by Tacie Graves
I nodded in return. “I see that.” I cleared my throat. “But, as you can see, there’s no danger here.” I held my hands out to indicate my apartment as I tried to sidle back into my bedroom, my earlier bravado gone. “I’m fine… everything’s just fine. You two can just head right on back out to wherever you were going, I don’t need either of you,” I babbled.
“Oh, Pet,” Donovan said, his voice gravelly, his eyes dark and smoky, “that’s where I’m thinking you’re mistaken.”
In the blink of an eye, he had crossed the room. He wrapped his hands around my wrists, gently twisting them outwards and pulling at the same time so that I had to follow or inflict pain upon myself. When his skin touched mine the raging horde of my hormones re-emerged, screaming across my consciousness, sensitizing me to his scent, to the texture of his hands, even to the sound of his breathing. I gasped at the onslaught and he smiled a wicked smile, knowing my weakness.
“You see, Darcy?” Jack’s voice came across the room and cut through the haze clouding my mind. “I never intended to leave you—how did you put it? Hanging in the non-orgasmic wind?” He walked slowly towards me, muscles rippling as he moved, the cinnamon tones of his skin enhanced with a flush of blood. “I just wasn’t sure what you wanted. I wasn’t sure you knew what you wanted.”
I looked at him wide-eyed. I knew what I wanted, and God help me I was going to die if I didn’t get it.
Jack moved into the space behind me, and suddenly there wasn’t enough oxygen in the world. I was dizzy with the proximity of these two men who had such strong effects on me. I felt hunger quiver through me, and both men’s eyes darkened as they realized the razor edge of control that I was walking.
“But now we know, don’t we?” he whispered, and he slid his beautiful hands around my waist, his heat scorching me through my shirt. My eyes opened even wider as I saw Donovan watching Jack over my shoulder, and the knowledge that they were both here, both wanting me, raced through me on a shiver and my knees buckled weakly beneath me.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Donovan whispered as he leaned in to support me, and Jack echoed, “Beautiful,” from behind me, four hands stroking and touching me as I was supported between their broad chests.
“When Jack called I was already on my way over,” Donovan whispered as he lowered his face, angling away from my mouth at the last moment and instead inhaling deeply, the air moving across my sensitive neck and ear sending more shivers coursing through my body. He rubbed his face against mine, like a jungle cat marking me with his scent. “When I left you at the office it was all I could do not to rip your clothes off and fuck you right there.” His voice thickened and he almost growled the last words, taking another step closer and pinning me against Jack who had moved in even closer behind me.
“But... but you left me,” I gasped as Donovan’s teeth rasped against the side of my neck, the flood of sensation chasing away my residual anger.
“He didn’t leave you because he wanted to, sweetheart,” Jack murmured as he used his fingers to draw tight circles across my belly, slowly increasing their diameter until he was grazing the waistband of my shorts and then trailing up under my breasts. “Control had a problem. Shots were fired… there was a team wide page.” He dipped his hand under my shorts and I inhaled quickly, only to realize that the smell of them was more dizzying than the lack of oxygen.
“My pager went off—silent mode—I had to go,” Donovan explained, “I didn’t want to go--God, I didn’t want to, but I had to. You know I did.” He punctuated his statements with kisses and nips along the tendons of my neck, licking across my collarbone until he could bite the top of my shoulder, leaving a perfect imprint of his teeth.
Jack was busy too. He bunched my shirt in his hands, and when Donovan pulled his mouth away, he quickly stripped it from me. He tossed it into the living room and then slid his hands back around my waist, splaying them upwards until he was cupping my breasts, my tightly furled nipples caught between his fingers.
“I called Donovan back to Blue River,” Jack said as he gently pulled his hands forward, plucking my nipples as he went, and I whimpered as heat liquefied my bones. “I’ve wanted you for months, but I couldn’t step in until I was sure it was what you wanted.” He rolled my nipples between his fingers again and said, “This is what you want, isn’t it, sweetheart?”
