“God that fucking mouth,” Shane grips Chase’s hair for dear life with his jaw clenched and eyes wild with unrepentant lust. Chase groans avidly in response.
The pressure mounting between my legs begins to become unbearable. Torn if I should make myself come or demand it from them, I moan fanatically as my orgasm kisses my temptation.
“You close, baby?” Shane reaches for me as Chase works on his cock.
“So close, but I want you. Both of you. Either of you.” I clasp his hand, struggling to breathe.
“Oh, fuck,” Shane suddenly bucks as Chase takes him deeper than before. Shane squeezes my hand as Chase drives him over the edge, fisting his cock and pumping unyielding until Shane shatters. I’m entranced as the beautiful man above me lets everything go, swept away in the current of potent pleasure. The minute Chase finishes sucking him dry, he turns his attention on me. Batting my hand away from between my legs, he covers me with his trembling body and slams into my pleading pussy without a word. We both emit a strangled sound on the moment of impact. Two ravenous bodies dying for release. I claw at his back as his commanding hips go straight for the kill, pounding the orgasm right out of me. Several God almighty thrusts later with his pelvis striking against my clit like a match, my body locks up and I catch fire. Clenching every muscle I have around him, I come in a burst; a firework display on the Fourth of July. In response to my erratic cries and convulsing core, Chase pounds away until he’s covered in sweat and strung tight as a fiddle. He buries his face in my neck and locks my body in a strong hold as he comes, his strained sounds muffled in my ear.
“Now Shane isn’t the only one who knows how good your pussy feels.” Chase heaves, still winded, but replete from his climax, kissing my collarbone tenderly.
“I didn’t know it was so sought after,” I hum euphorically, my limbs as limp as a noodle.
“More than sought after. Coveted.” Shane slides in for a toe-curling kiss.
“Mmm, agreed.” Chase pumps his semi-hard cock in and out of me as he brushes his lips up and down my neck. It’s sensation overload. Physical, emotional, spiritual. A man has never fawned over me after sex before. Not like these two.
I sigh deeply, sedate, as the three of us sink into the mattress. Limbs tangled, sexual appetites satisfied—for now.
* * *
“We promisedyou’d get a shot in your mouth, now open up.” Chase is kneeling above me, trapping me beneath his naked body. Shane behind him, peeking over his shoulder.
“No!” I squeal as I shake my head.
“C’mon, Jenn, open up. You chose dare.” He hovers the whipped cream nozzle over my mouth. I’m being stubborn just to be a tease. “Let’s see how much you can swallow.” He points the tip directly at my lips with a sexually charged expression.
“A lot.” I provoke him as I open my mouth. He shoots the whipped cream and I swallow one, two, three, four, five mouthfuls down.
“Impressive.” Shane raises his eyebrows mimicking Chase’s aroused predilection.
We’ve been in bed all damn morning. The two of them weren’t kidding when they said they wanted me all to themselves. I can’t tell you the last time I found so much enjoyment from doing nothing. These two love to find the fun in everything. I’m coming to discover they’re nothing but grown-up adolescents with too much time and money on their hands. They make it way too easy to just be. Be with them, be myself, be happy.
Proceed with caution.
“Okay. My turn.” I address Chase, still pinned beneath him. “Truth or dare?”
He cocks an eyebrow. “Truth.”
“Chickenshit.” Shane accuses.
“Shut it,” Chase elbows him and looks down at me.
“What’s the most fucked up thing you’ve ever done?” I ask.
“Peeling the onion back are we?” Chase pokes my ribs causing me to squirm.
“Maybe.” I laugh my response.
“Hmmm,” The wheels in that pretty head of his turn. “I’m not very vindictive, but I did have this roommate in college who was a total bitch. I don’t know if it was me, or she just had a chip on her shoulder, but it irritated the shit out of me because I was faultless.”
“Sure you were,” Shane heckles him.
“I was.” Chase is adamant. “We barely crossed paths that semester. I was always at the library or buried in a book.”
“I believe it. You are a bit of a geek,” Shane continues to tease him.
“You’re going to get it,” Chase glowers back at him.
