by Jane Jamison
He was a horrible dancer, but that didn’t matter. She was having fun watching him sway, his rhythm out of sync with the music. Jeff laughed and leaned against the table that held the player.
“Don’t step on her feet, Kane. I want to dance with her next.”
The song didn’t last long, but by the time it was over, she was already out of breath. “I really need to get more exercise.” As soon as she’d said the words, she wanted to slap herself. Drawing attention to her out of shape body was the last thing she ever wanted to do.
Jeff tapped Kane on the arm. “I’m cutting in.”
Before Kane could do more than give him another scowl, she took Jeff’s hand and tugged him a few feet away. Sliding her arms over his shoulders as she’d done with Kane, she waited until the next song came on. She was thankful that it was a slow song.
“Is this your playlist?”
His alluring blue eyes held her, making her barely notice that Kane had moved off to the side. “Yeah. I like a lot of different styles of music.”
“Me, too.”
They moved back and forth, not doing much more than letting the music take them. She couldn’t find anything to say, but she didn’t care. The silence connected them more than words ever could have.
As she’d done with Kane, she put her head to his chest and marveled at his physique. How could a man, two men, be so strong, so hard, and yet so warm and inviting? She sighed and closed her eyes, determined to remember every moment of their dance.
His fragrance, whether from a bottle or just a part of him, tantalized her nostrils. Taking in a deeper breath, she committed it to memory and compared it to that of Kane’s. As with everything else about them, they were alike and different in the way they smelled. She and Jeff moved as one, their bodies melting together, their breathing synchronizing.
Jeff slid a hand from her waist to run it over the curve of her ass. For a moment, she almost pulled it away. Not because she didn’t want it there, but because she worried that he’d remember just how big her bottom was. Yet when he grabbed hold of it, she wouldn’t have let anyone take his hand away.
She mewled, the sound raucous in her own ears. Jeff skimmed his other hand down her arm then back up. After a moment’s hesitation, he let it slip over the rounded side of her breast to cup its weight. She heard a moan that wasn’t hers and knew Kane was watching.
Yearning, as fresh as the first time they’d touched, ripped into her, compelling her body to do what her mind might not have allowed. She lifted her face to look at Kane and sent him an unspoken message to join them. He blinked, understanding dawning in his eyes.
Keeping his gaze on hers, Kane moved next to them and pulled her blouse out of her slacks. His hand snaked underneath the material to find her other breast. His mouth parted and his eyes clouded over, filled with lust.
She couldn’t have spoken if her life had depended on it. Instead, she licked her lips, signaling her need. Kane bent and pressed his mouth to hers. It was a sweet kiss, yet told of things to come.
She tightened her hold around Jeff’s neck, turned her head and kissed him, flicking her tongue inside his mouth. She’d been kissed before, but the kisses Kane and Jeff gave her were different. They were tender yet firm, patient yet hungry.
Jeff moaned, deep in his throat, and pulled her closer. Pushing her bra cup aside, he fondled her breast, massaging the taut nipple with his thumb. She arched her back, pushing her breasts against his chest. Kane moved both hands under her shirt, found the clasps of her bra, and freed her breasts.
Her pulse pounded in her ears. Her dream, the one that had seemed so distant and unreal, was happening.
It was no surprise that they’d sandwiched her between them. Kane’s hands cupped her butt cheeks, and she soon felt the stiffness of his hard cock pressing against the crease between them.
She turned to look at Kane before checking with Jeff. Both of them appeared to be okay with the sudden sharing of her, and her heart skipped a beat, thrilled at their acceptance of each other’s presence.
Kane pushed harder against her, then reached around to unbutton her slacks. The tightness of the slacks had the zipper sliding down on its own. With an easy push, Jeff had them pooling around her ankles. But unlike in the past, she didn’t let her weight bother her. Somehow, with their kisses and their touches, they’d rid her of her insecurities. They wanted her, chubbiness and all.
