by Davis, SJ
Before she could ask him, tell him to explain, he pulled her in, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.
Russell's kiss was different than Jason's playful passion. His kiss was demanding, it told her what he wanted, and it said he wanted her. Jason may be an indulgent dessert, but Russell was a main dish. Strong, hearty, comfort food, the kiss that let you know you were home.
Jason rejoined them, his lips landing elsewhere, teasing her ear, trailing down her neck, and her stomach spiraled. Dreams were made of this moment. The one where she didn’t have to choose, but they both wanted her. This couldn’t be real.
Her knees gave out when Jason sneaked in for another kiss on her mouth. He held her up to explore the rest of her, his hand trailing down her side, then up to cup her breast.
She should protest, stop them, but didn't. Not when Jason unzipped the back of her dress, not when Russell moved her dress down her shoulder and let his mouth settle there, and especially not when her dress dropped to the floor.
Two mouths on her, four hands exploring, and her one mind trying to wrap around what was happening. All she could do was let her body take over. The fire running through her from the fiasco in the gallery morphed into a heat that radiated from each one of their touches. It was all she could do to try and dole out even a tenth of what they were giving her, kiss them back, run her hands over them.
"We need to feel her up against us." Jason pulled back and lifted his turtleneck over his head.
Her breath caught somewhere between her heart and her throat. Yes, she had seen Jason without a shirt before, but she always tried not to look at what she couldn't have. This time she stared. If his face was enough to cause a traffic jam, his chest was a multi-car pileup consisting of miles of smooth skin and a gridlock of muscles.
He caught her gawking and lifted only one side of his mouth in a smile as he stepped back to her. His gaze traveled down her body causing her to hold her breath, and he took her hand and placed it on his chest. Russell came up behind her.
She swallowed and allowed her hand to travel across his tight skin, making sure this was real, but it had to be, even her dreams couldn't conjure images and sensations like this. She turned to Russell. Were they really going to do this?
Russell wasn't smiles and naughty looks. He was intense stares and conviction, and he took her other hand and guided it to the buttons on his shirt, telling her that yes indeed, they were doing this.
She took his cue and with trembling hands unbuttoned his shirt, where she was treated to a completely different, but no less magnificent landscape. Long and lean, Russell's chest boasted the scant right amount of dark hair on his chest and stomach which led to that sexy line of hair starting right at his belly button and leading down below the waistline of his pants.
She had to touch him. Had to. She left his shirt hanging open and ran one finger down the center of his chest. His strength and his smarts radiated through him. He was a true man, one that would emerge from any disaster and rescue his lady. She moved her finger lower, down to that sexy line of hair and assessed the bulge in his jeans with her palm. Yes, he was a man.
"Oh yeah." Jason moved his hand down her back, pushing her gently toward Russell. "Touch him, Laurie."
"Lauren." Russell grabbed her shoulders and crushed his lips to hers.
Every kiss either of them gave her made an aching need rise right in her center, but when Russell's bare skin rubbed across hers, she knew without a doubt, she would go through with whatever these two concocted.
Leaving consequences behind her, she did as Jason directed and reached down to the front of Russell's pants. Even through the fabric, she noted his thickness. His erection snaked down the leg of his pants. Far down the leg of his pants.
"I need you, Lauren." He put his hand over hers. "We need you."
No matter what was truly happening and even though this was only for tonight, those were the magic words. "Yes."
"Get her to the bed." Jason took his hands off her, went to the bed and tore off the bedspread. "Over here." He took off his pants, leaving him only in a pair of red boxer briefs.
Almost like they were in a movie, Russell lifted her, making the room spin along with her mind. He set her down. He also undressed, shimming out of his shirt and pants, and placing his glasses on the nightstand, leaving him in nothing but his blue boxer briefs. Her breathing came erratically as he lay down next to her.
Jason joined them both, and while Russell kissed her, Jason went exploring with his mouth and tongue.
She didn't know where to put her focus. Should she concentrate on how Russell's mouth worked hers, or did she try to keep track of Jason and how he unhooked her bra, kissing and nibbling each one of her breasts?
"Her boobs are incredible." Jason leaned up and touched her tight peak causing her to jump. "Russ, look."
Russell turned to Jason. "They're perfect."
"You haven't tasted one yet." Jason moved his hand to the breast nearest him and lifted his chin toward Russell.
She watched this interchange. The fact that Jason invited his best friend to partake in her chest made the moment when Russell dipped his head down even more incredible. With each man paying their own type of attention to her breasts, she squirmed beneath them, tangling her hands in their hair. Russell's technique was gentle, his touches and kisses light, precise as if he were taking great care like when he handled one of his vintage toys.
Of course, Jason was different. He took her nipple between his teeth, tickled and taunted, and would stop to examine if his ministrations created the desired effect. When at last he was satisfied, he took Russell's hand, put it on the breast he tended to, then glanced up at her, and moved lower.
He kissed his way down her stomach, and she held her breath, unable to move or react before he pulled her panties down and ran his fingers over her. "She's soaking wet."
Wet wasn't the word for it, drenched was more accurate. Heat rose in her cheeks at his declaration. "Jason." She covered her eyes with her hand.
