by Cassie Cole
“I find it hard to believe that both of you are totally fine sharing me.”
Max shrugged. “I mean, I guess I’d rather have you to myself. But I’d also rather share you than not have you at all.”
Finn jerked a thumb at him. “This guy is cocky because he thinks he can win you over.”
“I know I can,” Max said simply.
Finn barked a laugh.
“How adventurous are you in the bedroom?” Max asked. He lowered his voice and said, “Kat and I have done butt stuff.”
“Butt stuff!” Finn blurted out.
The couple at the table next to us looked over. I quickly drank more of my beer to cover up my blush.
Finn leaned forward on the table. “I didn’t know you were into that!” he whispered.
“Neither did I!” I said quickly. “I had never done it before.”
Max leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, a big smile on his face.
“How about we stop talking about those specifics in public,” I said. “Just because you two are fine with sharing me doesn’t mean I want you comparing notes behind my back.”
“We’re not,” Finn pointed out. “We’re comparing notes to your face.”
The waiter returned to our table. “Well then! Are the three of you ready to order food, or perhaps an appetizer…?”
“Dude, read the table,” Finn said dryly. “We’re in the middle of something.”
Max sat up. “Actually, I’d kill for the pork bun appetizer. And the chips and queso. Oh, and the chicken satay skewers.”
The waiter disappeared. We both stared at Max.
“I’m starving,” he said defensively. “Did either of you escape from Alcatraz today? Didn’t think so.”
Finn spread his meaty palms. “So, Kat. That’s where things stand. We can forget and forgive everything up to this point, but from now on we need complete honesty.”
“About everything,” Max added. “Even if it means you realize you want to start dating a dashing triathlete exclusively.”
“Or a state champion weightlifter,” Finn shot back.
As they teased each other, my relief at the situation began to diminish. Everything seemed fine, but I still hadn’t been totally honest with them. And if there was ever a time to admit things, now was it.
“There’s something I need to tell you both.”
I spent the next few minutes coming clean with them about Brody. How we started dating, and took things really slow. They were both quite tense at learning there was a third man, until I reached the part about how it turned out he worked for Pacifica.
“It’s all over now, obviously,” I finished. “But in the interest of transparency, I wanted you both to know.”
“Goddamn,” Finn said. “So all this time, the data analysis and market research he was working on was related to Pacifica Vinyl?”
“Forget that,” Max said. “He knew he was essentially destroying your business, and he still tried his hardest to win the points contest? The least he could have done was slow down and let you win.”
I laughed bitterly. “I hadn’t thought about it from that angle.”
Finn’s fingers tightened into a fist. “I can’t believe I helped train him. You want us to get him kicked out of the gym? I bet we can find a reason. Maybe I saw him taking photos of other members.”
“I’ll claim that he pees in the pool,” Max offered. “That’s the worst kind of person.”
I shook my head. “Your enthusiasm is sweet, but you don’t need to go to that degree.” I glanced at Finn. “Although your idea of burning Pacifica to the ground is sounding more and more tempting.”
He pounded the table. “Arson solves all problems!”
We laughed and tossed ideas around until the food came.
“Okay, suppose we’re all cool with the idea of sharing me,” I said while we nibbled on our food. “How does it work when we’re all together? Like tonight? Do I sleep in your bed, Max, since I slept in Finn’s last night?”
The two of them looked at each other. Finn grinned.
“Actually, we have an idea about that. If you’re up for it.”
37
Katherine
We finished eating while chatting about other topics, but all I could think about was what they planned to do to me when we got back to our hotel.
They couldn’t be serious. Could they?
As we walked home, the three of us arm-in-arm, I felt self-conscious about it all. Were the other pedestrians looking at us funny? What about the homeless guy on the corner? Then there was the bellhop in the hotel lobby. He surely could tell what we were about to do. It must have been plastered on my face for anyone to see.
Even the old lady in the elevator seemed to eye us with suspicion as she got off on her floor.
Finn opened our room and held the door for me. I entered the room numbly. I kept my face blank, but on the inside I was tingling with anticipation. The same feeling I got when I was in line for a roller coaster. I was almost there, but it wasn’t too late to chicken out.
Then Finn kissed me.
His mouth tasted like hoppy beer and salty food, but I moaned the moment his lips touched mine. His strong arms surrounded me as they always did, a comforting blanket of muscle that made me melt into his embrace, safe from all the troubles of the world. Nothing could ever hurt me so long as I remained there in his arms.
We kissed, and fondled each other, and then he pulled away.
Now it was Max’s turn. He stepped in smoothly like a square dancer switching partners, cupping my lower back with one hand and my cheek with the other while jamming his tongue into my mouth. He was needier than Finn, more forceful with his kiss. Like he had been desperate for me all day during his race, and now that I was here he couldn’t stop himself.
The two different styles from my lovers complimented each other perfectly, and I was a puddle in their arms as they swapped me back and forth with kisses.
Finally Finn picked me up and placed me on the edge of the bed. He hiked up my dress and then pulled off my soaking panties. He wrapped his arms around my legs and spread me wide. The hotel air was cold on my dripping-wet pussy. Finn fixed that by lowering his head into me, tasting me with his lips and tongue, smothering his entire face into my pussy until I moaned and gasped and arched my back.
