27. Aubree
TWENTY-SEVEN
As I lie still, my chest rising and falling in quick succession, the bed dips, and then there’s some shuffling. I listen intently since my vision is gone, wanting to know what’s going on, unsure why the guys wanted me blindfolded.
Until my panties glide down my legs and fingers wrap around each of my thighs, spreading them open, and then it hits me—I have no idea who’s touching me, whose lips are trailing soft kisses up the inside of my thigh. They did this to take the choice out of my hands. So I don’t have to decide between the two of them. They did this for me because they understand and accept that I care about them both.
Raw emotion clogs my throat, and I swallow it down. Despite my eyes being covered, I close my eyelids and relax, allowing my other senses to take over.
A warm tongue slides between my folds, licking and teasing, as another tongue glides across my neck and chest. A hand slides under my back, and my bra is undone and removed. And then a mouth is on my taut nipple, sucking and biting. Fingers pinch my other nipple, rolling and tugging on it. I arch my back and moan, wanting more, needing more.
A tongue slides up my center and lands on my clit. At the same time, two fingers push deep inside me.
“Oh, God,” I breathe, overwhelmed in the best way. “I want your dicks,” I moan, my hand grabbing for the guy closest to me. When I’m met with nothing but flesh, I realize they took off their clothes.
Words aren’t spoken by either of them—so I can’t tell who’s who—but when a hard, thick cock slides against my open palm, I know it’s his way of giving me permission to participate. I can’t see, but I can feel the beaded pre-cum on the tip. I use it to help lubricate his hard length, stroking him up and down, getting him even harder.
I lean over slightly, guiding the shaft into my mouth and darting my tongue out to lick the smooth head. Fingers fist my hair, and I know… I fucking know I’m sucking Hayden’s dick.
The tongue licking my clit slows down, massaging gentle circles that have my legs clenching while the fingers—I’d bet my life are Brody’s—curl upward. And then fingers pinch my nipples hard. It all feels too good, becomes too much, and with Hayden’s dick in my mouth, I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life. I take his shaft all the way down my throat as my body spasms so hard, my legs shake, and my center clenches around Brody’s fingers.
And then the fingers and tongue and cock are gone. I lie quietly, working on catching my breath while I wait to see what’ll happen next.
A few seconds later, soft lips are on mine, coaxing my mouth open. There’s an urgency in the kiss—desire…need. I kiss him back and am about to wrap my arms around his neck when my hands are stopped and lifted above my head, silently conveying not to touch so I can’t know who is on top of me and who’s next to me.
My thighs are parted more, and a hard cock enters me slowly and deeply. I groan into his mouth, taking him inside me, inch by delicious inch with nothing between us. A mouth goes to my breast, sucking on my nipple, and I realize the man who’s kissing me isn’t the one who’s inside me.
The hands holding my own—the hands that belong to the man kissing me—thread their fingers through mine so we’re connected. I might only be having sex with one of them, but they’re both making love to me in their own ways. With their lips and tongues and hands and cock.
With each languid thrust, each fiery kiss, each sensual touch, I feel every ounce of want and desire and love emanating off them. My second orgasm creeps toward the edge, building slowly, and then I fall, my body soaring through the clouds. Stars dance across my closed lids, and my inner walls grip the cock inside me like a vise. Since I don’t know whose name to call out, I scream God’s name in vain as my climax overtakes my entire body.
I’ve barely landed back on earth when the bed shifts. The cock buried deep inside me slides out, and the hands holding mine release me.
I assume it’s over, and I’m about to tell them how amazing it was when hands grip the curve of my hips and flip me over like I weigh nothing. My body moves with ease, my forearms and knees hitting the mattress.
My legs are spread—and I note the cum dripping down the insides of my thighs—and then another cock enters me from behind so hard and deep, causing my body to surge forward.
Fingers gently grip my chin and lift my face upward, and then a mouth is on mine, kissing me softly, passionately. I’m so lost in the kiss that I gasp out loud when a hand slaps my ass cheek, the cracking sound filling the quiet room. And I know who’s fucking me and who’s kissing me. I don’t need to see to feel.
Hayden fucks me hard from behind, one hand gripping the flesh of my ass and the other my hip, while Brody kisses me. It doesn’t take long before another orgasm begins to work its way up. This one is different from the others. It’s buried deep within me, pushing, climbing, clawing its way higher and higher.
