23. Twenty-Three
Twenty-Three
M organ
I parked on the street and, without pausing to consider what I would say, leaped from the car and ran up the steps. My heart raced as I knocked on the front door.
Standing on the deck waiting for someone to answer, not knowing what type of reception I would receive, I regretted being so impetuous. It would have been better to call first. After the way I had run out on them, they might never want to speak to me again. And who could blame them? With no explanation or warning, I had disappeared from their lives.
But it was too late to turn back now. The door was opening. I dried my palms on the thighs of my scrubs and arranged my lips in what I hoped resembled a smile.
I was glad to see it was Zak staring back at me. He was likely to be the more forgiving of the two. But his face was unreadable and instead of inviting me in; he asked what I wanted. Hoping levity would lighten the mood, I replied, “I understand you have a room to rent.”
“It’s possible, but I'm very particular about the people I rent to. Do you have references?”
I was used to Dante making me squirm and beg, but was not prepared for such a chilly reception from Zak. My shoulders drooped. “You have every right to be mad at me. I behaved horribly and owe you an explanation. Can I please come in so we can talk?”
He stood there, considering the question. Just as I thought he was going to close the door in my face, I heard Dante's voice. “Let her in. I would like to hear what she has to say.”
Dante’s expression was just as cold as Zak's. Even Oliver, his tail motionless, glared at me from the couch. I had never felt so unwelcome anywhere in my entire life. Then I noticed both of them appeared to have dressed hastily. Their fading erections, visible through their shorts.
Shit, I had interrupted them having sex. No wonder they were so unhappy to see me. “If this is a bad time, we can talk some other day.”
“No. You’re here now, so tell us what you really came for, because it wasn’t to rent a room,” Dante growled.
“You are absolutely right. While it is true, I have still not found a place to live and my Realtor mentioned you might be looking for a roommate, it is not why I am here.” I took a deep breath. “In the last few weeks, I’ve taken a hard look at myself and the mistakes I’ve made. Like jumping into a relationship I didn’t understand, nor was emotionally ready for.”
“Why don’t we sit down,” said Zak. For the next half hour, they listened without interrupting, as I apologized for the way I had hurt them and tried to explain what I discovered about fear and intimacy.
“I am a work in progress and although I’m better equipped emotionally to deal with my fears, I can't promise there won't be times when I get scared. But if you still want me to be a part of your lives, I promise I won't run away. I’ll stay and fight for what could be a lifetime of happiness.” Neither man said a word. Holding back tears, I added, “But if it is too late for that and you no longer want me in your lives, I will understand.”
Dante rubbed the back of his neck and finally spoke, but not to me. “What do you think, Zak?”
“I believe everyone deserves a second chance,” he said.
“So do I.” He stood and pulled me into his arms. “We’ve missed you so much.”
Zak joined our embrace. Their bodies against mine made me painfully aware of how long it had been since my last satisfying orgasm. I was looking forward to some passionate make up sex, when without warning, Zak pulled back and asked what time it was.
“Shit, our reservation.” Dante said.
Seeing the look of confusion on my face, Zak explained., “We planned to have dinner at The Beachcomber. We were supposed to be getting ready when you knocked on the door.”
“But Zak couldn’t keep his hands off of me,” Dante smirked. “So we ended up fooling around instead of getting ready.”
“Would you like to join us?” Zak asked.
Gesturing to my scrubs, I pointed out I was not dressed for a fancy restaurant. Dante replied, “I think he meant the fooling around part.”
“I hoped that was what he meant, but didn’t want to assume.” Having come straight from the hospital, I had not showered yet. “Why don’t you boys get started and I will join you once I clean up?”
“Don’t be too long,” Dante said, as I ducked into the first floor bathroom. Before shutting the door, I gave him a wink and replied, “Yes, Sir.”
I turned on the shower and washed quickly. But with no one to share my bed, I had been lax with the housekeeping. I was relieved when I spotted one of the men’s razors on a shelf above the tub. When I finished, I wrapped myself in a towel and went upstairs.
They had left the lights on and did not notice me standing in the doorway. Leaning against the jamb, I watched as they undressed one another. Warmth pooled between my thighs. In terms of the universe, we had only been apart for a blink of the eye, but it seemed like an eternity since I had last felt their touch.
But rather than rushing to join them, I lingered, watching. Their kisses and touches were soft and gentle. The movements of two people who loved each other deeply. The thought caused me a moment of panic. With their hearts so filled with love for one another, could there be any room left for me?
Relief washed away the thought, when Dante turned and asked, “Are you going to just keep standing there watching us, or are you going to come here and let us love you?” I stepped into the room, allowed the towel to fall away, and let them cocoon me in their warmth.
With their hard bodies pressed against my bare flesh, they alternated turns kissing my neck and lips. In hushed tones, they professed their affection for me. I whispered soft ‘I love yous’, in return.
As the kisses grew in intensity, so did the arousal. Their mouths moved lower; layering my collarbone with soft kisses. Slowly they worked their way to my heaving breasts. When Zak took a nipple into his mouth, I gave out a long sigh of satisfaction. Dante soon had the other clamped between his teeth.
