Their Private Need

by Ella Goode

  Awareness flares in his eyes and he places both hands around my breasts and squeezes. I feel a corresponding contraction between my legs. He pushes the small mounds together and then leans over to drag his stubbled jaw along the top of them.

  “Michigan,” I breathe. I curl my hand around his neck and hold him in place. Over on the sofa, Easy has abandoned the car fixing show for the one that Michigan and I are putting on. One of his hands has dropped from the sofa’s back and is in his lap, squeezing his denim-covered erection.

  Michigan tugs down the coverings and under his intense gaze and the cool air and his sure touch, my nipples tighten into diamond-hard points.

  “There’re two pretty tits over here and I only got one mouth.”

  Easy laughs and pushes up from the sofa. “We can’t have our girl’s one tit feeling ignored.”

  I would laugh but the only sound that comes out of my mouth is a low moan when Michigan sucks my nipple into his mouth. The hot pressure brings as much tension as it does relief.

  “Move over, you fucking hog.”

  Without taking his mouth from my breast, Michigan climbs onto the bed and moves to the other side, leaving my other breast exposed. Easy isn’t in a hurry to join him. I’ve learned in our short time together that watching us can do as much for Easy as a touch. His greedy eyes drink in Michigan’s dark head bent over my chest and my hand threading through the short hairs of the buzz cut that Michigan sports. Easy’s hand is still on his erection, still squeezing. I whimper as if by expelling air, I can rid myself of the lust they’re building inside me.

  “Annie Bloom, I’m going to come all over your face one of these days.”

  “Yes.” Anything. I’d do anything with them or for them.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, I want that too.”

  I can’t speak more words because Michigan has begun to stroke my aching sex. I’m so hungry for this that it’s hard to believe that they both took me just a few hours ago. They’ve turned me into an insatiable mess.

  Easy undoes his jeans and takes out his penis. He rubs the tip of it on my nipple and a little liquid seeps from the tip and coats my breast.

  He nudges Michigan. “Look at this. Let’s mark her.”

  Michigan’s head rises as he releases my nipple with an audible pop. He stares at the milky fluid on my pale skin and groans.

  “You okay with that?”

  I love that they care enough to ask. That they won’t do a thing unless it’s something that turns me on. I raise my wrists to display the two leather cuffs I wear whenever we are together. One is Easy’s and the other is Michigan’s. They are claiming cuffs and as long as I wear them, I know that I belong to them and they belong to me.

  “I think these things say that I’m okay with everything you do with me.”

  “You’re fucking right they do,” Michigan growls. In swift movements, the two disrobe. Their clothes fly everywhere until they are as naked as I am.

  Their penises bob in the air, seeking me. Penis. Such an antiseptic word. Dick? No, what do they call it? Cocks, as in "I want to shove my cock inside you so hard you can feel it in your throat." That was the gravelly admission Michigan made last night in my ear as before he thrust inside. My skin tingles in memory and anticipation.

  "What're you thinking about?" Easy has a knowing smirk on his face and a perverse impulse pushes me to shock him.

  "Your cock," I say boldly. The word sounds right coming out of my mouth but I can't help the flush that rushes to my cheeks. It's the dirtiest thing I've ever said. Both of their lips curve up, even Michigan's, and I feel a flood of warmth that isn't sexual at all. Instead, I'm happy that I made Michigan smile. He does it so rarely which makes it all the more beautiful.

  "That a new word for you?" The rare laughter lurking behind his question prompts a smile of my own.

  "I learned it from you. I've learned lots of new things from you." I can hardly believe the saucy flirty tone coming out of my mouth.

  His eyes widen and nostrils flare which emboldens me even more. I get the idea that there’s nothing I could do that would be too outrageous for these two. My hand drifts down to the spot where Michigan had stopped, right above my mound.

  “Go on,” Michigan orders. “Touch yourself.”

