by Aly White
They manage to score a couple of times, but I am still in the lead. Every time I score, their teamwork crumbles even more. Their banter goes from trying to intimidate me to expressing their annoyance with each other. Their competitiveness is getting the best of them, and it’s what’s making them lose. Eventually, the timer runs out, and I win with two points more than them.
Defeated, the pair walks over to me.
“You won,” Lucas mutters. “Now, what would you have us do, Aubrey?”
“First, for the time being, you will refer to me as ‘my queen’,” They both stare at me, dumbfounded. “Second, Unzip me.”
With their expertise in undressing women, my clothes are on the floor in no time. I am standing there with nothing but the thin cloth of my underwear keeping me modest. I motion for Julian to get down on his knees.
“Yes, my queen.” He says as he takes off his sweater and gets on his knees. I rest the tip of my toes on his shoulder, he then begins to kiss and caress it, his hot breath warming the tips of my toes.
Lucas stands watching, his growing arousal straining against his trousers, yearning for release. In between my heavy breaths, I tell him to strip. It doesn’t take long before his cock is out in all its lengthy glory.
I gesture for him to get closer and he moves closer until the tip of his length is resting against the lips of my mouth, his pre-cum dripping down into my throat. I gently grasp his shaft and suck softly on the tip and his warm nectar.
Julian trails his way up from my toes and now has his head between my thighs; he takes off my last remaining semblance of modesty and starts to glide his tongue over me, teasing as he explores the area.
I try my best not to moan into the cock in my mouth but it feels so good that I can’t help it. I grab at Julian’s hair and tug hard. Out of reflex, Lucas starts to lightly thrust into my mouth. The sensations are driving me close to the edge, and I think Julian could tell.
Julian starts to trail upwards away from me. The sudden loss of sensation between my legs makes me moan in protest. My protests turn into moans as he takes my nipple into his mouth. I can feel him grinding his clothed crotch against me as his tongue circles my nipple.
Lucas abandons my mouth and takes hold of my other nipple. I’m even closer to the edge when Julian pulls away. I try to pull him back and assert some semblance of dominance but the adrenaline has worn off and my grip is weak from pleasure. They both back away now, staring with lust-filled eyes at my body.
“It’s time for your prize,” Lucas says.
Julian
Aubrey brushes her bangs out of her eyes and looks up at us through her disheveled hair, beads of sweat from her face trickling down to her breasts. Lucas stretches out a hand, and as soon as she takes it, he pulls her in for a passionate kiss, their naked bodies pressing against each other.
Lucas, Aubrey and I fumble as we try to both grope one another and walk over the discarded clothes on the floor to reach the couch in the corner of the room, a much more comfortable alternative to the air hockey table. Once on it, the couch begins to creak under our combined weight and movement. Aubrey lies on her back, arms, and legs in a position asking us to ‘draw her like one of our French girls’.
To Lucas and me, this is nothing new. We switch our positions, and I move to stand in front of her. She opens her mouth and starts to have her way with me, licking. Lucas moves to take her from behind, spreading her legs, so he’s right in between them.
Lucas kneels down and buries his face in between Aubrey’s thighs. She starts to massage her breasts and moan, opening her mouth wider, giving me a chance to push in deeper. She gags as I hit the back of her throat; I pull out enough to let her breathe for a little while then I thrust back in, a little harder this time.
Between my half-closed eyelids, I can see Lucas starting to trail from between her thighs up to her belly button. He straightens up and positions himself, sliding his tip over her slit like he did with his tongue. As he eases his way in, Aubrey’s breathing is starting to get heavier, maybe from the slight pain of Lucas's girth or maybe from the pure ecstasy she’s feeling from being nailed from both ends by two guys.
Two guys she’s obviously been fantasizing about for a long time, I smirk.
Lucas finally eases his way all the way in after going achingly slow on Audrey, and every time she moans and gasps, I can’t help but ram it deeper into her throat. I find my rhythm with my thrusting that enables Audrey to breathe, Lucas sees this, and we both start railing on her from both ends.
