“Yeah,” Brett concurred. “We’re taking you out.”
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“No. I just want to go home. I’m tired.”
“You won’t be after a couple of drinks,” Brett said, “and I brought you something to wear. Okay, Derek picked it out.”
“What? You guys got in my closet?”
“Yes. And it was depressing,” Derek said, “I grew up with sisters. Your closet should look like a costume trunk exploded in there plus one pair of black pants. But yours is just—work clothes and a couple of pairs of jeans. I had to dig to even find a dress that didn’t look like you were going to a funeral.”
“Or a job interview. I mean, does anyone need that much black in their wardrobe?” Brett said.
Brett handed me a wad of green fabric, the silly, stretchy dress I’d borrowed from my roommate last spring to wear to a frat party. It was green and short and off the shoulder. There wasn’t much to it, and I wasn’t even sure if my powdered donut loving ass would fit into it anymore.
“Am I supposed to change in the truck?” I said.
“I’ll close my eyes,” Derek teased.
“You’re driving.”
“Fine, I’ll make Brett close his eyes.”
“I’m not shutting my eyes,” he said, “There should be some payoff to skipping hours of ESPN to pick you up from work every night and rescue you from certain death.”
“Really?” I teased, “So I could just flash you my bra and we’d be even? Cheapest security guard ever.”
“You mean all I had to do was ask?” he said incredulously.
“No. Not really. I’m not flashing you..”
“What about Celia? Has she seen you in your bra?”
“Well, first of all, she’s a girl. Second of all, yeah we work at a fashion magazine and she took me into the sample closet and we tried stuff on.”
“Did it get flirty? Was it small and crowded in there? Did you keep bumping into each other and giggling and then touching each other?” Derek said cheekily.
“No. We didn’t actually film a porno in there. We just tried on clothes and found out I’m not a sample size. I tried to squeeze into a size four sweater and I think I pulled a muscle in my back and it did not look good. It took both of us to get the sweater off me!” I said.
“Still sounds hot,” Derek said, “wish I’d been there.”
I elbowed him playfully. Still, every time either of them touched me, from the curve of Brett’s hand at my waist when he lifted me, to the brush of Derek’s arm against mine as he drove, I had a frisson of awareness, like my body lit up inside. My skin was alert to them, every nerve ending and cell eager to just rub up against them. Maybe I had spent too much time at work. Maybe all work and no play made Lynette a horny idiot. I’d go out with them, relax and have fun, and maybe unwind a little.
Derek steered us into parking for a club, and he and Brett got out while I wriggled out of my work clothes and into the dress. I let down my ponytail and finger combed my hair. I had to wear my work heels, but I already felt different, more relaxed, more myself.
We paid the cover and soon we were bathed in a riot of purple light, the thump of dance music striking us in the chest. I grinned. It had been way too long since I’d gone out just to have fun. Not to pick up someone else’s lattes or try to network with potential colleagues.
I bought the first round of drinks as a thank you to the guys, and I drank my mojito greedily after we toasted to taking a night off. I sat at the high table, perched on a stool, and took in the atmosphere. It was crowded and loud, still wild well after midnight on a weeknight. I felt tension drain from me—maybe it was the music or the company, maybe it was just alcohol on an empty stomach. But I grabbed both guys by the hand and led them to the dance floor.
We started to dance, joining the writhing crowd in the lights by the DJ stand. I waved my arms above my head and wiggled my hips. I wasn’t a great dancer, but I moved to the music and let go. I laughed when Derek wrapped an arm around my hips and pulled me to him to dance. I looped an arm around his neck and danced with abandon. As the music changed, I felt my body light up and slow to a grind against him. I’d had to take off my bra to wear the dress, so my nipples were hard from rubbing against his chest. I felt the itch of desire in my gut, felt the burn of it, the loosening of all my muscles, the way my body wanted to open for him. I knew he felt my response because he ground his hips against me and I could feel his cock, the proof of his interest.
