14. Care
fourteen
Care
M y food was forgotten the moment Monroe said that I didn’t have to choose. Sure, he’d started off referring to Mamma Mia , but in the next breath he’d turned it to us. I knew what Zali believed—we’d spoken about it before. She was living the life I wanted to be brave enough to reach out and grab. Except she had a couple more men than I thought I could handle.
Especially with my current level of relationship experience—zero.
But hearing Monroe effectively say, “Why choose?” had almost made me cry. That choice, the perceived need to pick one over the other when I genuinely couldn’t, had kept me up all night. I’d lain awake, trying to persuade myself that I was brave enough to ask for both of them. I had the speeches prepared, every argument for and against fully thought out. The only thing lacking was the courage to do it. I’d rehearsed asking the question, looking at myself in the mirror while I did it. I even tried recording myself on my phone. It was fine until I pictured their faces and imagined actually speaking with them. Then I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t get the words out. It was a vicious cycle that had kept me up until the pitch-black of the night had given way to the dawn’s early rays.
I’d resigned myself to having to give one of them up. I knew I would have to—Alec was only here for two weeks, so come the end of his trip we’d be over—but the dream was to have both of them for just a snapshot in time.
Then I'd become comfortable enough with them that I’d gotten my hopes up. I’d shown both Alec and Monroe affection without the other one going all caveman on me. I was halfway to convincing myself that we could make it work.
But when we’d arrived back in the building after the arcade, the change in Alec was swift and dramatic. He’d slammed walls into place and his guard shot up. Tension radiated off him. But it was the profound sadness, a resignation that I hadn’t seen before, that broke my heart. Monroe had seen it too, and like me, was lost on how to help Alec.
I hated seeing him hurting. I wanted to take it away and see that wicked smile back again. I couldn’t do anything in the lift—it was filled with people. But the moment the doors had opened on my floor and we were in relative private in the deserted corridor, I’d pulled him into my arms. He’d been stiff at first, but the more I spoke, the more he melted into my touch.
Monroe had joined me in comforting Alec. It was completely unexpected, but it shouldn’t have been. Monroe was kind, always looking out for people, and he’d heard the conversation about Alec in the team’s retreat room. Whatever happened at the rink today had been hard on him.
But I think the hug was exactly what Alec needed. Once he was in our arms, he’d breathed a little easier and his muscles had gone lax. It was as if the ropes binding the weight to his shoulders had loosened enough for him to shake free of them. I was just happy we were there for him.
Alec had soaked up our affection as if he was starved of it, and when he’d pulled back, I saw the familiar spark in him. He’d needed our touch. I got it; I think a lot of people did. Mum and I hugged, and so did Zali and I, but that was largely it. They say you need four hugs a day for survival. I often went days without a single one.
Right now, though, I wanted the kissing. I wanted it all. But I wouldn’t risk hurting them to get it. If they didn’t want to share, it couldn’t happen.
“You said we should do what makes us happy. Are you happy with me not choosing between you, Monroe?” I asked. He’d been married once. He’d fallen in love with Rosa, and they’d had a family together. It had ended in disaster, and from what Zali had told me, he’d been a bachelor ever since. He didn’t jump into bed with just anyone, and it was my biggest fear that he’d regret things after having waited to take that step.
He leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to my lips. “I am. If you’d asked me a week ago whether I would have been comfortable with this, I would have laughed in your face. But now? I don’t know.” He shrugged as he huffed out a disbelieving laugh. “It feels…”
“Right,” Alec supplied when Monroe’s words faltered.
I watched as he placed his empty plate on the coffee table then plucked at a loose thread on his shorts. He was looking down, staring a hole in the carpet.
“It feels right,” he added more quietly this time.
“Yeah, it does,” Monroe agreed without hesitation.
Alec sucked in a breath and glanced up, our gazes clashing and holding.
“And you, Alec? Are you okay with it being the three of us?” I asked.
He nodded. “I’m very okay with it.” His voice was a low, smokey rasp, deliciously sexy and rough.
Electricity sparked between us, and that familiar desire pooled low in my belly.
