Chapter 4
4
Bailey
I've never known just how seamlessly fantasy can blend with reality.
Until today.
I'm floating on a circular inflatable raft out on the lake. The sun is beating down on me, warming up my skin nicely. And every so often, my feet brush against the feet of one of the two giants I'm sharing the raft with.
I couldn't have come up with a better start to living out my threesome fantasy if I tried.
But this isn't that .
This is my two super hunky neighbors most likely taking pity on the foolish guy next door who was dumb enough to get his heart trampled on by a jerk not even worthy of it in the first place.
They're a couple. They probably already have fantastic sex. Why would they need anyone else?
"So, how long have you guys been together?" I ask, figuring the more I know about them, the more it'll help me tamp down my overactive imagination that has been driving me wild all week with fantasies of them exploring my body and fucking me in every position possible…as well as a few that were impossible but we somehow managed to make work.
They exchange another look. "Strictly speaking, we're not together-together," Duke answers slowly.
My eyes travel from Duke with his dark hair and dark eyes to Stellan with his dark-blond locks and eyes so green they almost look fake. They're each different, but both strikingly handsome in their own ways. Don't think I'd ever be able to choose one over the other if it ever came down to that.
"You're not?"
"No. We're best friends and soulmates, but, well…"
"We're a little unconventional," Stellan finishes for him.
Heat crawls up my body, and I tuck my feet under me. "Unconventional? How?"
Duke is pinning Stellan with the intense stare he gave him last weekend when we were talking by their pool.
"We love each other deeply," Stellan continues, ignoring Duke's intense reaction. "But ultimately, we're looking for a third person to share our lives with."
I slide my hand behind my back discreetly and pinch my skin above my hip. Nope. I am not dreaming. This is real, and the two sex gods I'm soaking up the sun with really did just say they're actively looking for a third person to make their relationship complete.
Mind. Officially. Blown.
"I see," I eke out.
"If you could please keep that to yourself," Duke says, frowning at Stellan before turning to me, his expression softening. "One of the reasons we chose to live here is because it's a small community known for people minding their own business."
"That is true," I agree. "Cumcircle is known for that."
Stellan snickers. "I still can't believe this place is called Cumcircle."
"Be glad for it," I tell him. "Look at our neighboring towns. They're inundated with tourists. Everyone leaves us alone because of the very family-unfriendly name, and yay for us because we get all of this to ourselves."
They nod in unison, taking in our gorgeous setting. The lake glistens under the blazing sun, the warm summer air hums with cicadas, and off in the distance, the call of a loon reverberates over the water. This place really is a hidden gem.
While they enjoy that view, I enjoy the much better one of the two of them. They're both shirtless and both impressively stacked with muscles. Huge arms, huge quads, and yeah, I may have snuck in a peek to confirm—huge bulges straining the fabric of their swim shorts.
Duke has a nice smattering of hair across his chest and slightly more padding around his belly while Stellan is smooth and slightly more defined. I've been daydreaming about them all week at work and giving Blaze and Ram, a.k.a. my two dildos, a solid workout in the evenings.
Both of them turn me on so much. They did from the very first moment we met. But I was with Conor then so I immediately shut my attraction down. Unlike some people, I believe in monogamy. But that didn't stop Conor from looking them up online and discovering they're former NHL hockey players. They played for the same team, and apparently, there were plenty of rumors about them being together, which they never confirmed. Now I understand why.
"We haven't made you uncomfortable, have we?" Duke asks, his gaze lingering like he's been watching me for a while.
"Oh, no. Not at all." My heart starts racing, and it feels like it suddenly got fifty degrees warmer out here. "I think it's…cool."
Cool?
Ugh. I couldn't sound lamer if I tried.
There's a sparkle in Stellan's eye. "Awesome. Glad you're cool with it," he teases playfully.
He sits up and moves forward toward the center of the raft. I stretch my legs out, and he lowers his hand, skimming his fingertips along the top of my shin. Duke notices and flicks Stellan's arm as if to stop him.
But I don't want him to stop touching me, so I lean forward and grab Duke's wrist. His gaze snaps to mine. I stare into his dark-oak eyes, then slowly shift my focus to Stellan.
I think I'm starting to pick up on their dynamic. Stellan's the impulsive one, Duke's more controlled. At least, I assume he's more controlled.
Unless he's not into me?
Deciding to test that theory out, I place Duke's hand on my other leg, curious to see what he does. For a while, nothing. He simply continues staring at me, but after a few moments, his rough, calloused palm moves up my calf.
I look at Stellan and quirk a brow, like I'm issuing him a silent challenge. His tongue peeks out the corner of his mouth as he joins Duke, softly rubbing up and down my legs.
Wow. This is really happening. I'm not imagining it. I currently have two gorgeous men stroking my legs. My body ignites, erupting in heat. This is something I've always wanted but been too afraid to pursue, too worried about other people's judgments, what they'll think of someone who deep down craves the touch and intimacy and connection of more than just one person.
I steady my breathing and try to sift through my racing thoughts. I know exactly where I'd like this to go, but am I brave enough to do it? I mean, they've already seen me through one of the most humiliating episodes of my life, I can't really embarrass myself any more.
I take a fortifying breath and remind myself they're looking for a third person. Then I bite down on my lower lip and spread my legs a little wider. A subtle invitation.
They exchange yet another look. As they do, I glance around, double-checking we're alone in this part of the lake. There are a few other boats and people about, but they're off way, way in the distance, way too far away to see what might be about to happen on this raft.
Stellan grazes my knee and toys with the hem of my board shorts. I smile, liking that he's the bolder one, the one who takes risks and goes for it. I'm already painfully hard in my boardies and so ready to be touched by these two.
But first…
I grab hold of their hands and, with a secure grip, hoist myself until I'm sitting in the middle of the raft with them in front of me. They shuffle in closer, too.
There's a way my threesome fantasy always begins, something I visualize in my mind's eye to kick things off.
"Kiss each other," I instruct, swiping my index finger along Stellan's lips and bringing it to Duke's. With no hesitation, Stellan grabs the back of Duke's neck and yanks him in for a hot, open-mouth kiss. Pre-cum oozes out of my cock and drips along my inner thigh. "That's so fucking hot."
They stop kissing and turn to look at me. "What's your next command?" Stellan asks with a sultry grin.
"Oh. I think that's pretty obvious." Copying Stellan's move, I curl one hand around his neck, the other around Duke's, and whisper, "Kiss me ."
That sultry grin grows into a full-blown devilish smile as both men advance. For a split second, I'm worried about the practical logistics of a three-way kiss, but Stellan and Duke come in nice and close, wrapping their arms around my upper back. I lean forward and slightly up just as they do the same, and I get my first taste of them.
Stellan's lips are slightly salty, and Duke's are plump and sweet. I close my eyes as a wave of arousal spills out of me in my shorts. Three tongues meet, tips of noses brush, chins touch, and an indescribable bliss washes over me.
A hand, I can't tell whose, slides down my back, over my hip, to my groin.
"Let us take care of you," Stellan says, and all I can do is hum my agreement.
"You're safe with us," Duke says, cupping my balls in his hefty palm.
"I know." I stare between the two men, their eyes filled with lust, my body ready to surrender to them. "I trust you. Both ."
They work together to unzip my shorts, and I lift up a little so they can slide them down my legs. My whole body is thrumming with anticipation. I can't believe I'm on the verge of living out my ultimate sexual fantasy.
And the best part?
I get to do it with two guys who I know will take proper care of me.