With Jack behind me, and Donovan before me I was lucky I could string together a coherent sentence, but I knew I had to answer or they would stop, and if they stopped, I would die.
“I want,” I started and then had to swallow to loosen my voice. “I want you,” I tried again, more clearly this time, “but can I have what I want?”
My greatest fear was that they would suddenly stop and instead of desire, all I would see would be disgust.
“Pet,” Donovan spoke gently as he cupped my face in his calloused palm, “you can have anything you want.” His eyes were dark but the look in them was gentle and I turned and placed a kiss in his palm. “I know how you feel—how Jack makes you feel—and that excites me. Knowing that you’re wet, and horny, and dreaming about sex makes me crazy. I walked in here and could smell you, and when I heard you raving about needing release my cock got so hard I thought I’d burst.”
He took my hand and placed it on the hard length of his cock where it strained to escape its confines and I groaned again, so overwhelmed by it all that I felt like I was going insane. “Feel what you do to me, Pet,” he groaned. Then Jack took my other hand and placed it against his cock, and for the first time I stroked its impressive length and felt it jump under my touch. “I’ve dreamed of feeling your hands on me—your body against mine—so many times, sweetheart,” he whispered, sliding his fingers up my thigh to tease under the open leg of my shorts. “Let us fulfill those dreams,” he said, spreading the wetness up and down the length of my slit.
Donovan dipped his head to my nipple, still sensitive from Jack’s treatment of them, and sucked it into the hot, dark confines of his mouth, sliding a hand up my other leg and adding his fingers to Jack’s as he teased me.
It was more than I could stand, and my knees buckled taking all three of us to the floor in a heap.
“Please,” was the only word I could utter, and then suddenly there was one finger, and then two, from two different hands plunging into my aching pussy. My wetness soaked their hands and my muscles clenched around the invading fingers, hungry, and sucking—begging for more.
Jack removed his hand from my shorts and I watched as he brought his glistening fingers to his mouth, sucking them hungrily, and I turned partially, crazed, lunging at his perfect mouth, wanting to taste him, wanting to taste myself on his lips. I crushed his lips under my own, and after his first shock passed, he claimed my mouth, plunging his tongue in deeply, teasing me, tugging my lower lip between his teeth. I whimpered my need and he did it again, conquering me with his kisses, and exploring the virgin territory of my mouth.
Donovan continued to stroke my body as I kissed Jack; he loved the frenetic quality of our movement. He took advantage of my position and eased my shorts down my bare legs, leaving me naked between their still fully clothed bodies.
I no longer cared about the words—I could be single, or dating, or easy, or a fucking nymphomaniac. Nothing mattered but the two men holding me and how they cared for me and wanted me and how I wanted them. They were my friends, and my lovers, and my midnight fantasies come to life. All I wanted was to have them consume me until nothing else existed and the world fell away.
I turned to Donovan and thrust my fingers into the hair at his nape, and in a moment of crazed bravery, I pulled him to me, crushing my bare breasts against his chest and looked into his eyes.
“I want you,” I said quietly, no other words needed, and then I kissed him with all the pent up passion within me, burning my desire into him so there could be no denying it. Donovan growled deep in his throat, his feral side emerging and he pulled me even closer. While still plundering my mou
th I felt him toeing off his shoes. Jack was removing his shirt, and a wave of dizziness washed over me as an image of the two of them, naked, branded itself into my brain.
Jack trailed kisses down my back, tracing paths lower and lower until he was gently biting the soft roundness of my ass. Every time I felt his teeth dig into my tender skin I felt an electric shock course through my body to my clit, triggering another wave of wetness in my pussy. Jack reached between my legs and played with the wetness, teasing me, taunting me, feeling the lips of my pussy clench as he would graze them but never fulfilling his promise by sliding them inside me. I had pulled my lips away from Donovan’s during one particularly suggestive stroke of Jack’s fingers and I was panting with desire.
