25 - Lauren
Lauren
Rafe didn’t even hesitate.
He bolted up the stairs, barely giving me a chance to breathe before he pulled me into a heated kiss that felt like breathing.
I’d read him right. We were similar this way, and I picked up on it the first time we fucked.
This was a form of catharsis, a way of saying the things we weren’t good at saying.
This was Rafe asking for help and accepting it on his own terms.
I wrapped my arms around him, deepening the kiss and he let me in with a grateful groan that slithered down my spine. I don’t know how long it lasted but it’d been way too long since we’d been together like this. I needed this just as much as he did.
He dropped his mouth to my neck, heading straight for the kill-shot spot that arched my back and curled my hands into his shirt.
He was hungry for this. So hungry in fact, that I needed to shove him back to let me go before I realized that Callum was still downstairs.
When I peered over the railing, he was staring, a look of shock and uncertainty on his face.
My heart ached even as my arousal ratcheted up like a wrench.
“I did say both of you,” I reemphasized, my voice husky and very clearly turned on.
I saw him swallow hard, deliberating. I wondered if he would actually reject the offer. He’d looked really shocked at seeing Rafe kiss me—I could only imagine his reaction at seeing him fuck me. He knew about us but actually seeing it would be a different thing altogether.
“I don’t know about this, Lauren,” he said, sounding very, very nervous.
I could see the blush dusting his cheeks and ears from here.
I also realized, very abruptly, just how strange it sounded to not hear him refer to me as “Miss” Lauren.
Or “darlin’.” I needed his sweetness just as much as I needed Rafe’s fire. I couldn’t live without either.
“I want you, Cal,” I told him.
“I just…I don’t know how that would work. Sharing you,” he answered. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“You’ll be okay,” I reassured him. Then I smiled, hoping it offered even a fraction of the security his usually did. “Trust me. I’ll talk you through it, baby.”
Doubt flickered in my mind. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him.
But when he heard me call him that, his face changed.
He still looked nervous but it was tempered by something else.
His body started to move towards the staircase and that last bit of doubt burned up in the anticipation of what would happen when I had both men in my bedroom.
Rafe came up behind me, his hands already working to undo the rest of my buttons and his mouth clamped on my neck
“Finally,” he mumbled onto my skin.
“Be patient,” I warned him, bucking my hips back so my ass pressed back into his erection.
He groaned again in frustration but kept his hands from undressing me fully until Callum joined us.
I slipped out of Rafe’s grip, then took each of them by the hand and walked them into my bedroom. They followed wordlessly.
I kissed Cal first, sweeping a hand into his hair and gently tugging, pressing myself against him until he relaxed against my touch, sinking into it. There he was, that was what I wanted to feel.
“So pretty,” I mumbled against his lips, nuzzling my nose against his. His blush deepened but his hands gripped my hips harder. I felt him grow hard against me and I sneakily rocked into it. He moaned, bowing until his forehead rested against my temple.
“That’s my line, darlin’,” he said with a low chuckle, his hands moving up my body to cup my face.
“But it’s true,” I said with a smile, kissing him again.
“Okay, my turn, pretty boy,” Rafe muttered, his hands resuming their foray. While I kissed Cal, I felt Rafe kiss the back of my neck, and once he managed to free me of my blouse, he trailed his lips lower, following the column of my spine. He seemed to like doing that but I wasn’t complaining.
I was too busy being swept up by two equally intense but entirely different forces of desire. As Cal moved further out of his shell, his hands began exploring too, as did mine. I closed my eyes, giving into the blurring sensation and touch until one of them pulled back with an indignant tongue pop.
“Hands,” Callum mumbled, sounding annoyed. “Watch them, Rafe.”
“Don’t be such a prude, it was an accident,” Rafe shot back, but there was that characteristic beat of humor in his tone.
It sounded like he’d brushed over Callum’s hand on purpose just to freak him out a bit.
That was something the old Rafe would do and relief swept over me, in tandem with my own growing desire.
“Knock it off,” I warned, turning my head to shut him up with another kiss, and the smile I felt against my lips told me all I needed to know.
For even just a moment, I had him back. But I wasn’t about to leave Callum out in the cold.
I tugged on his belt, pulling him towards me and running a hand down the front of his jeans.
He gasped and put his hand over mine, watching as I stimulated him through his clothes.
“Off,” I demanded, turning from Rafe. “Both of you, clothes off, now.”
“What about ladies first?” Callum asked, and Rafe shot him a look of approval.
“Yeah, listen to the cowboy,” he said, nodding in Cal’s direction.
I shook my head. “No. Clothes off.”
The two men paused before slowly obeying me. I circled them, occasionally reaching out a hand to stroke someone’s back or to kiss their shoulder, admiring their bodies. And if anything, judging by what they were working with by the time their underwear came off, they were pretty into it.
This wasn’t just the first time I was experiencing two men at the same time, it was the first time I’d ever been this commanding during sex. It was a power trip that went straight to my head.
“Who do you want first, love?” Callum asked and I loved the way the question sounded coming from him.
But I didn’t want to have to choose, I wanted them both and at the same time.
I kissed him again, then moved to Rafe and kissed him too.
It was a quiet decision, then a game as Rafe kissed me harder before gently passing me back to Callum.
They finally understood what I was getting at, and I let myself move between one and the other, our hands finding other things to do while we moved to the bed.
We fell on the mattress together, with me in between them but Callum caught himself on his hands before he could crush me against Rafe.
His body formed a cage over mine as Rafe moved my hair from my neck, and ran his hands up my waist and to my breasts as he began to knead them through my bra.
I moaned low in my throat and tilted my head back.
