Kinky Resolutions and Other New Year's Disasters: A Standalone Romantic Comedy

by Frankie Love

  So I did what I wanted. I leaned in and kissed Ashton hard on the lips and then turned to Jude and kissed him with equal passion.

  “Thanks for inviting me here tonight,” I told them, taking each by the arm as they led me down a path deeper in the woods.

  “The yurt is close by,” Jude explained. “It’s closed for the season, but our friend got us the key.”

  We walked down the trail for a few minutes, as my heart beat furiously in anticipation. I kept glancing up and catching Ashton’s eye. He would give me a wink, or bite his lip, telling me how excited he was, too.

  Jude laced my fingers though his and squeezed them, and I knew he felt the same surge of energy.

  They opened the door, revealing an intimate space with a fire burning in a wood stove, wine set out on the table, and soft music playing from an iPod. I felt safe, but also sexy. It was a combination I wasn’t all too familiar with.

  “Let us undo you,” Jude said, his serious voice penetrating me.

  I so badly wanted to be undone.

  Ashton handed us glasses of wine, and we toasted the night and one another. I took a sip and set it down quickly. I had other things on my mind and I didn’t need any sort of inebriation to turn up the heat.

  “How should we start?” I asked tentatively.

  “We had a few ideas,” Ashton said, his eyes twinkling.

  “Oh, yeah?”

  “Yeah,” Jude confirmed, and then he slipped off his crew-neck tee, revealing a chiseled six-pack and an eagle tattoo covering his chest. His jeans hung low on his waist, revealing the band of his boxer shorts. I wanted to slide my fingers under the elastic and see what he had hidden from me. “We’re each going to take off one piece at a time.”

  I turned to see Ashton unbuttoning his flannel shirt, and I bit my lip while I watched. Butterflies rippled through my belly as his shirt slid to the ground. His abs were rock solid, and I wanted to press my body against him.

  “Now it’s your turn,” Jude said, watching me.

  I gave them a smirk. “What do you want me to take off first?”

  “Your top,” Ashton said decisively.

  I dropped my cashmere sweater and then, knowing I was being a tease, I shrugged. “Who’s next?”

  “Ohhh, no you don’t,” Ashton said. “All the top layers.” He walked over to me and quickly raised the hem of my tank top and slid it over my head in one motion, keeping his eyes on me as he tossed it to the ground.

  Jude came from behind me and unhooked my bra. I drew in a breath as he gently took it off. Once it was removed, he cupped my breasts from behind. My tits were full, and even his big hands couldn’t contain their fullness.

  Jude’s lips brushed against my shoulder, my neck arching as I inhaled his woodsy smell. He was pine trees and scotch and leather-bound books. His beard scratched my skin, causing me to shiver in anticipation. I leaned back into his chest, his skin warm and soothing.

  “You’re so gorgeous, Willow,” Ashton said, standing in front of Jude and me.

  “This doesn’t feel weird, the three of us?” I asked, not feeling strange at all, just wanting to make sure they wanted this still. They were best friends, after all.

  “You make me feel alive,” Ashton answered, not knowing that was exactly how he made me feel.

  “And I would never pass up an opportunity to make you happy,” Jude explained.

  “Good. I just wanted to make sure we were all on the same page,” I said, realizing that would probably be my last coherent thought for the evening, because Jude was still cupping my breasts, his fingers circling my nipples as they grew hard.

  “Another item,” Jude said, stepping away from me and dropping his jeans and boxers, revealing a massive hard-on.

  Fuck, that is so unbelievably sexy. My naked breasts got him that excited. Just wait, I thought, you’ll get really excited once I’m on my knees sucking that cock.

  He was so large and long, just like I’d hoped for.

  Ashton pulled off his pants, too, and my breath caught in my throat. I was filled with desire, seeing his hard cock in the lit room. Last night under the moon, I’d known he was solid and thick, but his girth was what I knew made me come so fast last night.

  I couldn’t believe I’d get both of them in my body.

  “Your turn,” Ashton said.

  Knowing he was right, and knowing I was ready, I shimmied out of my pants. Standing between them in my teeny black panties, I licked my lips. “You guys have no idea how ready I am for you.” I put my fingers at the lacy band of my panties to take them off, but Ashton pushed my hands away.

  “Let us.”

  Two completely naked men stood on either side of me, and both got on their knees, then each used one hand to inch my panties off. I stepped out of them, and my bare skin tingled at the delight of them both staring at me.

  It felt delicious, to be the object of their desire. I felt the space between my thighs become moist, and I teased them by pressing my fingers against my bare mound. Dipping my fingers into myself, I brought my hand to my lips, sucking the wetness off.

  “Oh, fuck,” Jude said, looking up at me. His head was at my waist, so I used my other hand to pull my fingers through his hair.

  “You like that?” I asked. He nodded slowly, so I pressed my wet finger into his mouth. He sucked hard as I pulled it back out.

  “You taste so good.”

  “I want a taste,” Ashton said, and pressed his mouth against my opening. His tongue flicked against my clit, nice and slow, letting the pressure and pleasure rise within me. I let a small moan escape my mouth.

