He held himself up on bent elbows on the mattress, kissing her.
“I realize I’m fairly innocent, but shouldn’t the jeans come off first?” she teased.
“Impatient.”
She started to say it took one to know one, when he pushed himself off the bed. Rosalia would have watched the show when Doug shed his jeans, but TJ was there, kissing her again.
Rosalia wondered how she’d lived a lifetime without kisses. They were so powerful, so incredible. She revised her opinion about eyes being the gateway to the soul. It seemed to her that the way these men kissed her told the tale better, more accurately.
The crinkling of a wrapper caught her attention, and she turned her face away from TJ to break the kiss.
“Do you have to use that?” she asked.
Doug was sitting on the edge of the mattress, facing away from her. She got her first peek at his bare ass, but in his current position she couldn’t see the rest.
He looked at her over his shoulder. “That’s up to you, Rosie. I’m clean, but it has to be your call.”
“I don’t want you to use it. Don’t want either of you to. I think…” She bit her lower lip, then just said it. “I want to feel you. Just you.”
Doug tossed the condom on the bedside table, then turned, climbing back in the bed.
Rosalia tried to school her expression but failed, and Doug caught sight of her wide-eyed astonishment.
“Trust me, sweetheart. It’s just average. Nothing earth-shattering.”
TJ chuckled but didn’t say anything else. A quick glimpse in his direction proved TJ was looking at the same thing she was.
She tried to read his expression, tried to find the word to describe what it was she saw on his face. Finally, she landed on appreciation…or…desire?
It sparked a suspicion.
“Have the two of you ever done this before? Ever shared a woman?”
Doug shook his head at the same time TJ said, “Of course not.”
She didn’t ask her next question, given their hasty responses. Rosalia might not know much, but she figured it might be a buzzkill to ask if they’d ever slept with just each other.
Doug resumed his position on top of her, TJ scooting over to give him more room. She wrapped her legs around his thighs as he reached down to place the head of his cock at her opening.
TJ ran his fingers through her hair, drawing her attention to him. “Moment of truth.”
She smiled. “So it is.”
Doug didn’t wait to hear more, taking her words as permission.
They held each other’s gaze as he slowly pressed in. She suddenly appreciated TJ’s comment about her being wet and tight. The juices of her arousal were helping, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t a tight fit. Her inner muscles clenched, but she couldn’t tell if that was to draw him in or push him out.
She gasped when something sharp gave way, and he slid in to the hilt.
It stung for a second, but it didn’t take her body long to become accustomed to the invasion.
Doug held still within her, waiting. “Take your time, Rosie. I’m not going to move a muscle until you tell me it’s okay.”
She licked her lips, then nodded. “It’s okay. Honest.”
He retreated as slowly as he’d pressed in. The sweat on his brow and his somewhat pained expression proved he really was doing everything in his power to minimize her pain, to make this good for her.
After two slow thrusts in and out, every trace of soreness vanished, replaced by a hot and heavy need for more. More friction. More speed.
“Doug,” she whispered. “Can you go faster?”
He swallowed heavily, her gaze drawn to his throat muscles.
“Are you sure?”
She reached around, gripping his ass cheeks and squeezing them. “Very sure.”
He kissed her on the cheek, his sweet, beloved smile covering his face. They’d flirted for years, and Rosalia wondered how she’d managed to resist him for so long.
Doug’s movements grew faster as he pushed deeper.
Rosalia lost track of place and time, all her attention focused on the magical feeling between her legs. She tightened her thighs around Doug’s waist, and her hands fell to the pillow by her head, in absolute surrender, as her strength deserted her.
“Doug!” she cried out. “God.”
Her eyes opened just in time to catch Doug looking over at TJ, who reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, stroking it.
The trigger pulled, her climax fired. Her back arched as she screamed, her pussy clenching.
