Chapter 18
LIFE KINK
Trina
Before I met these guys, I never knew I wanted two men at once. Now I can’t imagine wanting anything else in bed with such ferocity. Such intensity. I’m driven mad with lust. I’m hot and sweaty and wet and bursting.
“She’s so fucking tight, man. The way her pussy is gripping me is insane,” Ryker says with a carnal moan.
Sharp pulses of pleasure jolt my body as Ryker pounds me mercilessly. He punctuates each deep thrust with a stroke of his fingers over my clit, frying my cells.
I want to scream in pleasure, but my mouth is full. Chase’s holding my face in his big hands while fucking my mouth.
“I can’t fucking wait to get inside her. But how did you last with this mouth?” He slides out, giving me a break for one hot second.
A second where my legs shake and my brain scrambles from their conversation about me.
“Because I like the sound she makes when she comes more,” Ryker says, and pleasure twists in my belly, a low, delicious pull that signals a storm is coming soon.
“I’m close,” I say on a whimper.
Chase growls. “Me too. She sounds so fucking hot when she comes,” he says, then serves me his dick again, and I take it, lapping up his thick shaft. “Need to hear that sound real soon. Can you get her there, man?”
I’m nearly there from their words, and I can’t answer with my own, but I just nod desperately so they know I’m right there with them on the edge, then I maneuver a hand between my thighs, over Ryker’s, rubbing my clit with him.
He strokes and fucks, and soon, the pleasure is barreling through me, and I’m tipping over the edge, shattering in a million ecstatic pieces. There’s no room in me for anything but pure erotic bliss. It surges from my center to the ends of me.
“Let us hear you, baby,” Chase urges, easing out. “Be as loud as you want.”
I’m crying out instantly from the climax, while Ryker slams deeply into me, chasing his own.
He’s close as well. I can tell by his pants. By the hard, heavy grunts. Chase is too, stroking his dick by my face. I want to finish him off with my mouth, but all at once, my brain pops with an image.
“Come on me. At the same time,” I demand.
Chase roars. “You heard her,” he says to his partner in pleasing me.
In no time, Ryker pulls out, while Chase flips me to my back effortlessly. Ryker must remove the condom in a flurry, since he’s bare now, bending over me, jerking his dick on my stomach till he comes with a howl, ropes of white streaking across my stomach.
“Yes, fucking yes,” Chase says, and the sight must send him over the cliff too, since he’s painting my tits with his come.
The sight is so dirty, so sexy that I shove a hand between my thighs, flicking my clit furiously while rubbing their come into my tits with my other hand. Seconds later, I’m launching myself into a third orgasm from my own fingers.
As I come loudly, they’re sandwiching me while kissing my face, my hair, my cheeks. They’re adoring me with their mouths and their tender touches as I pant and moan. Then, they both curl against me, holding me post-orgasm till I come down from this high.
Only I don’t think I ever will.
* * *
Sex is messy when you’re doing it with one person. But two? This shower is extra necessary.
I’m standing under the rainfall shower in Chase’s city of a bathroom, finally clean of the evidence of my double dose of spunk but savoring the hot water.
Oh, and I’m savoring Ryker’s hands on me. His attention makes me feel soft and special.
After a speed demon shower before I got in, Chase left to take Nacho for a pee break. That’s something Jasper never did—walk my dog—so I’m feeling a little soft and squishy for Chase too.
Ryker stands behind me, roaming his soapy hands down my back, spreading my strawberry bodywash over my skin. When he finishes my back, he spins me around and washes my arms, then my belly one more time. When he’s done, he meets my gaze, a concerned look in his dark eyes. “How are you feeling?”
I blink as the steam enrobes us, trying to get a read on him, but his face is stoic again. “Um, good? Should I not be good?”
He drops a kiss to my forehead, lingering there. “Just making sure. It was a lot for you,” he says softly.
Ohh.
Wow. That’s another thing I’m not used to either. A guy checking in with me post-sex. Asking thoughtful questions. My skin warms up, and I don’t think it’s from the heat of the shower.
“Turns out I like…a lot,” I say, a little vulnerable as I make that admission.
He tucks a finger under my chin. His midnight blue eyes capture mine with a steadiness that unnerves me since I don’t know what it means. Especially since he’s so quiet as he studies me, head tilted, thumb stroking my chin. Then, at last, he speaks. “Me too.”
My heart beats so fast, understanding his silence now. I swallow, trying to figure out what to say next. But maybe this is one of those times when words don’t matter.
I just let out a heady breath and say, “I’m still hungry. Are you?”
With a smile, he says, “Famished.”
