Take Your Time

by Sophie Stern

  “You’re hard,” she whispers to Keagan, then he groans, and I know she’s palming his cock. “I want more. I want to see you.” She turns her head toward me and whispers, “Both of you.”

  “We want to see you, too, baby,” Keagan says, and he starts tugging on Melody’s shirt. She lifts her arms obediently and he pulls her shirt off, revealing her black bra. I’m still behind her, but I reach around and bounce her breasts gently.

  “You have the hottest tits,” I whisper in her ear, biting her.

  “They’re okay,” she says.

  “Fucking amazing,” Keagan growls. “They’re fucking incredible.”

  I unhook her bra and Keagan yanks it off, pushing it to the floor. I move so I’m standing next to Keagan and looking at Melody from the front. Yeah, she’s damn gorgeous. Her breasts are big and full. Natural. They’re natural, just like her.

  “They’re a little too big,” she whispers, biting her bottom lip like she’s embarrassed.

  “Listen up, princess,” Keagan steps forward again, getting into her space. “I don’t know what kind of douche bags you’ve slept with before, but right now? Right now you’re with us, and you’re going to act like the beautiful porn star you are because baby, you’re fucking fantastic.”

  Melody closes her eyes and for just a second, I wonder if we pushed her too hard. Is she going to cry? Are the emotions a little too strong for her? Then she steels herself and grabs Keagan, rubbing her breasts against his chest and kissing him hard. She reaches for me and pulls me in close, then plants a kiss on me, too.

  “I want more,” she says. “I want to see your cocks. Show me.”

  Baby wants to see cocks? Baby’s going to see cocks. I’m surprised at how demanding Melody is, but I like it. It’s nice to be with a woman who isn’t shy, who says what she wants. So many girls are scared and shy in the bedroom. Whether it’s because they’re trying to be polite or because they’re just scared, I’m not sure, but I like this.

  I like not having to guess at what a woman wants.

  I like being with Melody.

  Keagan and I wordlessly strip out of our flannel shirts and toss them aside. Our socks, jeans, and boxers follow and then we’re naked.

  “Oh,” she whispers. “You have nice dicks.” She reaches for them at the same time, using both hands to rub on Keagan and me. I groan as she grips me tightly and strokes up and down. Again, she’s not being shy. She’s not hiding away from taking what she wants.

  “That’s it,” I groan. “Just like that, baby. Just like that.” Soon I’m close, but I shouldn’t be, and I’m just about to tell Melody she needs to stop before I come all over the place like a teenager who can’t control himself, but she drops to her knees.

  Then she licks her lips. Her hands drop to our balls and she massages us gently, squeezing and teasing with her fingers. Then she sucks me into her mouth while she strokes Keagan. Fuck. I’m not going to be able to hold back.

  I should be able to.

  I should resist.

  I should have a little more self-control than I do.

  “Baby, if you keep doing that, I’m not going to be able to fuck you. I’m just going to come down your throat.” I try to warn her, try to give her a chance to pull back, but that doesn’t seem to be what our little minx wants.

  Melody grins – actually grins – while she continues to suck my cock. She goes faster and harder until I grasp her hair and start fucking her face. She keeps up with my thrusts like a champ, like a damn porn star.

  And then I can’t hold back anymore.

  I explode.

  When I come, I groan her name, and Keagan comes at the same time, dousing her breasts with his semen. Melody sucks down all of my come before running her fingers over her breasts, then lifting them to her lips. She licks Keagan’s come off of her fingers before smirking.

  “Delicious,” she says, and I know this woman is going to be the death of me.

  8

  Melody

  I shouldn’t have made them come so fast, but I wanted to know if I could do it. I don’t know if that’s a good reason for making someone – two someone’s – come, but I’m suddenly filled with a deep sense of satisfaction.

  I did it.

  I got them off and I did it fast and hard and wonderfully.

  And now my pussy is soaked, and I’m wishing I hadn’t made them come so they could have fucked me.