Doug followed her over, his deep voice grunting out her name along with a stream of beautiful curses. “Fuck! Rosie. Jesus. Yes. God, baby…”
As her climax subsided, she drifted into a soft, boneless state. She’d never been this relaxed in her entire life. It was almost as heavenly as the soul-searing orgasm she’d just had.
Doug fell to her side, the two of them sliding apart in breathless laughter.
“That was worth waiting for.”
Doug pretended to tip the hat he wasn’t wearing, turning on his cowboy charm. “Thank ya kindly, ma’am.”
Rosalia sighed happily, hoping this idyllic feeling never disappeared.
TJ reached out to place his hand on her stomach. “That’s a pretty sound.”
She hadn’t forgotten him—God, how could she? He was sex incarnate—but she wanted a moment to revel in the first experience. “TJ,” she started.
“We’ve got all night, darlin’. Or…” He paused, and she watched doubt creep in. “Or I can excuse myself if the bed’s too crowded.”
“What?”
“Hell no!”
She and Doug answered in unison.
“Well, alrighty then,” TJ replied with a chuckle.
Doug stretched and stood up. “I need to see a man about a horse.”
Rosalia giggled as he headed to the bathroom. She turned to face TJ.
“You’re still wearing your pants.” She didn’t have a clue where this flirty woman was coming from, but she liked her, liked being her.
“That’s right. I am. They’re gonna stay on a bit longer, too. You sore?”
She shook her head, though her quick denial wasn’t exactly the truth. She was definitely twinging in some new places. But not badly enough that she didn’t want round two.
“Mmmhmmm.” His low grumbled hum proved he didn’t believe her.
“TJ, please. I really want this. Want you.”
He tilted his head as if considering that. Then he said, “Want is a pretty powerful thing. I feel it too. It’s not as strong as need though, Rosalia. So if you start to feel the want fading and the need doesn’t show up, you let me know, okay?”
She wanted to ask what happened if she never stopped wanting him. Or if the needing part not only showed up, but took root.
But that felt way too heavy a conversation to have right now. Everything he said drove home how little she knew about TJ. And she knew her ignorance about him was intentional on his part. He had been purposely locking her out, holding her at bay, and she didn’t know why.
But TJ wasn’t wrong. Her desire for him, her physical wants, were too strong to resist. So she didn’t.
“I’ll let you know,” she said at last. Quickly adding, “But I don’t see that happening anytime soon. I was a twenty-seven-year-old virgin up until half an hour ago. There’s kind of a lot I want.”
He gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. “We’re going to make every minute count, Rosalia.”
That time she couldn’t deny her suspicions. TJ was putting a timeline on this, had already figured out there would be an end to it.
She opened her mouth to call him out for it, but Doug came back into the room.
“Roll on your back, Rosie,” he said. She noticed he had something in his hands.
“What’s that?”
“Grabbed a warm washcloth.” As he spoke, Doug gently tugged her legs apart and cleaned her. T
he heat from the soft cotton felt wonderful.
A tear escaped before she even realized she was crying.
Doug caught it with his fingertip. “Catching up to you?”
“I’m not sad.”
Doug gave her that cherished grin that had her insides melting. “I know you’re not. It was a special moment for you. Hell, for me, too. Something I’ll carry with me until the day I die.”
Doug always seemed to know the perfect thing to say at the perfect time.
He finished cleaning her up, tossing the cloth to the floor, before tugging the covers down and crawling beneath them.
She followed suit. The two of them were still naked, but TJ hadn’t made any move to join them in that state.
Doug must have sensed the same reticence she did. “We’re not kicking you out of this bed, TJ. It’s the three of us in this. We’re adults and we all made that decision. Not sure where your head is but get it back in the game. This isn’t the Doug and Rosie Show anymore.”
“Rosie and Doug,” she corrected, pleased when TJ not only chuckled, but took Doug’s words to heart. He stood up to shed his jeans and boxers.
“Oh,” she whispered as she got her first glimpse of naked TJ. She’d been the slightest bit drowsy a few minutes earlier, but just like that, her body shifted from tired to take-me-now.