For an instant, I wanted to run with him to the nearest dark hallway, to have him back me up against the wall and have his way with me. While Brett watched, standing guard, touching himself when he couldn’t help it, until I wrapped my hand around his shaft and stroked him while Derek thrust inside me. I shuddered at the image, pushed it away. I pulled back from Derek and went to the table. Brett had ordered another round and I threw mine back trying to cool the strange, filthy thoughts that had taken over.
“My turn,” Brett said.
By the glasses on the table, it looked like Derek was having a bottle of water, the designated driver I figured. I owed Brett a dance. I owed him more than that. I wanted to kiss him, my mouth opening for him. I wanted to be in his lap. It was the dimness, the music, the alcohol heating my blood, and the attraction I’d tried to fight for weeks. When he pulled me onto the floor, he drew me into his arms at once.
“I let you and Derek have your time out here. But I want my turn,” he said. I wondered what he meant, if there was a double meaning. If he wanted me the way I wanted him. If he thought of me at night the way I had imagined his body over mine a hundred times. I knew I was wet for him, just from his words. Then he leaned in, nuzzled my neck. I shivered, and he felt it.
“You like that?” he said softly, his mouth closing on the slope of my neck. I felt a dart of pleasure at that, and I moaned a little.
He moved me to the music, but it was just that. Him moving me. I wasn’t dancing. I was holding on for dear life. The pleasant fuzziness of the alcohol smoothed the edges of everything around me. I stroked the back of his neck, his shoulders. His knee insinuated itself between my thighs, so his leg pressed against the heated, needy part of me. I ground against him, getting delicious friction, biting my lip. He bent his head and kissed me. Not like the soft kiss I’d given him in the kitchen that time. This was filthy, deep and wet, his tongue in my mouth until I thought I’d scream and beg for him to take me right there on the dance floor with everyone watching. I was ready to reach for his zipper, to take him in my hand, to whisper that I wanted him inside me, that I wanted to ride him, to feel him deep.
Derek joined us on the dance floor, his body hard behind mine as I kissed Brett back. I reached behind me, looping my other arm around back around Derek’s neck. His head dipped toward me, his hand pushed my hair to one side and he kissed my neck while Brett plundered my mouth, his knee still between my legs. I was overwhelmed with arousal, desperate, ready to take either of them, both of them.
“Let’s go home,” I managed to say, dragging my mouth from Brett’s with effort, “Take me home.”
11
My body tingled with anticipation. I knew in the swirl of color and noise in my brain that we weren’t going home to pretend this never happened. We were going home together, the three of us. Somewhere that made sense to me, through the haze of tipsiness, I knew what I wanted. I wanted Derek and Brett. All the way.
Brett got behind the wheel. Derek turned to me in the cab of the truck, a steamy look on his handsome face.
“I want a taste of that,” he said, his mouth lowered to mine. I kissed him as easily, as eagerly as I’d kissed Brett, arms around his neck. We made out for a few minutes, breathing heavy, steaming up the passenger side window.
“You taste like mint,” he said with a slow smile as he lifted his head.
Brett reached over to pull me to him at a red light, rubbed his mouth against mine. My nipples hardened in response. He brushed his thumb across a tight peak, his
tongue pushing between my lips as he pinched the taut bud. I moaned. The light changed and he withdrew from me, eyes on the road and hands on the wheel, leaving me so frustrated I could have kicked and screamed.
“Don’t worry, baby, you’ve still got me,” Derek said in my ear, his palm cupping my breast through my dress, his fingers stroking my nipple. He kissed me, “That pout. You wanted him to keep doing that didn’t you? Your lips are still pouting. I can’t resist it,” then his mouth was on mine, insistent and sweet.
When we reached the firehouse and climbed the stairs, Brett said he wanted his turn with me, picked me up and kissed me. I was messing up his hair, my legs around his waist while Derek opened the door.
“Come on, you two, don’t do it in the hall,” he said, his voice grouchy. I laughed.
“Are you ready for this?” Brett said seriously. I nodded.
“I need to hear you say it,” he said, putting me down.
“Yes. I want both of you. I need you both tonight,” I said, “I feel like it’s all I’ve wanted since the night we met.”
“The water bill’s gone way up since you moved in,” Derek said.
