by Sky Corgan
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 onto 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 fi
rm 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.
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.
Gareth pulls his dick out of my mouth, and I'm left feeling empty. I gaze up at him, wanting more—wanting both of them inside of me.
Devlin sits on the side of the bed and pats his lap. “Come here.”
A giggle escapes my lips as I crawl to him. I feel stupidly happy being with them, almost drunk from everything going on.
Gareth helps me off of the bed, and then he grabs me by the hips, keeping me facing him as he backs me up towards Devlin. My cheeks heat up as I realize what the plan is. As soon as I'm close enough, Gareth hands me off to Devlin. I look behind me as Devlin slowly guides me down onto his phallus.
The second I feel it crest my folds, my body tenses. I reach forward and clutch onto Gareth's forearm, gazing up at him with parted lips as I feel the round fullness of Devlin's glans pressing into me. He's so thick and hot.
“Ah,” I whimper from the euphoria of the slow intrusion. “Oh God.”
“You're so sexy,” Gareth tells me. “It's so hot watching you take Devlin's dick.”
“It feels amazing.” I slide back on him, swallowing him up. The fullness is everything I needed.
Devlin keeps a hold of my hips as he begins thrusting up into me. My thighs burn from trying to keep a bit of distance between us so that he can move.
“Sit back on him.” Gareth smirks, perhaps noticing my struggle.
“Yeah, come here.” Devlin grips my waist, pulling me down until my thighs atrophy and I'm forced to put all of my weight on him.
I lean against his chest, hooking my arm around his neck and tilting my head back. I moan shamelessly as he bucks up into me, practically forgetting for a moment that Gareth is there.
He doesn't let me forget for long, though.
Warm wetness slicks across my clit, and I gasp, my attention immediately redirecting to that spot between my legs where everything comes together to create heaven. Gareth is bending over to taste our joined parts. It's so hot that I can barely stand it—feels so incredible.
“Oh my God. Oh shit.” I pant, feeling the tension between my legs mount again as Devlin pumps up into me while Gareth teases my clit with his mouth.
“Are you going to come again? Are you going to come all over my dick?” Devlin whispers into my ear, his voice all breathy lust.
Gareth stands, and for the first time since I've met him, he looks wicked. “Beg for it.”
“What?” My mouth falls open in shock.
“We're not going to let you come again unless you beg for it.” Devlin gropes my breasts, pulling me back against him as he stills.
The world stops, the build of pleasure between my legs slowly receding. The bastards are in sync, and I know that neither one of them are going to move unless I give them what they want.
“You're both evil.” I glare at Gareth.
“Are we now?” he laughs.
Two can play this game, I think, a devious grin creeping across my face as I decide to take matters into my own hands. Why should I let them have all of the fun.
I muster up all of my strength, plant my feet on the floor, and bounce on Devlin's cock like I'm going to break him. Within seconds, the tides are turned. His hands leave my breasts to grip the bed, and his breathing becomes ragged.
“Holy shit,” he pants.
Gareth just stares at me for a moment, his expression somewhere between aroused and impressed. He lazily strokes himself while I fuck his friend. The whole time, I hold his gaze. It's a strangely intimate moment. Intense and surreal, like I can feel him inside of me too.
“Fuck, I'm going to come. You've got to stop.” Devlin practically pushes me off of him. The fact that he broke his composure is amusing. I didn't even think it was possible.
“Get over here.” Gareth roughly turns me around, not even waiting for Devlin to recover before he's bending me over the bed.
He thrusts inside of me with one rough motion, and I cry out in disbelief at how forceful he's being. Almost instantly, my core goes from zero to sixty on the pleasure scale. This is something I never expected from him, and I absolutely love it. He's supposed to be the sweet, quiet one, but he's showing no mercy now.
I hold on like my life depends on it as he pounds into me to the point that I'm about to lose my balance. The friction is quickly driving me to new heights, and I don't know how much longer I can hold on. I grunt and groan with each thrust, practically drooling as the sensation of his balls slapping against my pussy from the quick, hard thrusting threatens to make me climax again.
The bed shifts beside me, and Devlin comes into my peripheral vision. Within seconds, he's presenting his cock to me. I open my mouth like I'm hungry for it. With this one act, the fantasy will come full circle, being pounded from both sides.
He slides his length to the back of my throat, and I immedi
ately feel blissfully full. Every time Gareth thrusts, it pushes me into Devlin, making me take him incredibly deep, triggering my gag reflex. I'm so overwhelmed with dick that tears spill out the corners of my eyes. But it's good. Oh so good. Everything I wanted and more.
I try to mumble my pleasure around Devlin's cock, but nothing comes out but a garble of indecipherable sounds. They're both being aggressive. Devlin's pre-juices leak into my mouth, making my throat sticky. The smell of man and sex is all around me. I'm overwhelmed and fulfilled and so amazingly content.
“I'm going to come so hard,” Gareth says behind me. His voice is so sexy that just the sound of it throws me over the edge.
I whimper as the world shifts around me, blinding me with pleasure. My toes curl as my pussy squeezes around Gareth's dick, my clit firing off again and again. My body is on sensory overload, and I'm so busy focusing on all of it that I almost forget to breathe.
“You're so God damn tight,” Gareth growls. He picks up the pace, slamming into me, drawing out my orgasm.
Devlin does the same, his cock pistoning in and out of my mouth. I know what's coming next, and I brace myself for it.
They both pull out and simultaneously blow their loads. I bow my head and inhale deeply as I feel warm wetness paint me, a canvas to their climax. All I can do is stay there on all fours, catching my breath and grinning to myself. I still can't believe I did this, but I'm glad that I did.
As the high of sex starts to wear off, I wonder what happens next. Do I take the walk of shame covered in the memory of our coupling? Will they let me shower first? But more importantly, will I ever hear from them again, or did I just get used.
I wait for instructions, afraid to move and get come on their bed. Not that it matters. Most of it got on me, but not all. Messy boys, they are.
“Let's take a shower.” Gareth pulls out of me and slaps my ass.
“That sounds lovely.” I crawl off of the bed and stand.
Devlin immediately goes to the master bathroom for a towel to clean me off with. He wipes me down and then hands me the towel to let me get anything that he missed. Meanwhile, Gareth disappears into the bathroom to start the shower.