by Christa Wick
My panties and sandals were gone before I finished gasping.
With a wild grin, Chase quickly settled between my parted thighs, his chin hovering just above my bald mound. "Baby, you didn't expect us to go slow now that we have you inside, did you?"
I looked to Roman to put the brakes on -- pleading for just a little time. He shook his head. Eyes raking my bare flesh, he peeled the t-shirt off his long, muscular frame.
Brushing his lips against my thigh, Chase released a low laugh. "No help there, baby girl. He needs you every bit as badly as I do."
Mouth gliding right, he trailed the tip of his tongue along my flesh. Reaching the split of my labia, he took a curling lick up my clit, his lips sealing around the swollen bud just as Roman's jeans and underwear hit the floor.
Roman gave me a few long seconds to appreciate his sculpted body and the thick shaft that pushed hard and fast to just below his navel. Then he crawled onto the bed and stretched alongside me, his head even with mine. He ran his fingers over my stomach and up to my breast, his hand molding around my flesh to squeeze and pull as his mouth covered mine.
Below, Chase devoured me. His teeth grazed along my labia. A nip, a lick, his thick fingers in me, stretching my muscles until he had three fingers cupped against my G spot. I tightened around him, my hips lifting to pump his mouth.
Reaching beside me, I gripped Roman's cock, my hand barely closing around the broad shaft. Both of them so big, the thought made me even tighter.
"Baby, fuck..." Breathless, Chase doubled the fury of his attack, squeezing that knot nestled just inside me as his lips and tongue worked my clit. "Come for me, baby, so I can bury my cock in this sweet, tight cunt."
Still kissing me, Roman rose up on his knees and one hand, the other teasing my nipples as I stroked his cock. I tugged his shaft closer to my mouth, a shudder rolling through him as my lips closed around its fat head.
Matching my pace with the play of Chase's fingers and tongue, I bobbed forward, swallowing Roman's glorious cock as deeply as I could. He groaned, his hips twitching as he gripped the side of my face.
Chase altered his tempo, his long muscular fingers chancing upon a previously undiscovered switch inside me. My body jerked, a low moan vibrating through me. Chuckling, Chase rubbed the spot again. My hand squeezed the base of Roman's shaft in response. Tracing a circle around the nerve he'd hit upon, Chase looked up the length of my body, his gaze sparkling with mischief as my hand convulsed a second time.
"Dude...not fair." Roman pried my fingers from around his cock as Chase drew another circle and then another, my hips lifting higher with each round trip.
I closed my eyes, my nails raking Roman's thigh in rough apology as my whole body began to quake. Chase drove me on until my muscles locked and then he drove me a little further until I screamed in ecstasy.
Slowing his strokes, he eased me back down to the mattress.
Surfing up the far side of the bed, Chase rolled onto his side and tugged me towards him until my back was against his broad chest, his hard cock filling the valley of my bottom. Roman followed after me, his chest against my breasts. He took possession of my mouth as Chase lifted my top leg and penetrated me with one deep thrust of his heavy cock.
My climax still pulsing through me, my cunt clutched at him, milking his length until he started to gasp from the pure pleasure of it.
Roman's hand snaked down my belly and over my mound. His skin slick with the cream of my orgasm, he coaxed two fingers inside me, crowding Chase's cock as he quickly found and rubbed the small area that had so violently triggered my first climax.
"Fuck, she loves that." Chase drew a ragged breath in as the walls of my pussy started to roll violently with each stroke Roman took. Chase pumped his hips against my backside, his cock spearing deep inside me to force Roman's fingers harder against the knot. "She's coming again, sweet baby--"
His fingers dug into my hips as he fought the onrushing tide of his own climax. His mouth sealed around the side of my throat, searing the flesh with a sucking, bruising kiss as he refused to surrender.
"Baby girl, your pussy's so perfect."
Hooking his fingers, Roman stretched me, stroked, stretched me some more, tugging and twisting at the muscles of my cunt until both of them had their cocks fitted snugly inside me. My eyes rolled back, the light flicking on and off inside my head as my eyelids twitched.
