by Amanda Rose
“So, you speak French too?” I ask.
“I do, admittedly not as well. I think Blake only paid such an interest in getting as fluent as he did as a way to impress women,” he says.
“Did it work?” I ask.
“It certainly worked a lot better when he actually could speak it. Back when he was first getting to grips with it, I think he once told a woman that her ass was chicken or something,” Spencer explains jokingly.
“You can’t be serious,” I question, looking between the two of them. Seeing the humour on Spencer’s face and the mortified look on Blake’s, I know it has to be true. I can’t stop the laughter that slips out.
“You tell a woman her ass is a chicken once, just once, and you never live it down,” Blake says, groaning in misery again.
“How did you even manage that?” I ask, pausing just for a moment and then add, “Wait, I think I’d rather not hear that story.” I grab for the butter, caster sugar, and brown sugar, adding them into the mix.
“It’s a long, boring story anyway,” Blake says, the tinge in his cheeks suggesting differently, but I leave it.
“Why is there a bowl of melted chocolate?” I ask, noticing it sitting by the microwave.
“For the cookies?” Blake suggests. I push the instructions across the counter to him.
“Where does it tell you to melt chocolate?” I ask. His eyes scan it, and he frowns.
“It doesn’t,” he replies.
“Exactly, now where are the chocolate chips? . . . you know, for the chocolate chip cookies?” I ask, following his eyes as they look down into the bowl of melted chocolate. I can’t stop the laugh that sneaks out at the expression of utter dismay on his face.
“Well, shit,” Spencer says. “I told you not to do it,” he adds to Blake.
“Like hell you did! You’re the one who put them in bowl!” Blake accuses him.
“Well, it would be a shame to put all this chocolate to waste,” I hear Spencer say, just before I feel his hand slide across my neck. I quickly turn around, spotting the chocolate dripping off his finger. Did he just swipe chocolate on my neck? I reach a hand up and gently tap it on the side of my neck where his fingers just trailed, pulling my hand back away I look at the melted chocolate on my fingers. He did.
Blake takes my hand in his, drawing them to his lips, then he slowly licks the chocolate off. I feel Spencer sliding up behind me, he slides a hand into my hair and tilts it to the side.
Platonic friendship. Platonic friendship. I chant the words over to myself, as I try to convince myself that this needs to stop, but I can feel the need already starting to burn in me. Spencer presses his lips to my neck, kissing it gently, before licking the chocolate off. Maybe we can start the platonic friendship thing tomorrow, instead?
Blake pulls his shirt off, and I gaze over his toned physique, my hands automatically seeking his body out as I slide my hands across the hard planes of his chest. He dips a finger in the bowl of chocolate on the side, and runs it across my bottom lip, before leaning down and sucking it off. He kisses me deeply, and I slide my hands around his neck, tugging him closer to me. Needing him so much closer than he is. I feel Spencer’s hands roaming my body from behind.
Fuck. Feeling two sets of hands roaming across my body. Two sets of lips running kisses across my skin. Two very hard men pressed against me from either side. It's just so much more feeling all at once, a new level of intensity. I place my hands on Blake's chest and push him back, grabbing the bowl of melted chocolate from the side.
“What are you doing, Tamara?” he asks me, glancing pointedly between my face and the bowl.
“You didn't think I'd let you have all the fun, right?” I reply mischievously. I tip the bowl against his chest, letting a little chocolate drip down his front, pouring just enough so it runs from the centre of his chest to the top of his jeans. Spencer takes the bowl from me, placing it back on the side. Not wanting Spencer to miss out on the fun, I dip my finger into the chocolate and run it across my own bottom lip. Sliding up close, I lean up and kiss him, digging my nails into his back as I tug him against me, feeling every inch of his body respond to my touch. He breathes heavily as I drag my nails down his back slowly, tantalisingly. He grabs me by my shoulders and twists me around to face Blake, who is now leaning against one of the kitchen counters.
“Not just gonna leave him hanging, Tamara?” he asks, whispering in my ear, before nipping my neck. Instead of answering, I step forward, closing the distance between me and Blake. I reach for him, unbuttoning his jeans and tugging down the zip, before slowly tugging them down his legs.
