by Roz Lee
“Whoa,” Jason said. His hand on her arm stilled her. “That’s not what he’s saying. No one blames you. The game is about mental discipline as much as it is about physical ability. Jeff was distracted tonight. He knows better, but he could have found the focus somewhere, if he’d wanted to.”
“Jase is right. I fucked up. I let my guard down because the team we were playing is the worst in the league. I let my mind wander, and I shouldn’t have. It was my mistake. However, we should have beaten the Anglers by a dozen runs. We certainly had the base runners to do it, but we couldn’t come up with the hits when we needed them. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one on the team who didn’t think they had to bring their brain to the field today. The entire roster is at fault, starting with the manager and all the way down to the bullpen. Probably the only person who didn’t have his head up his ass today was the ball boy.”
“Amen,” Jason added.
“Well, just so you know – I’m not taking the blame for your screw-ups,” Megan said.
“Never,” Jeff said. He rose and took his plate and glass to the sink. “Why don’t you go get comfortable in the den? Jase and I will clean up in here.”
She was half-asleep on the sofa when they joined her. They brought bowls of warm peach cobbler, and they’d found the exorbitantly expensive ice cream she bought to top it with. They ate in silence, Jeff and Jason sprawled in the two big recliners, her on the sofa with her legs folded beneath her. The men made satisfied noises as they finished off their servings, which she noted were twice as big as hers. She smiled. Leftovers wouldn’t be a problem with these two around.
“What’s so funny?” Jason asked as he sat his empty bowl on the table next to his chair. He had to shove a few things around to find a level spot first.
“Nothing. I was just thinking that I’d have to cook bigger meals if there were going to be any leftovers around here.”
“Then you’re thinking about staying?” Jeff asked. He had no trouble finding a spot to set his bowl down. Everything on his side of the room was military neat.
“I guess I am. At least a little. I’m not ready to move in, but I would like to spend more time with the two of you. I’d like to see if there’s enough between us…”
“We’ve told you what we want from you,” Jeff said. “Why don’t you tell us what you’d like from us.”
And there it was. The big question. The one she’d been struggling with since the night she’d allowed them to seduce her in the back seat of a town car. The one she still didn’t know the answer to. “I don’t know,” she answered. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in the sex.” Her skin heated and the box of condoms stashed in her bag flashed in her mind. “So far, what I’ve experienced with you has been spectacular, but I don’t know if being a part of a threesome is something I want. It’s exciting to think about it, to fantasize about it, but in reality?” She shook her head. “I don’t know if I’m up to it, or if I could…uhm…handle two men at the same time…all the time.”
“We wouldn’t always ask you to be with both of us at the same time. There will be times when we’ll want you separately, or perhaps one will be with you while the other watches,” Jason said.
“Or we could come to you alone. One-on-one. We’d try not to do that to you on the same night, but it could happen.” Jeff grinned. “Right now, I don’t see a time when I wouldn’t want you.”
“Oh,” she said. Calculations ran through her mind. How many times a night? A week? A month?… “That’s a lot of intercourse.”
“It is, but we promise your pleasure will come before ours. Of course, you’re free to decline at anytime. We understand that you might not be up to fucking, but there are other things we can do.”
That damned heat was creeping up her neck again at the thought of "other things".
“What, ‘other things’ are you talking about?”
“Oral sex comes to mind,” Jason said, grinning ear-to-ear. Oh God. Why did she have to ask that question?
* * * *
Megan gave herself extra points when she arrived home on Monday via the town car Jeff had called for her, and the box of condoms remained unopened in her overnight bag. It had been a close thing, more than once, but she stuck by her decision not to take the relationship any further until she knew them better. And since Jeff and Jason were leaving on a week-long road trip today, getting to know them was going to take a while.
She unpacked, and stepped into the shower. It had perhaps been unwise to linger this morning, but waking up in the same bed with two of the most gorgeous men she’d ever seen in her life was a moment to savor, if ever there was one. She had to give them credit for creativity. She’d asked about the other things they could do instead of intercourse, and they’d spent most of the night showing her.
Megan slumped against the shower wall, closed her eyes and let the hot water steam around her. Memories and images played through her mind in an endless loop. She soaped her washcloth and ran it over her tender nipples. Her breath caught in her lungs as she remembered all the ways Jeff and Jason had touched her, and the promises they’d made while doing it.
“Your nipples will be sore tomorrow,” Jason promised as he sucked one between his lips and pulled it hard against the roof of his mouth.
“Every time your bra shifts, you’ll think of this, of us,” Jeff promised as he pinched an areola between his callused fingers, then clamped the protruding nipple hard with his teeth. She’d writhed beneath them, desperate for more, but they’d promised nothing more than touching until she asked for it, and provided the protection.
Her nipples still stood at attention, and sore didn’t even begin to cover it. The skin was chafed, leaving the nerve endings raw. She covered one breast with the hot soapy washcloth, and the other with the palm of her hand. The heat felt good on her tender skin, but it did little to ease the ache. It was useless to deny she missed them, missed their hands on her. But this was the way it would be if she took them up on their offer. They’d do all manner of wicked things to her body, and then they’d be gone for days, weeks on the road, and she’d be left standing in the shower alone, trying to ease the ache with a washcloth.
