by Sky Corgan
“No matter.” He shrugs it off. “We're both pretty handy around the house, so if you need anything fixed, we could help you with that. And you've probably already noticed, but we both know a lot about cars, so if you ever have problems with yours, we could come take a look. If one of us doesn't know how to fix something, the other usually does.”
I can't help but grin. He sounds like a salesman. As if the fact that they're both gorgeous and sweet isn't enough of a selling point.
“Dual MacGyvers.” I nod.
“We can snake your pipes and make sure your engine purrs like a kitten.” Devlin waggles his eyebrows at me.
“You did not just say that.” Gareth hides his face behind his hands, and I laugh. If not for his adorable reaction, it might have been a completely awkward and uncomfortable moment. I'm getting the feeling that Gareth keeps Devlin in check. They seem good together. How would they be if I were thrown into the mix?
I silently chastise myself for even considering it. There's an internal push and pull. Should I stay or should I go? This is all a bit overwhelming. Never in my entire life have I considered a three-way relationship with two men.
Devlin curls his fingers into my hair and I shiver. When I glance over at him, the predatory gaze has returned.
“Sex doesn't have to happen tonight, right?” I arch an eyebrow at him.
“Of course not. No strings attached, remember,” his tone is casual, but his expression doesn't change. The way he's looking at me stirs something deep inside of me—makes my thighs press together. “We can take things as slow as you want. Or as fast.” He squeezes his eyes together. Not quite a wink, but definitely a mischievous look.
“What he's trying to say is,” Gareth chimes in, stealing my attention, “we think that you're smart, beautiful, funny. We want to be with you. We'd like to see if we can make this work.”
“Mhm,” my voice is clipped, my nervousness shining through.
Things seem a bit too intense. I'm starting to feel cornered. And while I do want to mull over what they're offering, I don't feel like I can do it when they're both so close.
Abruptly, I stand, feeling oxygen and cool air rush in from no longer being wedged between two warm bodies. I turn to them, and they both look up at me as if expecting an answer to a question that was never asked.
“I'll be right back. I need to use the restroom.”
“Our house is your house.” Devlin gestures towards the bathroom.
I nod before hurriedly making my way to the restroom and locking myself inside. Safely away from them, I feel like I can think again. I stare at my reflection in the mirror, wondering what in the hell I got myself into.
Earlier today, I was fantasizing about these two men. They both want me. I should be elated, but somehow I'm so unsure.
I take a deep breath and shake it out. “Get it together, Rose. Just because they're gorgeous and willing and you're horny doesn't mean you have to jump into bed with them tonight. If this is really what they want—what you want—then it's worth waiting and taking the time to get to know each other.
“You'll go out there, thank them for the lovely evening and leave. Then in the coming days, you'll see what happens. If this is real—if it's meant to be—things will fall into place. If it's not, then they'll fizzle out. You've got this. Just stick to your guns and everything will be alright.”
I hold my head up high, my confidence solidified. It is time to make my escape. I've lingered long enough and if I stay any longer, there's only one way things can go, and I definitely don't want that.
With new resolve, I wash my hands and walk out of the bathroom with my game plan cemented in my mind. As soon as my eyes land on Gareth standing by the sofa without a shirt on, though, my brain gets completely scrambled. At that moment, I know I've lost to lust. If either one of them hits on me again, anything goes.
CHAPTER SIX
GARETH
“Things are going well though you could lay off of the creeping a bit. I think you're scaring her away.” I wait until Rose is the bathroom with the door closed before I speak. I gaze across the empty space at Devlin. He's still sitting with his arm lounged across the back of the sofa, looking pleased with himself as usual.
“They are going well. I think she might be the one.” His eyes stay fixed on the bathroom door.
“I think so too.” I nod, glancing down at my lap. My cock is rock hard, straining against my cutoffs. I've had an erection ever since the three of us came to sit together on the sofa—ever since I felt Rose's warm, milky white thigh press against mine. How could I not get turned on by being so close to such an amazing creature?
