by Ryan Ramsay
But they can’t. We can’t.
I breathe heavier as each hand skirts higher to reach its summit. I open my thighs a little wider. My men receive the message.
God, I feel risqué tonight, maybe because of the sound of the diners laughing, chatting behind me, unaware that this is a date and not a business meeting as it was recorded when they made the reservation.
Maybe it’s because of the static feel of their hands peeling across my skin, hoping to cajole and lure my clit out. Maybe, just maybe, it could be the darkness before my eyes, hitting the farthest horizon close to the dancing moon, where the waves crash and calm before a mighty sky, under the gaze of falling, and watching, stars.
Chapter 13
Richard
I don’t know what I want anymore.
Everything feels so fucking confusing. I suppose it started when we were in the hidden maze in Mia’s mansion.
I knew I wanted to find the prize. I knew I wanted to win and to take Amy’s virginity. But after seeing her and Chad fuck, something stirred in me.
It was white hot, far beneath my inner desires, higher than a resonance. One could almost say it was a calling, a pitch of voices reaching out from some pit of my mind, reminding me of a time I was free.
A time, long ago, when I opened myself up to the idea of belonging. I was with Edith back then. In her I had found the love of my life. Or at least I thought I had. It turned out not to be fucking case for her.
The money never satisfied her. The lifestyle didn’t, either. I should have seen what was coming, I suppose.
I was in a meeting with a few buyers from Canada who were interested in the dividend payouts to their investments in my company. It was hot. I was tired. That morning I had fucked Edith sore and left her sleeping. My back ached, and eventually I had to cut the meeting short.
I got in my car and mapped my way home slowly. I stopped and picked up a few burgers from her favorite place along the way, even. I parked a few blocks from the apartment complex, so that I could surprise her with my early return.
Like a teenager filled with surging hormones, I tiptoed my way to the apartment. The door was unlocked, which wasn’t uncommon. The building was the safest I could ever build.
Once I entered, I saw her bra here. Her panties there. The sound of her laughing to some funny You-Tube videos or something of the sort. I hid the bag behind my back and leaned at the door to our bedroom.
I heard two voices.
One was male, of course.
That’s usually how these things go, but it didn’t seem like such an obvious cliché to me at the time. It felt like my life. It was my life, and it had come crashing down that day.
I knocked.
Even though I wanted to punch through the fucking door.
And then I said my piece to the surprised eyes on the other side of it, and I left, for good.
Maybe I deserved it. I think I did. Perhaps it’s why I stumbled into heavy drinking.
Nevertheless, Chad got me through. He was the friend I needed, even though Matt never saw it that way. I wish he would see that I never intended to take his college roommate, his best friend, away from him. But I guess he never will. He always held some resentment towards me for that.
And here we now are. In love with the same woman, at the same time. In a way, it’s pretty damn ironic.
What else is strange is that I’m starting to think I could do it again. To love again. That thing I thought I would never be able to do. And it feels even better this time – more real, more pure.
I think it’s the way Amy smiles at me that rekindles that hope. The hope that I can be a better man. And when she looks at me the way she does now, under the buzz of a thousand fireflies tingling and chatting in the lanterns above our heads, before a plate of ravioli and a glass of wine, I feel special. I feel like she knows who I am, my past, and accepts me anyway.
And that gives me courage: that faint desire that stomps into a sound that is like a beating drum in my heart; the fire that gives men brazen skill and zeal to do the most stupid things; the burning light that skittles across the plains of the heart, through the paths of the arm, and stops short, pulsing, at the tips of a finger so close to her wet pussy. That courage, no alcohol can summon. No.
And the way she smiles at me, winking cheekily as she bites into her fork, licking the tip as she goes, is a sign of good, no, better, things to come.
Coming here to this restaurant in Panama was Matt’s idea, since he owns it, which of course was his way to outshine Chad and me. Even now he smiles smugly from across the table at her, no doubt relishing in the fact that he is in her mental space.
Little does he know that my hand is so close to his rightful prize, right under his nose. It’s so sinful, so savage, that it gives me joy to be here, at this table of lovers. My erection, hidden under the table, is enough proof of that.
Amy tightens a muscle in her thigh and lets out a sigh from the corner of her mouth, so low and quiet that I don’t think the other two could hear it.
Permission.
Good.
I oblige.
She drops her hand slightly at the intrusion and looks straight on to Matt.
What is this, some secret we have that she doesn’t want to tell him?
I like it.
I push my finger in and squeeze her already wet clit with my open thumb.
Something else is here.
Amy stutters.
I turn.
Chad winks at her, then turns to me.
It’s his finger.
Fuck.
“Um, Chad, do you mind telling me what the fuck you’re doing eating rice with a spoon?”
“What?”
Confusion is key. His finger pauses. I gain deeper entry.
“Your spoon. Dude! Rice. Goes. With. A. Fork! Didn’t they teach you that in art school?”
“You went to art school?” asks Amy, slightly pitched.
Chad is back. He’s onto my attempted diversion.
Amy parts her legs wider, allowing room.
“I did.” He turns. “What the fuck, man? I can eat my rice the way I want to.”
