by Terry Towers
She looked at the garage door and then back at her steering wheel. Running away wasn’t the answer, it was a cowardly thing to do.
But what if they hurt me? The question came to the forefront of her mind. Being hurt by Ethan was one thing, but both of them? It would be devastating. It was easier to run.
But she didn’t want to leave them. And it appeared she wasn’t going anywhere anyhow. She opened the car door and as she was sliding out from under the steering wheel she noticed Trey’s bike in some stage of being fixed. He’d been tinkering in the garage all afternoon.
Closing the car door she clucked her tongue off of the roof of her mouth. The car had been working fine until this afternoon.
Dirty buggers!
Now she knew why they hadn’t run after her. They knew she couldn’t get anywhere. Instead of being angry she smiled, giving her head a shake in disbelief. Heading back into the house she didn’t have to go far to find them. They were both sitting in the living room watching some action movie.
She stood in the entryway of the living room, her hands planted on her hips, looking from one guy to the other and back again. “Who messed with my car?”
Trey was the first to turn and greet her with a smile. “Something wrong with your car?” He was a lousy liar. Absolutely horrible.
“Yeah. Doesn’t work.”
“Maybe you ran out of gas?” Ethan offered, turning as well and also giving her a smile.
“I don’t think so.”
“Humm. That’s weird.” Trey’s grin widened as he looked over at Ethan and they shared a look. “Guess you’ll have to come on in and keep talking to us until this is worked out.”
She cocked a brow up at him and fought to keep a smile from her lips. “I can get to Boston other ways you know.”
“Yeah, you can totally hitch. I wouldn’t recommend it.” Trey pasted a look of disgust on his face and shook his head.
“Or a bus,” Ethan chimed in.
“Oh hey,” Trey reached across the sofa and swatted Ethan on the shoulder. “I saw a bicycle in the garage. That could work too.” They began chattering among themselves, discussing the possibilities as if she weren’t there glowering at them both.
Entering the living room, she plunked herself down onto the coffee table in front of them. “Okay, I get it! I don’t really have to be here if I didn’t want to be.”
Ethan’s expression turned serious as his eyes locked to hers. “Then what are you saying, Ivy? Everything considered. No more games. So what do you honestly want from us?”
“We want the truth. Is it real or some game you’re playing with us?” Trey added for clarity.
“When I came back here, it’s true, I wanted to teach you both a lesson. I was still angry at Ethan and hurt and had this stupid, vindictive plan. And I’ll admit, it was a very immature one.” She looked from one man to the other. “I just wanted you two to feel how I felt. How the girls who you broke the hearts of felt.”
She paused, not sure how to continue with what she had to say. In retrospect, she felt silly and childish for even coming up with such a plan.
“But…” Trey prompted. “What now?”
“Look, maybe I don’t deserve it and maybe it’s very selfish of me, but I want you both. I love you both.” She looked down at her hands folded in her lap. “I guess I feel we’re good together. Even if it’s a little unorthodox, and selfish and all those other things.” She graced them both with a hesitant smile. “Sometimes a girl wants the romance novel ending.”
“So what do you think, Ethan?”
Ethan sighed and fell back into the sofa, rubbing his chin, which was harbouring a couple days’ growth of stubble. “I don’t know, I think she’s going to have to make it up to us.”
Ivy crinkled her nose up at Ethan. “Make it up to you?”
“Yeah,” Trey agreed. “Definitely needs to do something to show us she’s really sincere.” He grabbed the remote and turned the movie off. A soft, sultry melody began to play as he switched to one of the music stations.
Her brow furrowed as she looked from one handsome face to the other. “I don’t understand.”
The guys exchanged a look and grinned. “We want a striptease,” Ethan supplied.
“And not one of those half-assed ones either. I mean strip club quality.”
“Are you two serious?” She felt her face begin to warm at the thought of being sexy for them. Teasing was one thing, but actually putting on some sort of stripper show? “That’s what you guys want?”
