So Right
By Sarah Milks
The air inside his large house is cool as you unlock the door. You see that a window has been left open in the living room and briefly wonder which one of them is responsible for it. Probably the younger one, you decide. Surprisingly, he is often the less responsible of the two. It didn’t used to be that way. But your involvement in their relationship has allowed him to relax a little.
You realize, quite suddenly, that
you’re still standing in the doorway.
Shaking your head, you close and lock the front door before venturing
further inside his home. Your hands
tremble slightly as you climb the stairs to the second floor without turning on
any lights. You want this surprise to
be perfect. It has been nearly three
months since they’ve been in town and the wait has been hard on you.
Before they left, they generously
offered you a job with them. If you had
taken it, you would have spent nearly every day with them, something that would
have been pleasing to all three of you.
But you declined. The other guys
knew about them, but they didn’t know about you. And being on the road with them…spending every night with them;
it would have been impossible to keep your relationship a secret.
Before you know it, you find
yourself in front of the door that leads to his bedroom. You know they are both inside but you hear
nothing. Perhaps they are
sleeping. If they are, you think, they
won’t be for long. Slipping out of your
sandals (you know you are about to encounter a hardwood floor) you open the
door and tiptoe inside the room.
Just as you had thought, they are
both there and sound asleep. You can
tell from the clothes thrown randomly on the floor that they have already
pleasured each other once tonight. You
are sad that they started without you, but immensely turned on all the
same. Quietly you pad over to the large
bed and pull back the dark blue sheet, revealing the nakedness of both of
them. You smile to yourself and slip
blithely under the covers next to the younger one. He doesn’t stir. You know
these men well; nothing short of an atomic bomb will wake either of them.
Moving closer to him, you place your
hand on his stomach and begin to run your tongue down his neck and across his
Adam’s Apple. If he were awake, he
would be in ecstasy right now. Instead,
he mumbles something incoherently and tries to roll away. But he is trapped safely between you and his
slightly older lover. You continue to
tongue kiss his neck.
Sleep is slowly leaving him and a smile spreads
across his lips. You hear him whisper a
name, but it isn’t yours. Trying not to
laugh, you move your hand lower on his abdomen and bring your kisses to his
lips. His body jerks as your fingers
wrap around his slightly growing erection.
He knows that hand…the touch you give him is different from anything
else he has ever felt. His eyes flutter
open as he opens his mouth and you push your tongue inside. Instantly, his hands entangle themselves in
your hair.
After several seconds, breathless, you pull
away. “Welcome home,” you whisper
softly.
He smiles.
That beautiful smile you love so much.
His perfectly straight, wonderfully white teeth almost glowing in the
darkness of the room. “I thought you
said you wouldn’t be back in Orlando for another two days?”
“I lied,” you shrug. “I’ll leave and come back later if that’s what you want.”
“Don’t even think about it.”
You can’t help but giggle as he rolls over on top of
you, his fingers picking at the buttons on your blouse. You love them both…but the time you spend
with him is always precious. Even if
there is another man sound asleep next to you.
At that thought, you giggle again.
Or maybe it’s his teeth on the strap of your bra that make’s you
giggle. You’re not sure.
“What’s funny?” he questions, looking down at you
deviously.
You glance over at the man next to you. “He sleeps like a rock,” you laugh.
He shrugs and goes back to ridding you of your
blouse and bra. “I already wore him
out,” he whispers into your ear, his hands massaging your breasts. You moan and arch into him. “Now it’s your turn.”
He pulls you up just enough to slip your clothes
from your waist up off of you and onto the floor. Your fingers cling to his spiky blonde hair as his warm mouth
covers first one nipple and then the other, bringing them both to hard,
super-sensitive peaks. You’ve been
craving this for so long. He continues
to kiss down your stomach, dipping his tongue in your navel as he goes. You moan softly and your head falls to the
side on the plush pillow beneath you.
It is then you realize that you’re being watched; watched by dark,
lust-filled blue eyes. This only makes
you moan louder.
You feel your simple cotton skirt being pulled down
your legs and know that your panties are going with it. But the full extent of your desire isn’t realized
until you feel his hand part your thighs and his tongue flick playfully across
your pleasure spot. You grab the sheets
beneath you and call out his name, no longer worried about waking your other
lover. “Lance!” It takes only a few brief minutes for him to
send you tumbling over the edge, and all the while your eyes are locked with
those of the man next to you. He
doesn’t touch you, just enjoys watching you feel the immense pleasure you’re
being given.
