Lucky Between the Sheets: An Anthology of Stories that Get to the Point

by L. A. Boruff

  “More!” she cried out as she came around Brogan’s fingers, his kiss cutting off her scream while she rode out her orgasm.

  Julia

  My body spasmed as my release took over, Brogan’s fingers still working in and out of my pussy slowly, dragging out every last wave of my orgasm. I’d never come that fast before, but then again, I’d never had the attention of two sexy as fuck men either. I guess there really is a first time for everything.

  I opened my eyes and watched Isaac crawl up the bed, onto his stomach, and settle himself between my legs.

  “I’ve been dying to get my mouth on this pussy all night,” he said as his tongue came out to lick up my slit, still throbbing from my release. “Fuck, you taste just as good as I knew you would.” He held onto my thighs for leverage and Brogan got on his knees beside me, his gloriously hard cock inches from my face.

  My body began to respond to Isaac’s mouth, and I felt my stomach clench as he put two fingers inside me, flicking his tongue across my clit. My mouth watered at the site of Brogan stroking himself in front of me, and I leaned up to take him into my mouth. He gently fisted my hair, and I dragged my tongue along the head of his dick before taking the entire length into my mouth. My eyes teared as he hit the back of my throat, and my teeth clanked against a metal bar on the underside of his cock. My tongue found the piercing, a bar right under the head, and I traced it with my tongue.

  “You like that?” Brogan asked, rubbing the back of my head as I nodded in response. “Just wait until you feel it inside of you.”

  His words kicked my desire into high gear, and I increased my pace, sucking his cock in and out of my mouth. His erection grew harder, and I knew he was close, but before I could make him come, he pulled himself from my mouth and laid me back down on the bed, taking my mouth with his. I couldn’t concentrate on the kiss because Isaac had stepped up his game, curling his fingers inside of me, sliding across my g-spot and rubbing his thumb in circles across my clit.

  “God yes!” I screamed as the pressure in my body began to build. This was going to be an intense orgasm and I reached down and pressed his head harder against my pussy, grinding against his face. He pushed back against my hand and stopped, wiping his hand across his chin.

  “Not just yet, baby.” He leaned up and gave me a quick kiss before falling over on his side next to me. “Brogan wants to fuck you till you come.” He brushed my hair back from my face. “Is that okay?”

  Before I could answer, Brogan made his way between my legs, leaning back on his heels. He stroked himself near my entrance and waited for me to answer Isaac’s question.

  “Yes.” I spread my legs farther, opening myself to him. “Fuck yes!”

  Brogan didn’t waste any time and guided his cock into me, slamming up to the base, fast and hard. “Oh my God!” My mouth found the pillow next to me and I bit down, silencing my scream. Brogan thrusted in and out of me, all the way to the head, and his piercing rubbed me just where I needed it to be. My orgasm was building, and I was just on the edge, when he paused and pulled out of me. “What the fuck, Brogan?”

  The light from the window shone across his face, and I could just make out his smirk. He looked over to Isaac and they seemed to be silently plotting. Brogan grabbed my legs and flipped me over, pulling my hips up and back, sliding his cock back into my wet, aching pussy. Isaac knelt in front of me, his hand moving up and down his cock.

  “Do you want to taste me, Julia?” Isaac placed the head of his cock against my mouth. “Will you get me off while Brogan makes you come?” I opened my mouth to respond, but he pressed his length farther in, and he all my thoughts were lost. I struggled to keep up a steady rhythm while Brogan was pumping in and out of me, grabbing onto my ass for leverage, but I brought one hand up to guide his shaft in and out of my mouth. I could tell he was close as he pushed the back of my head gently, and I took his erection all the way into the back of my throat. He thrusted in one last time before his orgasm took over, his cum filling my mouth. I took what he offered, and he pulled out, placing a kiss on my head and leaning back against the headboard.