He was so utterly beautiful, but there was so much more to him than his looks. I swayed toward him, begging him to kiss me, and he reached out and ran his fingers through my hair. I leaned into his touch, and he shifted, turning into me before pressing his lips to mine. He kissed me slowly, a soft melding of our mouths. When he swiped his tongue over my lip, I opened for him. But instead of claiming me like he’d done in the past, he kept it slow and steady. His tongue glanced against mine, touching and teasing before retreating again.
“Let us make you feel good, beautiful,” Monroe murmured against my nape as he kissed down my spine.
The vibration of his voice sent shivers through me, and I clenched my thighs, desperately needing the friction.
I broke Alec’s kiss and leaned my head back. I sucked in a breath. My mind swam with a heady mix of desire and anticipation. “Yes,” I moaned as Alec nibbled my jaw before kissing my throat.
The words were barely out before Alec hooked his arm under my legs. I squeaked in surprise, and when he lifted me bride style, I threw my arms around his broad shoulders.
“Wait,” I protested.
Alec froze and tilted his head, waiting for me to speak. When I winced, he raised his brow. “You aren’t going to warn me that you’re too heavy, are you?”
“Um, yes?”
“Brace yourself on my shoulders for a second. Just hold on so you don’t overbalance.”
“No, Alec—”
“Do you trust me, Cara? Because, seriously, if we’re about to get naked, I hope you at least trust me enough to let me show you something. Just hold on for a second. It won’t hurt either of us.”
I hadn’t known him for long, but I did trust him. Implicitly. I nodded and grasped his shoulders, willing myself not to tense up and show him how nervous I was.
He tucked his elbows into his sides and smirked, that wicked smile that did sexy things to my insides. Then he curled his biceps and lifted me as high as his shoulders. I squealed and gripped him tight.
“Relax, beautiful girl. I won’t drop you.”
He lowered me down again, and my jaw dropped. “You… just….”
He did it again, then a third time.
“Now you’re being a show-off,” I scolded, but my words lacked any heat.
My body was another story. I was burning up, my heart pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. I was wet, my kitty swollen and throbbing. Desire coursed through my veins. He crushed his mouth to mine, and I whimpered.
I froze, mortified by the sound.
Alec moaned and lowered me further, pressing me against his groin. His hard length branded my hip. My breath shuddered out of my lungs, and he pulsed against me.
Oh. Oh! He likes the noises.
Monroe rested his hands on mine where I was bracing myself on Alec’s shoulders, and he growled, “Bedroom—now.”
He shifted so he was holding Alec’s sides and nudged him forward, guiding him toward my bedroom. Alec never stopped kissing me, trusting Monroe to lead us where we needed to be. It turned me on even more.
This was it. It was finally going to happen. I was finally going to find out what all the fuss was about.
I was getting myself some D.
Alec halted and pulled away, breaking our kiss. I blinked open my eyes and saw the two of them in front of me. My mouth went dry and my heart rate kicked up a notch. I swallowed hard, trying to dislodge the lump in my throat. No words came out when I opened my mouth to speak. Nerves fluttered in my belly. How did they want to do this?
“Place our girl on her feet, Alec,” Monroe ordered.
It was the first time he’d used Alec’s name rather than Hux, and it was hot as heck hearing the words slip from Monroe’s beautiful lips. Alec eased me down, and I bit my lip, unsure of what to do next. I looked up at them—way up. Without shoes I wasn’t even five-three. Monroe was half a head taller than me, and Alec was a whole foot taller.
“Take your dress off, gorgeous,” Alec encouraged, his eyes obsidian as he watched me hungrily.
I licked my lips, my pulse fluttering in my veins. Would they like what they saw? Was my inexperience too obvious? I had no idea what I was doing. I didn’t know how to be sexy. I wasn’t a stripper who could take off a piece of clothing and hold every man in her audience captivated. I was the girl who loved sweet cotton panties with the little bow on the front. They were the same style I’d worn since I was a toddler. I had matching bras now, too, but they weren’t lingerie. They weren’t sexy. Alec could get any woman he wanted—they literally fell over themselves to be with hockey players—and Monroe was as gorgeous as a romance novel cover model.
My hands trembled as I tried to undo the top button on my dress. I shook my hands out and blew out a breath, trying to calm myself.
Monroe grasped my hands in his warm ones, the rough skin on his palms grounding me. “Do you still want this, Cara? You can stop anytime. We won’t be upset. It’s a lot having two of us here.”