  “You taste like honey,” Ashton said.

  “Let me taste you,” I said, my voice raspy with heat. I had never had four hands on my body at one time before, and the pleasure was so gratifying I immediately wanted to give back to them.

  Jude lifted me in his arms and carried me to the enormous bed in the center of the room. As he set me on the soft duvet, I looked up and saw that the domed ceiling of the yurt had a skylight.

  “The moon.” I pointed above me, and the three of us looked up, quiet for a moment. We lay on our backs, and I decided to claim the moment for myself.

  I reached out and held each of their hard cocks in my hands. Pressing my thumbs and forefingers against their long shafts, I rubbed them up and down, slow and steady. They loved the movements I made with my hand, that much was clear from their soft moans, encouraging me to keep at it.

  Loving the power position I suddenly had, I turned around. Now on my knees, and facing them, I could feel my large breasts bouncing as I moved. I was able to look at both of them as I fondled them, twirling their balls with my fingers. All I wanted was to press a cock in my mouth.

  “You like that?” I asked them coyly.

  “Oh, yeah, baby,” Ashton said. Since I had already pressed my pussy against his cock the night before, I decided that Jude was the one who needed my lips the most. I leaned over him and began at the tip of his shaft.

  My lips circled Jude’s tip, and licked him lavishly, up and down, so nice and slow. Ashton took my hand off his cock, so I saddled up on Jude, really going for it now. I clawed his chest with my hands and kept bobbing my head up and down as I swallowed his cock whole. He was so big the back of my throat ached, but I didn’t care.

  I wanted to make him come. I wanted the salty goodness in my mouth. I would swallow more of him before this was over, and we all knew it.

  Now that I was on my knees, bent over Jude with my ass high in the air, it was as if Ashton knew exactly what I was imagining. He came from behind me and began using his fingers to stretch open my pussy.

  His hand slapped against my slick thigh, and I groaned with desire.

  “I like it really hard,” I told him, dropping Jude’s balls in my mouth, sucking them softly, as my hand held his massive cock.

  Ashton pressed three fingers in my pussy, and I arched my ass up higher in delight. He moved in and out, my juice covering his hand.


  “I love how you gush,” he said to my back.

  “I want your cock in me,” I moaned. He slipped on a condom quickly. Then, as I sucked Jude, Ashton pressed his big cock into my pussy from behind.

  The fullness of him in my pussy and a cock in my mouth made me squirt like I never had before. My core jolted in pleasure, and I had to focus to remember how I got this damn lucky.

  Not wanting to raise my head, I sucked long and hard, my tongue trailing all over Jude’s shaft. I knew he was close to coming.

  I’d thought I wanted to swallow him, but in that moment all I wanted was for him to spray his come all over my tits.

  “Oh, yeah babe,” Jude groaned, and I popped his cock out of my mouth, letting his seed spill over my breasts. I kept tugging at him and, knowing there was more, I opened my mouth, dropping my face close to his tip. He came in my mouth and all over my face.

  It made me so hot, and the walls of my pussy clenched as Ashton pounded me from behind. Ashton’s hands gripped my waist as he thrust deep inside me.

  He had listened when I told him I wanted it rough, and I licked my lips in delight, swallowing Jude’s warm release.

  “Oh, you taste so fucking good,” I told him, my hands reaching down for his. We laced our hands together, and I looked in his dark, intense eyes.

  “I see you,” he whispered to me, and I knew he did. They both did. From behind, Ashton fucked me to my core, reminding me I was alive, and in front of me I had a soulful sex-god who didn’t see me as a floundering woman—he saw me as a thrashing beauty.

  Everything became clear in that moment, as the walls inside me crashed. I orgasmed with a fierce fire. Shuddering, I knew. I knew that if I wanted my life to be a wild adventure, I needed to go out and get it. It was mine for the taking.

  Tonight was proof. If I wanted to be wild and true, I could be.

  I was.

  Ashton held my breasts as he came in me, pressed so tight against my ass I screamed in delight and relief and pure ecstasy. This was everything.

  After he came, we stood, sweat on our glistening chests, stretching our legs, and took another slug of wine. Not for the buzz—this was to quench the thirst that rose within us.

  “I want more,” I said, setting down my glass.

  “Wine?” Jude asked.

  I laughed, not at all self-conscious standing completely naked with the two hottest men I’d ever seen. They had just seen me with my ass in the air, legs apart, come on my breasts. There was nothing to get bashful about now.

  “I don’t want more wine. I want more of you both.”

  “Oh, God, woman, where did you come from?” Ashton said, grinning. He dropped to his knees with his hands in the air, as if asking the heavens for an answer.

  “Please stop joking around, Ashton,” I said. “I need to get you hard; my pussy can’t wait forever.”

  “Ohh, I like it when you talk like that,” he said, standing from his forsaken prayer and slapping my ass.

  I looked over and saw Jude set down his glass of wine, studying the two of us. A flush of desire swelled through me again. His gaze shifted to Ashton, their eyes holding a silent conversation.

  Jude was so different from Ashton.

