by Jade West
And then Rick pinned me, his inked arms holding me to the bed while he flicked his tongue up my throat, and I let out a pleasurable moan.
“Get a fucking room, kids,” Carl said, and the husk in his tone gave me shivers. I watched him unpack his case, a couple of dark shirts and a black pair of jeans, a pair of shorts I really couldn’t imagine him wearing, and some boxers, folded up neatly. He looked at Rick and then he unpacked some more, and my thighs felt like jelly strings as he lined up a load of sex toys on the dressing table. Dildos and plugs and a big bottle of lube. I tried to play it cool, relaxing at Rick’s side as though I wasn’t absolutely shitting myself. Carl loosened his cuffs, rolled his sleeves up as though he was about to get stuck into manual labour, and I nearly did shit myself.
He must have seen my expression, as he smirked.
“Later,” he said.
Rick turned my face to his, and he was smiling. “Chill,” he said. “You’ll enjoy it. I promise.”
My throat felt too dry to even risk replying, and I couldn’t think of the words to say if I’d wanted to.
“We’re wasting the day in here,” Carl said. “Let’s go. Sunshine calling.”
I kicked off my pumps and swapped them for sandals, and headed to the bathroom to swap my jeans for cut-off shorts, tossing my hair for a bit of extra volume before I was ready to don my pink shades and head outside. The day was warm and bright, and it chased my reservations away. We took a table on the beachfront for lunch, and we drank fruity cocktails while Rick talked about the string of old family holidays he’d been on as a child.
One of four kids, he said, loads of fun. Well-to-do parents with loads of money and an easy demeanour. It was easy to see why he was so confident.
“I was the cool one.” He grinned. “Bit of a joker.”
I could believe that.
He finished up his stories and looked between us both, waiting for one of us to pick up the baton and share our own tales. When Carl looked away I figured it was my turn.
“Mum took me away when she could,” I said. “Those crappy little budget caravan breaks in the school holidays, where the food is nothing but value burgers and the pool is a higher percentage of child piss than it is water. It was on the edge of Bognor Regis, a total shithole. Loved it, all the same.”
I couldn’t imagine either of those two knowing what I meant, but Carl surprised me.
“I went once, same park. Only holiday I ever had, just for a couple of days. Best time of my childhood.”
“Only holiday?” I asked.
He nodded. “They didn’t really have the budget to take us kids away, not from the hostel.”
“The hostel?” The question was out of my mouth before I thought, and Rick put his hand on mine, squeezed.
“Ice cream,” he said. “I think it’s time for ice cream on the beach.”
I could take a hint. “Sure,” I said. “Sounds a great idea.”
We walked slowly, and I threaded my fingers with Rick’s as he threaded his with Carl’s, and it felt nice here, absorbed by the crowd of other unusual parties, colourful people in colourful clothes, gay and straight and everything in between.
“You mentioned your mother,” Carl said. “What about your father?”
“I don’t have a dad,” I replied in a beat. “My dad is nothing but a blank space on my birth certificate.”
“Sorry,” he said.
“Don’t be,” I said. “I’m not.”
He looked at me over Rick’s shoulder, and his eyes were so green in the sunlight. “I don’t have a dad, either,” he said. “Not one that matters. People should learn to keep it in their fucking pants if they’re not man enough to step up to the plate.”
We agreed on something, that was for sure.
“And now I feel like the odd one out,” Rick laughed.
“You are the odd one out,” Carl smirked. “Always.”
“Whatever.” Rick grinned, wrapped his arms around our waists and pulled us in tight, so tight that the scent of Carl knocked into me when he did, and he was dark and deep and smelled like leather on skin. “I’m the glue that holds this shit together.”
“Not tonight,” Carl said, and his tone dried my throat once again. “Tonight it will be Katie holding us together.” He smiled and it kicked up my heartrate. “Quite literally.”
Literally. I pictured the lube on the dressing table, the rope-like veins in Carl’s huge meaty dick, and wondered if I’d actually be able to take just him, never mind both of them. Oh fucking fuck.
Carl ordered his ice cream first. “Strawberry and chocolate,” he said. “Always a winning combination.” He took his cone and I could have combusted when he licked it, his eyes fierce on mine.