  “You’re a naughty girl,” Eli says. “I believe I said I wanted to fuck you.” I smirk and shrug, trying to give him an innocent smile, but I can’t. I’m too pleased with myself.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous,” Keagan says, and he kisses me. “I should get you cleaned up, but I want to pleasure you first, baby. I want to make you feel so good.”

  “What are you going to do to me?” I ask. I’m still wearing my pants and panties. I should feel self-conscious, especially because muffin-top isn’t exactly flattering on anyone at the best of times, but I don’t. I don’t feel self-conscious. I feel like a damn queen.

  “First we’re going to take off your pants,” Eli says, and he unbuttons my jeans and yanks them down. “Fuck,” he groans. “I can smell you.” I know I blush because Keagan grips my hair and pulls my head back while Eli starts pressing kisses over my panties.

  “Don’t you do it,” he says. “Don’t you go into your head right now. Do not over-think this, Melody. You’re amazing and gorgeous and sexy and if you don’t like your pussy, that’s too bad because we like it and we’re going to worship it.”

  “Worship it?” I whisper.

  “Like this,” Eli says, and he starts teasing my clit with his tongue through the panties. I’ve never had anyone do this before. Ever. I’ve never had someone leave my underwear on and press their mouth to me. It’s a strange, but wonderful feeling, and it’s one I could get used to.

  “What do you think of that, baby?” Keagan says, but I can’t even speak now. I can’t even say anything as Eli continues touching me. My pants are pooled around my ankles and he pushes me back gently until I’m at the couch. “Sit,” Keagan commands, and my body obeys automatically. Without even thinking about it, I follow his orders.

  Keagan sits next to me on the couch and kisses me while Eli finishes pulling my pants off. He tosses them aside and I lift my hips while he removes my panties.

  “Open your legs,” he tells me.

  This is it.

  This is the part where I get the pleasure.

  This is the part where I get the orgasm.

  This is the part where I forget all about my problems and become the sex goddess I’ve always wanted to be.

  This is the part where I’m the star of the show.

  I open my legs, and Eli starts licking me.

  His tongue slides up and down my pussy while Keagan continues to kiss and touch me. He pinches my nipples, and I’m so completely overwhelmed by feelings and excitement that I feel like I’m going to explode.

  I’m actually, totally, completely going to explode.

  And then I do.

  I come apart on the couch, I come apart with their lips on me, I come apart and my heart begins to soar.

  It’s never felt like this before.

  I’ve never had an orgasm push me to the clouds before. I’ve never had anything like this before and I love it, need it. I never want to go back to how things were before because this? This is fucking perfect.

  When I open my eyes again, Keagan stands and pulls me into his arms.

  “That was perfect,” he kisses my forehead. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

  Eli kisses my cheek and leads us into a large bathroom. He draws a bath and Keagan steps into the oversized tub, holding me the entire time. He sits down and holds me in his lap. It feels natural to snuggle up against him in the warm water, so I do.

  “How are you feeling?” Eli asks, joining us. He’s the sensitive one, I think. If I had to guess, I’d say he’s probably a little younger than Keagan, a little softer. Keag
an is tough and strong. He’s the leader.

  “Well, I’ve never done that before,” I say, and they both chuckle.

  “Brave little thing, isn’t she?” Keagan strokes my cheek. He’s talking to Keagan, but his eyes are on me.

  “Absolutely,” Eli agrees. “Not every woman would just jump into bed with two men she’s only just met. Did you have fun, Melody?”

  “Yes,” I whisper, but his words stick with me. “Do you think I’m a slut?”

  “No,” they both answer in unison. “Never.”

  “You’ve done this before,” I say, but it’s not really a question. It’s obvious they know how to share a woman. There’s no jealousy between them, no awkwardness. Before tonight, I’d fantasized about threesomes before, but I always worried that if I ever found myself in that position, I always worried I’d feel like the odd one out. I always worried things would be strange and uncomfortable, but this wasn’t.