Behind his hulking, muscular body, Max began undressing slowly. He unbuttoned his cuffs, the left and then the right, before moving to the buttons on his chest. One by one they came loose, revealing his bare chest underneath. He wasn’t massive with muscle like Finn, but he was incredibly lean and chiseled in his own way, and the lines and grooves of his muscles stood out in the darkness more than normal.
I drank in the sight of him unbuckling his belt while Finn continued drinking me in, tongue swirling and sucking around my clit. This was really happening. I was about to have a threesome.
Max’s cock sprang out of his boxers as he removed his last item of clothing. He was already rock-hard, and the tip glistened with pre-come. I pushed up to my elbows and curled my finger to beckon him over to the bed.
He needed no other convincing. He crawled onto the bed and took charge, pushing me flat on my back and then guiding his cock into my mouth. I opened wide for him, eager to please him. Eager to take his cock as deep into my throat as I could. I moaned around his thick manhood and he moaned with me, tilting his head back in an animal noise.
Still busy with his face buried in my pussy, Finn, hummed happily.
It was everything I ever could have dreamed. Two men at the same time. A tongue in my pussy and a dick in my mouth. Just thinking about what was happening was every bit as hot as the action itself.
I’m having a threesome.
Finn gave my pussy a final kiss and rose. Unlike Max, he undressed quickly, pulling his polo shirt over his head in a way that showcased every muscle from his waist to his neck. He kicked his jeans off, revealing his own rock-hard dick. He rubbed my pu
ssy with his hand, coating it in my juices, then stroked the tip of his cock. Lubricating himself.
Then he grabbed both of my legs and thrust forward.
I was so wet that he slid all the way inside with ease, despite his wide girth. I let out a cry of surprise and pleasure that was muffled by Max’s dick in my mouth. Finn exhaled slowly, turned his gaze down to my body, and grinned.
As Finn began to fuck me, Max grabbed a handful of my hair and shoved his cock deeper into my mouth, thrusting with his hips. I moaned loudly as he fucked my face faster and faster, his grip tightening on my hair.
I thought he was going to come, shooting his load down my throat, but just before he did he suddenly pulled my head off of his cock. “That’s not where I want to come,” he announced, sliding his cock back into my mouth and then removing it again.
I tried to ask where he wanted to come, but Finn’s jack-hammering in my pussy was filling me with so much pleasure that the only word that came out was a ragged, “Where?”
Max leaned down and kissed me. “You’ll have to wait to see.”
He lowered his head to my breast and took one of my nipples into his mouth. All thoughts disappeared from my mind as new lightning bolts of ecstasy shot through my body, causing me to arch my back like I was performing a bench press. Slowly I sighed back into the bed’s comforter. With every passing second their dual-love was filling my body with warmth, a rising tide of pleasure that was soon going to drown me until I gasped and squirmed.
Finn’s grip on my legs tightened. “Oh God, Kat…”
“Yes,” I begged. “Harder, fuck me harder…”
We cried out together as Finn jammed his cock as deep inside me as he could, spasming and trembling as he came. My orgasm was only moments behind his, and I clenched my pussy lips around him as if I never wanted his manhood to leave me.
Max kissed me on the lips. “My turn,” he said deeply.
I felt hollow as Finn exited me, then joined me on the bed. He French-kissed me while Max took his place between my legs, sliding the tip of his cock up and down between my lips. I heard another noise, one that was familiar in a strange way, but Finn’s tongue danced with mine and distracted me.
Then Max’s fingers rubbed my pussy, up and down… And then continued lower.
“Oh!” I gasped.
His fingers circled my tight backdoor, coating it in lubrication. That’s what I had heard: his bottle of lube opening and then closing again.
“Let us know if this is too much for you,” Finn said.
Max chuckled lustily. “She can handle it. Isn’t that right?”
I bit my lip and nodded. I could handle it, I thought, but I was beginning to doubt. There was a big difference—literally big, as in size—between the butt plug we had been playing with and his actual cock.
“Try to relax,” Finn said as he kissed me again. He caressed my cheek, callused fingers more gentle than they should have been. “He’ll go slow.”
I tensed as Max guided his cock down, over my clit and between my pussy lips… And then lower. His head pressed against my asshole. A pang of nervousness ran through my body. There was no way he could fit. His cock was so big…
And then, all of a sudden, it slipped inside.
I gasped with surprise. The tight ring of my outer entrance closed over the ridge of his penis, holding it there. A wide grin spread on Max’s face.
“There we go. Not so hard, is it?”
I giggled. “Oh, it feels plenty hard.”
Max ran his hands over my legs while Finn kissed me and pawed my breasts. Slowly I began to relax. Then Max slid it deeper inside my ass, more than just the head. Just like when we used a toy, I was aware of the pressure of the object filling my ass, but there was no pain.
“More,” I breathed. “I can handle more.”
I reached between my legs and began rubbing my pussy. Unlike the butt plug, this was Max’s cock sliding deeper into my ass. Somehow, that made it feel so much better. More real.
