Fake it Baby

by Tia Siren

  Luckily, my bed was made and not completely messy. Jake flung me down on it, plastering his body on top of mine. Mark ambled over, laying down beside me. He and Jake stroked me with one hand each. Their hands travelled in sync, up and down my already-trembling body. Oh fuck, this was going to be good. I could already tell.

  They stroked me up and down leisurely, as if they had all the time in the world. Which, in a way, they did. We were a throuple now—we could do this all night long—and tomorrow night, too.

  “Ughhh,” I murmured, as their strokes concentrated on my ass.

  This was where they broke their rhythm. Mark returned his lips to my neck, while Jake ran his hand along my torso, and under my shirt. In one swift movement, he’d slipped under my pants and panties—to my pussy. I groaned. He stuck in a finger, then slipped it out. He wagged the glistening thing in front of my face.

  “Will you look at that,” Mark said, his eyes hazy with arousal, “I think you should lick her.”

  “Yeah,” Jake said, stroking my pussy over my pants now, “Is that what you want?”

  “Yes,” I moaned.

  Now Mark bit down on my neck, and I moaned some more. Jake didn’t take any time stripping off my pants. My pink lace thong, however, he left on. First, he kissed all around it, sending my pelvis into tremors of excitement. Then he slipped his fingers under the fabric and traced the outline of my pussy. When he parted my pussy lips and slid in his fingers, I gasped. Already, it felt so good. Mark’s lips were now on mine, and his tongue played with my own, while Jake played with my pussy. Already I was crazy-wet. I could see Jake’s boner through his pants. But just as I reached for it, he pushed my hand away and lowered his head to my pussy. With one swift yank, the panties were off and my landing strip-ed pussy was fully exposed.

  Next thing I knew, his fingers were vibrating faster than ever in me, and his tongue was swirling around my clit. In and out, around and around. Mark was thrusting his tongue into my mouth. Jake was thrusting his fingers into my pussy. And I was moaning loudly, already on the edge. Pleasure was pulsating through me, overtaking me nerve by nerve. Until Jake upped his pace to the max, jackhammering my pussy, mashing his tongue against my throbbing clit. Mark squeezed my tits over my top and I came in one wild shaking cry. Overwhelming pleasure swam through me, emptying me, throwing me up and back. And then it was over, and they were stroking me, both of them. There was a touching tenderness in Jake’s dark eyes and Mark’s light ones.

  Mark and Jake then stripped themselves down, their gazes on me the whole while.

  As he climbed on top of me, Mark’s hands locked on my hips.

  “It’s my turn,” he said, looking down at me with eager eyes.

  When he slipped his thick boner into me, my whole body reverberated with pleasure.

  “And mine,” Jake said.

  He lay on his side so I could slip his dick into my mouth. Oh wow. His huge cock had a raging hard-on too. One which I slurped down eagerly, as Mark began pumping me.

  Keeping my aroused gaze on Jake, I savored sucking his dick. I swept my tongue around it, slipped one of his balls and then the other into my mouth. All the while, I struggled to keep my concentration, as Mark railed the fuck out of me. Soon, I had no choice but to throw my lips all the way down Jake’s massive shaft and show him just how turned-on I was.

  Already, I could feel myself nearing the edge again. Jake and Mark were both grunting with pleasure, as Mark thrust into my pussy and, every so often to help my sucking, Jake thrust into my mouth, too. On and on Mark fucked me, fast and furious. Shaking started to overtake my body as I sucked as hard and fast as I could. Oh, fuck. Fuck yes. These dicks, these fucking dicks. Everything now had been reduced to a single urge, a sole necessity—suck and be fucked. And my body responded eagerly. My lips sucked down, and long tendrils of frenetic pleasure swayed through my body, growing and expanding. Until my whole body was writhing with it, this overwhelming oh-fuck-yes. And then I was screaming my pleasure into the dick in my mouth. The orgasm crashed over me as a series of heaving thrusts, Mark fucked the joy into me deeper. Finally, gasping, I collapsed to the side, my whole body still tingling with feeling. Damn, that had been good. Still in a sated haze, my eyes fluttered open to find Jake and Mark eyeing me adoringly, expectantly.

