by J. L. Beck
They laugh.
“Hell, yeah!” Jake chuckles as he carries me towards the stairs.
Micah and Trevor are following us.
“You are not having her for the whole night!” Trevor gets ahead of us in the hall.
I am giddy and feel light headed at all that just happened. I just said yes! They are going to hold me to it, too.
Micah slides to the door and opens it.
Jake carries me through. He drops me on the king sized bed.
I bounce and sit up to stare at them.
“Good thing it’s big enough,” Trevor says as he nods to the huge bed.
They step back and start to rip of their tee shirts.
I am staring open mouthed.
They are immediately naked. At least it seems like they are. I’m breathing hard. They intend to take me all at once?
Jake leans close to whisper something to Trevor.
He scowls, but leans over to whisper to Micah.
My eyes get rounder.
They come over to the bed. All three are pulling the green dress up and off, then my bra is gone.
I’m huffing and puffing. My body is on fire and electrified as they all stop to stare at me.
“God, dammit,” Jake mutters.
“Right?” Trevor is breathing heavily.
“Perfect,” Micah nods.
They all three are hard and their beautiful cocks are ram rod stiff.
My three Greek gods. I stare and my pussy is soaking, my mouth is watering and I’m panting. All while none of them has touched me. Oh, god when they do, I will explode!
They all get on the bed.
Hot mouths and hands are all over me.
One is fingering me, one is sucking on a nipple. Jake, it must be Jake, he has my ass squeezing it.
I am being ganged groped. It is the most thrilling thing that I have ever experienced to date.
Trevor raises my legs bending my knees as his fingers slip from my pussy. He thrusts into me.
I gasp as his hard cock spears me.
Jake looms over me and brushes the tip of his cock across my lips.
I lick it and taste his precum.
“Look at your lips painted with me,” he growls.
Trevor is fucking me deeply and hard.
Micah is sucking on my nipple and playing with the other.
My body bows as Jake slips his cock into my mouth and Trevor is pumping me full.
I’m sucking on Jake’s cock and getting fucked by Trevor’s cock. I think I might die.
Micah then looks at me and licks his finger. He reaches under me and eases a finger into my ass.
Micah? He did the last thing I expected but I have to admit, it feels so good. He’s pumping it slowly but deeply into my hole. I am being filled in every area. They own me and all my holes. I know it now. I reach for Micah, and grab that lovely, long silky cock of his, hand fucking him. He won’t be left out this time. I vow that I won’t come till he spurts as I’m being fucked three ways to Sunday…Literally.
I’m dripping all over my thighs! My pussy is clenching like crazy.
In pure unadulterated mind blowing pleasure, my body bows off the bed. Fucking Christ! My throat constricts around Jake’s cock as I moan long and hard.
“Fuccck!” Jake comes into my throat. I’m swallowing his delicious salty sweet nectar as Trevor comes in my pussy and growls as he does. I can feel the heat of it filling me.
Micah groans and I can see out of the corner of my eye that his sweet pearly cum is filling my hand, hot and creamy.
I come hard as my senses overload. I have never come like this, full to the hilt.
Micah looks at me with almost a reverence as he again lowers his hot mouth and traps my nipple with his teeth.
When he does, I go off like fireworks, helpless. I’m seeing colors and I feel like my body is floating.
All three men slow down and watch me.
“Fucking perfect,” they all whisper in unison.
Save Me From Myself
Nashville Secrets #1
Stacey Lewis
Lyric Hayes tried to be the perfect daughter and girlfriend, but after being betrayed by the people who are supposed to love her the most, those days are over.
She’s ready for a fresh start - and this time a relationship won’t define who she is.
That means:
No Men.
No Complications.
No Turning back.
At least, that’s what she thought until she meets a sexy bartender the first night in her new city. He wants her...and isn’t about to take no for an answer.
