17. You are a Dream
17
YOU ARE A DREAM
ANNA
K yle wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at the plain rug.
I swallowed, ignoring Caleb’s insistent knocking and threats being thrown at the sweet man sitting beside me on the edge of the bed. It hadn’t been twenty-four hours when I had Caleb on the same bed with me, his pretty face between my thighs.
I cleared my throat and focused on my sweet neighbor.
“Kyle.” I held his hand and squeezed it. His fingers were long and dexterous, his palm bigger than mine. “I have always liked you.”
His dark brown eyes peered from my lips to my eyes as I continued. “I mean, I’ve always found you handsome, but never acted on it.”
“Until today?”
I nodded. “Until today.”
His thumb was rubbing on my knuckles in slow circles, making me calm. I’ve always felt relaxed with him on my side. My head seemed quiet, and I could let go, knowing he’d take care of me.
He wasn’t like Caleb. Intense, dark and mischievous. He made me feel safe as well, but there was something hidden about him that it prevented me from fully letting go.
“You know we don’t have to do anything tonight, right?” Kyle asked, his eyes pinned on me as he squeezed my hand.
“But what if I want… something?” I asked my tall, handsome neighbor.
I remembered the day we moved into that house and met our neighbors. I was with Felix at that time and didn’t understand why Felix was against having Kyle or Jem babysitting Alice. But I could tell that my ex-husband was jealous of Kyle. Kyle was everything Felix wasn’t. Tall, handsome, with a financially stable job.
He swallowed, his Adam-apple bobbing up and down. “I called you… names before. I’m sorry if it felt like I was degrading you— I wasn’t . I was just?—”
“Kyle.” I cupped his cheek and said, “Shut up and call me whatever you want.”
His pupils dilated when I leaned up to kiss him. I didn’t have to get too close since he was craning down, wrapping an arm around my waist. Our lips met in a soft cadence, my heartbeat increasing with each swipe of his tongue on my bottom lip until I opened, and he was kissing me harder. His teeth pressed down on my lip, teasing me as I moaned into his mouth.
“Jesus, An,” Kyle whispered, pulling away. His glasses were foggy and lips pink. He cupped my cheeks and said, “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
“Me too,” I breathed out before he kissed me again.
He was such a skilled kisser. They both were, but Kyle was gentle, taking his time and teasing me until I was squirming in his large hands.
I licked my lips when he ran his hand through my hair, teasing the bun I had pinned that morning until my dark waves brushed my shoulder and back.
“ Gorgeous ,” he whispered as if he was talking to himself. “I can’t wait to see you take both of us, An.”
I gasped when he pinned me down on the bed, his obsidian eyes roving over my body, my dress that was tugged up to reveal my thighs.
“Fuck, look at you.” His voice was smoky and hoarse, making me shiver. He pinned my wrists above my head with one hand while the other ran down my waist to hips. “You are a dream, An.”
“Our slutty little dream, hm?”
We both snapped our heads at Caleb, who was standing by the bed, tugging off his suit jacket.
How the hell did he get in?
Kyle had the same thought as he asked, “How did you?—?”
Caleb shot him a dark look and said, “I have my ways.” He averted those eyes at me. With his piercings and tattoos, he looked like a predator watching his prey. I was sure he had the same effect on Kyle. “You’re a naughty girl for not unlocking the door for me. Should I punish you for it, pretty, hm? ”
I swallowed, my mouth dry, seeing two handsome men in my room.
And I was alone with them.
With the incredible sexual tension.
Kyle looked my way and said, “It’s all up to you, An.”
I needed them. I wanted to have fun. Let down my hair and do whatever I want for the first time in decades.
“I have a few rules,” I said, my voice sultry and breathy.
Kyle nodded and helped me sit up. Caleb was scowling, still upset about Kyle locking him out as he sat in the armchair. He had rolled the white shirt over his elbows, revealing his tattoos and veiny forearms.
I licked my lips. Anger looked hot on him.
“This is just for one night,” I said, taking a deep breath even though I felt like a lightweight. “It won’t happen again tomorrow or any time after today.”
“Okay, An.”
“No fun,” Caleb said, a pout on his lips.
We both ignored him, and I continued, “It stays between us. I don’t want… don’t want my kids or anyone to find out about… this .”
“What? That you like being worshipped by two hot, consenting adults?” Caleb asked, standing up and walking towards us.
Kyle started. “Caleb, she is a mother of two?—”
“Yeah, and that’s hot as fuck. I’m not going to tell everyone I had a threesome, but…”
“Caleb,” I said, standing up and held his hand. His fingers were lined with cold silver rings. “I don’t want Aaron to know about this, and I’m sure you feel the same way.”
His pout came back.
How can he be so cute and sexy at the same time?
“I don’t, but it’s not like he’d care. He’s married now, and he should be happy that his sexy mom has not one, but two hot young men pleasuring?—”
I shushed him with my index finger. “I don’t want my son to know I slept with his ex.”
“Sleep- ing . Not slept,” he corrected and bit my finger with a dark look on his face.
I felt a small smile tugging up the corner of my lips and pulled back my finger.
Kyle asked, “Anything else, An?”
I turned around and shook my head at him.
“What about me and him?” Caleb wrapped his arms around my waist with my back to him. He propped his chin on my shoulder and asked, “Do you mind if we play with each other?”
My cheeks heated. “I… I don’t mind.”
“ Dirty girl ,” Caleb whispered, pressing his hips against mine, letting me feel his hard boner. “Because I’m greedy and I can’t not fuck his handsome face.”
My pussy clenched at the image he formed in my head as Kyle’s face flushed, looking at both of us. He was getting hard as Caleb started tugging up my dress, his shoulder length dark hair tickling my neck.
“You’d like that, won’t you, pretty?” Caleb asked, stripping me out of the dress, leaving me in a matching set of pink lace bra and panties. “Fuck, mama.”
“Beautiful,” Kyle whispered, standing up. He leaned down and kissed me, “You are stunning, angel.”
I hummed in his kiss as four hands started gliding on my naked skin, making me feel overwhelmed and sensitive to their touch. I don’t know who unhooked my bra or who tore my panties, but I could hear their sighs and groans as they groped and touched me everywhere.
“I love your tits so much,” Caleb mumbled, his fingers pinching my nipple with the piercing as Kyle kissed down my neck. “I want Kyle to fuck your sopping pussy while I fuck them.”
“Shut up and make her feel good,” Kyle whispered, his fingers skimming down my abdomen, making my stomach flip.
“What do you think I’m doing? I can make her cum in seconds, but I’m taking my time?—”
“ Boys ,” I gasped, wriggling out from between them and swallowing at the sight in front of me. “It’s not a competition.”
“Of course it is,” Caleb replied.
“We want to make you feel good.”
“But I want you two to have fun.” I smiled at Kyle and said, “It’s not all about me.”
“C’mere.” Caleb didn’t wait and pulled me closer, his lips crashing against mine, his piercing feeling hot and cold against my lips.
I moaned when he grabbed Kyle and pulled us into our kiss. I was kissing both of them.
Caleb and Kyle.
I didn’t care who was kissing who as our hands started roaming everywhere and I found both of them harder than ever under their pants.
I couldn’t wait to take them.