Tellings of the Time: Complete series

16. 15

“Morning,” Remy says from somewhere beside me in the bed. Sunlight is coming in through a crack in the curtains of my window and it tastes like something died in my mouth. When I remember what happened the previous day, the pizza boxes and locks of hair come to mind before I remember taking in Farid or kissing Beckett.

“Ugh,” I groan, opening both eyes with reluctance.

“What’s wrong?”

“Feel like a truck ran me over and then I started decomposing in my mouth.” Somehow saying the word decomposing brings me back to that basement, and I force myself to think of something different.

“You had a rough day yesterday,” Remy concludes. He stretches himself, showing me his beautiful body and it’s just that little push I need to wake up fully.

“I’m so done with all this stuff,” I grumble.

“Then take a day off.”

I’m hearing what he’s saying, but the idea is so foreign to me I have trouble wrapping my mind around it. Taking a day off on a normal weekday is, well, weird.

“Nobody will die if you take a day,” he says, his voice leaving no room for doubt.

“Let’s hope so,” I mumble.

“Go take a shower, you’ll feel better,” he tells me. And I kind of have to give it to him that it’ll probably work that way. Peeling myself off the bed, I make my way to the shower and start going through the motions.

Once my hair is all lathered with shampoo I manage to completely freak myself out remembering my kiss with Beckett last night. The memory of the kiss isn’t bad, but I fret about the implication and possible repercussions. What if I messed up what’s going on between me and Chester or me and Remy? Fuck. I can woman up and own that I’ve done it, but I hate that I feel like I’m in uncharted territory. This relationship stuff? I have no idea how to do that. I’m not in control.

Maybe I should come clean?

I quickly rinse my hair, get out of the shower, towel myself dry, and wrap the towel around me before I leave the bathroom. My heart is going a mile a minute just thinking about what I’ve possibly fucked up.

Four eyes stare at me when I look at the bed. Both Chester and Remy are sitting against my headboard. Remy is only wearing a pair of navy boxer briefs, and Chester is just in his gray sweats. The kryptonite of women all around the world. They sit on the blanket, one of Chester’s legs on top of Remy’s, their arms casually touching each other.

“We’re playing hookie today,” Remy says with a grin.

“I’ve texted Miranda to let her know,” Chester says.

“Spoilsport,” Remy counters, pushing against Chester’s side, but he doesn’t budge. The sight of the two of them casually sitting on my bed in complete acceptance of each other and of me makes me feel incredibly guilty and selfish.

“I kissed Beckett,” I blurt out. I inhale sharply while my eyes widen, glued to the two men currently watching me.

“The fuck?” Chester yells and he tries to get off of the bed. Probably come to kick my ass. Or at least try to. But Remy holds him down with the back of his arm.

“Sit your ass down,” he hisses to a fuming Chester.

“You’re okay with her going around kissing random guys?” he practically yells at Remy instead of me.

“I don’t think he’s just a random guy to her.” His eyes find mine, and I bet he can see he’s right. No matter how much I want to pretend there’s no attraction to Beckett, I can’t. He’s not just some random guy. Don’t ask me to label it, because I won’t be able to, but there’s at least some kind of label there.

“Now,” Remy continues, “my theory is that if I try to tie either of you down by telling you you can’t be with someone, both of you will bolt. Being in a steady, serious relationship will freak you the fuck out. So how about this? How about you’re allowed to follow through on whatever feelings you have. Meaning that if Abby wants to kiss Beckett, she can. But also, if you want to kiss someone else, you can. As long as we’re all honest and upfront about it. No secrets, no holding things back. We’re all in this together, in whatever form that might be. Does that sound reasonable?” He sounds a bit like a school teacher giving a lecture, but I also believe he knows what he’s talking about. Out of all of us, he’s probably given this whole thing the most thought and is the most at ease with it.

“But I don’t want to kiss anyone besides the two of you,” Chester sulks.

“Well then, then there’s nothing to complain about, now is there?” he says in a patronizing way while he pats Chester’s arm.