They rode me at first with opposite strokes. Roman pushed deep as Chase all but withdrew, then Chase thrust into me, his whole body trembling as Roman pulled back. Their dicks seesawing in and out, one lover pushed against the front of my hips, the other bounced against my ass. Our flesh met, parted, melded as one.
Chase reached an arm around to squeeze my breast. Roman gripped my hip. Their words fell hot and dirty in my ear, along my mouth. Tongues licked my throat and lips as my pussy knotted around their big cocks. I bore down on them as the biggest wave of my climax roared through me.
They froze, both heads hooked at the ring of muscle gating my cunt. Groaning, they pushed in together, all the way up to uniformly butt against my cervix. Back down to tug, then up, crashing into me, my mind splintering at the sensation.
A keening moan rippled along my throat as their cocks jerked inside me, cum shooting from them in simultaneous jets. Dicks swelling, pumping, muscles twitching. They held me, rocked me, their motions gentling as the last of their seed was spent. They came at last to a stop, their arms across my body to grasp each other and hold me tight between them.
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Roman kissed me as he waited to grow softer. When he finally did, he eased from me first. Rising from the bed, he left the room, his big cock gently swinging as he crossed into the kitchen. Chase climbed over me until we were chest-to-chest.
Cupping my face with both hands, he thumbed the corners of my mouth. "You okay, baby girl?"
That was the Chase I knew. He might take someone down as if he were a lion, but he licked and nuzzled like a kitten afterwards.
When I didn't answer right away, he kissed my forehead then drew my face to his chest and cradled me against it. "Tell me you're okay, Gracie."
I curled a hand around the side of his narrow waist and nodded, my throat too tight with emotion to speak. Roman re-entered the room at that moment, a tall glass of ice water in his hand. He must have brushed it against Chase's spine because Chase gasped and relaxed his grip.
"Let her rehydrate before you attack her again," Roman teased.
Chase released me with a small growl and rolled onto his back. Scooting up the bed until his broad back rested against the headboard, he pulled me up and took the glass of water from Roman. Holding it, he offered me sips, his lips resting against the crown of my head as I drank.
Roman crawled in next to me, his body nestling against my other side and his lips pressed warmly at the curve of my neck. He caressed my hip and thigh, Chase playfully blocking him with a knee when Roman's fingers moonwalked toward my mound.
A fuzzy, tingling heat blossomed along my skin. Naked in bed with them, I didn't feel the least bit self-conscious. Not once in my life had they made me feel like their fat little friend. They would hammer anyone who did. I loved them, had loved them one way or another for as long as I could remember.
"Uh-oh," Chase started. "She's thinking again. We can't have that."
Rolling my eyes at him, I rested the still cold and perspiring glass on top of his exposed nipple and watched grinning as a shiver rolled through him.
"Actually…" Pausing, I ran the bottom rim of the glass around his puckered nipple. "I was remembering that time Roman punched Bobby Pepperdine in the nose back in fourth grade."
Chase chuckled. Roman sighed, the sound less than happy. I knew why -- he was remembering his mother's visit to the principal's office that afternoon. More specifically, he remembered her questioning why Roman had punched Bobby and her cold, eviscerating response when Roman explained that Bobby had teased me about being fat.
Maxine had tried like hell that summer and all the ones that followed through high school to ensure Roman did find new friends. Happily, she failed.
Stretching across Chase's torso, I placed the glass on the nightstand. On my way back across Chase, I brushed my lips against his then rolled to face Roman. Trying to keep the tears from my eyes, I thumbed his cheek.
"She's never forgiven me for you giving her the silent treatment for a whole month after that."
"I've never forgiven her for saying what she did." Smiling softly, Roman tugged me toward him.
Chase followed as if invisible strings attached my body to his. I was in the middle of a man sandwich, the bread between two gorgeous, thick slabs of meat. My eyes closed as both lovers started to gently fondle me.
