Cabin Fever (12 page)

“That’s even a better idea. Sandra, you’re not just a pretty face. You’re a genius, too.” He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “Mmm, you smell nice.”

“Thanks.”

He kissed her again and nuzzled her ear. “Come sit on my lap.”

“I…don’t think I should.”

Sean pulled back. “Why not?”

“Suppose…I mean….”

“Ahh, you’re worried about Patrick coming home and seeing us and maybe repeating what happened the other morning?”

“Well….”

“Don’t worry. You know those home stores. He’s going to need a GPS to find the hammers.”

“True, but still….”

“You feel weird making out with me after having Patrick?”

“I’ve never been intimate with one man then jumped into the arms of another.”

“Are you thinking of this as a one-night stand thing?”

“Kinda.”

Sean pulled her close but stopped short of putting her on his lap. He needed to get her in the mood, thinking a different way, and help her lose control. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m sure Patrick is well aware that leaving me here alone with you, there’s bound to be something happening.”

“Oh.”

He cocked his head at her. “Are you okay with that?”

“I guess I should be.”

“No. It should be whatever you’re comfortable with. No one is forcing this on you. However, if you’re having some, say, unconventional thoughts, or there’s a desire you would like to fulfill, I like to think you could come to one of us.”

“Certainly. I’ll always come to you. I want to make sure it’s really okay between you two.”

“It’s more than okay. Like I told you, we’ve talked.”

“Aaaand…?”

“And, we agreed that sharing you was the only way to go. Don’t over think the dynamics of the relationship. Just enjoy it. Besides, don’t a lot of women fantasize about having more than one man love them?”

“Yeah, but a lot don’t indulge. At least this far. They might have more than one boyfriend, but the men usually don’t know each other. Or happen right after one another.”

“So you’re really lucky, then. You have two men who are willing to be with you, are friends, and get along.” Sean twirled her hair around his finger.

“This is true.”

Tired of talking, he kissed her on the mouth, using the distraction to remove her sweater. He caressed her skin, sending burning sensations to his fingers in the process. Wow!

With the sweater out of the way, he focused on her breasts.

“Nice.” He palmed one through the black lace bra. He kissed the top curve, loving the soft, smooth texture then reached behind her and unfastened her bra and took it off. “I want to taste all of you.”

He licked, sucked, and kissed each one, all the while enjoying the moans of pleasure escaping from Sandra’s lips.

He moved down to her belly, raining kisses there, too. Her skin was damp and hotter than ever. She was probably more than ready for him, but he wanted to savor every moment, to explore every part of her body.

“Take off your pants.”

She stood up and shimmied out of her jogging tights. Bending down, she slipped off her shoes. While she did so, he rubbed his hand over her butt. He liked the silk over her skin. He slipped his hands between her legs and felt the wetness through her panties. “Sandra, are you turned on already? All I did was suck those beautiful tits of yours.”

Sandra faced him in nothing but her pink panties. Sean was harder than he’d ever been.

He stood up and knelt before her then smoothed his hands over her thighs, enjoying her smooth skin. “Come closer.” He pulled her closer, in perfect position for his face—and tongue. When he ripped off her panties, Sandra let out a cute, feminine squeak.

“Sorry. But they really didn’t do anything for you.” He ran his fingers over her opening. He didn’t have to stimulate her. “God, I’m going to love eating you.”

Sandra put her hands on his shoulder, and bent down to lay on the floor. He had a better position for her.

“No. I want you standing. Lean on me.”

She nodded and he continued to rub his knuckles over her slick, wet lips. Her legs wobbled a bit, so he held her tight. “Don’t go falling down on me. I haven’t even started yet.” With that, he swiped his tongue on her.

“Sean!”

“Shhh.” He took another swipe, then pushed in a bit.

“Oh, yes!”

“You like?” He licked her again, this time parting her folds and circling over her hard clit.

“Ahhh!”

Sandra placed her hands on the sides of his head, squeezing it like a melon.

He grasped her legs, to steady her, but not once did he stop licking her. “You taste so sweet.” He came up for air and kissed her belly. “I love the feel of your skin against my tongue. And I love the feel of your clit against it too. So slick.”

