Rock You Like a Hurricane: A College Coeds and Best Friends Menage Romance (Triple Passion Play Book 1)

by Sierra Brave

  The two backed up and out of the room before closing the door upon exit. After Trisha took care of business, she washed her hands and took a moment to freshen up a bit more. Once she was finished, she opened the door and let them back inside. Tommy, who had no qualms about draining his bladder in front of her and Ken, quickly relieved himself.

  Ken unscrewed the cap from the mouthwash before rinsing the makeshift cup out and refilling with water. He handed the tiny refreshment to Trisha, and she accepted, drinking down every drop. For the next few minutes, the three of them rehydrated and refreshed their bodies in preparation for round three.

  The three bashfully stole glances at one another, snickering between the exchanging of sweet kisses. Ken’s tongue explored Trisha’s mouth, slowly savoring her before breaking away. Their lines of vision locked briefly before his cheeks flushed and he looked away. After placing a finger under his chin, Trisha forced him to look her in the eye before landing a peck on his lips. Tommy craned his neck to kiss her shoulder. As he raised his head, he removed a hand from Trisha’s waist and combed his fingers through Ken’s hair while leaning in and giving his lips a gentle peck. Trisha held her breath, half expecting Ken to freak out, but he allowed Tommy’s small gesture of affection. A searing lightning bolt of arousal struck Trisha’s core. “Fuck! That is so hot!”

  Tommy’s head flew back, his blond locks swinging as he laughed. Ken simply snorted, shaking his head as he said, “Dork.” While poking out her bottom lip, she pouted. “No, noooo, no!” Ken crinkled his nose as he bent his knees, grabbing her around the waist and hoisting her over his shoulder. Tommy stepped out of the way, allowing Ken to haul her into the opposite room.

  She laughed as he dropped her, allowing her to bounce against the mattress. “We’re jacking up Tommy’s bed, too?” She surveyed the twin-size.

  “Yep!” Tommy followed with the flashlight in hand. With one man on each side of the bed, circling her like prey, Trisha surveyed the situation. Tommy’s cock twitched, while Ken’s had started to rebound. She took control, reaching out with both hands and wrapping a palm around each man’s dick. Ken jutted his hips toward her while Tommy groaned. She stroked both shafts until they quickened beneath her touch. While scooting over, she leaned toward Tommy, slurping his monster cock between her lips before releasing him and kissing the tip. He moaned as her lips left his skin. She moved in the other direction and honored Ken’s cock with the same affection.

  Ken placed one knee on the bed as he reached forward, pulling her into his arms. “Tommy, lie down.” His voice sounded confident, dominant.

  Trisha’s eyes widened and she pursed her lips, her entire body buzzing with excitement. Tommy sat down, reclining until his head rested on the pillow. His naked body glistened in the dim light provided by the flashlight he had set upright on the nightstand, leaving an illuminated circle on the ceiling. Ken placed his lips by her ear as he wrapped his hand around Tommy’s rigid dick and stroked him a few times before opening a fresh condom package and sheathing his friend’s erection. “Hop on.”

  Trisha straddled Tommy, separating her slit with her fingertips as she placed his cock against her wet pussy. He entered with ease this time, and she groaned in response while sinking down to submerge his cock within her tunnel all the way to the hilt.

  “Damn…feels so good inside you, baby.” Tommy lifted his chin, closing his eyes as he bucked his hips in a slow rhythm.

  “I’m going to need another condom too.” Ken nudged Tommy’s shoulder.

  Oh sorry!” Tommy pointed to his nightstand. “Second stash.” Ken opened a small drawer before fishing inside and pulling out a gold packet. Trisha took the rubber from him, after tearing open the wrapper, she placed the circular latex sheath over his twitching dick before unrolling their protection.

  Trisha lifted up on her knees, rocking her hips as climbed to the top of Tommy’s cock. She rubbed her wetness against the head, holding the shaft as she allowed the broad tip to penetrated her once more. Fuck! It’s huge!” She quivered as she accepted all of his thickness.

  Tommy flashed his perfect teeth. “Yeah, it is.”

  “Conceited prick.” Ken flicked Tommy’s arm with his thumb and forefinger as he sneered.

  “Now, don’t be jealous, cowboy. Yours is quite a mouthful too,” Trisha turned her head and blew him a kiss. She smirked, watching his face turn beet-red. Damn, he’s so cute! While placing her palms on Tommy’s chest, she balanced her weight, riding him. He matched her tempo, rocking his hips while resting his hands on hers.