When she first came over, I was afraid that things would quickly fizzle out. She seemed timid, like she was entering into enemy territory. Devlin immediately poured her a glass of wine, though, and by the time she was halfway through it, we were all talking and laughing like we'd known each other for years. Everything just fell into place—felt so right. Since then, I've been obsessing over her smile, loving the sound of her laughter, watching her eyes shimmer. Of course, I've been noticing other parts of her too. The way her chest rises and falls when she breathes, the sway of her hips when she walks. I want her so badly that it almost hurts, but I know not to press her boundaries. More than anything, I don't want to scare her away. Devlin is taking a more aggressive approach.
“We can't fuck this up,” I tell him.
“We're not going to.” He doesn't even look at me.
“What you're thinking is going to happen tonight is not going to happen.” I raise an eyebrow at him in warning.
“Oh, yes it is. She's so close to caving.” A toothy grin spreads across his face.
“You're reading this wrong,” I sigh.
“I'm not. Trust me. I've got a plan.” His gaze finally leaves the door, and he leans forward to grab my nearly empty glass of wine from the coffee table.
“What plan?” I give him a quizzical look.
Without another word, he dumps the contents of the glass onto the front of my shirt.
I'm on my feet in an instant, my temper flaring. “What in the hell, man?”
“Take your shirt off.” Devlin quickly sets the glass back down.
The door to the bathroom opens, and I feel confused, rushed and a bit panicked.
Devlin shoots back into his seat like he never moved at all. He looks up at me, eyes wide while he mouths the words again. I'm not sure what his game plan is, but I decide to follow it, pulling my shirt off and tossing it onto the arm of the sofa before checking my chest to see how much of the wine seeped through onto my skin.
Rose walks out of the bathroom and pauses for a moment, standing there staring at me with a blank expression.
“Dude, you're such a klutz,” Devlin chastises me before turning his attention to Rose. “Look at this guy, spilling wine all over himself.”
It takes everything in me not to glare at him. He could have spilled wine on himself, but he didn't want to look clumsy. I'm not sure how he thinks that making me seem like a slob is going to charm Rose into wanting to be with us.
“Do you need a towel?” Her eyes shift toward the kitchen and her cheeks flush with color.
“Yeah, that would be great.” Devlin smiles at her.
As she diverts to the kitchen to rummage through the drawers for a towel, I look down at Devlin, completely befuddled about what's going on. The question is in my eyes, but he doesn't answer me. He keeps his focus on Rose, watching her as she moves.
She returns with a dishtowel, holding it out to me. I reach to take it, but Devlin stands and intervenes. For several seconds, the moment seems forced, probably because it is. He takes her hand with the towel in it and pulls her forward, wiping down my chest.
Our eyes lock, and warmth and desire pulse through me. I fear that she'll look away, but she doesn't. Her cheeks are rosy pink, but her gaze goes dark with secret yearnings.
Devlin pulls the towel from her hand, then he presses her palm o
nto my bare skin, over my heart. I wonder if she can feel how fiercely it's beating. I'm nervous but confident. This was the trap all along. We have her right where we want her. Now it's my job to seal the deal. The pressure is on. If I mess this up, it's all over.
I place my hand on top of hers, and Devlin withdraws his. My gaze falls to the fullness of Rose's lips. They're parted slightly, ready for my kiss. How I want to kiss her.
I hold my breath and lean in, half expecting her to pull away. It's such a delicate situation. Devlin might feel certain that she wants this, but I'm not.
As if reading my fear, Rose jerks her head back a little. A ball of snakes wind in my stomach, spitting their poison and filling me with the bile of reject. She turns and looks at Devlin. I watch him in my peripheral vision, trying to see their exchange. He simply nods. Then she returns her attention to me, and I know that the opportunity isn't lost.
I step in and slide a hand around the curvature of her hip, drawing her closer. Timidness returns to her eyes, but she doesn't pull away. When I lean in this time, there's no resistance. My lips meet hers, tasting their sweetness, and I know that we've won.
CHAPTER SEVEN
ROSE
What am I doing?
