Hard As Rock (45 page)

I went wild. He was using that ‘come hither’ motion, lightly grazing my g-spot… then pressing slightly more, slightly harder. All the while, he was sucking on my clit, lolling it about in his mouth, licking me with his wet tongue.

Right when I was about to come, he stopped, and I groaned – until he inserted
two
fingers inside me and began to stroke. Immediately I was in seventh heaven again, and I felt my orgasm start, then double, then triple, my muscles contracting hard around his fingers as he stroked inside me and fucked my clit with his tongue.

“OH GOD, OH MY GOD,” I screamed as I came.

Before I could come down, though, I felt Ryan use his thumb and middle finger to pull back my hood, and he began to stroke that spot on my clit with his forefinger – all while he was still massaging my g-spot.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I moaned as my thighs began to quiver, my pussy contracting in long, slow, undulating cycles. My pleasure going up, up, up… down, just slightly… then up, up, up even higher, over and over again.

He was filling me up, gently massaging me deep inside, all the while stroking that sugar-sweet spot on my clit, that place where all my pleasure seemed to pulse like a white-hot point of love and light and orgasm.

I kept going and going, never coming down, never stopping, just moaning and writhing and getting wetter and wetter.

Derek actually stopped kissing me and started watching Ryan.

“Dude – what are you
doing
down there?” he finally asked.

“Oh, it’s this thing called – ”

“GUYS – focus?!” I cried out.

Ryan laughed. “Sorry.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Derek said, and attacked my breasts with such lustful sucking and licking that it took me even higher.

Finally Ryan couldn’t stand it anymore, and kneeled on the bed between my legs. His cock was so hard it barely moved from its solid, fixed position; it was more like stone than flesh.

He reached for the string of condom wrappers on the bed.

“No,” I moaned, “I want to feel you.”

Now Derek looked like he hadn’t gotten any ice cream, either.

“What?!” he cried out.

“You never got tested while we were together.”

“I got tested during rehab,” he said hopefully. “Clean bill of health. Nothing wrong with me – and I haven’t been with anybody since!”

“But I can’t trust you not to cheat and give me something.”

He looked at me in shock. “…seriously?”

I hedged a little. “We’ll see about the future… but I have to trust you completely to do that. And I don’t trust you yet.”

He took a few seconds to answer. When he did, he was dejected – but calm. “Okay. You’re right. That’s fair.”

While Derek and I talked, Ryan just grinned. Three-time sex lottery winner.

He rolled me over onto my side and pressed against my ass, and used his hand to guide his cock into place at my lips.

My front was facing Derek, and despite the little snit he was having, he went back to kissing my neck and fondling my breasts.

Now Ryan was slowly pushing inside me, and I arched my back to meet him.

Ohhhhhhhhhh.

The feel of skin on skin? Absolutely fucking magical. And in this position – him against me, entering from the rear – I could feel the head of his cock stroking my g-spot, pushing so wonderfully against it as he slowly slid into me that I came again within seconds. By the time his cock was buried in me to the hilt, I was screaming out in pleasure.

He waited for me to simmer down, and then he began to move in and out of me, slowly, sensually. Oh God… I was wet, but there was just enough friction that his skin pulled sexily inside my pussy, deep within. I could feel his cock press against my most intimate places, rocking deep inside me, then pulling out until his swollen head was teasing my lips.

Meanwhile, Derek was getting hard again. I couldn’t help myself: my hand wandered down to his thighs and caressed his sack, cupped his balls, circled his shaft as he went from halfway soft, to firm, to rock hard. Within a couple of minutes he was oozing pre-cum, and my palm was slick with his juices, making it even easier for him to slide through my encircled fingers. He was moaning as he pumped his hips, fucking my hand with his cock while Ryan plunged deep inside my pussy.

And because I was on my side, I could turn my head and kiss Ryan, our tongues sliding sensually over one another… and then I could turn to Derek and kiss him, my mouth open to receive him inside me. Whoever wasn’t kissing me would bite my neck, or nibble my ear, so that my entire body was suffused with pleasure and incredible sensations – a thick, hard cock inside my pussy, another big dick gliding back and forth in my hand; a tongue in my mouth, then another set of lips on my lips, fingers tweaking my nipples, hands cupping my breasts, and me not always able to tell which hand belonged to whom. One fit male body pressed against my back, my free hand roving over the firm, hard muscles of another.