“Do you plan on kissing many more guys?” Chester asks me.

I shake my head. Because if anything, Chester’s sentiment about not wanting to kiss anyone else also applies to me. Only difference is that I like to add Beckett to that equation.

“Stop freaking out and get over here,” Remy says. “We’re not spending your day off feeling guilty. We’re going to spend the day getting relaxed.”

I can’t for the life of me find my voice, and wordlessly walk to the bed. I have a large bed, but having two large guys spread out over it doesn’t leave me with many options on where to sit down with them.

“Drop the towel,” Remy says with a hoarse voice before I figure out my dilemma on where to sit down. My eyes snap up and meet Chester’s, who looks confused.

“Stop being mad, and just start relaxing. It is what it is. She still loves you, fiercely.” Then he uses his hand to make Chester turn his face, and kisses him. I watch in awe how Remy works him over until I see the tension leave his body.

I guess it is what it is, truer words have never been spoken.

I take a deep breath, drop my towel, and climb on the bed while I keep staring at the two kissing gods in front of me. My panic over kissing Beckett is quickly disappearing.

When they let each other go, both seem to be a little out of breath. And both seem to zone in on me. It’s like I’m being hunted by a pack of wolves.

“So this is happening?” I say, trying to break the tension and the nervous flutter I feel in my stomach.

“Yes,” Remy answers, grabbing my hand and pulling me on top of him. “Unless you tell us to stop. The same applies to you, Ches.” The way he thinks about consent so that Chester will be in the right frame of mind warms me. They really do have their own thing going between them and if anything it makes me fall a little deeper for them both.

Remy turns us around so I’m lying under him and next to Chester. Feeling them both against me makes what’s about to happen real. It feels like that first climb on a rollercoaster; you’re nervous, you know you’re going to be feeling it in your stomach, and still you can’t wait for the free fall to happen. My pulse quickens and arousal courses through my body. I might’ve been a little promiscuous in the past, but I’ve never been with two guys at once.

Remy slides off me, pressing a kiss against the corner of my mouth before he kisses his way down and teases my nipple. A sound that’s somewhere between a loud breath and a moan leaves me when I throw my head back, and run into Chester’s chest. My eyes were closed, but now I find his, and they’re filled with curiosity.

He brushes a strand of my wet hair out of my face with a tenderness that makes me smile at him. This is weird, yet at the same time it’s really not. He leans forward to kiss me, while Remy simultaneously kisses his way further down. He teases me with hot kisses on my belly and my hips, going further down and kissing my thighs. I moan in Chester’s mouth when he kisses my mound, and I let my legs fall open some, encouraging the path he’s taking.

Chester holds my chin, deepening the kiss. His hand wanders to my breast, which he starts to massage. Remy hovers above me, and I can feel his warm breath on my arousal. I might be changing, feeling all these emotions and opening up my heart and shit, but it doesn’t suddenly make me patient. So I lift my pelvis in order to urge him on. He chuckles before he finally lowers himself down on me and lands his kisses on all the right places.

Suddenly Chester stops kissing me, pulling his mouth back. His hand keeps playing with my breasts, but it feels like he isn’t fully in there. I try to see if he’s freaking out, but once I follow his line of sight, he’s laser focused on what Remy’s doing. Which is an awesome job, by the way.

“Intrigued?” I question him, trying to hold back the sounds that want to leave my mouth when Remy sticks a finger inside of me.

“I’ve never seen that before,” he says.

“What, you never watched porn?”

“Tons, but always gay.”

Makes sense I guess. Then I stop thinking all together, lost in sensation. My eyes roll back in my head when Remy clings on to the exact right spot, working his wicked ways on me. When I’m able to get my eyes open for a single moment, I see that Remy’s eyes are opened as well, but instead of watching me, he’s watching Chester, and smiling.

Then he bites down on my clit and I swear when my eyes fall closed again. He pushes in a second finger and just like that I’m starting to build towards a climax. This man can play me like a fiddle and make my body do things. Wonderful, wicked things.

And then he stops.

