He nodded and reached across me to the small bedside table where there sat a small stack of condoms.
“Wait,” I whispered, wrapping my fingers around his wrist and pulling his hand to my cheek. “We’re really going to give this a try? You, me, Steve, exclusive?”
He nodded again.
“Then I want to feel all of you tonight. I’m on the pill, always have been.” And because it was club policy, everyone underwent STD tests three times a year in order to maintain membership, so we were all safe.
He kissed me again, this one holding more feeling than passion. I hoped that emotion I felt pouring out of him was his heart, because I feared, no, maybe I exalted in the fact that they had mine.
Steve came out of the bathroom already hard, or still hard maybe.
He came to the bed and sat down on the other side of me. “You’re sure?”
he asked, obviously having heard me.
I nodded. “If it’s just going to be the three of us together, then yes.”
“Babe,” he said, “it’s only been the three of us, at least for me and Jeff, since the first night we met you.”
I looked to Jeff for confirmation, and yet again he nodded.
“Me, too,” I admitted.
Steve leaned over and kissed me, tasting of minty mouthwash.
When he pulled back, he was smiling. Jeff let go of me and lay on his back, his cock long and hard against his belly.
“Straddle him,” Steve said. “Please.”
I laughed at the “please” tempering the command but did as he bid. I rolled over and threw one leg over Jeff. I rubbed my slick, wet cunt over his length, and he groaned, grabbed my hips, and pulled me forward enough so the tip of his dick rested against my pussy.
I looked over my shoulder as Steve positioned himself behind me.
“I wish there were someway to do this so I could look you both in the eyes.”
Steve wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned into me, dropped a kiss to my shoulder, then my neck. “I’m right here, babe. You don’t need to see me to know it. Just feel.”
I nodded in agreement and closed my eyes, letting myself feel.
Really feel. Gentle hands touching me, soft breaths in the air, hard cocks.
Steve reached down with one hand, the other still around my middle, and glided his big fingers over my slickness, gathering it onto his fingers, then slid them back into my ass.
I arched slightly and sighed with the pleasure.
“Up a little,” Jeff whispered, and I rose up on my knees just enough so he could tease the tip of his cock against my clit.
“Mmm.” It was good. Gentle and soft could be very good. At least here, with these two. My men, I thought greedily. They were mine, and I’d work to keep them. Work really hard.
Steve’s fingers slipped out, and then soft, spongy head of his cock pressed against me. I forced my muscles to relax and pushed out my ass slightly as he carefully, so carefully eased inside of me.
“Oh, yeah,” Steve whispered against the back of my neck. “I love your ass. Squeeze me.”
I did, tensing the muscles once I adjusted to his girth.
“Ahhh.”
“My turn,” Jeff said, still slapping my clit with the tip of his cock.
“Sit on me, baby.” He held his cock still in his fist, let me reach down and position it just right, and then I let myself collapse down over him in one hard motion.
“Fuck,” the men shouted out in unison, which pulled a half‐laugh, half‐moan from me as they filled me up to brimming.
Steve’s big hand between my shoulder blades pushed me forward,
even as his other arm kept me from falling all the way over onto Jeff. I rose up, ready to start the hard, fast ride I usually got from these two, but Steve clamped his other arm around me, and Jeff anchored my thighs with his hands.
“Slow and easy, baby,” Jeff said. “At least just this once.”
I opened my eyes and looked down at him. His jaw was clenched,
and I knew it took a lot from him to keep from fucking me hard and fast.
But I said, “Okay,” and forced myself to relax.
Steve moved first, withdrawing and sliding back in. Jeff’s eyes practically rolled back into his head, but then he moved, picking up Steve’s slow rhythm. In and out in opposition to each other, and it threw me off kilter. I was used to them pounding the same rhythm, both cocks in me at the same time, withdrawing in unison, not this back and forth that made my tummy quiver and my breath come out in harsh little pants. The orgasm came on too quickly. I didn’t want it to end so fast. Slow and easy they said, but they were the ones pushing me over too fast.
Steve closed one hand over my breast and held it like a favorite toy.
Jeff’s long fingers ran up and down my thighs in what I suppose should have been a soothing motion, but it wasn’t. I was too buzzed, too wired, too close.
I whimpered. “I… I… it’s…”
“Let go, babe,” Steve murmured against my neck.
I stiffened in his arms and bit back the cry, but still, strange little noises came out of me. They didn’t stop moving, kept up that same steady press and draw into my body. Another orgasm built on top of the last. I gripped Steve’s arm, silently begging him to hold me grounded.
This time I bucked when it hit, taking Jeff deep enough to press my G‐spot, and I screamed as moisture slickened me even more. Oh, God, they were going to kill me. And then I was sure of it when Steve, still holding my one breast, reached down with his other hand and pressed his fingertips against my clit.
“No,” I cried, even as I slammed down hard on Jeff’s cock yet again.
“More, Chloe,” Jeff said. “Give us all you have. We want it.”
“We need it,” Steve added, and pinched my clit between two of his fingers as he slammed his dick deep into me.
Jeff reached up and pinched my unhindered nipple, and I jerked again. My cunt spasmed over and over. I rocked my hips hard, taking them deep again and again. I was restrained my Steve’s huge arm, and it tantalized even more than the cuffs they normally placed on me.
Another orgasm, harder, quicker, zinged through me, and I screamed and threw my head back against Steve. He grunted and fucked deeper, faster. He plucked at my clit, and Jeff tweaked my nipple. I bounced like a rubber ball on Jeff’s cock, and then the final climax took me over and dumped me into blackness to the sound of my screams of ecstasy echoing in my mind.
Hours? Minutes? Days later? I opened my eyes to the scent of sex, vanilla, and roses, and the two faces I was sure I’d fallen head over heels with looming over me.
“You okay?” Jeff asked, his brow puckered in worry.
A slow, cat‐like smile curved my lips, and I sighed and stretched.
“Oh yeahhh. I’m great.”
Steve chuckled and brushed a few strands of hair from my forehead. “That you are. Great, I mean. Terrific, fantastic, amazing.”
I laughed and wrapped my arms around their shoulders, pulling them down to my chest. “I think maybe I could get used to this,” I muttered as sleep tried to steal me away once again.
“One question, baby,” Jeff said as he slid his leg up over mine.
Steve gently rubbed my belly and kissed the top curve of my breast.
“Hmm?” I queried, then yawned.
“You working tomorrow?”
“Nope. Sundays off.”
“Good,” Steve said. “Because we plan to take you home tonight and spend tomorrow fucking you stupid.”
I laughed and felt more relaxed, more fulfilled than I had in a lifetime. “After I rest, you can fuck me any way you want.”
As I drifted off into the bliss of their warm bodies against mine, I could have sworn I heard Jeff mutter something about forever.