Three Is Just Enough

by Jon Keys

  “It could. I’m not sure how she’d handle it. She hasn’t said more than a few words to us since the blowup.”

  Cole checked the damage to Dalton’s face. “You need cleaned up. There’s blood all over you, and I’m not sure who’s it is.”

  Dalton paused for a minute. “There’s something else we need to talk about.”

  Cole’s brow furrowed and he frowned. “What?”

  “I’d like for us to get tested. We’d already decided to be exclusive. I want to get rid of the rubbers. Now that we’ve bled all over each other, we need to be tested anyway.”

  Cole smiled. “I’d like that. Not the blood thing, but no more raincoats.”

  “Good. How about we jump in the shower, wash the blood off and then get some ice packs on our faces. Both of us are going to have shiners.”

  Cole leaned in and kissed Dalton softly. “Thank you. I don’t know what I’d have done if I’d lost you, too.”

  “Me neither, I never want to lose you.”

  Cole met his gaze and then gently took Dalton’s lip between his teeth and tugged. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up. Then I’ll make us breakfast.”

  Cole led Dalton to the bathroom. He retrieved towels for both of them from the linen closet and draped them over the towel bar. He adjusted the shower until the spray was hot and steamy. While he’d adjust the water, Dalton had stripped down to his briefs. The chill was soon gone from the room. As he stepped out of his underwear, Cole’s muscular arms wrapped around him.

  “You know, I was so pissed at you last night. It hurt when you brought up my family,” Cole said.

  Dalton twisted in his arms so they faced each other, His gut was knotted with regret. “I’m really really sorry, Cole. That was dirty. I promise to never pull that stunt again. I’m sure we’ll argue, but I don’t want it to get nasty.” Dalton smiled and touched his sore cheek. “I’d also like it if we never used each other as punching bags again.”

  Cole smiled and pulled them tight. “Sounds like a great plan.”

  They began to explore each other. Searing heat flared on Dalton’s skin each place they touched. Cole trembled in his arms as Dalton held him fiercely. The steam of the shower roiled through the room when Dalton sensed an almost imperceptible movement from Cole, and released him. Cole wiped tears from his eyes and smiled at Dalton. “Sorry, I’m kinda a wimp sometimes.”

  Dalton kissed each of Cole’s rough cheeks. “Nope, not wimpy at all. But we’re about to be in a cold shower if we don’t quit making out.”

  Cole tugged Dalton into the steam and soon they were washing each other. The pair found bruises and lumps they didn’t know they had. Dalton found a knot on the back of Cole’s head and realized blood had dried into the hair around the wound.

  Dalton gently cleaned the gash. “Damn, when did that happen?”

  Cole shrugged. “No idea. We were a busy beating the hell out of each other.”

  Dalton cringed. “Sorry.”

  Cole ran his finger down Dalton’s nose. “With the shiner you have, you were just getting even.”

  Dalton groaned as Cole soaped his crotch. The slick touch sent his already stiff cock to the hardness of a rock. He reached between Cole’s legs and lathered him, then wrapped his fingers around Cole’s thick cock and stroked it. They urgently handled each other as their passion built. Dalton could sense the gathering lust a week of going without made even more powerful.

  They pressed their crotches together, their hard cocks sliding over each other. Cole wrapped his hands around their dueling cocks and stroked them. Dalton shivered at the combination of sensations bombarding him as Cole’s hands lit his body on fire. Their cocks slid together under the hot spray of water as Dalton raced toward a climax.

  “Real close,” Dalton said.

  Cole leaned in and chewed lightly on Dalton’s ear as he continued to jerk them together. “Go for it, babe. Spray all over us.”

  A delicious tingle deep inside Dalton signaled the point of no return. He tensed as the waves of pleasure flooded his body. The liquid ecstasy raced through him and erupted over them splattering them both. Dalton’s body seized and released over and over as a week of accumulated stress emptied. The spasms declined and Dalton leaned against Cole. His breathing slowed as Cole continued stroking their cocks together.

  “Oh hell. Let go,” Dalton said as his cock became sensitive.