"It's awesome." With the words out, he placed his mouth on her.
His tongue swirled around her most intimate spot, and she gasped. She always pictured Jason to be the type to know how to pleasure a woman, and her instinct was spot on.
Russell moved her hand away and looked right into her eyes. "It's hot that you want us."
She always wanted them. Always. Both of them, and they were here. "Russell." She needed to ask him what they were doing. He would have the answer. Before she could get any words out, Jason slipped two fingers into her. All she could do was grab the bed sheet and brace herself against the pleasure that began to coil itself right in the middle. She couldn't go over the edge this quick, she hadn't even touched them yet. "Let me." She reached for Russell.
Russell took her hand and kissed it, stopping her before she could touch him. "We want to make love to you." Though a statement, it felt like he was asking permission.
She nodded and bit her lip. If that was what they wanted they better hurry, she was becoming desperate for relief and trying to hold back.
"She's so ready." Jason didn't let up. "Get a condom."
She bucked her hips when Jason spoke, the vibration hitting her in all the right places.
"Russell, come on." Jason got up. "I want to watch first."
"Ahh," she cried out in protest as Jason's mouth and fingers left her. Her body throbbed. How were they going to pull this off?
She received her answer with the telltale crinkle of a cellophane condom wrapper being opened and the bed shifting as the men changed places. "You don't know how long I've wanted you." As Russell entered her, his voice hitched.
Her body put up no fight in allowing him access. Over the years, they shared almost everything, and finally this last barrier was crossed. "Russell."
She wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes, blocking everything else out except having Russell inside her. She took in his skin, the way his muscles tensed beneath her ha
nds, and how he moaned when she began to move with him. She swore to herself she would never forget this second where he worked to bring her to satisfaction. His lovemaking felt tailor made to bring her to her end, everything she fantasized about, yet surprising at the same time. His strokes were even and steady, starting slow with a grind of his hips and building, becoming faster, more urgent.
"That feel good, baby?"
Until Jason spoke she almost forgot he was there, and she opened her eyes to the most surreal sight. Russell on top of her, his hair now loose and hanging down in his eyes, and Jason lying next to her.
Jason pressed his body along the length of hers and took her chin, moving her face up to his. He kissed her, and she tasted herself on his lips. "Does it?"
"Yes," she choked out.
"Tell him, tell him how good he feels." Jason slid his hand across her chest until his fingertips found one of her nipples.
Somehow in this circus Jason became the ringleader.
"Russ." She spread her legs wider, embedding Russell even deeper inside her. "You feel good." She was making love to Russell. God. She was making love to him and Jason was right here.
Russell pushed her knee back and sped up. "You're incredible. Damn, Lauren." He grabbed her hand.
"Do you know how hot you look getting pounded by my best friend?" Jason whispered in her ear. "Move with him, show me what I have to look forward to."
Jason being there, guiding them, and participating, edged her closer to her end, and she did as he commanded. She lifted her hips to Russell, meeting him stroke for stroke. She cried out, not a word, she didn't think she could form a word. The pressure built, demanding relief.
"Don't stop, Lauren." Russell lowered his head.
"I think Russell needs to come," Jason whispered and sucked her earlobe. "Do you?"
"Jase." She needed an anchor, something to hold on to, she was walking on a tightrope with no net, and she grabbed both Russell and Jason.
"Do you need to come, Lauren?" Jason's tone both teased and directed.
She shut her eyes, once again taking the time to concentrate on Russell, the way he moved inside her. It was that one moment right before her orgasm, that second when she could block everything else out because her body insisted on being heard. "Yes!" She was close, right there, all she needed was one, maybe two more strokes. "Russell!"
"Now, Lauren." He slammed his hips into hers. "Now!" He pulled back and repeated his action.
His last thrust did the job. She cried out and succumbed, her body pulsing in bliss in time with his.
"Damn." He stiffened and panted his release. "That's good." His muscles relaxed and he fought to catch his breath. "So good." He bent down and kissed her lips, her cheek and her lips again. "Lauren."
He stayed inside her while her body subsided its glorious contractions. She pressed her head back in her pillow and tried not to think about the fact that one of her best friends just created the best orgasm she’d ever experienced. Nothing would ever compare.
"That's exactly what I envisioned." Jason's voice interrupted her post-coital haze.
She wanted to know what he envisioned, how often he fantasized it, if Russell had the same thoughts.
Russell moved off to one side, making a noise as he disengaged himself from her.
"There's just one thing missing." Jason took her hand, pressing a condom into it.
Possibly only two minutes before, she came with an orgasm intense enough to have normally satisfied her for days, but the sheer thought of having Jason right after Russell stirred something inside her.
He took her shoulders and turned to his back.
She straddled him and finally got a chance to see all of Jason.
Once again, Jason was different. His completely shaved skin gave her a clear view of his entire offering, and it was a lot. In fact, in keeping with her traffic jam theme, he was an entire semi-truck, the kind that took up more than one lane on the freeway.
She glanced over at Russell. He leaned back on his elbows, his focus on her.