Standing in the doorway of my fiancé’s bedroom, I know I should be shocked and angry but I can’t even work myself up to surprise. Aria tried to warn me this was happening, but I wouldn’t listen to her. I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to believe that after everything that’s happened over the last ten months he would do something like this to me. Was “the accident” as he refers to it not enough of a blow? Now, I have to deal with this too?
Without saying a word, I back out of his bedroom and pull the door closed. Does it make me a coward that I didn’t interrupt him and the buxom blonde on top of him? Even if it does, I’m past the point of even giving a damn. I’ve been numb for months now. Numb to everything, everyone, and every situation.
Making my way silently through his apartment, I pick up the things that mean the most to me. I grab the blanket my grandmother made for me when I was little - it always made more sense for it to be here, I spent most of my time at his apartment once we were engaged. Stopping in the kitchen, I pick up the “Journalists do it on deadline” mug that Aria got me for my birthday last year, and after grabbing a few more things, I realize the noise in the bedroom has stopped. Knowing I don’t have long before someone interrupts me, or just finds me and forces me to deal with this, I practically sprint for the door.
Coming home to my upscale Manhattan apartment that I hate but my mother pays for; I lean my head back against the door and close my eyes. I just want to go back and restart this god-awful day. The past year has brought a few ups, a lot of downs, and heartaches that can break a person just by having to experience one of them. Me? I’m so lucky I get to experience them all one after the other like a row of dominos falling into each other. I never used to understand why people would decide they didn’t want to go on living, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned this year, it’s that the whole “God doesn’t give you more than you can handle” platitude thrown around by people who have never been through what you have, is a load of crap. Because, if that’s the case, he obviously thinks I’m a bad ass.
Once I’ve calmed my breathing, I head into the living room and sit down on the couch to call my sister. I’m sure she’s been expecting this phone call since she left my apartment earlier this afternoon. Aria answers the phone before the first ring even finishes, “Lyric? Are you okay?”
“How long have you known?” There should be some kind of anger in my voice, right? It shouldn’t sound so flat, so lifeless.
She sighs, her next words come fast, like she’s trying to reassure me. “I saw them at a cafe on Lexington this morning. I swear Lyric, that’s the first time I knew anything.” Well, at least my sister didn’t keep it a secret. She was over here at lunch to tell me about it. “I’m guessing you confronted him then?”
“No A, I didn’t get the chance to confront him.” Not that I’m sure I would have anyway. “I went over to his apartment and when I walked in, I could hear them in the bedroom. After I saw it for myself, I grabbed some of my stuff on my way out.”
“Seriously, Lyric? You didn’t do or say anything? You didn’t rip him a new one, or beat her ass? You saw them in bed together and just left?!” She sounds really confused, but I don’t know how to explain my reaction to her. I know the normal response to finding your fiancé in bed with another woman is not to calmly gather your things and leave, but that’s exact
ly what I did.
“Why would I fight her? “Why should I fight for him? For all I know, she knows nothing about me.” I don’t get how this is the girl’s fault. Matt’s the one at fault in this situation.
Aria lets out a frustrated groan, making me roll my eyes, “Do I need to send Edward and Phillip to talk to him?”
I don’t hold back the snort at that mental picture. “Talking” is so not what she means. And while my stepbrothers are awesome, they aren’t exactly the uber-macho type. Well, Edward isn’t at any rate. He’d probably refuse to punch him because he might ruin his suit. If he did, his wife Grace would probably kill him. I don’t even think she lets their two kids get dirty. Phillip would probably beat him down though. He’s extremely protective over Aria, Kaitlin and I. Kaitlin’s starting her freshman year at NYU later this month, and I fully expect Phillip to follow her around growling at every guy who looks in her direction.
To answer Aria’s question though, “No, sending the two of them over there won’t accomplish anything. I’ll handle it.”
“Right. Sure you will,” Aria sounds beyond skeptical, but I need to do this my way.