“Fuck, keep going,” I stumble out, feeling emptier by the second. But he doesn’t.

“Want to give it a try?” he asks, clearly not to me.

It’s silent for a while, and even if I feel all traces of my orgasm disappear, an aroused nervousness takes over me. My stomach flutters and my heart is pounding in my throat.

“I have no clue what I’m doing,” he says with a raspy voice.

“Just go with what you know, and we’ll teach you,” Remy says in a warm and gentle voice. He gets up from between my legs and makes his way to the headboard.

“Up,” he says, motioning me to lift my upper body up. He wiggles in behind me, one foot on each side of me, my head resting on his belly tilted in such a way I can look at what’s about to happen as well. Chester sits on the end of the bed, kneeling down, looking at me. I can’t really pinpoint how he’s feeling, which is weird. It’s a mix of excitement, arousal, uncertainty and shyness. If I really think about it, it kind of mimics how I’m feeling myself.

Good thing we have Remy to get this show on the road, because Chester and I would probably have an epic stare down if he didn’t.

“Open those pretty legs please,” he says and I’ve never been more self-conscious about spreading my legs in my life. Remy weaves his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp and distracting me for a moment.

Chester’s warm mouth lands on the inside of my knee, making me arch my back while a shiver runs down my spine. His hands stroke over my legs, creating a path his mouth follows. I bite my lip, closing my eyes in the process.

He slows down once his face is near my groin because I can feel him breathing on me. The shivers it gives me are ridiculous. Just a few minutes ago I was freaking out, and now I can’t for the life of me think of something I want more than this. Feeling Remy pressed against me, being with us in this moment, somehow just fits.

My eyes jerk open when I feel Chester’s tongue against my ass, working its way over that hole. It’s a warm, wet, gentle kind of feeling that I’ve never experienced before, and certainly wasn’t expecting now. I’m so surprised I don’t even feel what he’s doing exactly. Big blue eyes looking up at me between my legs mirror my own surprise.

“What’s that?” I ask him hoarsely.

He stops for a moment, raising his head. “Me doing what I know.”

Remy chuckles. “That’s taking it quite literally, love.”

He shrugs, then lowers himself back onto me. The sensation of it makes me want to roll my eyes back, but I’m too aware of myself to give in to it. “Wait,” I manage to stumble out, trying to get my body back from him, “are you sure? What if that’s not hygienic?”

Chester just grabs my thighs and pulls me closer against him, not even giving me an answer and starts licking the tender skin again.

“Most fun things in life are a little unhygienic,” Remy says, lowering his voice. “And you’re still damp from the shower. If there’s ever a time it would be now.”

It’s not often I feel inexperienced in the bedroom. I thought I’d outgrown this phase. But these men have widely different experiences that I’ve yet to discover. He takes his time, softly licking, working his way up more and more. Remy sticks his hands under my arms and seeks out my nipples, which he starts teasing. The sensations take over my body, relaxing me in such a way my eyes fall closed again.

Things always seem more intense in the dark and I feel the muscles between my legs subtract. There are little stars in my vision, even though I can’t see anything.

“Now work your way up,” Remy tells Chester. “You can’t screw it up. Just listen to what her body tells you. Her body sings so pretty to your touch.” The things his voice does to me should be illegal and I bask in the feeling it gives me.

Chester tentatively works his way up, letting his tongue glide through my folds. He licks over my opening, sucks in the surrounding area. I arch into him, biting my bottom lip. He licks up, grazes my clit and goes further on his exploration.

“That’s it,” Remy says in a tone so calm it’s like he’s trying to soothe a wild animal. “See the way her breath hitches when you reach the top? How her leg twitches ever so slightly?”

Goosebumps form on my arms. It’s all too much: Remy’s warm body behind me, his hard on pressing between my shoulders, his calloused fingers on my nipples, the firm grip of Chester’s fingers on my thighs, the slight tickle of his hair against my legs, his mouth on my pussy. The arousal, the anticipation, the nerves, the excitement, the ecstasy. A long moan leaves my mouth, one of my hands finding Remy’s head behind me, the other tangling in Chester’s hair.

