ACHE

by M. Never

  Clothes fly all over my room, landing on the floor and the edges of the bed.

  My pulse races from the unknown and the dominance of the two men possessing me. They both know exactly where to touch me, how firm and how soft. Tage remembers the sensitive spot at the nape of my neck, while Alec tickles me right behind my ear with the tip of his tongue.

  I sigh and shiver, acclimating to the new universe being born around me.

  I stare up at Alec, my heart slowly mending. I never thought he was going to speak to me again, let alone touch me, but his warm look of affection mixed with lust and desire heats my insides. We share a kiss — a steaming, sloppy embrace that rebuilds the pieces of the formally destroyed bridge.

  I almost cry. The relief that swells inside me could consume the entire building.

  “I thought I lost you,” I confess between kisses.

  “That’s funny, because I thought the same thing.” Alec pushes some renegade pieces of hair away from my face as he stares into my eyes.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” I promise.

  “Neither am I.”

  “Neither am I,” Tage chimes in, stealing my face, smothering me with a kiss so hot it sets the curtains on fire.

  My entire world is spinning. I’ve lost track of what’s up or down, left or right.

  There’s only them, and me, and a hotbed of hunger. The merciless want growing more monstrous by the second.

  Tage cups both my breasts as he presses his erection into my backside. He moans almost in distress from the friction. “I missed this body.” He pinches my nipples, sucking firm kisses all along my neck.

  “So what are you going to do about it?” I don’t know where the ballsy response comes from, but at the moment, I don’t exactly feel like myself.

  “So many damn things.” Tage throws me onto the mattress, and I land on my back with a little bounce. Both Tage and Alec are kneeling above me, shirtless, pant-less, and breathing fire. The way they’re looking at me. The ravenous desire. My skin prickles painfully.

  “We’re going to make you moan like never before.” Alec stalks on top of me, trapping my upper body beneath his. He imprisons my mouth with his as Tage peels my pants then panties away from my hips.

  My airway closes as Tage’s hot breath caresses my clit. Every part of me is pounding. My head, my ears, my pulse, my pussy. I’m terrified and excited and turned on all at the same time.

  “Tell us you want this,” Tage croons.

  Alec stops kissing me and adds, “Tell us you want both of us.”

  With clipped breaths and zero control I answer, “Yes. I want this. I want both of you.” And it’s the God’s honest truth. I not only want both of them, I need both of them. To touch me, to love me, to be with me. To be mine.

  I heave crazily at the caress of Tage’s tongue. He has my legs pushed widely apart, his palms acting like a joist between my thighs.

  “That’s it. Moan. It’s exactly what we want.” Alec adds fuel to the fire, massaging my left breast as he sucks one nipple and then the other into his mouth. Back and forth he goes, all while Tage continually rubs his tongue against my clit. Sensation overload does not even begin to describe it. I can barely move as the two men overpower my body. I want to squirm and wriggle. I want to worm, but I’m trapped. Pinned by pelting sensations of lust and two animalistic men.

  “Oh, fuck.” I tense my lower body when Tage slides his tongue deeply into my entrance. “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck.” I pull on Alec’s hair as both my nipples and clit pulsate to the same rhythm.

  A moment later, there’s more blind movement as Tage and Alec switch positions.

  Different mouths now eating at my chest and my pussy.

  I gasp from the change in pressure and the overwhelming phenomenon. They each have their own unique affect, affection, and affectivity.

  Alec slides his tongue through my drenched folds until I’m rocking my hips and begging Tage for more. He just gazes down at me as he gropes my tits, enamored it seems by the strain on my face.

  “We’re going to give you so much,” he promises as Alec sinks a finger slowly inside me. They’re torturing me. Drawing out every touch until I feel it so deep it brands my soul. “Tell us how much you want us. Tell us how much you want both of us inside you,” Tage cajoles me with a seductive tone.

  I didn’t think my heart could beat any faster, but I was wrong. The words “both of us” sends an added shock of stress to my nervous system.

