Prime: A Bad Boy Romance

by Stephanie Brother

  “If you trust us”, Zach says.

  I close my eyes. Fuck it. What’s the worst that could happen? If this is a joke, so be it. I’m willing to take the risk. Two o’clock in the morning, my parents asleep at the end of the hall and the two men that plague my dreams and make my body fizz and tingle like sherbet here in my private chamber.

  I’m so tense I could snap, heat rising from between my legs, up to my neck and back again. I can’t control my breathing either, which comes out as short, staccato stabs as though I’m not here at all, but in the numbness of a winter’s day, submerging myself in the ice cold water of a barren lake.

  A hand moves to behind my back, the fingers dancing across the exposed skin where my T-shirt doesn’t quite meet the waistband of my night shorts, to pull me towards him, and even then I don’t believe it’s coming.

  “Ready?” I’m asked, not entirely sure by whom. It could be Jack, Zach, or an amalgam of the two of them.

  I nod, because by this point, words have left me. My lips are buzzing, even before I feel it happening. First he brings the heat of his mouth close to mine, where, perhaps sensing my desire, perhaps teasing us both for as long as is humanly possible to make the moment as orgasmic as he can, he pauses, just long enough for me to need him to continue and worry that there is a possibility still that he might not, before he finally does so, and presses his lips gently against mine as though they were always meant to be there.

  In his exquisite, perfect kiss, I feel a sensation of desire as wanton and as secret as my own, and when he’s finally done, and I’m left weightless, my eyes still closed and my tongue chasing tingles across my throbbing lips, I have to hold onto him not to fall over.

  “Wait”, another voice says, this time Jack’s, I think, but I could be mistaken. “Don’t open your eyes yet.”

  Even if I wanted to, I don’t think I could. After that, I barely have the capacity for basic bodily functions. I might be able to open my eyes, but would I be able to see if I did?

  I feel one of the twins move away from me, and the other take his place. There is little difference like this, and without visual clues it’s impossible for me to tell who I’ve just kissed. They feel the same against me, smell identical shades of a scent I can only describe in abstract terms one might reserve specifically for nostalgic memories you aren’t quite sure are your own, and do exactly the same thing to me.

  In the hands of Donkey, I feel happier than I can even begin to describe. This is a new emotion for me, and I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. What is certain, however, is that there is no stronger desire overwhelming me than a compulsion to have these two take me in ways I haven’t even dreamed of yet.

  “Ready?” that voice says again, and again I nod, this time allowing myself to indulge fully in the magic I know is coming.

  A hand to cup my neck and pull me towards him, a brush of his lips against mine that makes my pussy tingle so much I flatten myself against his body subconsciously, and finally, as I part my lips a little to welcome him, that warm, gooey sensation of magic only a kiss can bring. His lips close tightly against mine with an urgency that replicates that of the kiss before it and confirms to me a desire of equal depth and measure.

  I indulge fully, my confidence restrengthened by action and no longer held back by doubt or the unpredictability of what may come. In his arms I soften, supple now like elastic, and lose myself in him.

  We kiss and I allow myself to bite his skin softly, and then pull myself into him to rest my head against the flatness of his shoulder.

  Nothing in my life has ever felt better. A first kiss that is actually two first kisses with the two people I want to spend the rest of my life with, without even knowing why or how, or, before this moment, whether it was ever anything more than just the idle, unreciprocated fantasies of a teenager in love.

  He pulls away, one half of Donkey, but which half I’m still unsure of, to let a foot of space fall between us. I still have my eyes closed, but even with them closed, I know that my hands are trembling. I have a sensation that the walls of the house are throbbing as though somehow, inexplicably, they are made of some kind of material that allows itself to easily be distorted and a weightlessness inside me that would lift me all the way to the moon if I let it.

  As much as it’s hard for me to believe, and impossible to truly comprehend, I can’t avoid what has just been communicated to me. Those kisses spoke not of fleeting moments or new ideas hatched in a chaotic instant, but of years of unfulfilled desire, lengthy conversations about the pros and cons of proceeding valiantly, and the paralysing danger of remorse if left unabated.

