Chapter Seventeen #3
“No, I get her ass. She was a virgin when I took her the first time, and I’m going to take her virginity there, too,” Brent stated just as calmly and yanked the K-Y out of Cole’s hand.
I blinked as they argued as calmly as I had ever seen them before, the bottle finally being dropping between them until the dispute was finished.
“I figured she was untouched there by the way she came just now. I think the playing field would be evened fairly when she chooses if I take her virginity there. You’ve already done it once. I haven’t. I want a part of her like that,” Cole stated factually.
“Guys, please,” I moaned. “I’m dying here. Just make up your minds. I don’t care who goes where, just as long as it gets done!”
The stared at me, and then Brent muttered grumpily, “Rock, paper, scissors.”
“Fine,” Cole griped.
I choked on stupefied laughter as they played a child’s game to figure out who was going to screw me in the behind. It bubbled up and I couldn’t contain it as Brent chose paper and Cole chose scissors. I fell over giggling when Brent scowled at his hand and Cole grinned victoriously.
“Are two serious?” I sputtered out between gurgles of hilarity.
Cole pointed a finger, flicking it between him and Brent. “It’s a thing we do.” He shrugged.
Brent still scowled. “Yeah, we have a thing.”
I choked. “Obviously.”
They stared at me as I tried to get ahold of myself and then at the bed, and back again. This went on for a while. They cocked their heads and kept glancing back and forth. I had to ask.
“What are you two doing now?” I questioned, wiping tears from my eyes.
Cole rubbed his chin. “You know, I saw this video once…” He stared at me, and then the bed again.
Oh, this was too darn funny. I snorted.
“I have no clue how to do this, either.” Brent shrugged and pointed at me. “Unless, you have any bright ideas, hush up and let the big boys figure this one out.”
I choked. And busted up.
Brent grinned, snagging me around the waist. He tumbled on his back bring me with him. I sprawled over him, legs straddling him and my heated core rubbed against his cock.
Instantly, I stopped laughing and groaned, pushing against him.
From behind me, Cole grunted and murmured, “Well, that’ll do, too. I don’t really think we’re ready for what I saw on that video. Those people had to be double jointed or something.”
Brent laughed and kissed my nose. “This should be the easiest way.” He tilted his head to look at Cole. “Plus, I’m not double jointed. So don’t even suggest anything that I’ll end up breaking a bone.”
Cole snickered, and I heard the K-Y bottle snapping open. With that sound, I started to tremble. This might hurt a smidge. Brent’s fingers were one thing, but Cole’s cock was something else entirely.
Brent’s gaze met mine and he smiled at me tenderly, lopsided and all, knowing exactly what I was thinking.
He brushed my hair back and brought my face down, kissing me softly.
Our eyes never closed as he caressed my lips carefully, stroking his thumbs over my cheeks.
My trembling quickly decreased and Brent smiled against my mouth.
Cole handed over the bottle to Brent when he was through and Brent released me to apply it to himself.
When he was done, things stalled again when I asked what I thought was a simple question. Luckily, it didn’t take as long as before.
“Um, who goes first?” I asked quietly as Brent began to run his fingers up and down my arms, gentling me further.
Both froze, apparently thrown for a moment. They thought it through silently.
I watched Brent and he seemed to come to a decision. He tilted his head again to glance at Cole. “I’m thinking it should be you. She’ll probably be tighter if I’m already in before you and it could possibly hurt her.”
Cole agreed.
Decision made Cole knelt behind me, between Brent’s bent legs.
Cole asked Brent spread his legs wider before he tilted my fanny up in the air more.
Brent just watched my face as Cole ran his hands up and down my back to my behind.
It took me a moment to realize I hadn’t even flinched when he had touched my scars.
I didn’t have long to dwell on that, though, because he was soon situated at my rear. He pressed gently with the crown of his cock against my anus. My eyes bulged. Way friggin’ different than Brent’s fingers.
“Shh. It’ll be all right, darlin’,” Brent hushed me immediately.
Cole froze with barely the tip of his head inside.
“Ember?” Cole asked quietly.
“Just keep goin’,” I whispered.
“Brent, tell me if I hurt her,” Cole ordered.
Brent agreed just as seriously, “I will.”
Cole shifted his hips and rotated gently as he pressed further.
I tried breathing through it.
His head slipped inside, and he grunted softly. Little by little, he slowly pushed in and out. Amazingly, I found that when I pushed my muscles against him, he seemed to slide in easier. It happened by accident when he thrust too quickly once and, reflexively, I pushed back to stop the entry.
He began breathing hard as he thrust in deliberate, tiny increments. It was killing him to go slow. I could feel it in the way he gripped my hips and trembled against me. It didn’t hurt so much as I breathed steadily, so I pushed back with my arms on his next thrust.
I choked on a scream as he slid in too far too fast.
“Don’t move!” Cole ordered sternly, panting. “Let me handle this, sweetheart.”
His grip tightened and I nodded, blinking back tears.
“You move, and you’re going to get hurt,” Brent barked at me, his eyebrows furrowing even as his hand slid between my legs. His fingers were gentle as they began playing with my sensitive nub, but his voice was still brutal when he stated, “If you try that again, we’re stopping. Understand?”
I nodded again, understanding that they were in charge in here. Besides, I evidently didn’t know what the heck I was doing because that friggin’ hurt like no other. They could take the reins for all I cared as long as they did it without producing any pain on my end.
