Chapter 22
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
MY OTHER SWEETHEART.
Juniper
Watching Dash kiss Sterling while touching him? Holy heck. To say it’s hot would be to devalue what it is, which is erotic, intoxicating and enthralling.
They’ve wanted to be together for so long, I’ve felt it, I’ve witnessed it. Lingered looks, slow-to-fade smiles, thoughtful notes, simple texts, quick phone calls, leaving special things for each other, remembering everything important to the other. Everything that transpires between two people deeply in want of one another.
Sterling, before Dash, lived alone for a long time, and often only had his brother around. He’s not used to affection and adoration, despite the fact he’s great at giving it.
He needs to be eased into the ideas that we want him and he can have us, two things he’s clearly been struggling with since the other night.
I wasn’t surprised when he walked out after our confession.
Dash’s hand comes to rest on the side of Sterling’s throat, his thumb resting tenderly over his pulse point. He strokes there, feeling Sterling’s nerves and angst. I know he feels it because I can see it, thrumming and pumping beneath his skin.
Still gripping Sterling’s cock with his other hand, he pulls back and I stand there, watching as their chests heave, their swollen lips part, a private conversation passing between their eyes.
“This feels like a dream,” Dash utters, vulnerability edging his tone.
“Why?” Sterling questions hoarsely.
“Because I’ve had this exact dream. I’ve wondered how your lips felt. How you kissed. I wondered what your breath would feel like against my face, and how you might look shirtless in bed after a long night. So either my dream has come true or I’m living in it. Either way…” he trails off, stroking Sterling one last time.
He releases Sterling and their hard cocks bob in tandem. Dash swallows and takes a timid step, causing his shaft to slide against Sterling’s.
I drape a hand over my pussy, trying to ease the mounting ache.
Dash tips his head back, blowing out a breath before looking down at his erection rubbing against Sterling’s.
Coming to stand next to them, I place my hand on Sterling’s shoulder, and appreciate the way his eyes stay on Dash’s.
“You always talk about Dash to me when it’s just us. And before I met him, he was all I heard about, wasn’t he?” I ask.
Sterling nods as Dash glances my way then back to Sterl. We’re on the brink of something, toeing the line to a life-changing night, I can feel it. And so can they.
“You always tell me what a good cop he is,” I hedge gently, moving my hand on his shoulder, kneading his nerves.
Sterling nods to confirm. “I do.” The rasp in his voice gives way to his vulnerability, and the expression on Dash’s face—full of awe and desire—has my heart hammering, my mouth dry.
“You’re always saying how thoughtful he is…” I add, looking between them.
“He never forgets anything important to me,” Sterling adds tenderly.
“I know. And you’re always saying how much you enjoy spending time with him,” I continue, at this point drunk from the way they’re staring at one another, their hard cocks sliding together with each small movement and subtle flex.
“Always,” Sterl responds quickly, speaking from his heart. Dash swallows, and I feel the weight of it between my legs.
“Did you like it when he kissed you?” I ask, walking my fingers down his shoulder, over his chest, playing with the flaxen curls dusting his pecs.
Sterling nods and I swear before the movement is done, Dash rushes him, their bodies pressed together, cocks smashed between them as they share a wet, open-mouthed kiss. Both of them are breathing hard and groaning when Dash pulls back. He looks at me, awe and happiness gleaming in his expression, and sticks his hand out. I take it, and Sterling and I do the same.
“I didn’t think a person could get this lucky once, much less twice, but here we are,” I tell them, because it’s clear now, despite the various ways we all process and get to our truths, that we share the desires. And the love.
Dash nods, bringing our joined hands to his lips to press a kiss to my knuckles.
We face Sterling. Looking down at our joined hands and our naked bodies, Sterl looks between us. “You two want to be with me?”
With the hand linked with Sterling’s, I place it over my heart. “We don’t work without you.” I kiss them both, then pose an important question. “Do you trust me?”
Dash and Sterling waste no time nodding in unison. “Yes.”