As Lance makes his way back up your body, the other
man moves to capture your mouth with his.
He kisses you hard, deep, passionate…in a way that only he can. You run a hand through his dark locks and
let him have his way with your tongue.
Lance shifts so you are now lying between the two men and have better
access to both of them, and they to you.
You sigh as the older man breaks your kiss and winks at you
mischievously. “We missed you.”
“I missed you,” you reply seriously. And everyone in the room knows that it was
meant for both of them. Your
relationship is far from the norm. But
it works. You love both of them, always
have. And they love each other…more
than anyone but the three of you could ever fully understand. Most important, they both love you. And they let you know it, feel it, every
chance they get. Now is one of those
chances.
“Let us love you,” he smiles softly. His fingers brush gently up and down your
arm. Your eyes flutter shut. He kisses your neck, just above your
shoulder. The spot he knows will make
you his…make you theirs.
“Oh…Josh…yes…”
Another set of lips places kisses across your face,
your eyes, your nose, your forehead.
You know it’s Lance. You love
every second of it. Then, suddenly, the
mouths that had been on your body are gone.
You open your eyes to find them kissing just above you. You smile and run one hand down each of
their chests. Even now, after nearly a
year, the sight of them kissing, their tongues in each other’s mouths, makes
you hotter than you thought imaginable.
The two men pull apart and look down at you, both smiling.
“Make love to me,” you whisper, not really caring
who takes the lead. You just need one
of them, either of them, both of them.
JC rolls you onto your side so that you’re facing
him, your back to Lance. He slips your
leg over his own, opening you for his touch.
His fingers find your center and tease you gently as Lance lifts your
hair and kisses the back of your neck, down your spine, back up again,
stopping, nibbling at your shoulder.
“Does that feel good?” he whispers into your ear,
his deep voice sending chills through your entire body.
You’re not sure if he’s asking about what he’s doing
to you or what JC’s doing to you. But
you don’t care. It all feels good. Every inch of your skin is on fire…aching to
be touched by these two wonderful, amazing, beautiful men. You nod your head that it does feel good but
words escape you. How did you ever get
this lucky? No one should be as blessed
as you feel right at this moment. It
should be illegal. You block out the
thought that in some states, it probably is.
JC continues to work his magic with his long,
slender, piano-player fingers. He’s
bringing you so close to the edge, but stopping every time just before he lets
you fall over. At the same time,
Lance’s hands snake around the front of you and slowly, tediously, knead your
breasts. His lips are on your neck and
his erection is prominent against your backside. JC kisses you relentlessly, his eyes open, watching your every
reaction. This slow and gentle foreplay
is torture of the best kind.
Just when you think it can’t possibly get any
better, Lance pulls your mouth away from JC’s so he can kiss you himself. And while your head is tilted back at this
strange angle, Lance’s tongue all but shoved down your throat, JC’s fingers
leave you. They’re replaced quickly by
something bigger, thicker…so much better.
You scream; yes, scream; but the sound is lost in Lance’s kiss.
The power behind JC’s slow, hard thrusts is mind
numbing. You barely notice the fact
that Lance is no longer kissing you. He
isn’t even touching you. But you don’t
have the good sense to wonder where he is.
Every ounce of your being is focused on JC. His eyes locked with yours.
Your hands in his hair. His
hands on your hips, pulling you to him, filling you completely with his
hardness over and over and over again.
JC whispers your name. His fingertips dance across the sensitive skin on your upper
leg. He moans, not that he loves you,
but that he fucking loves you. This man, this amazingly talented, gorgeous,
kind-hearted man fucking loves
you. It’s not that you didn’t know
that, but hearing him say it…hearing him say it like he did…makes your entire
body tremble. You could die right then
and there and be okay. Because if this
is what dying feels like, you’re ready to welcome it with open arms.
“Josh…baby…sweetness…I’m so close…please
Josh…please.” You’re sobbing now. Sobbing and trying to tell him how he’s
making you feel all between gasping for air because you can’t even breathe
anymore. You can’t remember the last
time it felt like this. If this is what
him leaving for three months does to you, you’re ready to let him go whenever
he needs to.
