by Huss, JA
“Why do we want to leave paradise?” Valor asks.
And then the hitch and the panic are both gone and all I can think about is his question. “I don’t think I do, Valor. That’s what I was coming to talk to you about.” I look around. Take it all in. Throw up my hands and whisper, “We’d be insane to leave this place. We have everything here.”
“And what we don’t have, we can make,” he adds.
“So…”
“Do I want to stay? Is that what you’re asking me?”
I nod.
He takes three steps forward and stops. We are so close I can hear his heart beating. Our eyes are locked. Matched in height. His body is hard and tinted gold from all the endless days he’s spent in this world.
And then he’s kissing me. Not a small, scared kiss, either. His hand goes behind my neck, like he’s afraid I’ll back away and he’s letting me know that’s not an option.
But I don’t back away. I kiss him back. As soon as I do that he eases his body forward so his cock touches mine.
I breathe into his kiss. And then his hand is tugging on me and my hand is wrapped around his shaft, and we’re jerking each other.
Lost in paradise.
I don’t even know how long we do this. I’ve never been jerked off by a man before, so it feels new, and exciting, and taboo. And then I’m coming in his hand and he’s laughing at me. Still kissing me, but laughing too.
I bow my head and bump it against his face. “Sorry,” I mumble. “You just…”
And I don’t know what to say. You just feel so good? I’m just not used to this? I got carried away?
All of that. I want to say all of that.
But before I get the chance Brigit says, “Can I join you?”
And when I turn my head I see her.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - BRIGIT
From zero to two in one point five billion years.
At least that’s how it feels.
All this time I’ve been locked up in here with no one. Then I get a real best friend who never leaves and then the love of my life comes back. And now… I find them here together.
I dreamed about this. I had hoped—I’d even go so far as to say I prayed—for this. If there is a sun or a god to pray to, this is what I’d have asked for.
Ever since Valor showed up I’ve been having a fantasy. One that looks suspiciously like this moment right here. But I’m not a dreamer. I’ve been disappointed far too many times to dream about things.
And then I saw them at the waterfall. Valor wet from swimming. Tray dry, except for the places that Valor had been touching him.
Just like this. I saw them in my forbidden dream.
I saw them kiss. I saw them jerk each other’s cocks. I heard their heavy breathing and felt the emotion behind their heavy-hooded violet eyes.
Not one, but two. Just for me.
All of it. I saw all of it in my perfect fantasy.
Only this isn’t a fantasy. It’s not real, but it’s real enough. I’m not controlling Tray or Valor. They are their own minds. They did this, not me.
Tray has been watching me for the few moments I’ve been watching them. “You want to join in?” he asks, just to make sure he heard me correctly.
“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t,” I say, trying to be cool about this. But inside my heart is beating fast with… what exactly? Anticipation? Surprise? Longing? Lust?
Tray is still jerking on Valor’s cock. I was watching behind the boulder so I know Tray came. But even if I hadn’t been watching, I’d still know because both of Tray’s cocks are hard and thick. So thick Valor’s hand barely fits around them. He’s still jerking Tray too. And I can tell that Valor’s palm is slick with come by the way his fingertips slip in and out of view with ease.
I walk forward towards them and when I’m close enough I slide my fingertips down the large muscle of Tray’s upper arm. I feel his shudder and he closes his eyes.
But when I drop to my knees in front of Valor and wrap my hand around Tray’s hand, still jerking on Valor, Tray opens his eyes to smile at me.
“He needs to catch up,” I say, slowly sliding our hands up and down Valor’s single cock. “He’s behind.”
Tray looks at me with total lust.
He’s never been shy about sex. He’s never at a loss for words when it comes to telling me what he wants. He’s looked at me with such desire before, I could feel violence inside him. That’s how hard he wanted to fuck me.
This is that, times a million.
He grabs my hair and wraps it around his fist, pushes my face towards Valor’s cock and whispers, “Put him in your mouth. Suck him ’til he comes.”