Damn, it felt good, the sensation of their heat and hands and the two growing erections pressed against me. Between the two of them, every bad thing in my life disappeared. I felt safe for the first time in years -- since before their deployments, my rotten marriage and its even more rotten ending.
I didn't want the night to end, but it had to. No one goes around Glennville with everybody knowing they've taken two men into their bed at the same time. I'd lose my job, my apartment--
"Gracie," Chase growled. "I'm serious. I really don't want you thinking for the next few days until you get used to this arrangement."
I growled back, the sound weaker and feminine but enough to tell him he needed to stop reading my mind. Replaying the end of his statement, I shook my head. "What arrangement?"
"Tell her." Chase rested his chin on my shoulder. I could tell from the way it softly dug into my flesh that he was grinning at Roman. "She'll think I'm joking if I say it."
His erection moving against me as he clenched his stomach and braced for my reaction, Roman closed his eyes and drew a slow breath. When he opened them, his gaze hooked mine and held. "Baby, we're going to marry you."
I nodded slowly, not saying yes, only trying desperately to figure out what they meant. When I couldn't, I shook my head, cracking a joke to ease the tension. "I take it you haven't talked to Pastor Brown about this."
"Fuck that old man," Chase grumbled behind me, one arm looping under mine to fasten his hand on my shoulder and secure me to him.
"Fuck everybody," I snorted, the sentiment often expressed among the three of us. "Fuck my boss, who will fire me because the prudes at the country club will ruin his business if he doesn't. Fuck your commanding officer, who will have your security clearances pulled--"
"We're out," Roman interrupted. "In thirty days, at least. New jobs, new city…and you're coming with us."
"Yeah." Chase nipped lightly at my shoulder. "So grabby-hands Pennington can really go fuck himself."
Pulling away from me, Chase tugged until I was flat on my back, my head moving side to side as I looked at them.
"And you…" he said, cupping my breast. "You will be too busy going to school to worry about having a job."
"Don't--"
They both stopped me with a growl.
"Don't what? Don't touch you?" Chase asked half a second before his mouth defiantly covered my nipple and he started sucking.
"Or don't tell you that we're going to take care of you?" Roman followed and moved down the bed until his head was even with my hip. "Because we are going to touch you, Gracie, and take care of you."
"You're ours." Chase stopped suckling long enough to gently reprimand me. "Remember that so I don't have to spank that sweet ass every time you forget."
Closing my eyes, I nodded. There was no ground beneath me, I was that far down in Glennville. Both men wanted to lift me up, together. They could only do so if I trusted them, and there was no one I trusted more than Roman and Chase.
Roman nuzzled my mound, his thumb parting my labia so he could take his first lick of my clit. "Was that a yes, baby?"
I swallowed the small knot of apprehension lodged in my throat. "Yes."
Chase stopped teasing my breast. I opened my eyes to find him watching me, his dark eyes misting with emotion. I shut my eyes again, my tears finally overflowing to stream down the sides of my face.
"Don't worry, Gracie. It will all work out."
Chase surfed up the bed and rubbed his cheek against mine, our tears mixing in the seconds before he and Roman began another slow sampling of my flesh that lasted late into the night.
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White lace curtains fluttered in front of my face. My curtains, they hung in the single window of the small living room of my apartment. On the other side of them, the parking lot waited, early morning sunlight glinting off the vehicles of my neighbors.
A small warning growl sounded behind me then Chase wrapped an arm around my waist. "Nothing has changed out there since you looked fifteen minutes ago, Gracie."
I tried to wiggle from his embrace. The curtains weren't manufactured for privacy. Anyone standing on the sidewalk outside my unit would be able to see him touching me. Such a viewing might not be too embarrassing if Roman wasn't also in the room, deliciously bare chested and reading the morning paper on my couch.
I attempted another maneuver and Chase turned me into him. "Just where do you think you're going, love?"
