“HEY!”
They both jump, startled by my yell as I set the glasses down. “Now, can you two please calmly explain what the hell you’re talking about?”
“Wait…you don’t-oh, fuck,” Nick looks at Ben.
Ben pinches the bridge of his nose. “Damn it.”
“What is going on?!” I ask in frustration, completely derailed from my surprise.
“I’m sorry, baby, I thought-look, it doesn’t matter what I thought, I jumped to conclusions, I’m an idiot,” he cups my face between his hands and kisses me, “Let’s start this over, ok?”
The cheeseball even steps back, dragging Nick with him all the way outside, and shuts the door. I can’t help but laugh, even though I’m still feeling a little confused and frazzled by the weird outburst, but I scoop up the glasses again and wait for their re-entry.
“Honey, we’re home!” he crows as he swings open the door for a second time.
I don’t know who rolls their eyes harder, me or Nick.
But I laugh and stand on tiptoe to kiss Ben as I slip a champagne flute in his hand before repeating the act with Nick. “So, babe, what’s all this about?” Nick asks, gesturing to the champagne and the fancy dress.
“Come on,” I tug them into the dining room, where the flickering candlelight and low music create exactly the romantic, celebratory atmosphere I wanted.
“So, I have an announcement, and it’s kind of big,” I tell them, taking up my own champagne flute in both hands, twirling it nervously.
They both stay quiet, listening, and I continue: “I uh, I got a letter today, and um,” I take a deep breath, “I quit my job.”
Ben immediately grins and Nick blinks in surprise. “Wait, what was the letter?” he asks.
“It was an acceptance letter. I know I should have said something sooner, but I’ve been applying to schools to go into nursing. I didn’t want to say anything until I was sure, until I had something, you know?” I know I’m rambling a little, but the nerves and excitement are making the words pour out of me.
“I just didn’t want to jinx it, in case maybe I didn’t get in or something, and-“ I’m cut off by Nick’s lips pressing firmly against mine.
“Sweetheart,” he says, smiling, “You don’t owe us an explanation. This is exciting news, and we’re so fucking proud of you.”
I throw my arms around him and he hugs me tightly. Ben wraps his arms around me from the other side, sandwiching me between the pair. “Nick took the words right out of my mouth, love,” he says, “We’re so proud of you, and we’re going to help you do this, ok?”
“Yeah, to be a nurse, you’re going to need lots of late-night anatomy cram sessions,” Nick quips.
“Oh, no,” I groan, “That’s it, I’m switching majors already,” I joke.
They both laugh and release me. While I want to bask in celebrating, though, my curiosity is killing me. “So, now I think you two have some explaining to do,” I say.
Chapter Thirteen
Summer
They exchange a look, and it makes me heart do a happy little flip-flop to see the wordless conversation pass between the two of them. The way all three of us can tell each other anything without speaking a word out loud is something I deeply prize.
They both let out sighs of resignation. “So, we were planning a whole surprise and we were going to take you out tonight, but since I jumped to conclusions and ruined it…”
Ben turns to Nick, who pulls a small black box out of his jacket pocket, and as he lifts the top, tears spring to my eyes and I cover my mouth with my hands. Ben lets Nick finish their short speech. “So here’s the thing. You’ve got the two of us helplessly wrapped around your finger, so it’s time for us to get a little payback…” he pulls out the ring, three hearts delicately intertwined and sprinkled with glittering diamonds.
He passes the box to Ben and takes my hand, sliding the ring onto my finger, “And wrap this around yours. Summer Barlow, will you be our wife?”
I look from him to Ben, tears pouring down my cheeks now. Ben flashes me a grin and points his thumb at Nick. “Yeah,” he adds, “What he said.”
The hardest thing about being in a relationship with two men at once are the moments like these, when I have to decide who to kiss first.
I decide on Nick, simply because he’s easier for me to reach. I kiss him hard, then do it all over again to Ben. “Yes. Of course I will,” I say, the words coming out as a sob.
“It feels weird to be happy about making you cry,” Ben says with a laugh, pulling me into his arms.
“There’s something pretty adorable about the happy tears,” Nick agrees.
“Quit making fun of your fiancée,” I grumble, wiping my eyes.
“How about we make love to you instead?” Ben murmurs, his voice a low growl that makes me wet.
For a split second, I start to protest, thinking of all the time I spent making dinner for them, but the fire in my blood wins out, and I let my husbands-to-be drag me up to our bedroom.
Nick makes quick work of the zipper on my dress and lets the silky black fabric fall in a puddle on the floor. “What do you think, Ben, how about we leave our dirty girl here with those slutty little heels?” Nick suggests as he unhooks the push-up bra that always leaves their eyes glued to my cleavage.