“I do, I’m just nervous,” I admitted softly. I closed my eyes and confessed, “I want to be good for you.”
“You’re already perfect,” he murmured.
His kiss took me by surprise, and I melted into his touch. His kisses were drugging, consuming every one of my senses. He guided my hands back to the buttons and kept his hands there, rubbing his thumbs softly over my knuckles in encouragement. With his support I got the first one undone and the rest followed quickly until the bodice of my dress hung open, ready to slip off my shoulders.
“That’s a beautiful sight,” Alec murmured over my shoulder.
He pressed his hard body against mine, and I moaned. Monroe pulled back and ran his finger down my chest, stopping at the bow on my bra.
“So sexy,” Monroe growled. “Can I take this off, Cara?” He grasped the shoulder straps of my dress and waited for my okay to tug it down.
I nodded, closed my eyes, and waited for him to slip it from me. The material brushed against my nearly naked body as it fell and pooled at my feet. It was both the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced as well as the most terrifying.
I was standing there, dressed only in a bra and panties in front of the two hottest men I’d ever seen. I’d kissed them, and now we were getting naked together.
Oh, God. This is really happening.
I held my breath, listening intently. Would I hear those sexy noises they made now that they could see me properly? My soft rolls, the sagginess of my boobs from their heft, and my thick thighs were right in front of them. They could see every imperfection in my body and everything I couldn’t—and some that I wouldn’t—change about myself.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” Alec praised.
His words lit me up from the inside like a New Year’s Eve fireworks spectacular. My belly flip-flopped as I soared to dizzying heights. I couldn’t help the smile that broke out on my lips or the relieved huff of laughter that bubbled out of me.
“Did you expect anything different?” Monroe asked, gripping my chin and tilting my face up.
I opened my eyes and nodded.
He tutted. “Cara, you’re perfection. Soft in all the right places, curves for days. What’s that song? ‘Body Like a Back Road’? That’s you. I could map every inch of your body with my tongue a hundred times over and never have enough.”
I swooned. Actually swooned. Alec grasped my hand, holding me up, and I took the opportunity to step out of my dress. I felt sexy in front of them. They were attracted to me, not those puck bunnies and models. Me. If that wasn’t a confidence boost, I didn’t know what was. Heat raced through my veins, warming my cheeks.
“Goddamn, that blush,” Alec rasped, his voice strained. “I can see exactly how far down it goes.”
Monroe hummed and said reverently, “I’ve wanted to know the same thing from the moment I met you.”
He ran the back of his index finger along the top of my bra, touching my breast with a whisper-soft caress. Gooseflesh broke out over my skin, and I shivered, want cascading through my veins like river rapids. He tucked his finger under the shoulder strap and eased it down my arm. Alec reached around my back and expertly unclipped it. I held my arms tucked into my sides, keeping my bra in place for a moment.
Buoyed by a boldness I’d never experienced before, I asked, “Are you getting naked too?” My voice was breathy, sexier than I’d ever heard it before. Nerves and anticipation warred for dominance over the tiny part of my brain not already drenched in lust.
Alec shucked his shirt in one swift motion and carelessly tossed it over his shoulder. I almost swallowed my tongue at the display.
Tattoos. Muscles. Miles of smooth skin with intricate artwork.
He had bulk, but every one of his muscles was defined. There wasn’t a single gram of fat on Alec’s body, and the way his ink curved over those muscles made my mouth water. Now I understood what Monroe had said about mapping my body with his tongue. I wanted to do the same to Alec’s.
Then Monroe reached behind his head and drew his shirt off. He lifted it a lot slower, and the anticipation at seeing him without it drenched my panties.
I moaned when I got a look at the trail of silver hair running up his belly. It met that thicker patch on his chest that I wanted to rub my face against. He was lean and wiry, his body hard and strong, and I salivated at the view.
How did I get so lucky? I was going to touch every part of them, then follow the path that my fingers traced with my mouth.
I let my bra fall to the floor, and my nipples peaked in the cool air blowing from the air-conditioning. Twin growls had me sucking in a breath.
Alec prowled forward, getting up in my personal space, and I instinctively took a step back, my calves hitting the bed.
“Scared, little girl?”
“Of you? Never.”
“You should be. I’m as hungry as a wolf.”
“You going to gobble me up?” I asked, flashing him an anything but innocent smile.
