Eric laid on his stomach beside me and trailed his fingers up my arm. “I could use a breather myself.” He kissed my shoulder. “But we are nowhere near done with you.”
“Hope you don’t have any plans tomorrow,” Darren said, laying on my other side. He picked up my hand and kissed the inside of my wrist.
“I may have to call in to work tomorrow myself,” Eric said. He kissed his way down my upper arm. “I doubt I’ll be able to stand after fucking you all night.”
“You guys are going to kill me,” I said.
“Nope, you can’t die,” Darren said, kissing his way up my forearm. “That’s against the rules.”
“Exactly,” Eric said, his lips pausing just above the inside of my elbow. “We have to have someone to decide who won our bet.”
I started to make a smartass retort, but instead gasped as they both, at the exact same time, found the insides of my elbows. Darren planted a long, gentle kiss while Eric made slow circles with the tip of his tongue. My entire body tensed and a shiver rippled through me.
“Oh my God,” I whispered. I had never considered my elbow to be an erogenous zone, but then again, no man had ever given it that kind of attention before.
Eric laughed softly, his hot breath and coarse stubble brushing my skin. He ran his fingertips down my forearm and drew another circle inside my elbow with the tip of his tongue.
Darren kissed my skin again, then drew a circle just like Eric did. My breath caught in my throat and my toes curled. The only way they could have aroused me anymore than they did just then would have been if—
A fingertip brushed over my clit.
“Oh…fuck…” I could barely breathe. Fingers slipped into my pussy. Tongues circled the insides of my elbows. A palm rested against my clit. “Fuck…”
Lips closed around my nipple, then Darren kissed my mouth, drawing my tongue into his mouth as his—or his brother’s, I couldn’t tell—fingers drew lazy, gentle circles around my clit.
Eric pressed his hips against me. I shouldn’t have been surprised that he was already hard again. I shouldn’t have been surprised again when I realized that Darren was too.
I closed my fingers around Eric’s cock, then grinned against Darren’s mouth as they both exhaled sharply. I stroked both of them, squeezing gently, then releasing.
Darren broke the kiss and growled, “Get on your knees.”
I didn’t need him to tell me twice. They both sat back as I got up. I don’t know what Darren had in mind, but as soon as I laid eyes on his fully erect cock, I took over. Before he could suggest otherwise, I had his cock in my mouth. He didn’t protest, just groaned softly and ran his fingers through my hair.
Behind me, a foil packet tore. Seconds later, Eric’s hands were on my hips, and with a quick, hard thrust, he was inside me. I moaned as I licked Darren’s cock. Eric started out slow, taking long, deep strokes, and I mimicked his rhythm on Darren. As Eric picked up speed, so did I.
“Oh fuck, that’s—” Darren gasped as I deep-throated him. “Jesus…”
I thought he moaned, but the “Fuck yes” that followed it was that smoke-sharpened growl that only Eric could make. When he said, “Oh my God, that’s fucking awesome,” it was such a low, throaty sound that I almost felt it rather than heard it.
I rocked back and forth, meeting him thrust for thrust as I sucked and stroked Darren’s cock. I couldn’t tell whose breath caught, who moaned, and it thrilled me, having two men so turned on, not even being able to tell whose lusty, primal sounds were whose.
“Holy fuck, oh my…fuck…I don’t want to stop, but Goddamn, I want to fuck her.”
Eric slowed his rhythm. “I don’t think she’ll object.” He took a few final strokes before withdrawing, and I sat up, stroking Darren’s cock as I raised myself up enough to kiss him briefly.
“You guys are fucking incredible.” I turned towards Eric.
“Likewise,” Eric said, pulling me into a kiss and cupping my breast. I stroked his cock, grinning against his lips as he sucked in a sharp breath.
Darren grasped my hips and gently tugged me towards him. I moved back and dropped down onto my hands and knees again, taking Eric’s cock into my mouth in the same instant that Darren slammed into my pussy. Eric’s fingers tangled in my hair and he held my shoulder with his other hand, as if he was trying to keep his balance.