Then a sharp feeling emanates from my shaft. Aubrey had just grazed the underside of my shaft with her teeth.
I clench my teeth and hiss at her. “Watch the teeth.”
I make her get up on all fours to face Lucas. With Lucas's dick throbbing in her face, she strokes him and tastes it, in turn tasting herself on him. I take my place behind her and puts it in. Lucas doesn’t even dent her, she still feels tight as hell. I thrust deep into her, what little pain she feels is overpowered by the intense feeling of having something deep inside her.
Lucas keeps his hands to the sides of her head and holds her there as his cock is deep down her throat. She starts to gag on him, so he pulls out, and Aubrey starts gasping for air. I pull out in reflex too.
“Are you okay?” Both our dominant demeanors melt away and turn in to one of concern.
“I’m good.” She replies as tears pools in her eyes. She obviously isn’t, but we don’t want to end our fun so soon. Lucas and I look at each other, the gears in our heads are both turning.
“We’re going to try something different,” Lucas breathes into her ear. I think we have come to the same conclusion. He asks Aubrey to scoot over, and he lies on the couch with his back on the armrest. Aubrey, facing away from Lucas and towards me, begins to ease herself back on to his length.
I move closer and kiss her as a distraction. I lean her back until she is completely resting against Lucas. That’s when I slowly ease it into her. She gasps at the unexpected addition to the girth that is stretching her.
She latches on my bicep tightly as I push deep into her core. She hisses as her brain finally begins to understand what is happening. I bite her lip hard, and Lucas kisses the nape of her neck, both in hopes to alleviate what exhaustion she is feeling.
We let her get used to the two foreign objects deeply embedded in her. I tell her she doesn’t have to continue if she doesn’t want to, but it seems that the pleasure is higher than the pain because she refuses to let us pull it out. With that, we both start to slowly thrust into her, alternating turns in pumping like a well-lubricated engine. And believe me when I say that there is more than enough natural lubricant in this situation.
From behind her, Lucas kneads her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. I aim for her neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks that wouldn’t even be there by the time we end. All this is making Aubrey’s breathing harder. Her chest looks flushed, and she starts to clench down on us as we thrust. Telltale signs Lucas, and I are all too familiar with.
Lucas thrusts himself back inside Aubrey to her delight. She smiles and for some reason, laughs. I raise an eyebrow and Lucas looks quite confused. She bites her lip and begs me to kiss her; I do, and she begins to ride him. Her breathing starts to become heavier again, and Lucas stops her. She gives a frustrated sigh and slumps back against him.
“Please let me come,” she mutters, the frustration obvious in her voice. Lucas looks at Aubrey and smiles, not that cocky smirk he had on earlier, and it is one I haven’t seen too often on him.
“We forbid it,” he tells her.
We forbid it. We.
It makes me wonder how strange people would perceive whatever this relationship is, if you can even call this whole weird setup a relationship. What would Austin say if he found out? It’s completely out of the norm, and yet here is the three of us, casually fucking in an arcade room.
But this feeling I have, what is this?
The strang
e sensation continues to assault me as we continue to attack Aubrey’s sensations. Lucas and I have shared women before, but this whole thing with Aubrey feels different. She’s not just some hookup. There’s a tugging feeling in my chest, butterflies in my stomach, and a small voice saying things in my head. Lucas is one of my best friends, and Aubrey is the sister of another one of my best friends.
I think I want to take this thing we have, whatever this thing is called, to another level.
This thing that we have, I want it, I thought. I want a relationship like this.
Lucas
Aubrey says she feels exhausted. I don’t blame her since she just got absolutely pounded. She’s just here, laid down on me, my dick still in her. Julian’s just looking at us. I can’t read the expression on his face. It’s somewhere in between bemused and lost in thought.
Aubrey starts to ride me slowly as if by reflex, massaging her clit along with it. She tries to be subtle about it, but her face gives away the amount of pleasure she feels. We aren’t done yet, I told her this myself.