  Brogan increased his pace and I felt him swell inside of me, moments before my own release took over. My hands found Isaac’s thighs in front of me and I grabbed onto them as my orgasm crashed through me, my pussy milking Brogan’s own release, his cock filling me as he thrusted into me one last time. My body collapsed onto the bed, and Brogan crawled up to take a spot next to me, pulling me into his side. Isaac laid down in front of me and ran his hand along my stomach, hips, and outer thighs, an ultimate look of happiness on his face.

  “Was that everything you dreamed of, Julia?”

  14

  Isaac

  Brogan and Julia looked too comfortable sleeping in each other’s arms, so I got dressed quietly and went back out to the party. As much as I hated leaving the warmth of the bed, I needed to make an appearance and at least say goodbye to the remaining guests.

  I made my way to the bar and requested a glass of scotch. My mind was still having a hard time wrapping around the idea of what just went down, and I was wound extra tight. It was taking everything I had not to walk back down that hall and wake them up for round two. My head was in such a fog, I missed the woman who took a seat next to me.

  “Hey there, handsome,” a soft voice broke me out of my stupor. I turned my head and noticed one of the registration desk clerks from the med-surgical floor. “This party is amazing.” She turned on the stool to face the room, crossing and uncrossing her legs, the length of her skirt leaving nothing to the imagination. She went all out in the spirit of St. Pat’s Day, from her green leprechaun shoe-styled heels to her spray-dyed green hair. “My name’s Samantha.”

  She drew out her name and licked her red lips, drawing attention to them as she spoke. Her hand came up to my chest and she gave me her best sexy smile before speaking. “Why don’t we continue this party in your room?” Before I could stop her, she stood up and kissed me, hard and demanding. It was everything I didn’t want, sloppy and meaningless. I pushed her away a second too late. She smiled towards the end of the room, and I followed her gaze. Julia stood in the doorway, a look of horror on her face.

  “Shit!” My drink missed the bar counter as I slammed it down and cursed, breaking out in a run toward where Julia was standing. Before I could make it to her, she shook her head and spun around, taking off back down the hall. She stopped at Brogan’s door and turned to me, a tear sliding down her face.

  “Why?” She didn’t wait for me to answer before opening the door and rushing in, slamming it behind her.

  “Julia,” My hand tried the door, but it was locked, and I knocked a good twenty times trying to get her or Brogan to open the door. “It wasn’t what it looked like, Julia.” I rested my forehead on the door. “Please let me explain.”

  The door flung open, but instead of being able to enter the room, I crashed into Brogan’s chest instead.

  “Give her some time, bro.” He rested his hand on my shoulder. “I know you didn’t do it, but you gotta think about how it looked from her point of view.” He pushed me out into the hall and closed the door. “She woke up and you weren’t there, and she finds you cozied up to some chick at the bar.”

  “Brogan, I wouldn’t do something that shitty, she kissed me.” I tried to make my way around him, but he put his hand on my chest.

  “Let me talk to her, Isaac.” He stepped back towards the door, and I nodded my head. “You go handle the guests, and I’ll try to smooth things over.”

  “Thanks, Brogan,” My hand came down on his shoulder before I turned to leave. “Please tell her I’m sorry.”

  I walked back into the main room and scanned the crowd. The party was still in full force, a sea of green on our makeshift dance floor. The DJ gave an Irish blessing through the microphone and everyone lifted their glasses in a salute, screaming “Happy St. Patrick’s Day,” before downing their respective glasses. I couldn’t get in the mood to sociali
ze and decided to head back to my room just as I saw Grayson on the couch. He was leaning back with a beer in his hands. He looked up at me as I got to the edge of the couch and smiled, a knowing look in his eyes that told me he wanted all the details. I dropped down on the cushion next to him and set my glass on the side table. He wasted no time, opening his mouth before I had time to relax.

  “So, Brogan and Julia, huh?” He looked over at me, a smile playing on his lips. “Good thing the music’s loud in here, but I could hear enough when I went back to my room earlier.”

  My hands rubbed down my face, and I let out a long sigh, not exactly sure how to even begin my explanation.

  “I’m sure I probably just fucked it all up with her.” Grayson’s head still rested on the back of the couch, but he turned it towards me looking genuinely interested. “She saw Samantha from med-surg kiss me.”