“Keep doing what you’re doing, love.”

Chester sucks my clit in, bites on it and then eases the hurt by licking it. My legs lock around his head when a familiar warmth spreads through my body and I hold back a stifled moan. He lets go of my thigh and carefully presses against my opening. I’m so wet he glides in without any trouble, somehow making him hum - which in response gets me dangerously close to the edge.

“Now, those little sounds? I bet you recognize those?” Remy whispers, the sound of his voice enveloping me like a warm blanket. “She’s close. You can either keep going, make her shatter, or stop.”

Just the idea of him stopping makes me anxious. I’m chasing the feeling, hoping he won’t stop or I can climax before he decides to. I’m just realizing that Remy can hear the music my body produces better than I can and he’ll probably tattle on me when I try to sneak into an orgasm.

“Think she tastes sweet now? Wait until she comes. You can taste it, did you know that? Something about the hormones that come with relief changing the way she tastes.”

“Oh God,” I breathe out.

Chester adds another finger, his tongue hitting all the right spots - kissing and sucking and licking and nipping.

“Please don’t stop.”

“You heard the woman,” Remy growls, the timbre of his voice giving me an extra impulse. “Make her come, love.”

Chester hums and somehow I take it as a cue to open my eyes, only to find him staring right back at me. My body tenses, the muscles on my belly tightening and my breath hitches. The look he gives me creates sparks, and I can’t tear myself away from it.

“That’s it, ma luciole. Show him how pretty you fall apart. He’s got the best seat in the house. Nothing beats watching you crumble from right between your legs.”

And that’s it. My body contorts while I start convulsing, my eyes falling shut while wave after wave of pleasure ripple through my body. The sounds I was making all along no longer leave my mouth, as I’m stuck in a silent cry of infinite satisfaction.

“That’s it. Right fucking there, love. Can you taste it? Taste the pleasure that’s rolling through her. You did that.”

When I return back to Earth and I have some control over my body again, I’m out of breath. Every part of my body feels relaxed and heavy. When I open my eyes, Chester is still between my legs, still watching me like a hawk. At long last, he lifts his head, presses one last kiss to my overly sensitive clit, and starts sitting up on his knees.

I’m faced with his gray sweatpants and the hard bulge in it that can’t be missed. His lips are glistening and his eyes are hooded. I don’t know if it’s an orgasm-ignited hormonal shift, but to me he has never looked hotter. Here is a man who knows what he wants, in a body that I want to lick every inch of, looking like he’s about to devour me - which he has just done.

“Let me taste,” Remy growls. For just a second I don’t understand what he means, but then Chester crawls over my body, letting the edge of his sweatpants end up right in front of my face, while he lowers himself in a pushup over me and kisses Remy. It might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

I’m stuck between the bodies of two kissing men, various body parts rubbing all over me. Their teeth clank and when Chester bites down on Remy I almost lose it and moan. My hands wriggle between us and I find the edge of his sweatpants and shimmy it down. Knowing Chester it doesn’t even surprise me he’s going commando and I’m met with his hard cock. My hand wraps around it, my thumb searching out his piercing and starting to circle it.

“Fuck,” Chester grunts.

My impatience gets the better of me. “Why don’t both of you lose all unnecessary clothes?”

“Hmm, she’s getting bossy,” Remy answers, breaking his kiss with Chester. Chester lifts himself off both of us, getting out of reach leaving me behind feeling a little empty. Remy pushes me up and gets out from underneath me. Just like that they both strip and I’m left with a lot of hard muscle and testosterone.

I sit on my haunches in the middle of the bed, trying to figure out how this is going to go when I see Chester’s thinking face.

“What’s wrong?”

He grinds his teeth before he looks up, and he’s the frail boy I met all those years ago again. “You’re really okay with this?”

I squeeze my eyes. What about this whole situation is making him think I’m not okay with this?

“What do you mean?”

He inhales sharply as if he’s trying to find his courage. “Me and Remy. It’s one thing knowing, it’s a whole other thing seeing and partaking.”

