by Robin Stone
Alex released me, and I turned to Ben. He leaned over and placed a soft kiss on my lips, and my heart stuttered. I wondered if any of the neighbors were watching, then felt ashamed for thinking about it.
What if someone saw me kissing two men in my driveway? The houses weren’t close together. But still. I looked at my neighbor’s house, realizing I hadn’t really considered the details.
“About work tomorrow…” I crossed my arms.
“Don’t worry,” Ben said. “We won’t say a word.”
I nodded.
“’Course not. We’ll be finished in a couple days, anyway.”
“We gotta go,” Ben said. “We have plans later.”
My face fell, and Alex put his hands up.
“We’re not seein’ anyone else while we’re with you,” he said. “Just got other plans.”
“It’s okay.” I tried to hide my disappointment. “I’ll call you?”
“Yeah,” Ben said. “We can get together Tuesday night.”
Damn. I was hoping to see them every day, but of course they had lives and other plans. I was busy Wednesday night; I had plans to meet friends for dinner. I briefly thought about blowing them off, but I hated when my friends blew me off for a man.
Still, this was different. A threesome. How often did those come along? Every day of the week, according to porn, but not for me. But Ben and Alex had a way of making the most of the time we had.
They climbed into the truck and drove off. I watched them leave again, feeling drained and lonely. What was I thinking? I couldn’t handle this. It was fun, but I got attached to people so easily. Soon they’d be on to another woman. Another MILF. Another conquest.
I went back into the house. It was so empty and quiet without them.
I cleaned up the kitchen, then went upstairs. My bed was still a mess. Pillows all over, comforter half on the floor. I straightened everything and climbed into bed. The sheets still held their scent. I turned over and saw writing on the pad of paper I kept next to the bed. I picked it up.
Rachel. You’re beautiful. - Ben
He’d made a quick sketch of my face in profile. It was a simple drawing, but it looked like me.
Tears pricked my eyes again. I missed having a man in my bed. I wanted a man to write me notes, to eat meals with me. A man who could make me scream in pleasure, then hold me and comfort me.
I’d planned to check a few more items off my list, but now it felt wrong. I’d wanted a casual fuck, but I’d gotten more than I bargained for.
I turned off the light, and tossed and turned before falling asleep.
CHAPTER 8
When I went to work on Monday, Ben and Alex were already there. I kept dropping pens, and accidentally knocked over a container of paper clips. I went to a meeting for half the morning and didn’t see them until lunch.
I’d paid special attention to my hair and clothes that day. I blow-dried my hair and put on a navy-blue dress for work. I even wore high-heeled sandals that made my feet hurt if I stood in them too long.
By lunch time, I was cursing my uncomfortable shoes, and my hair had gone flat. Why did I bother? I already had their interest. I kicked off my shoes under the desk, waiting for them to come out for lunch.
I heard their voices first and watched as they strolled by in their uniforms. Their faces remained impassive as they walked over to the water cooler. Jenna came over to my cubicle, stunning as usual in a fashionable black dress and red heels.
“Rachel, do you want to order lunch with us?” Jenna asked. “I’m taking sandwich orders.”
Jenna and I chatted about lunch, but her gaze drifted to the left, and she stopped mid-sentence.
“Check it out.” Her voice was low.
“What?” I asked, knowing full well what she was referring to.
“The painters. Wow, they’re good-looking.”
“Oh, really? I hadn’t noticed.”
Jenna tossed her hair. “You noticed them last week.”
Ben and Alex walked past my desk. Ben kept his gaze straight ahead. When they passed us, Alex lifted his hand and nodded.
“Ladies.”
Don’t blush. Don’t blush. Don’t blush.
Trying to stop myself from turning red was futile, so I started coughing instead.
“Rachel, are you okay?”
I finished my fake coughing fit.
“Fine, just need some water,” I said. “I’ll pass on lunch today. I brought something from home.”
I went to the water cooler, and Jenna left.
Watching Ben and Alex leave at the end of the day was a special kind of torture. They carried their gear slowly past my desk, risking small looks. My nipples pebbled in my bra. Seeing their mouths and fingers reminded me of the things we did in bed.
