Make Me

by Charlotte Stein

  Though, of course, it has a little extra meaning now. I don’t think it was just sport fucking between them. I think they … well, I think they’re awfully fond of each other, at the very least. And if that worries me a little, there’s not much I can do about it. I just have to deal with it, up to the point where Tyler hauls me in for a hug, too.

  Oh, we’re going to have some weird Christmases in our future.

  ‘Look at you two,’ he says, like a proud father with his two favourite puppies. ‘My little sex toys.’

  Yeah. Some really, really weird Christmases.

  ‘I thought you wanted to be all respectful of me, and stuff,’ I say, but I do it while nudging his testicles with my left knee, so really, who’s fooling who here?

  ‘If you keep doing that, I totally will be. Little to the right.’

  ‘You like that?’

  ‘I like any part of you that’s touching any part of me.’

  ‘How about now?’ I try, while digging my knee in just a little harder. You know, right between his carelessly spread legs.

  But Tyler stops me in my tracks again. I guess there’s no kink too big, or too small.

  ‘So that’s what you’re into. Well, for the record, Bran likes hair pulling and I enjoy biting. Biting.’

  ‘Really? Did you pull his hair while you fucked him?’

  Both of them turn to look at me, in a way that makes me wish I hadn’t asked. I’m pretty sure the hand-over-the-face, shame-based portion of the evening is over.

  ‘You really asking? Or are we still just fooling around?’ Tyler asks.

  I can’t help noting that he’s got his hand in Bran’s hair, the way he had his hand in mine a moment ago. And Brandon is getting very pink, again. Very foggy-eyed. I think he’s actually rubbing his head back into that slight pressure, after a while of it.

  ‘I’m really asking.’

  ‘You want me to give a demonstration?’

  I can’t say yes. But then again, I can’t say no, exactly. I just watch Brandon’s face for my cue – is he OK with this, or not? Is he bothered, or not? Unfortunate, really, that it’s almost impossible to tell. He doesn’t say red rum, and that’s about it.

  ‘I don’t know,’ I say, because that’s safe. That’s easy. ‘What do you want to do?’

  Tyler seems to consider for a full ten seconds before replying. Which just makes me think he had the answer pre-loaded – probably since the year we all met at university.

  ‘I want you to get him ready for me,’ he says, so that I’m no doubt at all. He’s definitely had that answer pre-loaded since university.

  And I’ve been carrying around some shame or prudery since then, too, because for a long moment I’m paralysed. I’m terrified. I can’t even think of what he means, until he spells the whole thing out, and even then I move on autopilot.

  ‘Go to the end of the bed, Maisie,’ he says. Followed by something worse, something that isn’t for me. It’s for someone else, and yet somehow it buzzes through my body just as strongly.

  ‘Get on your hands and knees, Bran,’ he says, and oh Lord, Bran does. He barely even stops to think about it. He just kind of moans and fumbles around on the bed, the way I did not so long ago.

  Though this time it’s me manhandling someone. I actually put out a hand and steady him when it seems like he might slide sideways off the bed. And the second he’s in some kind of fairly obvious position – on all fours, like an animal, ready to rut – I do other things I didn’t know I was capable of.

  I run one rude hand over the smooth curve of his upturned ass, squeezing as I go – just a little bit. Just enough to make it a grope instead of anything more tame.

  Tame wouldn’t force that groan out of him, I’m sure. Tame wouldn’t persuade him to spread his legs like a whore, before I’ve said anything else.

  Though Tyler goes with it anyway. ‘That’s it,’ he says. ‘Spread those legs. Show her what you’ve got.’

  It’s quite possibly the most arousing thing I’ve ever heard, and I’m not sure why. Is it because it’s a man Tyler’s talking to, rather than a woman? It’s definitely the kind of thing I’m used to hearing applied to some sluttish chick, as opposed to Brandon. Big, hairy, solid Brandon.

  And yet I don’t think it’s that. I’m not even sure it’s the sight of him that arouses me – that long, smooth, pale back, arched for me. The spread of his legs, the spread of his firm, tight ass cheeks, the swell of his swollen balls between.

