by K. C. Crowne
“Well,” I said with a shrug. “I guess there’s a lot you boys don’t know about me.”
“Evi-fuckin’-dently,” Travis drawled, sitting back and crossing his arms over his chest. “You ever done anything like that before?”
I shook my head. “Never once. Truth be told, all the sex I’ve had – and it hasn’t been much – has all been the vanilla sort. Part of the reason why something so crazy always has such an appeal to me.”
“But two guys?” Adam asked.
I nodded. “Yep.”
I was getting all hot and bothered thinking about it. Easy to picture it now – Travis in front of me, my lips wrapped around his cock as Adam drilled me from behind. I thought about the idea of the two men coming at the same time, spraying into me from both directions. The thought was enough to make me dizzy.
I hoped they were asking because they were interested, and not because they were teasing. The boys sipped their beers, and I got the sense they were into their drinks enough that they weren’t writing the idea off. But I didn’t want to push my luck.
“How about this,” I suggested. “We table the issue for now. I get us another pitcher, and we enjoy the rest of the night?”
“Sounds just fine,” Adam said. “Not gonna stop you.”
I smiled and got up, making my way to the bar for another pitcher. The conversation went well. The guys seemed more curious than anything. But that didn’t change the fact that it might’ve still been a hell of a bad idea. Sex with one guy was complicated enough, but two of them? And best friends? Not to mention that one of them was my new boss. What the hell was I thinking?
I returned with the beer and poured it into new frosted mugs. The conversation continued, and I changed the subject from what was on my mind to lighter matters. Travis talked a little about the ranch, how he and his brothers helped run the place along with their mama, who handled the cooking. Adam chatted a bit about his construction business, how he’d managed to build it from scratch when he’d returned from his tour of duty.
The guys were great – charming and funny, and solid company. Travis was the more outgoing of the two, for sure, as Adam tended to be a little more on the reserved side. They matched each other well, a good pair. It was easy to see why they’d managed to have a friendship for so long.
The next hour or so flew by, and before I knew it, the house lights were on, and the bartender announced last call.
“Holy shit,” Travis said. “That time already?”
“Looks that way,” Adam answered. He got up, a little unsteady on his feet. Travis laughed.
“Think you’re good on whiskey for now, bud.” Travis rose and did the same little stumble.
“You both look good on whiskey,” I said with a grin, feeling clearheaded. I’d been nursing the same beer for the last hour. “But bad for drivin’.”
“Nah,” Adam argued. “I’m fine.”
“No, you ain’t,” Travis disagreed. “Last thing either of us needs is a damn DUI, not to mention the other shit that could go wrong.”
“My apartment’s pretty close – close enough to walk. Why don’t you boys come stay a spell, sober up a bit before you head out. Maybe call a cab or somethin’.”
“Alright,” Travis agreed. “Fine with me if it’s fine with you.”
“Yeah,” Adam said. “Say…got any beer at your place?”
I laughed. “I do. But let’s see if you can manage the walk back before we start talkin’ about after-hours drinks.”
“Fine, fine. Then why don’t we get a move on?”
The boys settled the tabs, and we were off. The night was cool. The crowd scattered as they made their way to their cars. The three of us reached the sidewalk, and without thinking, I slipped my arms through both of theirs. Neither of them did anything to stop me.
We spent the ten-minute walk bullshitting about nothing in particular. We reached my humble apartment complex, which was nothing fancy – a little studio that was all the space I needed. Once inside, the boys dropped onto the couch, a little space between the two of them.
“Alright,” I said. “I think you’ve both earned a bottle of water.”
“Won’t say no to that,” Travis said, chuckling.
“Yeah, no booze for me, thanks.”
I grabbed three ice-cold bottles from the fridge, cracked them open, and slipped onto the couch between the two men. Being in the middle of them sent another thrill through my body. Wetness spread, soaking my panties through. I pressed my thighs together, trying to hold back the arousal building by the second.
“Uh, here we are,” Adam murmured. “The three of us.”
“The three of us,” Travis echoed.
