by Katy Kaylee
Shit. The head of him was just about to enter me, his hand guiding it in gentle, gentle circles around my entrance. I couldn’t think of anything coherent to say so I pushed back against him, hoping it would be answer enough.
Jackpot! I felt the tip of his erection push further into me and I gasped a bit at the sensation. I wanted nothing more than to shove my hips back and throw myself onto the rest of his length, to feel as full as I did yesterday, but I figured I better let him take the lead. After all, I was the one bent over and staring at the floor. Of the two of us, I definitely had the more tenuous balance.
Still, I couldn’t help but press back further, and he met my effort halfway, sliding all the way inside. My knees knocked a bit at the full feeling, and I threw my head back in a louder gasp. He pulled out slow and pushed back in with an insanely steady pace. “Don’t overwork yourself love, you had a busy night”.
“Are you babying me, or yourself? I’m ready to go, love”. I added extra emphasis to the term of endearment, half mocking, half tempting him to make me eat my words. Sure enough, he threw himself against me with much more force this time and it was exactly what I needed. I ducked my head down as he picked up the pace, small gasps and moans making their way out of me. His grunts were louder than mine and echoed slightly off the tiles. It made me feel so damn sexy, the fact that I could get such a poised, driven man to give in entirely to his desires.
The noises we made together were downright sinful. From the wet slapping of every impact he made as he drove into me, to the pornographic sounds coming from both of our mouths. Briefly, I wondered if Samson could hear us, or if the shower and the door drowned us out.
I could feel myself nearing the edge of my orgasm. “Please. Ple- I’m so, so close,” I could feel his hands grip me harder and his foot push my legs open wider. With less of my body in the way, his thrusts hit deeper than before. He made quick work of me and I shuddered through my orgasm. I felt myself clench down on him and he used the pressure to work himself to a loud finish as well.
“Shit, I’m going-” he stopped thrusting, holding me with biting fingers as he spurted several times inside me. As for myself I was shaking and pulsing from all the aftershocks, my breathing absolutely ragged.
He held me still for several moments, letting me just soak in our bliss before pulling out. Both of us were still out of breath, but he seemed more than a bit pleased with himself, trailing kisses on the back of my neck as he pulled me gently to stand with him.
I turned around slowly, careful not to get dizzy, and pulled him down into a kiss that was all warmth, my hunger sated for the moment. When we eventually broke from it, he leaned down past me and picked up the shower wand I dropped earlier. Raising his eyebrows -the absolute miscreant that he was- he knelt down in front of me.
“Do you mind if I…” he trailed off and lookd up at me expectantly. I couldn’t help but savor the sight of him below me and I felt myself start to get caught up in a second wave of arousal before I registered that he was offering to help me clean up. Huh, no one had ever done that before. Once more I was struck by how surprisingly intimate it was.
I nodded mutely, leaning back against the wall and telling myself internally to relax.
He made sure the water was still okay on his hand -it certainly would have long been cold in my tiny apartment- before running it up one of my legs and then the other. With those gentle pass overs out of the way, he focused his attention in the middle.
Bringing his other hand up to rub at me, both teasing and soothing after the brutal workout I just received, he angled the showerhead to rinse me out. At first it was just the water, but then he was using his fingers to reach inside and softly make sure he had it all. It was… weird, I supposed, but I definitely found myself liking it.
Oh god, could I really be about to have five orgasms in less than twenty-four hours? That was pushing it, even in my estrogen fueled marathon masturbation sessions right before my period.
I couldn’t help this next wave of arousal that bubbled up inside me. His hands, so large and strong, still felt so gentle and caring and I had to resist the urge not to grind down on his pam that was lightly resting against my front. That wasn’t what this was about.
Somehow, I made it through, but I felt somewhere between being ready for another round and wanting to slide right back into bed. After Xavier had seemed satisfied with how clean I was, he stood back up and helped me finish washing my hair.