He was challenging me, challenging me to break and run. But no. No fucking chance.
I leaned into the counter and tried to look cool. “Double scoop strawberry,” I said. “Got to love a double serving.” I took a lick. “Yummy.” I winked at Carl and he actually smiled.
“Clever,” Rick said, “then I guess I’ll have the banana split, with chocolate sauce… and plenty of nuts,” he added.
Carl laughed, slapped him on the back, and his grin when he looked at me was a grin I’d never seen before. I’d held up to the pressure, I could see it in Carl’s eyes. Just a flash of admiration, or acceptance. I don’t really know what it was, but it thrilled me.
Sun and cocktails and ice cream and a quick change of clothes, and we were out again, grooving to the beat at Club Wave, a dance bar on the beach, with loud tunes and disco lights, and dry ice and drag queens. I was covered in black sequins, a backless dress that barely covered my ass and sparkled under the lights, twirling in heels with a pink glitter nail polish on my toes. And there was Rick, in a tight white tee, his hipster jeans showing off the v of his hips as he danced at my side with glow-bands around his wrists. Rick had moves. He pumped the air and he twirled, whooping as the bass picked up. Rick was hot, and alive, and free.
He pressed to my side, a hand on my waist, claiming me as his lips tickled my bare shoulder, and I wanted it. I wanted to be his.
The track changed, and it was one I knew, one I liked. I jumped on the spot, cocktail confident and ready to party, then slung my arms around Rick’s neck as he picked me up, spun me in his arms, only to drop me at Carl’s feet. The heat of Carl’s body sent shivers up my back. I tossed him a look over my shoulder, and he stepped closer, so close, the wall of his chest pressing against my bare skin.
He snaked his hand around my waist as Rick pressed into the front of me, and I moved with them, sandwiched between two firm bodies, Rick’s thigh between mine as he took hold of my hips and rocked to the beat. I stretched up my arms, and tipped my head back, and Rick’s lips landed on my collarbone, tickled me. Here we go. But I was ready, confident in my sparkly clothes, confident with the glow of alcohol in my belly. My outstretched arms reached back for Carl, my fingers finding the back of his neck and tangling in his hair. His hair was smooth, and soft, his skin warm.
His hand on my waist moved upwards, slowly, his fingers splayed against my ribs, and I sucked in breath as his fingertips reached the swell of my breast. Rick’s tongue bar felt so nice against the tenderness of my throat, and I smiled, angling my head back on Carl’s shoulder as he squeezed at my tit.
Yes.
His crotch pressed to the small of my back, and he felt even bigger there, a solid pole of hot fucking dick. The feel of him made me squirm, and I turned my face towards his, grinding my ass back at him.
Kiss me.
I was nervous, under the alcohol. Nervous enough that my tummy was a fluttery mess. The nerves lessened as Rick’s thigh pressed hard to my pussy, his hips rocking enough to feel just right.
I looked at Carl, his face so chiselled under the disco lighting, so at odds with the glitter and sparkle of this place.
Kiss me.
My eyes fluttered, then closed, my lips parted as Rick sucked at my neck, and then there wa
s a ghost of stubble, Carl’s cheek against mine before he landed his lips at the corner of my mouth. I felt his fingers in my hair and he angled me further, eyes dark as he hovered, his lips just a whisper from mine.
Kiss me, just fucking kiss me.
And he did kiss me. His lips were hard, yet soft, demanding, yet teasing. His tongue was strong, pushing between my lips to hunt mine down, and we danced there, in my mouth, and we hit the same beat.
Hot breath, and hot hands, and Rick’s tense fucking thigh against my clit, and I squirmed, and writhed, my hands busy between two hot guys, two firm bodies, two soft heads of hair. My mouth busy between two hot mouths, two needy tongues, two men growing more insistent with every ragged breath. I coaxed Carl tighter to my back, circling my hips to tease his cock, and he thrust and ground and hitched me up against him, the length of him pressing into the crack of my ass as Rick pressed himself against my pussy.
Sandwiched. Pinned hard between two dicks. Two hard cocks straining to be inside me, and I wanted it. I wanted them.
