Presley #2
A laugh tumbles out of me and I press my palm against my forehead. His honesty is refreshing. “I forgot how much I love your bluntness.”
Like a happy dog, Stephen bounces into the house and plants a kiss on my cheek before shoving Chance’s shoulder. “What’s for dinner, Grumpy Gills?”
Chance glares at the back of his head. “What the fuck is a grumpy gill?”
I pat his shoulder. “It’s from a kid’s movie.”
He rolls his eyes. “Of course it is.”
In the kitchen, Stephen rummages through the cabinets. “Where are your shot glasses?”
“I don’t have any.” I hop up onto the counter, and point to the cabinet to my left. “I have wine glasses and Solo cups in there.”
He pops open the tequila, and takes a swig directly from the bottle before passing it to me. “Limes and salt?”
“Limes in the fridge. Salt in that cabinet.” I take a sip from the bottle, and close my eyes as it slides down my throat. “Damn, I haven’t had this in such a long time.”
Chance slices a lime and hands each of us a wedge. “How often do you get a kid-free night?”
I heave a sigh. “Not often. Sometimes they’ll sleep at a friend’s house, but most of the time I host the sleepovers. I try to get out once a month with Dominique, but it’s pretty tame.”
Stephen arches a brow. “Not like our college days.”
I smile at the reminder. “Not one bit.”
He steps between my legs, and tips my chin. “Stick out your tongue.”
I do as he commands, and he sprinkles the salt onto my waiting tongue. Then he dips his head and strokes my tongue with his.
Oh, fuck.
Chance takes the bottle from my hand and gently tugs my chin away from Stephen. “Open.” He tips the bottle, pouring tequila into my mouth.
I swallow and suck on the lime while he pours some into Stephen’s mouth next. Forgoing the lime, Stephen grips the back of Chance’s neck and pulls him in for a rough kiss.
It’s been so long since I’ve seen the two of them together like this. Wetness instantly pools between my legs.
This is crazy. We should talk about this.
But I can’t seem to get out of the way of the train speeding toward me.
I’ve missed them, missed this, missed being touched.
The last four years have been filled with stress and grief, and all of my focus has been on the kids. For tonight, I just want to be selfish and indulge in my favorite guilty pleasure.
I yank them by their shirts, and pull their mouths down to mine. Having them both back feels like a dream I don’t want to wake from. It’s like I’ve stepped back in time, and nothing has changed. It’s just the three of us in love without any obstacles standing in our way.
“Do you want us, pretty girl?” Stephen pants against my mouth, his eyes tight like it’s taking all of his strength to stop. “Because this is your night, and it goes how you want it to go.”
I nod, throwing caution to the wind. “This is exactly how I want tonight to go.”
Without another word, Stephen drops to his knees and reaches under my shirt, tearing my panties from my body and tossing them onto the floor.
He licks a trail along my thigh before reaching for the salt and shaking it over my wet skin.
Then he laps it up, and opens his mouth right below my pussy, like he’s waiting.
Chance pours the tequila over me, and I gasp at the feel of the cool liquid over my heated, swollen clit. Stephen slurps it up, and then starts to feast on me.
I lean my palms back against the counter, and let out a loud moan.
Chance grips onto my neck and hauls my mouth against his, his tongue surging inside and matching the pace of Stephen’s licks.
He slides his hand under my shirt and teases my nipples while Stephen sucks on my clit. His muffled moans only spur me on.
Stephen doesn’t go down on me because he has to, or because it’s a chore.
He wants to be the best at everything in his life, and this is no exception.
He studies me, learning every sound, every movement of my hips, every tremble in my legs, until he can bring me to my release with expertise.
Stephen excels in every aspect of my body.
I hike up my knees, planting my feet at the edge of the counter, completely baring myself to Stephen. Then I grip his curls in my fist and grind my hips against his face.
Chance lets out a dark chuckle as he sucks on my bottom lip. “You’re about to come, aren’t you, baby? You’re so desperate for it.”
“Yes,” is all I can chant as the pleasure mounts.
Chance kneels down, and then I feel his tongue join Stephen’s. My senses are overwhelmed by the both of them, and my body relishes in the onslaught of pleasure. I place one hand on the back of each of their heads as I watch them between my legs.
I feel like a queen.
“Oh, my God.” My orgasm racks my body, and my head falls back as I cry out.
It feels like it lasts forever, wave after wave of white-hot heat crashing into me. I haven’t come this hard in so long—since the last time I was with them, no doubt.
The boys pull each other in for a kiss, my arousal glistening on their lips, before pushing to their feet to kiss me.
Chance scoops me up in his arms and stalks out of the kitchen, with Stephen hot on his heels. I’m carried upstairs and into my bedroom.
Chance lays me on the bed. “Take off that shirt and get on your knees, baby.”
I scramble to do as he orders, watching the two of them undress each other. My heart pounds in anticipation, knowing full-well what’s about to happen in this room.
I’m scared and ready at the same time.
What will happen tomorrow, in the light of day? No liquid courage, no house to myself. This can only be a one-night thing. I can’t fuck two men at once with children in the house, and I can’t devote time to a relationship, let alone a polyamorous one, while I’m raising them.
I almost laugh. Who says they’d even want a relationship with me? They can have any woman they want. There are thousands of women who’d jump at the chance to be with a professional athlete.
Why would they want to limit themselves to me? Certainly not now, in mom-mode, in this new diluted life in suburbia.
“Hey.” Chance dips down and forces my eyes to his. “Stay with us, baby. Get out of your head.”
They both crawl onto the bed on either side of me, sandwiching me between their gorgeous, hard bodies.
“Forget about whatever you’re thinking, pretty girl.” Stephen peppers my face with kisses. “We’re here. We’re together. We’ve found each other again. That’s all that matters.”
Tears well behind my lids, unexpected emotion bubbling to the surface. “I’ve missed you two so much.”
They cradle me in their arms, Stephen’s chest pressed against mine while Chance wraps around me from behind.
“We’ve missed you too,” Chance whispers.
Stephen smirks. “And we’re going to show you just how much.”
A shiver runs down my spine.
Chance sits back against the headboard and fists his cock with his right hand. “Ride me, baby.”
Chance is rarely selfish, always letting Stephen take what he needs first. But the way his obsidian eyes shine with unshed tears, it’s clear that he needs this right now.
I sniffle as I sit up. “I don’t have any condoms.”
Stephen chuckles as he slips out of bed, and digs into the pocket of his sweatpants. “Don’t you worry, pretty girl. I’ve got us covered.”