“Enjoying taking your time there?” he practically growls.
“I'm gonna take all the time I want with you,” I reply, the words just coming out without a filter, the huskiness in my tone surprises me. I place a light kiss against his lips, before slowing working my way down and licking the chocolate off. Starting at the top of his chest, and very slowly working my way down, hearing his breathing get deeper the lower I go. As I get lower, I run my hands teasingly over him through his boxers, just enough pressure in my touch to feel it, but not enough to get him anywhere. Finally, I reach the bottom of the chocolate trail. Sliding down onto my knees, I pull down his boxers, freeing his cock from them. I feel hands slide into my hair, I look up at Blake, but his hands are at his sides. Spencer's hands are the ones holding my hair back. He's just gonna hold my hair back while I suck his best friend's cock? These guys sure are some close friends. I can't help but notice just how comfortable they seem with this, how natural it is for them, making a mental note to try and find out just how close the two are later.
“Mind helping me out with some more chocolate, Spencer?” I ask.
He releases one of his hands from my hair. I expect him to just tip some of the chocolate over Blake or even just hand the bowl to me, but he does neither. He places his hand in the bowl of chocolate, and when it's covered, he runs his hand over Blake's cock, working it up and down a few times. The sight of him getting his friend off, turns me on more than I ever thought it would. He grabs it at the base, and using the other hand, lures my head closer. Leaning forward, I slowly lick up from the base of Blake's cock to the tip, before swirling my tongue around the head, and reversing the movement, trailing back down.
Spencer moves his hand away, and I look up as I slowly slide Blake into my mouth. His light grey eyes are looking down at me, the intensity burning right through me as I slowly take him in and out. He snakes his hands into my hair as Spencer releases his own hold. After a few seconds, I hear the sound of Spencer's jeans hit the floor and out of the corner of my eye I spot his shirt hit the ground also.
Blake's hands tighten in my hair as he pushes me down more on his cock, I graze my teeth against him gently in warning, then he groans as I take him fully, before pulling back and slowly standing. I kiss him ferociously, demanding all of his attention as I twist my fingers in his short, dark hair. I pull away only so Spencer can pull my t-shirt off from behind, my bra quickly following. I feel Blake's hands–or are they Spencer's–tugging my leggings down, pulling my purple lacy underwear with them, so I am standing naked between the two men.
Blake turns me around, so I am facing Spencer, and my lips find his instantly. Feeling two sets of hands roam all over my body, squeezing, caressing every inch of me. A hand slips between my parted thighs, his fingers easily sliding into me. He pushes two of his fingers in and out slowly, whilst using his thumb to rub up against my clit. I can't stop the soft moans escaping me between kisses.
The two move as one as they bring me down onto the kitchen floor. Back on my knees, Spencer kneeling in front of me, I lean down and take his cock into my mouth, as I feel Blake pressing his at my entrance from behind. Letting out a sigh as I feel Blake slide right into me. I feel hands cupping my breasts, no idea who's as they tweak my nipples as Blake pulls back and then pushes right back into me. He repeats the movement, harder and faster this time, and continues to pump in a
nd out of me from behind. Moaning from the sensations as I suck and run my tongue over Spencer's cock, I can feel my own release begin to build. When I feel nails digging harshly into my sides, and another hand pulling on my hair, I can't help but get even more turned on from the rougher treatment. I push back against Blake, wanting him to go harder. I hear him groan from behind me, as he reaches his release inside of me.
He runs his hands over my ass before pulling out, I feel the cold air on my back where his body was just seconds ago. Hands wrap around my waist and pull me back, Spencer's cock slipping from my lips. Blake is holding my body, my back against his front on the kitchen floor. Spencer crawls on top of me, pressing his lips to mine as he slides into me. I feel every inch of him as he slowly pushes in, I drag my nails down his back as my tongue twists with his own. Blake reaches a hand around, rubbing my clit with two of his fingers from behind as Spencer moves in and out of me. The pleasure building in me is so fucking intense. I cry out, pulling my lips away from Spencer's, so I can look into his blue eyes as I come apart beneath him. He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my neck.