“Good, because I think the three of us can be so much more than friends.” As if they know I’ve got something up my nonexistent sleeve, they remain there, watching as I take a towel from the bathroom and return, carefully folding it in thirds. Placing it on the ground, I get to my knees between them.
The view from here is incredible. Muscles and meat, so much sexy man standing above me that my ovaries actually ache in my womb. Slowly, I wrap a palm around Dash’s cock, stroking him once as he groans. With my other hand, I take Sterling, holding his cock tightly as I pump him once, his foreskin sliding back. His cockhead appears, pink and wet, making my bottom lip burn with desire, and saliva pools in my mouth.
“Get closer,” I urge, my nipples so hard they ache.
Dash steps nearer and so does Sterling, the perfect amount. I blink up at Sterling, finding his cheeks ruddy and his eyes dark. From the exposed slit on his cock, his arousal beads. “You ready?” I ask him.
Without knowing what he’s ready for, I love that he simply knows he is ready. He trusts us both enough and vice versa.
Tugging his shaft, pulling his foreskin back, I curl my palm around their cockheads, squeezing them together. They’re both dripping and slick, and my squeeze causes an eruption of masculine groans.
Using my other hand, I stroke Sterling again, this time, using his foreskin to cover his cockhead and Dash’s.
“Oh fuck,” Dash groans, pressing his hand to his groin as he peers down at the sight between them. “That’s, holy shit,” he mumbles before sucking in a breath, likely trying to calm down.
I peer up at Sterling. I did this for a brief moment the other night, and they liked it. “How’s it feel?” I ask, because aside from a few noises, he’s been quiet compared to Dash.
His lips part and a small shudder erupts from him, a little laughter too. “Fuck.” That’s all he says, and in that one word spoken from a man who rarely curses, I know everything I need to know.
“Warm,” Dash says, layering his response with Sterling’s. “Good, so fucking good,” he breathes, the words wavering as he struggles with his restraint.
Carefully, I bring my mouth beneath where my men are joined, and slowly pull them apart, keeping my palms firmly wrapped around their cocks. Pulling Sterling’s foreskin back as I do, slowly, their glistening, swollen cockheads come into view, and I stick out my tongue to catch everything that Sterling’s foreskin held, the secret they shared when they were tucked in there together. Their need threads from their cocks to my tongue, pooling, clear, abundant and salty.
“So much excitement,” I say as I run my tongue along my lips, not losing a single drop of their precum. I love tasting them both at once, and when I imagine them leaking as their cocks pressed into each other, my own arousal blooms, making my cunt tingle.
“Oh Jesus, sweetheart,” Sterling rasps, but I keep my focus on them, now licking both of their tips at once. Dash grabs his cock from my mouth, clamping his fist around the head, stepping back.
His neck bears a flush as he feeds his free hand through his hair, pushing out a breath. “Ahh,” he half laughs, “I think I need a break.”
I get to my feet, climb onto the bed and bring my ass to the end, hooking my heels on the edge of the mattress.
“You’ll both get a break now.” I smile at them over the terrain of my naked, aroused body. My nipples are tight nubs, my center swollen and nearly red with how needy I am. Their eyes rake over me, but after holding them that way, seeing how wet they get for each other, I need relief and I need it now.
“On your knees, both of you, and grab one of my knees. Now.” Sterling carefully gets to his knees, grabbing the edge of the bed as he bends his frame. His hefty cock and meaty balls swing around as he does, cockhead still peeking out of his foreskin. A bead of liquid streams down his shaft, curving around the thick veins, bleeding into the flaxen, trimmed nest of hair below.
Dash does the same, keeping his eyes closed, his cock no longer in his hand. Once four big hands are gripping my knees and thighs, I push to my elbows to peer down at them.
“Sterling,” I whisper, drawing out his name as he peeks down at my pussy, spread wide for him. “You first. Then Dash. I want you to go back and forth until I come.” I look at Dash, his features screwed up with need. “While he licks me between my legs, I want you to put your hand on the back of his head.”