* * *
Dried off and lotioned up, I pull on an An Open Book T-shirt, with the words I like big books and I cannot lie on it. Then I grab a pair of sleep shorts from my bag in my room, along with my glasses, and pad out to the kitchen where I’m greeted by twenty pounds of love, charging me.
I bend down and Nacho leaps into my lap, tail wagging madly. “Was I gone forever?” I ask him.
With a happy whimper, he licks my face, giving me his yes.
“Well, now I’m back, little guy,” I say, then kiss his snout and return him to the couch.
Immediately, he burrows his nose into the corner sofa pillow like it’s his new girlfriend.
He’s actually rubbing his face against it.
“Well, someone is in insta-love,” I remark as I head to the island counter to join the guys, where they’ve set down the takeout food.
Chase hands me a glass of white wine. “Thank you,” I say, drawing a satisfied breath.
This is the life. Mediterranean food. A late-night hang with two fantastic guys. My favorite critter nearby.
But when I take a swallow, I nearly spit up the sauvignon. So much for good behavior. The perfect pup has turned full perv again. Nacho has shoved the couch pillow between his legs and is humping it.
Mortified, I set down the glass, pop up from the stool, and rush over to him. “Nacho! No! Stop now!”
That only motivates him more. He pumps faster. Rocking those doggy hips wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am style. This is so embarrassing. My dog is getting it on with our host’s pillow, and I can only imagine how he’s going to defile it any second. I do not want to clean that up. I will die.
“Go, Nacho!” Chase shouts.
“That’s it, boy! Bring it home,” Ryker catcalls.
“Don’t encourage him,” I beg.
My face flushes beet red as I grab my randy beast, but he clutches the pillow tightly, and I have to wrestle it from his libidinous paws. “We are guests,” I say, admonishing him when I finally free the pillow from his grasp.
But the horndog is still humping air. “You were supposed to be a model canine,” I chide as the guys cheer him on.
Not fair.
Nacho pumps a few more times, determined to mate with a cushion.
Then, one more time for those in the back.
But, like a wind-up toy winding down, Nacho gives a final half-cocked thrust before he runs out of steam.
Thoroughly shamed, I set him on the geometric area rug in front of the couch.
“Stay here. On the floor. And don’t embarrass me a second time,” I say, and Nacho curls up like he did nothing disgusting.
What a short memory.
Chase snorts from the counter.
Next to him, Ryker laughs. “Good luck with that. Your dog likes to eat undies and fuck. Chances are high he’ll embarrass you again.”
I cover my face. “I can’t believe he did that,” I say as I return to the counter, shooting Nacho a steely glare before I join the guys.
“Really? You can’t?” Ryker asks with a lift of his brow.
Chase pours some wine. “I mean, after everything you’ve told us about him.”
“Seems like this tracks for Nacho,” Ryker adds.
“But hey, at least he didn’t…finish.”
I sigh. “Yes, there is that small victory.”
Chase pats the chair. “Eat. Drink. Then, you need to get some sleep.”
“Yeah, you have to work tomorrow,” Ryker says, gruff but caring too. “You need your rest.”
Wow. Is this aftercare? For my newly unlocked threesome kink? If so, sign me up. But, in all fairness, I’m pretty sure being told to eat yummy food and go to bed early is, in fact, one of my pre-existing kinks.
It’s a life kink, if you will.
I sit down and we eat. This should feel strange, a post-sex meal with two guys. I’ve only ever done post-sex fooding with one guy, of course.
But the three of us seem to slide into these moments naturally, like we did this morning with the pancakes. Still, as I scoop up some hummus onto a pita, I’m brimming with curiosity I just can’t keep to myself. After I take a bite, I say, “So, I’m dying to know something, Chase.”
“Hit me up,” he says, putting his fork down before he takes a bite of the herb chicken.
“You’ve never done this before. This whole—” I flap a hand in the direction of the bedroom, suddenly shy again.
After what I just did, how can I be shy? Maybe it’s because talking about sex is its own kind of intimacy. It’s one thing to strip naked physically. It’s entirely another to do it emotionally, with words.
I try again, owning my awkward as much as I own my pleasure. “This whole…three-way.”
“Devil’s three-way,” Ryker adds dryly.
I sit primly. “I prefer manwich,” I say, then laugh with them.
From my dog’s dirty deeds to nicknames for threesomes, I don’t miss my ex one bit.
Wow.
I really don’t.
I sit up straighter on that realization. I don’t miss Jasper. Also, I can relax in bed. I can let go. I just needed to be with the right guy. Or, really, the right guys.
“My ex was wrong,” I say, almost like I’ve come out of a trance.
“About literally everything,” Ryker mutters. “Except liking hockey.”
“Facts,” Chase says.