"Laurie." Jason rubbed her legs. "I've waited for this too."
His voice was deep but soft, the irreverence and joking undertone gone. It was so rare he was serious, and now she had to have him.
She reached out, her fingertips grazing his skin, tracing the slight right hand curve his cock made.
"Oh yeah." He squeezed her outer thighs.
The burning began again, the one that could only be quenched by riding him, her second man in one night.
"Laurie, please." He arched his back.
No more prodding was necessary. She ripped the condom wrapper open with her teeth, taking care to sheathe him.
He moaned and moved his hands up to her hips.
She resisted. "Jason." With Russell he was on top, she wasn't as exposed, wasn't on display.
"Russell, help her." He motioned toward his friend. "It has to be this way."
Russell pushed himself up to his knees, came around behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Jason wants you as much as I do." He lifted her as Jason guided her down on him.
She lowered herself down on every last inch of him, her reemerging arousal caused her to grind against him. The second act in her personal fantasy now fulfilled.
"It’s so hot. I can feel how open you are after coming on Russell, but you're still tight." He directed her movements with his hands. "Lean back, baby. Russ, rub her."
His raunchy words only succeeded in turning her on more. She wanted him to make love to her after Russell. It seemed right.
Russell pulled her toward him causing Jason to become buried even deeper inside.
"Keep grinding, this is perfect," Jason breathed. "Russ, help me make her come again."
Russell trailed his lips down the side of her neck and pressed his palm over her mound.
"Ah." Russell's hand gave her something to grind on. She moved faster, harder, careening right toward another orgasm.
"Like that, Laurie." Jason held her tighter. "I want to feel you come on me."
"Russell." Her head fell back against his shoulder.
"Do you need more?"
Unable to speak, she nodded. Another orgasm was upon her and she needed both Russell and Jason for it to come to fruition.
Russell obliged her, taking two of his fingers and rubbing right on that magical spot. He found the perfect rhythm, and she moved against them both.
Now the only sounds in the room were her moans in time to the slight slap of Jason's skin hitting hers. Her body trembled preparing itself for satisfaction.
Jason broke the silence. "I'm going to come." He held her hips in place and thrust up into her, a series of short, hard pulsing pounds. "I'm there. Laurie. I'm there." His cock thickened and he yelled out.
"Come on, Lauren. You have to." Russell kissed her, opening his mouth and finding her tongue.
Jason's body tensed and he raised his hips, driving into her. "Yes!"
At last she gave way, overcome with a flooding wave of ecstasy. She struggled to breathe, her body directing all of its attention and resources toward her pleasure.
"Come here." Jason held his arms out to her.
The wave subsided and her body gave out. Russell released her. She possessed no more strength. Everything she had was for both of them. She dropped onto Jason. "Oh my God."
He wrapped his arms around her. "Don't move."
She shut her eyes and concentrated on how his chest heaved against her, how he was still inside her, how he ran his hand through her hair. "Jason?"
"Just give me a second." His hands roamed down her back to her bottom and back up again. "Just a second."
She always pictured him to be the type to bound out of bed, but they lay there for a few seconds until he turned them to their sides.
"I'll be right back." He gave her a light kiss and didn't jump away, taking his time as he left her and touching her cheek before he went to the bathroom.
Without a word, Russell
spooned her, kissing her shoulder and working his way up to her ear.
She could only lie there and wait for the next unexpected happening.
Jason returned, making a point of covering them all up and taking her back into his arms.
The three of them were now in bed together, her in the middle. It was perfect, exactly what should happen after making love to these two men.
She tensed. Her body resisting the ultimate relaxation that came after not only one but two orgasms. She made love not only to two men at once, but her two best friends. Both of them at one time. Together.
"What's wrong?" Russell tapped her.
"Nothing at all." Jason threw his leg over hers and yawned. "I think I can finally sleep tonight without jacking off at least twice thinking about this."
"Not you." Russell sat up. "Lauren."
She attempted to avoid thinking about Jason masturbating, especially since she was no stranger herself. Instead, focusing on the fact that she had sex with both of them. She had sex with Russell and Jason, came twice, and was now lying in bed with them like they were in some sort of bizarre relationship.
"What's wrong with Laurie?" Jason raised himself up on his elbow.
"What are we doing?" She needed to ask. Maybe this was their way of saying goodbye.
"Something we should have done a long time ago." Jason nodded.
Not sure what his answer meant, she twisted around to Russell.
"Let's not question it tonight. We all wanted this." Russell smoothed her hair down. "We have the weekend. Tomorrow I'll make breakfast."
"That will take five hours." Jason laughed. "Let's sleep and we'll get bagels in the AM, and don't say you're not eating carbs, I've now seen and felt all there is, and it's awesome."
"I agree." Russell found her hand.
Not sure if she should say thank you, or that this week she was eating carbs, or that Russell's breakfasts tended to turn more into lunch, she settled herself on the bed, though she was unsettled.
Apparently, these men didn't hear her when she said she was leaving. Maybe they thought sex would prevent her from leaving, or they chose to ignore her. Since there was no future beyond tonight there was no point in asking.