Brent watched my face, waiting for what I was sure was a look of pure agony to disappear. A minute later, he nodded to Cole.
Cole groaned when he started thrusting again, not going any further than he already was, and after a few moments it began to feel…
good. The nerve endings that had never before been stimulated like this started firing up and I moaned.
Brent continued his tender play, adding to my pleasure.
Cole pressed in even farther and I held still as he had demanded.
Another minute past by of slow thrusting and Cole and I were both panting and moaning.
From behind me, he whispered, “Almost there.”
He paused. And then thrust, sliding in balls deep.
I cried out, shaking as sensual flames licked from my stomach to my chest and slammed into my brain, making me blissfully lightheaded. Oh. That felt so good.
Cole panted, “I’m in.”
Brent nodded and position himself at my slick vaginal entrance, demanding in a severe whisper, “Don’t you dare move on us.”
I couldn’t speak. There was no way.
I think I nodded.
Cole moved his grip to my waist as Brent’s hands slid to my hips and gently pulled me – and Cole - down farther. He began thrusting up, entering me, just as slowly as Cole had.
His teeth clenched and he gritted out, “So fucking tight.”
Yeah, he didn’t need to tell me that. I was the one being stretched within an inch of my life.
My eyes closed at the combination of pain and pleasure I was experiencing as Brent pushed the crown of his cock inside my gripping channel. Jaw tight, he withdrew a smidge and then thrust gently.
Cole stilled behind me with a sharp gasp, his fingers digging into my sides.
I was a lit stack of dynamite, ready to blow, as Brent forged his cock inside and Cole continued his onslaught on pinching and pulling and teasing my nipples.
Cole licked the tiny beads of sweat off my neck, his tongue taking long, slick glides and almost reaching my ear.
I groaned, ready to combust, knowing he was about to find my “spot”.
“Don’t touch her ears, yet,” Brent whispered hoarsely, breathless and tense. “You do that and we won’t be able to keep her still.”
Cole hummed softly in his throat and blew over my ear, but didn’t touch. I cried out. He was so close!
I turned my head and looked at him when he backed off with a slight grin and scheming eyes – yeah, he had that tidbit of knowledge now, and I whimpered and pouted.
Brent leaned his head up, making me look back down and licked over my bottom lip that was stuck out, whispering, “You ready for some fun, darlin’? ”
I groaned and kissed him fiercely, answering the only way my brain was cable of at the moment.
My tongue thrashed with his, and with a hard pull he sucked it inside his mouth, fingers tightening on my bare flesh.
He tensed, and then his hips drove up in a smooth aggressive motion, plunging his cock the rest of the way inside my snug passage.
I screamed. Cole shouted. Brent yelled. Our voices mingling and clutching to one another to create one desirous melody. Absolute pleasure. No one would mistake it for anything but. It was music that echoed the blast that shot through me, searing my quivering frame.
If it felt like this with them still, what was it going to be like when they moved?
I soon found out.
Cole grunted, and retreated, moving for the first time in what felt like forever, then driving back inside of me in a rough motion that spoke of blatant carnal impatience.
Brent’s hands trembled as he gripped my hips tighter, absolute bliss etched across his masculine features as he withdrew so his head was just inside of me right as Cole thrust back in.
I choked and screamed, biting Brent’s shoulder as they moved in perfect sync of alternating plunges and withdraws, shouting and yelling and groaning and shaking.
As Brent held my hips steady for their barrage of drives, Cole bent over me so that his chest hairs grazed my back and his hands landed on top of mine, intertwining our fingers so we both gripped the bedspread.
Brent kept a firm grip on one of my hips as his other hand slid down between our bodies. His thumb flicked my nub and I stilled and tensed.
The world tipped in the most wonderful way.
I screamed their names…
Just as they hollered mine.
Together, we went over the edge to bliss.
***
Slumber was calling my name. But they weren’t comfortable.
Brent mumbled, “Cole, you’re fucking heavy. Roll off.”
Cole made a slight noise in the back of his throat and then moved with vigor I wasn’t feeling.
He slipped out of me and made his way to the bathroom.
A minute later, he returned and flopped down next to us.
Brent moved next, rolling me toward Cole and pulling out.
He went to the bathroom, too. I blinked at their level of liveliness – it was definitely decided that I needed to start working out - and closed my eyes, being comforted by Cole wrapping his arms around my waist.
When Brent dropped down next to us I was shocked as they pushed me to my back and started caressing and kissing my bare flesh again. My eyes popped open wide and I muttered without thinking, “What the heck are y’all doin’?”
Brent chuckled and grinned, licking circles around one of my areolas. “We aren’t done with you yet.” His teeth gently latched around my puckered nipple and he tugged.
I jerked at the intimate touch and glanced at Cole who was nuzzling under my other breast.
His eyes crinkled as he smiled up at me. “You didn’t honestly think one time was going to be enough after lying chastely in a bed with you every night for two weeks, did you?”
I glanced down at their semi-hard erections and raised my eyebrows.
Cole softly bit the underside of by breast before stating smugly, “I only need a minute, sweetheart.”
Brent grunted, blatantly stating that was all he need, too, as he sucked a goodly portion of my breast into his wide mouth.
I gasped and wondered if that was true.
…it was.
…it was also true the time after that.