Chapter 21 #2
“Is that so?” Sloan stands, his hands tugging at the straps of my dress, wasting no time.
In another second, it’s pooled around my feet and I’m standing in a nude-colored bra and matching thong.
Nothing fancy, but the way their breathing hitches, I know it’s enough. “You always take such good care of me.”
My tits aren’t big, but they sit high and my nipples are perfectly proportioned — or so Emma tells me. Sloan dives for them immediately, relieving me of my bra.
Okay, so I’m down to just the thong.
I watch Luke watch Sloan and pull him to me so he isn’t left out. My head falls back at the insane pleasure of having two of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever seen licking me like their lives depend on it.
It doesn’t take long for Sloan’s fingers to disappear around the edge of my panties and I know what he’ll find.
“Fuck, Jen. You’re drenched. Been thinking about this a while, have you?”
“Ever since I first saw Luke in your kitchen,” I tell them honestly, making Luke smile against my skin.
“That makes two of us,” Luke admits.
Sloan laughs. “Not me. I was still firmly in the Luke Blackwell can eat shit and die camp on that day.” He shrugs as he pulls his fingers from me, grabs Luke’s chin, and feeds his arousal-coated fingers to the man.
Through hazy eyes, Luke looks at Sloan, while sucking his fingers clean. “And now?” Luke mumbles around Sloan’s cum-coated fingertips.
“Now I think I’m in a fever dream.”
They’re both breathing hard and I can tell they’re dying to get their hands on each other and rip the Band-Aid off this decade-long desire.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom. I need more space and fewer awkward angles.” I point to the table and chairs beside us.
We practically race up the stairs and once we’re in Sloan’s room, his scent smacks us square in the face. Luke and I let out simultaneous moans.
“Did you guys practice that?” Sloan asks, coming to a pause as I snake my hands under Luke’s t-shirt, my skin heating from his lean torso as my fingers explore the hair on his chest.
“I’ve wanted to get my hands on you so badly.”
Luke answers Sloan’s question while reaching back and ripping the t-shirt over his head. “No, we didn’t rehearse that, you just smell so fucking good. You always have.”
“I want your jeans off, Lucky.” Sloan moves beside me and drops to his knees on his bedroom floor.
“Okay,” Luke pants, increasing my desire.
“You doing okay, Luke?” I ask, just checking in.
“Yeah, but I was thinking,” he starts with enough hesitancy in his voice to make Sloan and I pause our movements. “Maybe I could start with familiar territory?”
“Familiar as in Sloan because you’ve known him longer? Or familiar as in me because I’m a woman?” I clarify.
“You,” he says to me. I burst through the gates of heaven as soon as his tongue touches my clit a few seconds later. The exciting jolt of an unfamiliar tongue forces my hips off Sloan’s king-sized bed. My hands fly to the back of Luke’s head and the loud moan that leaves my mouth spurs him on.
Next to us, Sloan’s stripping out of his boxers like he’s afraid the fabric is going to strangle his manhood. Hell, he’s so hard, maybe it would. His jeans are already on the floor and his dick is in his hand, pumping his beautiful shaft nice and slow.
“God, yes. Keep stroking it just like that.” It’s a command to them both. “Fuck, I could watch this all day.” My eyes are locked on Sloan because Luke’s eyes are closed as he eats me out like I’m his last meal.
What I wouldn’t give to watch Sloan fuck Luke while he’s eating me like this. The thought alone almost tips me over the edge, but I know we have a ways to go before we get there.
“You like watching someone else do the work, don’t you, Sloan?” I taunt. “I see your cock growing harder, that pre-cum beading. Bring it over here and let me taste it.”
Sloan jostles the bed as he comes closer to me on his knees, finally stripping his tank top off, leaving him naked.
I push up on my elbows and slide his dick in my mouth, groaning around the familiar flavor of my guitarist. The sound or the movement makes Luke pull his head back to watch.
Knowing his eyes are on me makes me pull harder on Sloan, bob faster, and hollow my cheeks with vigor.
I smile around Sloan’s dick when he puts one hand on the back of my head, telling me he wants to go deeper, and one hand on the back of Luke’s head, forcing his mouth back on me.
It’s so fucking hot and I’m so close when Sloan pulls Luke up to him by his dog tags and kisses him roughly. Sloan’s bare chest and ripped torso pressed against Luke’s chest with the smattering of blond hair has my orgasm ready to blow and no one’s even touching me right now.
I slide Luke’s boxers down his muscular legs, all of us doing a dance of limbs to keep our balance, and toss them on the floor. He’s hard as a rock.
Slightly thicker than Sloan, but not quite as long, my mouth immediately waters at the sight of him.