“No,” he answered and shook his head, glancing at Monroe as he did. “We both are.”
He shoved me gently, and I fell backward, giggling as I hit the bed. My arms splayed out wide, and I hitched my knee up. I was more open and exposed than I ever had been before, but the looks in their eyes—the naked desire radiating from them—gave me confidence.
Monroe stepped forward and tucked my knees together before hooking his fingers under my panties. “I want these off so I can feast on you.”
“Yes.” I nodded frantically, desperate for their touch.
He slid them down just enough that he could see the top of my kitty, and then he bent down and breathed deep, holding the breath inside his lungs. He pressed a kiss to my mound, right above my clit, and groaned. I arched up, needing more of him, but Monroe used my movement to draw my panties down my legs.
“Spread your legs, beautiful. Let us see our pretty pussy,” Alec ordered, his voice a harsh whisper.
I did, and Alec’s hand went straight to his shorts, squeezing his shaft through the thin fabric. “Fuck me,” he whispered.
Alec kneeled on the bed and palmed my breast, plucking my nipple between his finger and thumb. I exhaled, shivering at his touch. He leaned down and swiped his tongue over my other nipple, and I cried out, arching into his talented mouth. I threaded my fingers into his hair and held him there, needing everything he was giving me and more. Alec hummed, then sucked hard. Lightning shot through me like an electric current, and my hips jacked forward, instinctively chasing a high.
Monroe watched us, his gaze never leaving mine. He adjusted himself through his shorts, hissing when he touched his erection. He pressed his big hand down on my hamstring, pushing my leg up toward my stomach. I was completely open to him.
Exposed.
I’d never felt sexier.
My juices leaked from my kitty, and Monroe licked me from my core to my clit, his tongue swirling over my skin. He left me scrambling for purchase. I gripped his hair with my free hand and my eyes rolled back. I shouted out as he rocked my world. I shivered, my legs already shaking.
Monroe groaned. The vibration was like a shot of ecstasy straight into my veins, drugging me and flinging me into orbit at the same time.
“Delicious,” he grunted. I watched him reach into his shorts and adjust himself. “Christ, I could come just from tasting you.”
He licked me again, flicking his tongue over my clit and lapping up the juices that were free-flowing from my core. My kitty clenched, and he growled. He swirled a finger at my entrance, and I cried out, chasing his touch with a punch of my hips. He slid his finger inside me, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. He crooked it and brushed something inside me that made my toes curl and my eyes cross. I cried out again, the pitch increasing as he worked me over with slow movements of his finger.
Then he added another one.
My inner walls gripped him tight. My legs shook.
The fluttering of my pulse quickened. A rushing low in my belly like none that I’d ever experienced before hit me like a tsunami.
Monroe sucked on my clit, and I gasped.
Waves began rippling through my body, and I sobbed out a cry as my body quaked and my orgasm exploded through me.
“Fucking beautiful,” Alec murmured.
Monroe plunged his tongue into my kitty alongside his fingers, and the fullness set off another ripple of ecstasy through me. He rubbed his stubbled cheeks against my inner thighs. The soft whiskers tickled me, heightening every sensation. I was breathless, writhing on the bed, my orgasm renewing itself over and over.
I was sweaty, wrung out, and boneless, and I huffed out a disbelieving giggle. For my first time with a man—well, two— that was spectacular. Monroe eased his fingers from me, and my kitty throbbed at the sudden loss. I moaned. The ache inside me hadn’t receded. I still needed more.
Alec shoved his shorts down his hips, giving me my first look at an erection somewhere other than on the internet. I licked my lips, my mouth watering at the sight. He was long and thick with a darker head and veins running down his length. It would stretch my jaw and fill my mouth so good. A bead of precum pooled at the slit.
“Suck me, please,” Alec begged, his voice taut with desperation.
I scrambled to my knees as Alec stumbled off the bed and stood in front of me so his shaft was in my line of sight. I reached out for him, but hesitated. I had no idea how to do this. I’d watched porn, but there was no way I could do what they did. I couldn’t slurp it down until his trimmed pubes hit my nose. I’d choke on it.
Did I use my hands first? Should I work up to sucking on him? Did I lick him first? What if I hated the taste? What if I gagged if he pushed in too deep?
