I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I knew exactly why they hadn't slept well the last couple nights -- they'd been partying like animals during their road trip here. I'd overheard Josh telling Carla about the two of them hitting practically every bar between here and California.
It was just another reason not to get involved with either of them.
Before I could think of an excuse to get away from them, the elevator dinged and the shiny steel doors slid open. Both of the guys stepped out of the way and motioned for me to go ahead, with twin choruses of "Ladies first."
I rolled my eyes at their attempt to be gentlemen, but I walked into the elevator anyway. I pressed the button for my floor just as they walked in and stepped back in enough time to see them smirking to each other. I shifted my bag up higher onto my shoulder and fixed the two of them with a look.
"Something amusing?"
The two guys glanced at each other, then they both shrugged. "You're on the same floor as us," Zack finally said, his cheeks a light shade of pink.
I looked back at the button I'd pressed, then over at the guys again. I had to bite my tongue to keep from groaning. Of course fate would put us on the same floor. It would've been too much to ask the universe to put a couple of floors between us each night, wouldn't it? I just hoped to god they weren't in the room right next to me or something. The last thing I wanted was to be stuck listening to them fucking different girls each night.
But at the rate things were going, the universe was going to torment me with those two all freaking week.
Things were quiet and tense in the elevator for the rest of the ride to the twenty-first floor. I tried to think of something to say to the guys, some small talk just to be polite, but my brain refused to cooperate. All I could do was fight back my urge to stare at them and ogle just how freaking hot they were.
The worst part was being so close to them, without anyone else around, so I could smell both of them. With how long they'd been drinking, I shouldn't have been able to smell anything but the alcohol dripping from their pores. Instead, the small space smell earthy and musky, a scent I had to use all of my willpower to keep from inhaling deeply. As it was, the scent was already having a not-so-desired effect on my body.
My pussy ached with need, reminding me just how long it'd been since I'd given myself any relief. I'd packed my vibrator, but with everything going on, by the time I'd gotten back up to my room each night, I'd collapsed onto the bed and been sound asleep almost instantly. Now though, I was regretting that, wishing I'd had some relief.
Then maybe I wouldn't be biting my tongue and trying desperately not to throw myself at these two. I glanced at them a couple times in the reflection in the elevator doors and saw them both looking at me with hungry looks. I had no doubt that if I said something, they'd have both taken me right here in the elevator without a care in the world.
And god, it was so tempting to do just that.
No! Stop it! I screamed mentally. Get yourself under control before you do something stupid.
Even if I was willing to relax my standards before having my first time, there was no way in hell I was going to have it in an elevator where anyone might find us! And if I took one of these guys back to my room, there was no way I'd be able to look Carla in the eye tomorrow, much less look at myself in the mirror.
No, I was doing the right thing by keeping a lid on my sexual desires. Sex wasn't that big of a deal. Sure, it was probably fun and felt great, but it wasn't anything I couldn't get from my trusty vibrator once I got back to my room.
It seemed like an eternity went by before the elevator finally slowed to a stop. And then, I counted the precious seconds until the little bell chimed and the doors slid open. It took a lot of my effort not to bolt out of the elevator and down the hall to my room. I managed to walk out casually, hoping to god my pounding heart wasn't obvious in the way I moved.
When I turned to the left to head down to my room, I breathed out a soft sigh of relief when the guys turned to the right toward there. For once tonight, the universe hadn't forsaken me. They weren't in the room next to mine!
I couldn't help but glance back at them every couple steps, just to see where they went. You can imagine my relief when I saw they were practically on the other side of the building from me. Not the absolute farthest room from mine, but far enough away that I didn't have to worry about seeing or hearing their sexcapades all week.
Thank God.
When I stopped at my room, I noticed them looking down at me as they unlocked their own door. It was a damn good thing they were so far away, otherwise they'd have been able to see how red my cheeks were as I blushed. It was hard to believe they seemed so into me.
I wasn't anything special. I was just plain, average, normal. I wasn't skinny, but I wasn't fat either. I wasn't gorgeous, like Carla, but I also wasn't butt ugly. At least, I didn't think I was. There was just nothing special about me, certainly nothing that would make two hot-ass guys like that look at me that way.
And they continued looking my way until I slipped into my room, closing the door behind me. Once safely inside, I leaned against the heavy door, taking deep breaths and trying to get my pounding heart under control. The way my body was freaking out, you'd think there were two serial killers on the other side, not two guys who probably wanted to fuck me right up against my door.
I was a mess. A complete and utter mess. There was no denying it, not now, as I stood there with my knees wobbling and my heart trying to leap out of my chest.
I have no idea how long I stood there gasping for air and trying to get myself under control. I'd never felt like this before, never felt anything even remotely close to it. It was like my insides were on fire, my brain a jumble.
It had to be because of Zack and Drew, but I couldn't for the life of me figure out why they would make me feel like this. Sure, they were hot. And sure, it was cool they seemed interested in me. But why would any of that make me feel like this? I'd seen plenty of hot guys before and none of them had made me feel like such a mess. Nor had my body ever reacted like this to a guy showing interest in me either.
So what the hell was going on?