  “Ken,” she whispered, missing his touch as she watching him plunder the nightstand drawer he’d left open.

  After a few seconds, he retrieved a bottle of lube and nodded toward Tommy. “Figured you’d have some.”

  Tommy’s eyes widened and he squinted. “What do you want with that?”

  “Don’t go getting too excited. I intend to remain exit only.” Ken lightly tapped a fingertip against Tommy’s forehead before he slipped behind Trisha’s back. “Lean forward toward the dummy, Trisha.”

  “Now don’t start with that...this is a circle of love. You two can tease each other another time.” She managed to scold Ken without missing a beat of her ride.

  “Sorry.” Ken’s hot breath warmed her shoulder before he kissed her neck.

  “Mmm.” Grunting sounds caught in her throat. “You’re forgiven... Oh!” Her eyes widened as Ken surprised her, pressing a lubricated finger against her rimmed hole. “Ken?”

  “Shhh, try to relax. You want the three of us to be one, don’t you?” Ken gingerly teased her pucker, slathering the opening with lubricant.

  Without a second thought, she nodded her agreement, delighting in the idea of their merging into one monogamous unit. Bouncing up and down on Tommy’s cock, she held him down using her weight for leverage as Ken nudged his fingertip inside her.

  “Stick out your ass a little more.” Ken patted Trisha’s rump as he made his command. She obeyed, panting as she leaned closer to Tommy. As her nipples brushed against the blond’s rock-hard pectorals, she cooed.

  Tommy grabbed both of her cheeks, squeezing the ample lobes as he parted them. “Take a deep breath, Trish.”

  Uh oh! Well, it’s not like I wasn’t expecting this. She braced herself while arching her back. Ken wiggled a second finger into her ass. She whimpered, resting her head on Tommy’s chest as Ken pumped the digits with great care, urging the tight ring of muscle to adapt. She dragged her teeth across Tommy’s tan skin, nibbling next to his nipple before snaking her tongue out to taste the ripening bud. He moaned his approval, his calloused fingertips tickling some of the skin he held exposed between her spread cheeks.

  After raining a ring of kisses around the pink circle crowned by Tommy’s needy, engorged bit of flesh, she slathered the area with her saliva. Tracing his nipple with the tip of her tongue, she drew the bud between her lips with a sucking sound. Ken’s caressed her opening, adding more lube at needed until the area became more pliable. She sighed as the discomfort dissipated, leaving arousal in its wake. As a third finger joined the dance, she sucked in a long breath.

  “You’re softening up back here.” Ken rubbed her back and ass with his free hand.

  “It...it feels good,” she admitted as the third finger achieved full entry. She wouldn’t have thought her pussy capable of clenching Tommy’s cock any snugger, but Ken’s fingers made the seal even tighter.

  “Still okay?” Ken asked.

  “It doesn’t hurt,” Trisha panted as she rocked back and forth between Tommy’s cock and Ken’s tactile intrusion.

  Ken slid all three digits out in one, slow, fluid motion. “Hold her open again.” Tommy raised an eyebrow and smirked but did as he was told, his fingertips pressing into her flesh as he gripped her rear, exposing her hole to the cool air.

  “I think I’m ready.” She rested her upper body against Tommy’s chest, the sultry heat between them seeming to meld them together.

  “Deep br
eath,” Ken warned. Trisha sucked a large gust of air in through her nose as his cock pushed against her ass. She panted as the ring of muscle contracted, allowing the tip’s entry. “Okay?”

  “Yes.” She bowed her back for him as much as possible. Ken plunged his shaft deeper, connecting the three of them. She whimpered but soon adjusted to the unfamiliar sensation. “We’re one now.”

  “That’s right,” Tommy’s voice vibrated by her ear while he ran his hands up and down her back and shoulders.

  While balancing with his knees straddling Tommy’s legs, Ken impaled her rear, finding unexplored territory. He settled his hands on her hips and asked for permission to thrust. Trisha nodded and grunted as she pushed back against Ken’s cock.

  Working together as efficiently as any well-calibrated hydraulics system, Tommy undulated his pelvis, driving his cock into her as Ken drew back. As Ken jabbed, Tommy pulled back for the rebound. Their expert timing complemented each other with perfection as they did in all things.