This is exactly what I said I wouldn't do. It's too late now though. My hormones bowled me over the second I stepped out of the bathroom and saw Gareth standing there shirtless. He looked like something from my own personal fantasy collection. Maybe because he is. I've pleasured myself to thoughts of being with him—thoughts of being with both of them—before.
Now here they are looking dreamy. Here we all are. And the alcohol has gone straight to my vagina. Past my head, melting me into a puddle of wanton desire.
Maybe I could have held my resolve if I hadn't touched him. But the second that my hand felt the wall of hard muscle beneath the towel...that was the end of me. Or was it when Devlin took the towel away? Or maybe it was the way that Gareth looked at me. His expression was so earnest, so full of adoration. I don't think it matters anymore. When he kissed me, it was over.
And now I'm lost in his lips. In the feel of his hands on my body. In the headiness of his cologne. In knowing that Devlin is standing only a few feet away and I'm going to get to kiss him too.
This is so wrong, but I can't stop it. Even if they're just playing me and I end up emotionally destroyed afterward, I want to feel this—want to know what it's like to be with two beautiful men at the same time.
Can I even handle both of them at once? I guess I'm about to find out.
Gareth's mouth is hot against mine. He's holding me like he doesn't want to let me go—like he doesn't want to share.
I slide a hand around the back of his neck, my fingertips gliding into the hair at his nape while I stand on tiptoe to deepen the kiss. He tastes like wine and trouble. I don't care anymore though. I want trouble. Double trouble.
Devlin steps up to cage me between them. He brushes my hair away from my neck and kisses me there, sending a shiver of pleasure coursing through my body. I moan softly into Gareth's mouth only seconds before I feel Devlin's hand on my cheek, turning my head so that I can kiss him as well.
I reciprocate fully, smirking slightly at the differences in the way that they kiss. Gareth's lips were sweet and accommodating, passionate but gentle. Devlin is all aggression. His tongue darts into my mouth, battling for space. Touching and teasing and claiming.
Gareth boldly cups my breasts, and my nipples turn into rocks. His face dips to my cleavage, his tongue trailing a path there. I tilt my head and press back against Devlin's dick to feel it grow. He's big, and I can't wait to have him inside of me. Can't wait to have both of them inside of me.
I nip at Devlin's bottom lip, giving it a gentle tug before pulling away from the kiss. “Should we take this to the bedroom?”
“But I'm having so much fun right here.” Devlin slides his hand down the front of my dress, gripping the hem and hiking it up.
I purse my lips, wanting to pout until I feel his fingers creeping up my thigh towards my underwear. Gareth caresses my cheek, stealing my attention. He leans in to kiss me again, and I acquiesce.
My body is on fire from sensation. My core is so hot that I'm worried I might burn Devlin when his hand finally reaches it.
He slips his fingers beneath my panties, brushing softly across the strip of hair on my mound. I tense up for a moment, thinking about how fast everything is moving. This was completely unexpected. Or maybe it wasn't. Perhaps I had secretly hoped it would happen all along. Still, there's the tiniest bit of hesitation, but I'm beyond the point where it matters anymore. There's no going back.
Gareth's hands reach around me to unzip the back of my dress. It's such a smooth move, I hardly even realize it's happening since his lips never leave mine. When I open my eyes, the look he's giving me is strangely soothing, and I feel like everything will be okay if I let them do this—that I can trust them with my body.
Devlin backs off for a moment to slide my dress down my body. Part of me is discontent that he didn't touch me more, but I know it's coming. They're both too aroused to stop now. And so am I.
I feel like a doll, standing there while they undress me the rest of the way. Gareth slips my panties down over my hips while Devlin unclasps my bra. And then I'm naked. Naked and vulnerable with two of the most handsome men I've ever seen.
“This is hardly fair,” I purr as they cage me in again, their hands wandering everywhere, making my skin prickle.
“I think it's plenty fair,” Devlin whispers over my shoulder.
“I'm completely naked, and you boys are both mostly clothed.” I reach around to caress his face, dragging my fingers across the thin layer of stubble on his jaw.