My fingers became braver, ghosting Carl’s cheek as my body accustomed itself to the bulk of him. He still intimidated me, his steel still giving me shivers in the deep, dark depths of me, but I was coming to know him. And I was coming to like what I knew.
I focused back on our surroundings, on the hustle of bodies dancing all around us, and nobody was giving us a second glance, too caught up in their own groove. Men kissing men, men kissing women, women kissing women, a whole roomful of people feeling the beat and the heat and the promise of sex in the air. Rick’s beard tickled my shoulder, and I smiled.
Yes. Yes, I could do this.
I wanted to do this.
I tipped Rick’s face up and pressed my lips to his and I was smiling, and then I coaxed Carl forward, my hand around his neck, pulling him forward as I guided Rick back. Their lips met over my shoulder, and I liked it, I really liked it. Carl’s mouth opened first, and I watched so closely, loving the way his tongue pressed to Rick’s. I moved my pussy against Rick’s thigh and I watched them make out, guiding Rick’s hand to my tits to squeeze at me, pull at me, make me fucking tingle.
And then they looked at me, both of them, looked at me with their lips still glistening from their kiss, and their eyes were hungry and hooded, their gaze pointed.
I closed my eyes as two hot mouths came for mine, unsure of which tongue was whose as they tangled with mine. It was wet and messy and totally uncontrolled, disorienting me enough that I didn’t know whose hand was on my tits, or which guy was pinching my nipple until I wriggled.
I wasn’t sure whose fingers slipped between my legs and found my clit. Whose fingers slipped their way inside my thong and found me wet and desperate. Whose fingers slipped inside me and thrust to the beat of the music until I was panting against their open mouths and hissing out curses. “Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes.”
“Dirty girl,” Carl rasped. “I love a girl with a filthy mouth.”
I wrapped my arms around their shoulders, and I smiled my way through the butterflies in my belly.
“This dirty girl is ready for bed,” I said. I looked at them, both of them, their eyes glinting hot under the party lights, and I knew what I wanted. “This dirty little girl is… ready.”
As ready as I’d ever be.
Chapter Nine
Katie
Ready. Yes. Ready.
And yet I felt so nervous. More than nervous. Scared.
Scared and excited. A strange combination. I guessed like a parachute jump, or swimming with sharks. Or taking that big fucking fence on a horse that was playing up. I always took the fence. I could take this, too. These two.
Carl slipped the key card in the door and held it open, and I stepped past him with a deep breath. The urge for crappy small talk bubbled up in me as the door clicked shut behind the guys, but there was nothing to say. Nice evening. Phew, what a club. Who fancies a cuppa? Lovely cup of tea, always good before my pussy gets torn open, I find. I’d be stalling, and for what? Two pairs of eyes were hungry, scoping me out in the quiet of the room, and it made me tingle from my tits to my toes.
They stood, shoulder to shoulder, waiting for my move, and they were gorgeous. Both of them were gorgeous.
I kicked my heels aside and my feet were grateful. My dress was easy to take down, it slipped smoothly from my shoulders, baring my breasts, and Rick smiled as I wriggled it down over my hips. Carl didn’t smile, but he nodded, just a little. Just enough. My dress dropped to the floor and I stepped out from the fabric, making sure to keep my shoulders back and tits proud, portraying a confidence that wasn’t entirely genuine.
“Nice,” Rick said. “She’s a picture, isn’t she, Carl?”
And Carl surprised me. Took my breath away.
“Beautiful,” he said. And he meant it. I could see it in his eyes.
He thought I was beautiful. Not just hot, or cute, or pretty. Beautiful. My tummy fluttered as I hooked my fingers inside my thong and slid it down, and I was wet already, the lace damp against my thighs.
Naked, and excited, and scared, and completely unsure of what to do next, so I made for the obvious choice, climbing up onto the bed and kneeling at the top, thighs spread wide enough that the air felt cool against my wet pussy.