“Not yet,” he whispers to you, his voice husky and
his body slick with sweat from the both of you. “Wait…for…”
He doesn’t finish his sentence. He’s interrupted by a shriek from you when
you feel something cold and wet being rubbed down your spine. You realize that what you’re feeling is
Lance’s hands. He must have left to get
the peach flavored massage oil you all love so much. But he was back now and again you’re bombarded with
sensations. Josh in front of you. Lance behind you. Hands and mouths and fingers and tongues and whispers and that
continual thrusting and you can’t even tell them apart anymore.
The massage oil is being dripped onto your backside
now and you feel Lance’s hands and it’s not cold like it was before. It’s so warm. Everything is so warm.
Josh stops moving in front of you and you know what’s coming and every
nerve in your body is on edge.
Waiting. Needing. Wanting.
Anticipating. And then Lance is
inside you. All the way inside
you. And you don’t scream, can’t
scream. No, you purr. Not moan, but purr.
“Fuck.”
Lance curses behind you and there’s something so sensual but dirty about
it all at the same time. “So
tight.” He kisses your neck and you
manage to squeak out his name.
“Lance.”
You’re full but neither of them are moving and it’s
driving you insane. You know they’re
just being careful, not wanting to hurt you.
But dammit, this hurt feels so good.
You need this. You’ve been
needing this. Now is not the time to be
careful. But you can’t form the
words. You can’t tell them. And you only purr again when they both lean
over your shoulder and kiss each other.
The three of you are one and it’s never, ever felt like this.
“Please…Lance…Josh…”
Lance is the first to move and you’re certain that
you’re going to fall apart then and there.
But then Josh moves as well and you realize that you can’t think straight. You can only feel. And oh, it feels so good.
They find their rhythm quickly…their identical rhythm. In.
Out. In. Out.
In perfect unison. In synch, if
you will. You would laugh at that
thought, but laughing isn’t possible.
Breathing isn’t possible. You’re
not even sure that living is possible.
All you know is that you’re praying that this doesn’t stop. Ever.
Their names are on your lips and you whisper them
again and again. And they talk to
you. Encourage you. Love you.
Don’t ever stop.
Yes, right there.
Please God, more.
Shit.
Ungh.
Voices mingle.
Sweat drips. Hands roam.
They touch each other. They touch you. You hold
onto the headboard for dear life.
And then you feel it. It starts at the very bottom of your feet and spreads out across
every inch of skin and muscle and nerve ending that you have. It isn’t possible to hold your eyes open
anymore. They slam shut and your body
goes rigid. You hear them coaxing you
on. Wanting to feel this with you. Telling you to let go. As if you have any choice in the
matter. You know that you are no longer
in control of your own body. They have
you. Body. Mind. Spirit. Soul.
You scream indecipherable yet completely
understandable words all at the same time.
Your body does more than shudder.
It convulses.
Lance.
Josh.
Sweetheart.
Lover.
Oh dear God.
You feel lips on yours but don’t know who they
belong to. Don’t care. A voice moans your name. You think it’s Lance but you’re not sure. It doesn’t matter. You’re too busy floating on the high that you never want to come
down from. Your name is called again
and this time you’re certain that it’s Josh.
And then it’s Lance again. And
then Josh. You feel explosions inside
of you and can’t comprehend if they’re yours or his or his. But at least all of you are feeling the same
thing. At least you can experience this
together.
For a long time the three of you just lay
there. A messy, sweaty tangle of arms
and legs and so much love. No one has
to say it. All of you know it. Labels don’t matter to any of you. They never have. You are who you are and you love who you love. And after a night like tonight you couldn’t
care less if the entire world knows, let alone their three other
“brothers.” This, you decide, is true
love at its best. Nothing else
matters. Everything is as it should
be. You thank God that you have these
men in your life, never once thinking that it is wrong to do so. This is right…at least for the three of you.
Josh slips out of you first, kissing your forehead
softly. His eyes shine with the love he
feels for you. For both of you. Lance stays put a while longer but
eventually follows the older man’s lead.
He rolls onto his back and you turn to him, placing your head on his
chest. He kisses the top of your head
and whispers something about how amazing all of this is. Your eyelids are already starting to
droop. You feel Josh spoon you from
behind, his arms around your waist but his hands on Lance’s stomach. You’re fairly certain that he says that he
loves you. But maybe he was talking to
Lance. Or maybe to both of you. Maybe it just doesn’t matter. You wrestle only briefly with that thought,
falling asleep quickly sandwiched between these two perfect men. No one has ever been so lucky.