Unexpected Consequences

by Sloan Johnson

  Leaning over my body, he grinds his hips into me, our cocks rubbing against one another as he flicks my nipple ring with his tongue. “Do you want to come for me?” he asks with a laugh, knowing full well that my balls are drawn tight to my body, waiting for him to give me permission to release.

  “Yes,” I groan, bucking up in time with his thrusts. “Fuck, I want you inside of me!” I reach down, circling both of our cocks with my hands, stroking fast and hard.

  “So impatient,” Jeff tsks, reaching for the bottle of lube. He reaches between our bodies, slowly breaching the ring of muscle with one finger. “What would you say if I told you that you’re going to be the one inside of me tonight?”

  My body stills at his words. This is something we’ve never done before. Sure, I’ve thought about it, but Jeff has made it clear to me that he doesn’t bottom. Ever.

  “Don’t fuck with me, Jeff,” I say, all protocol thrown out the window. I’ll fuck him all the way into next week, but if this is some game to him, I’m going to lose my shit.

  I take a few deep breaths, needing to back away from the cliff my libido is currently standing at the edge of. Jeff looks down at me with what can only be describe as mischievous adoration in his brilliant blue eyes. “Would I do that?” he asks coyly.

  “Yes, you fucking would!” I nearly shout. Jeff’s hand clamps over my mouth before I can continue on a hormone driven rant about how he’s driving me insane right now.

  “Keep your voice down,” Jeff scolds playfully. “Mary needs her rest.”

  Those last four words are exactly what I need to bring me crashing back to reality. I feel like an asshole for getting so carried away when she’s not with us. It’s been the three of us every time since the first time. I shift uncomfortably on the bed, weighing my conscience against my desire for the man hovering over me.

  “Hey, where did you go?” Jeff asks as I turn my head so he can’t see the doubt in my eyes. I don’t want him thinking it has anything to do with how I feel about him anymore than I want to confess to what I’m thinking.

  He doesn’t pressure me to open up to him, instead he slides down my body, wrapping his lips around my slackening cock. Okay, so it’s not quite in that state now that the head of it is somewhere at the back of his mouth.

  It’s easier to beg forgiveness than permission, right?

  There’s no way I can stop him as he crooks his arms under my thighs, spreading my body wider. His tongue laves from tip to root, then dipping further, circling the puckered hole of my ass. My body jerks as I moan, willing him to give me more, to give me what he promised just minutes ago.

  Once again proving that he’s either a master at reading my body or he’s psychic, Jeff reaches for the condom packet, making quick work of rolling it down my shaft before reaching for the lube. He strokes my sheathed cock, liberally preparing it to take him.

  It takes every ounce of restraint I possess to not thrust hard into his body the moment he’s positioned over mine.

  “Go easy on me,” he sighs. The mood in the room has seamlessly positioned from one of kinky playtime to near reverent emotion. “I’ve never allowed anyone to do this before,” he admits.

  I want more than anything to ease my cock into his tight hole, but I can’t. I reach for the lube, knowing that I will hurt him and there’s no way he’ll enjoy himself if I rush. With slicked fingers, I reach between our bodies, slowly pressing one digit inside.

  “Holy shit,” Jeff hisses as his body clenches around my finger. I stop, wanting to give him time to get used to the feeling. “Don’t you dare stop!” His hips begin rocking as he tries to impale himself further on my finger.

  I reach up with my free hand, pulling his body over mine. “Let me do this right,” I whisper in his ear. As I slide a second finger into his puckered hole, I bite his neck. “You’re almost ready.”

  “Zeke, do it before I change my mind.” His words are nearly inaudible through his ragged breaths. I’m so used to him being the one in complete control, I take a moment to savor this turn. To watch him come apart as I fuck him with my fingers, gently twisting them to drive him crazy.

  “I’m not going to last long,” I admit. Zeke sits up, reaching down to steady my cock as he lowers himself onto me. I know I’ve spoken the truth as my cock pushes into his body. He stops after the first inch, no doubt adjusting to the uncomfortable pressure.