  I open my eyes, my lips still numb. Donkey are smiling at me, sheepishly.

  “We just thought”, Jack begins. “If you didn’t know who was first.”

  “It would make it easier”, Zach agrees.

  I don’t know what to say. “Fuck”, is the best I can manage. It’s not a question, could possibly be the link to my subconscious taking over automatically where a scrambled mind can’t, or nothing more than a simple exclamation.

  “Are you ok?” Jack asks, when he sees me paralysed to the spot. There is concern in his voice, while his face glows warmly with relieved pride. I don’t blame him. If I had the capacity to do only half of this to them, I’d be damn proud of myself too.

  I am so horny. I never thought a couple of kisses could turn me on so much, but this isn’t just kisses, this is confirmation that something I’ve longed for is staring me right back in the face. I wanted them and here they are. I want them now and I can’t imagine there is anything left that can stop me.

  I didn’t think it would happen at all, and in the rare moments I allowed myself to dream, I never imagined it happening like this, but here we are, the middle of the night, Donkey in my room and the buzz of sexual tension around us like thick morning mist rising off a mountain.

  I don’t need to ask, or tell, or request, or command, or beg, or anything at all for them to already know what I want. Everyone knows a sentence that begins with a kiss at the end of a long paragraph leading up to it, must end with at least one full stop. In this case, it’s best we make it two.

  Chapter Seven

  I never thought about the logistics before, they just never occurred to me. The who would fit where and how we would actually begin never seemed that important to my racing brain, when all I wanted to do was get to the act itself, never satisfied with imagining myself with just one of them either, only feeling complete when it was two.

  And now, right in the middle of it happening for real, after a lifetime imagining an echo of what it might be like for such a long time, that reality presents itself as I watch T-shirts lift to reveal athletic chests, flat muscled stomachs and adonis belts that guide my eyes to a pair of bulges I struggle to lift them from again.

  A moment passes in which I feel naked again, inexperienced in the hands of a pair of masters, and as nervous as one might awaiting the ferocity of a storm to pass from the apparent safety of their house, but keen all the same to experience its might at the very edges.

  By contrast, Zach and Jack are calm, patient, experienced in their approach, and thankfully, in the time it takes them to remove their sweat pants and socks and guide me to the bed, the moment of panic effervesces into the forgotten realms of passing unimportance.

  A curiosity to reflect upon when the deed is done, microscopic in importance to the gravitas of the bigger story. A two line triviality compared to the front page headline that reads: FUCKING BIG NEWS.

  I feel it important to remind them, or at least to say it out loud is perhaps more accurate, just so it’s there in case I need an excuse for my performance, or my inexperience or possible lack of prowess.

  “I’m a virgin”, I whisper, first into Jack’s ear and then again into Zach’s just in case what I’d often mistaken for a telepathic understanding between them, was nothing more than good vibes.

  “Just relax”, Jack says, his hands already at th
e edge of the hem of my T-shirt, ready to cast it the same way he and his brother have theirs.

  I relax as best as I can, pushing my arms into the air to allow him to remove it for me.

  My nipples are already hard, even before his fingers go to them. As he explores my sensitivity, massaging the tight skin of my breasts towards the harder darkened skin where the sensation peaks, Zach dances kisses delicately along my belly.

  I’m between these two pillars of perfection melting away into orgasmic bliss, and we’ve hardly even begun.

  There are a million questions I want to ask, none of which seem at all relevant now. Go with the flow and worry about it later, I tell myself. If it feels right, don’t fight it.

  Jack smiles down at me each time he lifts his mouth away from my nipples to let me breathe. I can’t hide how I’m feeling, nor what they are doing to me. I’m breathing heavily, squirming like a fish out of water and groaning loud enough I could pass for a professional porn actress.

