Only You (A MFM Ménage Romance)

by Vivian Ward

  “Make that two of us,” I agree with him.

  Our pool game comes to a halt as we watch her take a seat at the bar and order a drink. Lucas and I like to observe women before making our first move, so we continue watching her until after the barkeep serves her a pink girly drink.

  Resting my chin on the pool stick, I say to Lucas, “Think she’s here alone?”

  “Maybe. She’s awfully dressed up, and I don’t see a man with her.” He takes the next shot and sinks a striped ball. “Stripes,” he calls.

  Keeping my eye on the girl, I take note of her long dark hair and her perfect skin. She’s definitely here alone. There’s no way any man would let a woman like her go out to the bar by herself.

  No fucking way.

  “You’re up,” he says, smacking my leg with his pool stick.

  “Ow! You fucker! What was that for?” I rub my leg.

  “Gawking and taking too long,” he says, leaning against the ledge as he drinks his beer.

  He might’ve given me shit for looking at her, but he’s staring, too. As I’m taking my shot, I decide to sink the eight ball on purpose. I want to go talk her before he does and the loser always buys the beer.

  “Come on,” he says. “What’d you do that for?”

  “It was an accident,” I shrug. “I’ll go grab us another round of beers while you rack and break,” I say.

  Leaving Lucas standing at the pool table holding his stick, I walk over to the bar and stand next to her. It only takes a second or two before she notices me standing there when she looks up and smiles.

  “Hi,” she says, her voice soft and smooth.

  “Can I buy you a drink?” I ask.

  She laughs at me, her cheeks turning slightly rosy as she shakes her head.

  “You just cut straight to it, don’t you?”

  Leaning against the bar, I prop myself up with my elbow as I drink in her beauty. This woman’s body screams pure sex, yet she doesn’t seem the slutty type.

  “My name’s Mason,” I say, extending my hand. She doesn’t take it right away, so I say, “And you are?”

  A giggle escapes her perfect lips. “Penny. My name is Penny.”

  She tries to shake my hand, but that’s not why I gave it to her. I grab hold of her hand and pull it to my lips, planting a kiss on the back of her hand. Slowly, she pulls away from me, but I can tell that she’s not entirely sure that she wants to.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Penny. What are you drinking tonight?”

  She looks down at her drink and grins. “A cosmopolitan.”

  “Bartender?” I raise my voice to catch her attention. “Two more drafts and a cosmopolitan for my friend here.” She nods and walks away to make the drinks.

  “Your friend?” Penny asks. “You’re awfully presumptuous.”

  “Do you like to play pool, Penny?” I nod at Lucas who’s watching the two of us like a hawk.

  “I suck at pool,” she says.

  “That’s my friend Lucas,” I say, nodding toward the pool table. We’re both used to this game, so right on queue, he waves at us. “Come play a game with us.”

  She shakes her head. “Nah, I don’t think so.”

  “Why? Are you here with someone?” I look around. I know she’s not; she’s just nervous, but we’ll get her loosened up—in more ways than one.

  “No,” she says. “But I already told you, I suck at pool.”

  “Ahh,” I wave my hand, dismissing her excuse. The bartender sets our drinks on the counter, so I pay. “That’s no excuse not to have fun. Come on, Penny. Play with us. I bought you a drink, so you owe me,” I give her a playful wink.

  She draws in a deep breath and sighs. “All right. I’ll play, but no making fun of me.”

  “I wouldn’t dream of it,” I say, grabbing the beers off the counter. “As a matter of fact, we’ll help you.”

  She follows me over to the pool table where I introduce her to Lucas.

  “Nice to meet you,” she says. “Now, your friend Mason invited me to play even though I told him I suck at it, but he promised the two of you will help me.”

  “Absolutely,” Lucas says to her. “You’re in good hands here. We’ll show you all the moves.”

  Lucas and I grin at each other as she chalks up the end of her pool stick. She has no clue what kind of hands she’s in, but he didn’t lie. We are good—at everything. Judging by the look of her body, I’d say she’s good at a few things herself.