  It was the epitome of comfortable.

  It was natural and fun and I felt like a goddess.

  I’ve never felt that way before.

  “We have,” Eli says slowly. “Keagan and I enjoy sharing women.”

  “You’re good at it,” I say, and they both chuckle.

  “You’re not so bad yourself, darling,” Keagan says, and I snuggle deeper against him. I don’t know why I feel so comfortable with both of them. I don’t know why I don’t feel embarrassed or awkward. It’s a strange feeling: this security.

  It’s strange to feel like I have nothing to hide, nothing to worry about.

  “What about you?” Eli asks. He lifts one of my feet and begins massaging me, rubbing my skin gently.

  “What about me?”

  “Have you ever thought about being in a ménage before?”

  My blush says it all, but I answer anyway. “I’ve thought about it, but never seriously.”

  “Why not?” Keagan wonders.

  “Well, look at me.”

  Both men frown, but Keagan is the one who speaks.

  “I hope you didn’t just put yourself down, Melody. You should know there are punishments in this house for beautiful women who talk badly about themselves.”

  “What?” I squeak out. Punishments? Like spankings and handcuffs and erotic pleasure?

  “She likes that idea,” Eli says. “Look at how hard her nipples just got.” He pinches one of mine, but instead of crying out, I groan, and Keagan chuckles.

  “If you want a spanking, darling, all you have to do is say so.”

  “I might be up for trying that a little later,” I admit. Then I close my eyes and snuggle back against him, enjoying the feelings of happiness I’m experiencing.

  For the very first time in a long time, I’m not worried about anything but relaxing and enjoying myself.

  I’m not worried about anything at all, and it’s really, really nice.

  It’s perfect.

  9

  Melody

  After the bath, we make hot cocoa and sit around the fire talking. As it turns out, Keagan and Eli don’t just rescue women and bring them to their cabin every night. In fact, this isn’t their usual residence: it’s their weekend cabin.

  “We actually live in Morris,” Eli says.

  “You live together?”

  “We do,” he answers, sipping his cocoa. His has extra marshmallows in it, which is kind of adorable.

  “Are you twins?”

  “Keagan’s older.”

  “A lot older,” Keagan throws in.

  “A little older,” Eli clarifies. “When we were kids, we always said we wanted to be roommates and best friends when we grew up.”

  “And you made it happen,” I say, a little impressed. “That’s incredible. I wish I had that relationship with my sister.”

  “You two aren’t close?” Keagan asks.

  “No. After today, I’m pretty sure our relationship is over.”

  “What happened?” Eli sets his hot cocoa down and pulls me into his lap. I seem to be spending a lot of time in laps today, but I don’t mind.

  I know that whatever happens between us is just for the weekend. I know this isn’t a permanent relationship. It’s not an offer of true love or romance or anything that’s going to last forever, but maybe that’s why I’m so comfortable.

  Our playing around has a deadline: the end of the snowstorm. When the roads are clear, I’m going to be on my merry way back to Morris and I’ll never see Eli or Keagan again. That’s fine. It’s totally fine.

  But there’s a little part of me that loves how I feel around them so much that I don’t want it to end. There’s a little part of me that kind of wishes this could last forever.

  I don’t really want to talk about my sister right now. I don’t really want to ruin this beautiful moment we’re sharing, but what’s the harm? I’m never going to see them again and maybe they’ll actually be able to give me some good advice. Maybe they’ll be able to understand why I did what I did. Maybe they won’t think I’m a complete bitch.

  Even if they do, I can just book it when the storm ends. It has to end soon, right?

  “I went to this family reunion today,” I begin. “You have to understand that my family doesn’t like me.”

  “How could they not like you?” Eli asks. “You’re amazing.”

  “I’m also fat,” I say. Then I hold up a hand before Keagan can speak. “And no talk about spankings. It’s just a fact. I’m not putting myself down. I’m bigger than they are and they don’t like it.”