  Slowly, tentatively, I slide my right hand through my curls, passing over my little clitoris to rub my fingers over my sex. The two men stand side by side next to the bed. One light-colored set of eyes and one dark set watch me intently. Their hands are on their cocks and the two members look hot and sexy. Full of deliciousness. My mouth waters.

  I want them to jerk and pull until their come streams out like a firehose, dousing me. I’d rub it into my skin until I was coated with their scent.

  “Your eyes are wild. Tell us what you’re thinking,” Easy commands.

  It’s hard to concentrate on his words. All I can focus on is his fist squeezing the red, almost purplish head and spreading the white milky fluid from tip to base. I lick my lips remembering what it’s like to have him inside my mouth.

  I shift to Michigan. He has one hand cupping his sac while the other is tugging hard on his cock. His fist nearly engulfs his member.

  “What’s going on in your head?” Easy asks again.

  “Everything. I want it all. I want you to come all over me. I want you both inside me again filling me until I’ll never feel empty again.”

  “Baby, we are going to paint you with our come. But you gotta do your part. Keep touching yourself. Spread yourself wide so we can see what you’re doing.”

  They each take a leg, rotating me around until my knees hang over the side of the bed. Easy shoves a pillow under my butt so that my sex is even more exposed.

  My mouth waters with the desire to taste both of them.

  “I want to suck one of you.”

  Easy shakes his head. “You can’t suck and watch us jack off at the same time. Choose one. Or I can fuck your mouth while you watch Michigan jerk it. Lots of choices.”

  So many choices, I don’t know what to pick.

  Easy sees my indecision.

  “We’ve got our whole lives to work out any and every fantasy. Choosing one now doesn’t mean we can’t try out some other option later.”

  “I want it all,” I say. “All of it. The sucking, the watching, the touching. All of it and at the same time.”

  “Our greedy girl.” Michigan’s voice is suffused with satisfaction. Being greedy is a positive in his book. I bask under his approval. “Good thing there’s two of us because you need it. You’ve been too long without.”

  Twenty-three years.

  I’m starving for affection and these two are showering it on me. My father has never been outwardly affectionate. He loves me in his own way. He’s taken care of me, even after Mom left us. But I’m just one of his flock and I’ve never felt special, not in the way that these two make me feel special. I’m their sole focus. Their laser-hot gazes are pinned on me and my every move. Their attention isn’t being pulled by dozens of parishioners needing counsel and prayer.

  But years of being one of many, of having to go without, makes me hesitant and choosy. It’s as if I’m standing in front of a glorious buffet and I have only one hour to choose from the many delights that are laid before me.

  Thankfully, Easy makes a decision for me. He takes my hand and places it directly over my sex.

  “Touch yourself and don’t take your eyes off of us.”

  As if I could.

  I do as he says. I slide my fingers over my sensitive lower lips and spread the wetness I find there in slow circles. As I caress myself, the two take their cocks in their hands and start to pull. Michigan is broader across the shoulders and an inch or two shorter than Easy but his cock is long and beautiful. It arches upward, curving slightly right before the tip. His hand leaves the dark purple head exposed with each long pull. Easy's cock is fatter and straight as an arrow. The head is red and angry streaks of blood color the
surface.

  "Stick those fingers inside you. I want to hear how juicy your pussy is."

  My fingers are too short to provide the kind of penetration and fullness that the two of them can deliver but there's something so sensuous and erotic about watching them touch themselves. It's a forbidden peek inside a private moment. Michigan's eyes are slits and a red flush rides high on his cheekbones. Other than that and his obvious erection, it's hard to know what he's feeling. Easy has a half smile on his face, as his motions are more extravagant. He thrusts into his hand in bigger, more obvious movements. He likes the pumping motion whereas Michigan is more of a tugger, working with economical movements. His hand does most of the work.

  It’s hard to concentrate on any one thing because I want. I want their hands on my body, my mouth swallowing them whole. I want them kissing me and biting me. I want to be marking them with my teeth and nails.

  I just want.

  My fingers are slick from my arousal and the sounds that Easy had commanded me to make are filling the air, joining their grunts and my soft moans.