  “So,” she says, sweeping her hair away from her face. “Who goes first?”

  “Ladies first,” Lucas says.

  “Yes, ladies first,” I agree with him. “Ladies always cum first.”

  My comment goes over her head, but Lucas gets it, and we both laugh.

  “I’m not an idiot, I caught that,” she says.

  “Well, it’s true. When a woman’s with us, we always make sure she cums first.”

  Chapter Three

  Penny

  “I suck at breaking,” I say. “I can never really break them all up.”

  “There’s a trick to it,” Lucas says, walking behind me.

  Mason’s sitting near the ledge, drinking his beer. I totally caught all of their dirty remarks, but I don’t care. I came out for a night of fun, and there’s no harm in some playful flirting—especially if it’s dirty. Besides, he’s cute.

  They’re both cute, actually. For a minute, I thought maybe they were brothers, but after I came over to the pool table, I can see that they’re not.

  Lucas is about 5’10” with evergreen eyes and a somewhat pointy chin. His light brown hair is short and spiky, and a little thin, but he’s not going bald. It’s just thin.

  Mason’s probably 6’1” with pure hazel eyes, and his face is more square, but he’s very handsome. He’s somewhat more masculine than Lucas, but like I said, they’re both equally attractive. His dark brown hair is almost black, and it could use a trim, but I like the messy look.

  “Here,” Lucas says, putting his crotch against my butt as he forces our bodies to lean over the pool table. His solid chest is pressed against my back as he wraps his arms around mine and covers my hands with his, and I’m almost embarrassed to say that I can feel my panties getting a little wet. “When you break,” he begins. “You have to aim the cue ball just right, and when you go to strike it,” he cups his hand around my arm. “You have to hit it with just enough force.”

  Pulling my arm back and forth in a slow rhythmic motion, I can’t help but think that this is precisely how he likes to be jacked off. Seductively, he places his mouth right next to my ear when he says, “And then you just hit it,” his breath moves my hair, tickling my neck.

  For the first time ever, I had a clean break, but I didn’t sink any balls; though I have a feeling he’d like to sink something right into me as close as we’re pressed together. I frown knowing that I didn’t do well, but they were right, this is fun.

  We just started, and I’m already having a great time with these two. Maybe it’s the flirting, perhaps it's the way these two behave when they’re together, but they’re both so fucking hot. When I turn around, Mason’s staring at my ass and doesn’t even try to hide it.

  “My turn,” he says, getting off the barstool.

  I sit in his seat and sip my cosmopolitan as I watch him. Lining up his shot, I watch the muscles in his arms flex with every tiny movement he makes. It’s hotter than hell, and when he takes his shot, he sinks two balls at once—both solids.

  “Now that’s how you want to start off,” he teases. “Come here, I’ll give you some pointers. I’m much better than Lucas.”

  I bet he is, in more ways than one. Maybe I’m more attracted to him because he came over and talked to me first, or maybe it’s because he’s the taller of the two, but I’d definitely say that I like him more than Lucas; although, they’re both very hot.

  Getting out of my seat, I walk over to him where he’s waiting for me with a handsome smile on his face. He has a s
mall dimple that I hadn’t seen before, and I love it on him. It’s very suiting for him.

  “Here, take the stick,” he says with a slight laughter catching in his throat.

  “Very clever,” I say.

  Doing as he says, I take the pool stick from him, and he wraps himself around my body like a glove, holding me tight as the two of us stretch over the table just as I had with Lucas. My panties are still slightly wet, but with Mason’s skin pressed against mine, my nipples begin to tingle.

  Taking our shot, I completely miss. The white cue ball slowly spins and bounces into a few balls, but I don’t sink anything. Shaking my head over the pool table, Mason sweeps my hair back from my face and whispers, “It’s okay. Next time, I’ll make sure it goes in.”

