“Well,” I spoke with a shrug, “I guess I’ll go get myself some water—” Now that I was butt-ass naked, I knew getting water was the last thing I’d do, but I started to head to the kitchen all the same.
“I don’t think so,” Kent growled out, grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me back. The hard-on he’d lost on the drive back here was steadily returning, and with a fast glimpse to Ace and Brock I saw they were much the same. Being a little rough—which was exactly what I’d come to expect from Kent—he pushed me back to the couch, and I sent him a mock glare. “What do you two think we should do to our lovely Opal?”
Ace and Brock were not as into the dirty talk and dominance as Kent was, that much was clear on their faces, but neither one of them looked as if they were going to back out. This was going to happen, and I was literally going to get my mind blown and my brains fucked.
Because Ace wasn’t into the dirty talk, he didn’t say anything; he simply moved toward me, leaning over me on the couch as his mouth found mine. Fingers weaving through my hair, pulling my body against his and suffocating me with his need, his desire. When his lips left mine, I was panting, but I wasn’t able to catch my breath before Brock sat beside me and yanked me onto his lap, kissing me in much the same fashion.
Oh, dear. Oh, boy. Oh…oh, my God. This was really about to happen.
I was so stinking excited for this it was unreal.
For the longest time, I split my time between kissing Brock and kissing Ace. Both sported pressing erections now, and it seemed like Kent was content to watch, for now. My lips were on Ace’s, feeling his slight stubble graze my jaw, when I clawed at his clothes, wordlessly telling him to take them off. Right now I was the only naked one; it definitely couldn’t stay that way.
Ace’s breath was ragged when his mouth left mine, and he hurried to pull off his shirt, revealing his tattoo. My eyes ate up his form, his lean muscles, and I bit my bottom lip as I watched him take off the rest of it. A mouth found its way to my shoulder as I watched Ace; Brock’s mouth, pressing against the crook of my neck and making me shiver. He sat behind me on the couch, his hands roaming along me, finding my breasts and tweaking my nipples.
My gut twisted in the best of ways, and I let out a fluttery sigh as Brock released me into Ace’s hold, murmuring, “My turn.” His turn to take off his clothes. His turn to get naked.
Ace’s arms wrapped around me like a protective cocoon, and I leaned into Ace, running my hands all along his body. I stroked his cock, making him moan, running my hand along it gently at first before gripping it hard and giving it a pump.
“I think,” Kent spoke from his position near the wall, “our Opal should get on her hands and knees, don’t you?” He was speaking to Brock and Ace, but both Brock and Ace looked like they were too lost for words. Lost in me.
I was lost for words too, if I was honest. My brain and my body were on overload, but there was no way I was going to stop this now, so I did the only thing I could: I crawled off the couch and sunk to my hands and knees.
Brock was behind me, while Ace was in front of me. I stared at Ace’s hard length, at the vein bulging on its side. There was something so sensual about veins, I didn’t know why. I leaned forward, pressing my lips against his tip. He’d have to get on his knees himself though if he wanted that thing in my mouth comfortably.
Fortunately, I didn’t have to beg him. Ace knew enough to sink to his knees in front of me, weave his fingers in my hair, and bring my mouth back to his cock. My lips parted, and he pushed himself in, inch by inch until my mouth and my throat was full of him, my saliva coating his cock and making him moan.
“Good,” Kent said, further instructing, “now Brock, I assume you know what to do. If not, I can always take your place—”
The threat of taking Brock’s place behind me was all Brock needed to hear to kick it into overdrive. Brock grabbed my ass, spreading my cheeks apart. I was practically dripping wet, ready for him, my core aching to be as full as my mouth was. I felt his tip press against my slick entrance, and if I didn’t have a mouth full of cock, I would’ve sighed out a content sigh once his long length was inside of me.
“She looks so good between you two,” Kent spoke appreciatively, moving closer. Neither Brock nor Ace were moving quite yet, which let him run a hand down my spine. “Now, I think you two know what to do.” He got up and moved against the wall again, working to undo the buttons on his shirt as he watched Brock and Ace fuck me.