Dash nods, and with baited eye contact, I urge Sterling to taste me. “I’m ready for your mouth, Sterl,” I whisper. A groan rumbles through his broad chest before he dives down, pressing his mouth to my clit.
He starts with a few gentle sucks of my clit between his teeth, which has my back arching off the bed immediately. When I reopen my eyes, trying desperately to acclimate to the pleasure, I see Dash doing just as I said, peering over Sterling’s shoulder, his hand gently kneading the back of Sterl’s head, holding his face in my cunt.
“You two,” I breathe, my legs already threatening to shake all around them. “Oh my god,” I moan. “I wish you could see my view. You two are so hot.”
Sterling swirls his tongue around my clit, then nibbles gently at my lips, sucking each into his mouth as one of his thick digits circles my opening. “Sterl, yes, oh my god,” I pant, gripping the sheets until my knuckles ache. Dash’s eyes are hooded, fixed at the place Sterling and I meet, watching intently as his best friend pleasures me.
“How do you feel?” I ask as I pant and moan. “How do you like watching him between my legs?”
Dash swallows thickly, not taking his eyes off the feast. “I like it,” he breathes, “I like it, but I need a taste.” His hand slides from Sterling’s hair to his neck where he grips him the way only men do. Leaning to the back of Sterl’s ear, Dash utters, “My turn, sweetheart. ”
Sterling growls into my cunt as he takes a final, toe-curling lick. He pulls back, panting, lips swollen and shiny, nodding to Dash, passing the proverbial baton.
“Wait,” I breathe, despite the fact that the pulsing need between my legs is truly agonizing without his mouth. “Before you taste me,” I tell Dash, an erogenous smile lifting my lips. “Kiss him.”
This time, there is zero hesitancy as Dash crashes his mouth against Sterling’s, cupping his face in his hands. Pushing up to my palms, I peer down to steal a salacious glance at the way their dripping cocks slide against one another’s. This is the stuff my fantasies are made of.
“I’m feeling jealous,” I say both teasingly and seriously, causing Dash to end the passionate kiss. His smirk disappears between my legs, guided by Sterling’s hand pressed into the back of his head, just like I asked.
Falling back into the mattress, I nearly lose my mind as Sterling begins unexpectedly dirty talking.
“Her pussy tastes like sugar, doesn’t it?”
“You like when D licks you, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Make her legs shake, Dash. Eat her up. Don’t let a drop go to waste. You’re doing so good.”
Being praised gets me going but listening to Sterling praise Dash is another thing.
“Oh god,” I breathe, reaching down to swipe at the head of hair between my thighs. Sterling catches my fingers and places them on my breast. “I’ll guide him. You keep your hands on those beautiful tits.”
Another gentle shove and Dash nips my clit with his nose. His tongue makes deep strides inside me, making my spine arch and my toes curl. “I’m gonna come,” I manage to spit out, my mind going dark as pressure and heat build to unimaginable lengths inside me. “Now, now, now,” I pant, gripping my breasts so hard that Sterl places his hand over one of mine, making me release my grip. I blink open just as the first clenching wave hits, and watch Sterling knead my breast and Dash’s head.
“Eat her through it, D,” he advises, his voice strained and low. “Come hard for him, show us how hard we make you come,” he adds, causing my head to tip back.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moan, pulling my chin to my chest, forcing myself to capture the sight. It’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. My shoulders tremble as the high crests, leaving my body shaky and weak, sweat glittering along my flesh.
When the last rush of need courses through me, my toes uncurl and my shoulders slump.
It was the best orgasm ever, but my appetite for them is still roaring.
“Sterl,” I breathe as he strokes his hand through my hair, now at my side as Dash wipes us up at the foot of the bed.
“You look like a queen,” he whispers, leaning down, stealing a kiss from me. My chest warms.
“Get on your back in the center of the bed.”
I roll over, making my spot available to him. “Here,” I pat the mattress.