I couldn’t take it for long before I began to come again. The sensations, the sensuality – everything was overwhelming. Every part of my body was engaged, every inch of my skin was experiencing pleasure. My brain was overloaded with sex. My nose filled with the clean scent of sweat and the sexy hint of musk of my two lovers’ bodies; my ears echoed with their murmurs and grunts and moans as their own pleasure began to ramp up past the point of no return. Ryan was thrusting deep inside me, his hips slapping my ass, the head of his cock hitting every pleasurable spot it could deep inside me. Derek was thick and hard in my hand, his hips pumping, my fingers slipping up and down his shaft, feeling him fill my hand just like he had filled my pussy. And my face was between them, their lips on my cheeks, my ears, my mouth, drowning me in their affection and lust.

Suddenly the wave crested inside me, and I cried out as pulses of pleasure shot down my legs and up my spine and into my arms and head. I screamed “OH GOD, I’M COMING” – and that sent both guys over the edge. I felt Ryan grab my side, felt him tense up, and then suddenly he was yelling and exploding inside me, jets of hot warmth splashing inside me, his cock suddenly even larger and harder than it had been, over and over again in quick bursts. Derek suddenly came, the feeling triggering the sense memory of four years ago in my dorm room, his cock throbbing and spasming. Spurts of hot liquid shot across my forearm and against my belly as he cried out in ecstasy.

Three orgasms, all at once, pushing me higher, so high that I saw white lights, electric bursts of pleasure. Then I couldn’t move anymore… I just lay there, feeling Ryan’s cock slowly pulsing aftershocks inside me, and the throbbing of Derek’s cock dying down as his cum slowly dribbled across my bare skin.

We lay like that for a long time, our breathing slowing until we were all in sync, our bodies pressed against one another, sweaty and hot and exhausted.

Ryan slowly got up on one elbow and kissed me sweetly. “What do you want to do now?” he asked.

I thought for a second… looked first at him, then at Derek… then gave a low, throaty laugh.

“Take another shower,” I said, “and do it again.”

We took little breaks, drank water and wine, talked and whispered, touched and caressed… but we most
definitely
did it again.

Three more times, by my count.

It was after four AM when we finally dropped off into a deep slumber, our bodies intertwined.

I woke up sometime after ten AM. I looked around me in wonder, hardly believing what had happened – or how lucky I was. Two gorgeous men on either side of me, the golden sunlight kissing their naked bodies, their cocks looking delectable as they slumbered.

Neither of the boys was awake yet, so I carefully extracted myself, went into the bathroom and freshened up. Then I came back and reinserted myself back into the mix.

Both guys opened their eyes sleepily as I slid between them.

“Holy shit… did we do what I think we did?” Derek murmured.

“Several times,” I giggled.

“Wow,” Ryan muttered. Then he looked at me. “Did you… was it everything you hoped it would be?”

I kissed him. “Without a doubt, last night was the best night of my entire life.”

“Really?” Derek asked, propping up his head on one arm.

“Yes. Thank you… both of you. Really. What you both did for me… that was the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced.”

I kissed Derek – then Ryan. Hot… soft… erotic.

“Are you okay?” I asked Ryan.

He looked to the side, like he was sorting through his feelings – and then he looked at me and smiled. “Yeah.”

I looked over at Derek. “How about you?”

He raised an eyebrow and looked over at Ryan, then looked at me. “It’s not exactly the kind of situation I would have
asked
for, but…” Then he slowly grinned. “Yeah, I’m okay. What about you?”

“I’m more than okay,” I said, and kissed them each again in turn.

“Well… what do you want to do now?” Ryan asked.

I let my hands trail down to their thighs, and lightly caressed their soft, heavy cocks – which suddenly weren’t so soft anymore.

“I want to do it again,” I whispered.

They didn’t need much persuading.

My first threesome. With two rock stars. Whom I both loved.

I have to admit, I was probably the most surprised of us all that it worked out.