Brock was the first one to move; Brock set the pace. He was the one who dictated how fast my mouth bobbed along Ace’s cock, even though Ace’s hand was fisted in my hair. Every time Brock drew back, I also drew back along his cock. That was, until Ace’s hips began to move of their own accord, until I was being fucked by both men, one in front of me, one behind me.
Quite frankly, it was one of the best feelings I’d ever had in my life. Pleasing two men at once, I wanted to stretch my body to its limit, push it until it could go no more. I couldn’t even stop and wonder what else Kent wanted to do, but I knew once he fully entered the picture, we would turn into a mess of hot, sweaty limbs.
Ace’s body began to tremble, shuddering in that familiar way. Kent must’ve noticed it too, for he ordered, “Don’t you dare pull out of her. Make her swallow every last drop and then lick you clean.”
As my body flushed with heat at Kent’s erotic words, Ace did as his brother instructed. His thrusts in my throat became quick and erratic, and I tasted the first bit of cum the moment he threw his head back and let out a low moan. I did as Kent said, swallowing him up, every last drop, and as Ace slowly pulled out of my mouth, I did my best to get him clean.
Once Ace moved, I saw that Kent was now naked. His clothes were in a neatly-folded pile on the floor, of course, but they were forgotten the moment I laid eyes on his monster of a cock. Definitely the biggest, and I couldn’t help but shudder the moment I imagined taking him in the mouth while Brock fucked me from behind. For Brock’s credit, he was going at me slowly, probably to prolong it.
“Hold up,” Kent told Brock, and Brock’s grip on my waist loosened. Kent set two hands on his shoulders, pulling him back and out of me, and I couldn’t help but feel lost with no cocks inside of me. Kent laid Brock on the floor. “Ace, go into her room. In the bottom drawer of her nightstand, she’s got lube.”
I was about to open my mouth and ask him just how the hell he knew the bottom drawer of my nightstand was my sex drawer, but when I met Kent’s eyes, I knew better. He’d searched my drawers for sexy lingerie, so it wasn’t a surprise he’d also looked for those types of things.
Kent grabbed my hand, pulling me towards Brock, whose back was now on the floor. “Have you ever taken in two cocks before, Opal?” his voice purred out, one of his hands running down my hair.
“I just did,” I whispered back, to which Kent only laughed.
“That’s not what I mean,” he murmured, bending his head toward Brock. Brock’s cock stood straight, slick from being inside of me. “Get on him.”
I slowly positioned myself over Brock, meeting his dark gaze as I sank down on him, taking every inch of him in yet again. I let out a moan, starting to rock myself along him, but Kent stopped me by pushing me down towards Brock until my chest was flat against his.
Ace returned from my room, carrying a small bottle of lube, which he tossed to Kent. Kent caught it effortlessly, because everything that man did was effortless and sexy and… Hold up. His words repeated in my head, and it dawned on me just what Kent had meant by taking two cocks before.
He didn’t mean one cock in my pussy and one cock in my mouth. He meant both of them in the back.
I…was a little nervous, not going to lie, but I was also curious beyond all belief. I’d heard if you did it right, it was one of the best feelings in the world, and there was no better time than the present to see if I liked taking two from behind.
Kent knelt behind me, and I heard him squirt some of the lube on his hand. �
��This goes better if you’re relaxed, Opal. If you fight it, it doesn’t feel as good.” He ran his lubed hand along his cock, and as I rested a cheek on Brock’s chest, his cock still inside of me, still rock-hard, I wondered just how the hell Kent was going to fit back there. He was a giant.
It wasn’t too long before I felt Kent grab my ass, part my cheeks, and press the tip of his cock against me.
“Relax,” Kent whispered.
I closed my eyes and did as I was told, relaxing my entire body, letting it happen. Letting all the cocks enter me, whichever hole they wanted. Brock was already buried in my pussy, so it was Kent’s thick member that I felt nudging me, slowly but surely prying into me as his hips pushed against me.