I close my eyes. Just one beat. Smile on the inside and then on the outside.
I do as I’m told.
I open my mouth wide.
Akeelian cocks are no joke. They are huge. I mean, I don’t have much experience with small dicks because I’ve only ever been with Tray. But I saw plenty of naked men in my old virtual world and their cocks never looked anything like Tray’s.
Maybe he’s embellishing because this is a virtual. And I guess Valor could be embellishing too, but… it doesn’t matter. This is the only reality I know.
My only point is—Valor’s cock is so big it chokes me before it even reaches my throat.
“That’s it,” Tray encourages. “Take him as deep as you can, Brigit. He loves it. Look at him. Look up at his eyes.”
I do. I can’t wait to follow this order. Because I want to look. I want to see him moan when he comes.
Valor is looking at me the same way Tray was just looking at me.
With lust.
He’s breathing erratically and I take that as a sign to keep going. Tray’s hand covers mine and we both jerk and tug on Valor’s dick as I attempt to swallow him whole, my lips sealed against the skin of his shaft.
I want Valor to touch me. He’s got one hand on Tray’s shoulder, gripping it hard so the flesh around Valor’s fingers blanches white.
Valor’s other hand is on his head. Grabbing a fistful of his own hair. Like his mind is being blown instead of his dick. Like he might need to hold on to it.
I smile around his cock and he closes his eyes for a long blink before smiling back.
“Come,” Tray says, speaking to Valor. “I want to see that second cock of yours. Pull it out for me. Choke her with it.”
I don’t know if these two have had sex before, but I get the feeling this is their first time. Because Valor responds to Tray the way Tray did a few minutes earlier.
Surprise. Concern. Then acceptance. Like this is something wholly new. And it’s not just me that makes this sexual experience exotic.
It’s them.
“Come in her mouth, dude. I want to see your come drip down her chin.”
Hell, that even turns me on. My fingers slide down my belly and I begin playing with my clit. I don’t take my eyes off Valor, and even though he looks like he wants to close his very badly and just enjoy this experience, his eyes are locked on mine too.
I suck him. I flatten my tongue along his shaft and pull back, creating suction. And Tray, still fisting my hair, pushes me forward again until his cock fills up my throat and I am gagging on his dick and gasping for air.
Valor sucks in a deep breath and lets his head fall back.
Hot, salty come floods into my mouth and down my throat. I choke, trying to pull away—knowing better, because Tray has a thing for choking. Any and all kinds of choking, especially on come—and he holds me in place. Keeps me on task. Reminds me of my mission.
Which is to swallow.
So I do. And I can feel Valor’s cock as the muscles of my throat ride up and down on it like a wave.
“Fuck,” Valor says, dropping to his knees. “Fuuuuuuck.” His dick slips out of my mouth and I swipe the back of my hand across my lips to wipe away the spit and semen.
Then I look up at Tray.
He’s grinning. And he’s holding out his h
and like he wants me to take it.
I do. Of course. I wouldn’t refuse Tray anything.
He helps me up and starts walking to the nearby pool of water.
“Hey!” Valor calls. I look over my shoulder and find him still on his knees. “Where are you going?”
“Join us when you’re ready,” Tray calls back. “We’ll be right over here.”
He leads me onto the shore, then into the water. It’s cool, but not cold. Refreshing is the exact right word to describe it. There are just a few gentle ripples leftover from the thundering, powerful waterfall on the other side of the pool. They break apart when they hit my stomach and shoot off, even more gentle, in another direction. We wade in up to our waists. Small red fish flit and dart across the white-sand bottom, stirring up a little bit of silt with their quick motion.
A gold one shimmies across the top of my foot, tickling me, and I laugh out the words, “Where are we going?”
“Right here,” Tray says, tugging me over to a flat rock in the middle of the pool. When we get there he spins me around, picks me up, and plops my ass on the cold, smooth rock.
