by Samantha Bee
He sees my hesitation and chuckles, “Do you trust me, baby girl?” Fuck there’s that baby girl again and I clench around my fingers and can’t stop myself from nodding. “Now add the third finger,” he commands me.
I nod again as I slip a third finger inside of me.
This time it's Kade who asks me to describe how I feel. I’m barely able to think let alone answer his question, I manage to answer, “Tight. Hot. So wet,” I end on a moan. Still going at the torturously slow pace that Noah set.
“Fuck, baby girl,” Noah curses, “I can’t last much longer. You’re too fucking hot. Finger fuck yourself.” I pick up the pace as my hips thrust against my hand, chasing the orgasm that is so fucking close. I’m moaning like a porn star as I throw my head back, my whole body is on fire. I feel the pressure building and building and I know I’m so close to crashing over to the other side.
Kade groans, “I need you to come now, Scar. I need to taste that pretty pussy.”
His words send me over the edge and wave after wave of pleasure rocks through my body. It goes on and on as my whole body shakes and I feel myself tighten around my fingers.
“Fuck,” I sigh when my body finally stops convulsing. I have never made myself come so hard. Most guys haven’t been able to make me come that hard. I’m still panting and trying to catch my breath as I look up to meet Kade’s eyes first and then Noah’s.
Before I even have a chance to start feeling embarrassed that they both just watched me finger myself, Noah is bossing me around again. I pull my fingers out of my pussy as he asks and show Kade how wet they are. My come is dripping down the sides of my fingers.
“Taste yourself,” Noah is breathing heavily, and I think he must be close. I barely even hesitate as I bring my fingers up to my mouth and lick up the dripping pussy juice off my index finger before slipping it into my mouth and sucking it in.
Not once breaking eye contact with Noah. I want to push him over the edge. Stubborn mother fucker swears but doesn’t come. He must be thinking about dead bunnies or something to keep himself from finishing.
I’ve always been curious about my own taste, it tastes a little sweet, not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. I actually don’t mind the taste all that much. I lick all three of my fingers clean, still trying to drive him as crazy as he just made me.
Kade lets loose with what sounds like a string of Italian curses. Interesting. I didn’t even know he knew Italian. I turn to look at him as I swirl my tongue around the tip of my middle finger, teasing him.
“Dammit, Scar. That's just mean.”
Noah chuckles but it sounds strained, “Let Kade taste just how hot you are for him, baby girl.”
I gasp and look at him as he nods at me, stroking himself faster now and breathing heavier. He continues, “Spread your sweetness across his lips,” I dip two fingers back into myself collecting my wetness before stepping up to Kade and spreading it across his closed lips. At Noah’s direction I slip my fingers into his mouth and am rewarded with an absolutely animalistic growl from Kade. Fuck if I’m not close to orgasming all over again.
Kade rips his gaze away from mine and locks eyes with Noah as some type of silent communication goes on between them. How the fuck they do that, I do not know. They literally just met each other less than fifteen minutes ago. I watch as they both nod at each other.
“Baby girl, turn around,” Noah instructs as he gets up off the couch and walks around to stand in front of me. Now Kade sits behind me with his knees nudging my thighs apart and Noah is settling himself facing me and sitting on the coffee table.
I gasp as Kade pulls me down hard onto his lap and quite literally impales me on his throbbing erection. The unexpected rough entrance into my already stimulated area has me about ready to fall over into another orgasm almost immediately.
Noah is pounding his dick as he watches, entranced as Kade thrusts almost violently into my entrance. He only gets about four thrusts before I’m crying out that I’m close.
Kade wraps his arms around me, snaking one hand to rub tight circles over my clit while the other hand sneaks up and pinches my nipple. I scream as my pussy clenches down on Kade as my entire body convulses in an orgasm. I’m clenching so tightly around Kade that he can only manage the smallest of thrusts.
“Fuck, Scar,” he pants, “It’s like your sweet little cunt is milking my dick,” his voice is strained.
His words must set off Noah because he groans as I feel his hot come splash against my breasts. When he is finally spent, and there's no more come spurting across my chest, Noah grins at me as he leans forward and teases my nipples with his own come before leaning forward and kissing me hard.
Something about being teased with one man’s come and being kissed by him while riding another man’s dick sets me over into a third smaller orgasm before the second one even really finishes.
Kade is cursing in Italian again as he explodes inside of me. My already soaked pussy is literally flooded with his seed and before he even pulls out, I can feel both of our come dribbling down my legs.
I break the kiss with Noah and look down in fascination as the come from my chest travels down and mixes with the juices leaking out of my pussy. Fuck if that isn’t one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed. Noah follows my gaze and smirks at me, “You like that don’t you? My come mixing with yours and Kade’s.”
I just nod still out of breath.
Kade all of a sudden, bursts out laughing, “You really are a kinky mother fucker, Scar.” I look over my shoulder at him and smirk as I purposely clench around him again.
“Oh no, no, no,” he groans, “I love your dirty side, Ladybug. But I am fucking spent.”