She stepped out of the slacks as Jeff began unbuttoning her blouse. First one sleeve fell to her shoulder, then the next. Jeff kissed her skin, tickling her skin with the tip of his tongue. But she didn’t giggle. She couldn’t. Not when the tension between her legs swirled like a blender mixing their three special ingredients together.
Kane pressed his kisses along her other shoulder blade then over her spine to travel downward until he found the top of her panties. Her new, lacy, so-not-granny’s panties. He dropped to his knees.
Part of her didn’t believe it was happening. Their time in the dressing room wasn’t a mistake or a one-off that would never happen again.
The music was forgotten as Jeff cupped her breasts and put his face between them, groaning his satisfaction. His tongue tickled her flesh and yet sent shivers through her. Shivers that only he and Kane could’ve given her.
Kane eased the material away from her butt cheek and ran his tongue over her flesh. It startled her, but it also gave her a rush of sensations hurtling their way outward from her pussy. Her clit throbbed with need, and if Jeff hadn’t been sucking and nibbling on her nipples, she would’ve turned to face Kane and begged him to eat her.
Kane snaked a hand between her legs, urging her to spread them wider. His fingers slipped under her panties and found her hot, aching nub. She moaned and dug her fingernails into Jeff’s shoulders and held on for all she was worth.
She hadn’t given it any rational thought, but she realized that this was what she’d hoped would happen. The men had somehow taken her heart and made it theirs. She didn’t think past the present, couldn’t think that far ahead for fear of what it might mean. The present was more than she needed, more than she could fathom with their hands and mouths on her.
Kane’s finger entered her pussy just as Jeff shoved her breasts together and sucked harder on her nipples. He lashed his tongue over them, treasuring the heavy globes as she’d only dreamed of.
For a moment, she was struck with fear. It had to be a dream, having two hot men worship her overweight body. And if it was, she prayed she’d never wake up.
Kane plunged his finger deeper, and her pussy walls clamped around it. If she had her way, she’d hold onto his finger until he replaced it with his cock.
“Treat me rough. I’m so ready for you to treat me rough.”
She heard the words come out of her mouth, but barely recognized her voice. She sounded sexy, sultry like a vixen who was in control. But she didn’t want that control. She wanted to give control over to them as she’d often fantasized about doing. Being in command in her job, running the tasks to help others, she longed to have men who would take charge sexually while doing their best to make sure she knew she was cherished and satisfied.
The sound of her undies getting ripped away excited her even more. She pushed Jeff back, pulling him by the hair so that he’d lift his face and look at her. “Did you hear me?”
“Rough and ready. I got it.”
“Let’s give her what she wants, Jeff.”
She squealed, reacting to the sting of Kane’s teeth on her butt cheek. Before she could turn around to tell him to bite her again, he stood, pulled his belt out, grabbed her arms, and yanked her arms behind her. He snatched a napkin off the table then worked it around her wrists before buckling his belt and tightening the loop, binding her hands together.
Jeff, his jaw muscle working, thrust his hand between her legs. His fingers sank into her pussy, and she gasped at the intrusion. Putting his face close to hers, he worked his fingers in and out, rubbing her clit with the ball o
f his hand. “You want it rough? We’ll give it to you rough. But this time I’m going to do more than just finger-fuck you. Would you like that, baby?”
“Yes. I want that and more.”
Jeff worked his hand, massaging her clit first slowly then faster, soft then hard. He pumped his fingers into her, fucking her as he’d soon fuck her with his cock.
Without warning, Kane lifted her off her feet and threw her on top of the table. She landed on her side, thudding her arm against the table. The casserole of lasagna slipped off the table and onto the floor, spilling noodles and sauce, but that was only a minor distraction.
“Don’t move,” ordered Kane.
She did as he told her. Not that she could’ve moved. She was too intent on watching them disrobe. Better than any male strippers, they took their time, unbuttoning their shirts so that only the top of their hard chests showed.
Had they coordinated their moves? She doubted it, but the way they stood, side by side, their attentions locked on her, made her wonder.