Confused, I apologized, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“No, it’s not you. I’m taking two showers a day like a teenager, jerking off thinking about you,” he said. His filthy words heated my cheeks, heated my body. I blushed.
“I’m on my third set of double A batteries,” I confessed.
“Hey, I found that in your dresser when I was looking for clothes,” Brett said, “That’s a big one.”
“A rabbit. Only the best,” I said with an eye roll.
“I think I can make you forget the rabbit,” Brett said, his voice sexy and low.
“You’re gonna have to prove it,” I challenged them.
We went to Derek’s bed. It was the biggest, a king size, and we all knew we’d need the room. They stripped off their shirts, and I watched, perched on the edge of the bed like the luckiest audience in a private strip club. Both dropped their jeans, first Derek who wasn’t shy at all, then Brett. Derek, unsurprisingly, didn’t wear underwear, while Brett had on boxer briefs that only showed the outline of his powerful erection. I wanted to rip them off.
Derek put his hands on his hips, showing off his impressive body, “What’s a guy gotta do to get some attention around here?” he said.
Brett grabbed the hem of my green dress and whipped it up over my head in one motion. I stood there in my white cotton panties and kicked off my sensible work heels. He scooped a hand through my long messy hair and pulled me flush against him as he kissed me hard. I found myself skin to skin with the hottest man ever. I was surprised, too. I had thought Derek would take the lead, that Brett would be Mr. Sensitive like he was when asking if I was sure about everything. But then there was no more room for thought at all.
Derek was behind me, his hands sliding around to cup my bare breasts. His heavy shaft pressed against the cleft of my butt and I rocked back against him on instinct.
“God, you’re wet already,” he groaned as he kissed my shoulder. I knew my juices were slicking the length of him every time he rubbed his shaft between my legs, his cock sliding just against the outside of my throbbing sex, trailing along the lips and making me mew with impatience. It felt too good, and not good enough at the same time.
Brett moved his mouth to my nipple, licking and sucking. I felt him back up to sit on the bed. I swung my leg over his lap, straddling him the way I’d wanted to. His big hand came down my stomach, between my legs. He parted my folds and slid two long fingers inside me. I could have exploded right then, the way he pressed, the way he went deep and stroked that spot that made me see stars. I moved against his fingers as he worked me over. I arched my back and Derek captured my mouth with his. Derek’s fingers moved down my stomach and stroked my pulsing clit as Brett fingered me. Somehow Derek’s tongue in my mouth moved in rhythm with the stroking and I jerked, scrabbling for purchase on Brett’s shoulders with my nails as I came hard, wave after wave, and kept coming. Shaken, I leaned forward, collapsed onto Brett’s shoulder as his arm went around me to keep me steady. Derek rubbed my back in slow circles. I clung to Brett and reached a hand back for Derek.
“Whoa,” I said as soon as I could speak, “that was intense.”
Brett lowered me onto the bed. I curled up on my side, Derek behind me, Brett in front of me. Brett stroked my face, tucked my hair behind my ear and kissed my forehead.
“Lovely,” he said, a rare, sexy smile on his face.
“I want to make you feel just as good. Both of you,” I said, not wanting to exclude Derek. They had, together, made me feel something so amazing, so intense. All I wanted was to return the favor.
I was coming down off the strongest orgasm of my life and I wanted to make them feel the same way. I reached out to touch Brett’s chest, to trail my fingers down the muscled ridges of his stomach. I tugged at the waistband of his boxer briefs.
“You’re overdressed. Let’s get you out of these,” I said.
Brett lifted his hips and let me slide the trunks down his hips and thighs. I knew I made an ‘oh’ sound when I saw the erection waiting for me. I reached out to touch it, to stroke the length of him while he kicked away his underwear. Derek’s hand splayed across my stomach, his touch tender and insinuating. I felt a stirring in my blood again. So soon, but I wanted more, more of them both.