On their final trip past my desk, Alex risked a crooked smile, sending a shiver of arousal over my body.
Tuesday night was too far away.
***
I thought about spending some quality time with my vibrator, but decided to wait. Tuesday night, I put on a pair of jeans, per Alex’s instructions. I changed shirts three times, then scolded myself for being silly.
Alex was picking me up on his motorcycle to take me to Ben’s apartment.
“Can’t I just drive myself?” I’d asked.
I’d never been on a motorcycle. They made me nervous. I nearly had a heart attack when Emily told me she’d ridden on a friend’s motorcycle in college. Alex lectured me about my sense of adventure, then hung up. I was pacing by the door when he pulled up.
The engine was wake-the-neighborhood loud. My front windows rattled. The bike was enormous, black and chrome with long exhaust pipes. A black helmet was strapped to the back. Alex sat astride the bike in a black leather jacket and faded jeans. His wavy hair was mussed from the wind. He turned off the engine.
My stomach sank. How the hell was I going to ride this thing?
And…could he look any hotter?
I locked the door and met him in the driveway, then saw my neighbor Julia out walking her dog.
“Hi!” she called. She spoke to the dog and turned into our driveway.
Oh, no.
I walked faster, my heart pounding. I hadn’t counted on this. Alex flashed a crooked grin. She walked right over to him.
“I’m Julia, Rachel’s neighbor.”
I speed-walked to the end of the driveway. “Hi, Julia.”
“Hi, Rachel. How are you?”
Julia’s dog sniffed my toes, then settled at my feet. I wasn’t getting out of this.
“I’m good…um, Julia, this is Alex, my…”
“Boyfriend.” He leaned forward and squeezed her fingers. “Good to meetcha.”
Julia’s gaze went from Alex to me. She blinked, then looked at Alex’s bike.
“Well, gotta run!” I said. “Nice to see you, Julia.”
Her smile faltered, but she gave the dog’s leash a light tug. “Okay, I’ll talk to you later.”
Alex climbed off the bike and gave me the helmet. I put it on, and he tightened the straps. He took off his leather jacket and made me put it on. I sagged a little under the weight of the leather. It was warm and smelled like Alex.
“What about you?” I asked. “Don’t you have a helmet?”
“I’ll be fine, darlin’.”
He showed me where to put my feet, and gave me a few simple instructions. I tried to memorize what he said, but started shaking a little.
“Whatever you do, don’t tense up. Lean with me on the turns. Got it?”
I nodded. He climbed on and started the bike. I let out a deep breath and climbed on behind him. The rumbling of the engine rattled my bones. I clutched his waist, and he pulled out of the driveway. We roared past Julia, but I didn’t dare let go and wave.
I clung to Alex as he turned onto a main road and revved up the engine. Warm air rushed over me, and the trees flew by. It felt like flying, with the cars and scenery rushing past us. Alex took some back roads, passing open fie
lds, the sun setting behind the clouds. I relaxed a little, trying not to tense when he turned, leaning with the bike. Ten minutes later we pulled into the parking lot of an apartment building.
Alex turned in to a parking space, and I slid off the bike, shaking with nerves. He turned it off and put down the kickstand. I unbuckled the helmet and handed it to him.
“You embarrassed to be seen with me?” Alex asked.
“What? No!”
“Didn’t like the bike. I got ya. Ben can drive you home.”
My shoulders slouched. “I liked it. Alex—”
He carried the helmet as he walked to the building, long strides eating up the path. I hurried to keep up with him.
“I get it,” he said. “Nice lady like you doesn’t want to be seen with a thug like me.”
“I’m not a lady!” I hated being called lady. It ranked right up there with ma’am. “Please don’t call me that.”
He barked out a laugh. “Shoulda known.”
“What?”
“Never mind.”
I followed him inside, then tugged his big arm.
“Stop! Alex, I’m sorry, I just—”
He pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard, his hips grinding against mine. I surrendered to the kiss, sliding my arms around his back. He ground his cock against me, but just as I was getting into it, he pulled away.