Especially as Max’s handsome face began to slacken with pleasure.
“Fuck, that’s a tight little ass,” Max groaned as he began to move back and forth. Just an inch at a time.
I rubbed myself faster. “You like that?”
“I do.” Max glanced at Finn. “You’re going to love her ass.”
Finn chuckled as his fingers tightened on my nipple. “I bet I will.”
I moaned loudly as Max began fucking my ass with gusto. His thick cock slid in and out easily. The angle of his thrusts caused his dick to rub against the walls of my pussy from the inside, a sensation that was amazing in a new and exciting way.
Soon my eyes closed against my will and my breathing hastened. It felt so good! So much better than I expected. Especially with Finn tonguing my nipple…
Since he had already fucked my mouth earlier, Max didn’t last very long in my ass. The chiseled lines of his face tensed and he gripped my legs tightly. His emerald eyes widened and locked onto mine as he gasped and panted.
“Oh Kat,” he breathed. “I’m going… to… come…”
“Come in my ass,” I begged, rubbing my pussy faster. “Fill my ass, please…”
A noise escaped his throat that was more animal than human. He pushed his cock as deep inside my ass as he could and then gasped almost painfully as he began to come. His dick twitched and trembled inside my butt, a sensation that was erotic in its own unique way.
I breathed a sigh of relief, and of pleasure, while enjoying the view of him taking what he wanted.
“Told you she could handle it,” he said smugly.
*
We lay in bed after, totally spent—in more ways than one. Max could barely move. He’d had quite the day. In fact, based on the gentle movement of his chest, he might have already been dozing off.
But Finn was awake, stroking my back with his thick fingers. I sighed underneath his touch.
“Okay,” I said. “I like this plan for when we’re all together. Are you sure you guys do too?”
“Why wouldn’t we?” Finn asked softly.
“I don’t know. It’s two of you, at the same time, with me.”
“Exactly,” he replied simply. “That’s what makes it so hot. What’s the problem?”
“I guess I just assumed it would be weird.” I shrugged one shoulder. “For the both of you.”
“It was definitely different,” Finn replied. “But in a good way. I’d do it again.”
Good, I thought. Because I very much wanted to do that again.
My phone vibrated in my purse. “Mmm, too far away,” I mumbled. “Go get it for me?”
“But then I don’t get to see your sexy ass walk across the room,” Finn said deeply.
I kissed him on the chest. “Pretty please? With sugar on top?”
Finn patted me on the back, then slid out of bed. In the dim light of the hotel room, he was an oil painting of muscle come to life. His muscles rippled and twitched as he crossed the room, fished around in my purse, and then found my phone. He tossed it to me on the bed.
I frowned when I saw the number that was calling. “Paul? Is everything okay?”
“It’s the store, bossy-lady,” Paul replied in a rush. “Someone broke in.”
38
Katherine
We landed in Denver around noon on Monday. Max needed to take all his gear home, so Finn offered to drive me straight to the store. I anxiously scanned the storefront as Finn pulled up out front. No windows were broken, and there weren’t signs of forced entry on the door. Everything looked fine.
“Want me to come in?” he asked.
“I can take it from here. Thanks for everything.”
He shrugged his massive shoulders. “Your place was on the way home.”
“I meant for everything this weekend. I’m looking forward to the future.”
He grinned. “Me too.”
We kissed, and then I hopped out of the car.
Paul was helping a custome
r inside. I impatiently stalked around the store while he finished getting them checked out. Nothing appeared stolen, based on our inventory. The register seemed fine.
“Thanks for the business, have a good day, man,” Paul said to the customer. As soon as they were out the door he said, “Hey, boss-lady. How was Cali?”
“Forget that. Tell me what happened!”
He showed me security footage on the computer. We had two cameras: one in the main storefront, and one in the back office. The first video he showed me was in the corner of the main storefront. The sales counter was in the foreground, and the front door was in the background. It was ten o’clock at night, according to the timestamp.
A dark figure moved across the windows outside, then paused at the front door. It looked like they were jiggling the handle to check if it was locked. I expected them to force the door open with a crowbar or something, but then the door opened normally.
“I locked up when I left,” Paul swore. “He must have picked the lock, or something.”
The figure closed the door behind him and stepped inside. He had a slender build and walked slowly, deliberately. Like he was afraid of tripping an alarm. As he neared the camera I saw that he was wearing a dark ski mask.
He went into the back room. Paul closed the video and opened another one. The back office was mostly obscured thanks to all the stacks of boxes for the big sale this week. Only one corner of my desk was visible. The intruder walked behind the desk and disappeared from sight, hidden by a stack of boxes.
“Damnit, what’s he doing?”
“Hell if I know,” Paul replied.
Three minutes went by while the intruder remained behind my desk. Then he came back into view as he exited the room. Paul switched back to the other camera so we could watch the intruder return to the front door. There was nothing in his hands, but he might have had something under the hoodie.
He closed the front door behind him, then disappeared outside.
Paul shook his head. “I got the notification on my phone when the cameras detected motion. I drove straight over, but by then he was gone. That’s when I called you.”