“I like that idea,” Ben agrees, sliding the straps down my arms and tossing the bra aside before cupping my tits in his hands and stroking my nipples with his thumbs.
He trails kisses down my throat down to my breast, and when he pauses to tease my nipple with his tongue, Nick pulls my arms behind my back, leaving me helpless and giving Ben full access to my body.
He continues trailing kisses down my body and drops onto his knees, pushing my legs apart. I wobble a little bit on the heels, but I’m in Nick’s arms and I know I won’t fall. But I know that if it weren’t for him, I’d be going down, because when Ben’s tongue flits between my folds and glides over my clit, my knees go weak.
I can feel Nick’s erection pressed against my ass, and while he’s holding me fast and I can’t touch, I do make a point of wriggling against him a little while Ben eats me out.
He sucks in a sharp breath. “You want this cock in your ass, don’t you, baby?” he murmurs in my ear.
“Yes,” I breathe, “I need you both inside me, please, I can’t wait.”
Ben rises to his feet, licking her slick arousal from his lips. “Well, you heard her,” he says.
Nick releases my arms and darts over to the bedside table to grab the lube. Ben lays on the bed and Nick orders me to straddle him.
I’m eager to obey, carefully resting my heels on either side of his legs so they don’t poke me, or him, my dripping pussy hovering over his cock.
Ben wastes no time, guiding his dick into position and thrusting up into me, drawing a sharp moan from me.
Nick kneels behind us, between Ben’s legs, and I feel his probing fingers at my back door.
It had taken a few tries before I got accustomed to anal sex, but once we’d played with it a little, I’d come to crave it as much as every other kind of sex with them.
Honestly, I craved anything and everything from them. They played my body like they were masters of an instrument, all the while bringing pleasure to each other, and sometimes it all feels so perfect that I’m sure I’m going to wake up and realize I’ve been dreaming.
So when Nick’s cock, slick with lube, slides inside me and I feel both of them filling me up, it’s a familiar kind of bliss, but one that I can’t get enough of.
They thrust in sync, pounding my pussy and my ass and keeping me pressed between them. But rough and wild as we get, the love runs under it all.
I feel the coil of an orgasm building in me quickly, worked up as I already was from Ben’s tongue. “Yes,” I gasp, “I’m close, make me cum!”
They ramp up the speed and I topple over the edge with a scream, red stars spotting my vision and my whole body shaking as I ride out
my release.
As I’m coming down, the two of them move faster and faster, stroking towards their own climaxes. They both cum seconds apart, so close I can’t tell whose orgasm was first, but I feel the flood of heat as they both shoot their loads inside me, their roars of pleasure echoing through the room.
After we all come down and clean up a little, the three of us lay in bed together. I lift my hand, admiring the ring on my finger and feeling so full, so happy, that my heart could burst.
And a thought creeps through my mind that makes me smile. “How would you two feel about a Halloween wedding?”
THE END
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Special Inside Look into Just One Night
Chapter One
Audrey
The first thing that hits me as soon as I open my eyes is the immediate urge to clamp them shut again. Even the dim light in my bedroom stabs into my throbbing skull and makes my stomach lurch.
But I’m relieved to note that the ceiling above me is my own, and that I seem to be in my own bed. The events of the night before are blurry, to say the least.
With a groan, I roll out of bed and immediately regret the decision. My stomach rebels violently and I end up with my head in the wastebasket, puking up last night’s poor decisions.
No good ever comes from tequila shots.
I had been invited to my friend-slash-coworker Jessie’s bachelorette party, and had been drinking shot-for-shot with our mutual friend and her sister-in-law, Kate. Unfortunately, I have the tolerance of a teen sneaking her first beer at prom, whereas I found out too late that apparently Kate has the tolerance of an Irish sailor.
As I’m sitting on my bedroom floor leaning against my desk, taking deep breaths to try and calm my heaving stomach, I sort through my fuzzy head in an attempt to remember what had happened from there.
A knock raps against my bedroom door and I wince at the sound. It’s like someone’s banging a hammer directly against my eardrum.
“Come in,” I call.
My sister and roommate, Gwen, strolls in casually. “Wow, you look like ass.”
“Well, we have the same face, so what does that say about you?” I shoot back.
My twin flips me the bird and I blow her a kiss. “So, who was the hot guy with the limo that dropped you off last night?”
“Guy?” my brow furrows, “What guy?”
“I don’t know, I asked you,” Gwen flops unceremoniously onto my bed, “And I’m not the one who was making out with him.”
“What?!” My own shrill shriek makes me wince as the sound reverberates within my skull.
A hazy memory comes back to me of the limo ride home, sandwiched between two hot guys. Which one was I kissing, I wonder?
“Yeah, I’ve never seen you like that,” Gwen says with a laugh, “You walked in with this big, goofy grin on your face. I asked you what you did all night and you just shouted “EVERYTHING!” and then went upstairs and passed out.”