  Cole pressed Dalton against the shower wall and ground against him while they kissed. Then he ran his hands down Dalton’s chest. He coated his hands with jizz and used it to jack his own cock. Dalton grinned as he reached up and rubbed Cole’s nipples.

  “Harder,” Cole said through gritted teeth.

  Dalton grabbed the two thick nipples and twisted hard, pinching them between his fingers. Cole rolled his head backward and a deep groan echoed. A moment later, a hot splash hit Dalton’s stomach. With a grin, he twisted Cole’s nipples again and again. The crisscrossing of hot semen added a final wonderful sensation to an already amazing session.

  Cole grabbed Dalton’s hands and pulled them away. “Enough, enough. Damn, that was good.”

  Dalton kissed Cole again. “Yeah, it was. Come on, we need to clean up again.”

  * * * *

  Tara stood frozen, listening as she had been for the last handful of minutes since she’d walked into the room to grab some papers she’d forgotten. They don’t need me. They don’t even miss me being part of the trio. She gathered up her papers and walked out, more determined than ever to make something work with Jody.

  Tara slipped off her shoe, scooted closer to the edge of the chair and ran her foot along the inside of Jody’s thigh. He jumped, glanced around and hissed at Tara. “Stop it. You’ll get us in trouble.”

  Tara smiled seductively. “I thought a little trouble might be fun. Don’t you want to fool around? No one can see us. What would they do anyway?”

  Jody jumped when Tara slid her foot between his legs again. He scowled at Tara. “Knock it off. There could be cameras or something. I’m not going to get in trouble because you’re frisky.”

  Tara snapped back into her chair and frowned at him. After a few seconds, he dropped his gaze back to the page and Tara was left staring at the top of his head. Her nose twitched and she muttered. “Maybe the guys watching the camera would be interested…”

  Jody looked up. “Did you say something?”

  “No. Not a thing. Everything’s—fine.”

  “Good.” Jody went back to his reading.

  Several hours passed before Jody closed his book and smiled at Tara. “Hey, lets go do something fun. Grab something to eat. I heard about a new sushi place across town. We can be there in thirty minutes tops.”

  Tara frowned slightly. “Sushi? I don’t—”

  “Sure, you’ll love it. My treat.”

  Tara sighed and nodded. “Okay. I’m sure there’s stuff on the menu I can eat.”

  Jody started putting away his books. “It’ll be great. A couple of the guys from my frat ate there. They said it was good.” He smiled at Tara, grabbed her bag and tossed it over his shoulder with his own. They quickly made their way to Jody’s sports car. The drive to the restaurant relaxed Tara, and she leaned across and ran her hand over Jody’s thigh. “I’m not crazy about sushi.”

  Jody ran his fingers through her hair. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll take care of you.”

  Tara felt ignored by Jody. She would have never let Cole or Dalton get away with telling her what to do. But she decided to go along with Jody’s I’m in charge routine. “I’d like that.”

  The meal was better than Tara expected and Jody had returned to his normal sweet self. The glasses of sake and a quiet evening put Tara in the mood for intimacy. She practically purred as she curled her hands around Jody’s bicep. “Why don’t we go back to your apartment and relax.”

  Jody grinned at her, letting his hand slide down her back. “That sounds good.”
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  Even the short drive to Jody’s apartment had Tara aching for release. Jody’s soft touches on her body sent warm feelings through her. As he fumbled at the door, she ran her hand along the curve of his butt, and he almost dropped the keys. He frowned. “Stop it. I have to get the door open.”

  Tara recoiled but before she thought of a response, it popped open. A moment later they were behind the closed door of Jody’s apartment. He slid his hands over her as they locked in an urgent kiss. Tara pulled his shirt loose and ran her hands over his smooth chest. Jody ran his hands under her top and splayed his fingers over her flat abs for several wonderful minutes while they kissed.

  He swept his hands across her back and found the clasp to her bra. The first confident movements slipped into fumbling when he couldn’t open the fastener. Tara pulled back, smiled, and deftly unhooked the clasp. Jody slipped her blouse and bra off, letting them drop to the floor. He leaned in and bit down on her nipple.