“Yeah he can,” says Matt. “What the heck, Dick?”
“All I’m saying is that it disrespects the whole idea of fine dining. I mean, look at this place! Look at you. You don’t think someone will notice and post this online?”
It’s almost impossible, maintaining a straight face. Amy’s pussy just got tighter. I can feel Chad’s knuckles brush against mine. Together, then, is how it’s going to be.
“Dick, you’re not making any sense. Try some more wine and calm the hell down, will you?” Matt says, sipping his wine and almost going back to his meal.
But it’s too late. He sees. He can see her face. He can see both of our hands below the table. His eyes furrow. His lips press together.
His fork and glass land on the table calmly, whereby he looks at Amy, straight in the eyes, right when her clit raps one for the money, and says her name.
“Amy—”
She drops everything in her fingers and grabs ahold of the table edge, moaning out quietly, feverishly. I can see her neck pop a vein. From an innocent bystander’s view, she is having a simple case of cramps. As if she ate something a bit bad, or as if she took a drink that went down the wrong windpipe.
But I know the truth. Chad and I have just made her cum, and gloriously so.
Amy catches her breath. I slide out of her and get back to my meal, licking my fingers as I go. Chad forgets his fork and digs right into his rice with his hands. I chuckle.
Matt is clearly furious.
“Really, guys? Why? Why do I always get sloppy— oh?”
Amy never forgets to give as much as she gets. It’s one of the things I love about her.
I can feel her legs extended only to Matt’s angle and can only guess where her foot is. I put my napkin down and place my hands on my thighs.
“No. Just Matt. You get to wat
ch. Both of you get to watch,” she adds, with emphasis to Chad, who was clearly ready to dive right in again. As was I.
Matt has his arms under the table, stretching out ever so far to get to her. Lucky for him he’s only a few inches away. Chad and I quietly sip our wine. I savor the taste and watch as Amy moans a little louder with Matt’s fingers in her. I can’t stand it, I’m so jealous.
But I patiently sit there and watch, just like Amy instructed. She’s right, too – it’s only fair. It’s Matt’s turn. Even if he didn’t have the foresight to take what he wanted first, as Chad and I did.
A waiter passes by and I whoosh him off. He clearly notices what we’re up to—
I’m not sure how anyone looking closely could miss it at this point— and the look of surprise on his face is worth every orgasm Amy gets. She knocks on the under-wood with her knee. Her lips crunch and release soft exhales; soft enough to be masked by the sound of the ocean just outside the restaurant, which sits close to the shore.
The wine is sour, sweet, simple, elegant and whole. I swish it in my mouth as another orgasm approaches Amy, and I take a long wallowed swallow as she grabs onto my arm, and then Chad’s, for support. Her skin trembles. Her bones shake.
He takes his whole hand and licks it front to back, slurping the white cunt juice down, right in our faces. Damn. He made her cum a lot. Does he have to be so competitive?
Amy smiles and giddy-ups her torso back to her normal sitting position in the chair. I notice that she keeps her legs apart, but slyly shakes her head. No more till we’re done, she’s silently saying.
What a tease. But I love it.
I love everything about her.
We eat in silence, warm smiles and startled taste buds soothing the magical night away.
Chapter 14
Matt
“It’s a beautiful moon tonight,” Amy whispers.
“Just like this moment,” I whisper back.
“You know,” she pauses as a swath of foam tickles her foot, “you all know who I am. But I haven’t got much to go on when it comes to the three men who fuck me to submission.”
She laughs.
“What? I thought we were getting close already,” I protest.
“Not that much. I haven’t yet come to your homes.”
“You’re the one who says to wait. Hotel rooms and online chats.”
I take a pause and watch the white highlight on a passing boat, close to thirty yards away. She has mentioned not wanting to get too close too quickly. I know this is a strange arrangement, but I’ve been yearning to take what we have further, as I know the other two have as well.
“Has something changed?”
She kicks at some sand and looks back. The boys are still at the hotel foyer, watching, hands in their pockets. Distress on their faces. They better stay that way. It’s my time with her.
“Are they okay with this?” Amy asks.
I turn to her.
She points back and forth at her torso and mine.
“Won’t they get jealous?”
“And that’s how you put the question out, huh?” she asks.
She smiles and hugs my jacket closer to her sides.
“No. They won’t get jealous,” I say.
“How sure are you?”
“Well,” I start, “in the game, they enjoyed you at first without winning. And just now, they made you cum before I knew anything was happening.”
A warm draft bathes my bare calves. I loosen the hold on the shoes that are in my hand.
“And I have no idea whether they’ve been coming to see you without my knowledge.”
“Ah,” she says quietly.
Does she see it yet?
Does she feel my selfishness with her?
“I can assure you that I’ve only seen you all at the same time. No one has had more special treatment that you, Matt.”
“Now that’s an exaggeration.”
“Is it? I don’t chat with anyone longer than you. I always kiss you the longest. And I do get to sleep on your chest more. Haven’t you noticed?”
I laugh quietly and hold her hand. She tightens her grip on mine.
We walk farther up the coast, farther away from the lights, closer to an empty space of warm sand and broken down boats. The only light around us is that from the glowing moon, the symbol of budding romance.