If we were thinking ahead, we would have let my hair condition while we were doing all of our water-wasting activities, but such was the way. It gave me time to stand there in the afterglow while Xavier massaged my scalp and gently rinsed the rest of me.
I left the bathroom on shaky legs and stumbled right into Samson’s arms. He chuckled, steadying me so that I was upright enough to place a kiss on my neck. “Good thing I was standing here. The floor would’ve had you for sure.” He trailed kisses further down my neck and onto my shoulder, the warmth of his mouth and the slight grazing of his teeth a distinct contrast to the cold air that I felt as I left the steam filled bathroom.
This was the third time he’d caught me after I hadn’t been paying enough attention to where I was going. If that wasn’t a pattern, I didn’t know what was. But unlike the last two times, instead of letting me go like I had burned him, I felt him pull me to him. I followed, careful not to fall over anything else, but I still gasped when his hands went under my still-damp butt and he hauled me up to crash against his lips. My legs went to wrap around his waist, barely able to get around, and I threw my arms around his shoulders.
“You two got to warn me when you’re gonna do that!” I chided breathlessly when he released my lips.
Xavier chuckled behind us, coming out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. Why hadn’t I thought of wearing a towel? Oh well, too late now. “But then that would ruin the surprise.”
I rolled my eyes but my attention quickly shifted as Samson started to move, carrying me across what looked to be some sort of… library or home office type area. We ended up in front of a couch, where he sat down carefully, our bodies never losing contact. My thighs were splayed wide, straddling his own thick legs while his hands trailed over every curve of me that he could reach. He kissed along my collar bone, sucking lightly at the base of my throat in the middle, before letting his teeth bare down ever so slightly.
“We’re on a no doubt very expensive couch and I’m very wet.” I couldn’t help but giggle at the double entendre. While I originally had meant the obvious evidence of the shower I took, I also couldn’t ignore the the way that my body was responding now that I was on top of him. Yup. It seemed like orgasm numero five was a distinct possibility.
“I’ll buy Xavier a new one if it’s that big a deal,” Samson growled into the skin of my neck, not leaving a mark there but definitely laving at the skin. He was so considerate, making sure any hickeys or marks would be safely tucked away where no one in the office would be able to see. It really let me have my cake and eat it too.
“Don’t worry,” Xavier said from somewhere behind me. If I had to guess, he had taken a seat somewhere to watch the show. I had a hard time believing that neither of them had ever done this before considering how much they appreciated watching the other manhandle me, but I certainly didn’t mind. “I’m enjoying the show.”
Samson made an agreeable sound, his lips not leaving my body. He ran his hands up and down my back, stopping at my love handles and holding me while he shifted his hips so he was leaning hard against the back of the couch.
“You make it sound like I’m a performance,” I managed to gasp, my head going fuzzy and I slipped under their influence again. God, they made me feel good.”
“Aren’t you?” Samson countered, finally pulling his mouth away from me to look at my face. “I heard you and Xavier go at it without me and it was the best thing I’ve ever woken up to. You sound like a symphony when you come apart, you know that?”
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nbsp; I blushed at that, because how could I not? “I don’t know about that.”
“But I do. Trust me, you’re art in human form. If I had to pay tickets just to watch would go through your errands, I would in a heartbeat.” He brought his hands from my hips up to brush the hair back from my face and I was left staring at him without anything to shield me from his desire. And hot damn, if that look didn’t have me flooding so slick that it didn’t matter if I was just out of the shower or not.
I crashed my lips to his once more and Samson caught my cue to continue. Already on the move, he used his free hand to begin toying with one of my nipples, worrying it this way and that. I leaned into his touch, rutting against him, feeling his dick slide through my slit and brush against the bundle of nerves nestled deep. I leaned back with a gasp, drawing in several greedy breaths.
