Chapter 32
QUEEN MOVE
Trina
There comes a time in many a woman’s life where she asks herself the question—will I ever take a dick up my ass?
And not just in an ask an existential question with your girlfriends over wine way.
In a will I do it way.
On the drive to Chase’s home, I’m lost in my thoughts. Wondering how I’ve reached the point in my life where I’m desperately craving something that always felt like a bawdy debate topic for a girls’ night out rather than a reality.
I never craved two men at once till I met these guys a week ago. What does that say about me? That I’ve been secretly kinky for all these years and waiting for someone to unlock me?
Or that I never knew my secret self until I met them?
Every day this week I’ve learned something new.
About pleasure. About possibility. About emotions.
And about how to talk and how to listen.
Once we reach Chase’s home, there’s something I want to discuss with them.
First, though, I let my dog into the little yard then back in.
Back in the living room, I turn around and face the men who showered me in gifts and protection tonight.
The one place I don’t want protection anymore is in the bedroom. “I’m on the pill. And I’ve been tested since my breakup. I’m negative. What about you guys?”
“Negative,” Ryker says.
“Same for me,” Chase echoes.
“Then I want you both…bare.”
They both gaze at me with beautiful lust in their eyes. There’ll be no barriers tonight, and that’s beginning to describe my emotions for these two as well.
Chase advances toward me, and curls a hand around my hip. “Good. Then we have another gift for you,” he says, like they’ve got a secret.
“You’ve been giving me gifts all night.”
“And we’re not done,” he says, and they take me to the palatial bathroom where Chase positions my hands against the wall and pushes up my dress, then slides down my undies.
He takes a small silver plug out of a velvet pouch, then lubes it up, and hands it to Ryker, who slides it into my ass. I draw a sharp breath, adjusting to the new sensation.
“Good?” Ryker asks.
“I think so,” I say.
Chase squeezes my ass. “Then how about you go put on that sexy new black lingerie set? Lie down on the bed and wait for us to give you a couple starter orgasms.”
Ryker reaches into a shopping bag and hands me some lace. “I want to see your hand inside your panties when we find you. You’ve got five minutes to get ready.”
I fly.
* * *
Hands on my stomach. Lips on the side of my neck. Fingers tracing my thighs. Kisses on the swells of my breast.
My eyes are closed and while I intrinsically know who’s kissing me and who’s touching me, at some point I lose track. As they lavish me with open-mouthed-caresses and tender brushes of their hands, I melt into sensations, and I stop thinking.
I’m just moaning and sighing into their twin touches, and the way they worship my body with their mouths and their hands and the press of their big frames against me.
It’s like a sensory overload, this kind of long, lingering seduction. Endless kisses on my belly. Talented fingers traveling over my legs. Hands in my hair. One man is kissing the side of my neck. The other my cheek. Then their hands roam down my body.
Chase grasps one breast; Ryker, the other.
This is so much. I didn’t have this on my list. I didn’t even think to put this on my list. It’s like they’re mirroring each other with their sensual foreplay, and it’s exquisite.
My body is popping with electricity. Then their hands glide over my stomach and they’re both heading for my center.
One man tugs up the waistband of my lace panties.
The other slides his hand through my slickness.
I writhe and I shout, “So good.”
Even with my eyes closed, I can feel their wicked smiles.
“You like that, sweetness?” Chase asks. “You like when he fingers your sweet, beautiful cunt?”
“I do,” I gasp.
“Put some on her lips. I want to taste it,” he says.
“Yeah, I want to taste her too,” Ryker says. “Right fucking now.”
I open my eyes. I have to watch them. Ryker dips his fingers against my heat again, then brings them to his mouth and sucks off my taste.
I arch my hips as I watch him lick each finger.
Then, he slides his hand through my wetness again and rubs my arousal over my lips.
Chase comes up and kisses it off. It’s a possessive kiss.
I feel something different in his touch.
He’s always been commanding and intense.
Now, there’s a sense of ownership and longing in the way his lips meet mine.
Like he’ll miss me when I’m gone, or maybe he already does.
Or maybe I’m just drunk on them. Drunk on him kissing me while Ryker plays with my pussy.
“I can feel you get wetter as he kisses you,” Ryker growls.
As if on cue, I gush.
“Yeah,” he grunts. “Just like that.”
More kisses. More touches. Until Chase stops kissing me and just lets out a long, lingering sigh. Everything feels dreamy and sexy and buzzy.
Then it feels dirty when Ryker pulls off my panties inch by inch and says, “We’re just getting started.”
And I no longer have any more questions—existential or practical—about how I got in this bed and what will happen next.
It feels like this is where I’m supposed to be.
* * *
I’m shivering. Panting. Moaning.
They’ve both already gone down on me. I don’t think I could be any wetter. And I seriously appreciate their commitment to the cause of lubrication.
All types of lubrication.
Because Chase removed the silver plug, then opened up my ass more with his lubricated fingers while he ate me out.
Now?
I’m ready and begging for them. Not only was the last hour foreplay. The entire evening has been, from the kisses in the car to the blow job in the dressing room. And to that moment on the street with Jasper. It’s been hours and hours of intensified excitement, and now I’m ready.
I push up on my elbows, looking up at two sexy, powerful men with throbbing cocks and hungry eyes. Wanting me. Needing me. I can feel the ferocity of their desire. Their primal need. It’s intoxicating, the way they both stare at me like the need to fuck me is their oxygen.