Behind me, Darren shifted his weight, letting one hand snake around my hip bones while his other supported him on the bed. His thrusts came from the hips now, not withdrawing quite as far but still pounding me hard and fast. The hand on my hip slid farther around and I moaned around Eric’s cock as Darren’s fingers found my clit. His fingers circled my clit at almost the exact same speed that he fucked me.
“So help me God, Darren, if you make her come again…” Eric said with a laugh.
“Not my fault if I have the magic touch,” Darren laughed, his breath brushing against my back and sending a shiver through me. And, as if just out of spite, he fucked me a little harder, worked my clit just a little faster, and I was over the edge.
“All right, it’s war,” Eric said. As soon as I came down from my sixth, eighth or was it my thousandth orgasm of the night, he brought me up to kiss him. Then, he didn’t just lower me to the bed, he threw me onto my back. I whimpered softly as he parted my legs and dipped his head between my thighs. By now, I expected my clit to be hypersensitive, but his touch was soft and gentle, just enough to stimulate but not overstimulate.
Darren laid down beside me and kissed me, running his fingers through my hair.
I’m certain they didn’t know it—they couldn’t have,
short of some sort of brotherly psychic connection—but Darren’s tongue moved against mine in precisely the same way Eric’s moved against my clit: Circling gently, then the other direction, then sliding into my pussy, or farther into my mouth, a few times before going back to the slow, lazy circles.
By the time Eric slipped his fingers into me, I was well on my way to yet another climax. One brush of his fingertips on my G-spot, and I was gone.
Even as I came down from my orgasm, Eric didn’t stop. He backed off, his tongue making only the softest, slowest, gentlest contact with my clit, his fingers still pressing against my G-spot, but he didn’t stop. Darren kissed me in exactly the same manner, just barely letting his tongue slip between my lips. The contact was just enough to keep the aftershocks of my orgasm thrumming through me, but not over stimulate.
Eric’s tongue moved a little faster. His fingers moved almost imperceptibly against my G-spot. Darren’s kiss deepened. The room spun and that familiar white light crept into my vision.
I broke the kiss with Darren just long enough to moan, “Oh…fuck…” And oblivion took over once again.
As it tapered off this time, I begged Eric to stop, afraid there would be nothing left of my clit if he kept going.
“That was one,” Darren said.
Eric kissed my inner thigh just before he pushed himself up. “That was two.”
“One of you…” I trailed off, trying to get my thoughts in order, trying to enunciate with a tongue that was sticking to the roof of my mouth. I closed my eyes and wetted my lips.
“Yes?” Darren—maybe Eric, hell, I couldn’t tell—said.
I tried again. “One of you…I don’t care which…” I licked my lips again. “Get a condom on. Now.”
They both started for the nightstand, but I stopped Darren. He looked down at me, ready to ask what was wrong, but the only thing that came out was a sharp breath as I wrapped my hand around his cock. He ran his fingers through my hair and groaned softly as I took him into my mouth.
Eric’s hands slid around my hips and a second later, he was inside me. I rocked back and forth in time with his thrusts, fucking both men, one with my mouth, one with my pussy, letting myself get completely lost in the most incredible sex I’d ever imagined. All along, they’d both fucked me like they knew my body better than they knew their
own, and having them together was so deliriously perfect, I wouldn’t have cared if the world had ended right then and there.
“Oh God,” Eric’s throaty growl brought me back into reality. His fingers dug into my hips. “Oh…fuck…” I rocked against him, harder and faster, and was rewarded with a deep, satisfying roar as he pulled me against him and came. I couldn’t move my hips away from his grasp, so I squeezed him with my pussy as his cock pulsed inside me. He moaned, struggling to breathe, making almost the same sound he’d said he so loved to hear me make, as if he wanted to cry out, but couldn’t.