  Ashton was cheap beer and eager kisses and howling at the moon. Ashton was a boy … but Jude was a man. And I’d needed both this weekend. I realized that now.

  I needed to have fun and smile, but I also needed to remember that I was still growing and changing, and that the thrashing was the good stuff. The part I didn’t want to miss.

  Ashton pulled me close, embracing me with his arms wrapped tight around my waist. He kissed my cheek, and then my lips. His kisses were soft and sincere. They were the kindest kisses I’d ever received.

  “Thank you,” he said, pulling away. “But now I’m saying good-bye.”

  “What?” I asked, confused, as I watched him pick up his clothes and head to the door.

  “We had fun. Fuck, we had more than fun. But tonight you need Jude, and Jude needs you.”

  The question rose on my lips. “How did you know?”

  “I watched you watch him, Willow. It was magic.”

  He slipped through the door, and I felt tears prick my eyes—but also relief. I knew what I needed, what my body needed.

  It wasn’t Ashton.

  It was Jude.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Jude brushed the tears from my eyes, and tucked my hair behind my ear. The mood had shifted quickly and my heart was trying to catch up. Ashton had known before I had.

  I had chosen Jude subconsciously.

  Sensing my need to be tucked close to him, he lifted me in his arms once again and set me on the bed.

  We didn’t speak. There wasn’t any need for words. All we needed now was to forget about the rest of the word and devour one another.

  I pulled him on top of me so I could see his eyes.

  I didn’t need wild sex. I didn’t need two cocks at once or my pussy rubbed raw. I just needed him covering me with his strong shoulders, his lean legs. I needed his fingers laced through mine again and our eyes locked on one another.

  The intensity erupted around us, his shaft hard and pulsing as my legs spread wide.

  “I know you said you like it rough, but I don’t think that’s what you really want,” he whispered, slowly guiding himself toward me.

  “What do you think I really want?”

  “I think you want to be consumed with love and life,” he whispered, his forearm resting above my head. I wrapped my legs around his thighs, pulling him closer.

  “Consume me then,” I said breathlessly.

  And he did.

  Over and over and over again.

  He pressed into me, filling me entirely. I clung to his back as he rocked in and out. Then, lifting myself up from the bed, I straddled him. He sat upright, my legs wrapped around his waist.

  He hit my g-spot and I rotated my hips over him, grinding up and down. I spilled all over him, gushing like he’d made me do on the mountain.

  “Fuck, Jude, that’s so good.” I panted the words in his ear as I came fast and heavy. His legs were soaked, and I knew he liked it. He grabbed my ass, and we came together.

  Moans devoured the space as we both slowed our motions, wanting the orgasms to ride through us in sweet waves we could savor.

  “Willow.” He said my name, holding my chin with his hands. “We are magic.”

  He repeated Ashton’s words, and I knew he was right. Together, somehow, Jude and I were more than we were apart.

  I didn’t even know this man. His last name or birthdate or favorite food. But it didn’t matter.

  I realized that sometimes those weren’t the things that mattered. Maybe all that really mattered was meeting someone who saw you for who you were and who you weren’t.

  We fell on the bed, my head nestled on his shoulder. As we looked at the silvery moon, I remembered my howls with Ashton. Tonight the moon would shift in the sky—and so would I, lying here.

  “I think everything’s changing,” I told him.

  “I think it already has.”

  The next morning, Courtney, Callie, and I boarded the private ferry taking us back home. My eyes were rimmed with red from saying good-bye to Jude, and I pulled down my beanie, not wanting to draw attention to my face.

  I’d stayed up for hours with Jude, and we had made decisions I was a little scared to admit to my friends. I wasn’t ready yet.

  They wouldn’t understand that I, the girl who refused to ground herself in any sort of permanence, had met someone. But I had.

  And Jude and I had decided to make a real go at things.

  Whatever had happened between us was real, and we weren’t willing to toss it as a weekend one-off. This was real.

  This was love.

  And I wanted to see where it might go.

  Callie and Courtney seemed equally blissed-out. I had a hunch I knew why Callie was; her late night massage must have really relaxed
her.

  And Callie had told me that apparently tight-lipped Courtney had met someone too. But neither of us had details on that.

  “Your weekend was good, Courtney?” Callie asked, fishing for more details.

  “It was beyond.”

  “Oh, good. I kind of thought you might be annoyed Callie and I were MIA so much,” I said, winking at Callie.

  “Did you have a nice massage, Callie?” Courtney asked. “I mean two in one day–that’s kind of insane.”

  “Actually,” she began, a smile spreading across her face. “I sort of met someone.”

  “Funny,” I said. “So did I.”

  Their eyes searched me skeptically, as I expected.

  “And I know you won’t believe me,” I continued, “but I’m in love. For reals in love.”

  “Way to trump me!” Callie grinned, shoving me playfully.

  “Willow,” Courtney squealed. “Tell us everything.”

  So, as the ferry purred across the water, I told them everything—except the words Jude had whispered in my ear before I slipped away from his arms that morning.

  He’d whispered words I would never in my life forget: “You are not floundering. You are fluttering. Soon you will fly.”

  I knew he was right.

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