Alec brushed my hair off my face, and he drew me closer to him.
“You’re such a good girl,” Monroe praised. “So sexy on your knees for Alec.”
“Cara, please,” Alec begged.
I squeezed my eyes closed and rested my forehead on his thigh. His erection rubbed against my face, and he groaned, then rocked his hips. It was as if he needed whatever friction he could get.
“I’ve never done this before,” I confessed. My cheeks were hot, and I was more embarrassed than I’d ever been, but I didn’t want to get it wrong. I wanted to make it good for both of them. How did I do that without knowing what the heck to do?
Alec moaned, and a smear of precum wet my cheek as he punched his hips forward. Monroe hissed, and I looked his way. He was squeezing himself around the base of his shaft. His forearm was tense, unmoving. I bit my lip, unsure of whether I’d made the ultimate faux pas.
Monroe sucked in a breath through clenched teeth and tilted his face up to the ceiling. He looked like he was in pain. I hated that I was doing that to him, that I was upsetting him, but I needed to get it all out there.
“You’re my first kisses. That was the first time anyone else has given me an orgasm.”
Alec bent at the waist, pulling his cock out of my reach, and kissed the top of my head. He reached for his shorts and pulled them up his legs. “It’s okay, beautiful. I don’t expect you to—”
“I want to.” I reached out and pulled his shorts back down. The heat radiating off his skin drove me wild.
Tentatively, I lightly wrapped my fist around his thick length and pumped, and another drop of precum leaked out of the tip. Alec’s groan was pained. I let go, pulling my hand back in horror. Had I hurt him? He shuddered, and the sound that broke free was like a sob.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I want this—like, really really want it. I want all of it, but I don’t know….”
“I’ll teach you,” Monroe offered.
Alec groaned. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and squeezed hard, his entire length going a deep red. Monroe shifted so he was kneeling next to me on the bed and wrapped his arm around my waist. He guided my hand back to Alec’s erection and squeezed until my grip was tighter than anything I thought he’d enjoy.
“Firm grip so it’s nice and tight. It’ll drive him wild. See how much Alec’s leaking for you? He’s so turned on right now.” Monroe’s voice was a purr in my ear, hypnotizing in its intensity.
“Lick me,” Alec begged.
Monroe leaned forward and drew his tongue up Alec’s length, swirling it over his head. Alec shouted out and Monroe pulled back, his eyes wide.
He swallowed.
Blinked.
“Ah,” Monroe stammered.
I held my breath, more turned on than I’d ever been but freaked out too. If Alec was upset, this thing would be over and done with in less than a minute.
Alec carded his other hand into Monroe’s hair and tilted his head up until their gazes met. Alec’s was molten, Monroe’s uncertain. Hesitant.
“I want it. Do it again,” Alec rasped. “So sexy with my cock in your mouth. Can’t wait to taste you too.”
Monroe’s eyes fluttered closed, and he leaned in again. He closed his lips around the head of Alec’s cock and drew him deeper into his mouth. His lips touched where our joined fists worked Alec over. Then he reversed course, sliding back up until he could lick Alec’s slit. He pulled off after a moment and turned to me. There was a wariness in his gaze that had me rushing to reassure him. I pressed my lips to his, swiped my tongue over his lip and moaned when I tasted Alec’s precum on his tongue.
Alec’s cock bumped our lips, and we pulled back a fraction, letting him slide it between our joined mouths. Alec cried out and withdrew before snapping his hips forward again. Over and over, he moved between us. We kissed his length and stroked him with our tongues.
I shifted, drawing the head of his cock into my mouth. I sucked gently, still unsure of how much pressure he’d like. Alec shivered, moaning long and low in the back of his throat. His taste burst on my tongue, but before I got a good taste of him, he pulled back.
“Gonna come,” he rushed out. “I want to see you buried to the hilt in our girl, Roe. Want to come all over you.”
Monroe shook his head. “No. Not this time.”
His words were like a slap to the face. He didn’t want me? Shame swamped me, and I shifted my arm, instinctively covering myself.
It didn’t escape his notice, and Monroe took my hand, lifting my fingers to his mouth. “I’m, um… too big.” He rubbed his forehead and winced. “You’ll have to work up to me, or I’ll hurt you, beautiful girl.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but I had no idea what. I looked to Alec for guidance and licked my lips at the way he was gazing at us on our knees. Heavy-lidded eyes, his chest heaving and his hands trembling, Alec was on the edge.