I can’t help but laugh, “Well, this is not how I expected my morning to go.” I want to pull myself off of Kade’s dick, but I am honestly too tired to even move.
Noah and Kade both join in my laughter and Noah jokes, “Yeah, I should definitely stop by unannounced more often.”
Kade chuckles as he jokes that Noah can crash any of our dates. I’m glad there isn’t any awkwardness, and I can’t lie and say I don’t want this to happen again. It might just be my new favorite thing. Being watched was honestly incredible but I am fucking exhausted and a god damn mess.
I reach my hands out to Noah, “Give me a hand, will you?”
He blushes as he asks, “You want me to literally pull you off another man’s dick?”
I start cracking up, “Well don’t get all shy now Mr. Director,” his blush gets significantly darker with his embarrassment.
Kade pinches my side, “Leave the poor guy alone, you know damn well you enjoyed his domineering side.”
My chuckle sounds husky even to my ears as I admit that I loved that side of him and want more of Noah’s domineering side.
I hit his shoulder, “Seriously though, help me up I’m exhausted, and I need a shower before I crawl back into bed.”
Noah finally grips my hand and pulls me up and off of Kade. I sigh and wave my hand vaguely in their direction as I tell them, “Feel free to clean yourselves up, or leave, or whatever.” I’m too tired to care what they do.
Surprisingly enough, both guys join me in the shower. I hadn’t intended to invite them to join me, the condo has another bathroom. I’m not totally opposed to it though.
They sandwich me in between them, Kade washing my front clean of the mess we made while I lean my head back towards Noah’s chest as he scrubs my scalp and long hair. Their extra attention has me feeling even more sated, relaxed, and cherished.
I hum contentedly, this is the best part about fucking multiple guys. There’s always someone to take care of my needs, no commitments or hurt feelings necessary. A girl could really get used to this type of treatment.
I think the pair of them must be as exhausted as I am because nothing more than rinsing off happens. We dry off and throw on the bare minimum of clothing before all falling into my bed. I find myself falling asleep with my head on Noah’
s chest as he pets my hair and Kade’s leg is thrown over mine as he draws patterns on my back. I fall asleep feeling more peaceful than I can remember feeling in a longtime.
Chapter Five
I wake up with Scar still laying across my chest. I smile to myself as I brush the hair off her face and watch her for a moment as she sleeps. I’m aware that she would hate it if she saw the tender look that I know is on my face as I stare at her.
When I first met Scar, I just thought she was a crazy, fun loving girl who just didn’t want to grow up. I know better now. She is so much more than what I initially thought she was. She never fails to surprise and amaze me with her depth, interesting views, and unique approach to life.
I met her at the coffee shop around the corner from her house. It's one of the closest ones to the college where I’m working towards my masters. I would see her there at least a few times a week. It was clear she was a regular and a well loved one at that.
Every time she came into the shop, she would greet all of the baristas by name, asking them about their lives before regaling them with the wildest stories. It was clear she lived her life unapologetically and had no qualms about sharing her adventures with others.
She has such an overwhelming presence, it was impossible to not take notice of her. I would find myself looking forward to running into her and listening to her crazy ass tales. I started studying at Harlee’s House of Coffee more and more often all in hopes of catching snippets of this raven-haired woman’s life.
I found myself enthralled with this gorgeous stranger and her antidotes. She was just so different from me, outspoken, reckless… alive. I tended to be more shy, reserved, serious almost to a fault.
I felt like I could never make a spontaneous decision, everything in my life has been planned, organized, well thought out. I never had any issues with the way I worked but as I approached the final hurdles before graduating, I found myself more often than not feeling like I was merely existing, not really living a life.
I loved my field of study, I found everything about it to be fascinating. Technology is such a vast field with so many different directions that you can take with it. However, it is a competitive field and a grueling road to success, especially considering I’m specializing in software development.
It's a road that requires a lot of sacrifice, especially in regard to my social life. Which was nonexistent prior to Scar, if that hadn’t been obvious.
Then this whirlwind of energy, confidence, and good times came crashing into my life, quite literally.
The sound of the front door at Harlee’s opening drew my eyes up from my laptop. In walked the woman who has taken up more residence in my mind than I care to admit, even to myself.
She’s dressed in tight black workout clothes. Her black hair messily piled on top of her head in some type of bun. Most of her face is covered by large black sunglasses.
She must be hungover. I smile to myself as I unintentionally lean closer towards the bar where she will pick up her drink from. She tends to stand there and catch up with the baristas like they’re old friends. If she went out drinking last night, the girls behind the bar will most likely get to hear the story. Or stories, knowing her.
I try not to scoff at myself and how much of a stalker I have turned into over this woman. I pull back and try not to be obvious that I’m eavesdropping about her night out at a popular club downtown.
I think I’ve heard of it before. A lot of my classmates have mentioned going to Steel Roses. It is supposed to be this super modern club that sometimes has strippers or something like that. I’ve never been before, haven’t had the time or really any inclination.
My books falling off the table breaks me out of my internal musings. I stare at the floor where my books now lay haphazardly, confused as to what just happened.