Silence. I decided to push a little. After all, I’d already gotten the men to my place – what was the harm in seeing what might happen? I sipped my water and set it down before placing my free hand on Travis’s thigh.
“Now,” he said. “What’s goin’ on there?”
“I don’t know,” I said, flashing a coy smile. “Just feels nice to touch you.”
Travis seemed ready to take charge. He downed about half his water in one swig before setting it down and placing his hand on top of mine. “This might be a bad idea, darlin’. Might be a really bad idea.”
Adam watched, seemingly eager to see what was about to happen.
“What might be a bad idea?” I asked, ready to see if he would take charge. I inched my hand up his thigh, eventually reaching the hard end of his cock through his jeans. Whether or not his big head thought it was a good idea, his little head sure was clear about the subject.
“How about this?” I asked. “We kiss a little and see what happens? Don’t need to do a thing we don’t want to, right?” I reached over and put my hand on Adam’s leg. “And if you want to join in, well, I won’t stop you.”
Travis shook his head. “Can’t believe I’m about to do this.”
“Why don’t you try actually doin’ it, instead of talkin’ about it?”
Travis grinned like I’d laid out a challenge he was happy to accept. “Fine with me.”
He took off his hat, tossed it on the table, and leaned in. His lips fell onto mine, the rough beard on his face heaven against my skin. Holy hell, he tasted good – whiskey and pure, manly musk.
We kissed long and deep, his tongue passing my lips and moving against mine, our tongues flicking and playing together as our hands moved over each other’s bodies. I grabbed his cock through his jeans, and he let out a sexy little purr as I did.
I crawled onto him, spreading my legs over his lap and pressing the firm length of his cock against my pussy through my jeans. It felt like freaking heaven – all I wanted was to whip that thing out and see what this cowboy could do with it.
Travis placed his big hands on my tits, rubbing them through my shirt, my nipples hardening the second he touched them. I moaned through the kiss, continuing to grind against him, feeling myself get so wet I thought I might lose my mind.
They’d better be down for this, I thought. If I have to pull back now, I’ll go nuts.
Travis moved his touch from my breasts down along my belly, opening the snap buttons of my shirt and exposing my bare skin and the pink bra I wore underneath. I reached around and undid my bra as he slipped my shirt off my shoulders, and my breasts tumbled out. He locked his lips onto my nipples, lashing them with his tongue.
“Now,” he said, removing his mouth from my tits. “I want to kiss every inch of your body.”
His stern, commanding voice sent another thrill through my body. “Less talk,” I said. “More action, cowboy.”
He grinned and placed his hands on my hips once more and effortlessly lifted me, setting me down on my knees between his legs. I knew exactly what he wanted. I went to work on his big belt buckle and zipper, opening his jeans. Below he wore a pair of gray boxer-briefs, the fabric clinging to his trunk-like thighs. I reached down into his underwear and took hold of his cock, warm and stiff and pulsing. Th
en I pulled it out to see that it was as big and thick as I hoped it’d be.
I wrapped my lips around his head and licked him up and down. His cock tasted almost as good as his kiss. Almost. I glanced up, making solid eye contact as I moved my lips up and down his shaft. Travis wove his hand into my hair, gently guiding me down, down, until I finally managed to take his entire length into my throat.
He was in heaven, and so I was I. As I sucked him, his cock tunneling down my throat over and over, I glanced at Adam. He was watching, his hand on his own cock. Not a doubt in my mind he was turned on by the whole thing. The man was the more reserved of the two, and I decided to help him along. One hand wrapped around Travis’s cock, I reached over with the other and laid my fingers on his bulge.
Adam flicked his eyes to Travis as if waiting for the okay. But Travis was too focused on what I was doing to him. Adam quickly unclasped his jeans and yanked out his cock. It was long as hell, about the same girth as Travis’s, too.
“I think it’s his turn,” I said, giving Travis a wink.