With precum running down his shaft, he holds himself as he knees onto the bed, settling in just where I told him. When he’s in position, I climb onto the bed over him, pinching his hips with my knees. “Dash,” I call back, “come behind me.”
Sterling and I lock eyes. “I want you both inside of me,” I breathe as Dash’s hands come to my hips. Hovering above Sterl’s cock, a niggle of discomfort worms up my back. I want to have them bare, raw, with nothing between us. Bare is making love . Protection means there’s something between us and we have an out, like we can walk away from this at any point.
I don’t want that.
“I’m negative for any STDs,” I whisper, vulnerability snaking my spine. If they don’t want to have unprotected sex, we won’t. I will only do what they’re comfortable with. But in my soul and bones, I know they’re my future. I want them bare, and their cum is mine, and the idea of them filling condoms instead of me nearly brings tears to my eyes. “I want you both bare.”
Sterling’s eyes hold mine and all of me believes he understands what I’m saying, despite the fact I hover over his cock staying silent, waiting for a response.
I twist my head to kiss Dash. His lips are soft and salty, and my stomach clenches at the way he moans into my mouth when we part. “I’ll take you bare,” he whispers, “Sterling, too.”
With my focus on Sterling, I watch him lock on Dash behind me. His eyes follow Dash’s hands curving and gripping my shoulders, his lips along the side of my neck. Sterling’s hard cock pressed against my clit as Dash holds my hair, working his mouth down my shoulder.
“Will you both have me?” I ask, arousal running rampant as Dash’s cock presses into me from behind, Sterling’s from below.
Sterling’s swallow is loud, and he nods against the pillows. “Yes.” He reaches for the drawer near the bed, but I stop him. His brow furrows. “Just lube, not a condom.” Still, I didn’t want lube. I’m dripping, soaked, drenched and swollen. I can handle both of them without help. I know I can.
Dash’s lips nip at the back of my ear. “I know you want it to be just the three of us, but we need lube if both of our big cocks are going to fit in this sugar sweet little box of yours, baby.”
From behind, Dash reaches through my legs and takes Sterling in his hand, rubbing his cock against my clit, making us moan.
My lids grow heavy as Dash uses Sterling to tease me, and I don’t know what’s turning me on more, Dash so freely touching him, or Sterling watching it all play out. Sterling pops open the lid on the lube from the side table. I’ve only ever used that lube on myself.
Sterling fills his palm with cool liquid and reaches around me to pass the bottle to Dash. The slick swish of them stroking palmfuls of lube up their aching dicks has the pressure between my legs flaring. Sterl’s strong hands come to my thighs and I watch the twist of muscle beneath flesh in his shoulders and chest as he lifts me.
As if they’ve choreographed this moment, Dash reaches between my body and Sterling’s, grabbing Sterl’s cock. Positioning his crown at my swollen center, Dash’s lips come back to my ear, whispering, “Sterl’s gonna lower you down little by little. You say red if we’re too much.”
There’s movement behind me and then two slick, dripping cocks are pushing up into me, my cunt burning at the immediate stretch to accommodate just their heads.
“Gonna ease you down,” Sterl says, his nostrils flaring as he slowly lowers me, his eyes set on Dash’s hand keeping their cocks trapped together beneath me.
Pulling my bottom lip under my teeth, I reach back, finding Dash’s head, and pull his lips to the back of my neck. With my other hand, I reach forward, bracing it on Sterling’s belly, loving the feel of his wiry hair beneath my fingers. I love feeling them in my hands, and pushing inside of me, too.
“How you doin’, sweetheart?” Sterl inquires as he lowers me a tad more, feeding me another inch of their cocks. From behind me, Dash curses, his teeth sinking into my shoulder.
“Struggling,” he groans.
Sterl laughs, rough and tumble. “My other sweetheart,” he says.
Despite the rush of pain as Sterl sinks me further and further, I smile down at him. “I’m okay. The pain is worth it if I get to feel you both at once.” I bite my lip. “How much more?”