I was stroking Brett, feeling him lengthen, harden even more in my hand, in response to my eager touch. I put my mouth to him. I’d never done that before, not with anyone in my limited sexual experience. I’d never even wanted to. But at once, I understood why people talked about it. The drinks had loosened my inhibition, left me a little reckless, and when my lips closed over the head of his cock, I tasted a salty drop of moisture and felt my inner muscles clench in response. As if my entire body recognized his taste, knew it was the herald of something incredible to come. He lay on his back, stretched across the bed, and I knelt beside him, one hand wrapped around his cock, my hair brushing his thighs and his stomach as I crouched over him, taking him deep in my mouth. I stroked up and down, my mouth following my hand’s path as I lapped at him with the flat of my tongue like I was licking a candy cane.
Brett gave hoarse cries that increased in speed and in urgency. His hand cupped my head. I brushed my nipples against his thigh, trying to get stimulation that way because giving him head turned me on. I paused, looked back over my shoulder at Derek. He was sitting back on the bed, stroking the turgid length of his own cock with one hand, enjoying the view. I met his eyes. He cocked one eyebrow at me and grinned. He took a condom out of the bedside drawer and put it on, sheathing that pulsing length. I took Brett deeper in my mouth, crouching on my knees.
Derek positioned himself behind me, took my hips in his hands to raise my ass in the air. With his thumbs, he parted my folds. I shuddered at his touch. Then I felt the heat of his tongue sweep into my slit. I moaned around Brett’s cock. He groaned as Derek ate me with his lips and tongue. I couldn’t keep my head, couldn’t concentrate on bringing Brett to completion when Derek’s mouth was between my legs. I slid my mouth off Brett’s cock, stroking him with my hand half-apologetically, my forehead on his thigh as Derek’s insistent tongue drove me mad, my legs quivering, and my hips jerking back toward him. I felt him speak against my most secret place.
“I’m not taking you like this. I’m going to be buried inside you. You’re mine first,” he said it almost fiercely.
My free hand fisted in the sheets as Derek shifted behind me, the head of his big cock pressing into my slit. I pushed back hard and felt the thrust of his penetration as he buried himself in me, balls-deep, in one hard push. I cried out, pumping my hand on Brett’s cock almost instinctively. Derek pulled out and then took me again and again, a heavy, deep penetration that left me reeling, bucking my hips back against him and wanting more even as he filled me. Brett’s hand slid down my stomach, his wicked fingers findi
ng my clit and working it over with a steady rub. Then he made a v of his fingers and rubbed the outer lips of my pussy as Derek thrust inside me. I shuddered at once. His thumb rubbed my clit as his two fingers stimulated me outside and Derek’s huge cock filled me, hitting all the right spots at once. I thought I was going to black out as the pressure mounted, leaving me breathless. Derek was going at it hard, his thighs slapping against mine as he thrust, going as deep as he could. I was grunting from the impact of his thrusts against my G-spot, and then Brett rubbed his thumb back and forth rapidly over my clit. I came again, screaming, my hair falling in my face, panting. I pushed my hips back to take every inch of Derek, felt him jerk behind me, stiffening as he found his own climax.
Shaking weakly as he withdrew from me, leaving me feeling cold after the sweaty session we’d just had, I reached for Brett’s cock again, still hard but slightly forlorn, forgotten in the rush of my own orgasm. I was going to stroke him off, give him the orgasm he’d definitely earned. He shook his head, moved my hand away, kissed my lips.
“That was too delicious. I want you—all of you wrapped around me. Can you handle it?”
Handle it? I wanted it more than anything. I was tender down there after the athletic pounding Derek had given me, but I wanted Brett, wanted him to know he was just as much my lover as Derek was for that one illicit night. I nodded.
“Yes,” I said, “I want you inside me.”
He kissed my cheek, my neck, and then my breasts, one at a time. My skin heated again and, exhausted as I was, I felt myself already wanting to open for him. He said something to Derek that I didn’t hear, and Derek handed him a package. Brett rolled on a condom, took a tube of something and squirted it onto his hand. Then his hand, slick and cool, rubbed my tender sex, soothing and alluring at once, his lubed fingers inside me, making me wet enough for him.
He spread my knees with his hands and moved between my thighs. He kissed my lips once, “Ready?” he said. I nodded.
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