Her legs wobbled beneath her and she pressed her empty hand to the wall to steady herself. With the other, she moved the slick washcloth lower until she cupped her sex. They’d been gentle with her here, but even still, there was only so much the delicate tissues could take. Her heart tripped as she remembered lying in the vee of Jason’s legs, supported against his chest, her legs held wide open by his giant hands and strong arms.
Her knees gave out, and she sank to the shower floor, spreading her legs as far as she could in the confines of the stall. Would she ever forget the sight of Jeff between her thighs? Or the promises he’d made while he explored her most intimate parts?
“You taste so good,” he said between gentle laps of his tongue over her pussy. “You’ll remember this when we’re away. You’ll remember how it feels to have my tongue inside you.”
Her head banged hard against the shower wall as she dipped her terrycloth-covered finger inside, feeling the rasp of Jeff’s tongue as she did.
“We’re going to take you here, too.” His tongue flicked against her back door and she’d gasped and struggled to get free. Jason held her for Jeff’s explorations. His words did little to ease her concerns, and everything to make her long for what they were promising.
“Let him touch you, sweetheart. We want to take you there as well, but we won’t until you’re ready.” She’d cried out when Jeff thrust his finger deep inside her. “Shh,” Jason crooned. “Relax. Concentrate. The hurt will ease in a second.”
“You’re so damned tight,” Jeff said between her legs, looking up to meet her eyes. Hunger and need blazed through her, and she relaxed in Jason’s embrace. “That’s it,” Jeff crooned, “let me in.” Another finger joined the first one and Megan tensed again.
“Tomorrow, think of us. Imagine how it will
feel to take both of us inside you at the same time,” Jason said as Jeff inserted another finger and began to work her tight muscles. “I can’t wait to fuck your ass, and your pussy. I want all of you. We want all of you,” Jason said as Jeff took her clit between his teeth and tugged.
When she’d floated down from the heavens, she noticed the fullness where Jeff’s fingers had been. “Wear this tonight,” he said. He flicked the knob protruding from her ass and her pussy creamed as the sensation vibrated through her. “We’ll take it out and put it back in several times throughout the night so you get used to wearing it.” He produced an array of plugs in sizes varying from the small one she wore to a big one she was sure would injure her if they tried to insert it. “They’ll get bigger and bigger until you think you’ve had enough.”
They’d done it too. All through the night, they used her body in tender ways, bringing her to climax over and over again. Sometimes she came with one of the butt plugs in, sometimes without. Each plug became progressively larger and heavier, and by morning, she had taken the largest into her with ease. It was this one she’d brought home with her.
“Wear it while we’re gone, and think of us, think of how much better it will be to have a cock there,” Jason had said.
The water grew cold, and Megan reached up to turn it off, remaining on the tile floor until she thought her legs could hold her.
That day, her shift at the hospital seemed as if it would never end. Her leg muscles ached, her nipples screamed like fire and her pussy and anus throbbed with remembered pleasure, and pleasure denied. Two days later, she took her dinner break in Christopher’s room and watched part of the Mustangs game with him. She’d bought a book, Baseball for Dummies, and studied it whenever something happened she didn’t understand, and that was more often than she cared to admit.
After four days, she gave in and inserted the butt plug after she’d showered and curled up in bed to read. They called her on the fifth night. The team had a day off in Seattle, and they said they wanted to hear her voice. Their conversation had been like she imagined lovers of long standing would carry on. They said they missed her, they wanted only her, and then they asked about her work, and Christopher, specifically. She told them what she could without giving away confidential information, then they asked about what she did in her free time. She told them about the baseball book she’d bought, and they laughed good-naturedly at her attempt to learn the game.
They told her stories about their travel experiences, and spoke of the games as if they were boring business meetings. She almost told them about the butt plug, that she was now wearing it at night, but something held her back. They promised to call again when they could, and as she hung up, she choked back the words she longed to say.
She missed them so damned much. She filled her free time studying every book about baseball she could find, and watching whatever game was being televised.
They called again two days later. Their road trip was ending, and they’d be home in another two days. She wished she’d asked them to Skype her so she could see their faces when she answered their unspoken question. Would she be there when they got home?
The question had hung over their time apart like the blade of a guillotine. If she said no, the relationship would be severed. Jeff and Jason would not push her to do something she didnot want to do, but if she said yes…her life would change beyond anything she’d ever imagined.
They’d exhausted all the usual areas of conversation, and a dark silence sounded over the phone line. Megan knew they were waiting for her to answer the question.
“What time does your plane get in?” she asked. It wasn’t exactly an answer, but it was answer enough. She smiled at the audible sighs on the other end of the line. They’d been afraid she would say no. Her heart clenched and she wiped tears from her cheeks. They’d only known each other a few weeks, but she couldn’t imagine her life without them now. And everything they’d promised to do to her body, things she’d never thought possible, she craved now with every fiber of her being.
“Six o’clock,” Jason said. “There’s a key under the mat.”