  “Take your time, Jeff,” I coach him. “Bear down and go slow.” Enjoying the fact that I’m no longer bound, I reach for him, running my hands along his thighs, grabbing his ass to help guide him down onto my cock. He bites his lip, stifling a groan as he lowers himself until he’s fully seated on my thick cock.

  “Fuck, Zeke! That feels…” he starts riding me faster, his face showing what he’s unable to vocalize at this point. I know what he’s feeling it because I’m feeling it too. Pure. Fucking. Bliss.

  He laces our fingers together, leaning over to kiss me deeply. “That feels so good,” I moan, bucking harder, fucking him, claiming a piece of him. “Ride me, Jeff. You’re going to make me fucking come!”

  I pull my hand away from his, reaching down to stroke his cock furiously, wanting him to reach the pinnacle at the same time I do.

  “Zeke, I need you deeper,” he cries out. “Fuck Zeke, I need you!” I flip Jeff over, admiring his body, splayed out beneath me on his stomach.

  “I’m going to fuck you, Jeff,” I warn him. “I don’t think I can go slow with you like this.”

  He pushes his ass in the air toward me, an open invitation. I reach for the lube, shoving two fingers into his gorgeous ass.

  “Zeke, quit fucking around,” he warns, a trace of his Domly tone coming back. “Fuck me!”

  I lay over him, lining my cock up between the cheeks of his ass. “Just remember, you asked for this,” I laugh into his ear as I thrust fast and hard into his eager hole. “Jesus Jeff, this is even fucking better!”

  I pound into his body, my balls slapping against him. The air is filled with grunts and groans, the primal sounds of our union. I let the heat of the moment take over, driving me to bite his neck, his shoulders, his back.

  “FUCK!” Jeff screams into the mattress. “Don’t you dare fucking stop!”

  Sitting up, I grab his hips, pulling him to me as I continue slamming my cock inside of him. “Come with me, Jeff,” I say forcefully before digging my teeth into his shoulder once more. This time, his flesh is the only thing keeping me from screaming loud enough to wake up the entire building as my body explodes.

  Collapsing onto the bed next to Jeff, we lie silent and spent from the most amazing sex of our lives. Well, at least the best of my life. Before either of us can move, a cell phone chimes from the floor. I would ignore it, but it’s Mary’s tone. I scramble out of the bed, throwing clothes aside until I find what I’m looking for.

  If you two are done having fun, could someone come and help me go pee?

  “Busted,” I say to Jeff, holding up my phone so he can see the message.

  “That would imply we were doing something wrong,” he informs me, propping himself on one elbow. “And that was anything but wrong.”

  The only thing worse than being cooped up in a condo overflowing with testosterone is being stuck here with two sexually frustrated men and my mother. For three weeks. The small blessing is that my mother found herself a short-term rental so she can stay in town to take care of me. That’s a good thing because it means she’s not staying with us. It would be better for everyone if she was back in New Jersey, but I don’t see that happening any time soon.

  “Mary, I don’t understand why you won’t come and stay with me,” my mother whines over morning coffee. “It would make more sense than you being here and me having to fight morning traffic every day to come and take care of you.”

  It seems she’s making up for years of being an absentee mother, regardless of whether or not I want her assistance. I’ve told her more times than I can count that Zeke is perfectly cap
able, but she is still convinced I will fall apart if I don’t have her here to oversee everything I do. It honestly wouldn’t surprise me if she has a log of when I go to the bathroom. It’s that bad.

  “What would make sense is if you went home. I’m going to be fine,” I assure her. “With any luck, I’ll be back to work next week now that I’m able to start using crutches most of the time.”

  I watch as my mother starts rifling through cabinets, pulling down stacks of plates and bowls and placing them on the counter. “Nonsense,” she scoffs, never looking back at me. Part of me wants to know what she’s doing, but I’m almost scared to hear her answer. I learned long ago to never question her little quirks. “Now that I’m retired, there’s nothing tying me down. You need me, so here I am!”

