18. What You Taste Like – Mar
CHAPTER 18
WHAT YOU TASTE LIKE
MAR
Sihn’s message comes through when I’m dropping Mom and Dad off at the airport, so I wait until I stop at a gas station before I check what he sent. My heart is fluttering in my chest. I’ve been impatiently waiting for him to reach out.
Sihn: I know it’s sort of last minute, but would you want to go for a hike and then possibly go back to my place tomorrow evening?
I don’t think I’ve ever had a guy ask me on a hike.
Me: Sure, but just know that me agreeing to a hike is more just me agreeing to like walk for maybe twenty minutes. I’m not going to pretend I like to hike because I don’t.
Sihn: No worries. I just didn’t want you to think the only reason I want you around is to get in your pants. I mean, I would like that too, but I also just want to be around you. It feels good when we’re together.
Me: I’m free and down for whatever.
After I send it, I wish I could take it back. I don’t want to come across as too needy or down for anything crazy. I toss my phone in my cup holder and make my way back to River Falls.
Sihn holds his front door open for me with his phone to his ear, I duck underneath his arm without saying anything.
He covers the microphone with his hand and says, “It’s Colonel.”
I nod, and he walks out the front door to take the call, leaving me alone. I relax on his couch. Almost immediately the door swings back open. When I look over my shoulder, I assume I’ll see Sihn making his way back in after the shortest conversation ever, but it’s Ruin who makes his way into the house.
“Shit, I didn’t know you were here. I’ll come back later to talk to Sihn. He did some finger signs outside, and I thought he was telling me to go on inside, but now that I think of it, he was trying to tell me you were inside.”
“Yep, that’s me. I could have been some other girl though.”
“Ha, no. He’s got it bad for you, Pretty One.”
“Not you calling me Pretty One now, too!” I fling the first thing I see, a pen, at him.
He holds his hands up like I’ve got a gun pointed at him, “Easy, killa. I was just telling you that he ain’t seeing anyone else.”
“That’s exactly what his best friend should say to the girl currently sitting on his couch.”
“You’re right, but I’m also right.”
“I have intrusive thoughts that make me think he’s out there talking to some other girl and that’s why he didn’t want to stay in here for his conversation.”
Ruin takes a seat next to me on the couch. “That’s not it. He’s trying to set up the best match he can so he has a shot at a pay-per-view fight.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. He’s coming to my event coming up. You should come as his plus one.”
“Your event?”
“Yeah, it’s a live event where I play another gamer in real time. Other gamers and fans come in person, and it’s live on my website. The game is Ass Kickers 3.”
“What?”
His eyes light up as he explains, “It’s a fighting game similar to Mortal Kombat, but they are everyday men who are granted the right to fight.”
“Adult men still play those?” That blows my mind.
“Yes, and I make a lot of money doing it, too.”
“Really? Do you wrestle in real life too?”
“Ha! No. I leave that to Sihn. I have no drive to roll around with another man for fifteen to twenty minutes.”
Sihn’s voice comes from behind us. “That’s not what we do, and you know it.”
Ruin laughs. His mouth opens wide, and I have this urge to touch his chest to see how it feels while he laughs. It’s the oddest thing. I can feel my cheeks heat up at the thought of getting to touch Ruin. I’m here for Sihn, though. What is wrong with me? It’s like I got a taste of forbidden fruit and now I want the entire garden.
Sihn heads into the kitchen and asks, “Either of you want a beer?”
Ruin stands from his spot next to me. “No, I’m gonna head on out. Didn’t realize you guys were hanging tonight.”
Immediately I blurt out, “You don’t have to leave.”
“Eager to keep him here are you, Mar?” Sihn teases, or at least I hope he is teasing.
“We still hadn’t decided what we were doing. He’s not like intruding on a date or anything.”
“No, but I do plan to take you out on a real date when you’ll let me.”
I question him, “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“Alright, well, I’m leaving you two love birds to it. I could use another workout at the gym anyway. I’ve been drinking too many beers recently, and I’m beginning to lose my abs.” He pulls his shirt up slightly and pats his flat abdomen. There is a hint of a happy trail that starts just above his belly button and fans out wider as it gets closer to the waistband of his jeans.
“We won’t hold you hostage, but you can stay.”
“I kind of like the idea of being held hostage. Especially if you’re the one doing it, Pretty One.” He winks at me and then heads to the kitchen. I guess that means he’s staying.
I click the remote and find a movie for us to watch. “I know it’s not Halloween, but they are some of my favorite movies to watch.” I turn on a movie called Dark Harvest .
I’m alone on the couch while the guys are in the kitchen. The movie rolls past the opening credits and I pause it. “You’re gonna miss the beginning. Unless y’all aren’t interested in watching a bunch of teenagers die…” They might not be as into horror as much as I am.
A few minutes later, they both enter the room. Ruin holding two beers and Sihn holding a bowl of popcorn and a beer. Ruin hands one to me, our hands briefly touch, and then he takes a seat in the chair. Sihn sits next to me, and I turn the movie back on.
About midway through the movie, the atmosphere seems to change in the living room. Our beers are gone and the popcorn bowl has been discarded on the coffee table. Ruin seems to be paying more attention to me than the movie. I don’t think he cares for horror films.
I pause the movie.