I’m pretty sure this rock wasn’t here before. No, I’m positive it wasn’t here before. So Tray is reshaping my world.
My heart stutters in delight at this thought. That now we’re both in control and every moment from now will be a surprise. I will never know what’s coming and neither will he. Anything could happen now.
We have no rules anymore.
There’s no café. There’s no garden. There’s no fake people.
Just us three.
And we’re all real.
When I’m sitting I realize I’m at the perfect height. The rock sits just high enough out of the water so that the ripples of water splash gently across the top of my knees.
He grabs my thighs, slides me forward, and opens my legs.
He grins at me.
A sexy, evil, I’m-gonna-fuck-you-hard-now grin.
When he eases into my open legs his cocks skim along the water, pointing at my pussy.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, Brigit. And my friend Valor is gonna watch. And then I’m gonna let him fuck you too.” He leans forward, one cock slipping into my pussy, and grabs my chin with his thumb and forefinger. Shakes it a little. His eyes are bright and drilling into mine, right to the heart of my soul. Like he’s warning me of something. Like maybe I need to think about this before I agree.
I get hot for that. I don’t need to think about it.
I nod my permission and Tray has never needed words as consent, so he just says, “Last chance.”
“I love you,” I say. “And I trust you.”
He exhales like he was holding his breath. And that rigidness inside him that almost never wavers, wavers. He frowns a little. And for a moment I think he’s going to tell me something like… Maybe you shouldn’t.
And I don’t know if he’s telling me not to love him. Or not to trust him.
But it doesn’t really matter. Even if I could choose not to trust or love him, I wouldn’t want those choices.
It’s me and him forever, no matter what. I’m on his side. Whatever side that ends up being has no bearing on where I belong and who I belong with.
Movement out of the corner of my eye makes me turn my head. Valor is slowly wading into the water, his fingertips skimming along the top, his eyes not on me. On Tray. But he doesn’t approach us. He sits down on another, smaller flat rock nearby. His knees bend and his legs open, like his feet are resting on some shelf on the side of the rock, hidden below the surface. The sun is at his back, lighting up the rounded edges of his muscular shoulders with a golden glow. His hair catches the light too, highlighted and sparkling with the subtle movements of his head so that he looks transparent and spectral. Almost… angelic.
“Look at me, Brigit.”
Tray’s grip on my chin refocuses my attention on him. And I can’t help but compare the two men. Tray is as dark and forbidding as Valor is light and approachable. Night and day. Stars and sun.
I belong with Tray. I know this. Anyone who sees us can immediately tell we are a team. That this is just the way it is. If there ever comes a time when I have to choose, I would not hesitate.
But my eyes are drawn to Valor.
“Look at me,” Tray insists again.
I do. And I smile.
He smiles back. Tray has an evil smile but I like it. I know there’s something wrong inside him. But I hold that wrongness inside me too. We are evenly matched in that way.
The tip of his first cock is inside me. Just barely past the entrance of my pussy. And when I look down into the clear, perfect water, my pussy lips are wrapped around the bottom edge of his fat head.
“You’re not very focused today,” Tray says. “Eyes going everywhere but where I want them.”
I huff a little, glance at Valor, who now has both of his cocks in his hand, jerking them in a slow, easy rhythm, then up at Tray. “I can’t help it,” I whisper. “I think this is the best day of my life and I need to take it all in. I want to burn it into my mind so I never, ever forget this moment.”
“The best moments are yet to come, Brigit.” Then he leans down and kisses my mouth, still gripping my chin just a little too tight. Like he’s forcing me. But he’s not, of course. I love the way he asserts his dominance.
“Put all of me inside you,” he says, pulling out of the kiss.
I bite my lip to stop a smile and nod my head. Then I reach between my legs, grab his second cock and push it up against the first one.
I close my eyes as I force him past the entrance of my pussy. Not just because it’s tight and the muscles and skin are stretching to accommodate the double girth, but because it feels so good.
