God, they were both so sexy, focused entirely on me, with Trevor pulling back to preserve himself for what I knew he wanted – to be in me. Joe moved his tongue with me even as I bucked from the sheer intensity and force of cli**x after cli**x, my orgasm draining me and recharging every cell at the same time, until finally I nudged him off my clit.
“Too much! Please, please, stop,” I begged. Ever the gentleman, he complied immediately, coming up to rest next to me. I reached over and kissed Joe’s chest, letting my lips part and touching the tip of my tongue to one nipple, giving my attention to his throbbing tip with my hand, his erection hard and pointed north. Instead of grasping it, I reached around to his h*ps with one hand and hauled him closer, rubbing my belly against the head of him.
“No, no,” he hissed. “You do that and I’ll be in you in two seconds.”
“And the problem with that is…?” Trevor said from behind me. Joe cocked an eyebrow as if to say, You’re OK with that? and Trevor nodded.
I decided for them, pulling up and sitting on my knees. My body was on full display for them, and theirs for my eyes, too. A feast of gorgeous, strapping flesh, it made me eager to take them both, wanting everything. Could we…?
Could I?
Only way to know was to try. You would think I’d be completely limp and loose, exhausted from coming so hard, but a new wave of need arose in me, this one piqued by curiosity about the tantalizingly forbidden. If we had enough lube, could we?
Could I?
That decision, to take them both at the same time in such an intimate way, was 100 percent mine. Trevor had shut down that idea earlier and I knew he was being compassionate, trying not to make me feel pressured or hurried, but all it did was plant a seed. I wasn’t exactly known for being compliant, now, was I? Tell me I shouldn’t have something and all I want is it.
Like this.
Practical Joe climbed off the bed and grabbed a brown paper bag sitting on the dresser next to the television. The view, with the mirror reflecting back, was spectacular, his chest carved from marble, tight pockets of abs leading down to hip bones that jutted out, his ass flexing as he walked back holding a box of condoms.
And a jar of lube.
“Boy scout,” I laughed. Then I paused, thinking this through, enjoying the camaraderie of taking all of this step by step. Besides, I’d already come. They were the ones being tortured, on the brink, needing more.
“Be prepared,” they said simultaneously.
“When did you buy that?” I asked slowly. Sheepish looks covered their faces, so I answered for them. “On the way here from my house, right?”
They nodded.
“You knew I’d come back.”
“We hoped,” Trevor whispered in my ear, coming in for a kiss that curled my toes, his mouth relaxed and casual, his throbbing member pressing against my arm anything but. He stretched out on the bed and hauled me on top of him, my thighs pressed against thickly-muscled hips, his erection pressing against my mons. Joe handed him a condom and I grabbed it, pulling it out of the wrapper and unrolling it, half inch by half inch, over him as he moved his h*ps up, straining for it, knowing what came next.
I arched my ass over his c*ck and felt it nudge my folds, then let the tip rest right at the entrance of my core, sliding down over his pole with excruciating precision, slow and slippery and agonizingly deliberate.
Stretching up like a cat, my back relaxed and my abs clamped down on him, my wetness making a slick tunnel to bring him home. Joe watched with hungry eyes, hand on his own member, stroking himself as he watched me impale myself on Trevor.
And then I said what I had been thinking these past few minutes, my mind blown with the headiness of it all. “Can we try?”
Those simple words, that full-throated offer, made the air crackle, the room suspended in midair, timeless. Joe practically sprinted to the bed, lube in hand, and didn’t need to give an answer. Kisses dotted my back and shoulder blades, hands cupping my br**sts from behind, Trevor smiling up at me with those baby blues that begged for me to release into his ocean of everything and accept him and Joe full into my center.
“I’m going to – ” Joe said, not finishing the sentence as I felt a slick warmth pour down my butt crack, the tickle of viscosity making me shudder. Trevor caressed by br**sts as Joe searched out my ass, a pinkie touching the rim, making my p**sy tighten. Trevor groaned as I learned I had a whole layer of wall muscle within that I could lengthen and shorten at my pleasure’s command, focusing on making myself tighten as hard as possible around Trevor, his groan of lust an answer to whether it was working for him.
And then I changed my mind. The pain of his pinkie took me too far away, distracted and filled with preoccupations and trepidations.
“Stop,” Trevor said quietly. “You don’t have to, Darla. You are completely in charge. Whatever you want, we’ll give. Whatever you don’t want, won’t happen.”
“Absolutely,” Joe added.
“It’s not that I don’t want it,” I explained, hissing into the space above Trevor, brimming with a humming need to f**k him silly, and to make love with Joe, too. “It’s just – ”
“You never have to justify your feelings,” Joe said, kissing my neck. He got off the bed and walked to the bathroom. A faucet creaked on. The sound of rushing water. Then Joe was back, slightly wet hands on my back, as Trevor began shifting his h*ps up, thrusting into me.
“I can’t hold on much longer,” he moaned.