She lifted her hands in invitation.
He accepted, the restraints he’d put on himself suddenly loosened. She expected him to follow Doug’s example, to cage her beneath him, but missionary didn’t appear to be on his mind.
TJ twisted her until she faced Doug, lying behind her. His arms wrapped around her as he took a breast in each hand, plumping the flesh. His cock was hard and poking against her back. She started to understand why he’d suggested Doug go first. If Doug was right about being average, TJ was definitely above average.
Not that it mattered. Especially when he started kissing the side of her neck, his teeth nipping at her earlobe as if he’d devour her whole.
“God. That feels so good.”
Doug watched them for a few minutes before jumping in. He stroked a loving hand along her face, and she sucked in a deep breath, overwhelmed by the utter adoration in his eyes.
“You pick, Rosalia,” TJ said. “I can take you the way Doug did or from behind. Or you can crawl up on top and ride me. I’m not exactly a small man, and I don’t want to do anything that hurts.”
Rosalia pushed her hips farther back. “From behind.” Now that she’d lost her virginity, she wanted to soak up every ounce of this experience she could, wanted to learn everything they had to teach her.
TJ’s hands cupped her ass cheeks, gradually squeezing tighter until she squeaked. “Not sure I can be…”
Rosalia waited for him to finish, clueless as to what he was talking about, but when Doug replied, she realized his words hadn’t been meant for her.
“You’re not paying attention, TJ. Our Rosie isn’t made of glass. She’s all woman. And she wants exactly what you do.”
She wasn’t sure what that meant, but she didn’t disagree. “He’s right,” she added breathlessly, silently hoping he was. She was out of her league here.
Whatever was bothering TJ was assuaged, because one minute they were lying back to chest, and the next he had a grip on her hips, dragging her up until she was on her hands and knees.
“Oh man. I’m taking advantage of that,” Doug said, lifting one of her legs and sliding beneath her. “Easy access,” he teased as his lips closed around one of her nipples.
TJ knelt behind her, gripping her hips with his large, firm hands. There was no denying he was a strong man. Really strong. Yet that didn’t frighten her, didn’t make her feel anything less than completely safe.
TJ ran his finger along her slit. Despite Doug’s clean-up job, she was wet again, two of his fingers slipping inside with ease. She lowered her chest toward Doug, the position elevating her ass toward TJ. She was hoping he’d get the message.
His fingers weren’t enough.
When he continued to play, she started rocking back and forth, trying desperately to grab more of what she wanted, what he was denying her.
His free hand drifted from her hip to her clit and she jerked roughly, her complaints coming out louder than she intended. “Goddammit. Fuck me already.”
TJ and Doug chuckled, but neither one of the bastards changed course.
TJ added a third finger to the two inside her, and while the added pressure felt good, it still wasn’t enough.
Rosalia’s body was on autopilot, her movements frenzied as she tried—to no avail—to get what she wanted from TJ.
“Please,” she cried, the word coming out weakly. “Need…”
TJ pulled his fingers from her, and she could have sobbed with relief.
That response would have been wrong. TJ wasn’t finished playing with her. And she stopped caring when he ran the tip of one wet finger around the rim of her anus.
“God!” He pressed in two knuckles deep, and Rosalia’s arms failed to hold her up. It didn’t matter. Doug was there to catch her. He cupped her head, his fingers tightening in her hair, as she rested her cheek on his chest.
She turned her face slightly, sinking her teeth into Doug’s pec. He groaned, then said, “Fuck, man. You’re turning her into a rabid beast here.”
Rosalia was too far gone to laugh at the joke. TJ’s finger had stilled and she’d had enough. Her patience was completely gone. She jerked back quickly, trying to push him in all the way.
He took exception to her trying to take control, slapping her ass just once. “Hold still.”
In any other place or situation, that deep, do-as-I-say-or-else voice would have intimidated her.
This time, it bounced off her like a rubber ball and she pressed back again, harder, faster. TJ spanked her again, placing two firm slaps to her ass.