  Trisha basked in the oneness, her heart pounding out of control. She dug her fingernails into Tommy’s shoulders, resting her forehead on his chest and allowing her hair to hide her tear-streaked face.

  Tommy smelled of a musky mixture of lavender, citrus, and his own body chemistry. Caught up in the men’s slow, sweet, and deliberate movements, she panted and groaned. “Ah, ngh, mmm.”

  “Good?” Ken asked.

  “Yes.” Her voice had been muffled by a breathy pant. “So good!” She smiled, basking in the shared warmth as Tommy and Ken surrounded, covered, and entrapped her body. The manly scents swirling around her hung in her nostrils as their gentle thrusts rocked her toward blissful exhaustion. She turned her head to rest her cheek against Tommy’s shoulder as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, panting in time with the motion. The closeness paired with the sweltering heat and the comforting undulation struck her mind blank. Facts and rational thought blurred in favor of passion. Someone’s hands gripped her waist while another set rested on the fleshy globes of her ass. The skillfully performed tango continued within her, dancing her toward the edge of oblivion.

  Her climax neared as a hot, heaviness filled Trisha’s chest, and her stomach reacted as if a long thread attached to her orgasm had been gradually wound on a spindle until almost no slack remained—leaving her taut and ready to blow. As she quivered and quaked, her unprepared heart swelled. Love…I’m in love! The notion shocked her. She’d never experienced the mixture of bliss, exhilaration, comfort, and fear, but after having a taste, she’d have to learn the balance required to hold on loosely yet tight enough to form the glue bonding the three together. As her release teetered on the edge, she trembled. “I love you!”

  “Which?” Ken’s labored voice stuck in her ear as his sweat dripping down on her back.

  “There is only one right now. Three made one, and I love you.” Her body near exhaustion, she clenched her muscles, squeezing both men’s cocks as she shuddered, her frenzied culmination striking like a whirlwind.

  Tommy’s jaw tensed as he uttered, “Love you both,” before grunting and driving his shaft upward while gripping her hips, his fingertips compressing her flesh.

  “Me too.” Ken increased his speed, hammering into her for a few more strokes before groaning as he came. While huddled together, the three quaked in an orgasmic fusion. Simultaneously, Ken and Trisha collapsed atop Tommy, huffing and puffing. Still panting, Ken removed his spent cock from Trisha’s rear end before he crashed in a heap at the foot of the bed. Tommy seemed reluctant to remove his dick from inside of her, but she assumed his essence had been completely depleted as well. She closed her eyes, panting as she succumbed to exhaustion.

  Chapter Eight

  September 6, 1996, 8:45 a.m.

  DAYLIGHT roused Trisha from a dead slumber. She sat upright, raising her arms above her head, stretching with a yawn. She had to pee like nobody’s business, a task easier said than done while flanked by two hot guys who were fast asleep on the air mattress the three had apparently shared. Ken slept on his side, facing her with an arm around her waist while Tommy rested on his back, his fingers entwined with hers as he held her hand. With great care not to wake him, she freed her digits from his. She surveyed the area, looking for a way to wiggle past Ken and out from under the blanket without falling on her face.

  As Trisha began to squirm out of Ken’s grasp, she sucked in her tummy, turning sideways. She had nearly cleared his clutches when she heard his voice. “What’s wrong?”

  While meeting his gaze, she crinkled her nose. “I need to use the little girl’s room.”

  Ken’s entire body seemed to relax, including the tension on his face. “Okay... Good, I was afraid you were having buyer’s remorse.”

  She shook her head. “Never.” Ken slipped out from under the covers and helped her to her feet. He didn’t say as much but he was probably scared she would trip too. “Thanks.” She hoofed it to the bathroom. After taking care of business, she decided to tidy up her appearance and was surprised to find her body remarkably clean and fresh smelling. The boys must have cleaned her up before carrying her to into the den. After brushing her teeth with the toothbrush she kept at their place, she borrowed a hairbrush to banish her lingering bedhead as best she could.

  A quick flip of the switch by the door confirmed the lights were back in play. Yes! You’ve got to love hardworking municipal employees. After exiting into Tommy’s room, she cut through to the living room on her way to the kitchen. As much as she would have loved to gush about how wonderful she felt after such a magical evening, Trisha’s mouth and throat were so parched she might as well have eaten a live ferret. Her head pounded, and the soreness in her backside served as a reminder of her first experience with anal. She needed coffee immediately.