“Yeah, we’re guys.” Ethan jerked his chin in the direction of the staircase. “Now be a good girl, get yourself all ready and then come down here and show us how sorry you really are.”
Taking a deep breath in, she slowly released it and nodded. “All right.”
Trey
It felt like an eternity had passed before Trey heard the soft click-clack of her heels on the wooden staircase coming back downstairs. He’d already pulled the coffee table out of the way and replaced it with a kitchen chair – he was nice like that.
They could have spent the evening and well into the next few days arguing back and forth, trying to make reason out of the what’s and whys, but as Ethan and Trey waited for her to return to them they’d agreed the best thing to do was put it all behind them and start over. They’d all made mistakes, it was best to move on.
“So, is this acceptable?”
Trey turned to see her dressed in a cute little schoolgirl type of outfit – right down to a ponytail tied high on her head, red and black plaid mini-skirt, to the white blouse that hugged her breasts and cute little plaid tie that matched her skirt. His cock immediately went on the alert and he shifted on the sofa to relieve the tightening in his pants.
He whistled. “You’re making me think you had this planned all along.”
She laughed. “Does it matter?”
He shook his head. “No, not really.”
“Little sister has really grown up.” She scowled at Ethan for his comment, which only caused a bark of laughter to come from both men. “Sorry, forget I wasn’t allowed to use the sister term.”
“That is kinda hot in a fucked-up sort of way, man. Really is.”
Her eyes shifted to the chair, sitting in the middle of the living room waiting for her. “Thought of everything, huh?”
“We’re firefighters, we’re always prepared.” Ethan offered.
The buttons of her blouse strained against her chest as she closed her eyes, took a deep breath in and slowly released it, reopening her stunning green eyes and fixating her stare on Trey, then slowly shifting it to Ethan. He could see the fear and apprehension was fading and her confidence building. She walked into the living room, her hips swaying seductively with each step until she got to the chair.
Ivy
She grabbed the back of the chair for support, she was scared – so damned scared. Both men were watching her so intently it was both arousing and intimidating. As much as she tried she still wasn’t the type of girl to flaunt herself; deep down she still carried the insecurities. She closed her eyes once more, giving herself a quick pep talk.
When she reopened her eyes, she was surprised to see Ethan standing before her. He touched the side of her face, tracing her lower lip with his thumb. He removed his thumb and lowered his lips to hers. “I love you, Ivy. We do. If you’re not comfortable then you don’t have to do this.”
“Ethan –” It was nice that Ethan was the one who went to her. Trey was very forthcoming with his feelings, however, Ethan was the one harder to read even though she knew him better than virtually everyone. Truth was, he was the one she was worried she’d hurt most.
He pulled back slightly to look deep into her eyes and gave her a reassuring smile. “But I think you can do this…”
She stepped into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and placing her cheek on his shoulder. “Thank you.” She looked up just as he lowered his lips to hers. He pulled her tighter as he nipped
at her lower lip, his erection rapidly growing against her stomach.
“Hey, hey, hey you two! There’s plenty of time for that after,” Trey complained from his spot on the sofa. “I’ve got a rock hard erection waiting to be teased.”
Pulling back from Ethan, Ivy looked around his shoulder and smiled over at Trey. “Part of the experience is the anticipation, you know.”
“I’m getting blue balls over here, babes, and I’m still slightly uncomfortable with jacking off watching you two make out.”
“As opposed to being part of the action?” Ethan asked, cocking a brow up at his friend.
“Exactly. So sit your ass down so she can do her thing.”
Ivy redirected her gaze to meet Ethan’s. “It’s fine. Go sit down.”
“All right.” He gave her a quick, reassuring hug and kiss on the temple before resuming his seat on the opposite end of the sofa as Trey.
After taking a moment to get into the rhythm of the music, she began to move, allowing the song – a soft, sultry R&B melody – to dictate how she moved. Turning the chair so the back was facing the guys she sat down her legs over each side and gently gyrated to the music – catching first Trey’s stare and then Ethan’s.