  Two men inside me at once?

  I grab a fistful of Tage’s wild hair, searching his eyes. It’s hard to concentrate while Alec French kisses me into oblivion.

  “I promised I would always take care of you. This time is no different.” He’s so in tune to me, it’s eerie sometimes. Alec is the only other person on this Earth I connect with in the same way. Maybe that’s how we ended up here. On a plane only the three of us can exist on.

  I jump as soon as I feel an unexpected pressure down south.

  “Relax,” Tage calms me, running his lips over my cheek, my eye, and down my nose until they find mine. “You need to stay relaxed and trust us.” He applies pressure to my lips as Alec applies pressure to my backside.

  “Shit.” I squeeze my eyes shut as Alec begins to loosen the tight ring of muscle with his fingers while licking my clit continuously. I wriggle on the bed from the brand-new awareness.

  “Stay still, love.” Tage pins my hands over my head and kisses me rapturously. I use his mouth as an outlet for stress, nipping and biting at his lips as the waves of bliss hit sharp peaks and steep valleys.

  A swipe of Alec’s tongue hits an ultra-sensitive spot, and I come with no warning.

  I’m electrocuted with pleasure, but he doesn’t let up, using the vulnerability of my body to his advantage, to dig deeper, and loosen me even more. I moan senselessly through the orgasm, Tage swallowing my cries as if trying to taste them. Memorize them. Immortalize them.

  “Fuck, you’re so sweet.” He licks his lips.

  “I second that.” Alec sits up and wipes his mouth like he just devoured a juicy slice of watermelon. “I’m dying for you, baby.” He grips his cock, squeezing it tightly.

  “I’m right here,” I pant nervously, excitedly, more tuned up than I have ever been in my life.

  Those are all the words I needed to say.

  My bed isn’t huge, but it accommodates the three of us just enough. Tage lays on his back, dragging me on top of him. In this position, my ass is beautifully positioned high in the air. I feel Alec saddle up behind me, and I nearly split in two.

  Tage traps the cheeks of my face as Alec traps the cheeks of my ass. I feel him rub his erection through my slick folds, lubing himself up with the remnants of my sticky climax.

  “You are so fucking wet.” He glides against me way too easily. He’s right, I am soaked, and needy, and want so much fucking more of the two of them.

  “Breathe, Ever,” Alec instructs, nudging the head of his cock against me. I suck in air as he works his way into my body, slowly. Sliding in and out inch by tiny inch, stretching me carefully.

  I kiss Tage with all my might, absorbing the bites of pain and reveling in the rations of pleasure.

  “It will all be worth it,” Tage talks me through. “In the end, it will all be worth it.”

  I tense once Alec is seated halfway inside me. Arching my back, I suddenly feel the urge for more. I want more of him. More of his cock deeper inside me. I push back slightly, and we both moan.

  The pain seems to dissipate, and in its place settles a voracious need.

  “Alec,” I mewl his name, not recognizing my own voice.

  “I’m right here,” he responds through clenched teeth before jerking his body forward, forcing my eyes to shoot open. He’s seated entirely inside me, the length of his erection buried as far as it can go. Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck.

  The three of us stay utterly still so my body can acclimate to the new intrusion. I stare down at Tage
, and once again, he’s entranced by the strain on my face.

  Alec dots soft kisses on my shoulder blades before rocking his hips slowly. I succumb to the movement of his body, getting lost in the indescribable sensations.

  “My turn.” Tage runs his hands down my curves and rests them on my hips. He grips me tightly then flexes his pelvis. The first bit of penetration abducts the air right out of my lungs. I gasp as he pushes himself inside, sliding into my channel without any hesitation. He wanted to make a statement. He wanted to shock me. He wanted to hear me moan. He achieved all three.

  And fuck, do I moan, I moan so loud I’m positive the people walking by on the busy New York City street hear me.

  The satisfaction on his face is smug.

  It’s the same look from all those years ago, when he knew he was making me feel good.