“Mmm, we’re nearly halfway,” Dash moans, now cupping my breasts with his hands as his hips stay still, letting Sterl do all the guiding.
“Tell me,” I whisper between them. “Tell me what it feels like.” I pose the question to both of them, but Sterling lowers me all the way down, and a collective hushed groan sweeps the room.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Dash grumbles behind me. “So fucking tight. Oh god.”
Sterling’s jaw is tight, his nostrils flaring. “Fuck,” is all he can manage.
“Tell me,” I breathe, letting the burning pain of fullness twist into a heady high. The men I love are both inside me, naked, touching each other, throbbing. So. Fucking. Hot. “How does he feel?” I ask Sterl as I very slowly begin to move my hips.
His hands slide up my thighs to grip my hips as Dash’s thumb and forefingers begin plucking at my nipples.
“Slick,” Dash moans.
“Hot,” Sterling manages as he watches his best friend cup my breasts and tease my nipples.
“Do you like feeling him while you’re inside of me?” I ask, the question floating between us as I find slight momentum, moving against their cocks, my clit blooming each time it presses against Sterling’s groin.
Sterl finds my clit with his thumb and strokes. “You both feel so fucking good,” he manages, his blown pupils telling me he’s on the edge already.
So am I. And when Dash’s lips crash down on my shoulder, pressing hot kisses along my damp flesh, I know he’s riding the edge too. His breath skates over my skin, heated and rushed. “This is the best sex I’ve ever had,” he murmurs as he traverses his tongue along my throat.
Despite the ache of being stretched, the burn of being stuffed so ridiculously full, everything feels better than it ever has with any toy.
“I’m happy you’re both my firsts,” I breathe, insecurity winding through me as my only other secret comes out.
At once, their soft thrusting halts, and so do my roving hips. Sterling’s eyes search mine, but he begins breathing much harder, his chest rising with power, collapsing with shock on every breath. “ What? ” he breathes.
Dash palms my breasts, no tweaking or rubbing as he groans, “ Juniper. ”
I lick my lips, embarrassed to admit that no man has ever made love to me in my thirty-two years. I lost my hymen years ago because sex toys have helped me keep my partial sanity. But in the flesh with another? Never.
I shake my head. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner. I was afraid?—”
Beneath me, Sterling’s hips thrust upward, and from behind, in unison, Dash’s do the same.
“Sweetheart,” Sterling breathes. “How could you have made it through this world all these years without a man making it inside you, hmm? You’re perfect.”
My chest heats and my nipples grow plucky at his praise. I know I am not the perfect woman. You know, the murder and all. But the fact that they think I’m perfect is everything I need to keep riding.
Rolling my hips, I hold Dash’s head against mine and cling to Sterl’s chest, grinding and riding. “Please. Both of you, come deep. I’ve waited so long to be a full, dripping mess. I’ve waited so long,” I breathe, my body almost erupting at just the thought of being filled up by them.
My best friends. My partners in crime.
And now? My lovers.
“Baby,” Dash groans, the slide of his hard length against Sterling’s deep in my cunt making my stomach clench. They’re so thick and long, I can’t believe they’re both inside of me, pumping and leaking. It is a blissful, dizzying reality.
“Fill me up,” I moan, a hungry plea in my voice. “Please, please, please, fill me full, fill me deep, I need both of you to fuck me. Please,” I whimper, my begging growing needy and frantic. The pulsing in my groin is undeniable, and the need to have them come deep in my womb is overwhelming. “Please, please, please.” I shudder as the first feral groan tears through the space, filling the room with a desperate echo.
“I’m gonna come for you, Juni,” Dash groans, his thrusts growing sloppy and frantic. “Fuck, Sterl, your cock is fucking thick, it feels so goddamn good against mine, inside our girl.”
Our girl. The teenager inside me, the one who longed for love, squeals. I’ve pined. I’ve drawn their names in cursive inside hearts on jam recipes. I’ve held their hands while secretly doing Kegels to ease the hunger. I’ve loved them as friends when all I’ve wanted was more. And now they’re inside me, erupting, giving me the most intimate part of themselves, while calling me theirs.
