by Ellie Rowe
It’s not that I don’t miss him sometimes, how could I not. It’s just that I don’t believe that the person that I knew is still there. Peter has turned into a whole different man since then, and not for the better.
I have no desire to ever be involved with him again. So the fact that we are both involved with Becky at the same time is just about the most annoying thing that could happen in my life right now. And because of that, I also have no desire to let him win this.
Eleven
Peter
“What the fuck is Darian doing here?” are the first words out of my mouth. Because, seriously, what the fuck is Darian doing here?
“I could ask you the same question,” Darian snaps back.
“How about you answer me first.”
“I was here first, so how about you answer me. Or, better yet, turn your ass around and leave.”
I could hit this motherfucker.
“Come in, why don’t you?” Becky says.
That’s when I realize I’m still standing in the doorway. The neighbors up and down the hall can probably hear me. I step in, chagrined.
“Huh. Brave choice,” Darian scoffs at me.
“Alright, look,” I say, bringing my tone down a bit. “Let’s discuss this like rational human beings.”
“Wouldn’t you need to be both rational and a human being for that to work?”
“Look who’s talking.”
“Peter, would you like something to drink?” Beck asks, obviously trying to get us to cool it a little.
“The strongest thing you have,” I tell her.
She looks at Darian.
“Anything he can handle is good for me,” Darian says.
“That’s an interesting way of putting things,” I tell him. “You love to handle what I have, don’t you?”
“Now that sounds intriguing,” Becky says, pausing in heading to get us some alcohol. Her eyes dart from one of us to the other. “Wait a second. How far back do the two of you go?”
“Too far,” Darian snarls.
“Something we can agree on,” I snarl back.
“OK. I think I’m definitely having a drink, too,” Becky says as she turns and leaves the room.
With her gone, the tension in the room seems to come down just a notch. I rub my eyes with my thumb and forefinger and try to think.
“Just like old times, huh,” Darian says, settling into a chair. The dude is actually smiling at me.
“Are you seriously enjoying this?” I ask him.
“I try to enjoy everything. Life is life, right? Like, it’s all meant to be savored. Even the bad shit. You savor that and it makes the good shit even better when it comes to savoring it.”
“You’re a real fucking philosopher.”
“You can’t appreciate the irony of this situation?”
“No. No more than I appreciated the irony the first time around.”
His smile turns into a tight-lipped frown. Good. Seeing him smile like that, it… well, fuck that smile.
There’s nothing good about rehashing the past, I think. No fucking good will come of it. Just focus on the present.
That means focusing on Becky. I’m ready to sacrifice nearly everything for her. There’s no way a shallow fuck like Darian could possibly make a similar choice. He needs to see that. Becky needs to see that.
Then she’s mine and damn the consequences. As long as I have her, there’ll be plenty of good to savor amidst the shit, to take a page from Darian’s perspective.
Oh, wait, fuck Darian’s perspective.
“Let’s get down to business, here,” I say, settling in a chair of my own.
“Ooh, let’s,” Darian says.
Is there a hint of something in that? Something almost… No. I’m reading into things.
I ignore the tone in his voice. I press on.
“It’s very simple, Peter,” I say. “Becky is mine.”
“Interesting. Like the strip club property is yours?”
“It’s going to be.”
“But it isn’t yet.”
“That’s just a technicality.”
“A lot of things turn on technicalities.”
“Becky is mine,” I repeat, emphatically.
“Yeah. No can do, bro,” he says. That fucking grin is back. “Besides, I’m sure you don’t want tainted goods.”
“Excuse me?” I think I know what he means. But I need to hear it from him. Even though, really, I don’t want to hear it.
I guess I need to hear it. So he tells me.
“Thing is…” He runs his thumb over his lips and leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees. He’s building the drama of it, the fucker. He tells me the next thing in a sort of loud whisper, like a stage whisper. More fucking drama.
“Thing is,” he repeats in that fake whisper, “I fucked her already.”
My stomach drops a little. It takes me a second to find my voice.
“When?”
“Oh, just the other night at the Real Estate Gala.” He sits back, the grin turning into a smile. He looks triumphant.
Except now it’s my turn, motherfucker.
“That is interesting,” I say, mirroring his phony dramatic tones. “But you see, it turns out that you’re the one who had tainted goods.”
“What do you mean.” His smile freezes on his face. That’s heaven to me.
“I mean,” I say, putting a little bit of pity into my tone, “that I fucked her the morning after you and I both met her.”
I watch Darian process that for a moment. Then, he shrugs.
“Yeah,” he says, “but I think I have you beat anyway.”
“Oh?”
“See, I was everywhere. The pink. The stink.”
“So was I.”
Peter sees we’re at a stalemate. At least he’s not being so fucking smug anymore, the prick. What he says next kind of kills any sense of my triumph, though.
“It really is just like before, huh?”
Why is he bringing that up? How can he be right? How can this be happening again?
“What was before like?” It’s Becky. She’s back, somehow balancing three rocks glasses in her hands. She’s been generous in the pours of the whiskey. I can smell the tangy scent of them from where I’m sitting.