We haven’t talked about who’s claiming what part of me. Maybe that’s because I don’t feel like one is the first choice, the other the second. But facts are facts. Someone’s going to decide what dick goes in what hole and really, that someone should be me.
I might as well flip a coin, but here goes.
Feeling wicked and wonderful and like the best kind of hot mess there is, I sit up and lay out the game plan.
“I’m going to ride your dick, Ryker,” I say, looking at the grumpy but gentle giant, then at Chase, my outgoing but introspective guy.
“And Chase, as you fuck me, I want you to tell Ryker how my ass feels because it’s going to drive him crazy. ”
They both unleash feral moans, then Ryker slides up on the bed, stroking his cock.
Power. I feel it radiate through me as I straddle him, then bring the head of his cock to my aching center, rubbing him against me.
When I sink down on him, we both shudder.
Then I tremble some more as Chase’s big hand slides down my spine, then his slick fingers press against my back entrance.
“I’ve got this, baby,” Chase says, soothingly. “You keep riding that dick while I play.”
“I will.” Slowly I rise up and down as Chase fingers me some more.
But Ryker is unusually quiet as I ride his cock. He purses his lips, like he’s fighting something.
It’s hard for me to focus on asking him what’s wrong though when Chase kneels on the bed. Moving behind me, he notches the head of his cock against my ass.
He presses, barely sliding the tip in.
I groan from the intrusion. It’s not entirely pleasant, but it’s not painful either.
I’m sweating as I try to relax.
And Chase was right—this is work. Especially since the man under me still seems coiled tight. I’m worried. “What’s wrong?”
With a guttural groan, Ryker rasps out, “It’s just so fucking good. I’m trying to last with you.”
Oh. Oh.
That’s sexy in a way I never anticipated. I’m so used to these guys being able to do anything in bed. Being supermen. The idea that it’s hard for him to last because he’s so turned on sends a hot, fresh wave of bliss through me.
And just like that, I’m relaxing. Chase pushes in a fraction of an inch more. But what if I hate it? What if it feels terrible?
All at once, I tense and I lock up everywhere. Chase roams a gentle hand through my hair. “If it hurts, I’ll stop. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”
He’s so concerned, and that makes me loosen up. “You will?”
“Of course I will. Anything for you.”
“I want to like it,” I say, feeling terribly vulnerable. “But I’m afraid.”
Ryker touches my face with his knuckles, a reverent gesture. “It’s okay if you don’t. There’s no pressure.”
Chase drops a kiss to my shoulder. “You have nothing to prove.”
I breathe in all these sensations and emotions. Their acceptance of me. Their desire for me. Most of all, I let my own wishes fill my cells.
I can stop at any moment. But I don’t want to. I want two men.
I want two men desperately.
I want to feel them both inside my body. I’m climbing this double dick mountain and planting my badass babe flag at the top of Twin Cocks Peak.
I push my ass a little bit against Chase, then crane my neck to look back at him. “Have me.”
With a shuddery groan, he eases in inch by inch.
I feel so full. So stretched. Like I can’t hold anything else in my body. I don’t know if I can last like this.
My desire might not win. My body’s limits might prevail.
Until Ryker maneuvers a hand between our slick torsos, down my stomach, and he tenderly strokes my clit. Then Chase presses kisses along my neck. I breathe again and again.
And on the last big breath, I sink down once more on Ryker’s dick and back against Chase’s, and the pain ebbs away.
In its place comes something all new.
Something deep and powerful. An entirely new kind of pleasure I didn’t know was possible.
I’m filled from head to toe, from top to bottom. Before I even know what’s happening, I’m moving. It’s not easy because I’m sandwiched between them, but I manage as Chase grips my hips and sensually, deliciously drives his cock into my body.
With a possessive growl, then a low rumble, he says to his friend, “You’re going to lose your mind when you fuck her like this. She’s so fucking tight.”
“Yeah?” Ryker sounds desperate. “Her pussy’s never been wetter.”
“Her ass is so hot. Just looking at her ass taking me is driving me wild,” he says.
I tremble and moan.
“I can feel her gushing on my cock,” Ryker tells Chase, and I cry out.
Soon, I’m just made of sensations. I’m letting go in a whole new way. I’m giving myself to my two guys as they fuck me and take me and make me theirs.
Words like tight and hot and perfect and ours become my whole existence.
And then it’s just the slap of bodies.
The slick of sweat.
The pull of pleasure.
And then it’s me calling out their names. Begging for release. A deep thrust from under me, another from over me, and I lose my mind to the most intense moment of my life, tipping over into pleasure, nothing but pleasure, as I shatter between them.
I don’t know who comes next. I only know my head and my heart are filled with their groans and their grunts and their need for me too.
* * *
A little later, I’m sore and exhausted but still floaty. Ryker cleans me up in the shower, washing me under the hot stream and the dim lights.
When I get out, he wraps a towel around me as Chase runs a bath then drops in a bath bomb.
Strawberry. They must have bought it for me.
“I haven’t had a bath in ages,” I say, my voice hoarse.
“Relax, baby,” Chase says, then takes the towel as I step into the hot, bubbly water.
I sink down, then turn to look at Ryker. He’s wearing sweats; Chase is in shorts.
“Stay with me,” I say.
“I’m not leaving you,” Ryker answers.
“We’re right here,” Chase adds.
One man kneels at the end of the tub, the other sits on the floor by the top, and I am their queen.