TogetherinCyn

by Jennifer Kacey

  It spoke volumes that he hadn’t mentioned this when he was buried balls-deep inside me earlier. They knew I’d never slept with any guy without a condom. I was a take-no-chances kind of girl since my mom had gotten pregnant when she was seventeen. I had one too many beers one night and told them a heck of a lot of things I wished they’d forget.

  “After my last boyfriend, I got tested, you know,” I shrugged, “to make sure, and I haven’t been with anyone else. Weren’t you the one who told me not too long ago that having sex with a condom was like fucking with your pants on?”

  His mouth twitched as if he were about to smile but his lips remained straight. “Yes, but for you we’ll do what you need us to, to feel comfortable and trust us.”

  Emotion clogged my throat and I had to clear it before I could answer. “I want to feel you, C. Both of you. Bare. No condoms. But what about…”

  He waited silently for me to find the right question to ask.

  “I want to be with both of you. You obviously get that but at the club—am I going to be taken by strangers? I feel stupid asking but I’m…yeah…nervous.”

  Understatement of the damn year.

  “We have an extremely strict no-STD policy at the club. New members have to prove they are STD free before they can join. Everyone has to be retested at least every three months to remain in good standing. If Jared and I feel that bringing someone else in would benefit you then we’ll do that, but it depends on you. Answer your question?

  Not at all. “I guess.”

  I had so much more to say but he laid his mouth on mine. I sighed as he stroked his tongue inside. He scooted me lower until my head rested on the pillow and Jared called from the front.

  “Come on, C. Stop making out with Cyn and getcha ass out here. Jenna’s already texted saying, and I quote, ‘Put your dick in your pants and move it’. So let’s go.”

  Chris kissed me one more time, ran his nose along my jaw line and then stood. “In around twelve hours, you’re going to be in my playground. I can’t wait to show you what you’ve been missing.”

  He sauntered to the bathroom and hit the switch on the wall, throwing light out the open door. His shoulders flexed in a way I’d never seen before. Long-healed scars crisscrossed his back.

  “Chris?”

  “Uh huh?” he asked, walking away.

  My mouth stuttered along with my brain with what to ask. “I’ll miss you,” was the first thing that came to mind and once it passed my lips I knew how true those three simple words were.

  “Miss you too. Sleep. We’ll lock up on the way out.”

  He strode from the room much like his brother had and I heard him walk across the hall and down the stairs. The third step groaned as his weight hit it and I smiled, wondering how I’d missed them as they hit that stair on their way up.

  Chris closed and locked the front door and after a few minutes they pulled out of the driveway. I sank into the pillows and snuggled deeper under covers that still smelled like us.

  “Guess I’m not the only one with secrets.”

  Chapter Three

  An odd noise, kind of like a drawer closing, woke me later that day. I stretched in bed and gave myself a mental fist pump for the night before.

  My hand crinkled on an envelope placed on the pillow beside me. I grabbed it, flipped on the lamp and blinked to clear the lingering sleep from my eyes. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept so well.

  I extracted two pieces of paper. A map with printed directions to the club was on top, along with a note written in Jared’s haphazard penmanship.

  Jackson will direct you to the garage, then go to the door marked Private. Knock at seven o’clock. Don’t forget your card and an overnight bag. Leave the extra stuff in the trunk of your car. Everything else will be taken care of for you after you arrive. We’ll be waiting.

  That was it.

  Not much of a clue about what I was walking into. Who would be there? What would they do with me…to me?

  The possibilities were endless and all those questions I’d thought of last night dug at my frontal cortex.

  Nerves ate me but for once in my life I was not going to run and hide. My inner goddess was already applying her slut-red lipstick and tucking her feet into four-inch, please-fuck-me-now heels.

  Gleefully, I kicked the covers off and practically skipped over to window. If the guys were home, I was gonna jump in a quick shower and then pop over to see them.

  I peeked beyond the curtain and found Jared’s truck parked in their driveway. Giddiness invaded my system. I had it so bad for those two.