  “Oh, fuck.” Grayson took a long drink of the beer he had in his hand. “Did you tell her you weren’t interested?”

  My eyes closed and I realized just how much this long day had worn me out. “Brogan knows, but she won’t talk to me.” I picked up my own drink and downed the rest of it before setting it back down on the side table. “I’m not sure why I care so much so soon, Gray.” I leaned forward and put my hands on my knees, my roommate coming forward to join me.

  “Because she’s sexy as fuck, smart, funny, and just gave you the best threesome of your life.”

  “There’s more to it than that,” I corrected him. “I knew it the moment I laid eyes on her in the crowd this morning.” My fingers traced along the edge of the table, my mind going a million miles a minute. “I can’t handle being the gracious host tonight, Gray.” My eyes met Grayson’s, his face suddenly inches from mine. Something passed over his expression, his gaze drifting across my lips briefly. It looked like he was waging an internal battle, one I didn’t want to think about right now.

  “I got you, Isaac.” He put his hand on my back, and I wondered just how many meanings that statement could have.

  15

  Julia

  The sun woke me entirely too early, finding its way across my face through a small crack in the curtains. I flipped over onto my stomach, not quite ready to get up and my eyes found Brogan. He was still asleep next to me, a look of contentment on his face. I placed my fingers on his brow and traced his freckles, leaning forward to place a small kiss on his lips. He looked so happy sleeping, but I really wanted to see his golden eyes, to hear his sexy voice. His eyelashes began to flutter, and he sighed deeply, meeting my gaze.

  “Good morning, gorgeous,” he returned my kiss, deepening it, causing all kinds of feelings to take root in my belly.

  “Hey there, my sexy Irish man.”

  He pulled me into him and kissed the top of my head. “You’re pretty fucking sexy yourself.”

  I rolled on top of him, and leaned down taking his mouth in a demanding kiss. “I need coffee.”

  He moaned into my mouth and grabbed my ass. If I didn’t get out of this bed, I might have to stay in here all day.

  “I’ll go make some.” He made a move to get up, but I pushed him back down onto the bed.

  “I got it.” I gave him a quick kiss and hopped out of bed.

  “There’s some t-shirts and shorts in the second drawer.” He motioned to the tall black dresser in the corner.

  I dug around and found what I thought would be the least likely to swallow me whole and pulled them on.

  “I’ll bring you a cup?” He looked so delicious laying in the bed, his bare chest and stomach peeking out from the sheets.

  “It’s okay.” He jumped out of bed, naked and oh so tempting, and pulled on his boxers and jeans from last night. “I’m going to go wash up, then I’ll meet you in the kitchen,” He opened the door for me. “The coffee’s in the cabinet next to the fridge.” He gave me a small peck on the cheek and headed out of the room towards the bathroom while I followed behind him towards the kitchen.

  I turned the corner slowly, not wanting to run into Isaac. Deep down I knew he didn’t put the first move on that girl last night, but I couldn’t figure out why I cared so much so soon. It had only been twenty-four hours since I met him. Hell, since I met all of these guys. Nothing physical had happened between Grayson and I, but I couldn’t deny the attraction there either. What the fuck was happening to me? I was as single as could be two days ago, and now I couldn’t stop having visions of having these three men whenever I wanted.

  Making my way into the kitchen, I was relieved to see that Grayson was the only one there. Looking around, I was shocked at how normal the place looked. You’d never know a party even took place here last night. I walked up next to him as he held out a cup of coffee towards me.

  “It’s just black,” He handed the mug off to me. “There’s cream in the fridge and sugar on the counter.

  “You’re a lifesaver,” I brought the glass to my mouth and blew the steam across the top, sipping it slowly. “This is perfect.” I looked around the room again and leaned against the counter. “Did the leprechauns stay and clean up last night?” Grayson laughed next to me, a deep throaty sound that gave me chills despite the warm coffee in my hands.