A small voice in the back of my head piped up with an ever so unhelpful "you're falling for them!" but I pushed that voice away, clamping down on it and locking it deep in the back of my mind. There was no way in Hell I was falling for those two. Yes, they were hot. Yes I was attracted to them. But that didn't mean I was falling for them!
It was just me being horny and them being sexy as fuck. That was not the same as falling for them.
Finally, I pushed off of the door and went over to toss my bag down on my bed. What I needed right then, I decided, was a nice, hot shower to help me relax and unwind. Then, I could crawl into bed and have an amazing night's sleep and put Zack and Drew out of my mind.
Yes, that was just what I needed.
Except, the entire time I stood beneath the hot spray, all I could think about were Zack and Drew. I imagined them in the shower with me, their naked bodies pressed up against mine. I imagined letting their hands roam all over my body, letting them touch me wherever they wanted.
It was weird, thinking about them, since I didn't think about just one or the other. It'd started with me thinking about Zack, then he morphed into Drew. Then, before I knew it, it was both of them in the shower with me, together.
My heart hammered harder and hard, my pussy aching now. My nipples were stiff buds, making me shiver each time the hot water hit them. I tried to focus on washing myself, but as I washed my breasts, all I could do was moan out. My eyes were squeezed shut, and in my mind, it was Zack's hands on my breasts, not my own.
And when my right hand slipped between my legs, it was Drew touching me there instead.
The two imaginary men worked my body over until my moans echoed around the small bathroom, audible even over the dull roar of the shower. I couldn't stop touching myself, no matter how hard I tried. I was so engrossed in my fan
tasy that I just couldn't let it end. There was only one way to end this and that was to see it to completion.
There had been a fire inside me earlier, but now it was like molten lava flowing through my veins, searing me from the inside out. My entire body ached with need now as I rubbed my breasts and my pussy. I needed to come, needed to get off. Needed it more than I needed anything else in my entire life.
When I pushed two fingers inside my dripping pussy, I yelled out in pleasure. Fuck, it felt so good, imagining it was Drew behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist, his hard cock pressed up against my bare ass, and two fingers plunging in and out of my pussy. It was unlike any fantasy I'd ever had, so much more vivid and realistic. If I hadn't known, better, I'd have sworn he was there with me, touching me like this.
And at the same time, my imaginary Zack was in front of me, hands on my breasts as he kissed along my neck, gently suckling the soft, tender skin and claiming me as his. Because, no matter how much I wanted to deny it, this was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to feel him touching me with his hands and mouth, wanted him to claim me and take me and make me his.
I wanted Drew to do what my imaginary version was doing, too. I wanted him to keep finger me and grinding against my ass until I was right on the edge. Then, I wanted him to push me up against the wall, spread my legs wide, and fuck me until I literally couldn't stand any more.
God, I couldn't believe I was imagining all of this. When had I become such a dirty woman, imagining two men I'd barely met having their way with me? Not only that, but I was more turned on right then than I ever had been in my entire life. If I hadn't been so set on not having a one-night-stand as my first time, I'd have run down the hall completely naked to their room and let them fight over which one got to fuck me silly.
It was only that tiny remaining shred of dignity that kept me in the shower, my eyes squeezed tight, as I masturbated alone.
I must've been in there for an eternity, hoping the walls were thick enough that my neighbors didn't hear me moaning like a mad woman. But in those throes of pleasure, I really didn't care all that much. Tomorrow morning, I'd probably be mortified, but with how turned on I was, the entire hotel could've heard me and I wouldn't have stopped.
God, I'm such a mess. The thought was barely in my head before it flitted out, replaced by my imaginary Zack gently biting my shoulder.
When I finally came, I screamed out as pleasure flooded through my body. My knees shook and I had to grab onto the bar in the shower to keep from collapsing onto the hard, porcelain bathtub. All the air was forced from my lungs in an instantly, making my head spin and spin until the world around me went black.
All sound was cut off. I couldn't hear the water nor my own shouts of pleasure. Everything around me was gone, replaced by what seemed to be an endless void of intense fire. I was vaguely aware of my two fingers still sliding in and out of my pussy, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing into me.
It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. I'd masturbated probably thousands of times before now, but none of that came even close to comparing to what was going through me right now. It was almost unbearable, and yet, at the same time, I never wanted it to end. I wanted to stay here forever, frozen in suspended animation as wave after wave continued to try to knock me over.
And then, in the blink of an eye, it was all over, leaving me barely standing and gasping for air. My mind continued to swim and spin and I had to fight tooth and nail to get a grip on myself once more. My imaginary lovers were gone, as if they'd gone up in smoke and completely disappeared. It sucked too, since right then, I really could've used two pairs of strong arms to help me stand up and finish my shower.
After a few moments of just catching my breath and letting the water pour over me, I finally gave up. I turned the water off and grit my teeth as I stood up straight. My muscles were all stiff and achy, like I'd just gotten done at the gym. It was hard to believe my body was this sore just from simply masturbating in the shower.
And I hadn't even used any toys! It had just been my hands and my imagination, and yet, I'd experienced an orgasm that was so unlike any previous one that I still wasn't quite sure it had been reality. If I hadn't still been standing there dripping wet, I'd have sworn I'd collapsed onto the bed and dreamt it all.