Except maybe for Riley.

When she cornered me alone later that day, she said, “I saw you walk out with both of ‘em, and you were all wearin’ the same clothes you had on last night. So what happened?”

“We, uh… we came to an understanding.”

She narrowed her eyes into slits. “What
kind
of an understanding?”

“Nevermind. We, uh… we’re all, um…”

Her eyes bugged out. “Did you do both of them?”

I didn’t want to dignify that with an answer, but I think my blushing did it for me.

“At the same time?!” Riley cried out.

“Shhhh!”

Riley shook her head in wonder and gave me a fistbump. “Daaaamn, Blondie… you got
mad
game.”

Considering the source, that was probably the biggest compliment I’ve ever gotten in my entire life.

So, yes, I was surprised it all worked out that one time – but I was even more surprised that it
continued
to work out. Five months so far, without any major complications.

The guys had their jealousies at first – the normal territorial caveman bullshit:
You my woman – rawwrrrr!
But when I held fast to the ‘either both of you or neither of you’ rule, they sorted their problems out pretty quickly.

As for Derek and my problems, we had a frank conversation after just a couple of weeks.

“I still don’t trust you… not completely,” I said.

“But I’m being faithful to you.”

“Maybe you are – ”

“I AM!”

“ – but I’m kind of gun-shy about this.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed.”

“I don’t know how to get over it.”

He thought for a long time. “Look… I
am
going to be faithful to you, no matter what… but I can understand you not trusting that. Not at first. So how about this: I swear – no, forget that. I absolutely
promise
you
– that if I ever sleep with anybody else, I’ll tell you. Either beforehand, or afterwards. I’m not
going
to sleep with anybody else, mind you – but I promise I’ll tell you. You’ll never have to wonder if I’m sleeping with somebody else, because I’ll tell you no matter what.”

“…even if you think I might break up with you because of it?” I asked dubiously.

“Even if I think you might break up with me,” he said solemnly. “You deserve the truth, no matter what, and I promise I’ll give it to you.”

Then he added, “Even though I’m never going to cheat on you again.”

I thought about it. I couldn’t trust him to be faithful – not yet; not entirely. Even if he wasn’t a scorpion anymore, he had acted like one in the past, and I was scared to death of being stung again.

However, I felt I
could
trust him to tell me the truth. I know that sounds stupid, since cheaters are inherently lying to you anyway… but he had told me enough hard truths over the last several months that I could find it within myself to trust him on that.

“Okay,” I agreed.

And so far I believe him when he says he hasn’t slept with anyone else.

The end result was things got a lot more equitable. For one, Derek and I have started having unprotected sex – which is fucking
hot
. And as he’s become more willing to give me oral sex without pressuring for anything in return, I’ve gradually warmed up to going down on him – which has been even
hotter.

Even though I technically live with Ryan, I spend three nights a week with him, and three with Derek. One night a week, I have the option of getting them both… at the same time.

We call them ‘Kaitlyn Nights.’

Shanna hates my guts.

Playfully, of course. But I really think a little part of her does. She calls me every Saturday begging for specifics on that week’s Kaitlyn Night, but I only giggle and provide her with the barest of details.

Let’s just say… things get a little crazy sometimes. Even crazier than that first night.

But they’re always,
always
fun.

Everybody’s handling it in their own way. Derek can get insanely jealous. He basically tries to outperform himself every time we’re alone together, hoping to ruin me for other men.

It’s been fun, but he hasn’t succeeded.

Ryan can get jealous, too, but he handles it a lot better. He knows that I value him for things Derek can’t give me, and he’s stopped seeing it as a failing that he can’t be everything to me all the time. If sex with Derek has gotten more acrobatic and adrenaline-filled, then sex with Ryan has become more intimate… more emotional… more meaningful. Deeper. Stronger. I can’t have a horrible day and cry in front of Derek, because he’ll just try to make me forget my woes by amping me up to his level. It’s fun sometimes, but it doesn’t feed my soul. Ryan can listen to me, hold me through the darkness, and keep me company until I emerge on the other side. I trust him more than anyone else in my life – and that’s a different kind of sexy, something no one else has ever been able to give me.