It was…a weird feeling, at first, and in those initial moments, I wasn’t sure if I was going to like it. I could only describe it as being full. One hundred percent full. Full to the freaking brim with cocks—but then, then something magical happened. Then Kent pushed himself fully inside of me, literally filling me up as much as my body could take, and my body turned to mush.
Not literal mush, but you know what I mean.
Kent gave me some time to adjust to the feeling of his cock in my ass, whispering, “You’re so tight, Opal.” His wide, muscular body was all I could feel above me as he withdrew his hips only to push back inside. “Now’s when you get to work, Brock.”
Brock, who’d been content to watch the whole thing, suddenly realized his cock was still inside of me, and before I knew what was happening, his hips began to move and his cock rocked in and out of my pussy.
They moved in sync for a while, and I lost all thoughts. The only thing I could feel was their cocks, the only thing I could think about was how their bodies felt against mine, how my body stretched for them and yet still felt so unbelievably good.
Once my body opened up, once I got used to having them both fill me, they were able to thrust into me faster. Kent practically growled on top of me, his cock sliding in and out of my ass, and Brock looked like a lust-filled fanatic beneath me, his hips dragging his own length into my pussy over and over.
Brock was the first to come, and his eyelids slammed shut the moment he orgasmed. His body trembled beneath mine, and his thrusting slowed to a stop, though his cock still lingered inside me. He panted hard, but I was too lost in feeling Kent behind me to notice much, or to even realize how hard I was breathing.
“Fuck,” Kent muttered, practically collapsing on top of me, which then caused me to press even harder against Brock, as the pleasure took him over. He let my ass milk him before pulling out and giving me a kiss and a nibble on the shoulder. “You did good, Opal. I’ll be right back.” He pulled out of me, and my core felt his loss instantly.
I also felt his cum start to ooze out of me—doubly so when Brock slipped out—but it didn’t stay that way for long, because Kent soon returned with a warm washcloth, using it to wipe me off. He must’ve already cleaned himself off, because his cock was clean.
“So,” Kent said, straightening out as he glanced at both Ace and Brock. Ace had watched Kent and Brock take me, touching himself all the while. He was sporting another erection; they all were. I was surrounded by three hard dicks, and I wasn’t running for the hills. If anything, I felt my core tremble with need. “Who wants to place bets about how long Opal will last tonight?”
Ace burst out laughing, and Brock smiled a dimpled grin. Meanwhile, I was flying too high to care about any bets they may or may not place. I had my men; the rest didn’t matter.
I didn’t care how I got here, what kind of lines we’d crossed. I didn’t care that two weeks ago I’d thought I hated them. I didn’t care that it took a pumpkin spice latte and me getting into writing my sex scenes to finally make a move.
This…this was the life.
Epilogue
Julian was smiling at me. He was a cute guy, don’t get me wrong, but his smiles did nothing for me. The only smiles that made my stomach flip were from my men. “Sure you don’t want another pumpkin spice latte?” My bagel sat on the counter, and he was in the process of ringing me out, trying desperately to get me another one of those damn lattes.
The more I thought about it, the more superstitious I was, which was just ridiculous. It’d been a month, and nothing had changed between me and the guys. I didn’t know why I attributed our happiness to the day when I got that latte, but I long ago decided never to get one again, just in case.
Even though it was really, really good.
“No, thank you,” I said, paying for my bagel the exact same time the bell to Jewels Cafe rang, signaling someone else had just walked in. It was an off time during the week, and I knew before turning that it was who I was waiting for.
I laid eyes on Sofia, my best friend, and let out a squeal before rushing to her, throwing my arms around her and hugging the breath right out of her.
“Damn,” Sofia muttered, “did those guys feed you steroids or something? Holy shit.”
I released her, and together we returned to the counter. I grabbed my bagel.
I could tell Julian was about to ask Sofia if she wanted a pumpkin spice latte, but Sofia cut him off by saying, “Just a large coffee, black, with a few ice cubes in it.” My friend’s blonde hair was halfway down her back, pin-straight, and she was bundled up because, you know, December in New York.
A bit of snow outside, but not much. Still not fun to drive in. I had Kent drop me off this morning on his way to work, and I’d go with Sofia back to my place. She was visiting for a few days, which was good. I missed her.
