Chapter 1 #3
Have a threesome with Mitch and Ethan in the poolhouse?
I couldn’t even count how many times I'd masturbated to that particular fantasy over the past few weeks.
Singular, together, whatever, the thought turns me on.
Even being teased like this, pretending for one second that it might actually happen, makes the fact that my poolrat days are over after this worth it.
I'll never be able to face them again, now that they know, but at least I’ll spend the rest of my summer reliving these moments where they're both acting like they're actually attracted to me.
Ethan's arm tightened again, pressing me against him and I suddenly became very aware that maybe he wasn’t just pretending like he's attracted to me. Or, at the very least, he really likes having a girl's butt pressed up against him.
"Back off, Mitch."
At this point I was pretty close to swooning over the fact that Ethan's erection is pressing between my butt cheeks and against my lower back, so I'm having trouble formulating the thought that I should inform them that I don't want them to leave me alone.
Either of them. I'm pretty confused about what the heck is going on with them and why the sudden change.
Seriously, did knowing I read kinky literature somehow turn me into a sexpot in their eyes?
Far be it from me to argue if they are suddenly seeing me the way I see them.
"Come on, man. You just heard her admit she has fantasies about kinky threesomes with us. You've been crushing on her for years now, so you can't tell me you haven't been watching her the same way you did in high school. So, why not? We can make everyone's fantasies come true."
Say what now?
My head swivels up to stare at Ethan in complete shock when another one of those vibrating growls goes through his body, but not a word of protest passes his lips.
When he looks down at me, his cheeks are a dusky red, like he's blushing.
Then, before I can even think of how to ask all the questions that are filling my mind, he tosses my e-reader on the chair, grips my chin, and kisses me.
With my back still pressed against his front, there's nothing I can do but cling to his forearm and arch against him, as sizzling heat flashes through my body with a force that I've never known before.
Maybe he kissed me to keep me from asking questions.
Maybe just because he's turned on and I looked for him.
Do I really care about the reason?
No, no I do not.
I opened my mouth to kiss him back and his tongue thrust into mine. Oh jesus. My knees went weak and I was pretty sure that if he hadn't been holding me up that I actually would have fallen down in a pathetic heap at his feet. Ethan could kiss, and he tasted like mint and salt and summer.
Movement distracted me and suddenly Mitch was pressing against my front, his hands on my hips.
Ethan growled, breaking off the kiss.
"She said threesome," Mitch reminded him, a smile playing around his lips. "Do you want to try a threesome, Allie?"
Part of me wanted to say no, because Ethan really didn’t seem enamored of sharing—and holy crap what that did to my ego—and I've got a million questions for him.
.. but at the same I don't really know if I can trust what he "seems" like considering how much he used to tease and torment me in high school and how he's acted since the beginning of summer.
And when else would I ever get a chance to have a threesome with two men that I've fantasized about for years?
"Yes."
I feel like that's all I could say, like I was the modern-day Ado Annie... I can't say no.
But who would want to?
Another little growl and my head was tipped back and Ethan's mouth lowered to mine again. Possessive. Powerful. I moaned against his lips, one hand on his forearm, the other on Mitch's muscular chest as he pressed forward, his hands sliding up my sides, over Ethan's arms and to my breasts.
The thin cotton cover-up I’m wearing over my bikini might as well have been spiderwebs for all the protection it provides from the searing heat of his hands. Ethan held me even closer, his hand splaying almost possessively across my belly as it went lower, my fingers still wrapped around his wrist.
Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap...
I could seriously die happy right now.
Straps slid down my shoulders and then the front of my cover-up and my bikini were pulled down, baring my breasts.
Something must have alerted Ethan because he suddenly pulled his mouth away from mine and began to kiss down the side of my neck as I leaned my head back against his shoulder.
I knew, instinctively that the change in position is so that he could watch as Mitch squeezed and fondled my breasts.
My nipples felt so hard and swollen that I was afraid they might pop as his fingers tightened around them.
He watched every movement of my body, every expression as it flitted across my face when he pinches and twists my nipples. It should hurt, it almost does, but the utter, throbbing need that's pulsing in me has overwhelmed any other sensation.