“I need you both. Right. Fucking. Now,” Sloan growls. Luke swallows hard and I put my hand on Sloan’s hip. Slow down.
He looks at me and gives a slight nod before turning to Luke. “Do you trust me to ease you into this?”
“Yes.”
“Do you trust Jen?”
Another, “Yes.”
“Okay, then Luke, I want you to lay down on your back.” Luke moves into position, his cock dripping. Neither of us has asked what the plan is, choosing instead to let Sloan’s past experience guide us.
Sloan kisses my lips, his right hand cradling the side of my neck while his thumb strokes back and forth across my cheek. “You okay with a little backdoor play tonight?”
Be still my heart. Is he about to suggest the guys fuck me together?
“Yes.”
“If it’s too much, you say so.”
I nod frantically, my clit so swollen and needing relief I could cry. “I will.”
Without waiting for further instruction, I sink down on top of Luke, letting out an obscene cry at the way his thick shaft fills me. Luke’s hands find my hips and he begins slowly bouncing me up and down. It feels so good, I don’t stop him.
Meanwhile, I hear the top to the bottle of lube flip open and feel Sloan’s finger at my ass. He works his way inside while Luke keeps bouncing me on his cock. As soon as he thinks I’m ready, I see Sloan’s hands grab Luke’s forearms to make him hold me still so he can enter my ass.
“Tell me if it’s too much, Jen,” Sloan repeats himself, his voice tight and low, mostly back to normal now between a couple doses of antibiotics, Tylenol, and saltwater. I can feel him lining himself up and I exhale, trying to relax even as Luke’s dick pulses inside me.
“I’m good,” I breathe. It takes a while to learn your body well enough to know when anal is on the table versus when it’s a no-go.
A lot of women don’t stick with it long enough to be able to tell the difference and it becomes a huge production every time which can take the fun out of it.
I happen to be a fan, and obviously, enjoying sex with both men and women, Sloan feels the same, so this isn’t new territory for us.
Our rhythm is comfortable and I know he can read me well enough to not hurt me.
Already full of Luke’s engorged cock in my pussy, I spread my knees wide and arch my back, giving Sloan the access he needs.
I’m delirious with pleasure as he slowly nudges the head of his dick inside me.
Finally, Sloan speaks to Luke, “Stay still for a second. If our rhythm gets off, we’ll hurt her. She needs to set the pace.”
Luke nods, but stays quiet.
I slide forward just a hair and then push myself back down onto both men a little farther than I’d been before.
“Oh, fuck,” Luke chokes out.
I hear the smile in Sloan’s voice behind me. “Just wait.”
I pick up speed and finally sink down far enough that I can feel the tips of their dicks touch through the thin membranous wall inside me that separates them.
“What the fuuuuuck,” Luke drawls, his eyes rolling back in his head. “What is that?”
“My cock,” Sloan groans. “Goddamn I’ve missed this.”
It doesn’t take long before I’m slamming my body against both of them simultaneously, my hands roaming anywhere and everywhere I can reach. I lean forward and kiss Luke then crane my neck backwards to kiss Sloan.
Sloan reaches around me, rubbing circles on my clit while he places the fingers of his other hand on either side of Luke’s shaft, giving him friction as we all chase our imminent orgasms.
“Oh fuck…oh yes…I’m coming.” The strongest orgasm of my life crashes around me and spurs their release on as well. I feel every pulse of their cocks as they simultaneously shoot their loads inside me.
Sloan remains noticeably quiet as he pounds into my ass.
He’s usually a dirty talker but I know he’s dealing with a lot of complicated emotions at the moment.
Luke grabs my waist as he pumps into me from below but his eyes are boring into Sloan over my shoulder like he’s wondering how he’s survived this long without him.
As we all come down, Luke throws an arm across his eyes.
“What the fuck?” I’m sure the question is rhetorical so I don’t offer an answer, but Sloan can’t resist.
“Better than you expected, Lucky?” Sloan asks the man still trapped beneath me.
At a loss for words, Luke grunts his answer.
Sloan gently eases out of my ass and pads to the bathroom. Routine demands that he bring me a warm washcloth and help me clean up the sea of Astroglide.
Luke remains silent. It’s only when I see Sloan head into the connected bathroom that I address Luke.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done. You were fantastic.”
He rolls to his side and kisses my cheek. “You’re pretty amazing yourself.” Then he gets up and picks his clothes off the floor.
“Hey, you okay?”
“Yeah, I just…I’m going to grab some water downstairs and try to process.” He gives me a strained smile and slips his boxers on.
He’s gone before Sloan comes out of the bathroom.