I drive my shaft deep into her. She gasps and arches her back. She reaches behind her and grasps my hair. I get close to her ear and whisper, “I told you not yet.” I pull out and reposition her. I make her lie on her back and head towards Julian.
“We’re going to punish you a little, sweetie.” I can feel that tight ass hole at my tip. Julian opens up a drawer and hands me a bottle of lube. Of course, he has a lube here. Why else would there be a sofa in an arcade room? I apply lube liberally onto my finger and try to massage the tension out of her.
Her breathing begins to get faster, and I swear I could almost hear her heartbeat, but she doesn’t back away, in fact, she pushes my hand out of the way and starts to lower herself onto me, the lube aiding her slide down my shaft. She clutches Julian’s shoulders. I push in a little and she yelps, throwing back her head. She lifts herself off, takes a deep breath and lowers herself on to me again. This time it goes in more smoothly.
She winces as I drive myself deeper and deeper into her. By now, her brain is sending mixed signals into her body, unable to discern whether to feel the pain or the pleasure of having something so deep in her ass. Gripping the hair falling against her back, I thrust in harder making her moan and squeal. Julian takes this as his cue to join in.
Julian leans over Aubrey, sandwiching her between us. He taunts her by positioning himself over her slit. He slowly eases himself in, taunting and teasing her even further. As he’s midway through, Julian speedily rams his full length in all the way to the base.
Julian and I thrust inside her, following the beat of the music from the jukebox. I can feel Audrey tightening up again; Julian looks at me, noticing what I did. We are not about to let her get her rocks off that easy.
“I’m gonna—gonn—,” Aubrey can’t even finish her sentence.
Julian and I start to kiss opposite sides of her neck, making Audrey nearly come but…we stop. Audrey expresses her frustration with a long moan of despair. Julian groans too as Aubrey starts to dig her nails into his back.
“You come when we let you,” Julian growls at her, squeezing her face in one of his slender hands.
Julian starts to pound her, every thrust resonating through Aubrey. Aubrey falls back onto me again as I start to take her too. I let my hand wander over her, the texture of my palm stimulating her, making her twitch and moan. Julian’s sweat is dripping onto Aubrey and running down on to my sides, every droplet hitting her is causing her to breathe a little harder.
“Fuck, I’m close,” Julian says. He isn’t the only one.
Julian saying that sent Aubrey over the edge. She arches her back, burying me deep in her. I can feel her walls tightening around me, I could come right here.
Julian finally pulls out, shooting his warm cum all over Aubrey’s flushed chest; and every splatter on her makes Aubrey come more. Audrey’s clenching is starting to make me feel it too. I pull out, making Aubrey gasp. I try to aim for Aubrey as well but aiming at someone on top of you is harder than it sounds. I shoot my spunk, I feel it splatter on Aubrey’s face, some over my head on to the arcade cabinet next to us.
We all collapse from exhaustion, entwined and all covered in sweat and jizz. We need a shower…probably in separate shower stalls, or we will end up starting another round of this. The sofa groans underneath us in agreement.
“It’s vintage,” I remember Julian telling me the first time he showed me his arcade room. It was the only piece of furniture at the time. Now there are barstools and armchairs all over the place. I sigh, prompting Aubrey to pat my cheek and ask what’s wrong.
“The times we do these things,” I motion at the three. “It’s come to make me realize that I need a break from work.”
“You’re a workaholic,” Julian says.
“These times are the only fun I’ve had in the past two years,” I tell them.
The mention of two years causes them to give me a look. I can’t tell if it is a look of judgment or a look of pity. Julian looks a little upset with me like he wants to kick me, and he can as his size fifteen feet were resting mere inches away from my face.
“We should do something fun!” Aubrey says imploringly. She smiles up at Julian and me, with both of us agreeing with her. I sigh. Aubrey always seems to be so vibrant and so full of sunshine.
“We can attend my friend’s art show uptown!”