After a moment, he released my hips and withdrew, releasing a ragged breath. “Jesus Christ,” he said. “I need a smoke after that.” He paused. Then, with a smirk in his voice, he said, “I assume you two don’t mind if I leave you alone for a few minutes?”
“Take your time,” Darren said.
Eric laughed, grabbed his jeans off of the floor, and stepped out. Darren pulled me up so that he could kiss me, sliding his hand between us and gently fingering me. “I hope your pussy isn’t worn out yet.”
“Not yet,” I said. “Just be gentle.”
“That I can do.” He kissed me and went for a condom. He quickly put it on and laid over me, kissing me. For a moment, we just kissed, holding each other, our mouths never breaking contact until he pushed into me. He moved slowly, his eyes locked on mine. He smiled. “You’re really a different woman than you were when we started this.”
I smiled back, running my fingertips gently over his shoulders and rolling my hips in time with his slow strokes. “Is that a good thing?”
“Absolutely.” He kissed me, barely moving inside me as we just held each other. After all of the wild, bed-breaking sex we’d had since he and Eric came into my bedroom, we were both more than content with a gentle, lazy pace for a change.
I whispered, “It really doesn’t bother you that Eric and I have been sleeping together?” I was amazed that just saying the words didn’t bother me at all.
He shook his head. “If it did, I wouldn’t have agreed to this.”
“Good point,” I said. He laughed and kissed me, moving just a little more inside me, just enough to take my breath away.
“The Marisa I took to bed a few months ago never would have been ballsy enough to ask for any of this,” he said, moving slowly. “But I knew you had it in you.”
I moaned a little. “You did?”
He nodded, his breath catching. “I knew that once you came out of your shell, you’d be incredible and insatiable.”
“I owe you,” I said, kissing him and gasping as he took a deep, hard stroke. “Jesus Christ, Darren.”
“You don’t owe me a thing,” he said, his voice tightening as he moved faster. “I’ve been wanting this for years.”
Trying to focus on him, on his words, I blinked. “You, what?”
“I’ve wanted you since I met you.” He exhaled, groaning softly, struggling to keep eye contact. “And I knew that if I ever had you, it would be incredible.” He paused, his lips parting and his eyes closing. He was fucking me faster now, harder, his deep thrusts punctuating his speech. “And I was right. But I never imagined you’d— Oh fuck, Marisa, oh my God…”
“Tell me,” I said, struggling to focus on him, on his words, as his speed increased with every stroke. I knew he was having trouble speaking, and I loved it, I loved having that effect on him. I loved knowing that he’d wanted me all along, just as I’d wanted him. “Tell me, Darren.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but faltered. Dipping his head, he kissed my neck, releasing hot, unsteady breaths against my skin. Then he raised his head and growled, “I never imagined just how fucking hot it would be.”
I wetted my lips, rolling my hips in time with his rapid strokes. My tongue refused to cooperate and the words lodged in my throat. Instead, I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him down to kiss me, moaning against his lips as he kept pounding me. He broke the kiss with a throaty groan. We both tried to speak, failed, gave up. The time for talking was over. What needed to be said had been said. What we needed now couldn’t be found in any speech.
He kissed my neck, my shoulders, the side of my face. Tried to kiss my mouth, but neither of us could hold each other’s kiss longer than a heartbeat with the shallow, uneven gasps of breath we each drew.
“Oh God,” I said. “Oh God, Darren…”
“Oh fuck,” he whispered. “Roll your hips like that again, like— Ohh, fuck.”
In seconds, we both came, holding on for dear life and trying to pull each other just a little closer, just a little deeper, until we both shuddered and relaxed.
His forehead rested on my shoulder. “Jesus Christ,” he whispered, his breath on my sweaty skin sending a shiver up my spine before he lifted his head and kissed me. We looked at each other silently for a moment, his expression as content and satisfied as I felt.
He pulled out and took care of the condom, then let me rest my head on his shoulder as he laid back on the bed. “So tell me,” he said, pausing.