A hand gently stroked my outer thigh. I shifted, wanting to feel its fingers between my legs. The appendage withdrew, and Dante gave a low chuckle. “Don't make me beg," I pleaded. “Not tonight, not after I've ached for so long to feel your touch again.”
Without a word, his hand returned. Its fingers tracing the margins of my labia. Knowing better than to press my luck, I bit my lower lip, suppressing the urge to thrust against his hand. Zak's hardness pressed against my hip. I found his mouth with mine and wrapped a hand around his shaft. He was as needy as I was and sucked my lower lip into his mouth.
Arousal leaked between my legs. Dante had to have felt it too and known how desperate I was for more of his touch. But he never moved beyond my swollen outer lips. When I could no longer bear his torment, I opened my mouth to tell him that if all he was going to do was tease, he should give Zak a turn. Before I got the words out, he looked across my flushed chest at the other man and asked, “Would you like it if Morgan sucked your cock while I attend to her needs?”
“Yes, please, Sir,” we replied in unison. Dante smirked before directing us into position.
Kneeling on my hands and knees between Zak's legs, I ran my tongue up one side of his beautiful shaft and down the other. I had just taken him into my mouth when Dante's tongue parted my seam. My hips instinctively pressed back against his tongue, causing my head to drop lower. Which in turn, forced more of Zak into my mouth. “God, that feels so good,” he groaned.
I swirled my tongue with as much focus as I could muster while having my pussy licked and sucked. It must have been enough, because he soon had his fingers tangled in my still damp hair.
Dante slipped a pair of fingers into me and I could feel my orgasm rising. Zak was also getting close, but I pulled him from my mouth and looked back over my shoulder. “Dante, put your cock in me. I want the three of us to come together.”
When he entered me, I gave out a loud gasp. Oh, how I had missed that feeling of being so completely filled. After allowing my walls a moment to adjust to Dante’s girth, I took Zak back into my mouth.
I swirled my tongue around the rim of his head, changing direction every time Dante moved over my g-spot. Between the extended foreplay and my month long hiatus from sex, all it would have taken for me to come was a slight change in angle. But for reasons I could not fully explain, it was important to me the three of us orgasm simultaneously.
Dante gripped my hips tightly, his thrusts becoming more forceful and his grunts louder. Knowing what each man liked, I pulled Zak from my mouth and spit on his cock. Slick with saliva, he glided smoothly within my rapidly pumping fist while my mouth worked the head.
“Morgan, you’re going to make me come,” he cried a second before the first thread landed on my cheek.
“Me too,” grunted Dante, his thumbs digging in to the flesh of my ass. I clinched tight around his cock and felt my walls bathed in warmth. Which was all it took to set off my own explosive climax.
As we untangled from one another, I could not help feeling a little disappointed. Although my orgasm had been incredibly satisfying and we had come within seconds of one another, the experience had lacked the intimacy I hoped for.
I told myself to relax, that it would get better with time. Zak was the first to speak. “You said earlier that you still haven’t found a place to live. Don't you need to be out of the motel in two days?
“Yes, but it's not like I'm going to end up homeless. There are plenty of places available further north.”
“There's no reason you can't stay here,” Zak said
“Yeah, we have plenty of room and if you’re not comfortable sharing a bed with us yet, you can have my room,” Dante volunteered.
I looked from one to the other and saw no sign of jest. “My god you're serious, aren't you?”
“Why not? If you’re in this for the long haul, it is only a matter of time before the three of us are living together. So why wait?”
Although I could think of half a dozen reasons to wait, I said, “Only if you let me pay my fair share of the rent and utilities.”
They both grinned and Zak volunteered the use of his Jeep to move my stuff.
“That would be great,” I told him. “But if it's all right with you, I think Dante should keep his room. I can take the third room. Of course, I'll pay to fix it up myself.” They looked at me like I might be having second thoughts.
“Guys, I know the idea of the three of us sharing a bed is very exciting right now. And I am sure most nights that is what we will do. But from time to time, each of us will need our own private space.”
I told them the things I had learned from Cynthia. How if we spent all of our time as a group, we would eventually lose our individuality and the unique qualities that had attracted us to one another. “But not only is alone time valuable, it is also important we maintain our one-on-one relationships.”
“Like when you want to get freaky with me, without Zak, ruining our kink.” Dante smirked.
“That’s not exactly what I said, but yes. Our individual relationships are just as important as the needs of the group.”
“That makes sense,” Zak agreed. “And you learned all of this from your cousin?”
“Most of it. I did some reading on my own, as well.”
“What else did you learn?” Dante asked.
“Lots of stuff.” I reached down and took their now flaccid appendages in my hands. “Like how an extra body in the bed means more options.”
“What did you have in mind?” Dante asked, as his cock began to stir.
“Have either of you ever done double penetration before?”
Zak, who was no stranger to my ass, blushed and shook his head. Dante was growing harder by the second, but also shook his head. “I've never had the opportunity. What about you?”
“No. But I have thought about it.” In fact, I had spent much of the last month imagining what it would feel like to connect with them in such an intimate manner. “According to Cynthia, if done right, it can be intensely pleasurable for all three parties involved.”