  No, no. I mean, these things are electrically exciting. But they’re not half as exciting as the hand Tyler’s got in his hair, or the way he turns his best friend’s head, before plundering that neat little mouth with his own.

  That’s right. They make out in front of me.

  And I have no idea how to respond to it. A big part of me sizzles with something like jealousy – thinking of those couple of fucks, of those moments they’ve had together while I stupidly exiled myself – but said jealousy wars with something far stranger. It sets up enemy lines and engages in skirmishes, until I’m just this big mess of resentment and utter, utter arousal.

  They don’t even hold back. It’s not a polite kiss. I see their tongues squirming around each other’s and after a while it’s fairly obvious that Tyler is trying to fuck Brandon’s face. He doesn’t let him come up for air until Bran is gasping for breath and shaking a little, and more than that …

  He definitely wants me to do something to him.

  Definitely. It’s just kind of hard to tell what, because I’m not a guy. I’m pretty sure a guy would know exactly what to do, if he had a person on all fours in front of him and the person on all fours in front of him was rutting back against nothing, just begging to be filled.

  But it’s understandable that I’m less certain – I don’t have anything to fill him with. I don’t even have a dildo or a handy vegetable of some type. I’ve just got my own paltry little fingers, and a complete lack of lube, and this feeling in my chest like I’m about to burst.

  I don’t know, I don’t know, I can’t, I think, even if other people are sure I can.

  ‘What are you waiting for?’ Tyler asks, as though I’m knelt in front of something far less threatening, like a swing set. Go on, Maisie. Get on the swing. ‘Lick him. Lick that tight little asshole of his.’

  Disappointing, really, that I can’t seem to go for it. I just kneel there, half shivering, unsure – head full of all the ways this could go wrong. What if I don’t do it right? What if he doesn’t like it?

  What if he moans for me to do it, thirty seconds after Tyler’s suggested it?

  Because he does. He ruts back against me and fists his hands in the sheets, then practically tells me to do it. I’ve got two guys ordering me around, it seems, though I’m struggling to obey either. I close my eyes and fumble forwards, heart pounding.

  Then I lick, quick and sharp, between the cheeks of his ass, and at the same time he makes a sound like someone drowning, and after that I’m lost.

  I can’t be anything else. I want him to make that sound again and, when he does, I do a whole bunch of things I didn’t know I was capable of. I use my hands to spread his cheeks wider, for one – so that I can really get in there and rub the slick tip of my tongue over his clenched tight hole.

  Which he seems to appreciate. ‘Yeah, yeah,’ he tells me. ‘Just like that.’

  But he doesn’t mean just like that at all. He means do more, and I know he does because the moment I do he shudders for me. He groans and says my name and presses his face into Tyler’s chest, and suddenly it’s much easier to work on him. Easier, but a touch more embarrassing – especially when Tyler asks what it is I’m doing.

  I’m eating his pussy, I think at him, deliriously, but thankfully Brandon’s there to supply some sanity.

  ‘She’s fucking me with her tongue,’ he says, which I suppose is true. I’m certainly not hanging around any more. I’m tasting him – all earthy and salt-sweet, and not like I expected at all. I
thought I’d get a lewd reminder of this nasty thing I’m doing, but instead it’s just unbearably hot and Brandon’s squirming and saying things like ‘Uhhh you’re making me so hard.’

  Which only pushes me on. I spit wetly over that now glistening hole, and when Tyler says something unforgivably rude like ‘Try him out for me’ – as though Brandon really is his sex toy, moaning and shivering and ready to be used – I don’t hesitate. I take the bottle of lube he passes me, and make a real mess with it between the spread cheeks of Brandon’s ass.

  Then I do the same to myself. I get it all down me and all over my hands, to the point where Tyler stops focusing on Brandon’s ass and the mouth Brandon’s pressing wetly to his chest, and starts focusing on me.

  ‘Yeah,’ he tells me, and I note that he’s stroking his thick ruddy cock while he does so. ‘Oil your tits for me. Get yourself all slippery.’

  And I do. I work that slickness all over my stiff nipples and between my legs, and by the time I’m done I feel the way I look.