  Her voice is far too cheerful. It’s scary enough I’m tempted to ask Jeff if this could be a sign that she’s officially losing her mind.

  “Mom, I’m not sure how else to tell you that I’m fine!” Well, I would be fine if I wasn’t dealing with a crazy, overbearing mother and two men who are trying to maintain some distance from one another since one of the hottest nights of sex I’ve been forced to overhear without being a participant. The three of them have me just about ready to start drinking. Heavily.

  “You’re not fine, Mary,” my mother insists, now placing the plates, bowls and cups back in the cupboard. “What happens if your headaches come back? Or if there was a fire? What would you do then?”

  “Go to the doctor for a headache. Get out of the building if it was on fire,” I deadpan. “I’m beginning to get seriously concerned that you’re overcompensating for a perceived failing in your own parenting skills since you think I couldn’t come up with solutions for such things.”

  Before she can put the mask of propriety over her shocked expression, a booming laugh echoes through the living room.

  “Damn, babe, sounds like you woke up in a rare mood this morning,” Zeke chuckles, leaning over to give me a kiss. “Remind me to not piss you off before you’re done with your first cup of coffee. Good morning, Loretta.”

  My mother glares disapprovingly at Zeke, the same way she does every day. While it’s apparent to me that these two will never be buddies, Zeke seems perfectly content to try to open a dialogue with her every day. Of course, I’m pretty sure he does it just to upset her and that makes it even more entertaining to watch.

  “I’m great, Loretta,” he says in a mocking tone. “Yes, I slept beautifully, thank you for asking. Oh no, it’s not an imposition at all that you’re here at seven o’clock every morning, we love having company at least twelve hours a day if possible.”

  Some days, I let him go on like this until he wears out, but it’s starting to get old. “Zeke, can you get me another cup of coffee?” I ask, holding up my empty mug to him.

  “Sure.” He’s a lot of things, but he’s not stupid. He knows exactly what I’m doing. It’s almost amusing for me to watch the two of them dance around the small kitchen, trying to keep their personal space uncontaminated.

  “Zeke, will you be able to run me to my appointment later today?” I ask when he sits down across the table from me. He’s doing his best to get caught up on work, but I know it hasn’t been easy with my mother and me nitpicking day in and day out.

  Every day, things between Zeke and I are becoming more strained. I know there’s more to it than my having to rely on him for the most menial tasks, but for a moment, I think about going with my mom for a few days to give him a break from me, as much as that thought makes me shudder.

  Maybe then he and Jeff can have another night together without worrying about waking me up. I’m not stupid, I heard them the other night, “discussing” whether or not it was unfair to me for them to fool around without me involved. When I tried broaching the subject the following morning, Zeke wouldn’t hear of it. There’s no reason they can’t have some fun just because I’m still too tender for anything like that.

  “Are you going to eat those?” Zeke asks, grabbing my hand to stop me from pushing the scrambled eggs from one side of my plate to the other.

  Even though I was nearly famished a little while ago, I can’t bear the thought of eating right now. My stomach churns at the thought of what things will happen if we keep going down this road we’re on. Zeke has been more compassionate and understanding than most men would be in his situation. Before all of this, the three of us were having a fun time hanging out, which usually led to clothes strewn over the furniture as we went to town wherever the urge hit. But now… now he’s catering to my every need, even to the point of wiping me if I’m in too much pain to take care of such a personal task.

  I push the plate to the center of the table, knowing I’m not going to be able to eat anything this morning. “No, take it if you want it.”

  Reaching for my crutches, I pull myself up, determined to get back to Zeke’s bedroom before I completely lose it. Wisely, Zeke doesn’t follow me when I begin to hobble through the condo. I don’t have the same luck with my mother.

  “Mary, I can tell you’re upset,” she calls after me. Still clumsy on the crutches, I’m not quick enough to push the door closed and she pushes her way in. “Let me pack you a bag. This isn’t a healthy place for you to recuperate.”