“We can change that.” Devlin quickly pulls his shirt off to please me.
“We should take this to the bedroom.” Gareth nods towards the master bedroom.
“I agree.” I trace a path down the middle of his chest with my index finger. Down, down it goes, following the valley of his stomach until it reaches his belt. His cock is straining hard against his shorts. I can't wait for him to take them off so that I can see it. My mouth is already salivating at the thought of sucking him off.
“As the lady wishes.” Devlin turns to walk away, and Gareth offers me his hand, following Devlin into the master bedroom.
Each step I take makes my heart beat faster. I knew there was no going back when I allowed them to get me naked, but being in the bedroom with them adds another layer of realness to this. They're both going to fuck me, and this is going to be a night that I'll never forget for the rest of my life.
Gareth leads me to the bed, and I sit down on the side of it, my eyes flitting to Devlin while he takes off his pants. Need races through me as they peel their clothes off until they're both naked, cocks fully erect and impressive. So much hard muscle and firm length and deliciousness.
“Come here,” I beckon to them, holding my hands out to my sides. I want to wrap my arms around them, kiss their stomachs, suck their dicks. It's so dirty and wrong, but I want it so badly.
Gareth comes to me, but Devlin bends slightly to grab my legs, putting them up on the bed and climbing up behind me. I follow through with my plan, wrapping my hand around Gareth's ass. He feels so solid, like he's chiseled out of stone. My eyes stay fixed on his manhood, my mouth ravenous for him. I pull him to me, my tongue flicking out to tease the tip of his cock. He hisses in pleasure, his eyes hooded with lust.
“Fuck, you're so hot,” Devlin tells me. “If we had known you'd be like this, we would have come over the day that we moved in.” He slides his hands between my thighs and pries them open, making me bow my legs. “I want to taste you so badly.”
A blush creeps across my cheeks at how exposed I am, but all modesty was out the window long ago. This is me in my most primal state, ready to be fucked.
I drag the blade of my tongue up and down Gareth's shaft. He tastes clean, like soap and skin and sex.
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nbsp; His hand crawls down my collarbone, then further to grope one of my breasts. He pinches my nipple, and an electric shock fires all the way down to my core. I latch my lips around him and suck hard, and he groans in abandonment, sweet music to my ears.
Devlin pulls me roughly to him, and I feel the heat of his breath dance over my clit, making it throb to life. The sensation is followed by the wetness of his tongue darting out to stroke my nub. For a second, I think I'm going to climax on contact, but I somehow manage to hold myself together.
“Oh shit,” I pant around Gareth's cock as Devlin licks down my slit.
He pulls apart my folds, making sure he has access to everything. His tongue is skilled and thorough, dancing around my cleft and vibrating there before sliding down into my wetness. It takes everything in me not to writhe against his face. I fist my hand into his dark locks, curling my fingers but not tugging. As if he knows what I want, he goes deeper, wraps his lips around my clit and applies pressure while his tongue taps my pleasure button.
“Oh,” I whimper as an uncontrollable wave of pleasure crashes down on me.
Devlin pushes two fingers into me, thrusting them all the way to the knuckle, and I shatter completely, my pussy clamping around them.
Holy fuck.
I moan, my lips a paralyzed mess on Gareth's cock. He takes control, thrusting in and out of my mouth while I pant and my pussy contracts and Devlin prolongs my pleasure with the slick sweetness of his tongue. It's almost more than I can bear, and I feel kind of guilty that I'm not able to give as much as I'm receiving. If this is really what they want, though, then it's completely amazing. A girl could get used to this.
As soon as my orgasm ebbs, Devlin redirects his focus to my breasts, his hands kneading into them, his fingertips pinching and tweaking my nipples. I loll my tongue out, lost in the bliss of having so much attention. Even though I just climaxed, my clit is still pulsing and throbbing as if it's already gearing up again. I can't believe how alive my body feels from being with them. It's like an endless flow of sexual energy coursing between the three of us.