Letting go of my hair, he caught my chin in his hand and pulled me into a hard and crashing kiss. There was no escape from his plundering mouth, and I didn’t want to. No, I wanted to drown in him. To never come up for air again. It wouldn’t be a bad way to go at all.
I tightened my arms around his shoulders and moved my hips against his, grinding into the heat pooling between us. I felt his erection twitch and he bit my bottom lip and pulled slightly. I moaned into the kiss, appreciative as he took his hands from my chest and face placed them under my ass, effectively spreading me open further.
I shifted so most of my weight was on my knees on either side of him and reached behind me to guide him into myself. He was less hesitant than Xavier but just as considerate, because of course he was. I pumped his shaft in my hand a few times before I lined him up and pushed back, feeling the heat from the tip of his arousal. I settled down slowly, painfully slowly, Samson supporting my weight with his hands until I took the entirety of his length to the hilt.
“That’s my girl,” he breathed as I shuddered at feeling so full once again. I’d never pushed my body this hard, this fast, but I hoped that it would forgive me tomorrow. After all, how many times was I going to have the option of incredibly hot and wicked sex with two of the hottest men I had ever met? I kept waiting for them to come to their senses and be tired of me, but they hadn’t as of yet.
I used my thigh muscles to push myself up as best I could, then lowered myself again. Samson’s eyes fluttered closed, his head falling against the back of the couch as his hands helped push me up and pull me down.
It didn’t take long for both of my legs to be absolutely burning from the effort and he seemed to notice my slowdown. Smiling crookedly, his grip increased a little and before I knew it, he was bodily bouncing me on his cock all by himself.
“Oh, oh, OH!” I panted out in sharply punctuated cries. I was so full, so blissfully stretched out that I didn’t think it could get any better.
“That’s right let me hear you. Tell me how much you like it.”
If I had more control over my own body, I might have smiled then and there. While both of the men seemed to like dirty talk, I would hazard a guess that it was definitely one of Samson’s favorite things. He wanted to hear how much I liked what he was doing to me, probably. Or maybe his pride swelled at hard it was for me to even make words. Whatever the reason, I had no problem answering him to the best of my ability.
“It’s so good,” I whined, holding onto his shoulders for dear life as he planted both feet solidly on the smooth floor below us and began to piston up into me. “It’s so good.”
“Think you can come for me?” He breathed, eyes locking into mine with that intense look. Then again, when didn’t he look intense? It wasn’t like having his dick in me, his chest and tattoos glistening with sweat, his hair wild around his head made him look any less like an ancient warrior who was ready to fight an entire army by himself. If anything, it emphasized the raw powerfulness of him.
I nodded, my mouth refusing to close enough to make words. I could feel it building in me, even without any direct pressure on my clitoris. It was probably partially due to the thorough cleaning with the showerhead that Xavier had given me, but I didn’t care about that so much at the moment.
“Good girl. Let me here it. Let me feel you come on me right now.”
I let out a gasp, pleasure roiling in me at his words. He gave a handful of sharp, powerful thrusts, and the next thing I knew I was falling apart at the seams.
My vision went white and my stomach lurched. My whole body tensed for several moments, and then it suddenly released like a balloon that had been popped. Pleasure flooding me, euphoria drenching everything from my nose to my toes, and I collapsed in a sweating, panting heap against Samson’s strong chest.
The quiet was peaceful as it lasted for several moments between us, and I was able to forget who I was and all the troubles of the world. But, after a bit, Xavier cleared his throat. I didn’t have the energy to turn and look at him, so I mostly just grunted a response.
If he thought there was anything unattractive about my less than lady-like response, he didn’t say. Instead, I could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke. “So,” his words came out light, but I could tell that was just a front for something important to him. “How would you feel about a second date?”
Tabitha
I didn’t think it was possible, but I could get used to having two incredibly hot, rich boyfriends.
It’d been five weeks since that fateful first date, and it was basically five weeks of heaven. Never had I had so much good sex in my life, but it was also more than that.