“It doesn’t matter,” Darian and I tell her at exactly the same time. Which is super fucking annoying.
Becky shrugs and hands us each a drink. “Bottoms up,” she says. I think about her bottom being up for Darian and the bitterness of the thought makes me take a pretty hefty sip. I immediately feel it go to my head.
“Becky’s mine,” I state emphatically once again. “There’s just no argument to be made.”
“You keep saying she’s yours not mine,” Peter rejoinders. I note he’s taken a pretty big sip, too. “But I really can’t get with that thinking.”
“You’re wasting your fucking time, Peter.”
“I think you’ll find that you’re wasting your time, Darian.”
“This is really getting good,” Becky chimes in. I can see that she’s merely sipping her drink. This must be great entertainment for her.
Except Darian and I aren’t going to get anywhere like this. We didn’t the last time. We won’t now. But we’re not kids. This can be solved rationally.
In fact, Becky can be the one to solve it.
“You have to weigh in here,” I tell her.
“Excuse me.”
“I hate to admit it,” Darian says, “but the fucker is right. You’re the one we’re fighting over. And it’s an equal match. So you need to break the stalemate, as it were.”
“My, what a lovely place to be stuck in. Kind of like I’m between a hard place and… another hard place.”
She’s not wrong. I realize that the heat of the argument has sparked an erection between my legs. I wonder if Darian’s having the same reaction? I don’t dare look, though.
“So, choose,” I tell her. “Darian or me?”
> “No.”
“No what.”
“No, I’m not going to choose.”
“You’re throwing us both out?” Darian asks.
“Who said that? What I’m saying is that I choose both of you.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Darian scoffs. I agree.
“That’s the offer on the table, fellas,” she says. She now drains her glass. Then she looks at us each in turn. “Take it or leave it.”
I glance at Peter. I can see what he’s thinking from the look in her eyes.
We’re taking it.
Twelve
Becky
I look at both of my boys. My entire body is brimming with excitement because I know damn well that neither of these men are walking away from me. I can see it in their eyes- in the way that they glance at each other before returning their eyes to me. And most importantly, in the two very hard cocks before me.
I want them both, more than anything right now.
Peter gets up and stands in front of me, reaching down and taking my face into his hands. He looks into my eyes and then pulls my face up to him for a kiss. My entire body is electric when our lips touch.
I pull away from him for a second to glance over at Darian, who is still seated and watching us with a mixture of amusement and jealousy. A fire burns inside of me at the look on his face.
I wave him over, lifting up Peter’s shirt as I wait for him to reach me. I’m beginning to kiss Peter’s abs when I feel Darian’s hands slowly move around my waist and lift up my shirt. A shiver runs down my spine at his touch.
I turn to face him. Peter unhooks my bra from behind me, slowly trailing his hands from my back and around to my breasts. He takes them into his hands as I rip off Darian’s shirt.
Darian’s lips touch mine at the same moment that Peter begins rubbing both of my nipples in between his fingers. I gasp against Darian’s mouth, followed by a slow moan of enjoyment. These two men are going to give me a run for my money.
My kiss with Darian becomes more and more urgent, as Peter twists my nipples harder and harder. Suddenly Peter stops, and my nipples miss his touch. He rolls my leggings down, and then carefully removes my panties, while my make out sesh with Darian continues.
Peter gets down on his knees behind me, taking my ass in his hands. He trails kisses down my ass until his kisses land in between my legs, before burying his face into my pussy. I gasp and fall into Darian’s arms as Peter goes at me.
He trails kisses down my neck as I moan into him, letting myself feel all the sensations that are happening right now. I cling to Darian as an orgasm begins rising through me, and my lips find their way back to his again.
Turns out having an orgasm given to me by another man while another one holds me and guides me through it is one of the most exhilarating feelings a woman can experience. And this is only the beginning.
Without skipping a beat, Peter pushes me forward, and I wrap my arms around Darian’s waist. Both of them shed their pants at the same time, preparing to enter me from both ends.
I begin sucking on Darian’s balls, before taking him into my mouth, inch by inch. Peter enters me, slowly filling me up until his balls smack against my clit. I moan against Darian’s member.
As Peter fucks me, Darian’s cock slams into my throat over and over again. Peter quickens his pace, and as we all moan together, I know I’ve chosen the right men to do something like this with. They both know exactly how to fuck me, and they actually care about my pleasure as much as they do about their own.
Peter reaches the start of his orgasm before any of us, he grabs a hold of my hips and begins slamming me into him even harder, which of course causes my mouth's grip on Darian’s cock to speed up as well. Almost like a chain reaction, my orgasm starts seconds later, and then Darian’s.
The three of us cum together, each of us clinging to each other. We collapse back on the couch, catching our breath for a moment. But I’m ready for more. I need more.
Standing up, I take one of Peter’s hands, and one of Darian’s. I lead them to the bedroom, push Darian onto the bed, and climb on top of him. Darian is sexy, with shoulders broader than should even be possible, and biceps that look tender enough to take a bite out of. He’s my dream guy. And so is Peter.