It was the right move. Carl and Rick came closer, then gave each other a look. A smile. Rick pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it to the side, and Carl unbuttoned his shirt, slowly. I was spoiled, unsure where to look, flicking my eyes between the two as they dropped their jeans in unison. Rick’s tattoos were divine, his abs tight and lean, and his cock, his cock was awesome. I was falling for Rick, and it was crazy, I got that feeling as I looked at him, that aching lurch of want. And there was Carl. Huge and ripped and so perfectly defined.
The guy was more than just a guy. He was imposing, and intimidating, and hot. Crazily, scarily hot. I dared to look at his cock, and my throat felt dry, but I smiled.
He’d fit. They’d fit. Surely. Definitely. Hopefully. I mean, you can push a whole fucking baby out of that hole, right?
Right?
But that hole felt like it had closed up tight, battened down the hatches and called a time out. My muscles were stiff, and tense, thrumming with nerves, and still my clit buzzed, wanting. I guess it didn’t get the same memo as the rest of me.
I brushed my hair from my shoulders, gave a little shimmy, aiming for porn star but most likely falling well short, and then I beckoned them forward, invited them up.
And they came. Both of them. Climbing onto the bed and heading straight for me, two crazy hot guys with fire in their eyes, stalking me on all fours. I fought the urge to giggle, adrenaline making me giddy, but as they rose to their knees in front of me I didn’t want to giggle at all. My tentative fingers reached out, coming to rest on two solid chests, and I stared at the path I made, brushing over two sets of abs. I’d landed lucky with these two. Really lucky.
Their cocks were both impressive side by side. Rick’s Prince Albert was thick, a heavy ring that glinted in the lamplight. I took hold of his shaft, enjoying my first real look at him, and there were more. Two barbell piercings through the bottom of his shaft by his balls, and fuck they looked good. Carl’s cock was darker, thicker, the veins so much more pronounced. My fingers looked so tiny as I took him in hand, gripping tight around his shaft, straining to enclose him, and falling well short.
I worked my hands in sync, up and down slowly, teasing two dicks like it was the most regular thing in the world, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I didn’t want to tear my eyes away. Rick groaned, and Carl rested a hand on my shoulder, and it encouraged me, gave me the confidence to work them harder, solid strokes, all the way up and down, and my fingers urged them to move, guided them closer until they shifted, hip to hip, shuffling until they were close enough that I could press their dicks against each other, shaft to shaft, and they grunted, and moved their hips, cocks rubbing, thrusting, and I held them, gripped them, stared so ha
rd at the girth of those two swollen heads that my tummy tensed.
They were so fucking big.
Oh fuck.
Rick’s fingers brushed my cheek. “That’s good,” he said. “That’s so fucking good.”
Carl’s grip tightened on my shoulder, hips thrusting, and I could feel his eyes on me, burning me. Gently he pushed me backwards, and my heart pounded. “Lie down,” he said. “On your back.”
I tried to swallow but my throat was dry, and I couldn’t take my eyes from those dicks, trying to imagine the both of them pushing inside. My clit thumped, but my nerves were wired. I looked up at them, looked between them, trying my best to smile confidently and pretend this was no big deal. But it was a big deal.
I pulled my hands away and they were jittery. I tried to hide them, but Carl took my wrist, held my hand up in his and watched as it trembled.
“You’re shaking.”
I closed my eyes and pictured us on the beach front, happy and laughing and having fun. I knew these guys, not completely, but enough. Enough to like them, enough to be honest.
“I’m so nervous,” I said, and my voice was raspy.
I was expecting Rick to be the one to calm me, but Carl was first. He raised my fingers to his lips and he kissed them. My tummy churned and it was a good churn. His eyes were fierce, but they were genuine.
“Relax,” he said. “No pressure, no rushing. I promise you’ll be just fine.”
“More than fine,” Rick added, and he was smiling. A dirty smile that brought out his dimples and set me on fire. “Trust me, we’ll make this feel real fucking good.”
I met their eyes, back and forth, and there was warmth there. It calmed me, enough that the shakes eased off. I took a breath.
“Do you want to do this, Katie?” Carl asked. “Forget the money, and the fact that we’re naked with a dressing table full of dildos. Do you really want this?”
My answer was clear, even through the nerves.
“Yes,” I said. “I want this. It’s just last minute jitters.” I smiled, took a breath. “I really want this. I promise.”