  Tage isn’t the only one who wants to make an impression, because as soon as I rebound from his arresting drive, Alec withdraws slightly and thrusts back in. My voice pitches, and the little bit of air I was able to regain is forced right back out of my system.

  I’m left a panting mess sandwiched between two governing pillars of sexual authority.

  “Don’t give up on us yet.” Alec slips his hand under my chin and lifts my head. “We’re going to come, and so are you.” They both begin to move a little more urgently, finding a rhythm that suits all three of us.

  The overwhelming fullness has me seeing stars. No, not only stars, constellations, vivid flares, and cosmic rays.

  The thought of another orgasm is exhilarating as much as it is terrifying. My first one was so intense and came on so fast I could hardly prepare for it. What will it be like with two men pushing me toward the precipice.

  “I want you to let it all go.” Tage tangles his fingers in my hair, the gyration of his hips keeps his pelvis in constant contact with my clit. It tingles and aches minute after minute, cranking the buildup of my climax from one mindbending level to the next. “All the bad feelings, all the resentment. All the past years of pain,” he rasps into my ear. “Leave it all out on the table.”

  That’s a tall order. As much as I love the position we’re in now —physically, mentally, and emotionally — just letting go of the past like it never happened is a new challenge all in itself.

  “If you leave me again, you better be dead.” Threatening him makes me feel world’s better.

  Tage chuckles through clenched teeth.

  “I promise,” he grits out, reveling in my body.

  My mind clears of its own accord. I want to let it all go, even if it’s just for a few blissful seconds. Baby steps.

  “I’m here.” Alec slides his hand down my chest to massage one of my breasts, reminding me that I’m not alone. That I can lean on him as much as I need.

  I don’t know how I got here. How I went from no love and no life to an abundance of love and attention in a nanosecond.

  For the first time in my life, I feel lucky. Even with the bumps and bruises still fresh from the last couple of days, I somehow walked away from the wreckage better than I have been in years.

  I don’t know where this will leave the three of us when it’s all said and done, but for now I’m going to live in the moment. I’m going to take advantage of what they are offering me and look blindly into the future.

  “Make me come,” I huff, turning my face back toward Alec. I nip and lick at his lips, and in return he kisses me with a might that’s brand new to both of us.

  A haze thicker than an Afghanistan sandstorm engulfs us. Lustful demands thin the air and rev our adrenaline, upping the ante.

  My body strains from the inside out, every muscle being worked in a whole new way.

  Tage and Alec both groan in reaction to the restriction of my inner walls.

  It’s a sound so sexy I become addicted to it on the spot. I clench tighter, orally fixated on their pleasure.

  They both moan again, and my arousal shoots through the roof.

  “Fucking Christ.” Tage tenses and arches his back as Alec squeezes my breast desperately.

  “Ever, I’m too close.” Alec bites the shell of my ear. The pain shoots straight to my core. “Let go. Let it all go.” It’s not a request or a plea — it’s a demand. And I know by the tone of his voice he means let go of more than just the physical. And with him by my side, I can. Alec is my strength. He’s my trust.

  He’s the piece that can hold this threesome together.

  “Ah!” I erupt, digging my nails into Tage’s chest. The climax is coming, and there’s no stopping it now.

  Rabidly, Tage and Alec tag team to work me over — the push and pull, the in and out — is an out-of-body fucking experience.

  The pound of dueling hips and the swell of two cocks has me reeling. Violent convulsions cause both my pussy and ass to clamp, contract, and cramp around both men.

  There’s an underwater explosion before all the sensations bubble to the surface. It’s a frantic, frenzied state of mind that completely takes over, ruling all three of us.

  The keening cry that leaves my lips as I come is incommunicable. I can’t even believe the sound came from me, but that’s how being with both Tage and Alec affects me. It changes me. Rebirths me, revitalizes me. In the end, I’m a brand-new woman. A phoenix. Rising from the ash to face a new day.

