by Voss, Deja
I take my time alternating back and forth between stroking one in my hand and sucking off the other, the most depraved and dirty act of my entire life, my pussy throbbing harder as their moans escalate.
“You look so fucking gorgeous right now,” Red groans as I take him deeper and deeper into my throat. “Our little cock hungry slut.”
He pulls out of my mouth and I catch my breath, wiping the tears from my eyes.
“I think we should take this to the bedroom,” Tank says, helping me up off the floor. “I don’t need you to show me what kind of woman you are.” He swats my bare ass with the palm of his hand, hard enough to make me jump. “I can see by the way that pussy is dripping down your leg you’re the kind of woman who needs a good hard fuck.”
I’m so turned on right now, I nearly sprint to the bedroom. Sure, Tank has always been nice in bed, he definitely knows how to make me cum, but I like this little surge of confidence I’m seeing right now.
I hop on the bed, and bend over on all fours, ready to take them in any way they see fit, desperate to feel them both inside of me.
Tank slides the bottom of my body suit aside, and I can feel their eyes on my wetness.
“Holy fuck, she’s dripping,” Red says, I feel his finger slide inside my needy pussy, then another, fucking me in and out as I buck my hips into him. As he slips in a third, I mewl in ecstasy, feeling my insides being stretched.
I barely notice, out of the corner of my eye, Tank pulling a bottle of lube out of the nightstand. My body begins to quiver, anticipating what is going to come next.
As I feel the cold liquid trickle down my ass crack, I jump.
“Relax,” Red whispers, sending chills down my spine. “You’re going to love it, and you know it.” I do know it. I crave it. Deep down, this is something I’ve always dreamed of, and as Tank circles his finger around my tightest hole while Red continues working his fingers in and out of my dripping pussy, I dig my toes into the bed.
Red slides his finger in and I feel my legs begin to quiver.
“She’s so fucking tight,” Tank growls. He slowly moves his finger in and out, every nerve ending inside of me on fire.
“Give her another one,” Red says. “She’s about to cum.”
As he slides another finger inside my ass, stretching my hole wider, I let out a moan that is like nothing I’ve heard from my mouth before in my life. It feels so fucking good, the two of them expertly taking my body with their hands, as if they know me better than I know myself.
“I’m cumming,” I groan, my insides contracting hard enough that I worry I’m going to break their hands.
“I know,” Red says, kissing me on the hip. “You’re such a good girl, you love having both your holes filled, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I squeal, feeling like I’m bound to black out. Tank keeps pressing in and out of my ass, faster and faster. “Tank,” I beg. “Don’t stop.”
“Oh babe,” he says sweetly, “you think you’re ready for the real thing?”
My heart races. I’m in the throes of the hugest orgasm of my life, and right now they could ask me if I wanted thrown off a cliff and I’d probably agree.
They help me out of my lingerie, my body still trembling from the orgasm, from the thoughts racing through my mind, from the way that I can hardly breathe. Their hands all over my body, mouths kissing my skin, it just enhances the feelings. I don’t have to do anything, I just let the two of them do what they do best.
Red slides underneath me, kissing my lips, stroking my face. I can feel his erection grazing my thigh, and I reach down to line him up with my desperately dripping pussy. I take him in slowly, savoring every inch of his perfect cock stretching my insides to the max. His mouth travels to my breasts, swirling his tongue around my nipples and pulling them into sensitive hardened peaks as I grind up and down on him.
“You look so pretty riding that cock, girl,” Tank groans. I watch him over my shoulder, licking my lips as he strokes his dick. I reach out for him with an intense lust to feel both of these men use my body for their pleasure.
Tank runs his fingers through my hair, pulling it out of my face as he presses his dick to my lips. “Take it,” he whispers, staring down at me. “You know you’ve been craving this since the day we brought you home.”
I can’t hold my moans. I dig my fingernails into the back of his strong firm thighs as he works his dick in and out of my mouth, Red gripping my hips tight and pulling me up and down on his shaft, stretching my insides. My moans turn to screams as Tank reaches around and slides his finger back into my ass, pressing up against my walls, my insides fuller than they’ve ever felt before.
“Fuck me,” I plead. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“You’re such a good girl,” Red says. He holds me upright on his cock while he reaches for my throbbing clit, circling with his finger in that expert way that holds me right on the edge of climax. “You know this is going to hurt a little bit, but you like that, don’t you, beautiful?”
“Yes,” I whisper. He kisses me passionately on the lips, pressing my clit harder and harder, but it doesn’t serve as any distraction to the feeling of the head of Tank’s cock as it begins to stretch my hole.
I scream into his mouth, my body completely confused by the sensations tearing through it. It feels so good, so dirty, so amazing, but on the same hand, I feel like I’m going to be torn in two.
“You ok?” Tank asks, running his hand up and down my back.
“Don’t stop,” I plead.
“Just relax, babe,” Red urges, smiling up at me. It’s kind of hard to do when I know if he were to move his finger a millimeter to the left, I’d be cumming all over again.