  “Like what you see?” Easy asks. His face isn’t so peaceful now. The humor has fled and he’s harder now, more intense. The skin is drawn tight around his bones, making his prettiness look nearly as harsh as Michigan’s.

  “Yes, so much.”

  “Keeping watching. Keep touching yourself.”

  Their gazes are as potent as a touch and I feel myself tightening, a string pulling everything inward. My toes curl, my fingers clench and my back arches off the bed. A half sobbing wail releases from my mouth at the first hot splash of their come. Michigan’s hand is working furiously as is Easy’s as they squeeze and pump. Milky white fluids streams everywhere, on my neck, my breasts, into the well of my belly button. Some of it is on my chin and even my cheek.

  I don’t even know where it all goes, only that with each stream that falls onto my skin, I fall more deeply in love with them. My own orgasm explodes and my eyes close as I allow the sensations to engulf me.

  Between my legs I feel the hard-muscled shoulders of one of them and then a hot mouth and tongue covers my fingers. The tension starts anew. I flick my eyes open to see Michigan’s dark head bobbing between my legs. Easy’s hand falls on my chest and he begins to rub all the come from their bodies into my skin.

  Then he climbs onto the bed, placing his knees on either side of my shoulders.

  “Open up, baby,” he commands. He thrusts his still hard cock in my mouth and I suck him hard, trying to swallow every drop of semen he produces. Cool air hits my sex as Michigan’s mouth leaves me but I have no time to mourn the loss because his hips are between my legs in no time.

  Instinctively, I hook my ankles around his muscular butt and pull him closer. He spreads me with one hand, readying me, and with one thrust impales me on his shaft. Easy keeps thrusting in my mouth, his now thickening cock tickling the back of my throat. I open my mouth wider, relax my throat until he’s past the gag reflex and his wiry pubic curls are tickling my nose.

  Now I’m full. Now I’m complete.

  Michigan’s fingers bite into my hips as he jerks me against him. Deliberately, I contract my sex muscles and am rewarded instantly with a deeply satisfied male groan. His pace quickens and I hear the slap of his skin against mine as his thrusts become harder and wilder.

  I give myself over to the moment and luxuriate in the decadence of having two men devoted to nothing but pleasuring me over and over and over again. Pleasure seizes me, swallows me whole and my whole body is engulfed in ecstasy.

  They collapse next to me as I fade into unconsciousness once again.

  Chapter Twelve

  Easy

  Annie’s stomach wakes her up midafternoon. Our bags are packed and Michigan has made a food run twice while she’s slept. I worry that she might be too sore for a ride back home on one of our bikes.

  “Maybe we shouldn’t have taken her that last time.” My mouth is full of burrito but Michigan understands me. We’ve been together since we were eighteen and stupid new Marine recruits. Eleven years later and we’re still together, just not as stupid.

  Instead we were growing jaded and unhappy. Michigan and I wanted an unconventional life—to share one woman. It’s easy—no pun intended—to get a chick to fuck us one night or even several. But to have a relationship with us? Shit, those women didn’t exist. At least that’s what Michigan thought. He’d given up on finding the one.

  I’m not sure what he had planned on doing other than smoke himself into an early grave. Then Annie came along and Michigan’s eyes have some life to them and he hasn’t picked up a cancer stick since she put on those claiming cuffs. Fuck, I get hard every time I look at her wrists.

  “You want to rent a cage?”

  Driving a pickup or some other four-wheel vehicle is like riding in a cage when your preferred method of transportation is on the back of a low-riding, two-wheeled machine but I’d make that sacrifice if Annie needed it.

  “Let’s see how it goes. If she’s shifting like an antsy kid on the back of the bike, then we’ll stop and do a rental before we get past the city limits.”

  “Sounds like a plan.”