  I raced to the bathroom. My hand froze on the doorknob, my heart pounding. The muffled noise of someone moving came from the other side of the door. My heart stopped altogether when I caught sight of the note taped at my eye level.

  Knock twice. Face away from the door. Hands clasped behind you. Eyes closed. Welcome to your shower fantasy. Master J.

  Blood rushed to my head and my pussy creamed. That’s all it took for me to be ready for him.

  My Master.

  Without taking time to analyze…anything, I rapped my knuckles sharply on the door twice in quick succession and followed the rest of his instructions.

  The sound of the shower turning on erupted behind me. Jared opened the door and I shivered.

  “I couldn’t wait until tonight.” The dark cadence of his voice heightened my arousal and his confession lightened my soul. He wrapped something over my eyes and tied it behind my head.

  “I’m glad.” Two simple words but they spoke volumes.

  He latched on to my wrists and my throat and towed me into the bathroom, kicking the door closed behind me. His hot cock throbbed against me and he drove it into my tight fists. “Jack me off. Show me how much you missed me.”

  My mouth watered as I squeezed from root to tip. He pumped into my fists. The awkward position of my hands, and the darkness, amped up the awareness of my other senses. The steam clung to my skin as it filled the small space. My nipples sucked into tight beads, aching for his attention.

  Every swirl of my thumb over the crest of his dick increased the pressure he put on my throat. After only a few passes, he wrenched his cock free and lifted me into the shower.

  The glass door rattled shut behind him. He shoved me tits-first against the wall. My hot nipples slid along the cold tile, shooting sensation straight to my clit.

  Water cascaded along my right side, warming me as he kicked my legs wide. The tip of his cock kissed the folds of my sex and lodged at the opening. His scent surrounded me. He was my only anchor in the darkness.

  He went still.

  Tension filled the space around us…

  He tunneled through the tight muscles of my cunt, thrusting to the hilt in one stroke.

  “Who does this pussy belong to?” He grabbed my wrists, held them together high on the wall and circled my waist with his other arm.

  “Yours, Master J. Always.” Saying it out loud ripped me wide open.

  He nipped at the lobe of my ear until I jerked from the pain. “I’m here to make up for some of the time we’ve lost dicking around, walking on eggshells about our needs.”

  His hand snaked up to squeeze my tits, yanking me faster onto his thick pole. He hammered into my core until I stood on tiptoes.

  He was everywhere, permeating each thought and sensation. He invaded every part of me I’d kept locked away. Sex before had been about getting off. This was…something else entirely. I couldn’t hide from him and it scared me.

  He shoved his cock in deep and picked me up, facing us toward the showerhead. The water sluiced past my breasts, racing along my flesh to the drain. “Grab on to the back of my neck for balance. You’re gonna need it.”

  Something in his voice made me nervous but I held on tight as he placed my feet on the little shelves in the corners, about a foot off the floor. When he had me positioned to his liking, he separated my pussy lips with his free hand.

  H
e powered into my cunt again and leaned back until the cascade of water pounded onto my exposed clit.

  “Fuck…” bounced off the walls. I used leverage to ride his dick and the water at the same time. White lights flashed behind my eyelids. My orgasm detonated through the nerves in my body.

  It was too much. It wasn’t enough.

  I clawed at his neck and shrieked as he rubbed my clit.

  Steadily, he pumped inside, whispering in my ear, “Every morning, I want you locked on me tight, coming until you can’t remember a time before Chris and me. God, the things I want to do to you.”

  He slowed his thrusts and hauled his stiff cock free from my clenching sex. The loss devastated me. He propped me up against the shower wall to face him.

  He removed the blindfold and I blinked up at him.

  “You didn’t come.” Without permission, I reached for his hard-on but he stopped me.

  “Not yet. But I’m not done with you either.” He grabbed my sponge and added bodywash. He soaped my skin, paying particular attention to my chest and between my legs. His attention fed my soul. What he did was sexy but it wasn’t meant to be sexual and with him I knew the difference.