“Easy, Pet,” he whispered as he guided me to my hands and knees so Jack would have better access to my pussy. “We have all the time in the world.”
I wanted to howl at him that I didn’t want to wait, that I wanted to come now but I couldn’t catch my breath enough to speak. I just arched my back and pushed my ass further towards Jack’s teasing hand, hoping upon hope that he would have mercy and fuck me with those beautiful fingers.
Suddenly I realized that Donovan had removed his shirt and was in the process of unzipping his pants and I knew that I had to get closer—I had to have his cock in my hands or in my mouth, somewhere!—and I had to have it now. I leaned as far forward as I could without losing all contact with Jack and nuzzled my head against Donovan’s crotch, burying my nose in the crease where his hip joined his thigh. Wordlessly he pulled his fatigues down and then slid them off, his cock bouncing heavily in front of me. It was dark with blood, engorged in his excitement, and I could see wetness spread across the head. I was drooling in anticipation, and pounced upon it unwilling to wait any longer.
I was still leaning on my hands so I shifted to where I could use just one for support and the other for more satisfying things. I wrapped my free hand around the base of Donovan’s cock and bobbed up and down his rigid shaft, sucking hard as I reached the head and then loosening the suction as I slid back down again. Donovan had both hands in my hair, guiding me up and down his cock, groaning as I pulled back, licked the tip like an ice cream, and then swallowed his length again.
I felt Jack shifting behind me but then I lost track, focusing only on the beautiful cock in front of me, until I felt his hands gently pushing my knees apart. I followed his direction, listening to him murmur his approval of my treatment of Donovan, and only jerked when I felt the tickle of his hair as it brushed against my inner thighs.
Jack had shifted us into the open space on the floor and had flipped onto his back, sliding his head between my knees. He grasped the backs of my knees and separated them until I was spread open above his face, his hungry tongue lapping at my pussy. The thought of those beautiful lips of his wrapped around my clit sent a shiver wracking through my body and a river of wetness flooding his face. He groaned and brought his hands up to frame my ass as he slowly parted my pussy lips with his thumbs. The cool air that teased my most secret parts enhanced the incredible sensation of being parted and I squirmed in pleasure. Jack took this as encouragement and latched onto my clit with such vigor that I was afraid it would hurt, but instead it just triggered a cascade of sensations that sped from one nerve ending to another, tightening every muscle in my body until they were screaming in need of release.
Jack took that moment to move one hand, pressing his well-slicked thumb against my asshole, the pressure adding incredible sensation to an already overwhelming experience and it was more than I could stand. Donovan pulled his cock from my mouth as my orgasm began, and he added his fingers on my breasts to the tidal wave of sensation that was overwhelming me, and my body exploded into a million pieces as my climax chased itself in dizzying circles, higher and higher until I almost screamed from the pleasure.
My legs were trembling and in a swift movement Jack had slid me down his body until he could simply hold me as I juddered and shuddered on top of him. I watched as Donovan stroked the length of his cock in his fist, his eyes running over us, noting the contrast in my white softness and Jack’s chiseled cinnamon skin.
Usually an orgasm like that would send me straight to sleep, but I had so much pent up frustration that as soon as it had passed all I could do was focus on the body beneath me. I slid up Jack’s length, enjoying the feel of him and sank my teeth into the muscle along the side of his neck where it joined his shoulder and I felt him quake beneath me.
“You’re amazing, Darcy,” he breathed, inhaling through his nose as he tried to control himself, but I didn’t want him in control and I bit him again. Jack loosed a moan and arched under me, pressing his hard cock into my stomach.