“Fuckin’ tease.”
“You’re the one who grabbed me!”
He snorted and led me to a stairwell. I let him climb the stairs in front of me, enjoying the sight of his jean-clad ass swinging in my face. Alex pulled open a door and led me into a carpeted hallway. I jogged to keep up with him.
“By the way,” I said, brushing my hand against his. “Boyfriend?”
He smirked. “Yeah, well. Fuck-buddy didn’t seem appropriate.”
When we reached Ben’s apartment, Alex used a key to get in. Ben was in the kitchen. He was wearing a white t-shirt and dark jeans. His feet were bare, and he flashed me a panty-melting smile.
“Rachel. Wow, that jacket is huge on you.”
I shrugged it off, and Alex threw it over a kitchen chair. He tugged my hand and led me past the kitchen, down a short hall, and into a bedroom. The room held a neatly made bed covered in beige sheets and blankets. A large dresser lined one wall, and simple curtains hung in the window. It looked like a typical bachelor pad, but it was clean, and his room smelled like laundry detergent.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Ben called. “Don’t mind me, it’s just my apartment.”
Alex was breathing hard. I kicked off my shoes and stripped, while Alex struggled and cursed his boots. I helped him undress. Alex’s mouth crashed against mine, and he pushed me onto the bed. My arms went around his neck, and he ground against me, his belt buckle digging into my waist.
Ben came into the room, and I turned my head. Alex started kissing my neck.
“It’s the bike,” Ben said. “Makes their panties fall off.”
“Shut up and get over here. She was a bad girl tonight. Didn’t want to be seen with me.”
“Not true!” I said. “It wasn’t like that. He’s just damned stubborn!”
Alex pulled off my jeans and panties and flung them aside. I pulled off my shirt and struggled out of my bra, sweating and panting.
“Tell me about it,” Ben said.
Alex glared at him. “You gonna help, or are you just gonna stand there and watch?”
“I do like to watch.”
My nipples tightened at the thought of Ben watching us fuck. I was finally naked. My pussy was throbbing, aching to be filled. I licked my lips slowly and beckoned him with my finger.
A few seconds later, Ben and Alex were naked and lying beside me. Ben kissed my neck, while Alex’s fingers found my pussy. I wasn’t surprised when his fingertips sank into wetness.
“Drenched,” he announced.
He lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them with a greedy slurp. I gasped, and my pussy clenched. Alex held out his hand, and Ben licked his fingers. I moaned, covering my aching breasts and squeezing them.
Alex grabbed Ben’s face and kissed him. I watched, stroking their backs, feeling their cocks grow hard against my hip. Alex pulled away, leaving Ben breathless.
“Gimme a condom.”
Alex tugged me into position and took a condom from Ben. He tore it open with his teeth and rolled it on. He lifted my legs over his shoulder and gave me a hard slap on the ass.
“Ow!” I said.
My ass went warm and tingly. He slapped my other cheek and rubbed his cock over my pussy, his heat seeping through the condom.
“You’re a bad girl.” His eyes were dark; his hair was wild from the ride. “You know what I do to bad girls?”
Ben lay beside us. His hand went to his cock.
“No,” I squeaked.
Alex leaned forward and slid inside me, hot and rock hard. I grabbed the back of my thighs and held on as he started to fuck me.
“Oh, damn,” Ben said.
Alex grunted and shifted forward, pressing on my thighs. I was wet, but not completely ready for him to go so deep. I gasped and tilted my hips a little. The tightness faded as I adjusted to his thickness. The bed squeaked as Alex pounded me. A bead of sweat dripped from his temple onto my breasts, and his cheeks turned pink. The bed shook and squeaked as he rode me, letting out a string of dirty talk that made me smile.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, you’re so tight. I love this little cunt. Fuck, Benny.”
My nails dug into my thighs. I closed my eyes, enjoying the pounding, begging for more, harder, oh yes.
Alex slowed a little. He slapped my ass again, then leaned forward.
“Lookit her legs…oh shit. Fuck.”