  “You don’t know how long we’ve wanted to do this”, Zach says, his fingers creeping underneath my night shorts. “Just say, Jenny, if you want us to stop.”

  “Or if you feel uncomfortable”, Jack adds, his breath hot against my neck.

  “I’m fine”, I moan. “I’m better than fine. I just, I never knew.”

  I dare myself to believe it’s happening for real and run my hand across the tight muscles of Jack’s back, shoulders and chest with one intention and one intention only, of terminating that movement in the only place left he hasn’t revealed to me, where I can see the manifestation of his excitement in all of its swollen glory.

  Zach lowers my night shorts, leaving me lying there in nothing but my panties, while I distract myself in an attempt to control the explosive sensation coursing around my body and dance around my target, smoothing the skin at the edges of the fabric with the tips of my fingers.

  “Need some help?” Jack says, smiling down at me.

  I don’t even need to touch myself to know that I’m soaking wet. I’m so wet, I could slide both of these men inside me at the same time, despite still being a virgin.

  Dirtier thoughts have crossed my mind and this one isn’t a surprise to me, especially because what we think and how we dare to act usually differ in orders of magnitude comparable to the distance between parallel dimensions.

  I would let these men do whatever they wanted to me if I knew that it would please them, right now, with the anticipation of what’s to come building like a snowball rolling down a hill, at the centre of which sits a rock in relation to the size of the dream I’ve had for so long of this happening, I already feel like I’m at the very limit of the possibilities of happiness.

  I can’t imagine what it will be like when they are both inside me. I can, and have pictured it, a number of times, but I can’t imagine how it will make any of the three of us feel.

  Jack begins to remove his boxer shorts and then I stop him midway and greedily finish the job myself, maneuvering the fabric down over his huge, swollen cock. Once clear, I hone in on his piece like a magnet fixing itself to the north pole for the very first time.

  “So this is why they call you Donkey?” I ask, lightening the mood with humor in case I explode with excitement instead.

  “Hey, I was the back end”, Zach says, kneeling proudly the other side of me, naked now, his equally thick cock swollen erect and pointing hungrily at me. “Jack just wishes he was like me.”

  “I was the first born”, Jack jokes. “That means you’re basically just a copy of me.”

  I squeeze them both to shut them up, one hand wrapped around two almost identical cocks, one side of the bed a mirror image of the other.

  When I have their undivided attention, I begin to massage their thickness gently, investigating the journey of each bobbled vein or tiny freckle, from the base of their shafts right up to their swollen tips.

  There isn’t much between them, not that I can tell. Both men are vast in size, as hard as steel, and as responsive as gunpowder to a flame. Jack may be a little larger, Zach wider at the base, but it doesn’t matter to me. Subtle differences are what make these men individual, and it’s the individuality of these men that make it so explosive when they come together.

  “Who gets to go first?” I ask, not being specific as to what I’m referring to.

  The twins look at each other and then down towards me. Zach has his fingers on my inner thigh, close to but not touching my pussy, and Jack has his on my breasts, one of my nipples locked between his thumb and forefinger.

  “Allow me”, Jack offers, and moves himself away from me, allowing me to turn to Zach and concentrate on him fully, without feeling guilty I’m choosing one twin over the other.

  “I told you I was the best”, Zach whispers jokingly down at me when Jack has repositioned himself near my legs, winking theatrically just in case I think he’s for real.

  I may be a virgin, but I’m not completely inexperienced. It’s impossible to grow up in the states right now and maintain an innocence our grandparents and parents took for granted. I’m about as far from being a slut as can be - just ask Marcy - but that doesn’t mean I’ve never had the pleasure of sucking cock.

  Having said that, I’ve never been presented with cocks like these, and the ones I’ve sucked before, if I’m being one hundred percent honest, I always secretly imagined belonged to Donkey.

  Someone always gets to go first, which means I’ll make sure that Jack gets to go last. There is nothing better about either position, and, as much as it’s in my power, I’m going to make sure that everything evens out in the end.

