Dr. Stud

by Jess Bentley

  The slower tempo lets me feel every glorious inch of his veiny cock. I feel the ridges slide inside of me, note how his knobby head bumps against my cervix. I’m so wet, I can feel the juices gushing out of me when he slides in.

  “Yeah, keep her going just like that,” Trey coaches Brock. Brock’s hands move down to my hips to continue the steady pace and I feel something strange, something between my ass cheeks. At first it startles me.

  “Just relax, baby. I’m gonna get you nice and warmed up, but you got to let me get at this sweet asshole.”

  Relax, I command myself. Just relax and let him do it!

  In seconds, I realize it’s his tongue. Soft and hot, he licks me from the hole where his brother’s dick is, all the way back to my virgin pucker. Every time he gets back there, he presses a little more, putting just the tip of his tongue into me, then withdrawing it.

  As Brock is fucking my pussy, I realize the sensations are becoming more intense, brighter. They’re starting to come in colors and I push back a little harder against Trey’s tongue, urging him deeper.

  “Yeah, that’s it,” he groans. “You want it, Bunny. I can tell you really want it.”

  I hear the squawk of the bottle as he pries it open and then feel cool drops sliding down my ass crack. Must be the lube. He fingers me gently, swirling it all around, pressing against my hole. I force myself to relax and feel his fingers slip inside me about an inch. When he starts to withdraw it, it almost seems like I suck him back in.

  “You feel that? Your ass wants to suck me in. You want my dick in there.”

  “Yeah,” I moan breathlessly as I fuck Brock even deeper. “I want to feel you in my ass.”

  “Jesus, Bunny, yeah. Tell me,” he groans.

  Something bigger slides against my asshole, way too big, I’m afraid. But he said I was going to love it, and I feel that kind of emptiness that I feel in my pussy when I want his dick. But I feel it from behind… is it the same feeling?

  “Give me your dick,” I groan. “I want you to fill me up.”

  “Fuck yeah,” he says, practically to himself. I feel the head of his dick sliding all around my ass, bouncing against his brother’s dick as he continues to fuck me. They seem to have a rhythm figured out between them.

  The mattress shifts as Trey gets on his knees with his thumb tapping my hole. He slips inside again and it’s even easier this time.

  “Your dick… give me that,” I beg him.

  His groans are animal as he begins to drive past my barrier. All of a sudden I realize it’s happening, he’s committed to fitting his huge cock inside my ass while his brother’s huge cock is inside my pussy. But now, I’ve got to have it. I’m so close to coming again, I know that I want as much inside me as I can get.

  Somehow my body loosens up even more. With a kind of inaudible pop, I feel his head totally inside my anus. I could feel how tight I am around him and the sense of urgency for more. The next time that I drive back on his brother’s cock, I slurp him more inside me too.

  Hunger overtakes me. My body is being completely invaded, and I discover a new need. I’m so hungry for their cocks, I have to have their meat impaling me completely. Balancing on my elbows, I drive my body backward, gobbling their twin dicks in my twin holes.

  Together, they match rhythms so that they’re both fucking me at the same time. I am full to bursting, then terribly empty. Over and over again, I get the relief of being refilled.

  And suddenly I’m coming in a way I never have before. I’m coming, and squirting, and practically screaming. For a moment I almost leave my body as I am catapulted through a series of body shocks.

  Trey and Brock come together, roaring as they shoot their spunk deep inside me, where no man ever has been before. It falls around their slippery dicks, puddling beneath us.

  Then we all fall together in a heap, connected like animals. Unconscious. Transported.

  I think we even fall asleep for a moment, drifting to a dream world where this kind of magic exists.

  When I come back to reality, I can feel Brock kissing my lips as Trey kisses my neck and strokes my arm.

  “You were so right,” I sigh. “I really do love that.

  Chapter 17

  Trey

  When we walk into a room, all eyes turn to us. Bunny walks ahead of us, graceful and lithe as a dancer. It’s still a wonder to me that she never trained athletically. This is just how her body is: strong and graceful.