“Tamara,” he whispers so fucking softly into my ear, I swear I could have imagined it. He reaches his own climax, and I feel his body go relaxed against mine.
We're all breathing deeply, lying naked on the kitchen floor, our bodies glistening with a light sweat. I hear footsteps and look over Spencer's shoulder. Standing in the kitchen doorway is Noah, and he doesn't look very impressed at the sight of the three of us lying here.
“What's wrong?” Spencer asks, noticing the mortified look on my face. I just look between his face, and Noah standing behind him. He slowly turns his head to his friend.
“Hey, Noah. You're back a little early,” he says calmly. Noah doesn't even respond before turning and leaving the room. A few seconds later, I hear a door slam. Fuck. As Spencer stands I scramble up, grabbing my shirt and leggings, quickly pulling them on. I look at the matching looks on Spencer and Blake's faces, a mixture of confusion and hurt as I quickly leave the kitchen, rushing up to the guest room I am staying in, and slamming my own door behind me. Breathing deeply, I fall onto the bed.
Platonic friendship. Platonic! Was it really so hard? How did I manage to screw it up so badly, so quickly? I groan and cover my face with a pillow, letting myself slip into full on self-loathing mode. I just have to fail remarkably at everything. I can't even manage to keep my clothes on around some attractive guys. I picture Blake and Spencer in my head. Attractive isn't enough of a word to describe them, gorgeous fucking sex gods may be more appropriate. Why did something so bad, feel so damn good to do? Seeing nothing but the stormy look that was on Noah's face as he left without a word, I eventually fall into a light, restless sleep.
CHAPTER NINE
Stirring awake as I feel two bodies fall into the bed next to me, I slowly will my eyes open. Blake is facing me, and so it must be Spencer on the other side.
“What are you doing in here?” I grumble, my voice scratchy from just waking up.
“We came to see if you were okay, you disappeared on us so quickly earlier,” Blake says gently, brushing some of my messy hair from my face. He kisses my forehead as he wraps his arms around me. Fuck, I hope I don't have morning breath–evening breath–night breath? Who knows what the time is thanks to the thick curtains blocking any possible light from the window.
“I'm fine,” I mumble, breathing in the fresh, clean, citrus scent coming from Blake. I reach a hand up and lightly touch his hair, which feels a little damp, confirming that he's just got out from a shower. Speaking of, I could probably use one. I try to pull away and stand up, but his arms tighten around me.
“Don't just ‘I'm fine’ me and run off,” he says. I feel another set of arms wrap around me from the other side.
“Talk to us, awake Tamara,” Spencer says gently, the teasing quality of his voice hitting his little nickname for me.
“I just don't want to make my stay here awkward, for myself or for you guys. And, clearly what we did made Noah feel awkward,” I explain.
“Trust me, we've spoken to Noah, and he's fine. You should go speak with him in a bit,” Blake replies.
“He didn't look fine,” I reply, not believing for a second that he was okay with this after seeing his reaction for myself.
“He was just a little surprised, Tamara. He felt bad for just walking in on us like that,” Spencer explains.
“Yeah right,” I mutter. “Please can you let me get up, guys, I really want to shower,” I say, wriggling between them.
“Sure thing, but you can give me a kiss first,” Blake says teasingly. I groan and look up at him, leaning in to close the distance. “I was only kidding, you don't have to,” he says gently, running a hand soothingly across my back. I look into his eyes and figure why not, a kiss at this point isn't going to hurt things anymore, and his lips look so damn inviting. I press my lips up against his kissing him deeply, before wriggling myself around to face Spencer, and giving him a kiss too, letting my hands slide into his soft, blond hair.
I pull away, and, this time, the guys let me up. Crawling off the bed, I grab my fluffy towel and head into the bathroom, closing the cream-coloured door gently behind me. I turn the water on, making sure the water is extra hot how I like it.