  Tara flinched as the pain coursed through her. “Easy, baby. Let’s ease into it at first.”

  Jody released her and smiled. “I want you so bad. Let’s get somewhere more comfortable.” He took her hand and pulled her into his bedroom. Standing beside the bed, he opened her jeans and pushed them down around her ankles. Tara stepped out of them. Jody’s hands covered her, rubbing over her crotch before he eased her onto the bed.

  Jody stripped quickly, his cock ramrod straight from his pale blond crotch. He crawled beside Tara, groping her breasts as he kissed and licked down her body. She began to relax when he straddled her body and kissed her.

  “Now comes the fun stuff,” he said.

  Jody opened her legs, pressed his face against her and traced his tongue along the folds of her vulva. His tongue worked in, dipping and diving until the wonderful pleasure built within Tara, her pussy opening under his hot lips and tongue, when he stopped.

  Tara lifted herself from the bed to see Jody unrolling a condom over his pink cock. The hard shaft swung free and Tara smiled with anticipation when he crawled between her legs. His dick slid over Tara and a wisp of passion flowed from her crotch. He lowered himself and kissed her hard as he pressed his rigid cock against her.

  Tara sighed in anticipation as the spongy head of his cock bumped against her wet folds repeatedly. She spread her legs wider, and Jody thrust forward. Without stopping, he sank himself inside her. Tara grimaced when he plunged deep, but then relaxed as he started pumping.

  Soon the natural juices were flowing and Jody slid in and out with ease. The heat of sex flowed through her as he pounded. She couldn’t help but compare him to Dalton and Cole. His equipment was in between her two guys, not as long as Dalton, not as thick as Cole. Still, sex was good, a hot fuck with her high school crush. She wrapped her legs around his waist and met his thrusts. Jody bucked harder, shoving Tara across the bed. The rock hard cock built the fire in her and he began playing with her nipples. Twisting and tugging on them as Jody’s face contorted.

  “Oh. Fuck.”

  He thrust hard and pinned her against the bed as his body moved with the familiar spasms of climax. A few moments passed, then after a last tensing of his muscles, he collapsed on top of Tara.

  “Oh, shit. That was good.”

  Tara ran her hands slowly over his back, enjoying Jody’s scent. “I’m glad, baby. I wanted you to have a good time.”

  His head popped up and he smiled at Tara. “You want to spend the night?”

  Tara considered for a moment. “Sure. I’d like that.”

  “Great!” Jody jumped from the bed and trotted to the bathroom. The toilet flushed and water ran for a few moments, but she was surprised to see Jody return wearing underwear. He crawled into bed and wrapped his arms around her. His hand traced lazy circles on her stomach, easing downward and Tara opened her legs to his advances. But a few moments later he paused and laid his hand against her abdomen.

  “Night, babe,” Jody whispered to her.

  Tara snuggled back against him and enjoyed the heat of his body. His skin smooth against hers. Minutes later soft snoring filled the room and she slumped into the mattress. I guess we’re done.

  * * * *

  “Avery. What am I going to do? I like Jody, but…”

  “I thought he was the long lost love of your life?”

  “I did, too. But he’s just…I don’t know. Kind of boring…and a little moody.’

  Avery closed her book and looked at Tara. “Why?”

  Tara let out a humorless chuckle. “To which, the moody or the boring.”

  “Well let’s start with boring.”

  Tara thought about her answer. Her lips twisted as she returned Avery’s look. “We’ve been friends a long time, right?”

  “Of course. Is it that bad?”

  “Well, I don’t want to sound like some slut…”

  Avery let out a light, chiming giggle. “The sex sucks, huh?”

  Tara smiled, slumped into her chair, and glanced through the rows of books that made this corner of the library seem like a private reading area. “It wasn’t like I expected it would be the same thing as with Cole and Dalton. But he’s so vanilla, and so…”

  “What? Is he violent or something?”

  Tara could practically see the hackles rise on her friend, and chuckled. “No. Nothing like that. I was going to say…he’s so quick.”

  Avery looked confused for a few seconds and then her eyebrows shot up and she giggled again. “Quick in the saddle, huh?”