  The maître d’ guides us through tables of celebrities and politicians. I have heard that there are rumors swirling around us, but no one has had confirmation. We keep to ourselves, mostly. It’s not out of modesty or some desire to hide, it’s just that we haven’t wanted to do anything but fuck for weeks.

  But it seemed like Bunny deserved a night on the town, where the whole world could admire her the way that we do. Sully agreed to sacrifice part of the evening, as long as we promised to try to get back to the hotel early enough that he could still spend time with her. This is not, he told us, an authorized group night. Definitely not. Definitely still his night alone.

  She looks outrageously beautiful in a glittering black evening dress, completely backless. Her spine undulates with every step as she saunters through the room, commanding all the attention. I think she loves it. She’s definitely not shy.

  “Thank you,” she sighs as she sits in the chair the maître d’ holds out for her. As he slides it in under her, she gracefully places her handbag on the table next to her and gazes at each of us expectantly.

  By contrast, we seem like a bunch of oafs. A pack of baboons. A fraternity of tragically smart kids. Definitely, she is the rose among the thorns.

  “I can’t believe you got us a reservation at Lovecraft,” she breathes, leaning forward confidentially. “That’s Brad Pitt over there! And the mayor? And I’m pretty sure that’s Lady Gaga in a wig!”

  “Probably,” Royce sniffs. “I mean, I’m not sure that’s Lady Gaga, but that’s definitely Brad Pitt. Do you want to meet him?”

  “Yes! Wait, no… I don’t. Thank you for offering, though.”

  “Why not?” Spencer asks. “Royce plays volleyball with him sometimes when he’s in town. I’m sure it’s no trouble.”

  Her eyebrows go up dramatically. “You do? He plays volleyball?”

  Royce waves his hand modestly. “Oh, we haven’t done that in a while. We had a team, kind of, when he was shooting his last movie here. He’s got a great serve.”

  “I can imagine,” she smiles. “But I think I am happy where I am.”

  She smiles at all of us, her cheeks pink. I’m constantly amazed that she can make us each feel loved, even when we’re all together.

  And we do compete for her attention. Everyone wants to be the one who has the most time with her. I feel lucky that I got to pillage her asshole first, but Spencer got to fuck her pussy first, and Royce got the first blowjob. So I guess we all have our small, precious moments.

  Still, when she looks at me I feel like she is looking right into me. The connection is real and it’s intense. She makes my heart hurt sometimes, she is so beautiful. It literally hurts to look at her for too long, especially when she is looking back.

  “We are happy where we are too,” Sully murmurs, covering her tiny hand with his giant paw.

  “Excuse me, sir?” Bunny smiles at a passing waiter. “Can you take a picture of us?”

  Though it is a kind of touristy request, she asks it in such a charming way that the waiter immediately agrees. She pulls her cell phone out and hands it to him, then twists in her chair so that she’s surrounded by us. And though it is slightly undignified to completely act cheesy, we all gather around her, smiling like it’s senior picture day.

  He hands the camera back to her and she wrinkles her nose and grins at it.

  “You guys are just so handsome,” she says. “I hope we get a million pictures together.”

  “We might already be halfway there,” Spencer remarks, nodding mean
ingfully over his shoulder. Royce follows his gesture and observes all the people with their cameras out. Looks like even the celebrities want to take pictures of our merry band of family love.

  “Oh, let them,” Royce sighs in an uncharacteristically breezy manner. “It’s fine. It would be nice to see ourselves in People magazine, wouldn’t it? Maybe Time?”

  “Maybe the National Enquirer?” Bunny adds sarcastically.

  “Wouldn’t be the first time,” Spencer drawls.

  “We don’t have anything to be ashamed of,” Sully replies. “We can do whatever we want. We can do whomever we want. And all we want is you. I would be happy if the whole world knew about it, to tell you the truth.”

  She stares at him with light dancing in her eyes. “You know what, I almost believe you mean it,” she grins. “But the whole world doesn’t need to know all of our business. Is that what Royce always says?”