“Oh fuck, didn’t mean to do that,” a silvery voice says from across the table.
I look up into the startling green eyes. A deep but bright green, shining like emeralds. They are as enrapturing as the woman they belong to.
The woman I have become mildly obsessed with, okay maybe more than mildly, is sitting across from me. I have no idea how to react so I do as any other slightly socially awkward, introverted nerd type would react. I sit there and stare at her with my jaw residing somewhere in the vicinity of where my books now are. Speechless.
Her large black glasses rest on top of her head as she stares back at me, her head cocked to the side like she’s studying me.
“I really didn’t mean to do that,” she says again as she bends down and grabs my books before setting them on my table again. Her voice snaps me out of my shock.
“Oh, yeah,” I say awkwardly, “it’s okay. Just an accident,” I cut myself off before I really start to ramble like I normally do.
She just smiles at me still tilting her head to one side examining me. I struggle not to twitch or try to fill in the silence. Anything that comes out of my mouth will just make this more awkward. I’m too good at embarrassing myself, especially in front of someone who looks like she does.
Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips and my eyes are immediately drawn to her full, dusty rose lips as I follow the movement of her tongue. She smiles widely, flashing brilliant white teeth.
“I just wanted to drop by and give you this,” she hands me a folded up white piece of paper. I hold on to it but don’t immediately open it to see what it is. My attention is still solely focused on her.
“I’m Scar,” she introduces herself.
I smile for the first time since she sat at my table, “I’m Noah.”
“I know,” she says, shocking the hell out of me. I just stare at her mouth agape, but she just laughs.
“I asked Brittany,” she continues, gesturing towards the redhead working behind the bar. She’s watching the interaction and when I look over at her our eyes meet and she gives me a broad smile and a wave. I give her a small smile back, still so confused by what is happening. Scar is way out of my league to be noticing me, let alone show any curiosity about me.
“Don’t be freaked out,” she says, confusing the reason for my silence. I’m not creeped out at all. If either of us has the right to be creeped out, it should be her. “I just got tired of waiting for you to make a move.”
I feel my face heating and I know I must be turning pink in my cheeks and ears. I have no idea how to respond to that. Why would she be waiting for me to ask her out? Why would she even want me too?
“I’m sorry, what?” Not exactly an intelligent response but it’s really all I’m capable of at this point. She’s pretty much rendered me speechless since the moment she sat down.
She clicks her tongue, “You always watch me when I come in,” she explains, and I feel the pink in my cheeks burning crimson.
“Umm,” I hesitate, embarrassed, “right, I’m sorry?” I say but it comes out more as a question because this conversation and this woman has thrown me for one loop after another.
She doesn’t look at all bothered by my lack of social skills. Instead, she just throws her head back and starts laughing. I honestly can’t even tell you what she finds so amusing, but I don’t think it’s something that I said.
She just smiles at me as she calms down, “I don’t usually approach guys first,” she says as she wipes under her eyes, “but I’m glad I broke my rules for you, Noah.”
She gets up and points to the paper still in my hand, “Use it,” she says before turning and walking back out of the coffee shop. I look down at the paper in my hand and unfold it.
Her name and number.
A huge grin spreads across my still pink-tinted face.
Brittany whoops behind the counter and I look up and start laughing with her.
A doorbell ringing brings me out of my memories, and I realize that was what had woken me up in the first place.
“Baby girl,” I gently nudge Scar, trying to wake her up. I had never called her baby girl prior to today but once it slipped out
of my mouth, it just felt so right, and now I can’t seem to stop myself from calling her that.
She just grumbles at me in her sleep. I smile down at her before I hear the doorbell go off again. Whoever it is, is getting impatient.
“Come on, baby girl, someone is at your door,” I tell her, but she just groans and rolls away from me, refusing to get up. I sigh as I watch her and realize that Kade is watching me with an amused expression on his face.
“What?” I ask him, curious why he’s giving me such a smug look. How long has he been watching me?
He just shrugs before telling me, “That will never wake her crazy ass up.”
I just raise a brow at him and gesture towards her, letting him take over trying to get her stubborn ass out of bed. I was not expecting him to sit up, rip the sheet off her and smack her bare ass. I wince as I notice it instantly turning red.
There’s a moment of silence where the slap echoes through the room before Scar is up and screaming at Kade, “You fucking mother fucker!” she yells as she throws a pillow at him. The guy is just laughing, completely unfazed by her anger. The entire spectacle is quite amusing, but I hold my laughter in because I won’t even lie, Scar’s temper can be a bit intimidating.
She is still smacking him with the pillow when the doorbell rings again, Kade just laughs, “Hey, there’s someone at your door.”
“You couldn’t just answer it?” she screams at him, smashing the pillow into his face.
He grunts but just keeps laughing, pissing her off more. I snort, failing to keep my laughter in at their antics and start laughing with him. I turn to get off the bed and start pulling my clothes back on.
Behind me I hear Scar manage to push Kade out of her bed. An impressive feat considering their significant size difference.
“Go answer the fucking door,” she yells at Kade who is just standing butt naked in the middle of her room.