“Want to watch you sink into our girl. Be her first, Alec. Let me paint you both in my cum.”
“Yesss,” Alec hissed and flipped me in an instant, dropping me onto my back on the bed.
My legs fell open, but a splinter of worry lodged inside me. I knew it was going to hurt, but I hoped I could get through it.
Alec shuffled back and dropped to his haunches, his ass up in the air as he licked up my leg. “I’ve never been with anyone without protection. I get tested every few months, and I’m on PrEP, but full disclosure, I’ve been with two people since getting tested last. I used protection with both of them, though.”
A pang of jealousy hit me, but I beat it down. I couldn’t control his past, nor would I want to. He’d been with them before, but he was with me now, and I needed to focus on that. When I did, there was only one thing that mattered. I wanted to feel everything with him. With them.
“Come inside me bare,” I ordered. I was on birth control, and with the risk of an STI largely removed, there was no need for condoms.
“Roe, show us that monster,” Alec directed before he licked my kitty.
I cried out and my eyes snapped closed. My nerve endings instantly sizzled as he plunged his tongue inside me, alternating between it and his fingers. He worked me open with them, stretching me and giving me the fullness I craved. I was addicted already.
He feasted on me, turning me inside out and driving me to the edge over and over before pulling back and leaving me adrift. I moaned, needing friction. He moved his fingers inside me, pressing down on that magical spot Monroe had found. My toes curled and my legs shook.
“Jesus Christ, I need that bad boy inside me,” Alec growled. “Want you to split me open. Stuff me full. I’d feel you for days.”
Monroe huffed out a laugh, and I blinked my eyes open, curiosity winning out.
My breath caught. Monroe wasn’t kidding when he said he was big. His erection was nearly as thick as my wrist. I wouldn’t even be able to get my hand around him, and my hands weren’t that small! That wasn’t just a cock. It was advanced-level penis. Mensa level, in fact.
He’d been hiding that anaconda from the world, and now I got a taste of it.
Me, myself, and I.
When had I died and gone to penis heaven? Not just one but two perfect samples to get me going on the D-train.
Alec slid his hands under my butt and wiggled his thick thighs under me so I was nearly bent in half. “Hold your legs up and out, sweet girl. I’ll be gentle, but I’ll stop anytime you need me to.”
I nodded, and he rubbed the tip of his cock against my opening.
“Fuck me, that’s a beautiful sight,” Monroe praised reverently. He worked his hand along his cock, the precum leaking from his slit lubing the way.
Alec pushed forward, slowly sliding into me, and I moaned. I was wet, but he was bigger than the only thing I’d ever had inside me before that night—my fingers. He withdrew a bit, then shifted forward again, pumping his hips slowly and gaining ground each time. I waited for the bite of pain that I’d overheard the girls in high school talking about, but it never came. Alec was gentle and patient with me.
“You’re doing so well, sweet girl. So beautiful," Monroe praised, reverence in his tone as he slid his hand slowly along his length, his eyes locked onto the point where we were joined. He licked his lips and moaned, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. "You can feel Alec stretching you, can’t you? I bet you’re so tight. Isn’t she, Alec?” Monroe shivered as if he could imagine exactly what it felt like.
Alec groaned, then nodded. He was breathing heavily, his eyes screwed shut and his jaw locked tight. Monroe dipped his head and sucked on my nipple. I cried out and arched into his touch. Alec snapped his hips forward. sinking into me to the hilt. I gasped, and he froze. He moved his hand, slipping his thumb down to my clit. I cried out the moment he touched me, lightning zapping through my veins at the contact. My nerve endings sizzled, and I tightened around Alec’s girth.
Roe slid his hand down my belly and pressed his finger next to Alec’s. “Get busy fucking our girl, Alec. Let’s make her come so many times that she can’t walk.”
Alec withdrew slowly and glided his hips forward again. He was as graceful inside me as he was on the ice. But I needed more.
“Alec, I need…,” I begged, not even knowing what more was.
He punched his hips forward, and I cried out, “Yes.”