  Royce shifts uncomfortably in his chair. “But I didn’t mean it like… as though you’re a secret. Not specifically. Just that it’s a habit to try to maintain our privacy.”

  “Oh, I’m not complaining, Royce,” she shrugs. “I’m just happy to be here. With you. With all of you.”

  She glances down at her phone. “And, we take really nice pictures together too. We should get some with Sophia and—”

  Her voice cuts off as her expression darkens.

  Immediately Sully is leaning toward her protectively. “What is it? Is everything all right?”

  “I just…” her eyes dart around the table, glancing at each of us. “There’s something I forgot to tell you.”

  “Like what?” Royce asks suspiciously.

  She leans forward, then covers her mouth modestly when the wine steward comes over to deliver the Chilean wine. It takes forever for him to give Royce a sample, get that sample approved after Royce is done swirling it over his teeth like he knows what he’s doing, and then for all of us to get a glass. Finally he leaves.

  “Like what?” Brock asks this time.

  “When we were in Nantucket,” she begins, her eyes cast down, “I took Sophia into town to do a little shopping, remember?”

  My stomach tightens with dread.

  “I remember,” Spencer chimes in. “That was the day we signed the paperwork, right?”

  She’s talking so quietly, I have to lean forward to hear her.

  “When I was in town, in addition to discovering that the general store does not accept the Black Card—”

  “I’ll have to take care of that,” Sully mutters.

  “Let her finish,” Brock says.

  “I am letting her finish,” Sully objects.

  “Guys? I’m trying to tell you something serious here,” she interrupts, her eyebrows raised.

  I can’t tell what’s in her expression. Remorse? Embarrassment? Guilt?

  “Okay, so what I’m trying to say is,” she begins again, “I ran into… Nina.”

  “Where?” Brock asks, alarmed.

  “In Nantucket,” she repeats, confused.

  “What? How?” Brock says.

  “She lives there,” Spencer explains in a quiet voice.

  “She lives there?” Royce repeats, his voice rising. “How did we not know that? Right there? By our family home?”

  Spencer shrugs. “Well she has to live somewhere, doesn’t she? She took the settlement and moved to Nantucket.”

  “All this time, and you didn’t tell us?”

  “Tell you what? That she is still alive?” Spencer shoots back irritably. “What’s the big deal? That’s the first time we’ve been there in fifteen years. I thought her being there was fine, and probably a good way for us all to avoid each other. I didn’t know that this was going to be an issue.”

  “Of course it’s a fucking issue!” Sully says, dropping his hand on the table so hard the wine glasses teeter dangerously.

  “Is anyone going to listen to me?”

  Bunny looks around as we all grind our teeth and try to stifle our emotions. I’m not sure if we feel defensive or angry or just shocked. Perhaps this is something we should have protected her from?

  “Well, she was nice, sort of,” she continues. “She held Sophia for a minute. She… talked about you guys, but just a little. She’s very pretty.”

  Her eyes go from brother to brother, almost beseeching.

  “She basically told me the same thing you guys told me. That she wasn’t cut out to be a mother. She wanted to be an actress. She didn’t know how to be a… wife, is the word she used,” she finishes uncomfortably.

  We sit in silence for a few moments. Spencer is the first to speak.

  “That’s why you asked me about her? Well, I’m glad our stories all line up, at least. We don’t have anything to hide from you, Bunny. We want everything to be on the table, right, guys?”

  We all murmur affirmation, but realize we haven’t really put everything on the table until just now.

  “Why are you telling us this? Why now?” Sully asks with a pained expression.

  She glances at him, startled. “Because… she’s here. In the restaurant. With us.”

  My heart stops. As if on cue, Nina materializes in front of us. Her green dress hugs her ample curves. Her hair is half hiding her face in a sort of Jessica Rabbit hairdo.

  Placing one hand on her hip, she holds the back of Royce’s chair as she nods at each of us in turn. Royce keeps his gaze down, but I can see the muscle in his jaw clenching.

  “Hello, Nina,” Spencer says politely, automatically taking on the duty of spokesperson. “What a pleasant surprise to see you here. I didn’t realize you were in Chicago.”