I crawled over, positioning myself in front of Adam. He stared down at me, a wolfish look in his eyes. I started off stroking him, teasing him with my tongue, and getting him nice and hard. I sealed my lips around his girth, sucking on his head and feeling him turn to steel in my mouth.
“I’m getting a little lonely over here,” Travis complained.
My mouth full of Adam’s cock, I winked at Travis, grabbed his prick, and stroked him as I sucked his friend. One cock in my mouth, the other in my hand. And I was just getting started.
A minute or so into the blowjob, I was soaked through. I needed more, and I had two gorgeous men to give it to me. Adam, seeming to read my mind, reached down and slipped his hands under my shoulders, lifting me to my feet. He leaned in and kissed my belly as he undid my belt buckle and zipper. I helped him by pulling down my jeans and stepping out of my boots. Soon I was in nothing but a pink pair of boy shorts, the fabric between my thighs dripping wet.
I rolled my panties down my legs, letting them see the hair above my pussy, which was neatly trimmed. The two cocks in front of me pointed into the air, and I got to decide which I wanted inside me first.
I stepped over to Travis. He’d taken off his jeans and shitkickers, his hands moving down his buttons and opening up his shirt. God, his body was like a god’s – toned and tanned and gorgeous, his cock glistening from my work.
Adam rose and undressed as well. His body was just as stunning as his friend’s, though leaner and ropier. A tattoo of what looked like a military unit was on his right pec.
I straddled Travis, taking his cock and pointing it up toward my dripping pussy. Then down I went, his head splitting my lips as I moaned with pure pleasure. I impaled myself on him, all his inches feeling like total heaven as he entered me.
Once he was buried to the root inside me, I rose then lowered, pleasure pulsing through my body. Travis growled as he grasped my bouncing breasts, kneading them in his hands. As I rode him, I turned to Adam, reaching for his cock. He stepped over until his head grazed my mouth, and I quickly sealed my lips around him.
My wildest fantasy was coming true.
I bounced on Travis, grinding my hips into him as I worked Adam’s shaft. It took some coordination, but I soon had the rhythm down.
“You like that?” Adam asked from above. “You like having two cocks?”
“Mhmm.” I could barely speak through the pleasure.
Travis squeezed my ass, guiding me up and down on his dick. The sensation was overwhelming, and the first orgasm rocked through my body. I moaned, the sounds muffled by Adam’s cock down my throat. At the peak of the orgasm, I had to come up for air, continuing to stroke him as I caught my breath.
“Holy, holy shit,” I panted as I rode through the last waves of pleasure. I glanced up at Adam. “You want some of this, cowboy?”
He grinned as I raised off Travis’s cock. I didn’t get far before Adam had me by the hips, bending me over my bed and sticking my ass into the air. Travis didn’t need any instructions on what to do; he climbed onto the bed in front of me and positioned his cock right in front of my face.
Adam clasped my ass while I put my mouth on Travis’s cock and sucked like my life depended on it. I was ready to make both men come, the perfect end to my fantasy.
I felt Adam’s cock move against my lips for a moment before driving into me, my eyes rolling into the back of my head in pure delight. He took a handful of my hair and pulled it back just enough for that perfect blend of pain and pleasure to shoot through my body. Then he spanked my ass, the crisp sound echoing through the apartment.
I was full on both ends, and I could tell by the grunts from the men that they were ready to blow.
“Come on, boys,” I moaned, taking my mouth off Travis’s cock for a moment. “Come for me.”
“You first,” Adam growled.
I smiled, eager to accept. I pulled Travis’ cock into my mouth and kept sucking, another orgasm building and building until it finally exploded through me. Travis came at the same time, his thick cock pulsing in my mouth, his seed leaking down my throat. I swallowed it all quickly, eager to please but also to avoid the taste.
Adam was next, pushing into me and grabbing my ass hard before draining himself deep inside me right as the last traces of my second orgasm faded. I swallowed the last bits of Travis as Adam finished, his cock throbbing as my walls gripped him tight.
Together, we slowed. I collapsed forward onto Travis’s lap, curling up. Adam fell onto the bed next to us. Together, we were one big pile of sweat and afterglow.