I omitted the part about if done wrong, it would cause me a great deal of pain. I really wanted to have both of them in me, and didn’t want to give them a reason to back out. Besides, I trusted them to be careful.
“I just can’t see how it would work without you being in a lot of pain,” Zak said.
“We go slow and take our time,” Dante said. “If Morgan wants us to stop, she can use her safe word.”
Zak raised an eyebrow and looked at me. “Asparagus,” I said, then excused myself to use the powder room before adding, “We're going to need lube. Lots of it.”
When we reconvened in the bedroom, one of them—probably Zak—had dimmed the lights and lit candles. Soft jazz streamed from unseen speakers. I joined them on the bed, and could see they were as nervous as I was.
None of us were in a hurry, so our touches were soft and gentle at first. Low murmurs whispered against warm flesh. Dante kissed my neck, before taking a breast in his hand. Zak nibbled on an ear. Back arched, I guided his mouth to the other breast. Soft moans caused them to press against me. They were already semi hard by the time I took them into my hands. My nipples stiffened as they shared a kiss across my chest.
I stroked them to full erection. They both felt larger than I remembered. Perhaps they were happy to see me. Or maybe the knowledge of what we were about to do just made them seem bigger.
Dante returned his attention to my breasts. Zak's tongue entwined with mine. By the time their hands moved between my legs, I was already on fire. A pair of fingers slipped into my slick opening. Another hand found my clit, its fingers tracing small circles around the hard bud. I gave out a gasp and slightly raised my hips. “Oh, yeah, right there”
It was not the strongest orgasm I had ever had, but it was enough to get the juices flowing and prepare me for what came next. Breathlessly, I told them, “I am ready for you to make love to me.”
“How do you suggest we do it?” Dante asked. “You seem to know more about this than we do?”
“I’ve just thought about it more than you have, is all.” With a smile, I directed him to lie on his back. “Zak, I will let you know when it’s time for you to join in.”
I threw a leg over Dante’s hips, my pussy poised right above his rigid cock, and leaned down to kiss him. Then I dropped my hips. Zak murmured in approval as Dante’s fat shaft stretched me wide. “Such a pretty sight,” I heard him say.
As we found our rhythm, Zak moved behind me. His hands roaming over my breasts, teasing the nipples, before kissing his way down my back. I shuddered and let out a long moan as his mouth found my rear hole. When the sensation of his warm tongue on my tight pucker stopped, Dante gave out a soft groan beneath me. Zak was licking his balls.
I raised up enough for his cock to slip out. After sucking it clean of my juices, Zak returned it to my pussy and resumed tonguing my ass. I spread my hips wider, arching forward to give him better access.
I’d been with each man individually on multiple occasions. Had even taken Zak into my ass previously. It was the perfect shape and size for anal sex. But those times my pussy had not been full of Dante's fat cock.
I heard the unmistakable click of lube being opened and stiffened. “Relax,” said Dante. “I've taught him well. He’ll make sure you're stretched properly before he sticks his dick in you.”
After slicking his hand in lube, Zak coated my asshole with a finger before pushing inward. I moaned and clenched around Dante. When a second digit was added, I bit down on his shoulder. He gently rocked his hips, brushing the tip of his cock against my g-spot. It felt so good I wasn’t even aware of Zak adding a third finger. Then he twisted his hand and my whole body took notice.
Dante thrust his hips, matching the upward motions to the rhythm of Zak’s hand moving in and out of me. “God, that feels so good,” I cried out, knowing if I allowed them to continue, I would orgasm in mere moments. But I needed more. I wanted the connection that would only come from having them both a part of me. I told Zak to replace his fingers with his cock.
They asked if I was sure. I shook my head emphatically. For reasons I may never be able to fully explain, it was important for the three of us to be joined as one.
Zak pushed his way into my ass. After a brief twinge of discomfort, my body adjusted. We quickly discovered that all three of us moving simultaneously would not work. A little experimenting showed that rocking my hips while both men held still prevented them from slipping out and produced a good amount of pleasure for all three of us. But it would not be enough to make any of us come.
It was not until Dante stilled my hips and told us what he had in mind that things went from good to amazing. “Zak, when you thrust in, I will pull back and vice versa. Morgan, you just try to stay still”.
Their synchronized movements soon had me clutching the bedsheets. I groaned every time their fat heads met, edging me ever closer to ecstasy. My cries echoing off the pitched ceiling spurred them to pump faster and deeper.
Every cell in my body felt electrified. But despite the incredible pleasure I was receiving, it was the realization that we had become more than lovers, which sent tears of joy running down my cheeks. Never had I felt so connected as I did at that moment. It was as if the three of us had become one. My body quivered as waves of pleasure washed over me. I was part of them, and they were a part of me.
Another orgasm racked my body, this one far stronger than the others. I surrendered to it. Sobs, cries, and gasps filled the air as Zak and Dante simultaneously filled me with their warmth.
As we lay tangled in one another's arms, they dried my tears and asked if I was alright. “I love you both more than I ever thought it possible to love someone.” Not wanting to leave their tender embrace, even for a moment. I asked, “Would it be alright if I moved in right now?”