Remy presses a kiss against my shoulder while I try to find a way to answer Chester, who seems to get more nervous every passing second.

“I’ve never seen two more beautiful people be together. I really don’t give a shit, Ches. Both of us know nothing about what it’s like to be in a steady relationship. All I know is the dynamic we’ve got going between all of us. And I like it. If anything, seeing you make your way through a bunch of hookups over the years has made it normal to see you kissing someone else.”

He seems to relax a little, crawling on the bed again.

“Okay, now that we’re all on the same page, we’re getting this show on the road,” Remy says, pushing me down between my shoulder blades so that I’m sitting on all fours. He grabs my hips, pushes my knees wide with his legs and lines himself up with me. My stomach contracts, feeling a happy nervous anticipation. I’m halfway into a smile when he fills me up in one swift movement and my mouth falls open instead.

He lets go of one of my hips, using it to grab my wet hair and wrapping it around his wrist.

“Get closer,” he commands Chester, who obliges and crawls towards me on the bed and sits up on his knees. Remy pulls my head back, only to push me down on Chester right away. I’m just in time to open my mouth and take him in. The steel of his piercing clashes with my teeth, but I don’t fight it. I try to relax my mouth, my body and my mind and let control be taken over.

“Fuck, I didn’t know you were so controlling,” Chester grunts, laying a hand on the side of my cheek. “You never were before.”

“Well,” Remy says, his voice deeper than it usually is, “you don’t get off on it. The vile little creature between us does.”

I want to protest, but I’m kind of having a cock pounded to the back of my throat making it impossible to react. Remy’s body slams against my ass with each thrust and I figure I’ll probably have some marks on my body tomorrow. He hits a certain spot in me that feels like it’s made especially for him to hit, as if we fit perfectly. My silent moans create a humming effect around Chester, who’s getting familiar with the back of my throat.

When he starts thrusting along with the pounding I’m getting while I’m bobbing along on his dick - at least somewhat consciously - I gag and my eyes water. Doesn’t hold them back in the slightest. I try to relax through it, letting my jaw slack and breathing through my nose. The idea of these two men going to town on me wrings my stomach in a delicious way.

We spent some time in perfect synchronicity, moaning, grunting and slapping sounds filling the room. The position of hands on my body constantly changes and I stop keeping track of who is being where - whoever it is, it’s all fine.

The carnal need the three of us found ourselves in ends when Remy pulls my hair so hard that Chester’s cock falls out of my mouth and I’m kneeling with my upper body pressed against Remy’s front. I’m seriously out of breath and I was under the impression that I had some good stamina.

Remy brings his mouth right beside my ear, his voice strained when he starts talking. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of fucking you. You feel too good. So I’m going to make you take everything I have to give you and fill you up.”

I throw my head back until it lands on his shoulder and close my eyes. A hand wraps around my neck, not cutting off my air, just laying there. Then Chester’s body is against mine, his nimble fingers finding my clit and rubbing circles over it. He pecks my jawline, my neck and my collarbone while Remy is chasing his orgasm. I grab his cock, giving it uncoordinated strokes and letting my thumb play with his piercing. Can’t really claim to be doing a good job, because I’m too distracted with everything that’s going on.

“Next time,” Chester grunts, rubbing me just in the right way, “it’s my turn to teach you something about the things I know. I’m going to stretch you, and prep you, as long as it takes for you to be able to take both of us at once.”

The sound of his deep voice telling me dirty promises makes my insides clench. It’s not just his words, it’s the possibilities his words create. They leave me with a longing, a curiosity. I want him to show me that stuff. He can have my all and I’d be damn certain he’s going to make it worth my while. I’m not the only one affected by it, because Remy’s body tenses and the sounds he produces tells me he’s found his climax. His body sings even more prettily for me than mine did for him if you ask me. He rides out the waves of his orgasm while he clings on to me like he will fall over if he’d let go. Sex with these two men is like freefalling anyway, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Just for a small instance I see clearly how special it is in this huge world to find not one but two men who manage to complete me so perfectly. The fact that I seem to have found a third person who could possibly go along on this rollercoaster ride is wild. That’s stuff that happens in books or in movies, not in real life.