  When Jake lifted me onto my hands and knees, I didn’t argue. I let him position me on all fours, then slip himself inside.

  “A little switch sounds good to me,” Mark said, as he pulled off my shirt and positioned himself on his knees so I could take his dick in my mouth this time.

  Jake ripped off my bra, then got to fucking me. He started out nice and slow, easing his considerable girth into me, while my shaking pussy joyously accommodated him. I swirled my tongue around Mark’s still-hard dick, just as slow. Taunting him with the gradual sensual movements, I lapped me tongue up and then down. As Jake slid himself in and out of me, he started massaging my ass, his fingers gradually sweeping up and down my crack. My butt trembled with gratification—now my whole lower body was one satisfying buzz.

  I smirked up at Mark as I sucked him. His greenish eyes were bugged out, and, seeing my teasing smile, an excited fire flickered in them. He grabbed my head and shoved it so I took his dick in my mouth all the way. I sucked all the way down, until his dick hit the back of my throat. Just then, Jake’s forefinger probed into my ass. Now, he upped the pace of his fucking of my front hole, while his finger burrowed into my back hole deeper and deeper. I was sucking Mark long and fast, big full-mouth gulps that had the head of his cock ramming the back of my throat. Mmm, it was so good—his dick in my mouth and Jake’s cock in my pussy. And then, that finger in my ass, oh yeah.

  Mark was grunting out his pleasure, while Jake’s dick was rock-hard. On and on he plowed me, as my groans became moans and then screams. And still, that merciless blessing of a dick didn’t let up. Jake fucked and fingered me on and on, as I sucked and screamed onto Mark’s dick, as everything exploded into red-hot pleasure. As I flailed onto my stomach, and release swallowed me once more, still Jake didn’t let up—he fucked me on and on.

  I barely even registered Jake slipping out. At some point, I was lifted up and onto his once more, while Mark probed his dick into my ass from behind.

  “There you go,” Jake was saying, stroking my head supportively, “C’mon Brooke—ride me. Ride me how you want to.”

  Mark slapped my ass.

  “Don’t worry—I’ll help fill your ass, too.”

  As I ground my hips onto Jake, Mark burrowed his dick in a bit further. Together, we groaned.

  “Don’t distract her too much,” Jake growled.

  Mark smirked, then smacked my ass again.

  “C’mon Brooke—you ride Jake, and I’ll fuck you. How does that sound?”

  “Mmm,” was all I could murmur as I started wagging my hips back and forth rocking onto Jake’s dick.

  His eyes widened, then closed with pleasure.

  “Ugh yeahhhh,” he groaned.

  His lips parted, and I plastered mine over his. Forward and back, I rocked my pussy onto him and around. Meanwhile, Mark was in further than before, sending painful spurts of pleasure through me. Oh fuck-fuck-fuck yes.

  This pleasure was deeper in me—and the most intense yet. I dipped my upper body and shoved my tit into Jake’s face. He suctioned his lips on my nipple eagerly, sucking as I rode him harder than ever. My whole pelvis was already shaking with the thrusting Mark was doing into me. Up and down, and ughhh I went; and in and out, and ooooh he went. Mark and Jake were grunting out syllables, while half-sounds were sputtering from my lips. I shook my breasts into Jake’s face, and he let out a low groan. Now, the pleasure was overtaking me, blurring everything into one thing. A single need—to keep going, faster and harder. So, I ground myself onto Jake with everything I had, while, behind me, Mark upped his pace too. Now Mark’s cock was ripping into me with a ferocity that had my whole body twitching with the oncoming release. A roaring sort of pleas
ure was overtaking me, a climax to end all climaxes. We were joined—all of us—in a shaking, building to a release that now, finally, overtook us. Mark slapped my ass as hard as he could. I came with an inhuman scream. Jake’s body exploded into trembles as he emptied himself into me. Behind me, I could hear Mark grunting and cursing as he did the same.

  Afterwards, Jake patted Mark and I down with a towel. Then, Mark on one side, and Jake on the other, we curled up on the bed together.

  As I tried to make sense of what had happened—of just how pleasurable it had been and how many times I had cum, I found I could no longer think—I’d literally been fucked senseless. I dozed off with a smile on my face.