The way my two guys looked at me made me feel so wanted, so desired. They listened to what I had to say, made me feel like I was worthwhile. They didn’t diminish my feelings or tell me my complaints were silly. When I confessed a weakness or flaw to them, they didn’t mock me for it. No, they were about as understanding as possible.
It was like having two new best friends that I could trust with anything, but they were best friends who also swamped my panties on a regular basis and gave me toe curling orgasms.
I had no idea what they got out of it on my end. I felt like I was the one giving them all the pleasure. But to hear them give their opinions about it, I was basically a martyr for not choosing between the two of them.
Whatever. I certainly wasn’t going to complain.
“Hey there, you look happy.”
I looked up from my computer to see Cecily smiling brightly down at me. “Yeah, I guess I’m feeling good.”
“Well, you’ve been lookin’ like you’re feeling good a lot lately. Did something haaaaappen?”
The way she drew out the word made it sound so conspiratorial and I couldn’t help but blush. “No. Why do you say that?”
But really, so much had happened. So much that I hadn’t even expected.
For one, I was beginning to pick up all the little differences between my lovers. While Samson was wild and intense and often bruising in the best way possible with sex, Xavier was all about drawing things out and torturing me with anticipation before finally giving in like a jackrabbit. Both of them always left me breathless and panting, and I’d never had such quality and quantity of orgasms in my life.
Xavier loved going down on me and would find all sorts of excuses to do so. He’d had me with his mouth in the elevator going up to his apartment, on the stairs, multiple times in the shower. It was amazing he didn’t get lock jaw. Again, not that I was complaining. I’d always thought that I’d never really been into oral, but the truth was I’d just never had anyone good go down on me.
Meanwhile, Samson loved to play with my nipples and favored taking me in places that we probably shouldn’t be doing any sort of hanky-panky. His town car, the bathroom of one of the fancy restaurants he took me to, in a hidden alcove of a play that he and Xavier surprised me with. I wasn’t sure if it was a thrill of danger thing, or a marking his territory thing, or if he just couldn’t resist me, but it didn’t really matter. What was important was that we were all having fun as we dated.
And we were definitely
dating. At first, I thought this might be a weird, murky, friends with benefits thing while they were also my bosses, but no, they made it very clear that we were going on real dates.
It was strange, going from being single since my junior year of college to having two boyfriends, but it was nice. Really nice.
But none of that meant I wanted to tell Cecily about it. I shuddered to think at the type of rumors that would happen because of that getting out.
“I dunno. Maybe I kinda hoped that you’ve found someone. You deserve some happiness, you know?”
I couldn’t help it when my face softened at her kindness. She really was a sweetheart. “Don’t worry, Cecily. I’m happy. I’m doing better at work than ever and I’m doing better on my homelife balance.”
“Good.” She gave me a nod and looked to the stack of papers on my desk. “Do you want me to go and make copies for you?”
I was about to agree, she was usually my sort of grunt work girl, but I realized that I could use sine time away from my desk. I was a bit sore after the previous night, when Xavier had taken me while standing up, forcing me to hold on with my thighs about his waist. All because I told him that squatting two hundred pounds wasn’t the same as being able to have sex with me upright,
Admittedly, I had been egging him on a little, but I hadn’t counted on how much my abs and legs would hurt. Samson, the bastard, then had me ride him afterwards so my lesson was well and truly earned.
They were my own personal cardio program and I was definitely down.
“Actually, I think I’ll do them myself. I could use the stretch.”
“You sure?”
I nodded, managing to stand up with only a little bit of a wince. I caught the concerned look Cecily gave me and I just shot her a weak smile. “Been hitting the gym. Still a little sore.”
“Oh really? I admire you. I just don’t have the energy after work.”
“Yeah, well, you have a whole house to take care of.” I grabbed the papers and hurried off before the conversation could reveal anything that I didn’t want to.