  Tara grinned and enjoyed a sense of relief as they turned into giggling adolescents. “Two licks, poke it in and he’s done.” Tara flourished her hands in a way that had both of them laughing uncontrollably. This time their giggles drew the attention of one of the librarians.

  “You need to keep down the noise, ladies.”

  Tara and Avery nodded in agreement, but barely held in their amusement. Once they were alone again, they snickered and shushed each other until the mirth subsided. Avery took a deep breath to calm herself and grinned from ear to ear. “At least you got two licks, I dated a guy once who didn’t go down there.”

  Tara snickered and waved her hand frantically as she covered her mouth so the giggles couldn’t burst loose. Once she had herself under control, she gasped out, “What did you do?”

  Avery raised her brows and made a sour face. “Broke up with him. That’s definitely on the list of things Avery will dump you over. Like in the top two.”

  “Okay, I have to ask. What’s number one?”

  “Telling me you don’t believe in sex before marriage.”

  Tara slapped her hand over her mouth while her friend’s gaze danced. A few moments passed and Avery took on a serious look. “What was it like before?”

  “With the boys?”

  “Yeah. What was it like having two guys to keep you happy?”

  “Well, they didn’t do such a good job of keeping me happy. Avery, it was like living with pigs. They never cleaned up unless I bitched at them. They used my stuff without asking. The final stunt they pulled was when they were having sex with me in the next room.”

  “Sounds like boys. Actually it sounds like two normal guys. And didn’t you tell me they asked if you wanted to join in?’

  “Yeah, but I didn’t want them to have sex without me!”

  Avery snorted. “Wasn’t that the idea? It could be with any combination and everyone was okay. I thought they didn’t even have to ask.”

  Tara crossed her arms and shot Avery an exasperated look. “Not when I’m pissed off!”

  Avery chuckled. “Sounds like you were expecting mind readers. I’m not sure we want guys to read our minds.”

  Tara’s face softened and then she shook her head. “I’m afraid it’s too late now.”

  “Sorry, Tara.”

  “It was amazing, too…”

  “What was?”

  “Sex with both of them, it could last forever and take my breath
away.”

  “No two licks and done, huh.”

  Tara chuckled at the thought of all the attention the guys lavished on her. “No.” She looked around to make sure no one was close enough to overhear. “They considered less than two times for me to be a bad session.”

  Avery chuckled, opened her book again and began to study.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Dalton moved behind Cole’s chair and started rubbing his shoulders. Since Tara dumped them, Cole had become more and more distant. Cole sighed as Dalton ground his thumbs into the back of his neck. Dalton leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

  “What’re you working on?” asked Dalton.

  Cole blew a gust of breath through his nose, then motioned at the piles of paper. “Looking for a job, sending out resumes.”

  A jolt pass through Dalton and his stomach knotted. “You’re leaving?”

  Cole sat down his pen and twisted to look at Dalton. “Yeah, I graduate in a few months. I need a job. There’s not anything to keep me around here.”

  “Oh.”

  “What with Tara gone…”

  “No, I get it. Without Tara there’s nothing here.”

  “Dalton, no. That isn’t want I meant.”

  “I got it. Okay. I have a meeting. I’m already late. I’ll see ya.” Dalton grabbed his bag and raced out the door in a tee and sweats. Cole ran after him, but Dalton had disappeared in the heavy late season snowstorm.

  “Dalton!” Cole yelled, but there was no answer. He grabbed a coat as he plunged his feet into boots and chased after Dalton. The echo of the door slamming shut barely faded before Cole was running down the sidewalk, calling Dalton’s name.

  Half frozen and coated in snow, Cole struggled to unlock the front door. As he tried a fourth time, it opened. The light blinded him for a moment. “Dalton?”

  “No, it’s me. Tara. Get in here, you look frozen.”

  Cole stumbled into the house, shivering as he struggled to pull off his coat. His hands were chilled and red, pain lanced through them as he fumbled with the coat button, unable to open them. He felt a soft slap and found Tara standing in front of him. “Stop it. You’re going to be lucky if you don’t have frostbite. Why in the world were you out in this weather? You know better.”