After she paid, we found a table and sat down. Sofia sipped her coffee, watching me eat my bagel. “So, this place seems…quaint.” A pause before she deadpanned, “I hate it. I would go nuts if I lived here. It just feels…weird.” She spoke softly enough so no one else in the cafe heard her, and I chuckled to myself as I ate my bagel.
Having Sofia here was amazing. It felt like a long time coming, and it would be hard to see her leave again, but she’d have to. She had her own life, her own fiancé. She was mainly here, I knew, to meet my three men and get a feel for them.
We talked for hours. She finished up her coffee, and I ate my bagel, and then we were lost in catching up. We laughed so hard at each other’s antics that we practically cried. It was ridiculously good to see her again, and the time passed by so fast I didn’t even notice.
Sofia glanced at her phone. “Let’s get back to your place. I want to be ready for when the guys come over. They’re coming over at five?”
Yes, I’d told all three of them to keep themselves away from my house until Sofia settled in. Plus, I had the feeling she was going to go balls to the wall with them, so I had to tell her to cool it.
“Just promise to be nice to them,” I said as we both got up. We bundled our jackets and headed outside to her car. The winter chill made me shiver, but as soon as we got in her car, she cranked up the heat.
Sofia tossed me a look. “You know I can’t promise that. They’re your boyfriends. They have to go through screening, just like everyone else.”
I instructed her how to get back to my place. “That’s funny, because I don’t remember you screening any of my past boyfriends.”
“Exactly, and look at how they all turned out.”
I held back a chuckle as I rolled my eyes.
Once we got to my house, I went to the door to unlock it. Yes, after Kent scolded me day after day, I was finally learning to lock my front door. Didn’t really do much, since I’d given them a key to my place anyway. Sofia only brought one suitcase, and she rolled it up the snowy driveway and waited for me to open the door.
I gave her a quick tour, and she seemed decently impressed. “Not bad,” she said, peeking her head into the bathroom. I had one spare room, which she’d be staying in. “I still can’t believe you made your deadline after nabbing yourself three boyfriends.” Sofia made her way into the living room, plopping down on the couch. “Three. Come on, Opal. Can’t you save some
dick for the other girls in town?”
I fixed her a look, a mock glare. “I didn’t know you cared so much about the other girls in town.”
Sofia shrugged, soon losing her serious demeanor and laughing. “I don’t. I’m happy you got yourself three stud muffins.”
After I made some hot cocoa for us, we nestled on the couch, slowly sipping our drinks as Sofia began to tell me all of her new drama. Work drama, wedding drama, family drama. She was full of it. My life was boring, three boyfriends aside.
The afternoon drew near, and it was when Sofia was in the bathroom that I heard someone’s key being inserted in the lock, and my three sexy, gorgeous as all hell men walked in, bundled up to avoid winter’s chill.
Ace was the first one in, shoving the key into his jacket’s pocket before zipping it up. His blonde hair was recently cut, for this introduction specifically, so his fauxhawk was a bit shorter than it was before. His square jaw was clean-shaven, and he looked as ready as he’d ever be to meet Sofia.
Brock shrugged off his jacket, hanging it on the coat hanger near the door. His dark locks had been cut on the sides too, only he kept the length up top. I liked it, because I could still run my hands through it. He stepped around Ace as he pulled me to him, giving me a fast peck on the lips. No hot and heavy make-out session while my friend was nearby.
And, lastly, Kent. Kent closed the door with his foot, his handsome expression stern and serious. He was the only one who hadn’t gotten his hair cut, but then again, it wasn’t like Kent ever skimped out on the personal grooming aspect of his life. He always looked good, and right now he still wore his suit underneath his coat, and damn it, if he wasn’t the finest man around in a suit…
He was. He really was. Those clothes hugged his muscles like no other clothes could. And his ass? Don’t even get me started on how good his ass looked in dress pants.
Sofia emerged from the bathroom, walking down the hall. She instantly spotted the guys, and straightened her back. Pointing to the couch, she instructed, “Sit. I will be right with you.”
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