As I straddle Darian, I press my palms into those aforementioned biceps. I slowly lower myself onto his cock and waste no time finding my rhythm. My body welcomes him back, having missed the way he felt the last time.
I look over to Peter, who is stroking his cock and staring hungrily at my body with a very jealous look in his eyes. I grin.
“Do you like watching me fuck another guy baby?” I purr at him.
I speed up, riding Darian faster, and Peter speeds up his stroking. He likes this. I can tell this is turning him on more than he’d like to admit, so I turn it up a notch.
“Oh Darian, oh baby your cock is so good! Ohh fuck yes!” I scream.
Darian and I are getting close. Our moans are so loud I can’t tell which are his and which are mine. The whole time my eyes are locked on Peter’s. I play with my tits for him, massage my clit, everything that I know will be irresistible to him.
I catch him looking down at Darian when he thinks I’m not looking, which turns me on even more. These two might be “enemies” but there’s definitely more to it than meets the eye. The sexual tension between them is unreal.
Peter’s face changes, and I know he’s about to cum. His mouth drops wide open and his eyebrows twitch. But it’s not me he looks at as he starts to cum. It’s Darian.
That alone is enough to get me off. I ride him faster, and he slams up into me at the same time. Darian and I cum, our paces slowing as we ride each wave together. I lose myself completely in this one.
Once it’s over, I fall into bed next to Darian, who seems to have recovered much quicker than I. He disappears for a second and pops back up in between my legs.
He begins kissing each of my thighs, giving it a little nibble. I find myself giggling, until he lightly touches his tongue onto my clit, and I gasp out loud. He licks me slowly, maintaining eye contact the whole time. Then he starts flicking his tongue across my clit, in a speed that impresses even me.
Peter scoots over towards me, taking my breast into his hand before he starts sucking on my nipple. He starts off swirling his tongue around on my nipple and quickly flicking it, almost in the same pattern that Darian is going after my clit with.
Then he starts nibbling, rubbing my nipple back and forth between his front teeth.
“Harder,” I whisper to him.
He obeys me like I knew he would.
I’m in heaven as the two of them give me everything I’ve ever dreamed of. Men that actually know how to give a woman pleasure with more than just their dicks, are way hotter than those who don’t. And here I am, lucky enough to have two that do.
When I hit my fourth orgasm of the night, I’m pretty much barely on the same planet as them. I snuggle up in between the two of them, ready to pass out. But before I do, I take a moment to look at both Peter and Darian.
Both are already fast asleep, small smiles on their faces. And both have a leg draped across me, intertwined together. It won’t be long before they’re forced to acknowledge what’s going on between the two of them. And now I’m ready to fall asleep with a smile on my face too.
Thirteen
Darian
The sun has set behind the buildings when I open my eyes. All three of us are still somehow crammed into Becky’s bed. It’s almost a more impressive feat than the banging we just had.
Almost.
I’ve still got a hard-on. It’s pressed up against someone’s sleeping thigh. I press it a little against that bare flesh as I stretch myself out.
Hard to believe I’m still capable of spouting wood, given the epic fuck session we just had. It was some porno-level activity. AVN award-worthy fucking, for sure.
I try to recall as much of it as possible. Which is a lot. Hell, le
t’s be honest, I was storing some of that shit in case I need it for future alone time.
Speaking of alone time, I could use a little of that right now to get some thoughts sorted.
I slip out of bed, being careful not to wake anyone. I sort through the jumble of clothes and grab what I’m pretty sure is my, not Peter’s underwear. I carry all my clothes in a big bundle out into the living room.
There, I get dressed. The better to not wake anyone. With any luck, I can just slip out of here, unnoticed. Not that we’ve settled the issue with Becky. I mean, things can’t go on forever with the three of us like that, can it?
On the other hand… would that be so bad?
I pop into the bathroom for a piss and to freshen up. Splash some water on my face. When I come out, Darian is sitting in the living room. He’s only wearing his boxers. The fly is a little bit open, giving me a glimpse of his cock that not so long ago I was getting a complete eyeful of.
Shaking my head to wipe those thoughts away, I set my jaw and stare at him.
“That was… something,” he says quietly.
“Guess so.”
“You didn’t think it was pretty epic?” I hate that he’s using the same word to describe that hump sesh as I did.
“It was pretty OK.”
“The way you came makes me think you thought it was more than ‘pretty OK’.”
“Not like it was my first rodeo or anything.”
“Oh, that I know.”
Where the fuck is Peter going with this? I wonder. We should make the situation clear to one another. Not that I’m necessarily clear on what the situation is. Or what it should be. So I decide to test the waters with the safest thing I can think of.
“What happened doesn’t make us fucking friends or anything,” I tell him.
“Oh, I know that.”
“Good. I mean, it doesn’t even make me like you. You’re still a fucking prick.”
“And I still fucking dislike you, you goddamn asshole. That’s for damn sure.”