We talk for a few more minutes, mainly about my last semester in college. I ended up taking a semester off after everything happened last year, so instead of graduating last spring, I’ll be graduating around Christmastime. Finally, I’m able to get my sister off the phone. I sit on the couch staring blankly at the TV and look into my empty eyes reflected back in the blank, black screen.
Six months later...
Seeing the Nashville Skyline in the distance is all it takes to make me breathe a sigh of relief. The drive from Manhattan was extremely long, possibly the longest of my life. It didn’t help that I got constant phone calls from my mother, my sisters, both of my stepbrothers, and even my stepfather. Although, Edward Sr. only called because my mother was in hysterics after finding out the night before I left that I was in fact moving.
Ever since I broke things off with Matt, she’s been calling me daily to tell me that I must forgive him. In her world, cheating is a given, not a deal breaker, and if I was doing my soon-to-be-wifely duties correctly, he wouldn’t have felt the need to find someone else. Gee, thanks mom. You’re fantastic for the ego.
I hadn’t planned on telling anyone but Aria that I was leaving. That is, until my mom showed up at my apartment while I was loading up my new car. To say she was upset was an understatement. Unfortunately for my stepfather, he’s the one who has to deal with her when she’s upset, and I feel a little guilty for that. I’m sure she was in rare form after our argument.
Anna’s apartment, soon to be mine as well, is on the south side of Nashville, the West End area she tells me. I’m a little early, so I take time to drive through the city in an attempt to acclimate myself. Unfortunately, it’s a huge waste of both time and gas, because other than the few pictures I’ve seen online, I know next to nothing about this city that’s going to become my new home.
Finally, I make my way back to the route that will take me to the apartment, and when the apartment buildings come into view, it’s hard not to gawk. My mom and stepfather have money, they live in an apartment overlooking Central Park. My apartment in New York was high end as well. It had a doorman, an elevator, and loads of amenities. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like this apartment complex is falling apart, but it’s definitely not what I’m used to. In fact, I’m pretty sure my family would carry me back to New York like the hounds of hell to get me away from it.
Following the directions Anna gave me last night, I pull my car into one of the parking spots close to the building number she gave me for our apartment. She sent me a key before I left Manhattan so I wouldn’t have to wait for her to be home in order to start bringing my belongings in. Anna’s a photographer for a popular Nashville Entertainment magazine, and she tends to keep odd hours. I’m lucky she was able to get me a phone interview and job offer from the magazine. I’d always imagined myself working as a journalist for a newspaper like the New York Times, but beggars can’t be choosers.
Stepping out of the car, I push my sunglasses up and take in my new home. The three-story building has a slate gray exterior with bright white accents. Our apartment is on the third floor, because according to Anna, it’s cheaper. I’m not looking forward to lugging everything I own up three flights of stairs, but it’s not like there’s anyone else to help me. Opening the backdoor, I grab the box closest to me and head for the stairs.
I bring that first box into my new bedroom and set it down on the empty dresser. I turn around slowly and notice the bed takes up the majority of the room. Having spent most of yesterday and half of today driving, I want nothing more than to drop on it and sleep for days. Unfortunately though, Anna already texted to let me know she was getting off early and would be home in about an hour. Knowing her, she has planned our entire evening, so I’d better go get my bags and take a shower.
By the time I’m finished, it’s been a full hour and six trips up and down three flights of stairs to clean out the back of my new SUV. I’m really beginning to wish Anna had gotten an apartment on the first floor. Even though it’s February, I’m sweaty, tired and in dire need of a shower. I barely finish putting on my bra and panties when my door bursts open and a flurry of brown hair comes flying towards me.
“You’re here! Oh my God Lyric! You’re finally here!” Anna screams, throwing her arms tightly around my neck and twirling us around in circles. “I didn’t think you were ever going to get here. I haven’t seen you in forever.”
I’d forgotten how exuberant Anna tends to be. We turn in so many circles that I’m glad it has been hours since I’ve last eaten. Otherwise, I’d probably make a mess in my new room. Anna is only a few inches shorter than my 5’8”, and probably weighs about twenty pounds less, but boy is she strong!