His cock swelled. His strong fingers dug into my skin, and he came, fucking me hard, making my breasts jiggle. He swore, and I felt his cock jerk inside me. He slowed down, still thrusting, telling me I was beautiful and that I did real good. I didn’t come, but I didn’t care, I was so turned on by the pounding he gave me.
This was what I wanted. Needed. A hard fuck, and a man who wasn’t afraid to get noisy in bed.
Alex leaned over and gave me a surprisingly soft kiss. He pulled out, slumping on the mattress. Ben wordlessly handed him some tissues.
I pushed Ben onto his back. I grabbed another condom and rolled it on. I climbed on top of him and guided his shaft inside me. My clit was swollen, and I needed to come.
Ben put his hands on my ass and let me take the lead. I thrust hard on top of him, my hair swaying in his face. I planted my hands on his chest and shifted forward, bumping my clit against the base of his cock. He stroked my ass, urging me on. I circled my hips, watching his mouth open and close. We fucked like that for a while, making prolonged eye contact.
He dragged his fingertips up my spine, making me shiver. I closed my eyes and ground against him until I started coming, pulsing and crying out. My vision went fuzzy, and I let out a long wail. Ben bucked his hips, and a few seconds later he came, writhing and moaning.
I shuddered as I finished, and leaned over for a gentle kiss on the lips. Ben cupped my cheek, and my heart squeezed a little.
“Atta girl!” Alex said, giving my ass a spank.
I slid off Ben, and we lay panting on the bed.
We cleaned up and got dressed, not saying much. Ben pulled on a pair of shorts. We went to the kitchen, and Ben offered us a drink.
“Beer me,” Alex said, tapping his fingers on the counter.
“I’ll take one, too.”
Alex raised his brow. “You drink beer?”
“I like a beer once in a while. Don’t make assumptions.”
I cocked my brow, and he grinned. We settled on the couch, and I looked around. The living room was comfortable, with a soft couch and a chair. An entertainment center held a TV and several books. An acoustic guitar stood on a stand in the corner.
“Can you play something for me?” I asked.
Ben ra
n his hand through his hair. “Yeah. I guess.”
“He sings, too.”
Alex drank his beer and spread his legs, taking up half the couch. Ben picked up his guitar and settled on the chair. He strummed it and tuned it a little.
“I’ll play for you, but I don’t feel like singing tonight.”
I got comfortable as Ben started playing a ballad. His long fingers moved effortlessly, and he closed his eyes, rocking with the music. His shoulder muscles flexed as he strummed.
Alex raised an eyebrow at me as if to say toldja he was good. He looked back at Ben and let out a long sigh, a dopey look crossing his features. I recognized that look. It was love. They were such opposites, but their chemistry was electric and their friendship was endearing. Ben pressed his full lips together and nodded to the music. When he finished, I clapped. He shook his head and put the guitar away.
“You’re so good,” I said. “What song was that?”
He named a current band, but I didn’t know them. He told me about other bands he liked, and the concerts he’d seen. I talked about my taste in music, and he joked about oldies.
“Stop!” I said. “Don’t remind me the songs I like are oldies.”
We talked for a while, and Alex pulled me against him. I grew warm and started nodding off. Alex nudged me.
“Wake up, Red. Ben’s gonna take you home.”
“Okay.” I yawned against the back of my hand.
Alex kissed me goodbye, and Ben held my hand on the way to his truck. I leaned against the window, watching the same scenery go by in the dark.
Ben walked me to my door and waited for me to unlock it. I turned to say goodbye, and he cupped my face in his hands. He kissed me firmly on the mouth, and my knees went a little weak.
“Goodnight, Rachel.”
I watched him leave, then went into my empty house.
CHAPTER 9
I had fun with my friends Wednesday night, but my thoughts kept turning to Ben and Alex. They asked me about dating, but I was evasive, saying I wanted to keep my options open.
Over wine and appetizers, they gave me the usual pep talk, telling me I needed “to get back out there” and “forget about David.” I was sick of hearing the same comments over and over. I nodded and tried to change the subject.