by Cassie Cole
Back and forth we rocked on the bed, Christian doing push-ups on my pussy while Angel fucked my mouth.
“You’re hogging her,” Angel eventually said in a smooth rumble.
“She’s not an XBox,” he said, grinning down at me.
I pulled back from Angel’s cock, gasping and stroking it with my hand. “I support multiplayer.”
Angel almost choked with laughter. Even Christian paused to giggle.
“Hey, that was a good joke!”
Christian resumed his wonderful strokes. “That was cheesy.”
“I’m a cheesy girl.”
Angel was right: Christian was hogging me, and I knew what I wanted tonight. I grabbed Christian by the shoulders and rolled him to the side, turning with him until we were on our sides facing each other. I pulled his cock out of me and stroked it, then looked back at Angel.
“What are you waiting for?”
Angel slid onto the bed behind me, his wet cock brushing against my thigh. He guided himself in between my ass cheeks, then brushed against my tight backdoor…
Oh my God. Was he going to try double penetrating me? I like anal occasionally, and played with myself and my vibrator when I was a special kind of randy, but two guys at the same time… I didn’t know if I could handle that. And Angel definitely seemed like an ass man.
But then the tip of his cock moved lower and found my pussy lips, sliding inside with ease. He thrust against my ass, his cock rubbing my forward wall with an intensity that made me cry out with pleasure.
“Based solely on noise, I’d say she likes me more,” Angel said.
In front of me, Christian smiled wickedly. “Night’s not over yet.”
He kissed me, hard and passionate. Angel buried his face in my hair and grabbed my hip, sliding his fingers over and in between my legs to rub at my clit. I moaned so loudly that Christian had to stop kissing me, instead moving down to suck on my nipple some more, pinching my other one with his free hand. We were a tangle of lips and legs and body parts, with me wedged firmly in the middle. It felt better than I ever thought anything could feel.
Angel moved faster and faster like he had in the gym this morning. I could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Don’t come yet!” I gasped, struggling to get words out. “We’re gunna make this last.”
“Yes ma’am.”
He fucked me for a few more seconds, then with admirable restraint slowed down and pulled out. His cock slid up in between my ass cheeks.
Like a wrestler being tagged in, Christian lifted my leg and slid into me from the front. He was still as hard as could be as he thrust inside, harder than before like he was making up for lost time. Angel ground against my ass from behind, then curled an arm underneath my head and around my neck, squeezing me toward him so that my back was pressed tightly against his chest, almost no free space between us.
“I never want to let go,” he whispered into my hair, which drove me wild.
Christian quickly kissed me, taking control again while making love to me as quickly as he could. I ignored the growing pleasure and made myself say, “Remember, don’t come yet!”
“Ohh, but I want to,” he said with a wolfish grin in the darkness.
“Angel’s turn,” I said, pulling him out of me. Without missing a beat Angel slid his hips lower until his cock was knocking on my door, then thrust forward into me again. He groaned loudly against my neck.
“Stop,” Christian said.
“No, don’t stop!” I said.
But Angel obeyed and said, “Yeah?”
Christian was ignoring me, now. “I have an idea. Remember that time in Reno?”
“Ohh,” Angel said behind me. “Yeah. Okay.”
“What happened in Reno?” I asked. “And more importantly, why have you both stopped?”
Angel pulled out, and Christian used a hand to guide himself in. He thrust hard, as hard as he could, then immediately pulled back out.
Yet the moment he was out, Angel was guiding himself back in from the other side. Just one long pump before pulling all the way out again.
It felt incredible. Two different cocks pistoning me like some lusty machine, one after the other. I closed my eyes and let out a cry of ecstasy as they took turns with me, just one hard stroke at a time.
Wedged between them, it was pure bliss.
Angel’s bicep tightened around my neck. Not choking me, but possessing me. “I can’t handle it,” he said.
“Me neither,” Christian said.
“Who do you want first?” Angel said into my ear.
I twisted in his grip until I found his lips, giving him a long kiss punctuated by sucking on his lower lip. “Both of you.”
“Both?”
“I can take you both,” I said. “At the same time. Hurry.”
Christian pushed himself in first, and then Angel readied himself. I readied myself for double penetration: one cock in my pussy, and one in my tight ass. But Angel pushed the tip of his cock lower until it was wedging inside my lips with Christian.
I started to tell him no, that’s not what I meant, but then his head fit inside and all that came out was a long, “Ohh!”
Both of them were thrusting now, pushing inside my pussy at the same time. I don’t know how I took them both. I guess I was just that wet. But soon they were almost completely inside me, in the same hole, pressing so tight against my walls that the pleasure was indescribable.
“Oh fuck!” I screamed, thrashing in between them. “It feels… so… good!”
“I’m coming!” Angel said at the same time Christian answered with a shuddering groan. I felt them both spasming inside of me, the spurts of their warm seed filling me at the same time, and my orgasm was so bright and loud and intense that I nearly blacked out.
20
Angel
I hadn’t come that hard in a long time. Not even in the gym that morning.
Edging, stopping myself right on the edge of orgasm, really did heighten things. I thought I was going to die in those moments while waiting my turn.