  Any further conversation is put on hold when Annie bolts upright in the bed. Her hair is bunched up into a messy nest. Probably from all the times I stuck my hands in it when I was fucking her mouth or her ass or her tight cunt. No doubt she’d look in the mirror and think it looks terrible, but I love it and a quick glance at Michigan’s admiring face tells me loves it too.

  But I know better than to suggest she leave it like that.

  “My goodness, why didn’t you wake me up?” She jumps out of bed and I lean back to watch the show as she roots around for clean clothes. Grabbing up a shopping bag, she runs to the bathroom, her pert, small breasts jiggling the whole way. Michigan releases a small chuckle when the door slams shut behind her. “I heard that,” she calls through the door.

  “You’re looking gorgeous, sweetheart,” he yells and flashes me a quick grin.

  Yup, Annie turned up right in time.

  We hear a screech as her eyes must have met the mirror, taking in what both Michigan and I think is sexy as fuck but she clearly does not.

  She wrenches open the door. “I hate you for not telling me I look like a nightmare.”

  “Baby, if that’s what nightmares look like, I’m going to watch scary movies every night.” I stretch my arms across the back of the sofa appreciating that she hasn’t noticed she’s naked yet. Or maybe we’ve fucked enough that she’s getting comfortable around us.

  She snorts and slams the door. Soon the sounds of the shower are running.

  Michigan’s grin falls away and he turns to me with a serious expression. “How are we going to play this back home? We can’t keep making up a bunch of stories to cover her absence and I don’t want to go home every night and not have her in bed with us.”

  I rub my chin. “I’ve been thinking about it. The best thing is to move her in with us but I’m not sure she’s ready for that.”

  “Yeah, don’t fucking bring that up yet. I don’t want her running away.” He’s worried and the truth is I am too. We don’t know much about Annie other than she’s lived with her old man all her life. He’s a preacher and Annie was a virgin when she came to us so he’s probably been pretty strict with her.

  “What about her mom? Has she said much to you about her?”

  “Nope.” He shakes his head. “Only that the mom left when Annie was young. Annie sounds real grateful whenever she talks about her old man—how he didn’t leave her too and allowed her to come back and live with him when she couldn’t get hired on anywhere else after high school.”

  “You don’t think that’s weird?”

  “What?”

  “All of it. That she’s grateful her fucking father didn’t leave her. That she couldn’t get a job, even at a grocery store or something, and had to go back home?”

  He’s quiet, thinking about i
t, and then frowns. “You think he had something to do with her not getting a job?”

  “Annie’s smart and nice. I can’t see her getting turned down from an entry level job somewhere.”

  “So her old man is a controlling bastard who probably drove his wife away and has made his daughter think that she should be grateful that he’s doing his parental duty.”

  “About sums it up for me.”

  The shower shuts off and I jerk my head at the bathroom door. Michigan nods. This is a conversation Annie doesn’t appear ready to have yet but we will need to talk to her about how we work out the dating thing.

  “It should be you,” Michigan says.

  “Why me? I haven’t fucking dated a chick since high school.” My courting techniques are pretty rusty. I haven’t met a father or had to sweet-talk him into letting me into his daughter’s bedroom since forever.

  “Because you’re from Fortune. You’ve got three generations in that town and a shit ton more respectability than me.”

  “We wear the same colors.” I point to our leather cuts hanging over the back of two chairs that proclaim us to be Death Lords enforcers. We aren’t just members in a motorcycle club; we’re officers, my generations of living in Fortune notwithstanding.

  “You got to admit that her old man is going to think you’re a better catch than me.”

  “I don’t got to admit shit. I’m a former Marine, so are you. I’m an enforcer with the club, so are you. I work at Mallory’s Manufacturing delivering shit and so do you. So don’t come at with me with the you’re more respectable than me bullshit.”

  He sighs in frustration and runs his hands over his head. “Look, I don’t want to date her either. I just want—”

  In our stupid fucking ignorance, we failed to notice that the door to the bathroom door had opened. Annie stood there, hurt all over her face, looking like she either wants to cry or punch us. Please, punch us. Tears from her would render me completely incapacitated.