The sparse golden curls on Jeff’s chest were in direct contrast to Kane’s hairless chest, but both men’s chests were wide and rock solid. A few more buttons revealed their abdomens, ridges of flesh that would be soft and hard to the touch.
Jeff undid his silver buckle then yanked his belt free. He tossed it on top of one of the chairs. “I’ll keep that handy just in case.”
She bit her lip and nodded as though he’d expected an answer.
When they both undid the button on their jeans, she was sure she’d faint before they got to the really good part of the show. She held her breath, ready for the great reveal.
“Boots off first.” She dared to give them the order, then promised herself that she wouldn’t do it again.
Kane nodded. She waited patiently as they bent over and yanked their boots off.
“You can take my boots off for me next time.” Jeff lifted up one of his boots then let it drop to the floor.
She smiled but lost it when Kane shot a pointed look at Jeff. A silent acknowledgement passed between them, one that put an edge of alarm in her heart. What had that look meant?
But she soon forgot her worry when they took hold of the sides of the jeans and shoved them to their feet. Their cocks, their hard-as-a-pole-and-thicker-than-a-branch shafts popped out from under the denim material.
Their cocks were magnificent, so long and thick that they made her mouth water. Both their dicks had a slight curve so that the mushroomed cap of their dicks pointed toward the ceiling.
Jeff took his cock in his hand and stroked it. “Do you like what you see, baby?”
She couldn’t speak, couldn’t even nod. And yet, she knew he could see her response in her eyes. Her pussy burned with the need of them.
Kane took the champagne bottle out of the bucket then tilted the bottle over her mons.
“I need a drink.” He tipped the bottle and let a small stream of the champagne flow over her. She gasped at the cold liquid landing on her warm skin, but her body heat soon got rid of the chill.
Pulling out a chair, he sat down and yanked her closer. His mouth on her pussy was enough to have her crying out. Pushing hard against her, he thrust his tongue around her clit, then drew it between his teeth. Her body bucked, the waves rolling through her as he plunged a finger into her pussy. He twisted his finger, searching for her sensitive bundles of nerves. When he found it, she was sure her head would explode as the climax tore through her, shaking her body. She closed her eyes and let the feelings take over.
Had she ever had an orgasm like it? She couldn’t think past the question enough to answer it. Instead, she rode her climax to the end, dragging in one breath after another.
When she opened her eyes again, Jeff was standing by the other edge of the table, his long, curved, purple-veined cock pointing straight at her head.
“Suck my cock, baby.” Not waiting for her to say yes or no, he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head forward. She had no choice but to obey him.
His cock tasted like champagne, and she realized at once that he’d poured some of it over his cock. She whipped her tongue around him, sucking in the flavor of the alcohol that was soon replaced by his own unique taste.
Her arm hurt, her pussy ached, and her head hurt from Jeff’s hold. Still, she wouldn’t complain. She’d wanted it rough and that’s what they’d given her. They were treating her as their woman, primal and almost animalistic, but their underlying affection—their love?—was always evident in their caresses and moans of pleasure. They were giving her everything she’d ever wanted and more.
She moaned, wishing she could use her hands to cup Jeff’s balls, but loving the way being tied up made her feel. In the same moment, she felt strong, powerful, and…possessed.
Kane’s tongue was a magical tool all by itself. One second he would flatten it against her swollen clit, and in the next, he’d flick it fast and light, giving her an altogether different sensation. She cried out, the sound muffled by Jeff’s cock.
“Spank her, Kane.” Jeff jerked on her hair, compelling her to look at him. “But don’t you jump and bite me when he does.”
Kane lapped at her juices, the sound of him savoring her filling the air. When he paused to lift his head, she wanted to shout at him to put it back between her legs.
“You like it rough, don’t you, darlin’? I can tell by the amount of sweet juices you’re putting out. It’s like a river of pure nectar down here.”
Jeff laughed. “Damn. I never thought I’d hear words like that coming from you. You sound downright poetic.”