  By the time he was done washing and drying me off, I wanted to attack him. His cock made my mouth water. It still stood erect next to his belly. I wanted to pleasure him like he did for me in the shower.

  “Come in here,” he said, taking two things from a drawer.

  He grabbed a pillow and set it at the edge of the bed. He tried hiding the extra items—a butt plug and lube—underneath.

  I made a break for the door, frightened since I wanted to stay. He tossed me on the bed with a chuckle. My ass hit the pillow and Jared rolled me until my knees were bent and my thighs open, exposing my tingly parts. I couldn’t slither away. The desire in his eyes tore me apart. He wanted this, which made me want it more.

  “Not so fast, naughty girl.” He licked and sucked at my pussy then rimmed my asshole. Some of the fight drained from my limbs. “Chris and I are well-endowed. You’re gonna need some help here. Hold your legs open.”

  “And if I say no?” My defiance didn’t faze him. So I relaxed. This couldn’t have been easier to get out of—

  He threw me over onto my stomach, my thighs together, ass in the air, and plunged into my core, driving me into the mattress. “Don’t forget who I am. I was going to be nice about this but if you want to get mouthy, we can do it my way.”

  He released my hair, slipped free from my soaked cunt and dug under the pillow. I clutched at the sheets, trying not to panic. He flipped open the cap on the little bottle, shocking me when he poured some on my ass.

  “Fuck off,” skidded out of my mouth and Jared swatted my butt. He stuffed two digits deep inside, past the ultrasensitive ring of muscles. My pussy clenched and my ass milked him.

  “Interesting words coming from someone who’s about to come again.”

  I didn’t want to like it. He made me like it, crave it. My arousal simmered around him and Chris every day but manhandling me threw all the rules away. He controlled me. All my reactions were his to command even when I didn’t want to like it. The anticipation alone was better than any other sexual experience I’d had prior to him and Chris. I teetered on the edge of another orgasm. My cheeks flamed and I hid in my hair.

  He replaced his invading touch with the tip of the plug. I bit my lip and buried my nose in the comforter. I wanted this, ached for it, but what would he think if I came?

  He slapped my ass. “Don’t stifle your reaction to me. To what I’m doing to you.” He pushed the plug farther in until I yelped. “You’re not going to hide from me, blondie. I won’t stand for it.”

  I moaned as he filled my ass with the toy, unable to stifle my pleasure any longer. He gained depth on each thrust. “Master J, please… I’m going to come. I can’t stop—”

  “Not until I give you permission. This is my pussy. My ass. You no longer have control over them.” To prove his point, he shoved the plug in, forcing the muscles of my rear channel to separate. They collapsed around the wider middle beneath the base.

  He flipped me over, flung my legs wide and climbed on top. He shifted me higher on the mattress. He kicked the pillow and lube off, working his shaft into my tight sheath. His moan of pleasure sounded far away. He clutched me to him, slamming his mouth down on mine. I clawed at his shoulders and squeezed my thighs along his shuttling hips. He started to shake.

  He arched, stiffened and shouted, burrowing into my tight sex. “Fucking hell—”

  He detonated, filling my pussy with his cum. Each twitch of his shaft forced free a whimper. I almost begged for relief.

  The plea died on my tongue. He slid free and yanked me to the edge of the bed. He shoved my knees together, squishing my breasts, and growled, “Hold them.”

  I hugged them tight to my abdomen. He sank to his knees and I squeezed my eyes shut.

  “You’ve got thirty seconds to come or you’ll wait until tonight.” He rotated the plug, throwing me one step closer to orgasm. He trapped my clit between his teeth, tongued it and I flew into a million pieces.

  “I’m coming, Sir! I’m coming—” My voice broke and a high-pitched wail trapped inside me broke free.

  He filled my drenched cunt and my ass sucked the plug in again.

  I floated in the eye of the storm where nothing could hurt me. He protected me, cherishing me so I could fly free of the bonds that had always caged me. I wanted more. I wanted everything.