  “Open your legs”, Jack commands, while I lean towards Zach and bring his cock towards my still fizzing lips.

  “Wider”, Jack adds and confused for a moment to as what is being requested from where, my brain mixes the destination of the signal, and I open my mouth instead as wide as it will go, and don’t hesitate to swallow Zach inside me.

  As I close my mouth over Zach’s cock, flattening my tongue against his glans in a moment of faultless perfection, Jack widens my legs himself, hungry to get at my pussy.

  I’m still wearing my panties, but that doesn’t matter. If anything, it highlights the anticipation even more and serves to keep me that little bit further away from embarrassing myself with an earth shattering orgasm, before I’ve even begun to avail myself properly of these two men.

  If I’m not being clear, I’m a hair trigger away from exploding, the cat that finally got the cream after a lifetime of watching it pass by the window, hornier than I ever thought was possible and a bundle of nervous energy.

  Curious fingers tread carefully along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. They pause briefly at the edge of my panties, like a creature might upon encountering new terrain, before continuing, along my swollen labia to glance, ever so lightly, my tumescent clitoris, until they settle along my slit, a millimetre of fabric keeping them out of my virgin hole.

  There, as hot as the pussy they can almost touch, they begin to move. At first, in a line that traces the slit between my tender lips, and then later, when they’ve mapped the terrain and made me moan so hard I have to muffle the sound on Zach’s cock, they make little circles that send shivers of ecstasy up and down my spine.

  Experienced fingers of professional athletes making my body shudder. I’ve never even had one before and now two men I’ve always wanted and never thought I’d get here to give me everything I’d ever dreamed of and more.

  “You know”, I begin, Zach’s cock almost too good to take away from my mouth to say it, “carry on like that and you’re going to make me come.”

  Jack smiles at me, his face a picture of concentration. “You know, I wasn’t sure you were enjoying it, what with all the moaning going on.”

  “There”, I say as he hits it. “Right there.”

  “Easy”, Zach says, seeing it in me. “We should come together if we can, especially for the first time.”

  I could
suck his cock all day and all night, but if I did, it would only mean I’d miss out on everything else.

  “Take my panties off”, I command, confidence growing inside me in direct correlation to how horny I’m getting.

  “I take your panties off”, Jack warns, “I can’t be held responsible for what might happen afterwards.”

  Zach nods in agreement. “He’s right, you know. We can’t be held responsible.”

  “I guess that means I can’t either”, I moan. “I mean, I did kind of let you in here in the middle of the night after all.”

  “Okay”, Jack says, his cock twitching. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, though. You know Zach’s been lusting after you a long time?”

  His fingers loop under the part of the fabric of my panties that hugs my hips.

  “And you?” I stutter, almost wordless from excitement.

  “Me?” Jack says, slowly pulling my sticky panties away from my tight and horny little pussy. “I’ve never wanted anyone else.”

  Now, entirely naked, I feel less naked than I did before. That’s what these men have done to me. They’ve broken down my defenses, crushed my inhibitions, massaged away any fear I may have had of being rejected.

  “Wow”, Jack says, eyes fixed so fiercely at me I can almost feel them.

  “Wow”, Zach moans in echo, his hands almost trembling at what my new found state of undress might mean.

  “Can I?” he continues. “You know. I’ve always wanted to taste you.”

  It’s a question I will always say yes to. Right now, I don’t need to do anything but nod before Zach moves towards me, eyes wide and tongue poised.

  I lay back, rest one arm over my eyes and let the other drift lazily to the side of me to gather fistfuls of bed sheet when the sensation becomes too much.

  “Careful, there, not so hard, that’s it, oh fuck”, are some of the words I offer as tokens of encouragement, and each time Zach adjusts himself to my command without question, until he’s tuned into me perfectly.

  Jack watches, one arm on my right leg to hold it apart, the other on the wrist of my slumbering arm, his fingers gathered gently at my wrist.