"To get a sheet." This time the growl was mine and I gave his thick chest a futile push. Damn, he was solid from head to toe. Remembering just how solid caused a heavy twinge in my pussy, making me forget, for a moment, why I wanted the sheet.
Privacy...
Right. The whole world could look into my living room and see I had two men half-dressed, Chase visibly sporting an erection almost the length of my whole damn forearm beneath his jeans.
"Gracie, it's not even seven." Roman folded the paper and looked at his partner-in-crime. "On a Saturday. Chase is right..."
He patted the seat. "Relax over here."
I snorted. I could tell by the look in Roman's eye that relaxation was not what he had in mind. The two had damn near exhausted me since we returned from Elma's bar last night and they had convinced me that the only way things were going to work out for the three of us was together. "Exhausted" in a melted goodness way, but that didn't mean at least a little common sense hadn't returned with daylight.
"Look," I jabbed a finger in Roman's direction. "If anyone walks by, the news is going to reach your mother before we do."
My stomach did a fat somersault at the idea that I would have to be in the same county when Maxine Clark found out her precious only child was a sexual deviant with a taste for big girls. I'd been fighting that woman for the privilege of her son's friendship almost my entire life. The fight was going to journey beyond ugly now that there was dirty-sweet threesome sex involved.
Two cocks, one very tender, swollen pussy...
I shook my head and tried to remember my point. Chase didn't give me time to think, he never did. He scooped me up from where I stood by the window and collapsed with me on the couch next to Roman. I had half a second to think I was going to need a stronger couch to support the three of us before my two lovers managed to turn me across their collective laps, belly down, bottom up.
Cold air hit my backside and I gave a little gasp as Chase brushed a fingertip against the back of my thigh. "See, I told you she would put panties on."
"Just because I stopped arguing doesn't mean I agreed." Squirming to get free, I looked over my shoulder and glared at Chase. "I am not going to either of your parents' homes to discuss our....arrangement...with my ass uncovered!"
Chase cut a glance in Roman's direction. "Tell her."
I growled. They were not playing that game with me again. Roman was no more reasonable than Chase. One couldn't be the muscles and the other the brain when it came to getting what they wanted
from me. Hell, they could both wrestle me to the ground within five seconds, particularly since I didn't mind being under them!
"Baby..." Roman stroked my cheek, his face as innocent of wrongdoing as when he used to mind the altar at church. "You've got to get your head in the game. It's a confidence technique. You'll be able to wipe the floor with my mother if you want to."
I huffed and squirmed some more as I desperately tried to ignore Chase testing the seam of my panties in search of a weak spot. Reaching back, I swatted at his hand. "Stop that!"
A shriek of fabric immediately followed, leaving me bare assed.
"Wet already," Chase chuckled as he ran a finger against the seal of my labia. "She's just arguing to argue, and that deserves a spanking all on its own."
I froze. My stomach tightened into a knot. I wasn't afraid either man would hurt me, but I didn't want them tanning my hide! What if I liked it? That was unacceptable. I'd left an overbearing asshole of an ex-husband and shown I was strong enough to make it on my own. For my pussy to be soaked from the way they were manhandling me and threatening to spank me tender was a betrayal by my own body.
Roman brushed his thumb halfway across my lips. Stopping at the center, he gently coaxed the fat tip into my mouth as his gaze went soft. "Spanking might get her head in the game even better."
"Mmm, you're right." Chase shifted his hips, his hard cock and the front seam of his jeans jutting into the soft padding of my hip.
I brought my hands against the cushions to push up.
"Gracie, you're the last unit in the building. No one is going to walk by." Roman leaned forward, his arm leveraging across my back as he brought his mouth close to my ear. "Everything we do is to make you feel good and be stronger. You have to stop caring what other people think because we won't hide. This is 24/7 for the rest of our lives."
Reaching between us, Roman freed his cock. More fabric shrieked as the dress I had put on half an hour before turned into bare threads beneath Chase's strong hands. The bra disappeared a heartbeat later, leaving me completely naked across their legs.