Stepping into the shower, I tilt my head up, feeling the hot water splash against my face and neck, before sliding down the rest of my body. I grab my shampoo, washing my hair first, before reaching down for my body wash, and slowly washing every inch of my body. I feel kind of sad as I wash the scent of the guys right off me, replacing their smell with the scent of strawberries.
Once I'm all cleaned up, I step out of the shower, wrapping the fluffy towel around me. I head back into the bedroom, flicking the light switch on as I step in. I’m surprised to find the guys still lying stretched out across the bed.
“What are you two still doing in here?” I ask, as I walk further into the room, heading for my little, purple suitcase for some clothes.
“Turns out this bed is comfier than either of ours,” Blake answers, his eyes following me across the room.
“And, you'd know that, how?” I ask, gently probing for some answers.
“Now, just what are you asking?” Blake replies. I only now noticing as I'm rifling through my suitcase, that Spencer has fallen asleep while I was in the shower.
“I'm just curious as to how you'd know how comfy Spencer's bed is. I mean I thought it was pretty comfy,” I reply.
“You're right, his bed is pretty comfy. But, that's not what I meant, I meant both of us think your bed is better than our own individual beds,” he replies teasingly. I blush from my mistake, and then the first words of his reply sink in. Not such a mistake then.
“So, you guys are pretty close, huh?” I say, pulling out a soft, grey, thin jumper and dark-wash jeans. I contemplate going back into the bathroom to get changed, but figure it's a moot point at this stage. I let the towel drop and pick some matching black underwear, pulling it on quickly, aware of Blake's eyes on me.
“We're as close as can be. If it wasn't for how much we both enjoy women . . .,” he trails off, looking across at Spencer sleeping next to him.
“What about Noah?” I ask, needing to know if that was what Noah's issue was. Was he jealous of me sleeping with the guys because he likes them? Blake laughs, cutting off my thoughts.
“Noah?” he says incredulously. “Nah, Noah isn't built to swing that way. He just likes women, always has,” he adds, answering my question.
“Oh,” I reply, not really sure what else to say.
“He's always been cool with me and Spence, though. He's been a good friend to us. Some guys are weird about it,” he says, shrugging, but I can tell he is bothered by that more than he is wanting to let on. I drop the subject, pulling on my jeans and jumper, forgoing a shirt underneath it, I'm not planning on going outside anyway.
“You should go talk to him, he will clear it all up for you abou
t earlier,” Blake says.
I sigh. “Fine, where is he?” I ask.
“In the home office, up a floor, and it's the only room on that level. It looks out at the rooftop garden,” he answers. I turn to leave, but he's off the bed and by my side before I can open the door. He leans down and kisses me. “For luck,” he says.
“Will I need it?” I ask him, and the bastard just smiles deviously at me. I roll my eyes and exit the room, noticing that Blake crawls back into bed with Spencer as I turn back and close the door behind me.
CHAPTER TEN
I hesitantly knock on the dark, wooden door of the home office. It sits directly at the top of the staircase. I made my way up here as slowly as possible, feeling more dread pool into my stomach with every step I took.
“Come in,” Noah's voice calls, and I hear a dog's bark as I push the door open. Lola jumps up at me, and I scratch behind her ears, happy to have a short distraction to put off the awkward conversation I feel coming. Even if it only saves me for a few more seconds, totally worth it. Slowly, I tilt my head up and look at Noah, who seems to be paying me zero attention, he's busy typing on his computer.
“Can you let the dog downstairs?” he asks, not looking up at me.
“Sure,” I reply, encouraging the dog to go out the door and down the steps. I close the door behind her, wishing I could follow her down and far away from the tension in this office. Sighing, I turn back around and face him. Well, I would be facing him if he'd actually look up from his computer. Quietly making my way across the room, I walk behind him, and he tenses up as I look over his shoulder at the screen.
“Hard at work, huh?” I comment, taking in the nonsense typed into a word document on his screen.
“I was trying to look busy,” he admits, still not looking at me. I sit on the desk and luckily, it’s quite a large one, so plenty of room for me to stretch out next to the computer.