Maybe we shouldn’t have been worried about whether Amy can handle us. We should be worried about whether we can handle her.
She’d practically passed out the moment we were all done. She was beautiful and still, her bare chest rising and falling with the deep breaths of slumber. Like a porcelain doll with muscle and strength.
I caught Christian looking at me in the darkness. Holy crap, he mouthed to me.
I know, right? I mouthed back.
I smoothed back her hair and watched her nostrils flare with each breath. I couldn’t stop staring at her. I was mesmerized, something that usually didn’t happen after sex.
We had a girl we could worship together.
21
Amy
I woke with a warm body on either side of me, momentarily forgetting what had happened and thinking I’d died and gone to heaven. Everywhere I looked was muscle, nude and hard in the dim light creeping through the window slats. Like two angels wrapping me in their wings.
Holy shit. That really happened last night.
It came back to me like the memory of a delicious meal. One on either side. Taking their turns inside of me. And then finishing at the same time, filling me together.
And the best part? I knew it wasn’t weird because none of us were drunk. At least, not from alcohol. Exhaustion maybe. But in any case, it was something we had all wanted. Each of us chose to take part while in complete control of our faculties.
I hated to leave. I could have spent all morning wedged between them, warm and safe even without a blanket. But I had to pee so badly I didn’t think I could hold it more than a few more seconds. I pulled Angel’s arm off my hip and climbed over him, then tip-toed to the bathroom.
Side note: having two guys inside your vagina at the same time may feel good in the moment, but now I was sore. The good kind of sore, but sore nonetheless. No more extra-curricular activities for at least a day.
No shit, Amy. A woman’s body isn’t made to do that.
But I laughed to myself, because I was already thinking about doing it again.
Neither of them woke from the sound of the toilet flushing—they remained perfectly calm on the bed, a respectable two feet of space between them. It was tempting to crawl back into my man-blanket and sleep the day away, but it was already too late for me to go for a run and our shift would start in a little while. Might as well make breakfast.
I’ll just have to look forward to next time.
I made pancakes again. I was determined to get Sparks to try them, even if it meant making them every single day for a year. He ended up being the first one awake, lumbering from his bedroom with eyes that had dark circles underneath. After the day we had yesterday, I wasn’t about to make fun of him for it.
“Good morning!” I said cheerfully. “Is this gunna be the day you try some pancakes?”
“We’re a long way from that day.” He pulled out a loaf of bread and began making toast.
It was Friday, I realized. Our peak hours station wouldn’t operate on weekends, so after today we had two days off. I was looking forward to it. Aside from needing a break from work—60 hours a week was great for overtime pay, but bad for morale—I had some stuff I wanted to do this weekend. One thing on my calendar I’d been excited about all week. The kind of thing that made being a firefighter worth it.
Christian was the first of my two lovers to emerge from the bedroom. “Morning,” he said, not looking in my direction.
“Good morning!” I said cheerfully. He glanced at me and tried to suppress a smile for Sparks’s sake. Guess he wasn’t ready to tell him what the rest of us were up to.
“Pancakes again?”
“The breakfast of champion firefighters everywhere,” I said. “But today I’m adding chocolate chips.”
“Ohh. Special occasion?”
“No,” I said innocently. “I’m just extra hungry this morning. Figure we could all use the calories.”
Christian had to turn away to keep Sparks from seeing his silly boyish grin.
Angel came sliding out of the bedroom then. Fortunately Sparks was facing the other way on the table and didn’t notice that he’d come out of Christian’s room. He gave me a long, warm smile as he went to the fridge to pour some milk.
“How many you want?” I asked him.
“Oh, I don’t know,” he said. “As many as you.”
“You sure? I can take a lot.”
Angel kept his expression cool as he replied. “Let’s start with two and work our way up from there.”
“Good plan.”
We only had one call that day, and it didn’t come until 1:30pm. The sky was grey and gloomy, with smatterings of cold rain throughout the day. The call was for a residential fire in the same neighborhood as the shed fire, though half a mile north-east. The family was all gathered on the front lawn as flames licked up the side of the house. It hadn’t spread much yet, which was a good sign.
“Nobody’s inside!” the dad yelled as we got out. “We all got out just fine.”
“What’s the point of origin?” I heard Christian ask him before I was out of earshot setting up the hydrant connection. It was all routine now: testing the hydrant, connecting the hose, getting verbal confirmation to wet it. By the time I returned to the engine Christian and Sparks were marching around the side of the house, a spray of water preceding them.
“Sparky taking your place today?” I asked.
Angel shrugged as he grabbed one of the handheld extinguishers. “Christian likes to switch things around. Get everyone some experience.”
“So when am I gunna get my turn? Or are y’all afraid a little girl is gunna show you up?”
Angel laughed, which made his eyes and cheeks light up. “Shit, Amy. You’re so quick on the intake hose it’d be a shame to waste you anywhere else.”
“A good problem to have,” I said, giving him a playful nudge as I walked over to the family. Two parents, a girl about 10, and a younger boy clutching a scrawny little Chihuahua. “Everyone okay? Did anyone inhale any smoke?”
