11 - Jocelyn
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JOCELYN
I’d always imagined being with two men would be heaven on earth. But being with three? Shit, I didn’t know what to expect. Anything and everything could happen to me at this point, and I knew I’d be fine with it.
With that in mind, I squirmed back into the coolness of the soft down comforter and let the boys do their thing.
At first they fought over me, but only for a moment. When Kayden not-so-subtly reminded the others that all three of them would get a chance between my thighs, they faded back a little, giving him room. He pushed forward, and I spread my legs for him. When he finally dragged the head of his manhood against my throbbing entrance, I bit my lip.
I watched, trance-like, as Kayden pushed forward, parting my folds. He didn’t fuck me though — not initially, anyway. Instead he leaned forward to hover his mouth near mine, using the weight of his body to trap himself between us. The underside of his thick shaft drove me insane as he sawed it forward and back through the very top of my furrow, dragging it along my clit, pushing it just about everywhere it could be, except inside me.
Fuck!
By now I was crazy with want. Totally drenched. Dying to be penetrated.
Then, when I couldn’t take the torment for a single second more… he shifted again, and pushed it inside.
Ohhhhhhhhhhh …
My thighs spread so wide for him that my hips cracked. Face to face, nose to nose, we looked at each other and laughed.
“About time.”
Kayden responded by bottoming out inside me, while cradling my face in his two big hands. He kissed me softly, tenderly, our tongues circling as my insides contracted snugly around him. A moment later I gasped as he began fucking me with long, deep strokes. Soon he was drilling me with a ferocity born of long years of anticipation, all while staring directly into my eyes.
Oh, wow.
We’d waited such a long time for this. For so many years we’d denied ourselves this pleasure, all the while, secretly knowing just how good it could actually be. And it was sooooo good. So perfect and incredible and totally fucking amazing, I could only kick my heels into the small of his back and hang on. Just as I was kicking myself mentally, for having waited this long.
But my God, we were finally fucking. Like really, really fucking.
“Hey…”
A hand turned my face in a sideways direction. Bishop was there, staring at me with those gorgeous hazel eyes.
“How’s it feel?”
It was the strangest thing in the world, staring into his eyes while having sex. Or rather, staring into those eyes while having sex with someone else .
“H—How does what feel?” I huffed, as Kayden continued sawing in and out of me.
Bishop kissed me hotly, then sported a wicked smile. “Fucking your brother’s friends.”
My God! It all suddenly felt so dirty. So wrong! So totally depraved…
But kissing him back while his friend kept fucking me also felt like the hottest thing in the whole fucking universe.
Not able to get nearly enough, I grabbed the back of Bishop’s head and began kissing him some more. I kissed him fiercely, hungrily, all while grinding myself downward to meet Kayden’s deep, powerful thrusts. The harder I kissed him, the more savagely I fucked his friend. And the harder his friend fucked me, the louder I moaned and whimpered, twisting my eager tongue down Bishop’s delicious throat.
This is crazy.
No, no, there was nothing better than this! Nothing hotter or more nefarious than taking on both my brother’s best friends at the same time… all to avoid the conflict of having to choose.
Fine. This is genius, then.
Genius? Maybe that was going a bit too far. But I was definitely proud of myself, that was for sure. Proud as hell of my greedy little solution, which seemed the perfect way to—
“Josie…”
Kayden’s voice was hot and breathless, and thick with arousal.
“I’ve waited way too long for this,” he huffed, still pumping away. “There’s no way I can hold back.”
“Then don’t,” I smiled.
“I’m serious!” He looked worried. “I— I don’t think I can—”
“I’m on the pill,” I told him, gyrating my hips with a grin. “It’s okay, just do it. Let it go.”
I squeezed him from within, sweetening the deal, as Kayden’s hard body stiffened all over. His eyebrows knitted together, pleadingly.
“But—”
“ Come in me, Kayden,” I whispered, knowing the words plus the sound of his name would drive us both crazy. “I want it.”
I smiled again and reached out for him, just as my own climax surged up seemingly from out of nowhere. It overwhelmed me completely, wiping my mind clear of anything and everything but the pure pleasure of his rock-hard manhood, thumping away inside me. It filled me from within, delivering a warmth and wetness that made me draw him in even further, wrapping my arms and legs tightly around him as I soared through my own nirvana.
We came back to earth together, somehow with the same idea. Staring into each other’s eyes, our hands moved slowly, the backs of our fingers caressing each other’s face.
“God, I needed that.”
For a long moment we soaked it in; the magnitude of what we’d just done. The whole thing had happened astonishingly fast, especially after having waited so many long, long years to—
“My turn.”
Bishop was already spinning across on the bed, eager to take his friend’s place. But I grabbed his arm and held him fast.
“Oh no,” I told him sternly. “You’re going last.”
He looked back at me, so dismayed and wounded it actually made me chuckle.
“What!? Why?”
Reaching out, I closed my hand over his incredible thickness for the very first time.
“Because of this. ”
Damn. My hand couldn’t even fit around it! And it was exactly as I’d always suspected. Or rather, more than suspected.
As I relaxed my death grip on Kayden’s spent body, Bishop’s mouth curled into a smirk.
“How did you know?”
“Remember that party Jason threw, when our parents went to Saint Thomas?”
He nodded slowly. “The legendary one, that lasted two days? Of course I remember.”
“Well, I sorta saw you in the pool house that first night, with Amber Hanson. I was out back getting towels, and I watched her pull you in there. She was curious, because she’d heard… well, stories. And I got curious too, so…”
His eyes went comically wide. “You watched?”
“I might’ve peeked a little,” I admitted, adding a shrug. Rolling my fingers excitedly around his girth, I squeezed him firmly. “I definitely saw enough, though. And this, my friend,” I patted him gently, “is why you’re going last.”
Bishop groaned and grumbled, eliciting yet another chuckle from my end. Of course, I couldn’t tell him how jealous it made me at the time, standing there in the shadows of the pool house doorway. Watching in rapt fascination as he struggled to work that amazing-looking dick inside poor Amber Hanson, the tiny flyer from the kickline squad. Or that later on, in the sanctity of my own bedroom, I’d touched myself fantasizing about the noises she’d made. And that inwardly, on some deep, secret level, I wished I’d been the one who pulled him into the pool house first.
“You’re such a perv,” he scoffed.
And now here he was in all his glory, finally in the palm of my greedy little hand. To tell the truth, Bishop wasn’t even as big as I remembered him, either.
No, he was actually bigger.
My body shifted as Kayden dismounted me, and suddenly my legs were thrown abruptly upward. When gravity returned them, they fell securely onto the two big shoulders of a very naked, very eager Andre.
“Hey…” I whispered, crooking a finger Bishop’s way. “C’mere.”
He leaned in close, as Andre positioned himself between my legs. Feeling a little guilty, I pressed my lips to my brother’s friend’s ear.
“You may be going last,” I whispered hotly, as I was pulled downward, to the edge of the bed. Shuddering in anticipation, I gave Bishop a sly wink.
“But I promise it’ll be worth the wait.”