Their stares sent a rush of desire through her, increasing her confidence. Standing, her legs still spread on either side of the chair, she began to unbutton her blouse to display the black lace bra underneath. Backing from the chair she made her way over to Trey first, shedding her blouse and tossing it to the floor as she straddled his lap and began to move against him, her mound teasing his cock through their layers of clothing.
“Umm. That’s more like it, baby,” he groaned, desire flaring up in his eyes as he grabbed her hips, pulling her tighter to him.
“No touching.” She batted his hands away, grabbing his wrists and securing them against the sofa. He could have easily broken her hold, but obliged.
“How’s that fair,” he asked, chuckling.
“It is.” She ran her lips along the side of his neck, nipping his earlobe and continuing to move against his body. Her lips moved along his jawline and just as he attempted to kiss her she pulled back and with a swing of her leg dismounted him, making her way over to Ethan.
“That’s a fucking tease!”
She looked over her shoulder at Trey and shot him a wicked grin, followed by a wink. “Isn’t that the idea?” Redirecting her attention to Ethan, she unbuttoned the skirt and let it fall to the floor at his feet, displaying a pair of black lace panties to match the bra.
Swinging her leg over his lap she settled onto him, brushing her lips across his. “No touching.”
He grinned, lacing his fingers behind his head. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Ma’am.”
The tempo of the music sped up along with her movements. Grasping his shoulders to steady herself, she ground against his cock, teasing herself as much if not more than him as the rough lace rubbed against her clit each time she rocked against the ridge of his cock.
He groaned softly, hunger filling his eyes as he began to move under her, meeting her movements, dry humping her until she was so worked up she had to get off of him and walk over to Trey before she gave up on the whole striptease and begged them both to fuck her.
When she returned to Trey she scowled at him, seeing he’d undone his pants and had his cock in his hand, slowly stroking himself. “I don’t recall saying you could masturbate.”
He grinned. “Sorry.”
“Liar.” Pulling off her bra and tossing it across the room, she settled onto Trey’s lap, facing away from him, settling his throbbing member between her legs.
Settling back on him she rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes as she began to stroke his cock between her legs. When his hands covered her breasts she didn’t demand he remove them, in fact, she relished the feel of his calloused fingers pinching her nipples, turning them into rock hard peaks.
“Mmm, I want to fuck you, baby. I can feel how wet you are through those panties. Let’s just end this now and get what we both want.”
She moaned softly as waves of need and pleasure washed over her. All she needed to do was pull her wet panties aside and she could slide him into her and take the relief her body was beginning to demand. But not yet.
It took a lot of willpower, but she forced herself from him, leaving his cock dripping with pre-cum. She licked her lips looking down at him, but refused to drop to her knees to take him in her mouth, ’cause if she did it would be over.
Walking over to Ethan she placed a leg onto his shoulder and began to rotate her hips, her lace-covered pussy mere inches from his lips. Grabbing her inner thighs, Ethan pulled her into him and kissed her lace-covered mound, and then pulled the thin strip of wet material aside and exposed her to him. He spread her pussy lips and ran his tongue along her slit.
She cried out, his fingers fisting his hair as she pulled his head tighter to her mound, rubbing herself against his lips. “So much for no touching,” he murmured. She attempted to pull away, to remove the lace covering her, but he held her tight and there was a soft ripping sound as her panties were torn away and tossed to the floor.
Her body trembled as her need increased. His tongue and lips were heaven on her as he pulled one wet lip into his mouth, sucking off her juices, and then the second. Ivy looked over her shoulder and caught Trey’s stare. He’d stripped completely and was freely stroking himself as he watched the couple.
“Come here, Trey.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. He stood and walked over to her. As soon as he was within reach she grasped him and began to stroke his length, savouring the sound of his low groan as she stroked him. Grasping her chin in his hand he tilted her lips up as he leaned down and claimed her lips with his.