“You don’t know the half of what I’m capable of.” Kane skimmed his tongue along her inner thigh, sending a shiver up her leg. “Ready? I need to see your flesh get all pink and pretty.”
She tried not to jump, but it was hard when Kane flattened his hand against her butt cheek. Instead, she pulled on Jeff’s cock, harder, putting the sting of Kane’s slap into her hold on Jeff. Another spank came right before Kane shoved his finger back into her pussy. He stood up, working her harder than before.
“You’re wet, baby. So wet and juicy.”
She glanced at Kane. His mouth glistened from her juices. His arm muscles flexed as he shoved his finger into her pussy and massaged her clit. She ached to have more of him.
Jeff’s grip on her hair tightened, and he started moving her head back and forth, helping her to draw him in then release him. He moaned, then reached to fondle his balls, teasing her to do it when she couldn’t.
When he pulled her off him, she drew in a ragged breath, and hoping she wasn’t making a mistake, dropped the wall that kept her from letting go completely. “Talk dirty to me.”
Kane removed his hand, skimming his palm over her patch of curly hair. “You’re full of surprises today.”
“Fuck the bitch, Kane.”
Surprised, she looked at Jeff and saw that he’d taken her wish to heart. He lifted his eyebrows, a question to continue or not.
His meaning of the word bitch was clear. It was purely sexual and not derogatory at all.
She answered his silent question the best way she knew how. While keeping her eyes on Jeff, she said, “Yeah, fuck me, Kane. I’m a dirty girl and I need to get fucked.”
She’d never talked that way before. Surprising and scaring her a little, she found that she liked it. Talking dirty gave sex an added bit of naughtiness that swirled the growing need in her abdomen even faster.
“Is that it, darlin’? Are you a dirty girl?”
She smiled and licked her lips. “I’m a bad, dirty girl.”
Kane grabbed her, digging his fingers into her skin, then plunged his cock into her, making her cry out. Her arms ached, but even that pain only heightened the passion tingling through her body. “Clench your pussy, dirty girl. Hold on to me as hard as you can.”
She did as he ordered as best she could, and he thrust again and again, holding onto her leg for support. She rocked over the table, bunching up the
tablecloth underneath her. The crashing noise of plates falling to the floor had her thinking of how to explain it to Daisy, but she’d buy her a whole new set of plates before she’d tell the men to stop.
Kane’s pelvis, moving forward and back in a sexy, rhythmic motion, wet her mouth. Her insides were mush, whirling around in a growing frenzy that would soon escalate to another climax.
Jeff turned her hair loose then grabbed a fork and climbed on top of his chair. He bent his body over her, the fork gripped in his hand.
“What are you going to do with that?” She wasn’t too concerned. The men wouldn’t hurt her. Daisy had told her more than once that their rough exteriors hid their true kind natures.
“This.” Jeff put one knee on the table so he could get his body over hers even farther. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”
Reaching toward her buttocks, he pressed the tines of the fork against her skin. She gasped, but didn’t complain even when he started to drag it over her spine.
The feeling of the fork scratching over the surface of her skin didn’t cause her pain. Instead, it gave her a wild feeling that both tingled and sent shivers across her skin. The more he leaned over her, the harder he pressed, not enough to injure her, but hard enough to make it count. The sensation warped the pleasant feeling into one of slight pain. Yet even the pain turned her on. His cock brushed against her arm, and she tried to shift to reach it with her mouth, but couldn’t.
“Stay still, woman.” Kane pounded into her, pushing her closer to the middle of the table.
She would’ve reached out to Kane, to use his strong body to hold onto, but it was impossible. She was under his power and all she could do was to enjoy the thickness of his cock inside her pussy.
Jeff dragged the fork over her shoulder blade, then her shoulder. His eyes were clouded with yearning as he moved the utensil down her chest to tease the tip of her nipple.
The slap of Kane’s body hitting hers accented his pants as he drove into her again. Groaning, he paused, his expression tight. Suddenly, he pulled out, then stepped away. “I don’t want to come. Not yet.”