Julian reaches for a dirty sock and chucks it at my face. “She said fun not drab and boring!”
“I don’t really mind,” Aubrey shrugs. “I like art!”
After a little coaxing, Julian finally agrees to come with us. Somehow the feel of it all reminds me of going on a first date.
But with two guys?
I brush the thought away. I don’t care. I can share.
But Aubrey isn’t yours, the nagging voice goes on.
But I’m sure she can be ours! I shoot back. I know that this is something different, something entirely new. This isn’t just a fling or a hookup or a casual booty call. Not to me, at least.
This feels like something entirely different. I know Julian feels this too with the way he looks at Aubrey, I tell myself.
I just hope Aubrey feels it too.
Aubrey
The last droplets of water fall into my tub as I twist the handle on my faucet close. Finally, some much needed ‘me time.’ I pour some rose scented aromatics into my tub and let it spread, running my hands over the water. The water ripples peacefully as I dip myself inside the tub slowly.
After my previous encounter with Julian and Lucas, my body feels like it went through a meat grinder, a blender, and a slaughterhouse. Not that I didn’t enjoy grinding on their meat. But good lord does my body hurt.
I wiggle my toes into the hot water as I let myself get used to its comforting heat. I slide my butt down the tub but wince as I hit the bottom. My ass is still sore from the friction it received from Julian’s sofa. Or did something else happen? The sensations both men inflicted me made my memory very foggy.
I feel weightless now that I’m completely submerged, easing the stress on my body. Earlier my thighs feel like they were on fire—it literally feels like they would pop out of their sockets. I sigh. They sure did a number on me.
I lean my head against the porcelain rim of my tub and close my eyes. The rippling water laps against my neck, reminding my body of Lucas and Julian’s lips on there.
I moan softly, relishing the memory. I shake my head vigorously, trying to regain my senses. The events at my brother’s wedding until now…they probably are the best moments in my recent years, but I shouldn’t get used to any of it. It’s not long before they move on…these kinds of people always do. I will miss them though. I’ll probably miss the sex more, I tell myself, smirking.
But we’ll remain friends, I tell myself. I could come over to Julian’s every now and then, and we could play games in his arcade then they could bang me on the creaky sofa.
I get an in
teresting thought, and I start smiling to myself. If anyone were to see me, they’d think I’d have gone mad. Maybe I could get one of them to stay. I’d have to choose, but who?
Lucas is pristine, so pristine that he’s almost perfect. He works out too. But he also works a lot. A workaholic like Julian said.
On the other hand, there’s Julian who’s less of a workaholic. He's equally handsome. Equally fit. And he’s just as successful. Not that that’s important, a voice in my head says.
I smack myself out of my daydream. They won't ever think of me in that way. I'm sure they're surrounded by hot models and celebrities all the time. They wouldn’t care about someone like me. They’re probably only maintaining contact, so I don’t tell my brother. He’ll probably be so upset when he finds out.
I submerge my head into the rose-scented waters, hoping to drown out my thoughts and problems. Aubrey, you cynic, I scold myself. Why must you think of such things at times like this? They wouldn’t abandon you. They are your friends before they are your fuck buddy.
I resurface, gasping for air. I think I stayed down there for too long. I should really work on holding my breath…I’m sure the boys would appreciate it too when they take my mouth.
I let out a heavy sigh and slump back down. Maybe they’ll take me seriously. Maybe I’m not just one of their flings which I hear about so often from my brother. If not both of them, then maybe just one of them, I repeat to myself.
They could take me on dates. We’d go to a restaurant high above the city where we can see the skyline fade into darkness as the sun sets. We’d dine as the sky turns a stunning shade of fiery orange. We’d comment on how the city looked like it is on fire as the prismatic windows of our neighboring skyscrapers reflected the sun causing beautiful rainbows cast upon them.
Then we would go for rides at midnight in one of their convertibles. We would play music as we speed down the highways, twisting and turning on the cliffside roads. The wind would beat against me, messing up my hair.