Tank inches his cock slowly inside me, my muscles stretching to accommodate him, and pleasure washes over my body. I knew I had craved this for some reason, but it wasn’t until this exact moment that I realized why. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life, and as he begins to slowly saw in and out of me, as I begin to relax and embrace the feeling of being completely stuffed, I feel my toes curl and I throw my head back.
“Atta girl,” Red says with a wink, pressing his thumb into my clit, finally letting me have everything I was desperately craving. Esther was wrong; cumming with two cocks inside of you isn’t like Thanksgiving dinner, it’s like every damn holiday of your entire life wrapped up into thirty seconds of bliss.
And I want it every day. All day. I don’t want this feeling to ever end.
They are both sawing in and out of me, Red steadying me from the front, and Tank wrapping his arms around my waist, holding me upright as he plows me deeper and deeper. All I can do is hang here like a rag doll, muttering words that don’t make sense and cumming over and over again. I feel like I’ve lost complete control over my body.
I definitely don’t have a thought in my mind, my brain just melting into a cock drunk puddle of goo.
“You’re going to make me cum,” Tank says with a grunt, pressing his lips into my back as I feel him bottom out deep inside me. Red pumps faster and faster, pulling me down on his dick, my insides desperately milking both of them, squeezing them tighter and tighter.
The warmth of their jizz feels me as their moans escalate. I writhe on top of them, craving their skin against mine.
“You’re perfect, Olive,” Tank whispers in my ear, pulling my mouth to his for a kiss. Red hugs me tight to his body, our chests pressed together as we come down.
“Remind me again why we didn’t do this sooner,” I say with a giggle, closing my eyes, completely exhausted.
“We have the rest of our lives to do this,” Red reminds me. I roll off of him and lay flat on my back on the bed, a huge smile stretched across my face.
“You guys are going to have to finish making dinner,” I laugh. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk anytime soon.”
“You just relax, Olive. I think we can figure it out,” Tank says, kissing me on the forehead. “I love you.”
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br /> “I love you, too, Olive,” Red teases, “but not as much as I love pot roast.” He pinches my nipple playfully.
“Hey!” I whine. “You haven’t had my pot roast yet. I promise it’s extra terrible. I know I can’t compete with a piece of meat, so I made sure I stacked the odds in my favor.”
“I’m gonna go hop in the shower,” Tank says, pressing his lips to mine.
Red spoons up next to me, hugging me tight to his body like a prized teddy bear, and I close my eyes, completely spent and on the verge of passing out.
“So are you going to be mad if I go try and salvage dinner?” he asks the minute I feel myself drift off.
“Boy, you have a one-track mind,” I laugh. “Go salvage that shit. I’m starving.”
20
I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders as we sit around the table eating dinner together. I did not, in fact, destroy dinner; actually, we’re all pretty impressed with how my pot roast turned out.
It feels good just relaxing with these two in our natural environment, joking around and talking about our day. It feels almost like before we started this arrangement, on one hand, the casual way we all just get along. On the other hand, now that we’ve officially sealed the deal, I feel like we are closer than we’ve ever been before. I feel like a couple. I feel like we are dating. I think back to some of the actual fucked-up relationships I’ve been in, and the reality is, the only reason why this is fucked-up is because the numbers are different. Everything else is perfect.
“I just want you two to know that I am madly in love with you,” I say out of nowhere. I can feel myself blushing, but I don’t want to stop. “I’ve never been this happy before. I didn’t realize how unhappy I was making myself, denying my feelings for you two, or avoiding you altogether. I’m really the luckiest girl in the world.”
I stand up from the dinner table and begin to collect plates and rinse them for the dishwasher.
“You know we’re crazy about you, Olive,” Red says, filling up a plastic container with leftovers. “I would really be a lot happier if you’d think about moving in, though.” He runs his hand up and down my back and stares at me like I’m acting crazy.
“I don’t understand why, Red. I am here all the time. I only live like five minutes away. I have more clothes than either of you can fit in your closet, and I really like my place. Why do I need to move in to make you happy? We’ve been together less than a month. What’s your hurry?”
He looks dejected by my stance on the whole situation. I’d never want to hurt his feelings, but he’s got to at least give me a good reason before I even consider uprooting a life that’s made me happy and comfortable for so long.
“Olive, you don’t have to move in if you don’t want to,” Tank says. “Our arrangement right now is perfectly fine. I think what Red’s trying to say is that he’s all in, and he just wants to make sure you know it. We talked to the guys about it last night, even.”
“You did?” I ask. I really didn’t know when or how we were going to broach that subject, and I am kind of happy they did it for me. It was hard enough telling my girlfriends, let alone thinking about explaining it to my employer.
“I want to take care of you, Olive. I don’t want you to have to worry about paying rent or fixing stuff in your place if it breaks or mowing your lawn. I want to give you a good and comfortable life,” Red says. “I just don’t understand why you are so reluctant.”
“Do you really think I mow my own lawn and fix broken stuff?” I laugh. “I thought that was what prospects were for.” I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss him on the shoulder. “I’m not reluctant, Red. I’m just a fan of letting things have the space to grow. I’m not going anywhere. We have the rest of our lives ahead of us like you said. Plus, I fucking hate moving,” I tease.