Ethan's hand on my stomach slid down over my mound and his fingers pulled up the hem of my cover-up, bunching it in his palm until he could touch the silky fabric of my bathing suit bottoms.
I’m moaning, gyrating, completely lost in sensation between them.
Mitch reached down and took the bunched hem of my cover-up from Ethan and pulled it over my head.
I felt bereft without them for just a moment before both of them were pressing back against me, except this time I was kissing Mitch and Ethan was grinding his cock between the cheeks of my ass as he tugged at the strings of my bikini.
The kiss with Mitch is different. He's a damn good kisser, but he doesn't devour me the way Ethan had been. It's more practiced, more in control, and less passionate. Not that I really cared at this point, it was just something that I noticed in the back of my head while my body reigned supreme.
You know how people say that all the blood rushes to a guy's cock and he can only use one head at a time?
Well that's how I felt. My brain was still cataloguing events, still keeping track of what was going on, and filing away tidbits to think over later, but it wasn't really operating, if you know what I mean.
I felt like a wild animal, all reaction and instinct rather than logic and control.
My pussy was doing my thinking for me and it felt fantastic.
Teeth dug into my shoulder and I moaned into Mitch's mouth. Someone was feeling me up and I didn’t know if it was one or both of them.
I just knew that it felt fantastic as they squeezed my tits.
The kneading of my flesh soothed some of the aching inside me, but it also just made the throbbing need between my legs even worse.
Fingers slipped down the front of my lower belly and I could tell that the hand was coming from behind me, which meant that it was Ethan pushing his hand into my bathing suit bottom. Ethan who was touching the hot, wet folds of my pussy.
He groaned as his hand pushed forward and his fingers slid through the wet heat. "Fuck, she's soaked."
Pulling back, Mitch squeezed my breasts again, pinching my nipples between his fingers and tugging on them. It hurt so good, mingling with the heady pleasure of the way Ethan's fingers were rubbing against my swollen clit. "Is this as good as your fantasies, Allie?"
"Better." My voice was slurred from the pleasure and I couldn’t help but moan again as Mitch squeezed my nipples even tighter.
My back arched, thrusting my breasts out toward him to relieve the pressure and pushing the globes of my ass into Ethan.
He groaned and pressed back, his cock rubbing up and down the crack of my ass.
"What next?" Ethan asked, spinning me around to face him. His hands were on my hips, his face serious even as his eyes flick down to my breasts with the cherry red, jutting nipples. "What do you want us to do, Allie?"
I shuddered, letting my knees bend, sliding between his hands down to the ground. "I want to suck you."
Ethan moaned at my words, an immediate and instinctive reaction that sent me careening.
Fuck it was hot that just me saying that can get a rise out of him.
Although I supposed that I'd already gotten the rise, but still. I didn’t need to tell him twice either, he stripped out of his swimsuit so fast it probably set a world record.
His cock was beautiful. You weren’t really supposed to say that about a guy's cock, but it was true.
It's long and thick, jutting out from a neatly trimmed thatch of hair—and holy fuck, it’s hot when a guy takes care of his grooming down there?
That sexy stomach of his with all its muscles tapered down to the sexy male V of his hipbones and straight to the reddish cock that was pointing straight out me.
The entirety of the image actually makes my mouth water.
I reached out for him, wrapping my fingers around that hard, hot length and he groaned, letting me tug him forward.
The silky-soft skin moved beneath my palm around the steel-rod interior and a drop of fluid pooled at the tip.
My tongue flicked out to take a taste...
salty and sweet, and accompanied by a groan that made my insides clench.
Giving head was supposed to me a subservient move for a woman, but I felt like the powerful one, even though I was on my knees before him.
He was waiting for me, waiting for my mouth, waiting for my tongue and my touch.
And I got to explore and tease to my heart's content.
My tongue flicked out again as I looked up at him, meeting his eyes as I explored the sensitive head of his dick.
The intensity of his gaze as he stared down at me, his hands gently resting on my head, was everything I ever dreamed about.