Ivy cried out against his lips, as Ethan’s tongue thrust into her core, while his thumb and forefinger pinched her throbbing clit. Trey pulled his lips from hers and thrust his cock to her lips. She immediately took him in, swirling her tongue along the head and lapping up the pre-cum.
Giving and receiving pleasure and the building need for release became her only focus. Anything she’d been concerned or worried about, all her upset and anger were gone. Everything melted away and it was just them. It was beautiful, and perfect and so right she couldn’t imagine not having them both – it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
“Fuck, I can’t wait anymore sweetheart,” Ethan said.
She found herself being laid back onto the sofa and Trey pulling his cock from her mouth. Her eyes flew open and she watched as Ethan settled several throw pillows under her bottom, lined his cock up to her entrance and pushed in, groaning loudly as he claimed her. She watched a moment, fascinated by the sight and overtaken with the pleasure of his cock disappearing deep within her and then reappearing gleaming with her juices. The angle was perfect, the head of his cock slamming against her inner wall, stroking her G-spot with each thrust.
“You’re not done yet, baby.” Her view of Ethan’s beautiful, thick cock thrusting into her was blocked as Trey straddled her chest and tapped her lips with his cock.
She slowly lifted her eyes up his stomach and chest, taking in every inch of hard, chiselled muscle until their gazes locked. She parted her lips and he slipped his length into her mouth as she palmed his balls. This time however, she wasn’t in control. Ivy closed her eyes as he began fucking her mouth as Ethan fucked her pussy, the two of them using her body for their own pleasure, but bringing her along for the ride. The desire within her was becoming unbearable, she wanted to move against them, with them, but she was secured to the sofa. Her body tensed and she moaned against Trey’s cock as her pussy clenched onto Ethan’s cock and then her body trembled as she came. Trey’s moan echoed hers as the vibrations from her moan sent tremors through him.
“Switch.”
What the fuck? She had no idea who said it and she didn’t have a chance to even register what was going on, but all of the sudden she was empty a
nd felt alone. She opened her eyes to see Trey and Ethan had switched places. Just as the realization came to her she cried out as Trey’s cock slammed into her throbbing pussy with such force that it sent another orgasm through her.
Ivy moaned again, her hands fisting the sofa under her. She attempted to buck against Trey, but Ethan straddling her chest forced her back into total submission, his cock bobbing in front of her mouth. “My turn, sweetie.”
She parted her lips and tasted her own juices on him as he slid his shaft between her lips. His cock wasn’t as long as Trey’s but thicker and he was close to coming, his vigorous thrusts bordering on violent. She palmed his balls, but they were already rock solid.
Wave upon wave of pleasure crashed over her and all she could do was bask in it, but a sudden jolt of pleasure brought her back to reality, as Trey began working her clit as he fucked her. “Come with me, come over my cock, baby.”
Oh god, oh god, oh god! The words seemed to repeat over and over in her head as if on a sound loop as the men fucked her without mercy. The pleasure was too much – too intense – and she felt tears fill her eyes.
She would have responded, but couldn’t. With one final thrust and low, throaty groan Ethan slammed into her mouth a final time and a burst of his seed filled her mouth. She swallowed his seed as he came, ensuring she got every precious drop of him. His ejaculation sent her over the edge for a third time. She moaned, releasing his depleted cock from her mouth as her pussy clenched around Trey’s shaft. Her orgasm was all Trey needed; he slammed into her once more and released muttering, “Oh fuck!” under his breath. A gush of his cream filled her core, mixing with her juices. A second smaller orgasm hit her, but she was too spent to even moan.
She let out a ragged breath, closing her eyes and panting hard as the men removed themselves from her body as she attempted to clear her foggy mind. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she felt someone’s lips on hers kissing her softly, followed by his tongue tracing her lips and then withdrawing. Confused, Ivy opened her eyes to see Ethan looking down at her with a peculiar expression on his face.