I wanted that cock, and I wanted it badly. I turned to Donovan and saw him watching us and it just spurred me on further. I caught Donovan’s eyes and grinned wickedly at him, and when he looked at me and nodded I lifted myself a little and caught Jack’s cock against my slick pussy lips, teasing both him and myself by sliding along its length. I stroked him again, and again, and as his breathing hitched in his throat I held my hips still. He looked at me wide-eyed and I could see tiny dark flecks in his emerald irises. His pupils were dilated and his breathing was shallow, and there was just the tiniest question on his face, as if he wondered why I stopped. When the look finally turned needy and he began to rock under me, I shifted again. The blunt tip of his cock was lodged against my opening and I paused just a second before dropping my hips, allowing its girth to split me wide, my slick lips closing around the narrower collar just below the head. The invasion drove the air from me and my muscles squeezed him tightly, hungry for more. I rocked gently, teasing us both, slicking his cock with my juices, until he grabbed my hips, and pulled me tightly against him.
The feeling was amazing. He was buried deep inside me, not moving, and I could feel the walls of my pussy randomly fluttering and tightening around him. I couldn’t stop it, couldn’t control it. It was wonderful, electric, and frustrating all at once. His fingers dug into my hips and prevented me from moving and when I growled my frustration at him he just laughed.
It was then that I realized Donovan was behind me. He pressed himself tightly against my back and whispered roughly in my ear, “Did you need that, Pet? Did you need a big hard cock in your hungry pussy?”
I gasped at his voice. I loved hearing him talk like that. During our night together he had shown a true talent for it. His breath was hot against my ear and his back scorched mine. He licked the ridge of my ear and kissed his way down my neck, his weight holding me impaled on Jack’s cock.
“You cannot imagine how amazing you look—you straddling Jack, your legs stretched wide, your ass in the air, both of you slick and your pussy filled to overflowing.” He bit the back of my neck and I felt the nerves tighten and I was unable to move. He slid his hands down my sides, stopping to pay attention to my breasts—cupping them, pinching them—and then further down until he splayed his hands around my waist.
Jack’s face was flushed below me, and I could tell that he was as turned on by Donovan’s actions as I was, adding his hands to Donovan’s as they trailed across my body. I could feel the heavy weight of Donovan’s cock lodged in the cleft of my ass and I wriggled a little to move him, but only succeeded in trapping him further between my cheeks.
I groaned inwardly as the image of him pressed against my asshole flooded my inner eye. I’d always shied away from that, but during our night together Donovan had introduced me to how intensely pleasurable it could be. I have to admit, even the taboo factor of it added to its appeal, and having Jack explore that area earlier had only inflamed my desire. Donovan was intoxicating, his weight a constant stimulus, and I couldn’t help but move against him.
Moving against him meant fucking myself even more on Jack’s glorious cock, and soon I didn’t know why I was wriggling, I just had to do it. Up and down and in tiny circles I rotated my hips against them, and when Donovan pulled away from m
e I thought that I would cry at the loss, but Jack thrust upwards at that moment and instead of crying out in loss, I was crying out in pleasure.
Donovan returned a few moments later and kneeled between Jack’s knees. He trailed a hot hand down my back until he reached the crack of my ass and then teased my rosebud with a fiery finger.
“Get up on your knees more, Pet,” he insisted as he pressed against that mysterious spot, “I want to see Jack’s cock as it slides in and out of your pussy,” and I couldn’t help but oblige, fucking Jack, and fucking myself, and hoping upon hope that it was a beautiful sight for the man behind me.
“Oh God, Darcy,” Jack groaned as I slid up and down his length, “Your body is a miracle,” and I kissed him, teasing him with my tongue, tugging with my teeth, loving the way he tasted, loving the feel of his cock in me.
“Yes it is, Pet,” Donovan echoed, and suddenly there was something new, as Donovan poured something slick along the crack of my ass, rubbing gently with his hand, and stopping to tease that spot again.
“Donovan,” I breathed, almost afraid of the sensation—it had been intense before, and I couldn’t imagine handling two of them—and he paused for a moment.