Callum pulled back enough to watch and I caught his eye.
He was watching me intently, then looking at Rafe’s hands as though drawing the line between what he was doing to me and my reaction to it. Fire danced behind his eyes the longer he stared, and he bowed his head to kiss my throat.
“Now isn’t this pretty, Cal,” Rafe rumbled, and I could feel the vibration in his chest against my back. He bit the shell of my ear. “Not so demanding now, are you, sweetheart?”
“Don’t count on it,” I sighed, enjoying not just the double sensation but the contrast between their bodies and their touch.
Callum was smoother and leaner, still just as strong and powerful but more understated whereas everything about Rafe’s body was striking. Their attention on me was the same way.
Callum’s kisses moved further south until he reached my hips. He pressed his lips against my lower stomach as he worked my pants off, slipping my soaking panties off soon after.
Rafe was relentless, using his teeth to tease my ear while he brushed his thumbs over my hard nipples.
I yelped and he chuckled darkly, and I was shocked as Callum suddenly grabbed my hips to keep me still.
He looked up at me, all charm and eagerness and transparency that I would never have to second-guess.
“I’ve wanted to do this again for so long,” he said, his voice dipping lower than his normal register. He licked my inner thigh and my hips lurched up. Rafe pinched a nipple and I bit my lip against the cry that threatened to tear itself from my throat.
“Patience, you said?” he threw back at me.
“I’m gonna make you pay so bad,” I gritted out.
“I look forward to it.”
Then Callum’s mouth was on me and I temporarily forgot all about Rafe’s teasing. The only things that existed in the world were Callum’s mouth, Rafe’s fingers on my nipples, and the heat of being between their bodies.
I let myself let go, gave myself over to the building heat in my core and the waves of pleasure that rolled over me.
“Oh God,” I panted. “Cal, that’s good. That’s so, so good. Please keep going.”
He moaned and Rafe rolled both of my nipples between his fingers and the combination just…
I came embarrassingly quick, with Callum’s name on my tongue. I was desperate to return the favor and tugged at his broad shoulders, dragging him up until his cock was in my mouth. He threw his head back with a low moan before gathering my hair and gently wrapping it around his fist.
Rafe had moved further down until he could reach my chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth while his fingers slipped inside of me.
“I’ve missed these tits of yours, you know,” he mumbled.
I rocked my hips up, my thighs clenching around his hand while I tried my best to get Cal off.
I grabbed his ass, silently instructing him to thrust into my mouth and he did.
I was so focused on dividing my attention between feeling and giving pleasure that I hadn’t even noticed Rafe was timing the movement of his fingers to Cal’s thrusts.
I dug my fingernails into the meat of Callum’s ass and he groaned that groan. “Oh, baby, I’m gonna come.”
I popped my mouth off his cock. “Not yet.”
He whined but obliged, instead leaning down to kiss me before moving away. Rafe crawled his way up my body, his hand now drenched. He licked his fingers, making sure I had a good view before he nudged my thighs apart and slid his cock inside of me.
We both groaned as he rocked his hip again and again, and my body was already so sensitive from all the stimulation it’d already received that I was on the verge of shattering again. I gripped his shoulders, holding onto him.
We were pressed so closely together that I could see the beads of sweat on his face, and I could feel his racing heart beating practically out of his chest. He wasn’t trying to talk dirty now, or tease me or anything else. This was different.
His eyes snapped to mine and I felt him twitch inside me, close to finishing. I put a hand on his chest.
“Stop,” I said and his hips shuttered. He cursed under his breath but pulled out immediately. I turned to see Callum watching us intently, stroking his now half-hard cock.
“I want both of you to finish inside of me,” I said, leaning over and reaching for the bottle of lube that was fast becoming a fixture in my bedside drawer. I handed it to Callum. Rafe smiled through his ragged breaths and looked at his friend.
“And I want to see it,” I added. The guys followed my gaze to the standalone mirror. Rafe’s smile was now a full grin and Callum was fully hard again and I had my answer.
“Yes, ma’am,” they said in unison.
It took some time for us to get it right, and Rafe had to show Callum how to loosen me up enough for me to take him from behind, but once everything settled, holy shit. The guys held me almost aloft between them, Callum’s cock buried in my ass and Rafe’s in my pussy.
The feeling of fullness was electric, and my body sang with pleasure as it straddled the line between pain and ecstasy.
I watched in the mirror as they found their pace, first alternating their thrusts until they managed to sync them up, delivering constant friction that set my body on fire.
Their bodies in one frame was a masterpiece.
I was a moaning mess of half syllables, most of them attempts at their names but the rest of it pure bullshit. I couldn’t tell whose hand belonged to who, whose lips were on mine and who came first but when I finally broke, everything went black for a moment, then reemerged.
We were all holding each other up, though Rafe’s knees nearly buckled. I wrapped an arm around his neck, slung the other around Callum’s. He pressed his mouth to the back of my neck and breathed me in.
If I was a shade more reckless, I would’ve wanted to capture this moment on camera and keep it stashed somewhere only I could revisit it.
*
They both stayed the night. After we got cleaned up and changed the sheets, Rafe and Cal were both too tired to drive back to their homes and so, as a gracious host and client, I insisted they simply sleep over.
They camped out downstairs, each commandeering a couch we had to drag out of storage but we managed and soon enough we were all trying to get some sleep.
That was, until a text notification popped up on my phone.
Brock the Builder: Hey. Just thought I’d let you know that we got the last and biggest permit approved. I can tell you all about it during the Cubs game this weekend, if you’re free.
Huh. It sounded like our fearless leader was asking me out on a date.