  His warm breath tickles against my skin, and I break out in goosebumps. For a second, I can envision him pushing me over the edge of the pool table, fucking my brains out right here in the middle of the bar. I get the feeling that his friend, Lucas, would probably join in on it, too. Of course, I’m purely basing this on the fact that they’re both flirting and coming on to me, yet neither one of them seems bothered or jealous by it.

  After a few more drinks and a couple more games of pool, we’re all pretty buzzed and having a blast. The three of us have been laughing and touching and drinking for more than a few hours, and being around these two makes me feel sexier than ever. They both make me feel very….wanted.

  The bartender yells, “Last call!”

  I’m a bit sad that the night’s coming to an end, but I guess all things have to at some point.

  “Hey, Penny,” Mason says. “How would you like to take this party and make it a little more….private.”

  I look at Lucas to gauge his reaction, and he’s all smiles. “Yeah, come home with us,” Lucas says.

  “Come home with you?” I ask.

  That sounds much different than what Mason just said, but I have a feeling they know something that I don’t.

  “I have a place,” Mason begins. “It’s not much, just a small two bedroom house, but we can all go there to hang out.”

  “Do you two live together?” I ask.

  It’s a legitimate question. They seem like best friends, and I could see them sharing a place. Mason laughs and puts his arm around me.

  “Something like that. So, are you in?”

  Both of them are eying me, and even though I should probably say no, I nod and say yes before I can stop myself.

  “Good, let’s get out of here,” Lucas says. “You can just follow us.”

  We walk outside where it’s still very warm despite it being almost 1 AM. The summer heat has been awful, and I can’t wait for fall to finally get here. This might be the hottest August St. Louis has seen in a long while.

  Lucas and Mason climb into a white pick-up truck that reads ‘Hunt Construction’ on the side. Climbing into my black Toyota Camry, I buckle up and check my makeup in the mirror as they start their engine before we head back to Mason’s place.

  We’ve spent the last few hours together having a lot of fun, but I have a feeling things are about to become more interesting.

  Chapter Four

  Mason

  “You think she’ll be game?” Lucas asks on our way back to my place.

  Looking in the rearview mirror, I see Penny’s little black car trailing behind us. “I think so. She seems a little on the wild side.”

  “Yeah, she does. Do you think she’s ever had a threesome before? It might not be her first time,” he comments.

  “I don’t know. She could also be trying to figure out which one of us likes her.” I glance over at Lucas as he shrugs his shoulders. “Penny seems like a smart girl, she’ll figure it out soon enough.”

  “With a body like hers, how could we both not like her?” he laughs. “She’s a hot little number, isn’t she?”

  I nod. “That, she is.”

  We pull up to my dad’s old house. It’s one of the very few things that he owned, and it still feels strange without him here. The house needs quite a few repairs, but since we’re mostly on the road for work, I haven’t had time to do much to it. If we could stay in town long enough, I could probably have the whole thing renovated in about six months by working on it here and there. There’s just not enough hours in the day to get it done sooner.

  “So this is your place?” Penny says as I unlock the front door.

  “Yep, home sweet home,” I say, pushing the door open to allow her to go first.

  Hanging my keys on the hook near the front door, Lucas and I follow Penny inside. She seems interested in the house and very curious as she looks around.

  “Want a drink?” I ask them as I head into the kitchen.

  “Bring me a beer,” Lucas yells as he turns on the stereo.

  “What do you have?” Penny asks.

  Opening the fridge, I look inside. It’s a pretty sad sight. There’s a carton of eggs, which are half used—and expired, a case of beer, a small tub of butter, some cheese, a pitcher of water, and something hidden under aluminum foil; probably leftovers of some sort. I toss the whole plate in the trash. There’s no telling what’s underneath the foil.

  “We have beer and,” I look above the cabinets where I keep the hard liquor, “some vodka.”

  “I’ll take a beer,” she says.

  Walking back into the living room, Penny and Lucas are standing in front of the stereo talking about music as they decide what to put on. I hand each of them a bottle of beer and admire Penny as she looks through our CD collection.