“I just want a few moments with you, Amy. Maybe I’m the one who’s jealous.”
She smirks, as if conceding that that’s probably true.
“Maybe I’m selfish. Who cares! Can’t I just get to be with the woman I fucking fell in love with on the day she wore my heart on her sleeves?”
She turns to me, her mouth slightly open.
“You’re in love with me?”
A wave crashes behind me.
The moon illuminates her face, and, fuck, do I feel weak, watching her eyes widen in surprise.
“I do. And Chad does too. And so does Dick. We love you Amy. We just can’t say it to you yet, knowing how odd and fast this may be for you and how you’ve wanted to take things slow. But we are. We really, truly are in love with you, Amy.”
She inhales and I watch as her chest rises and falls, her eyes welling up.
“It’s true, baby girl.”
Amy jumps a bit at a sound from behind. I don’t. Richard shows up from the shadows, hands in pockets, no shoes on, and with the realest smile I have ever seen on him.
“We all love you,” he says.
Chad walks next by Richard’s side. His arms are bare, owing to his folded sleeves. He’s wearing no shoes as well.
“What is this, guys?” she asks, with tears falling down her soft skin.
Just as we discussed when she excused herself to go to the bathroom half an hour ago, we kneel before her.
“We come before you, Amy, to ask you not to share us, here, in this moment, on this beach in Panama, but to have us one after the other. We wish to show you just how much we love you Amy. If,” I pause, swallowing a hot lump of anxiety, fingers uneasy, “if you’ll have us.”
She falls to her knees in tears, reaching out to me. I grab her before she plummets into the sand, and make her lips meet mine.
She is soft, warm, in my arms, in my hands. My fingers reach into her hair and stroke the remnants of a girl lost, now found.
She moans into me, digging her limbs into my clothes and taking them apart. The rustle of static clings across my legs as her dress seamlessly falls to the pulpy sand. I sling my jacket underneath her bare back and crash my body on hers. Her eyes. God her eyes…
“Won’t we get in trouble with the cops?” she asks meekly.
I laugh. “I’ll pay them off. Don’t worry.”
“And you guys are alright with this, one after the other?” she asks, gazing upon Chad and Dick.
They stand still like pillars of the Coliseum, protecting the emperor’s gold. They gradually nod and slowly take their clothes off.
“We want to each take our turns savoring you and making you feel good,” I tell her.
I turn to her and listen. I listen to the sound of my cock gaining smoldering entry into her. I listen to the sounds of water spraying and splashing on my back. I listen to the sound of her breathing. She widens her legs and holds my neck between her forearms.
“Make me remember,” she says. “Make my ribs remember your weight.”
“I will. I love you, Amy.”
“I love you,” she says, and I couldn’t be a happier man right now if I tried.
I tighten my ass and thrust once, pushing my big, hard cock into her wet and willing pussy.
“Ah!” she screams. “Yes. Just like that, Matt.”
The wet, warm hold she has on my cock compares to nothing else in this world. Her lips mesh into mine as we exchange wet fluids, steamy passions and piercing nails into each others’ flesh.
“Fuck!” I exclaim.
Her nail just dug into the cleft of my asshole.
But I don�
�t even care. It’s fucking worth it.
“God, you feel amazing, Amy.”
“Deeper, Matt. Fuck me deeper.”
Her finger plunges into my ass. My balls tighten.
“Kiss me,” I urge, and hold her curvy, voluptuous ass cheeks by the palms of my hands.
She moans into my mouth as my balls slide and slap at the flaps of her juicy cunt. It tightens and holds onto me. I squeeze her ass and lift her up.
“Oh!” she gasps, as her ample C-cup breasts swing to the side and her ass slams into my pelvis.
“Matt! Oh, Matt. God. Yes. Fuck me there. Right there. Oh God, yes!”
I grab onto her ass again and thread through her like needle through fabric. Over and over and over again, until her hands grab my arms tight and scratch deep, begging me to stop because her nerve endings are so sensitive that they’re on fire.
But I can’t. I can’t stop. Not when I’m this close to breaking her, to making her mine under the sky and the eyes of my friends.
“Matt, I’m cumming,” she says, as she gushes wetness all over my cock.
“Me too.”
My cock is pulsing. Throbbing. Shooting its cum.
“Kiss me,” she asks me.
“No.”
“Please kiss me.”
“No, Amy. Not this time.”
She enjoys the little role play here and there. When I tease her like this, and won’t do as she says, because I’m in charge. My denial to her requests is sometimes her euphoria.
I twist her nipple between my finger and my thumb, and slam her balls first. Her cunt tightens, and I watch her as she squirts streams of cum onto my pubes and my chest.
“Ooooh! Aaah!” she squeals, as I also continue to let go.
“Fuck, Amy. Oh…mmh…ah…” My mouth is dry.
I fall into her waiting arms and hug her. Our lips meet and tongues cancel each others’ teasing from earlier.
She is mine.
I am hers.
“Wow,” says Chad, startling me.
I let Amy’s pink lips go. They were both too quiet; I almost forgot they were standing right next to us, almost forgot our pact.