  “They’re fucking idiots,” Keagan growls, but he doesn’t move to pull me over his knee, so even though I kind of hoped he would, I keep talking.

  “My mom is really thin. So is my dad. So is my sister. I shouldn’t have gone to the reunion at all. I didn’t want to go, but I felt like I should. I don’t know why I’ve always felt like I owed my parents. They don’t like me and it’s pretty obvious. Anytime we’re together, they just talk about how ugly I am or how I could never get a man.”

  “What are their names?” Keagan asks through gritted teeth.

  “Don’t tell him,” Eli says. “He wants to punch them.”

  “They shouldn’t talk to her that way,” Keagan insists.

  Something inside of me fills with contentment and warmth. Eli is right: Keagan shouldn’t punch my parents. Still, the idea that he would go to bat for me kind of makes me feel amazing. It kind of makes me feel incredible. It kind of makes me feel like I’m a real person who is worthy of love, of being cared for.

  For so long, I existed. That was it. I worked and I accomplished things, but I also just sort of existed. I didn’t date much and I certainly didn’t have threesomes with strangers. Even though it’s kind of cliché, today really is the first day of the rest of my life. It really is the first day of a bright future. It really is the first day of many where I’m in charge of my life and in control of my own destiny.

  “Let Melody finish her story. Go on,” Eli turns to me and gives me an encouraging smile. “What happened today?”

  I fill them in on my family’s comments, my bathroom break-down, and my bitching match with Mandy. For a second, I think they’re going to scold me for behaving so poorly, but I’m surprised when they both burst out laughing.

  “I wish I could have seen her face,” Keagan says. “Wow, I bet she was completely shocked.”

  I think of the look on Mandy’s face, of the way she was so confused, and I have to laugh a little bit, too.

  “I probably should have stood up for myself a long time ago,” I admit.

  “Live and learn, honey,” Eli shrugs. “We all have those moments in our lives.”

  “Have you?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “Really? Lumberjack One and Lumberjack Two really have struggled to stand up for themselves? Somehow, I don’t buy it.”

  “Lumberjack One and Two?” Keagan asks.

  “Yeah, she thinks we look like lumberjacks.”

  “As long as I’m number one,” Keagan shrugs. “
She can call me whatever she likes.”

  “I’m number one,” Eli corrects. “Right Melody? It’s only fair. You met me first.”

  I roll my eyes, but smile because this is amazing. This banter, this comfortable camaraderie: it’s incredible. I’ve never felt like this around men before but something about these guys makes me feel like I can be completely open to them, like I can tell them anything.

  “You can both be number one,” I say finally.

  “That’s not fair,” Keagan says. “I’m older. I should get to be the number one lumberjack around here.”

  I silence him with a kiss. Then, before Eli can complain, I kiss him, too.

  “Somehow,” I tell them. “I doubt either of you has ever had a difficult time expressing your opinions or standing up for what’s right.” They seem too sure of themselves, too strong. They seem too determined and dedicated.

  The men exchange knowing glances, like they’re trying to silently communicate with each other. Are they deciding how much of their tragic back story they should share with me? Are they trying to determine exactly how much information they want to pass on to someone they’re only spending the night with?

  After a long moment of silence, Eli speaks first.

  “We shared a woman, long ago. It was a serious relationship.”

  “How serious?”

  “We were going to marry her,” Keagan tells me, and my jaw drops. I feel it drop open, but I don’t hurry to close my mouth. I’m gawking like a fish, but I really don’t care. I’m too shocked to care.

  Marriage?

  Really?

  “What happened?” It’s a nosy question and I feel a little bad asking, but not bad enough to stay quiet. Marriage is a huge commitment. As it is, I’ve never even come close to marrying someone. I’ve never even come close to living with someone, to be honest.

  And they were going to share a wife.

  “It’s a lot easier to romanticize a relationship when you’re casually dating,” Eli says slowly. “Once you live with someone, things start to change.”