  Lucas excuses himself to the restroom while Penny pops in a CD.

  “This is one of my favorite songs,” she says, tagging a swig from the bottle.

  “What’d you find?”

  Before she can answer, the song comes on, and I know what it is just from the intro. She’s playing Pony by Ginuwine. Her hips start to sway to the beat of the music, and she starts singing.

  “I’m just a bachelor, looking for a partner,” she looks me dead in the eyes and points to my chest.

  I could definitely be that person for her. Lucas comes out of the bathroom and stands by my side as Penny continues to dance for us.

  “Someone who knows how to ride, without even falling off,” she points to herself and shakes her hips as she lowers her ass to the ground.

  Lucas and I look at each other. We now have the answer to our question, she’s game. Without saying a word, we grin at each other and nod. We’re both thinking the same thing.

  “Gotta be compatible, take me to my limits,” she runs her hands down each of her chests, grabbing the waist of our jeans, pulling on them.

  Before she can get another word of the song out, Lucas and I grab her and lift her up in the air. Each of us begins kissing on her neck; she tosses her head back, granting us full access to her throat.

  “You sure you want us to take you to your limits?” I ask.

  Lucas is busy planting kisses all the down to the front of her cleavage, while I nibble on her ear.

  “Ohh,” she moans, nodding her head yes. “I’m sure.”

  “Let’s do it,” Lucas says.

  We carry her to my bedroom because that’s where my full-size bed is. There’s only a small twin bed in the second bedroom where Lucas sleeps when we’re in town. The three of us collapse on top of the mattress, Penny in the center of it all.

  Lucas takes her left side as I take her right side. Together, we begin undressing her and ourselves. She’s more eager than either of us had anticipated, and it’s so fucking sexy to see her practically begging to suck our cocks, but we make her wait. As fun as this is, and will be, we’ve done this more than a dozen times before, and it’s always better when the focus is on her. We get what we need from it regardless, but when the woman enjoys herself, that’s what makes it so much hotter.

  Pulling her shirt over her head, we each take a breast and free it from the black bra laced with purple trim, exposing her nipples. While Lucas flicks and
nibbles the nipple on his side, I lick and suck the other. She’s obviously enjoying this, but I can sense that she’s nervous. Her body’s too tense to be fully relaxed.

  “Don’t be nervous,” I whisper in her ear. “Nothing’s going to happen that you don’t want to happen, okay?”

  Biting her lip, she nods her head but her body doesn’t relax, so I decide to help her with that. Lucas is still busy licking and sucking her breasts, so I reach down and begin unzipping her jeans before pulling them down. She’s wearing a matching pair of panties that goes with her bra that’s now hanging off the edge of the bed. Sliding them down her thighs, I spread her legs and bury my face between them.

  She’s perfectly shaved and already so fucking wet. Her skin is glistening with her juices. Slowly and deliberately, I lap them up and lick her clean before I sink my tongue into her sweet little hole. She’s fucking delicious.

  Her body begins to relax as I tongue fuck her and let her come all over my face, but I’m not done yet. I give her a second to recover as I trail kisses along her thighs. Glancing up at her, Lucas is kneeling next to her head. She’s sucking his cock, taking him all the way to the base. For a split second, I’m jealous, but then I remember that I’m the one tasting her sweet pussy.

  Cupping her ass in my hands, I dive back in, but this time I go straight for her button. Lightly bitting it, I pull her clit into my mouth and begin sucking on it. A slight moan fills the room, and her ass starts wiggling in my hands. It’s not much longer until she’s almost ready to come again.

  I back off of her clit and insert my finger deep inside her before going full force again. In two seconds flat, she’s coming all over my hands and face once more. I let her finish writhing before I climb up next to her, where Lucas and I trade places.

  Instead of letting her go down on me, she grabs my head and pulls me to her. She greedily tastes herself on my lips as she moans while Lucas works on getting her fire rekindled.