  She rolls her shoulders back proudly and raises an eyebrow. “I’ve got a part on Chicago Criminal Background, have you seen the show? Probably not. I’m the new lead detective.”

  I see Bunny duck her head, holding her phone in her lap. I actually feel bad for her. She looks like a puppy who’s been told she’s done something wrong. But this isn’t her fault, not at all.

  “You’re looking well,” I force myself to tell her.

  Her green eyes slide over to me. Even though we used to be lovers, I can barely remember her. She looks like a stranger. Analytically, I understand that she’s beautiful. But there is no room in my heart to find her attractive anymore, apparently.

  Reflexively, I want to take Bunny away from the table. It’s not that I think that Nina is dangerous in any way, it’s just that she doesn’t belong here with us. No one else does, besides us. There is no room in our life for anyone but us and Sophia anymore.

  The silence grows longer, until even Nina seems uncomfortable. She glances around again as though expecting more positive feedback for her dress and hair. But we are all closed off. There’s no connection anymore.

  And it’s sad. I know it’s sad, or at least it should be. But I don’t have room to be sad anymore either.

  “Well, ahem,” she continues with a haughty toss of her hair. “I just wanted to let you know that I’ll be shooting scenes in town from time to time. Maybe you’d let me come by to say hello to little Sophia if I get a chance to take a break. I’ll be very busy, of course. Very busy.”

  Actually, I have a hard time remembering what we ever saw in her. Was she always this self-centered?

  “Just shoot me a text,” Bunny offers, looking up and smiling with more sincerity than I think I could manage at this point. “We could get something arranged. She should be sitting up pretty soon. I bet you’d like to see that.”

  “Don’t all babies sit up?” Nina asks distractedly. She’s looking over her shoulder, smiling for someone who’s got their cell phone out.

  “Well, no. But pretty soon,” Bunny answers, but Nina isn’t listening anymore.

  I watch Sully as he glances between them, his eyes narrowed shrewdly. All at once, he seems to make a decision, and his expression shifts. It’s a remarkable thing, because Sully had some very strong feelings about Nina before. But all of a sudden, he looks calm.<
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  “Or you can text me too,” he offers with a nonchalant shrug. “Just let us know what’s going on, Nina. It’s good to see you.”

  She flashes him a brilliant, practiced smile and shrugs girlishly. Her hand drifts up to a strand of her hair that she toys with, twirling it around her finger.

  “Well, that’s really big of you, Sully. Thank you! I guess I’ll get back to my table. I just wanted to say hello, to touch base. I hope we can all be the best of friends, since we’re practically neighbors again.”

  With that, she swoops away, swishing her hips suggestively. But no one’s looking at her. We are all looking at Bunny.

  “Also, I invited her to dinner when we were in Nantucket,” Bunny admits in a rush. “I figured I should just get it all out there. But she didn’t want to come then. I wonder why she wanted to come today?”

  “Today there are photographers,” Spencer explains simply, jerking his chin toward the two men with expensive cameras at the bar.

  “Oh,” Bunny scoffs. “I guess that makes sense. She does seem to like to be looked at. And Sully, it’s really nice of you to offer to chat with her.”

  He leans back, folding his arms over his boulder-sized chest. “It’ll never happen.”

  Bunny squints her eyes, confused. “Then why did you agree to it?”

  “Why make a fuss about it, if it’s never gonna happen?” he explains. Then he looks around at each of us with his eyebrows raised. “Absolutely nothing, am I right? Like, a very serious amount of nothing?”

  “Yeah, I can’t believe it,” Brock shrugs. “I didn’t feel a thing. She’s like a stranger.”

  One by one, we all add in our agreement and I watch Bunny’s smile widen as her cheeks go pink.

  “Oh, you guys,” she chides us, “you don’t have to say that. I’m not jealous, I promise. She’s really quite beautiful.”

  Sully squeezes her hand again. “She doesn’t hold a candle to you, princess. You’re the only woman in the world to us.”