I couldn’t believe it. My fantasy had come true. But as soon as we were done, exhaustion began to set in. My head on Travis’s thigh, I closed my eyes and was soon asleep.
What the next day would bring, I could only guess.
Travis
The first thing I was aware of the next morning was the hangover. Shit was like the mother of all construction sites right behind my eyes, TNT and all. I let out a low moan as I rolled over in bed, letting my hand drop onto my forehead like I was taking my damn temperature.
Second thing I noticed was I wasn’t in my bed. Third thing was who was there with me.
Fucking hell. Over to my right was the slender, naked body of Skye. She slept softly, the covers pulled up just below her tits, giving me a full view. My cock stood at attention, the little fucker not giving a shit about anything but the smoking hot girl next to me.
Adam was there too. And he was just as naked as Skye and me. Thankfully he was fully covered by the bedsheets.
As the events of the previous evening filled my pained brain, I frowned. “Motherfucker.” I said the word under my breath.
I’d done it. I’d screwed my new employee with my best fucking friend. Afterward, the three of us got nice and cozy, piling into Skye’s bed and sleeping comfortably like we’d done it a million times.
I rolled over and planted my feet on the floor, using what little strength I had to stand up and stagger to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water. I drained it and poured another, the low light of morning pouring in through the cheap blinds and making my headache even worse.
“Um…good morning.”
I glanced in the direction of the voice. It was Skye, her eyes sleepy, and the sheets pulled up to her neck. I turned my head and grimaced before saying, “Mornin’.”
Adam let out a ripping snore, still asleep. Silence passed and neither of us sure what to do or say. I was still naked as the day I was born, but I didn’t care. The girl had already seen all there was to see last night. But Skye fumbled around on the floor, grabbing a pair of sleeping shorts and pulling them over her legs. I spotted a sweatshirt draped over the back of one of the kitchen chairs and tossed it to her.
“You feelin’ alright?” she asked, her voice soft and sweet.
“Uh, what’re you referin’ to, exactly?” I asked. “The hangover? I’ve had worse.”
“Well
,” she said. “There’s…the other thing, too.”
I let out a dry laugh. “Sweetheart, I woke up two seconds ago. Haven’t exactly had time to process that shit.”
She nodded and got out of bed, coming over to where I stood. Her steps were uncertain, the confidence she’d had last night replaced by something else, something I couldn’t put my damn finger on. Did she regret what had happened?
“Coffee?”
“Yeah, that sounds real good.”
She brushed past me on the way to the coffeemaker, her scent drifting toward me. I hated to admit it, but the sight of her in the morning, her hair all mussed, and her legs looking fine in those shorts made me want round two before Adam woke up.
Seconds later, she had the coffeemaker going, the scent waking me up and pushing the headache back a touch.
“So,” she said. “You wanna talk about it now or later?”
I laughed. “Gettin’ right to it, huh?”
She shrugged. “Might as well. Unless you’d rather talk about it during my lunch break on Monday.” Skye smiled, looking unsure and making me keenly aware of the other little matter – that I’d done the one thing a boss wasn’t supposed to do with an employee.
“That ain’t gonna happen.” The color drained out of her face, and I quickly realized she must’ve thought that meant I was terminating her employment. “I mean, you still have the job, of course. But this” – I waved my hand around, referring to the events of last night – “this was a one-time thing.”
She bit her bottom lip, nodding. “I mean, I figured that much.”
“You figured right.”
The coffeemaker percolated, the black liquid pooling at the bottom of the pitcher. It let out a sharp hiss, the noise loud enough to get Adam moving over in the bed.
“Holy hell. My fuckin’ head.” He ran his hand through his blonde hair, sitting up and opening his eyes. He shot his gaze to Skye and me. He pressed his lips together before saying, “Oh yeah.”
I glanced down, remembering I was still buck-ass naked. Skye beat me to it, grabbing my boxers and jeans. I hurriedly put them on as Adam rolled out of bed and did the same.