Not a word is spoken, but Ruin moves the chair he’s been sitting in directly behind the couch, back up against the front door. He sits down and leans back. His feet are flat on the floor and his thighs are spread wide. He licks his bottom lip.
So much sexual tension in this room.
At this moment I am thankful I wore a sundress, which I remove quickly. My perky tits are exposed to the cool breeze from the central air, which makes my nipples harden instantly.
I peer back at Sihn over my shoulder, who is removing his clothes. My panties find their way to the floor, and I climb up on the couch. My knees down in the cushions, I hold myself steady by grasping the back of the couch. My eyes float to Ruin. He relaxes even more in the chair, scooting his hips to the edge of the seat.
I rest my head down on the back of the couch and position my face so I can still see Ruin.
“Are you ready, Pretty One?” Sihn asks.
“Of course.” I am so wet, I’m surprised it’s not dripping out of me by now. Two men seeking pleasure from me is a fucking dream I never want to wake up from.
Sihn’s hands start at my calves and simultaneously make their way up the back of my thighs and around my cheeks before slowly moving down the crease.
He shoves a finger in my warm, wet spot and removes it just as quickly, leaving me wanting more. I avert my eyes from Ruin to look back at Sihn just as he sticks the finger in his mouth and slowly pulls it back out, making sure to moan.
Sihn’s hand smacks down on my ass and he orders, “Eyes on Ruin.”
I do as I’m told, and Ruin shifts his weight as he rubs his crotch, adjusting himself.
Sihn moves his cock up and down the crease of my ass as I watch Ruin free his from his pants. Using my left hand for stabilization, I move my right hand between my legs and pay special attention to my clit.
As I rub myself, Sihn slips inside of my warm folds.
Ruin slowly moves his hand up and down his length as I watch. He’s not too far away, and I see a bead of pre-come erupt from the tip. I lick my lips and wish I was able to lick him.
Sihn moves in and out at a leisurely pace.
“Tell me what you want, Pretty One,” Sihn says.
I’m trying to be in the moment, but I’m stuck in my head, unsure if he really wants me to tell him or if it’s some sort of thing people say when they’re horny, but don’t actually want an answer.
“I want to know what Ruin tastes like,” I whisperingly admit.
“Tell him what you want.”
I clear my throat and peer into Ruin’s deep, blue eyes as I tell him, “I want you to come over here, Ruin.”
He stands, dropping his underwear and jeans to the floor before briskly making his way to me. He positions himself right in front of my plump lips. I smile. Sihn shoves himself into me again, which catapults me forward just enough that my lips graze the tip of Ruin’s cock before the rest of my face smashes into his abdomen.
Ruin grasps my shoulders, steadying me. “Easy, Sihn. I don’t want her accidentally biting my dick off.” Ruin uses the pad of his thumb to massage my forehead and hairline. It’s such an intimate gesture during a time like this.
Ruin doesn’t take his eyes off mine as Sihn continues to move slowly in and out of me. Sihn’s hands grab my hips as he thrusts.
I keep my left hand on the back of the couch for stabilization and grab Ruin’s engorged cock with my right before moving my mouth forward. I haven’t even touched it with my mouth, but a moan escapes Ruin’s lips.
I lick the tip, and he tastes salty and bitter whereas Sihn tastes bland. I swirl my tongue around on his tip as one of his hands finds my hair and pulls it together, away from my face. “There you are, Pretty One. That feels amazing.”
“I have an idea,” Sihn announces. “Ruin, you go back over to the chair, and we’ll meet you over there.”
Sihn pulls out of me, and Ruin removes himself from my mouth, and I’m left feeling empty.
Sihn pulls me up off the couch by my hips and whispers, “Trust me,” in my ear. His hot breath sends tingles down my body. I feel something leak out of me on the short walk over to the chair. I don’t know if it’s my arousal or if Sihn already got off.
His dick is still jutted out, so it must be from how turned on I am.
“Are you wanting me to fuck him while you watch?” I ask Sihn. I know some guys are into that. Maybe Sihn wants me to ride Ruin in the chair as he watches.
“All in time, Pretty One. Right now I want you to bounce up and down on me as you lick him until he lets go down that gorgeous throat of yours.”
Sihn’s hand slinks around my throat from behind as Ruin sits on the edge of the chair.
Sihn removes his hand from my neck, and his knees push into the back of mine, and we both find our way to the floor. I place my hands on Ruin’s knees and rock forward so that Sihn can get situated behind me. His dick finds its way back between my warm folds and pulls me back against his body. One hand on my neck and the other pushing against my lower abdomen as he moves in and out of me.
I want one or both of them to pinch my nipples, but instead, I move my hands up Ruin’s thighs until they grasp his hard cock.
Sihn lets go of my neck but keeps pressure on my lower abdomen as I lean forward, taking Ruin in my mouth. This time as much of him as I can fit in my mouth and then I begin to hum.
“Fuck,” Ruin moans.
Sihn says, “You are so fucking beautiful, you know.”
My entire body would be blushing if it could. Both of these men are finding pleasure in me.
While I bounce up and down on Sihn’s lap just as he asked, his fingertips find my clit and begin strumming it like strings on a guitar.
Sihn in one hole and Ruin in the other. I feel safe and comfortable, like this is how it’s always meant to be.
Sihn says, “I’m going to come,” and I suck everything Ruin has out of his big, fat cock, and I swallow every single drop.