He continued, making sure he didn’t miss any spot. He stuck his tongue in deep, sliding against her hood.

Sandra let out a scream that nearly shook the walls of the room. She leaned on him harder and rubbed her opening as she came.

“You want to play with yourself in front of me?”

She stopped and blinked at him.

“I would love to watch you.

Sandra slowly moved her hand, rubbing gently. Sean laid his hand on top of hers and guided it. So hot to the touch, he thought he could actually feel steam coming from her pussy.

He kissed her hand, then stood up. “Keep going. I want to make sure you’re ready for me.”

“Oh…what are you going to do?”

“I want to be inside you. I want to feel you tight around me.” He reached in his pants pocket and pulled out a foil packet. “Are you okay with that?”

Sandra ran her free hand over his shirt, trying to unbutton it. “Yes.”

“Good.”

Sandra
was
living every woman’s fantasy. If she let herself go and enjoyed the experience her best friends gave her, she benefited. And boy the benefits!

She hadn’t realized Sean and Patrick would be so talented in the pussy-eating department. She didn’t want to even think about the practice they had.

Sean took her by the hand and led her to his room. He picked her up, carried her to the bed and gently laid her in the middle. He threw down the foil packet he still had in his hand and stripped.

Fully nude, Sean’s rock solid body and cock intimidated her a bit. She remembered seeing him in the doorway jacking off, but apparently things appeared smaller than actual size from ten feet away. He looked huge now.

She crossed her legs and scooted up on the bed.

Sean smiled and leaned over and rubbed her legs. “I’m going to be gentle with you, as if it’s your first time, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Tell me what you’re enjoying and if I’m being too rough, all right?”

“All right.”

He kissed her full on the mouth. As the kiss deepened, he spread her legs, inching his fingers up her thigh. “Relax.”

Sean seemed so anxious. She could see by the tense look on his face and the vein in his neck that he was holding back.

“Relax yourself, dear,” Sandra said, putting her hands against his chest.

Sean smiled. “Ironic you have to tell me that. I’m sorry I’m rushing. It’s been so long in coming. I’ve wanted to be with you since day one.”

“Wow, you, too.” He and Patrick kept a lot of secrets from her.

“I would have told you earlier, but Patrick and I discovered our mutual attraction around the same time.”

“So all this time you’ve both…?”

Sean nodded.

What a personal sacrifice the guys had made. They valued their friendship with each other as much as with her. “I….”

“Shhh. Enough talking. Let me love you the way I’ve fantasized, dreamt about, read about.”

He squeezed her breasts and bit her nipple. She was so tender, she squeaked at his firm grip.

He rubbed the tip of his shaft along her slit. She didn’t think she could last long with him just teasing her. “Please hurry.” Her hips thrust beneath him, trying to force his cock inside her.

Deep down, however, she was still a bit intimidated by his size. So even in her frenzy, she tried not to tense up too much.

Sean must have sensed her nervousness, so he calmed her down with kisses until soft moans escaped her lips. Without further warning, he slid his cock into her pussy.

“Oh yes!” She appreciated him not warning her. He felt so good going into her with one smooth stroke. She felt every glorious ridge of his shaft against her vaginal walls.

“Oh baby, you feel so good around me. You’re so nice and tight. I can’t understand why I waited so many years to make love to you.”

“Me either. I never imagined.”

She sighed with every inch of his cock sliding into her tight pussy. And within minutes, she got wetter, which allowed him better access.

“Deeper, Sean! Deeper!” Sandra screamed herself hoarse and threw her hips up, trying to take him farther into her.

At that moment, she became a different person. Her friendship for the guys was greater than lust. She was bonded to these men, and having Sean inside her cemented their growing love for each other.

After about six minutes of his rhythmic thrusting, her hips gyrated on his shaft, and her screams changed into hums and moans of ecstasy. With her eyes closed, she enjoyed the sensations, the bonding and overall feel of him. She felt complete.

He sped up, urging her on, too. “Come on, baby, come with me.”

“Yes, Sean!”

She saw nothing but bliss on his face. She reached up to him, and he took her hand and kissed it, not once slowing down.