“No ma’am. Like I told him, the fire started outside.”
“Outside?”
The mom nodded vigorously. “I told him the thunder was close. Didn’t I tell you?”
“You did, honey. It’s a good thing Jeremy checked and then called 911.” The little boy beamed.
She turned back to me. “It was so close it shook the picture frames on the wall. My loving husband told me it wasn’t anywhere near us.”
“So you think it was lightning that caused this?” I asked.
“What else could it have been?”
I looked at the house. The fire had started on the right side. There was a satellite dish mounted on the roof there, but towering above that were three skinny gumbo trees. The odds of a lightning strike avoiding the trees and hitting the house instead…
“Hey Amy,” Angel said on the radio in my helmet. “Run inside and watch the interior wall, would ya.”
“Stay back in case anything pops,” I said, grabbing another portable extinguisher and heading inside.
The damage to the exterior paneling was bad, and close to 100 square feet of roofing would need to be replaced, but we were able to stop the fire from spreading to the interior of the house. No backup came, which meant other stations were occupied elsewhere. Based on the distant thunder there were other lightning strikes to worry about.
We came outside and gave the family the good news. The mom fell to her knees and began praying, and the dad hugged the kids. Sparks walked over, took his helmet off, and then crouched down with the little boy.
“Hey there buddy.”
“Hi,” he said, tears streaming down his face. The Chihuahua looked at Sparks but didn’t bark or snap.
“You’re awfully brave.”
His eyes widened. “I am?”
“Sure. Most kids would have whimpered and been scared to see their house on fire, but you did the right thing and called 911.”
“I was pretty scared,” he admitted.
“Scared’s okay. Scared’s normal. Want to know a secret? I’m scared every time I get near fire.”
“You’re just saying that.”
“Nope. It’s the truth, buddy. I’m terrified of fire. That’s why I fight it: to face my fears so nobody else has to.”
The kid stared at Sparks. “That’s dumb.”
“Jeremy!” the dad said.
But Sparks was doubled over with laughter. “No, it’s okay. He’s right. It’s pretty dumb. If you were scared of giraffes you wouldn’t become a zookeeper, right?”
“Giraffes aren’t scary,” the girl said, the first words to come out of her mouth since we’d arrived.
“Nope, they’re not,” Sparks said. “But fire is. And Jeremy is stronger than the fire.”
He messed the kid’s hair and put his helmet back on. “We’ve got to run some other checks, and we might need to get an electrician out here, but I think you folks will be able to sleep in your own beds tonight.”
“There wasn’t any damage?” the dad asked.
“Only superficial. The heat from the other side of the wall made the wallpaper in the dining room curl at the ends.”
The boy made a face. “Good! I hate that wallpaper!”
The mom looked offended, but then they were all laughing and joking about the silly green-and-gold wallpaper with the Egyptian beetles on it.
I watched Sparks as we returned to our engine. It was tempting to make fun of him, but I decided to show restraint. It was endearing seeing his softer side.
Besides, I was afraid of fire too. Deep down, every mammal was. It was one thing that united all members of the animal kingdom. No matter how many generations passed, it was still written in our DNA in permanent marker.
By the time we got home, cleaned the fire engine, and showered ourselves, our shift was over. Angel rang the bell in the garage to s
ignal the end of our first week.
All in all, it had been a good one.
Sparks and Angel wasted no time before wishing us a good weekend and taking off. That left me alone with Christian.
“Well, well, well,” he said while he made grilled cheese over the stove. “Looks like it’s just you and me.”
“Looks like it,” I said.
“I wonder what we can find to do?” he said with exaggerated innocence. “Watch a movie? Channel surf? Some other activity on the couch?”
My first instinct was to skip dinner and take him up on the sexual offer then and there. That’s when I remembered the lingering soreness in between my legs. I winced and said, “Hey, uhh, don’t take this the wrong way…”
The smile wiped from his face. “No, I get it. Forget I said anything.”
“No!” I quickly said. “It’s… Well, it’s my lady parts. They’re a little sore from last night.”
“Oh.” His eyes softened with realization. “Ohh. Yeah, that makes sense.”
“Thanks for understanding.”
“Hey, I don’t blame you after last night.” A grin split his face as he flipped the grilled cheese. “Honestly, I’m probably going to get some early rest tonight anyways. I didn’t exactly sleep well last night.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Oh? I slept great.”
“Yeah, you did. But I was wedged against the wall with one arm underneath me, and I think I tweaked something in my shoulder.” He rolled his right arm in its socket. “Not that I’m complaining, of course.”
“Of course,” I said, pinching his butt on my way to the fridge.
“How about we get dinner together tomorrow night?” he asked.
“We get dinner together every night. We’re getting dinner together presently.”
“I mean go out. Somewhere nice. Like a date.”
My heart swelled. When was the last time I’d been on a date? Months. Close to a year if you counted that half-dinner I had with the guy who ended up being a white nationalist. Ugh.
I wanted to say yes, but…
“I’ve kind of got plans this weekend,” I said. “Honest! I’m not just blowing you off.”