Chapter Eight
Megan put away the groceries she’d brought. If she were going to spend any time at all with Jeff and Jason, she wasn’t going to starve. Number one on her list was laying down some ground rules, the least of which was, she wasn’t going to be their housekeeper, cook or – heaven forbid – their mother. She was pretty sure they weren’t thinking in those terms, but these days it was acceptable for a woman to voice her expectations up front, and that’s exactly what she intended to do.
“Wow. What’s all this?” Jeff asked as he and Jason dragged their suitcases through the kitchen.
“It’s food,” Megan said, transferring a steaming casserole from the oven to the island. “Don’t get used to it.”
Jason parked his suitcase near the door and hopped onto a barstool. Jeff wasn’t far behind. “This is the second time you’ve cooked for us,” Jason said as he looked appreciatively at the food. “It would be real easy to get used to it.”
Megan brought another dish to the island and her gaze locked with Jeff’s. Unlike his brother, Jeff wasn’t focused on the food, he was focused on her. “You look good enough to eat,” he said.
“Thank you.” Megan felt a flush creep over her face that had nothing to do with the heat from cooking and everything to do with the way Jeff made her feel every time he looked at her. “I enjoy cooking, but as I said, don’t get used to it.” She poured glasses of homemade lemonade for each of them before taking a seat at the far end of the bar so she could see them both. “I made dinner tonight because I wanted to talk to you, and I thought the best way to get you to listen was to fill your mouths with food.”
She scooped the casserole onto plates and passed them to Jeff and Jason before filling her own plate. Once they were settled with full plates in front of them, she resumed. “I’ve given this arrangement a lot of thought.” Two identical sets of eyes turned to her. “Go ahead. You can eat while we talk.” She waited until they had their mouths full before she continued. “I know you said all you wanted was sex, and I think I’ve come to terms with that, but I want to make my expectations clear.”
Jeff swallowed, then washed it down with half a glass of lemonade. “Okay. We’re listening.”
“Good. I won’t be the cook or the maid. I won’t pick up after you, and I won’t do your laundry. I’m not your servant or your mother. If you want those things, I’m not the woman to give them to you.”
“We aren’t looking for any of those things, especially the mother part.” Jason shuddered at he said the last part. “Did we do anything to give you that impression?”
“No. No you didn’t,” she admitted. “I just wanted to make sure we’re on the same page here before…well, before we…”
“Fuck?” Jason said.
“I was going to say, get intimate, but I guess it’s a bit late for that.”
“We understood what you meant, didn’t we?” Jeff elbowed Jason in the ribs.
“Yeah, we understood.”
“Second, I’m not going to move in with you.” They both sat up straighter and looked at her.
“Why the hell not?” Jason asked.
“Because, I’m not ready for that. I have a life. A job. An apartment. And I don’t know what I would do with myself when the two of you are gone. For now, I’ll spend time with you here when I can, but that’s all I’m willing to do. For now,” she added.
Jeff and Jason looked at each other, then back at her. “Okay,” Jeff said. “But we want you to know you can change your mind at any time.”
Megan inclined her head in acknowledgment. “Understood.” She took a sip of lemonade to calm her nerves and allow herself another second or two before she said the rest. “I know you both said you were looking for a long-term relationship, but I’m under the impression you mean a strictly sexual relationship – nothing more. Am I correct?”
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nbsp; “More or less,” Jeff confirmed. “I’d like to think we’re friends, and that we can become better friends.”
“Friends.” She let the idea roll around in her head for a moment. “Yes, I think we’re already friends, of a sort. I just don’t know if it’s possible for me to have the kind of sexual relationship you want without becoming more emotionally involved. I don’t have any experience with this kind of arrangement.”
“What, exactly, are you saying?” Jason asked.
“I don’t know, exactly. I’ve never been in a strictly sexual relationship. I guess I’m wondering what happens if it becomes something more…serious.”
“It’s already serious,” Jeff said. “If you think it isn’t, then we haven’t conveyed the right message. We never would have invited you to join us if all we wanted was physical gratification. That’s a part of it, for sure, but we could get that with anyone. We want more from you, Megan. We want you to be a part of our lives. How much you’re willing to give is up to you. We’re hoping it will be a lot more than just your body, lovely as it is.”
Suddenly, her stomach felt like a rock and she couldn’t eat another bite. Did Jeff mean they might develop feelings for her over time? Did they hope she would reciprocate? It was crazy the way she yearned for it to be true, and the absurd thought that perhaps it already was true, at least on her part.
“Well then…I’ll need tests. I won’t sleep with you until you’ve been tested. I took the liberty of bringing my test results. We have to be tested every six months – hospital regulations.”
“Not a problem. We both got tested a few weeks ago. You’re welcome to look over the results,” Jason said.
“Oh. Well.” She was stammering. She really hadn’t expected them to have been tested…unless…. “Was there a particular reason you had the tests done?”
“No particular reason,” Jeff said. “We have annual physicals as part of our contract with the Mustangs. There is always the option to be tested and we took advantage of it. You know…better safe than sorry. We have the test results for the last five years, if you’re interested.”