  It doesn’t matter that I thought about going with her while faced with the tension in my non-relationship with Zeke, I can’t go with her. I can barely stand to be in the same room with her at this point. I look to the ceiling, offering a silent apology to my father. He wouldn’t appreciate what I’m about to do, no matter how difficult we all know my mother can be.

  “Mom, you need to go home,” I demand quietly, turning away from her. I ease myself onto the bed, praying this won’t be as hard as I know she’s going to make it. “You’ve done nothing but criticize my life since you got here. That is what I don’t need in my life. Zeke and Jeff are good men. They would kill themselves to keep me safe if they needed to. They were there for me before I even went to the hospital the night of the accident and one of them has been with me every moment since then.”

  When she tries to interrupt me, I hold up my hand to silence her.

  “Where were you in the days following the accident?” I cry, not trying to hold back the emotion I’ve never let her see. I force myself to keep my voice low, not wanting Zeke to hear me upset and come rushing to my side. “You came when it was convenient for you, not when I needed you there. So now, I’m telling you to go. I don’t need you. Even more, I don’t want you here.” I emphasize each word, making sure the meaning is abundantly clear.

  “You need to be with family,” my mother says critically. I watch her saunter across the room, stopping next to me. She looks at the bed and, for a moment, I fear she’s going to try to turn this into a scene out of a Lifetime movie. Luckily, she doesn’t try to sit down next to me, wrapping her arms around me protectively. If she did, I think I would either bust out laughing or shove her away. “Those boys might be your friends, but how do you expect them to know what you need?”

  “Because they both love me, Mom!” I regret the words immediately. Not only are the completely false, but I just divulged the secret I never wanted her to know.

  “Sure, they love you the way friends care about one another, but it’s not the same.” I want to curl up in a ball on the bed and cry myself to sleep. Maybe I’m the one who’s delusional here, not her. I’ve spent too much time reading love stories, convincing myself that something exists in my own life that isn’t there. No matter how much I wish she was wrong, she’s not. There’s no way their love goes any deeper than that of great friends. Friends who have amazingly hot sex. Friends who get freaky together when the opportunity arises. But still just friends.

  “No, it’s not the same. It’s deeper, Mother. Just in the past month, they’ve shown me more unconditional love than you’ve shown me since I was fifteen years old. Zeke didn’t balk at me coming here when I was discharged. He has upturned his life for me. That is wha
t love should be.”

  “And Jeff, he comes over every night and sits with me. He holds me until I fall asleep and stays until he’s certain I’m not going to wake up screaming in pain or from a flashback to that night. That is what love should be.”

  I lay down, turning my back to my mother, not giving a damn what she says or thinks at this point. I’ve been hiding the most important people in my life from her since the moment she walked into my hospital room. I want her to understand that what we have is unconventional, but it works for us. If I’m being honest, I pray every night that they’ll come to the same realization and decide that I’m worth them taking a leap of faith.

  “Your father would roll over in his grave if he knew this is what you have turned into,” my mother admonishes me. “If I’m not understanding you, you’ve just admitted that you’re nothing but a little whore, pining after two men. And I’m not as stupid as I look, I know what’s going on with those men. You’re a damn fool if you think you can get between what they have.”

  She slams the door when she leaves. I think about following her, but I can’t muster the energy. I bury my head in the pillows, inhaling deeply, feeling a bit closer to both Jeff and Zeke as their combined scent overwhelms my senses. This is home to me. Just smelling them, I feel a bit more secure and drift off to sleep.

  “Mary, it’s time to get up,” Zeke whispers. My body aches and my head is foggy, thanks to the stress of the morning. I don’t want to look at him. I don’t want to see the toll I’m taking on him. I don’t want to see regret staring me in the eyes. “Hey, we have to get going or you’re going to be late.”

  It takes me a minute to realize what he’s talking about. Today is the latest in a string of appointments, but this one is different. With any luck, I will be cleared for work and I can start to reclaim some of my independence.

  “Can you grab me something to wear?” I ask meekly. I would do it myself, but I’m already drained and all of my things are in the spare room.