  Chapter 33

  Jake

  I woke up first. Gazing at them both, it occurred to me how much I loved them. Brooke, with her way-sexy body and beautiful smile. And even Mark, although obviously in a different way. My best friend, the girl of my dreams, and me, all in the same bed. Weird, but not as weird as it had been the first few times. I almost felt happy for Mark, that he had gotten to experience the same seriously hot night that I’d experienced last time.

  My tummy rumbling got me out of bed and looking for food. Although there was a lone sliver of pizza left in the box, I wasn’t really in the mood for cold pizza. So, I tiptoed back in the bedroom, pulled on my clothes, and left.

  Walking outside in the fresh air, I felt even more confident in the choice I’d made. Agreeing to Brooke’s proposal really was the right thing. She was an incredible woman, and seeing the joy alone in her eyes last night when we’d broken the news to her, was reward enough. Not to mention that she was an actual freak in bed. I’d never had sex that wild with anyone before— and I really liked it.

  Starbucks was brimming with busy people, as always. The cute ponytailed girl behind the counter was extra-nice as I picked up three lattés and a tiger brownie. I smiled right back at her, gave her a nice tip. Maybe everyone could smell my happiness on me. Or maybe the world was just a brighter place when you were in love.

  Now outside again, I stopped at the curb and repeated the words in my head. Was I in love?

  I thought of Brooke’s sweet upturned nose and pretty smile. It sure felt like I was in love. Whenever I thought of Brooke, whenever I was in the same room as her, it was hard to describe just how much she lit me up. Even now, walking back to her, excitement was rushing through me at the thought.

  And seeing Mark with her last night? Again, it had been weird—but not in a detrimental way. The jealousy that had flickered through me when she’d sucked on him, had been more of a faded memory than anything. Really, seeing her that happy made me, well, that happy.

  It was only once I’d reached Brooke’s front door that I realized my mistake. I didn’t have a key—or any way to get inside. I’d even left my phone inside, like a dodo.

  Sighing, I knocked once, then twice. Finally, I set the holder of lattés down and hammered on the wooden door with all my strength.

  Then, I waited. I heard the sound of footsteps, then the door opening. Brooke stared at me, wrapped in a bathrobe. Her dark hair was adorably mussed, while her eyes were widened with a surprised relief.

  “For a second, we thought—”

  Her lower lip pouted out, then she shook her head with a laugh.

  “I’m glad you’re back!”

  Grinning stupidly myself, I picked up and lifted the holder.

  “Want one?”

  Brooke beamed, kissing me on the cheek.

  “Definitely, thanks!”

  Sauntering out into the kitchen in bare feet and a feminine-looking purple bathrobe, Mark said, “More pizza?”

  When he caught sight of the lattés, he grinned.

  “Two lattés, for me? MVP—right here.”

  Together, Brooke and I smacked him, as he laughed heartily. The three of us flopped back into bed. Mark lifted his cup.

  “To the strange, exciting and wonderful throuple I am now a part of.”

  “To our throuple,” Brooke and I chorused, clinking our lattés with his.

  We all drank deeply, enjoying the creamy goodness.

  “So, last night,” Brooke said.

  “Was horrible,” Mark cut in vehemently, “Not at all like last time.”

  Brooke and I turned to him in shock. He was able to maintain his narrowed eyes and tensed jaw for all of two seconds, before he started giggling.

  “You two, it never gets old.”

  I lifted a pillow, then glanced at Brooke.

  “Should I?”

  She nodded dourly.

  “It’s the only way he’ll shut up.”

  “Hey, hey, hey,” Mark said, scrambling off the bed, just as I slammed the pillow where his head had been.

  I smiled sanguinely back, as he gingerly made his way back onto the bed, sitting on the far edge.

  “Yeah, so is it some weird kind of coincidence, that the best sex of my life is with you two?” he wondered aloud, taking another sip of his latté.

  “I was thinking that myself,” Brooke said, squeezing my arm with a little smile.

  “Must be some kind of coincidence,” I said, smirking at Mark.

  He waved his hand.

  “Yeah, must be.”

  “Can’t have anything to do with Brooke’s prolific dick-sucking prowess,” he said, shaking his head.