If he thought that was going to stop her, he was sadly mistaken. Between the heat and the sting and the unbearable pulsing between her legs, she couldn’t stop herself.
“Fuck me,” she yelled.
TJ shoved his finger all the way into her ass, just once, just enough to pull a loud groan from her. Then he withdrew all the way, gripped her hips and thrust his cock into her pussy with all the speed and force of a freight train barreling down the tracks.
Her back arched as he hit the spot. She detonated. Exploded. Shattered into a million shiny pieces.
TJ disregarded her orgasm, continued to fuck her as if it never happened, harder, faster. There was definitely going to be evidence of his grip on her hips tomorrow, bruises most likely. She couldn’t wait to see them, to touch them and remember this.
Rosalia recovered quickly—what choice did she have?—and picked up his pace, rocking back as he slammed forward. Doug was holding her, his hands on her breasts as he pinched her nipples. She felt his hard cock, rejuvenated after their lovemaking, beating against her stomach with each thrust.
She reached down and grabbed it, running her hand over it, loving the way her unexpected grasp caught Doug off guard.
“Fuck, Rosie. Baby.”
Those words morphed into grunts when TJ placed his hand on top of hers and the two of them jerked Doug off, even as TJ never lost his own beautiful rhythm inside her.
“I can’t…stop…” she gasped, trying to breathe in a suddenly airless room.
“I’m coming.” She felt Doug come, jets of the sticky hot stuff hitting her stomach, landing on his.
She fell next, her forehead dropping to Doug’s chest as her body shook with white-hot pleasure.
TJ was the last, both hands returning to her hips as he jerked inside her two more times before her name fell from his lips in absolute reverence. “Rosalia. Beautiful Rosalia.”
The three of them remained in place, the only sound in the room that of them struggling to catch their breath.
TJ moved first, withdrawing and standing, heading to the bathroom. The sound of water met her ears.
“My shower is too tiny for all of us. Or for even two of us.”
“Probably better that way,” Doug murmured, his voice heavy as sleep started to claim him. “Can’t see you wet under hot water and not take you again.”
TJ returned with a new washcloth.
Rosalia read the apology on his lips before he spoke a word. She stopped him. “Don’t say a thing. That was amazing.”
“You were a virgin two hours ago. I was too hard, too rough.”
“Shh,” she soothed him. “Let me sleep for a few hours and I’ll let you do it all over again.”
Doug chuckled, even though he never opened his eyes. “I’ll take that deal.”
The creases in TJ’s forehead proved he wasn’t as easily appeased. He was quiet as he gave her the gentlest of baths, running the warm cloth all over her as she fought to keep her own eyes open.
“Toss that over here when you’re done,” Doug mumbled. “Not sure I can stand up and walk just yet.”
TJ went back to the bathroom, rinsing the washcloth out. When he returned, he walked to Doug’s side of the bed and ran it over his friend’s chest, cleaning off the evidence of their lovemaking.
Rosalia turned to watch them, studying the wariness, yet… God, what was it? Anticipation? Expectation? Desire? It pulsed between them, setting off some serious Brokeback Mountain sexual tension.
When he was finished, TJ placed the cloth on the nightstand and walked around the bed, crawling in beside her.
She fell to her back, clasping hands with Doug, who’d fallen asleep within seconds.
TJ faced her, his hand resting on her stomach.
“You’re really okay?”
He obviously couldn’t rest without more reassurance.
“You were there, TJ. You tell me. Did I look like I hated any part of that?”
Finally, the clouds cleared and he smiled. “Probably wouldn’t use the word hate. More like a woman possessed. Starting to think it’s a good thing you invited me and Doug to your bed. Not sure one man could satisfy you.”
She giggled. “Are you calling me a sex maniac?”
He placed a soft kiss on her bare shoulder. “If the shoe fits…”
Rosalia started to toss another joke his way, but with his conscience soothed, TJ drifted off to sleep as easily as Doug had.
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