I can’t help but laugh, “Jeez Anna. I’m happy to see you too, but can you let go? You’re making me dizzy.”
Anna immediately drops her arms and backs away. “Sorry,” she says sheepishly. “It’s been over a year. I’m a little excited.”
“Yeah, I kinda noticed.” It was so nice to feel like someone really wanted me around. It’s been a while since I’ve felt this way. “So, what do you have planned for us tonight?” I ask her, almost dreading the answer while looking longingly at my new bed.
She grins, “We’re going to Drench to meet some of your new co-workers for dinner and drinks. I cannot wait for you to meet everyone! And, since I’m sure you’ll be spending a lot of time there after tomorrow, it will be good for you to see the place while you’re not in the ‘reviewing’ mindset.” She finally stops to take a breath, so I jump in.
“What’s Drench?” I ask her.
“Only the hottest restaurant and bar around. All the hottest and most popular bands play there. And, the guys who bartend there are sooo hot. We can definitely get you back on the horse with one of them!” she exclaims with a wink.
I groan, “Anna! I’m not here to get into another relationship. I haven’t recovered from the last one yet.” Anna and her matchmaking are the absolute last thing I want to deal with right now.
Anna pouts at me, “Oh Lyr, you’ve got to get back out there! Don’t let Matt ruin all men for you. There are so many good ones. Speaking of, did you see him before you left?”
I cringe at her mention of Matt. We’d been together for three years - since my sophomore year of college, and we’ve only been split up for six months now. I definitely am not ready to - what was it Anna said? - Oh yeah, get back on the horse anytime soon. I don’t tell her any of that though. All I say is, “No, he’s out of town until Wednesday.” I wanted to be long gone before he came back. I hadn’t even told him I was leaving.
Anna lets out a long suffering sigh, “You didn’t even let him know you were leaving did you?”
Wow! Was she reading my mind now? “No, I didn’t t
ell him. I wouldn’t have even told Mom if she hadn’t stopped by when I was packing.” I say, waiting for her to blast me.
“Oh no! What did the Wicked Witch of Manhattan have to say about you flying south? I bet that was a pleasant conversation.” Anna makes a funny face by crossing her eyes and puffing out her cheeks, which makes me giggle.
I snort and say, “Pleasant doesn’t even begin to describe it.” Mimicking my mother’s proper speech I say, “Lyric, dear, where do you think you are you going? Your home is in New York, not in Tennessee! That place is full of nothing but low class hicks! When are you going to grow up and put this thing with Matthew behind you? He has apologized and is willing to try again, even though you were the one who broke things off. Now dear, you know he’s not going to wait on you forever!” I barely get the last word out when Anna collapses on my bed laughing.
“Oh my God. You totally have her down pat. You forgot to hold your nose though. Then you really would have sounded like Meredith DuCharme!” Anna is laughing so hard she can barely speak. And, when she said “Meredith DuCharme” she pinched her nose with two fingers, which made even her giggles, sound nasally. I can’t help but laugh with her, and soon we are both lying on my new bed giggling so hard we’re in tears.
Finally, Anna calms herself down and jumps up from the bed. “Come on,” she says, grabbing my hands and pulling me up off the bed, “we have to find you something totally hot to wear tonight!”
“OMG, like we totally do!” I say sarcastically. Anna’s favorite word is totally, and she has already over-used it in the short time she’s been home. I am really not looking forward to tonight.
Anna starts rummaging through the three suitcases I brought with me, and soon it looks like Nieman Marcus threw up all over my room. Finally, she bounces back over to me holding a pair of dark skinny jeans and an emerald green v-neck sweater.
“You’ll look amazing in these. Plus, this sweater will look fantastic with your red hair and green eyes. Now, get dressed and I’ll go grab some boots out of my room. I have a pair of brown knee-length boots that will make your legs look even longer!” And, with that, she takes off out of my room, leaving me alone in the chaos she created.