  I rode his mouth to the very end, his lips and tongue coaxing my release a step higher until it plateaued just shy of heaven’s pearly gates. He slipped in and out of my pussy, playing me like the final notes of a symphony. He licked my clit several times and I gasped when he removed his fingers.

  He tugged my fists from his hair, allowing me to fall limp across the bed. I don’t remember having grabbed his head to hold it in place. Whatever punishment it earned would be well worth it.

  He stood and jacked his still-stiff prick. “Lick your pussy juice off and remember I own every drop of it.”

  I struggled onto my side, still reeling at how loving him was like food and water. I needed him and Chris to survive. He grabbed a handful of my hair and hauled me closer to his shaft.

  “Yes, Master J.” I devoured his cock. Tasting, sucking, biting, kissing every inch of him. My ass clenched on the plug, triggering another mini-explosion deep in my womb.

  Sex wasn’t sex with them. They grounded me so I couldn’t escape my desires. They wouldn’t let me shy away and for the first time I wanted to be strong enough.

  I bathed his cock in attention until he took it away, replacing it with his tongue. He kissed me until I wanted to start all over again. He finally let go and I collapsed onto the mattress. My ass clenched on the plug. Shards of pleasure curled my toes.

  “When I die… Yeah, that’s the way I want to go.”

  “You do scream like a banshee. I knew you were holding back with your battery-operated boyfriend.”

  Jared walked into the bathroom, humming. I guess I didn’t have to ask if he was pleased with himself.

  I shivered at the scratch marks on his shoulders and neck. Water ran for a minute then he came to bed carrying a washcloth. He wiped the wetness from my thighs and licked my slit one last time. He savored my cunt and it creamed for him again.

  “Your pussy’s addictive.”

  What do you say to something like that? I let my blush speak for itself.

  I couldn’t help but stare as he pulled jeans up his powerful legs. The way his abs flexed, pulling on his shirt, should have come with a warning label.

  “Who knew writing fantasies about the two of you would lead to…this? Showers that make me feel deliciously dirty afterward.”

  “Not exactly what you had written.” He grabbed his shoes by the door, which I had totally missed when I first woke up, and sat next to me to put them on.

  I barked out a laugh, which jolted the plug
and I groaned at the reminder. “Better, Jared, it was better.”

  He stood up then dropped down on top of me, straddling my body in the process. Caging me in. His laughter worked its way into my soul as he bounced us. I stroked his back as he continued to bounce. My giggle soon joined his. He was so playful. Jovial, fun-loving, much more so than Chris, but something struck me as odd and I’d noticed it last night too. Jared was the harder lover. He pushed. Wouldn’t take no for an answer. I hadn’t seen that coming.

  It was only one night to base thing on but I’d be thinking about it tonight.

  “Think of me.” He kissed me, slipped his tongue inside and explored my mouth. I cupped his cheek and held him to me.

  “Chris isn’t going to be mad about this, right? I mean, he kind of said it was okay last night but we haven’t actually talked about rules or anything.”

  “Having time alone with you is important for both of us and we don’t have to have all the answers either. Let’s see how things go.”

  A smile curved my lips. “Any hints you want to give me for tonight? Pretty please?” I grabbed handfuls of his t-shirt and urged him closer. I nipped at his bottom lip, sucked it inside and tasted a hint of my pussy juice too.

  He surged against my mound, driving his semi-hard cock into my clit. By the time we came up for air, he was dry-humping me and I was more than ready for round two—or three, whichever we were on.

  “No hints needed. It’s all there.” He motioned at the nightstand where my diary still sat out. “You just don’t know which page.” Something hot and naughty flashed behind his grin. He shoved the ridge of his dick against my pussy again.

  “You’re gonna have a wet spot on your jeans if you don’t stop.”

  He licked the side of my neck before he whispered, “I should be so lucky.” One last kiss and he stood up, trailed his hand along the inside of my thigh, all the way to my toes, and made his way to the door. “Leave the plug in until we tell you otherwise. Be good.”

  Then he was gone, leaving behind a whole lot more than his scent.