His hips ease forward, helping me as I spread my legs wide and just like when he fucks my ass, there’s some initial resistance. But then… then he’s fully inside me and all the pressure comes to some sort of equilibrium. He lets go of my chin and now he reaches around me, grabs my ass, and scoots me closer to the edge of the rock so he can bury his dicks deep inside me.
I tip my head up so I can watch his face. I love the way he grits his teeth and clenches his jaw when we fuck.
“Now you can look at Valor,” Tray says, starting a slow rhythm with his hips. “Don’t take your eyes off him.”
I look at Valor as he jerks off. Both cocks in his hand. I wish he was closer. I want him closer. I want both of them inside me. I’m not even sure that’s possible, but I’m up for trying.
I want him to know that he’s still my best friend. That I didn’t forget all the moments we’ve spent together waiting for Tray to come find us. That I’m his too, in another way. Different than how I belong to Tray.
“Tell him what you’re thinking,” Tray says. “Say it.”
“Come fuck me,” I say immediately and without hesitation.
“No,” Tray says, breathing heavy as his hips move faster and his movements become more forceful. “No, that’s not what you’re thinking. Tell him what you’re really thinking.”
For a moment I’m confused. That was what I was thinking. But then I realize Tray’s right. That wasn’t all of it.
“Come fuck us,” I say.
Tray’s mouth finds my neck. He nips my earlobe and says, “Yes,” very softly. Very slowly. Dragging the word out just a little too long. Like there’s desire hidden in that word. His desire for his friend. Because it’s something, maybe, that he needed me to say for him.
That turns me on for some reason. The fire of desire inside me ignites like an explosion and burns hotter.
Valor is already wading through the water to join us. Like the only thing missing from this day was my invitation.
Tray’s hands reach down and cup my ass. He lifts me off the rock, turns around, and sits back down where I just was. He’s still inside me, both heads of his cocks swollen now, so there’s no chance of slippage. Only one way for this to end now. A double shot of Akeelian come sp
urting deep inside me.
He leans back on the rock so he’s lying flat and I go with him. His arms are tight, leaving no room for discussion about why he’s doing this and what’s about to happen.
Valor’s hand rubs my ass cheek. It’s slick with water and then he smacks it. A loud, cracking smack that surprises me more than it hurts, and makes me squeal.
His hands splay my ass cheeks wide and then, just like Tray did earlier, he licks me.
I almost come right then and there. Two cocks inside me, one mouth on my ass. My pussy is throbbing so hard, I feel the need to touch it. To place pressure on it because the pleasure is so intense, I can’t stand it.
I wriggle in Tray’s arms, but he holds on to me tight. “Be still, Brigit. Let Valor enter you.”
I take deep breaths. Deep, sucking breaths trying to calm myself down.
Valor has stopped licking me and now his cock is pressing at the entrance of my tight puckered ass.
He massages it with his finger. Everything is wet now. The water is still gently lapping up against our bodies, over my knees and in the space between Tray’s cocks and my pussy like a soft, soothing massage that helps me relax.
Valor takes advantage of my single moment of relaxation and then I gasp when his cock forces its way into my ass. Three cocks inside me now.
Valor hooks his arm around my neck, pressing the crook of his elbow into my throat. Tray lets go of me, so Valor is in charge. He pulls me up off of Tray’s stomach, the pressure from his arm hard enough to choke. I meet Tray’s eyes and find them smiling. He likes this. He likes the rough sex. And I like it too, so seeing him smile makes my pussy throb even more.
I don’t know if I can take any more pleasure. My whole body is shaking from the built-up sexual excitement, my legs trembling so hard, Tray starts whispering, “Relax, Brig. You’re OK.”
I believe him. I’m better than OK. I’m amazing. And even though I crave the relief that will flood my body when this is over, I never want it to end.
Tray sits up, and now I’m sandwiched between them. His arms wraps around my waist and he lifts me up just a little, his two swollen cock-heads tugging on my skin inside me, reminding me that this isn’t going to end until he says it does.