“I’m gonna come,” I moan, the moment too big, too important, and I’m too in love, too horny, too needy to hold back. “Dash,” I moan, “Sterl,” I whimper.
A shot of heat tears through my hips as Dash’s movements stutter to a halt. The pulsing inside me is his cock, I realize, by the way he grunts and curses that he’s the one coming. Another and another, he twitches and throbs as he empties himself deep inside me, all the while Sterl still slowly thrusts against him.
“Fucking hell,” Sterl grunts, closing his eyes a moment. But if he’s searching for composure, he doesn’t find it. A moment later and his teeth are bared, his eyes open, voice raw. “I feel his cum inside you, sweetheart. Feels so good, too good. Need to come,” he draws out, rough and raspy.
“Come, I wanna feel you,” I tell him as my pussy milks them. My orgasm crests and my mind goes dark, then Sterling slows. He stops. He swells.
“Fuuuuck.” His release tears through my womb as his roar devours the room. “Take it, baby,” he grits out, thrusting his hips up, his cockhead nudging my sweet spot, making me buckle at the waist. I topple against his chest as a second orgasm hits, causing me to cry and moan against his furry chest. Dash’s hands work my back as he slowly pumps in and out against Sterling’s still throbbing cock.
When I’ve caught my breath, I manage to open my eyes, blinking at the linen curtain swaying against the window overlooking my yard. It’s a beautiful afternoon and despite the chaos recently, today has been utterly perfect.
Dash and Sterl both give my bottom a swat, and Sterling’s fingers curl into my underside gently. “Up, sweetheart.”
A tired moan slips out of me, sounding more like a whimpered complaint than anything. “I’m so comfy.”
“We gotta clean you up,” Sterl says, carefully shifting to lower me to the mattress as he slides off the bed, getting to his feet.
Dash appears between my legs, a grin on his face, dark hair sticking up everywhere, his forehead damp. “I’m gonna clean you up, but it’s gonna be cold,” he gently warns.
I nod and suck in a sharp breath as the damp, cold terry is pressed against my used, aching pussy. As the high of orgasm wanes, fatigue sets in. Something else, too.
I peer down at Dash, then over at Sterling who is gathering clothes for me from my dresser. He brings back leggings, a pair of panties and a crop t-shirt, the one I always make jam in. Positioning himself behind me, he slips the shirt over my head, careful as he pulls my hair from the pinched neckline, draping it over my shoulder. After passing Dash my panties and leggings, Sterling talks softly into my ear as his best friend dresses my lower half.
“Juniper, your first time shouldn’t?—”
Sitting up, I twist in his arms, causing Dash to halt, his hands working my leggings up around my calf. “Shouldn’t have been with two guys?”
Sterling nods once. “That was too much for your first time. I’m afraid we hurt you. I’m afraid it was too much.”
“I wanted it to hurt. I wanted it to be too much. Because that’s how it’s gonna be forever, so I need to get used to it. And it felt good. Even though it hurt for a second, it felt so good. It was the best thing I’ve ever felt. The best thing I’ve ever experienced. So don’t lessen the moment. I wanted you both to be my first.”
“The woman knows what she wants, baby,” Dash says, passing Sterl a smile and a wink. I love how their affection blooms each moment, growing bigger, more visible, stronger. I know it’s new for them, but I’m honored to watch them grow and flourish in their new dynamic. Our new dynamic.
After Dash gets my pants on, they take turns using the restroom, but both come back to my bed naked.
“I consider it an honor that we were the first to discover you, Juniper,” Sterling says, turning onto his side to face me, stuffing his hand beneath a pillow.
I lean in and kiss him, pulling Dash flush to my back from behind. Dash kisses the top of my shoulder as I reach out, draping my arm over Sterling’s chest as he rolls onto his back.
And we fall asleep like that, a tangle of friendship and more.