He released my clit, leaving Monroe’s hand there, and pumped into me. With every hard and fast thrust, everything jiggled. My breasts bounced, the movement pulling my nipple harder as Monroe sucked on it. He alternated between my breasts, his fingers never leaving my clit except to slide down and encircle Alec’s thick shaft. Watching him touch Alec was so hot—the visual of my own private fantasy come to life.
Every time Alec plunged inside me, he hit my G-spot. The quickening low in my belly started again, my core clenching around Alec’s erection.
“Oh fuck, Roe. She’s gonna come on my dick. She’s so fucking tight,” Alec growled as he sped up, thrusting faster and deeper every time.
I keened and whimpered, my body locking up tight as my orgasm hit me with the force of a freight train. Heat washed over me, tingles racing through my body as my channel contracted rhythmically.
Alec shouted out, pressing his hips deeper before pulling back and driving forward again, over and over, pegging my G-spot each time. He pulsed within me, lava-hot cum painting my insides. My orgasm reignited, painless fire roaring through me. It was an inferno, consuming me as I shouted out hoarsely.
Monroe pulled back, letting go of my sensitive nipples and shuffled closer. His hand moved in a blur over his shaft. I wanted a taste. I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted to be spit-roasted, speared from each end on these two men, like the girls in the group porn I’d watched as I tried to figure out my sexuality.
Why had I always imagined myself having sex with more than one person? Why couldn’t I picture myself being happy with just one man? This, right here, was the answer. I was polyamorous and a newly inducted devotee. It was official—I was addickted.
I pushed up onto my elbows and licked Monroe’s slit. He hissed, and I opened my mouth, pushing my tongue past my lips.
“Fuck her mouth, Roe. Give us that cum. Paint us in it,” Alec goaded.
Monroe snapped. He gripped my hair and tugged my face into position. He slid his shaft along my tongue, thrusting in as deep as I could take. My mouth was full of him, my kitty filled with Alec. I was in heaven. This was what people raved about. I got it now. I understood exactly why people couldn’t get enough.
My eyes rolled back at Monroe’s rough touch, and my kitty clenched, on the edge again already.
“Oh yeah, she loves it, Roe. She’s squeezing my dick so good every time you pump into her.” Alec ground his hips deeper, his softening cock still inside me.
I whimpered, and he reached for my clit again, pressing down on it. My kitty throbbed, and I moaned.
Monroe’s cock thickened, getting even harder than it had been a second earlier. He shouted out, and the first pulse of cum hit my tongue. It was salty and tangy. I swirled it around my mouth, savouring the taste. He pulled back, painting my lips, chin, and throat with his seed. I moaned, and he pointed his cock at my breasts to let the last drops fall onto my chest.
Alec slid his fingers into me, his softening erection slipping free. He curled them and pressed on my G-spot, pumping slowly as Monroe panted above me. He rested his hand on Alec’s shoulder, steadying himself, and shivered when Alec leaned forward and sucked his shaft into his mouth.
My orgasm rippled through me, not as long or intense as my others, but just as drugging. Alec’s eyes fluttered shut, and Monroe pumped his hips forward, his semi sliding between Alec’s lips. Every time Monroe moved, my core clenched, and sensation washed over me. My kitty throbbed as if he was inside me. Watching the two of them together was hands down hotter than anything I’d ever seen.
Monroe finally pulled free of Alec’s mouth and collapsed next to me. Alec fell forward and pressed a kiss to my lips, licking up Monroe’s cum. After gathering it up, he fed it to me, sharing Monroe’s essence with each swipe of his tongue against mine. He pulled back and sucked it off my throat, kissing me again until we’d swallowed all of it.
“That was…,” Alec murmured as his chest heaved and the pulse at his throat hammered in his veins.
“The best sex I’ve ever had,” I quipped, a giggle escaping my lips. I was boneless, every nerve ending still sizzling like I’d been struck by lightning, and I was thoroughly sated.
“Smartass,” Monroe chided with a laugh and a light shove to my shoulder that jiggled my breasts.
My guys groaned, and I preened, loving that they found my curves sexy.
“But seriously, you blew me away. Both of you.” I sighed happily. “Can I keep you?”
Alec was quiet, but the yearning in his eyes spoke volumes. Monroe nuzzled into me and hummed.
“I’d like that,” he said softly. After a moment he spoke again in a voice so low, I wasn’t sure if I’d imagined the words. “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt so alive.”