“So don’t.” With that, I lifted my pelvis, sliding up to the tip, letting it rest ever-so-lightly in me, and then slammed myself down so hard his c*ck hit my inner wall, going so deep I could nearly feel it next to my heart. Three more thrusts like that and Trevor’s eyes went hot, then closed, neck straining as he let himself take over, shaping his thrusts with a hip twist that made me come crazy-like, fingers clinging to his shoulders, rutting like an animal in heat, my body firing through the push to get closer, closer, closer…
And then.
Trevor let out a dusky gasp and called out, “Joe!” Slipping me off, Trevor grinned and gave me a kiss, panting through the not-so-slow descent from his cli**x. “I want you to have Joe. But on my terms, this time.” Wink.
What? What did that mean? I felt like I had a fireball inside me that was only partly extinguished, my body craving Joe’s, to know him as intimately as I knew Trevor, to feel him over me, hands on his body, owning him and trusting him, sharing my core with him the way I had with Trevor. The heat in the room had nothing to do with temperature, Joe’s barely-contained lust coming out in full force as I stretched out, like a cat, on the bedspread, waiting for so much more.
Once I knew I could trust them, once I knew that I could decide what we did and didn’t do, it was easy to let them call the shots now. No matter what, they wouldn’t push me into anything I wanted, which gave them even more freedom. Ironic, I know. Testing the world and learning came hand-in-hand from knowing that someone else’s well being was in your hands, and respecting their boundaries meant showing them you could trust them.
Joe and Trevor were great students in that life lesson.
“Is there more I can do?” Joe said in a teasing, seductive voice as he loomed over me, chest working overtime with arms to hover, his little kisses as he dipped down for a quick peck setting me ablaze.
“You can f**k me.” The words came out flat and desperate, triggering a chuckle that rumbled low in his throat.
“Mmmmm, I think we can do more,” Trevor interrupted. He and Joe exchanged a look I couldn’t decipher, and then – Joe’s c*ck in me – a duality in me split into two completely different Darlas, one losing her mind and the other trying, in an endless loop, to understand how one man could do both delectable things at the same time.
Oh. He can’t.
But they could.
As Joe nestled himself between my legs, entering me as if in a state of worship, his arms on either side of my face and his seductive smile of desire nearly making me cry with happiness, Trevor curled up next to me, face right by my hip. The energy from Joe’s body entwined with mine was incredible, re-energizing me.
“I won’t last long,” Joe said, a smile in his words. My eyes were closed now, his body searing through me, the softness of his strokes making me die a little from pure thrill with each little feather-like hammer. His thrusts grew, filling me, going quickly from gentle to intense and I rode with him, twinning my movements with his, until Trevor’s hands roamed my body, his fingers inserted between mine and Joe’s bodies, searching for my clit.
Fireworks. Explosion. Nothing prepared me for that, with Joe pumping into me, hammering into me as he fought his way through his own orgasm, my unexpected supernova turning me into a screaming, loud madwoman. The sense of complete abandon was so all-pervasive; I felt I could do anything right now.
“Ah, Joe, ah, yes!” I cried, Trevor’s fingers and Joe filling me, his body seizing suddenly, a hoarse cry coming from him as he pushed in, pulled out, shorter, staccato movements that teased out the last few drops of my own pent-up need.
Collapsing on me, Joe went limp, Trevor’s hand moving out, the three of us stretched out on the bed in a heap of utter satiety.
And that is how I came (pun intended) to have my first threesome. Probably my only threesome, I assumed, because in a few hours they would be gone. Stifling my need to overtalk or overthink, I snuggled up as much as I could, sandwiched between perfection, my curves in complement to their toned athletes’ bodies. We fit together well, feminine and masculine, the contrast visually appealing as I peeked through one eye, evaluating us.
In the slivers of moonlight that crept in around the hotel curtains, I saw how calm and peaceful they both were, Joe planting a lazy kiss on my breast, Trevor standing to pull the comforter and sheets down, all three of us dragging ourselves under, already half-asleep. In a big pile of big old me and these two hot musicians the three of us faded off to sleep to dream whatever it is you dream after breaking every rule.
And loving it.
Chapter Eleven
Darla
I woke up to an empty hotel room, the heady scent of sex and sweat, and a huge pile of $20 bills on the nightstand.
Oh, no, they didn’t.
Fury rose up in me like a Browns fan watching the Steelers beat them at a home game. A pile of money and just – poof? Those f**king a**holes. Use me for the most intimate act ever in my life and then throw a pile of cash at me like I was some kind of hooker in a Reba McIntire song?
They did.
I swept my hand across the nightstand and the twenties went everywhere, like demented butterflies from hell, floating effortlessly and flipping in the air, wafting to and fro before settling to the ground in seconds. Those seconds were all it took for a growl of pain and betrayal to rise up in my throat, the bile of disgust and heartache rising, too, until I was choke-coughing and sobbing all at once. Naked, covered in dried sweat and mingled sex scents, the rumpled sheets felt like handcuffs, the mirror a jury about to indict me for the crime of being too stupid to live.
They used me. Got their jollies and left me alone in a hotel room in my own hometown with a stack of money? How could Trevor go from writing a love ballad about me to doing that? And Joe – what was all that horseshit about feeling real with me, realizing he didn’t need to follow his mom’s every command, and how I made him see new doors of life that could open?