“Aaargh! Yeah, baby.”

“Oh yeah! Oh, Sean!”

They both climaxed, screaming loud enough to make the room vibrate.

When they finished, Sandra collapsed in the sheets. Sean repositioned her on the bed and curled up beside her.

“So, what do you think?”

“Fantastic. Simply fantastic.”

“Thank you.” He kissed her on the forehead. “But that’s not what I meant. Do you think you can have both of us without having a guilty conscience?”

“Oh yes.”

Sean arched a brow at her. “Really?”

“I realized while you were…ahem…having me, that you and Patrick each bring something different. And I love both.”

“Ahhh.”

“Um. Will there be a time that all three of us…?”

“One thing at a time, sweetheart.” Sean kissed her, and they cuddled together for a well-deserved rest.

Sandra came running down the stairs. “Good morning. What’s for breakfast?” Patrick and Sean sat in the living area. “No breakfast yet?”

“You just wake up hungry, huh?” Sean snickered.

“Ha, ha,” Sandra said, tapping her foot. “I wondered if we ran out of the food Uncle Travis provided already.”

“No, we thought maybe
you
might want to fix breakfast for a change.”

“Oh. Okay, let’s see what we got.” Sandra went into the kitchen. “Could you guys come in here and keep me company?”

They joined her in the kitchen, settling at the table to watch.

“How about waffles, eggs, and bacon again, but this time I’ll make my special scrambled eggs with green onions and smoked Gouda? Travis really stocked up here.”

“Mmmm. Sounds good.” Patrick rubbed his hands together.

“Hey, what happened to the healthy food I wanted to start to cook again?” Sean grimaced.

“Not on my vacation.” Sandra said, over her shoulder.

Patrick laughed.

“So Sandy, how are you doing this morning?” Patrick asked.

She flashed them a grin. “I’m doing great. And you?”

“We’re fine,” Sean said. “We just wondered about you.”

“Didn’t you tell Patrick about the conversation we had, Sean?”

“Yes, just wasn’t sure you wanted to talk about it.”

“But tell me anyway.” Patrick scooted up in his chair and rested his elbow on the table.

“Well. I don’t know if I can explain it. It’s like an epiphany. Sorry to sound so cliché. But really. Being with you both is so different, yet it still feels like I’m being loved by one man.”

Sean raised his brow.

“Let me see if I can explain that better.” Sandra took a seat between them.

“Please.”

“Like you guys kept mentioning earlier, we are so in tune with each other we finish each other’s sentences. Well, if the three of us are in sync, then it stands to reason that you two would be, too.”

“I think I see where you’re coming from,” Patrick said.

“Still skeptical?”

“Well….”

“Look, making love to you, and what I feel for you, is the same way I feel when I made love to Sean. You’re techniques are different, but the love and emotions that come from it are the same.”

“What you’re saying is you feel no less or no more love from either of us,” Sean said.

“Exactly!”

“And that being with the both of us is in no way conflicting,” Patrick continued.

“Right!”

“So this means that you’re really okay with the whole idea?” Sean asked hopefully.

“I have to admit, I need some time to fully digest all of this. But so far, I’m not having an issue.”

Sandra rose and flitted around the kitchen, organizing everything for breakfast. She finished telling Patrick about the conversation she and Sean had and how she felt about the whole ménage thing.

“So, it seems you’ve accepted a new way of dating,” Patrick said.

“To say the least.” Sandra put out the plates.

“No regrets?” Sean asked.

“None.” She whistled happily, whisking the eggs vigorously in the bowl.

“Hmmm.”

Sandra spun toward Sean. “What? Oh, I know what you’re thinking. We have to cross that bridge when we come to it.”

“It might be sooner than you expect.” He helped her get a skillet from the top cabinet.

Patrick grinned. “Let it happen. The important thing is you’re okay with being with either or both of us intimately and not thinking you’re cheating on the other,”

Sandra nodded, but inevitably they would be getting together at the same time. She believed she could do it.
Yes, I can, I’m just sleeping with the two men I love and already slept with one on one
. It seemed rational. Not many women had
two
men who adored them.