When I finally dried myself off and crawled into the bed, I'd expected to close my eyes and be out like a light. Instead, all I could do was stare up at the ceiling, suddenly wide awake. The universe really did have it out for me, it seemed. Just when I'd thought I was safe, it slapped me in the face with an imaginary fantasy that was far more real than any porno I'd ever watched.
And yet, it still hadn't completely satisfied me.
Which is why, even though I'd just gotten off, I reached into the nightstand and pulled out my vibrator, throwing back the soft covers and spreading my legs.
With my eyes closed, I willed my imaginary men to return. Within seconds, they were both there, in bed with me, one on each side. I let me hands roam up and down my naked body, imagining them touching me, imagining their fingers caressing every inch of my exposed flesh.
It didn't take long before the room was filled with my moans. The fire in the pit of my stomach returned with a vengeance, quickly swelling and threatening to envelop me. When I turned the vibrator on and brought it to my already dripping sex, a wave of pleasure crashed into me, pushing the air from my lungs.
Eyes still completely shut, I imagined Zack kissing his way down my body until he reached my aching pussy. The vibrator wasn't there, just his magnificent tongue, poking and prodding and licking as I soared higher and higher into the sky. Drew was suckling on my breasts, alternating between them.
God, it was so easy to pretend they were right there with me. It was easy to imagine that when I pinched my nipples, it was Drew gently biting them. When I rubbed the vibrator against my clit, it was Zack's tongue flicking against it.
And when I finally pushed the vibrator deep into my pussy, it was them fucking me. It started as Zack pounding away at me while Drew continued to pleasure my breasts. Then the image shifted and it was Drew fucking me with his big, thick cock while Zack licked and sucked on my clit.
I was going to go completely insane at this rate, if I wasn't already there.
My moans soon dissolved into panting gasps for air mingling with yelps of pleasure as the familiar feeling built up inside me again. I was almost there, so damn close. I wanted to back off, to make it last longer, but I couldn't. I was so lost in my own pleasure that all I could do was keep going until I saw it to fruition.
I needed to come. Needed it more than I needed to breathe.
And then, I was there, screaming up into the darkness as that fire surged through my body. The world started to spin as I shook and convulsed, one hand tightly grasping my breast and the other keeping the vibrator firmly inside my spasming pussy. My hips were arched up into the air, as if trying to get the imaginary cock to fuck me deeper.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck!" I shouted, heedless of who might hear me.
Then, it was all over, just as quickly as it had overtaken me. My hips fell back to the bed and I had to quickly pull the vibrator out to stop the constant aftershocks it was causing. For a couple minutes, I just laid there, staring up at the dark ceiling and gasping for air, the vibrator still buzzing in my hand.
Holy shit.
Holy fucking shit.
That had been just as amazing, if not more so, than the orgasm I'd had in the shower. My body was coated in a thin sheen of sweat now, the cool air wafting over me making me shiver. I probably needed another shower after that, but there was no way I could move, much less stand. I truly felt like I'd just been hit by a car and left lying in the middle of the road.
When I had the strength, I turned off the vibrator, then stuffed it back into the drawer. When I saw the bright red neon numbers on the alarm clock on my bedside table, I groaned. It was way too late for me to be awake. I should've been sound aslee
p at least an hour ago, since I'd have to be up in only a couple hours.
Tomorrow was going to be hell.
And yet, I didn't regret a second of it. Those two orgasms had been practically life changing.
It took me a bit longer before I had enough energy to pull the covers back up and curl up beneath them. My entire body still ached, and I hoped it would go away by the time my alarm went off in the morning. Otherwise, I was going to be sore as fuck all day tomorrow, which would just make all the wedding prep even worse.
The worst part was I felt this worn out just from fantasizing about them. There hadn't been any actual sex taking place except inside my mind. If I was this exhausted and well-fucked after just masturbating while thinking about them, what would actually having sex with them be like?
The not-so-small vindictive part of my brain told me hooking up with them would probably be a let down, especially after how amazing my fantasy had been. There was no way real people could compete with that, right? And yet, I didn't fully believe that. I wanted, god did I ever want to believe they were actually lousy in bed and all the stories about them had been embellished.
But I couldn't.
All I could do was fall asleep, imagining all the different ways they could fuck me, all the different ways they could claim me and make me theirs.
It was all sick and twisted and so fucking hot to spend my entire night dreaming about having two guys I'd just barely met tag teaming me.
And yet, it was the best night's sleep I'd had in a very long time. Even if I did end up waking up just as horny as I'd been when I'd gone to sleep. Even if I did have to spend at least half an hour in the shower with the disposable shower head between my legs, pretending it was them licking and sucking on my pussy.
God, I was hopeless, wasn't I?
Chapter 7
Zack
When I'd seen Drew go over and have an actual conversation with Janine, I couldn't help but feel betrayed, even if just slightly. It wasn't like I had any claim on her or anything. And Drew was my best friend; if I'd told him I was seriously interested in her and she'd showed interest in me, he wouldn't have dreamed of trying to hit on her.
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