  Wanton. Too turned on to bear it. My clit is standing stiff again, ready to be stroked, while my head fills with every variation we could try. Tyler could fuck Brandon and I could fuck him and he could fuck me and I could suck this as he sucks that and … oh, I don’t even know what my pronouns are referring to any more.

  There could be seven other men in here with me. It feels like there are seven other men when Tyler talks.

  ‘Just ease in slow, slow,’ he says, voice like a hum that burrows beneath my skin. He makes it so easy, just as Brandon said. All I have to do is lean into his words and urge my slippery finger against Brandon’s asshole, and I’m there.

  I’m fucking into his astonishingly smooth and far too tight passage without even really trying. And, Lord, you can tell he likes it. It’s obvious right off, before I’ve squirmed another finger in and found something that makes him jerk and gasp and lurch towards Tyler’s erection.

  He likes all of it: the feel of something stretching him and twisting against that tight ring of muscle; the knowledge that it’s me, exploring him; and, of course, the stiff cock Tyler then offers him.

  ‘You want it?’ Tyler asks, and I echo Brandon’s response in my head. Yes. Yes, I want your cock. But I don’t get anything other than a front-row seat, as Brandon licks and laps frantically around the taut, glossy head of Tyler’s heavy cock.

  God, he’s going to split him in two. I know it, before he pushes him away and strides around the bed, that thick slab of meat still in his hand.

  ‘That’s enough, Maisie,’ he says, but it’s not the same sort of command he’s been offering to date. This one’s rough and guttural – impatient, I think. And I’m sure of it when he takes my place between Brandon’s legs.

  He’s breathing too hard – obviously so. And he doesn’t just stroke and then slowly sink in. He gets hold of Bran’s thighs and yanks until Bran’s face is in the duvet, and all the while Bran’s making these noises. These desperate, horny sorts of noises, that only emphasise what’s going to happen to him. He’s got his ass in the air and Tyler’s scissoring his fingers in that place I barely dared touch – it’s really pretty clear, without anyone saying.

  But Tyler does anyway. He always does. I think he likes a running commentary, as much as he likes the act itself.

  ‘You ready to take my cock, slut?’ he asks, then follows it with something even better: ‘Tell Maisie how much you want it.’

  I mean … seriously. Does Brandon have to do that? I think I’m going to pass out if Brandon goes ahead and does that while Tyler looks and looks at me with those sultry eyes. He has a hand on Brandon’s back and, as I hold my breath and wait for the words, he strokes a hand down over the body in front of him, like he’s posing it to its best advantage.

  He wants me to enjoy it, I think. He wants me to feel included. And I’m proven right, a moment later. Brandon groans ecstatically that it’s true, that he can’t wait to be filled, and once Tyler is satisfied with his enthusiasm he says to me: ‘Watch. Come here and watch.’

  And I do. I almost collapse right into him I’m leaning over so hard, but that’s OK. As he works that big cock of his into Brandon’s resisting ass, he tilts sideways, and kisses the curve of my jaw, my cheek, my throat. He kisses every single place that won’t impede his view of him spreading Bran open.

  And I’ve got to appreciate that. He’s a real gentleman when it comes to kinky sex stuff.

  ‘You like that?’ he says, and for the first time I actually know what to tell him right off. I don’t feel as though I’m intruding, or like he’s talking around me. The words just come out in a rush, over the top of Brandon’s excited moans.

  ‘I love it,’ I murmur. ‘I love seeing you take him.’

  I think of that word over and over: ‘take’, as Tyler tells me more.

  ‘He’s so tight. I can hardly ease my way in.’

  ‘Yeah, yeah. Go on,’ I say, but I make a fatal mistake when I do. I completely forget all of those curve balls Tyler’s so fond of.

  ‘Are you this tight, baby?’ he purrs and, as he lets the words slide out – so innocent sounding, so simple, really – he runs a hand down over my ass to give it a playful little squeeze.

  He pushes one slippery little finger down into the cleft between, rubbing and stroking, until I burn an even brighter red than I already am. My body glows and everything tingles there, viciously, when he presses firmly over one particular spot.