  Sweaty, sticky, and supremely satisfied, I collapse between Tage and Alec. Nestled between their fiery bodies, the stress of the day drags me away. I couldn’t stop the onset of fatigue even if I tried. I’m exhausted, spent, and emotionally drained.

  “I love you.” It’s the last thing I can muster before the darkness steals me away.

  I sit on my tiny dresser in a T-shirt and underwear, Denali curled next to me, staring at the two naked men passed out in my bed. Arms and legs hung over the side, they barely fit on the full-sized mattress.

  They’re both so different. Tage’s wild, golden-blond waves are fanned out on the pillow, while Alec’s short, styled, dark hair is sticking up on top of his head.

  The way they touch me is different. The way they treat me is different. The way they love me is different. Yet, somehow, last night proved that it fits. That we all fit.

  It’s crazy. This whole scenario is insane. I’m still trying to make sense of it if all. Two men, one woman, one love? One life? Is it really that simple?

  Do three lost puzzle pieces come together as easily as that?

  I hope beyond hope, because last night changed everything. Now that I have them both, I can’t let either go.

  It may just break me.

  “How long are you going to sit there and stare?” Tage asks randomly with his eyes still closed.

  “How long have you been up?” I counter.

  “I never went to sleep.”

  “I’ve been sitting here for quite a while.” I watched the sun come up.

  “I know.” His facial muscles don’t move, but I swear he grimaced through his tone.

  “You’re way too good of an actor,” I accuse.

  “Comes with the job description.” He pops one gorgeous, hazel eye open.

  I’m not amused. I don’t want him acting around me.

  “Come back to bed.” He reaches a hand out. “That sour expression is going to give you wrinkles.”

  “Since when do you care about wrinkles?”

  “I don’t, but it sounded good.”

  I laugh. Idiot.

  “Hey.” Alec pops his head up and rests on his forearms. “If we’re gonna do this, we’re investing in a bigger bed.”

  My face splits with a smile. “Are we really going to do this?” I ask the question that has been burning a hole in my brain all morning.

  “Why not? What’s that old saying? Two dicks are better than one?”

  I crack up. “I don’t think that’s the saying.”

  “It can be our saying. Now get your ass back to bed,” Alec orders.

  I relent. There is no place I would rather be than trapped between th
ose two men.

  I scurry across my small room and hop into bed, landing right between them. Neither of them hesitates for a second to put their hands or lips on me, each claiming a piece of my body for themselves.

  “I haven’t seen you naked in eight years. Don’t ever put clothes on again.” Tage rips my T-shirt right off me.

  “Food shopping might be an issue.”

  “We can order in.” He attacks my neck while Alec drags hot kisses across my abdomen.

  “It’s going to be a long day, isn’t it?” I moan.

  “Yes,” they answer in tandem.

  21

  Tage

  A fuckfest is exactly what I needed.

  It’s exactly what Everly and I both needed. Sex may not be the answer to all our problems, but it sure helps to relieve some serious stress.

  I towel dry my hair then wrap the pink terry cloth around my waist. I inspect myself in the mirror. I need a serious haircut. I pull the wavy strands straight up through my fingers. Four inches too long, at least.

  Everly doesn’t seem to mind the length. She was pulling the shit out it every chance she got. I smile at the memory.

  Whatever makes her happy. And whatever gets her off.

  I stroll out of the bathroom to find Everly and Alec half dressed in her barely there kitchen. I got her this place when she first moved to the city. Decent neighborhood, rent-controlled, and fairly spacious for New York. It was just one of the many ways I tried to take care of her. I have always just wanted to take care of her.

  Ever is sitting on the counter with an open container of chocolate hazelnut spread. I swear she can eat that shit by the gallon. Alec is teasing her, dotting chocolate on her nose and cheeks, then licking it off. She’s giggling like a child. Like a carefree child, and for some reason, the sound hits me square in the chest. It’s like I can feel it. Feel her happiness. It’s . . . uncomfortable. I spent most of my life suppressing my feelings. Walking around numb so I could do my job. But Everly has always managed to break through the barrier. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her, including sharing her with the other man she loves.