My face flames. “Oh, jeez.”
Gwen sits up suddenly. “Wait a sec, you really don’t remember?”
“It’s pretty hazy right now,” I admit, “But it’s hard to think when your head is throbbing.”
“You don’t think that guy took advantage of you, do you?” her tone is suddenly fiercely protective.
Before I can answer, my phone rings, and I cringe. “Ow, I hate sounds,” I whine.
Looking at the screen, I see Jessie’s name on the caller ID and I swipe to answer. “Hello?”
“Hey, just wanted to check in and make sure you made it home safe, you never texted me back,” Jessie says, her tone worried.
“Sorry, Jess, I guess I didn’t see it, but yeah, I made it in one piece.”
“Glad to hear it. Did you have a good time with those guys?”
“Uh…” I don’t know how to admit that I don’t really remember.
But as I struggle to think of words, I’m hit with a flood of memories. The two hot guys, both drunk off their own asses, had bought me a round, and things had quickly gone from flirty to downright filthy.
“Audrey? You ok?”
“Um, yeah, sorry, I’m just hungover as hell,” I admit, raking my fingers through my hair.
Jessie chuckles. “Yeah, I figured you would be. Kate’s an animal.”
“No kidding,” I sigh, “I haven’t gone out with her in a long time, I’d forgotten just how much she can drink.”
Jessie laughs. “She drank Myles under the table once. He says he’ll never live down the shame.”
“Well, hey, I’m really proud of you for staying sober while the rest of us made fools of ourselves,” I tell her.
Jessie has confided in me that she used to have some issues with drug addiction, and while she feels pretty sure she could have a drink or two without any issue, it’s just not something she’s willing to mess with.
But I admire her willpower, going out with all of us and being around it all night without caving. Initially, we were all going to abstain, in solidarity, but she actually bought us the first round and insisted we have fun.
And apparently I had taken her advice to the extreme.
“I had a blast,” she says, “It was fun watching you guys let loose. I never expected to see you, of all people, dance on a table.”
I wince. I’d forgotten that part.
I hear some noise in the background on Jessie’s end “Well, hey, I’ve got to go, but I just wanted to make sure you got home all right,” she says, “I got the address of those guys and everything before they left, and their license plates, too, just in case, but still…I worry.”
“Thanks, Jess,” I smile, touched by her concern and the precautions she’d taken to make sure nothing happened to me.
We hang up and I let out a sigh. “So, what actually happened last night?” Gwen asks me.
I start to fill her in, piecing some of it together as I go. I remember that the guys, Elijah and Leon, had taken me back to one of their places, and we’d fooled around in the back of a limo on the way there.
“Wait, so you’re telling me you slept with both of them?”
The memories are flooding back and heat floods my face…and my panties.
Elijah’s tongue flits over my clit and my eyes roll back in my head. My cries of pleasure are muffled, though, as Leon is currently balls-deep in my throat.
My head bobs along the length of his thick shaft and I taste the salty beads of pre-cum rolling from the tip. I can feel his fist in my hair, gripping tightly as his hips buck and he fucks my face.
“Oh, shit,” Leon groans, and I peek up at him from under my lashes.
His head is tilted back, eyes closed, the very picture of bliss. And when Elijah sucks lightly on my clit, my expression probably matches. Pleasure coils and tenses inside me, ready to burst.
Even with my mouth otherwise occupied, my whimpers and moans still crescendo as that pressure builds, and suddenly, Leon pulls his cock from between my lips. “I wanna hear you,” he murmurs when I look up at him in surprise, panting.
“I want to hear you fucking scream when Elijah makes you cum, and then we’re going to take turns burying our cocks inside you and making you scream some more,” he says, and the words sound like both a promise and a threat.
But I don’t have time to respond, or even think, as a violent orgasm slices through my body, eliciting exactly the kind of feral scream of pleasure that Leon was seeking.
Dark stars spot my vision as I’m lost to my climax, and when I come around, Leon is on his back, rolling a condom down his length, and he drags me over his lap so I’m straddling him.
I’m absolutely dripping, but even so,
I feel the pressure of my body stretching to accommodate his massive cock. And when he slides in to the hilt, I let out this mewling little cry of pleasure and pain, barely noticing Elijah crawling up onto the bed behind us. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Leon growls.
“I’ll bet everyone feels tight as fuck when your dick’s that huge,” I shoot back with a little gasp as he bucks up into me.
He flashes me a smug smirk and tugs me down, claiming my lips roughly. His hips thrust up, hitting some deep spot inside me that makes me see stars. Another climax rips through me and I howl in release, my body trembling helplessly.
He tugs his cock out so that Elijah can take a turn, and as I’m coming down from my release, I can feel Elijah sliding into me.
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