  And then he spells it out. ‘Ever had someone, there?’ he asks, and I’m ashamed – though not for obvious reasons. I’m not really all that mortified over him touching me there, or that he’s doing it as he slowly slides his dick back and forth in Brandon’s tight ass. I’m not even particularly fussed that Bran has started moaning things like ‘Oh yeah, use me, fill me up.’ No – I’m really more concerned that Brandon, uptight dork extraordinaire, has had anal sex before I have. And I just can’t admit that.

  ‘Yes,’ I say, but I don’t know why I bother.

  Brandon is currently getting reamed so thoroughly he can barely move from the position he’s in, trapped between Tyler’s big hands and the bed and that cock pumping roughly in and out. And yet he still manages to gasp out, ‘She’s lying.’

  Apparently, I’m so obvious that a man whose cock is now making wet trails on the duvet can tell when I’m being dishonest. And another man – one who is shuddering over the feel of his swollen cock in another man’s ass – knows it, too.

  Tyler laughs, in spite of the squirming and rutting Brandon’s now doing – so jerky and eager and delicious looking – and gives it to me straight: ‘Did that ass fucking you supposedly took happen in your head, while you were masturbating?’

  I get a flash of the last time I fantasised about something like that. Three men looming over me … or was it four? Then all of them filling every hole I have, all at once. Most of them moaning about how they were going to pump me full of hot come, soon, that my ass was so sweet and tight and my mouth so hot and wet.

  It’s pretty embarrassing, and worse – I think Tyler can read it on my face.

  ‘We could do what you asked for, you know,’ he says, and then I’m sure he can read it on my face. I somehow secretly told him about my desire for a five-way, with some anonymous grunts. ‘Only … more like … Brand gets fucked in the ass, first … and then you second.’

  Or maybe he just wants to offer something that makes Bran briefly panic.

  ‘Are you serious? Ty, hold on a minute. Just hold on,’ he tries, though his efforts are somewhat in vain. He turns his head so we can both see him, and there’s absolutely no strength in his expression. He looks dazed, red-faced … ‘She’s too small,’ he says.

  These words are followed by an obvious moan of excitement and I can’t really tell if it is the feel of Tyler pounding into him that makes him cry out, or that one electric thought:

  I’m too small. He’s a monster; he’ll split me in two. He’ll get me like this on the bed – t
wo hands on my upturned ass, pushing down hard until everything opens for him. And then he’ll shove that cock of his in, again and again and again, like a fucking piston until I die of it. Oh God, let me die of it.

  I think Brandon might be dying of it.

  ‘Oh yeah, he’s gonna come,’ Tyler says, and though I want to ask him how he knows I’m inclined to agree. The sounds Bran’s making are almost unearthly, and he’s shoving most of them into the hunk of forearm he’s biting down on. Plus, I’m pretty sure I can see how tightly he’s clenching around that thick length, before Tyler expands on this point.

  ‘Yeah, that’s it,’ he says. ‘Squeeze me off, slut. Show Maisie how much you love it. You want to come in her mouth, huh?’

  Oh God, yes please, oh please, let him come in my mouth, my mind babbles, but it needn’t worry. Tyler’s got it all under control.

  ‘Here, come on – get up. Get back here,’ he says. He shoves a hand into Brandon’s hair and yanks him up onto his knees – so I can see everything clearly. I take in the gleaming slope of Brandon’s torso, and the curve of his neck as he arches back into Tyler’s body … and, of course, his fit-to-bursting cock.

  Lord, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone as hard and stiff and red as his curving dick looks. It’s almost kissing his belly, and the second I see it I ache to take it in my mouth. I actually ache. He needs some relief, I think – all that fucking, with nowhere to go. Only somehow, I’ve caught the wrong end of the stick again.

  Tyler doesn’t want me to suck Bran off until he comes. Oh no no no.

  He wants me to watch, as Brandon goes completely rigid and makes a sound like someone straining up an immense hill, and then finally, oh finally … His cock jerks once, twice, as it spurts a thick streamer of come all over the duvet.

  And it doesn’t stop there either. Tyler even gets the chance to grin at me and tell me ‘Told you so,’ in the middle of the century-long orgasm Brandon’s currently going through. I didn’t realise a man could come like that, so hard and so extensively and with nothing touching his cock, but he can and he does and, once he’s almost done, I lean down to let him finish in my mouth.