As if Hayden can sense my struggle, his fingers slide around my hip to my front and land on my clit. Using my juices, he circles the sensitive nub, and a few thrusts later, my pussy constricts around his dick, trembling in pleasure. Hayden’s movements turn erratic, his fingers on my hip dig into my flesh almost painfully, and then he explodes inside me.
My juices, mixed with theirs, drip out of me and down my legs, and when he pulls out, I break my kiss with Brody and fall onto the bed, satiated and exhausted. I don’t even bother to remove the blindfold, simply content to lie here and revel in what we just did—what they just did to me.
A few minutes—or hell, maybe hours—later, the blindfold is removed, and both guys are standing in front of me, stark naked.
“So?” Brody asks. “How was it?”
I glance from him to Hayden, who’s tugging on his bottom lip, and get a sense that they’re nervous. As if they could believe for even a second that I didn’t just enjoy everything that happened.
“When I’ve gotten some sleep, I’m going to demand we do that again and again,” I tell them. Both their faces split into the most adorable grins, and I can visibly see they’re relieved.
“But first,” I say with a sigh. “I need a shower.”
I slide to the edge of the bed and am about to stand when Hayden lifts me into his arms, bridal style. I screech, shocked at how easily the guys can carry me when I know I’m not light, and then his mouth is on mine, silencing me as he walks us to the bathroom.
Brody turns the water on, and once steam billows out of the shower, Hayden sets me inside on the bench.
The guys go about washing my hair and body, and I let them, still spent from the three orgasms they pulled out of me. I had no idea I could even come that many times or that sex could be that freaking good. The thought has me frowning, and Brody must notice because he bends in front of me and palms the side of my face.
“What’s going through your head?” he asks gently. I’m about to tell him nothing, but before I can get the words out, he adds, “And don’t say nothing. Remember what you said. In order for this to work, we have to communicate honestly.”
I nod in agreement. “I was just thinking how that was the best sex of my life.”
Brody grins. “The first or second time?”
I snort out a laugh because they think I don’t know who went first. “The second,” I say, just to mess with him. “The first guy sucked.” Hayden barks out a laugh, and Brody frowns.
“I’m kidding,” I tell him. “I appreciate what you guys did so I wouldn’t have to choose, but I know it was you who went first and Hayden second.” I frame Brody’s face with my hands. “I know your touch. How you kiss. I don’t need to see you to know how you feel.” I look at Hayden. “You both were amazing in your own ways.”
My eyes go back to Brody. “I love that I get soft and gentle with you.” I run my fingers through his wet hair. “It makes me feel cherished.”
I reach out for Hayden’s hand, and he gives it to me, stepping next to Brody and then bending at my level. “And I love that when I’m with you, you’re rough and passionate. It makes me feel desired.” My gaze flits between the two of them. “You both make me feel wanted and loved. I feel like I have the best of both worlds.”
“Then why did you look upset?” Brody asks thoughtfully.
“Because when I was thinking about how perfect tonight was and how amazing the sex was… with both of you”—Brody smirks and Hayden grins, and I roll my eyes—“my first thought was that I’ve never experienced sex like that, ever. And then it hit me that by thinking that, I was inadvertently saying sex with you guys was better than with Pete.” I drop my eyes to my lap, hating that I’m comparing them. It’s not fair to any of them.
“Hey,” Hayden says, lifting my chin. “It’s not better or worse. It’s different. You were young, and then you guys had kids. There’s nobody here to interrupt us. No stress from life. You were able to enjoy it.”
With every word Hayden speaks, I fall harder for him. For the man who cares about me enough to defend my late husband, knowing how hard moving on is for me.
“So what you’re saying is, once my kids are home, the sex will suck?” I ask jokingly to lighten the mood.
“Fuck no,” Brody says, shaking his head. “It just means we’ll be sneaking around and having quickies.” He winks playfully, and I laugh, thankful for the mood shift.
“In all seriousness,” Brody adds, “you’re older, and you know your body better. Sex in our younger days was different and more awkward. Hayden used to come in like two seconds flat.”
“Fuck you!” Hayden barks through his laughter, smacking Brody in the back of the head. “I easily outfucked you in our college days, and I’ll outfuck you now.”
“I’m totally game for testing this out,” I say, bobbing my head for emphasis and making both guys chuckle.
“Later,” Hayden says. “Right now, we need to finish showering and get some sleep. We have plans tomorrow that involve us getting up early.”
“Plans for the Fourth of July?” I ask. “Where? What are we doing?”
“It’s a surprise,” Brody says, giving me a chaste kiss. “You’ll see in the morning.”