  She opened a cabinet and retrieved the clear, plastic container the boys used to store medicines. She fished out a bottle of extra strength aspirin and took two, washing the pills down with a half-full can of soda she found in the refrigerator.

  “Good morning!” Tommy sang out from behind her, his voice far too cheerful to match her mood. Trisha turned to find him stark naked.

  As he closed in for a good morning kiss, she put up a hand to block him. “Where are your pants?”

  He jerked his head to toss one side of his hair back before lifting his chin high and eyeing her, a smug smile dangling on his lips. He snorted. “Look who’s talking.” His line of vision made a pass down over her exposed skin.

  She looked away while laughing off the embarrassment. “I guess I’m a little underdressed myself.”

  Ken entered the kitchen, lifting both arms in the air, but bending one limb and grasping the elbow of the other as he stretched, showing off his lean, muscular torso. At some point, he’d taken a moment to pull on a pair of shorts. “Looks like we survived Fran.” He ran his hand through his dark locks, pushing them away from his face.

  “Oh yeah...there was a hurricane. I forgot all about that...” Trisha’s eyes widened. “Oh shit, my car!” She bolted for the door.

  Ken caught her around the waist before she could leave the kitchen. “Just where do you think you’re going butt naked?”

  “Oh...yeah.” She stopped in her tracks.

  Tommy patted her exposed ass. “Your shorts should be dry by now or you can wear a pair of my boxers with a T-shirt if you like. Come on.” He offered his elbow. Trisha rolled her eyes and shook her head but hooked her arm in his all the same.

  “You two go ahead. I’ll brew some coffee.” Ken headed toward the kitchen.

  Tommy led Trisha to his room and then she made her way over to plunder through his chest of drawers. She retrieved a pair of plaid, flannel boxers adorned with the initials of their alma mater. After she scooted the shorts up her legs and covered her bare fanny, she followed Tommy into the bathroom. While he brushed his teeth, she grabbed her white lace bra from its perch over the shower door. She slipped the undergarment on and fastened the hook bet
ween the meager cups before heading to Ken’s room to find another shirt to borrow. While making a sweep of his second dresser drawer, she happened upon Ken’s Cheesy the Dinosaur T-shirt—the result of saving the proof of purchase seals from a multitude of boxes of mac-and-cheese and $3.50 for shipping and handling. Trisha pulled the shirt over her head and slipped her arms through the holes.

  Tommy popped his head into the room. “I smell coffee!”

  She grinned as she turned to face him. “Me too and I damn sure need some. Shall we join the cowboy?”

  He laughed and nodded. “Might as well.” Trisha took the opportunity to wrap her arms around his waist. He cupped her cheek. As his pink lips pressed down against hers, his hands wandered over her butt, his fingertips scooting up the hem of her borrowed shorts.

  “Ahem.” Ken’s voice loomed disapprovingly from his bedroom doorway.

  Trisha blew him a kiss. “Care to join us?” Ken offered no verbal answer but slid up behind to sandwich her between him and Tommy before craning his neck and claiming his good-morning kiss. His tongue brushed her lower lip, begging for entrance, which Trisha happily granted. She had dreamed of Ken kissing her from the first day she laid eyes on his sexy lips. Tommy’s face closed in, his mouth connecting at the side of the union between Ken’s and Trisha’s tongues. Tilting their heads slightly, they welcomed Tommy into their oral embrace, tongues darting and dancing in all directions. “Mmm,” she moaned, breaking away for air. Trisha gawked as the kissing continued for a couple of seconds without her, a massive jolt of electrical current buzzing her clit.

  As the boys separated, Tommy grinned and Ken blushed. Ken piped up, “Wet but not so bad.”

  Trisha’s facial expression dropped, and she twisted her lips. “Gee thanks... I guess.”

  “Huh?” Ken released her and stepped back. Trisha spun to face him. As Tommy, moved in and latched onto her from behind, Ken stared blankly, squinting as if he were mulling things over. “Oh, shit! Hell no! Your wetness is awesome. I was talking about outside.” A snort breezed over Trisha’s shoulder. Tommy coughed as if attempting to hold back, but a low snicker followed. Once the flood gates opened, he cackled. Trisha pursed her lips, holding her breath, having a hard time not laughing with him. Ken rolled his eyes, scoffing. “You’re easily amused.”