Presley #3
He pulls out a long-ass strip of condoms and a bottle of lube, and holds them up the way a fisherman holds up his prize fish.
My shoulders shake with my laughter. “Think you brought enough?”
Chance yanks me over to him with an arm around my waist. “You better hope he did.” He lifts me up by my hips and rubs me against his hard cock. “Because you’re not getting any sleep tonight. We’re going to fuck you in every way we’ve wanted to for the last four years.”
“You’re about to get four years-worth of fucking, pretty girl.” Stephen tears open a condom and tosses it to me, then opens one for himself. “Hope you don’t have any plans for tomorrow because you’re going to be sore.”
My pussy clenches at the thought, and a fire ignites inside me. It feels like an awakening; like the piece of me that has been asleep all this time just woke up from hibernation.
And she’s hungry.
A smile spreads across my face. “Bring it, boys. Because for as long as you’ve been missing me, you’ve been able to get out your desires with other people.
I haven’t had anyone to have hot, meaningless sex with; I don’t have people throwing themselves at me on a daily basis.
I’ve got four years of pent-up frustration, so if I were you, I’d be scared right now because I’m about to pump you both until you’re dry. ”
Stephen tosses his head back as he laughs. “There’s our girl.”
I roll the condom over Chance, and waste no time straddling him. “You ready for me, Grumpy Man?”
His hands fly to my hips with a bruising grip. “Use me, baby. Take what you need.”
I sink down onto him, but stop halfway. “Oh, fuck. I forgot how big you guys are.”
The burn hurts so good, and I take my time working myself onto him. Once I’m filled, I start to rock my hips, nice and slow.
Chance’s hooded eyes watch where our bodies connect, his lips parted like he’s in a trance.
Stephen comes up behind me, straddling Chance and nestling his erection against my ass as he moves with me. “He looks so sexy when he’s turned on, doesn’t he?” he whispers in my ear. “It’s the only time he’s not glaring at someone, or mouthing off about something.”
Chance’s eyes flick up to him. “Too bad I can’t shove my cock down your throat right now.”
“No, but I’d love to lick you clean after you come.”
Chance groans, and it’s now that I realize—these boys haven’t been together since college either. Not only did they lose touch with me, but they lost each other as well. This is the first time all three of us have been together in years.
I reach behind me and rest my hand on the back of Stephen’s neck. “Fuck me, Stephen. I’m ready.”
Ready for the three of us to finally be connected.
His palm presses against my back, lowering me until I’m leaning over Chance. My nipples brush against Chance’s chest as he continues fucking me. Stephen drizzles the liquid onto my ass, pressing his thumb inside. He pumps it in and out of me to stretch me open. I let out a low moan.
“You’ve missed this, haven’t you? Yeah, you have.
You miss being filled up like our dirty little slut.
” Chance caresses my face, gazing up at me like I’m a sweet angel, but his words prove otherwise.
“We’ve missed you too, baby. We’ve been dreaming about this perfect pussy for years.
Every time I jerked off, I thought about you, about the three of us—all the depraved things we’ve done together. ”
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper. I forgot how turned on I get by listening to him talk like this.
Stephen replaces his thumb with his crown, and I feel myself spreading open for him. My body stills as I close my eyes, breathing through the initial discomfort. Stephen pours on more lubricant.
Chance captures my mouth and thrusts his hips up to distract me, bringing me closer to the edge while Stephen takes his time working into me.
I’m so full, so filled up with both of these men, and I love it. “Chance... Stephen... yes.”
“That’s it, baby.” Chance watches over my shoulder as Stephen moves faster inside me. “Fuck, Stephen. I feel you.”
“I can feel you too.” Stephen grunts as he drags himself out, and then plunges back inside. “This feels so good.”
The three of us move as one, our breaths, our bodies, our heartbeats. Nothing but the sound of skin slapping together fills the room; we’re too overwhelmed to speak.
I fall over the edge, and come hard, crying out for them. They hold me while my body trembles. It’s a release of everything I’ve buried deep—all the grief, the pain, the yearning, the stress, and the heartbreak. I let go of it all.
Chance comes next, with Stephen right behind him. These big, strong, beautiful men surrender themselves to me, to each other.
As we lie wrapped in each other’s arms, panting as our racing hearts calm down, I allow myself to believe that this could be real. That we could be what we once were. That we could be together again.
In the light of day tomorrow, I’ll see the harsh reality. But for tonight, just tonight, I let pretend that it’s the three of us against the world.