When Remy seems to have caught his breath, he pulls out of me, whispering unintelligible things to me, but he keeps me upright in the same position all the same. Eventually he leans over my shoulder, captures Chester’s mouth and kisses him passionately. It’s a languid kiss, and all I can do is stare at them. They both seem to be lost in it, and a whole new fire is lit within me.

The twirling in my belly can only be described as a raging storm of butterflies. For years I thought I wasn’t able to have those feelings, but these last months have proven me wrong.

The position we’re in and gravity sticking to its laws leads to me feeling Remy’s cum leak out. It starts dribbling down my legs, and while I have no problem with it, having it there while both boys don’t seem to be done with me makes me kind of self-conscious.

Remy takes his hands up and starts twisting my nipples, coaxing a little yelp out of me.

“No longer like it rough?” he growls, breaking his kiss with Chester.

“Hell no, just sensitive.”

“Well, you’re not done yet, so prepare yourself.”

That’s all the warning I get before Chester takes his fingers off my clit and sticks them inside me.

“Ches,” I whisper.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing… Well…” he curls his fingers and hits a certain spot in me and now I just know he got some new tips and tricks from Remy. “Oh God.”

“You were saying?” he says when he kisses me on the soft spot beneath my ear that makes me go crazy. All the while his fingers keep pumping into me, making me want to stay in this moment forever. If this is what it’s like playing hookie, we’re doing it more often.

“Just that… it’s a bit of a mess down there…”

He pulls them out, smirks at me, shows me his glistening fingers and then puts them in his mouth. My eyes widen, and Remy full out laughs.

“Nothing new there for him,” Remy says while Chester and I keep our eyes locked. Fuck. That’s hotter than I thought.

His hand goes back down again, swipes over my thigh, scrapes off the cum that’s on my leg and sticks his now even dirtier fingers back inside me.

“At least with cum I know what I’m doing,” Chester says. He removes his hand again, grabs his dick and lines it up with my opening. In one fine move he enters me and starts fucking me. I can’t do anything but gasp while my eyes fall closed again.

Remy has me in a tight grip, keeping me up right, which is fine with me because I’m turning into jelly. My hips meet him thrust for thrust, my hands going through his hair, trying to pull him closer to me. Because it’s not enough, I still need more. I’ll always crave more of this. How the fuck did I manage to survive so long without it? Or was I just getting by before this, only to start really living since opening up my heart?

Remy drops one of his hands between our bodies and starts rubbing my clit in time with Chester’s thrusts. I moan against Chester’s lips, but it doesn’t do anything to stifle the sound. They’re answered by Chester’s own grunts, resonating through my body like listening to a particularly beautiful piece of music.

My legs start trembling and my belly clenches when fire spreads through me and I topple over the edge of the abyss, freefalling forever until I shatter into a million pieces. All I am right then is pleasure, as my muscles battle between being tense and relaxed. I can feel Chester’s piercing when I clamp down around him and he pushes through it, not letting up in the slightest.

My head falls against his shoulder when I start coming down, and he grabs hold of me to keep me there, all the while chasing his own release. I listen to a mixture of his sounds and the thumping of his heart, kissing his pecs and holding him for however long he needs. And when he does climax, both Remy and I hold onto him tightly while he silently cries out until eventually we all fall down.

I consider going back to sleep when we lie down in a heap of body parts. Nobody says anything - I guess we all said all the important stuff. But sleep has left me, and my stomach starts rumbling, demanding food. Which is always a good idea, but seems to be an even better one now that I’m not only hungover but thoroughly fucked as well.

“What are we eating?” I ask none of the two men in my bed in particular.

“Goddamnit woman, you’re insatiable,” Remy teases me.

I chuckle. “What. Not who. Food. Need food.”

“You’re our cook,” Chester pants, still catching his breath.

“Crap,” I say when I roll over Remy and get out of bed.