  “Or her pinup model-sexy body,” I said, shaking my head myself, “Or how naturally and organically her body moves.”

  “No, no way,” Mark said, smiling from ear to ear now.

  “You two,” Brooke said, with a frown, “We’ll see if we ever have a hot threesome again.”

  And just like that, the smile disappeared from Mark’s face.

  “Uh, Brooke—you do know that we’re joking, right?”

  “Sometimes it’s hard to tell with you two,” she said with a sniff.

  “Seriously, though,” I added, “You’re amazing—you have to know that.”

  When I saw the crack of a grin, I picked her up and kissed her.

  “You mischievous evil little human.”

  She grinned right into my face.

  “Takes one to know one.”

  “Fine, fine, you got us—this time,” Mark said.

  He patted her bum as I set her down.

  “Are we actually going to have the lattés?” he asked me with a wry smile, “Or was that just a winning-boyfriend gesture?”

  I responded by shoving him his latté, which he accepted with a shit-eating grin. Brooke and I grabbed ours, and we got to drinking.

  After our latté fuel, it didn’t take us long to get dressed and out of there. We agreed to go to work in separate cars, although at the same time. We even got out of our cars at the same time.

  “Fancy meeting you here,” Mark said, striding up to Brooke and throwing his arms around her.

  “Mark,” she scolded, pulling away a bit.

  She looked around the abandoned parking garage and, seeing no one, with a beleaguered sigh allowed herself to sink in the hug.

  I joined them, wrapping my arms around the two. I nestled my head down onto Brooke’s shoulder and closed my eyes.

  “Group hug!” Mark cried, “My fav!”

  Laughing, we all separated and continued towards the elevator that took us into the building. As we made our way there, I heard a noise. I turned to see the pant leg of someone disappearing around the corner. I paused. A glance at Brooke and Mark found them chatting as happily as ever. I’d probably just seen a maintenance man—there was no need to worry them unnecessarily.

  At the office, we ran through the usual appointments—a breast augmentation, a Botox appointment. And then, along came Harry.

  Harry was a skinny little guy. He couldn’t have been more than 4’5” and 100 pounds. When he strode into the office, his voice was a determined squeak.

  “Pec implants—I want ‘em.”

  I eyed him dubiously. Harry looked like he’d just walked here from an office—with the
thick glasses, starched white shirt and all. My glance went to Mark, who nodded. This was time for some diplomatic real-talk.

  “We can do those,” he told Harry, “although we do have to inform you that you would be our first client for this particular surgery.”

  Harry was nonplussed.

  “You’re good surgeons. The both of you. I’ve heard all about you. Besides, someone had to be first.”

  His beady-eyed gaze flew to Brooke.

  “Chicks like muscles.”

  Brooke kept her face frozen in a sort of half-smile, although I could tell she was biting her tongue.

  “There’s a training session next week,” Mark continued, “So we’d have to get back to you then. As I’m sure you can understand that we can’t perform the surgery without proper training.”

  Harry eyed Mark as if he didn’t understand all that much. I rose, walked over to the door and opened it.

  “We’ll have Deidre call you later next week,” I told Harry.

  Harry nodded, getting up.

  “Many thanks. Gentlemen.”

  Puffing his chest out, he strode out of the room.

  Brooke and I exchanged at look. Slowly, Mark closed the door and we all started giggling.

  That was our last appointment before lunch.

  Brooke looked from one of us to another with irresistible puppy-dog eyes.

  “What’s a girl to do for lunch plans?”

  I slipped my arm around her waist.

  “I think I know some guys who might want to treat her.”

  Beside me, Mark did the same thing on her other side.

  “After last night, I’d say she’s earned it.”

  Brooke giggled.

  “You two are bad. But take your hands off me for Deidre. I want to break this to her gradually, not shock her with a big fat group grope as we’re walking by.”

  Smirking, Mark and I obliged. So, it was with an innocuous casualness that we walked through the waiting room. We gave the stressed-as-ever Deidre a wave before getting in the elevator.

  Back downstairs and outside, we started our walk towards Tinsel Café, which Brooke claimed had the best chocolate croissants. Only once the building was far behind did Mark elbow me.