I bit my lip. Something about his tone suggested he was going to ask something serious, perhaps something unsettling. The air between us was tense. I glanced towards the door. Eric would be back any moment. Better to get this over with now. I took a breath. “What?”
He shifted so that we were looking at each other. His brow creased a little and something in my gut shifted. Dropping his gaze, he wetted his lips, then looked at me and said, “Did Eric win, or did I? Because I completely lost count.”
My jaw fell open. “You…” I shook my head and rolled my eyes, laughing as the tension evaporated. “Here I thought you were going to ask something serious.”
“Like what? Who was better in bed?”
I pursed my lips to keep from laughing. “Oh, thank God you didn’t ask that.”
It was his turn to look surprised. “What? Why? Are
You—”
I snickered. Just then, Eric came back into the room.
“All right, what did I miss?” he said, eyeing both of us as we tried not to laugh.
“I was just putting your brother in his place,” I said.
“Hey!” Darren laughed.
Eric flashed me a cheeky grin. “You can put me in my place anytime you want.”
Darren ran his fingers through my hair, pausing to give it a slight pull. “Actually, she was just about to tell us who was better in bed.”
“I was not!”
“Well, I think I’ve won the bet,” Eric said with a cocky grin. “So that gives me an edge, doesn’t it?”
I eyed him. “We won’t make that decision until the game is over, Mr. Knight.” They both gave me incredulous, slack-jawed stares.
“Jesus, I think she could go all night,” Darren said.
“Well, I’m enjoying going All-Knight, if that’s what you mean.” I said, laughing. Darren caught the pun first and rolled his eyes. Then Eric got it and laughed.
“If we had another brother, I think we’d kill her.” He kicked off his jeans and laid down next to me.
“And if she had a twin, I think they’d kill us.”
“A twin,” Eric said, a dreamy tone in his voice. “Good God, that would be paradise.”
I smacked him lightly. “Sorry, you’re both stuck with just me.”
“Well, fuck,” Eric said, cupping my breast.
“Damn the luck,” Darren said, kissing the back of my neck.
“And don’t you two have a bet to win?”
“I’m going to win,” Eric said. “Darren’s already three orgasms behind.”
“Bullshit,” Darren said against my neck. “I was only two behind, and I gave her one while you were out having a smoke.”
Eric looked at me for confirmation. I nodded. “He did.”
He scowled and shifted, running his hand between my thighs. “Well. I guess it’s time for me to re-establish my lead.”
“You boys are going to kill me,” I said as Eric kissed
my inner thigh and just before Darren’s lips closed over mine.
By the time they were done with me that night, no one could remember the score, and no one cared. It was well after two in the morning before all three of us collapsed, exhausted and satisfied beyond rational thought, and fell asleep.
Forty Seven
I woke up on Sunday morning with both brothers in my bed and a delicious feeling of satisfaction.
Watching them sleep beside me, I couldn’t believe that last night had really happened. My body ached, and I wondered if they hadn’t bruised me here or there, but I couldn’t remember ever being this perfectly, blissfully, sexually satisfied.
Neither of them could stay long after they woke up, and all three of us were too sore and tired to go another round. After everyone had showered and dressed, I saw them both to the door, kissing them each in turn before they left.
After they had gone, I made myself some breakfast and sat alone in my living room, thinking about last night, about everything that had happened with Eric, with Darren, with Max over the last few months. I couldn’t help but smile to myself.
It was hard to believe that there was a time when I wondered if sex was all it was cracked up to be, if it was completely overrated. I knew then that something had to give, and it had. Had it ever. I knew that there had to be some decent sex out there, and there was.
Someday I’d find love again, but for now, I was content. For the first time in a long time, since before I got married, I was content. I was single, but I wasn’t lonely. I looked forward to more sex, but I was satisfied. I wasn’t afraid of or ashamed of my own desires anymore, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to let anyone push me around anymore—in or out of the bedroom.
I sipped my coffee and smiled to myself.
Life. Was. Good.
About Lauren
Lauren is an erotica author currently living in Okinawa, Japan, with her husband and two cats.
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