“You two have the rest of your lives ahead of you. Every day of my life is borrowed time,” he says, pulling away from me.
“Red, are you sick? Is something wrong?” I ask. If he has some sort of terminal illness nobody has ever told me, and he definitely doesn’t appear to be a man who’s about to die.
“I’m not sick. I’m just realistic about who I am and what could happen to me. Between the club and the fighting and my criminal record, I don’t know how long I’m going to be around. I have to live every day like I’m dying. And if it’s going to be my last day on this earth, I want to know that you have a roof over your head in a house that’s paid for and someone to look after you.”
“Babe, do you know how morbid that is?” I ask. “Maybe that’s how you had to live your life in the past, but now you have two people who care about you more than anything in the world. We won’t let you slip.”
I feel awful and overwhelmed at the same time. I’ve never had anyone worry about my well-being before, especially not my future. I squeeze his hand in mine.
“If anything does happen to you, we’re going to be here to take care of you. That’s how this is going to work. I’m not just some little helpless thing who can’t take care of herself. I’ve been doing it my whole life now. And Tank is the smartest and most responsible man I know. This is not a burden you should be carrying.”
He hugs me tight to his body. I know he’s not crying, but I also know I got through to him.
“No more of this live like you’re dying shit,” I tell him. “And if you really want, I will stay here more days than I don’t. I still need Mondays and Wednesdays to myself, though.”
“Why?” he asks.
“Because I feel like it. It’s a girl thing. Sometimes I just want to paint my toenails and watch TV and wax my lady parts in privacy. You all don’t need to see what happens every second of my life.”
“I assumed you were just naturally hairless,” he shrugs with a laugh.
“Yeah, I’m about as naturally hairless as my tits are real,” I giggle. “And if you really want a peek behind the curtain, I also poop.”
“No you don’t,” Red says.
“Only on Mondays and Wednesdays,” I tell him. “And did you even ask Tank if he’s ok with me moving in or were you just going to drop this on him like a surprise puppy?”
“Olive, I would marry you tomorrow if it wouldn’t overshadow Gavin’s wedding. You can move in right now if you want. Hell, I’ll burn all of Red’s clothes so you have the closet space you need.”
“Don’t burn all his clothes,” I say. I realize I’m wearing his sweatpants and Tank’s t-shirt like some kind of ragamuffin. Apparently, they really aren’t in it for pretty perfect put together Olive. Maybe moving in with them a couple days a week would be kind of fun. It’d be nice not to have to try and pack an overnight bag with everything I need every time I come over here. I prefer my own sweatpants and ratty t-shirts.
We spend the rest of the night just lounging around, watching TV, and passing around a joint. When it’s time for bed, Red takes me into his room and slides me out of my clothes. We curl up next to each other under the covers, his arm draped over me possessively.
“Are you ok?” I whisper as he starts to drift off.
“I’m great,” he says. “This is great.”
“I mean what you said earlier. Do you know something that I don’t know? Is something bad about to happen?”
“Probably,” he says with a sigh. “Isn’t that the way things always work for me?”
“Not anymore,” I say, kissing his hand. “Things are going to change, I promise.”
21
Tank:
Red’s back to the gym today, Olive’s back to work tonight, and I just finished up a bike I’ve been working on in the shop for the last three months. This thing has been a real bitch, but it’s also one of my best restoration projects to date. Finding parts for a 1930s Indian Chief is like looking for a needle in a haystack, and piecing them together in a way that doesn’t look and function like total garbage has been one of the hardest jobs I’ve ever taken on. I have been working on this thing in between jobs f
or paying customers, kind of a little passion project, but there’s a lot of money in flipping this sucker.
I had it hit with a slick bright red paint job with the classic Indian logo on the side. This thing is loud as fuck and slick as shit, and I’m going to need at least a few weeks to play with it before I decide whether or not to sell it.
My dad’s going to flip when he sees this thing. He was definitely less than thrilled when I dropped out of college to take an apprenticeship as a mechanic in a bike shop, but with my busted ACL and football out of the question, school just didn’t appeal to me anymore. Now that I have my own shop, he’s come around, and I know he’ll be as proud of this bike as I am.
The guys in the club are going to go apeshit, too. Sure, our main rides are built for speed and stamina, but we all have a soft spot for collecting classics for rallies or afternoon cruises.
I pull into Ollie’s driveway, hoping she’ll let me take her for a ride before she has to go in to the bar tonight. As much fun as we’ve been having, it hit me today that I haven’t really taken her on a proper date yet.
Before I can walk up on the front porch, she’s got the door open. She kisses me on the lips.
“This is a pleasant surprise,” she says. “I didn’t think I’d see you until later.”
“Are you busy?” I ask.
“Not really, I just got out of the shower and I’m taking my happy ass time getting ready for work. I was just about to make myself some dinner. You want to come in for a toaster strudel?”
This girl makes me smile. “How about I do you one better? Let’s go to the diner and get some real waffles. I need to put some miles on this new bike, make sure everything is running right.”
She walks out into the driveway in her bare feet.