And this is why I don’t do drugs of any kind and barely drink alcohol.
When Ernie was firmly planted back in reality, he insisted on marrying Bailey right away. Problem was, an intoxicated Ernie would often lose control of his bladder. The others usually just poked fun at him for being a light weight. But Bailey said he had to get checked out before they could marry. She wanted a healthy husband…who didn’t pee his pants. Seemed like a legit request to me. So, Ernie saw the Kosher Nostra doctor and what followed was months of doctor’s appointments, tests, medications and finally surgery. Ernie is diabetic and had gone undiagnosed and untreated for a while, causing some nerve damage that affected his bladder control. He had a bladder pacemaker implanted, made some lifestyle changes and has been accident free for a while. They put up one of those boards that factories use that state how many days since the last accident…Ernie was unamused at first, but he enjoys changing the number now.
Esther’s laughter is out of place in such a fancy establishment, but infectious, nonetheless. “Bailey, sweet summer child.”
“My birthday is in the fall.”
Esther keeps going. “It’s adorably naïve to believe that Ernie’s mother, or I, would allow the two of you to commit your lives to one another in secret.”
“Not secret.” Bailey’s eyes are as wide as saucers. She looks like a Disney princess…a confused and naïve Disney princess. “Just low key—” The room erupts in laughter and I join them.
“Low key and the Kosher Nostra do not exist in the same world, Bails.” Vandy pats her friend on the top of her head. “You deserve a fairytale, just like we do. However, my mom has a good point. I don’t want to take away from either of you,” she looks between Dottie and Bailey, “but our guest lists are gonna overlap. Why don’t we have individual ceremonies and then one big party?” Everyone chimes in, while ushering Bailey toward a dressing room.
A throb begins between my thighs, and I cross my legs to stem it. It’s useless. Big.Big. We had abigparty last night. While I might be concerned about the potential fallout, I can’t say that Yak, Monty, and I don’t share intense chemistry. Emotions and vulnerability are scary but being greedily devoured by the two of them is not. I’m sweet, and kinda shy, and quiet…but I do enjoy a good penising.
I sit on the edge of the bed, my body trembling with anticipation and fear. I trust Monty and Yak implicitly. But I’ve never been with two men before and I don’t know what to do, exactly. Where do my hands go? Is there some book I should have read regarding threesome etiquette…Emily Post’s Etiquette of the Devil’s Three-Way. Double Penetration for Dummies.
“Sweetling.” Monty startles me, kneeling in front of me, his hands cupping my cheeks. Dark, soulful eyes quieting someof the static in my head. I know what we did this morning…but this feels different. More intense. We’ve had all day to rethink our decisions and yet, here we are. The three of us. Together. Committed. Ready for whatever happens next. “Don’t be nervous, Sophia. Yak and I will take care of you. We willalwaystake care of you.” I close my eyes and let his words, the conviction in his voice wash away the rest of my doubts, drowning out the static until all that is left is want. Need. Desperate, all-consuming, powerful desire.
“I love you.” I blurt out. My eyes snap open when he grunts. Those same eyes that calmed me moments ago…the fire in them sets me ablaze. Hands still on my cheeks, he pulls my mouth to his and ravishes it. No other way to describe the way Monty kisses me. Owns me.
“Fuck, I love you too.” He rasps against my swollen lips before fusing our mouths once more. He makes quick work of my dress and undergarments. His hands roaming across my body, a burn following in their wake along my skin.
“I can’t leave you two alone for three minutes.” Yak’s voice is startling; I jump back on the bed as if I’ve been caught doing something bad. Monty grins at me. “I’m just a man wanting to sanitize his cocktopus. Hygiene and safety are important.”
Monty forces his gaze away from mine and raises a dark eyebrow at Yak. “So is making our girl cum on my tongue.”
“All in due time, Christopher.” I stare at Yak’s bare chest, counting his abs, rippling as he walks toward us. The sight of the gigantic octopus shaped sex toy has my nipples beading painfully, as I swallow hard. That thing is supposed to fit inside me. It’s nearly as thick as Monty and Yak combined. Why am I so excited to try?
Yak runs his eyes down the length of Monty’s body, now standing at the side of the bed. “Naked. Now.” Monty doesn’t argue, just starts loosening his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt. Wiping the drool at the corner of my mouth, I watch enraptured as beautiful brown skin is revealed stretched over muscles that should be illegal. He stops with his pants unbuckled, zipper down, shoes and socks off. He meets Yak’s eyes with a challenge of his own. I expect Yak to deny him, but he chuckles and undoes his own pants, sending them falling to the floor. His penis thick, slight curve upward, hanging low between his legs. Monty’s is longer, a little thicker, and just as beautiful.
As if hearing my thoughts, Monty calls my name. “Sophia. Sweetling.” He points to his penis and Yak’s. “What are these called?” My cheeks flame, but I glare at the two of them, not appreciating their smirks.
“Penises.”
“Cocks. Dicks.”
“I can say what I want in my own head.”
Yak strokes his length, closing the distance between us. He drops the cocktopus on the bed, grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed. I squeak in surprise, moaning when he massages my calves and sets my feet on the mattress. I’m spread open on full display. I hate attention, but the weight of their heated gaze is sinfully delicious and addictive. Wedging himself between my thighs, he rests his fists next to my head and hovers above me. I want to feel him, skin to skin but he makes no move to touch me. “The boys you’ve been with had a penis; your men have cocks. Dicks.”
“Hammer heads,” I mutter, closing my eyes when I realize what I just said. Yak stands up with a laugh, and I whine at the loss of his body heat.
“Ahh!” He cups my vag—
“Pussy.” Darn him. He cups my pussy possessively. “Are you a nail? Huh, Soph, are you the nail for us to hammer?”
“Construction innuendos should not be hot.”
“And yet you are soaking fucking wet, Sweetling. You want to feel us inside you, don’t you?”
“Yes!” His thumb presses against my clit and my back bows.
“Monty is going to fuck your pretty little cunt with his tongue.”
“Hell yes.” Monty drops to his knees and buries his face between my legs. His stubble provides much needed friction. “Huh?” I open my eyes and find Monty now standing, bent over the side of the bed, Yak’s hand on Monty’s upper back pushing him toward my dripping pussy. He stares at Yak in question over his shoulder.
Yak produces a butt plug and a tube of lube. Doing his best Vanna White impression, he produces a second plug with a blinding smile. Monty starts laughing so hard, he rests his cheek on my stomach. He mumbles something into my skin that I can’t quite make out. Lifting his head he winks at me and looks at Yak once more.