  “Nah.” He rinsed his mug in the sink and made his way to the couch. “Isaac is crazy about details.” He flipped on the television and sat down, patting the spot next to him. “You like cartoons?”

  I walked over, coffee in hand and set it on the table beside the couch. “We don’t have cable in our apartment, so I’ve watched Netflix exclusively the past few months.” After sitting down, I noticed Grayson leaned into me a bit, and I was surprised I didn’t mind in the slightest.

  “You know he didn’t do anything with that girl, right?” He didn’t look at me as he talked. He spoke about Isaac with admiration, as if he wanted to make sure I didn’t think poorly of him.

  “I know.” My fingers played with the hem of Brogan’s oversized grey t-shirt. “My heart knew that last night. I was just shocked at how jealous I was, having only known him a short amount of time.”

  Grayson nodded his head next to me, and a look passed across his face that told me he understood my feelings completely.

  “He’s a good man, Julia,” he said, placing his hand on my knee. “We all are.” He turned his head towards mine, our faces inches apart. “If you’d give us a chance.” His deep brown eyes searched my face, asking permission.

  My mouth parted and his gaze traced the outline of my lips. I leaned closer and brushed against his mouth with mine. What was I doing? I jumped back and brought my fingers to my lips. “I’m so sorry, Grayson.” My eyes closed, and I leaned back against the couch, completely shocked by my behavior since I’d met these guys. The couch shifted and I chanced a look, watching Grayson walk towards his bedroom, stopping at the hallway. He turned around and gave me the sexiest smile I’d seen from him yet.

  “I’m not.”

  * * *

  I brought my hand up to Isaac’s door, knocking softly.

  “Come in.” He sounded hopeful and that broke my heart. As soon as I told him I kissed Grayson, and he realized I was a hypocrite, I was sure he'd kick me right out of his apartment.

  He opened the door and motioned for me to join him inside. My eyes saw his bed first, but I decided it was safer if I sat in the chair that took up the corner of his room. As far away from him and his bed as possible.

  “I kissed Grayson,” I blurted out just as he sat down on the bed.

  “I know,” he replied softly. He didn’t sound angry or hurt, it was as if he was just stating a fact. “I was headed to the kitchen from Brogan’s room,” He looked up and met my curious stare. “Brogan told me you went to make coffee, so I decided to go help you.”

  Unable to sit this far from him any longer, I made my way to the bed, standing before him, waiting for permission to sit next to him. Instead, he pulled me onto his lap, looking up into my eyes.

  “There’s no way for me to explain it, Julia.”
He brought his hand behind my neck and pulled me towards his mouth, searching my face. As if the answer to what he was trying to figure out could be found there. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before,” He kissed me on one cheek, and then the corner of my mouth. “I don’t think Brogan and Gray have either.”

  He pushed me down onto the bed and leaned over me. “What are you thinking?” He looked terrified, afraid I was going to take his words and run out of his life. Truth be told, I was terrified, but not for the reasons he was thinking. My heart and body were already forming bonds with these three men, and I didn’t know how to handle it. Sure, it wasn’t a mainstream relationship, it would take work on all of our parts. Hell, I wasn’t even sure if the three of them would really want me in their lives once they really got to know me.

  “I like you, Isaac.” I reached up and pulled his face closer to mine. “A lot.” I couldn’t wait to kiss him any longer, and my mouth found his. He deepened the kiss immediately, his tongue dragging across my lips and demanding entrance. Before things got too far, I broke our connection. While I still felt brave, I needed to get the rest of my thoughts out and let him take them how he would.

  “But…I think I like all of you,” I brought my hands up to my face, suddenly humiliated with the admission. “It’s crazy, isn’t it?” I spoke through my fingers, not able to face him.

  “It’s not crazy at all.” Suddenly he was off the bed and had the bedroom door open. “Brogan, Gray!” he yelled down the hall. “Get your asses in here.”

  Oh. My. God. I scooted farther up the bed, and brought my knees up, trying to make myself look as small as possible. Thundering footsteps made their way down the hall, and within seconds Brogan and Grayson were in the doorway.