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Well, the nights were endlessly, unspeakably hot.
Having three boyfriends was all of these things, but it was also far, far more. For one, I’d totally underestimated how busy I’d be. There wasn’t a moment of free time I actually had to myself, at least not at first. But once the guys understood my need to carve out some time between work and school, they eased back on the throttle just enough.
I was never bored, though. Never alone, when I didn’t want to be. I was walked through town, paraded and cuddled. I flung my arms around them, or held hands with two men at once. The looks I got were worth every bit of the initial discomfort, until I was embracing the onlookers, which were usually women, by smiling and blowing kisses until they turned away.
I absolutely loved my new Jeep, beige doors, faded interior and everything. Each time I got in and started it up I was reminded of how sweet and thoughtful a gift it was, and it made me love the three of them just a tiny bit more.
We went out to lunch sometimes, or even dinner, but most of the time we took turns cooking for each other and sharing our meals around a table. The loft had the most space, so we did big things like pasta nights there, but generally ordered out when staying at my apartment, or Zane’s.
But it was our couch time I loved the most. Leaning back into those big, warm bodies was wholly different now that we were more than just friends. I loved all the playing and touching beneath the blankets, without a single look or jealous stare. And that’s because each man knew they’d eventually be getting their own turn, doing the exact same things.
The sex, of course, was totally off the charts. The boys fucked me at my place, at Zane’s place, or all over the loft. They traded me back and forth from bed to bed, or just screwed me on the couch, right in the middle of watching shows and movies together. Best of all, they did it in front of each other. Egging each other on. At times even showing off or challenging each other, as they took me in new ways, new positions, and new combinations that drove whoever happened to be watching — or awaiting their own turn — absolutely crazy.
I especially loved being their girlfriend, and belonging to them. Our emotional connection had grown ten times stronger, just with the addition of the physical. And physically? I fell in love with the strength and power of the way they handled me around each other. The rough, yet still gentle way the guys totally ravaged me, whenever and wherever they wanted.
For example, I kept using the all-edges brownie pan, night after night. I was addicted to the cursed thing, sneaking into the kitchen for a midnight snack until one night when I felt my panties being pulled down, and two rough hands bent me over the kitchen counter. I obliged happily, wriggling my ass backward as Tyler drilled me and filled me, smacking my ass before handing it over to Zane, who’d gotten up for a glass of water. He took over next, ramming me until my brownie-choked giggles turned to sighs. Fucking me so deeply that I actually put down the milk, braced my hands against the kitchen wall tile, and started thrusting back.
It was times like these when I really enjoyed the advantages of having three boyfriends. Of having three raging libidos working together to satisfy my ever-horny yearnings, spreading my legs and digging me out until I was happy, sated, and thrillingly sore. But I was obsessed with more than just the all-edge brownies. I was addicted to them, too. I couldn’t stop fucking them, couldn’t get enough of the fact they couldn’t get enough of me. And so I gave myself to them every chance I got, throwing myself at them, jumping them in the shower. Slipping from bed to bed each night, crossing the loft only to wake them long enough to screw them back into unconsciousness, as my mind kept spinning, keeping me awake most nights with every wonderful, filthy thought.
So yes, I was a lucky, lucky girl. One who was living out every last fantasy no matter how delicious, how depraved, how utterly greedy it seemed.
And my fantasies were oh so very greedy these days.
In just a few short weeks my greatest fears were dispelled. The boys and I didn’t grow apart, we grew closer. The introduction of a sexual element didn’t make things weird between us, it actually made our friendship even stronger, our relationship more comfortable. I already loved them, but with each passing day I could feel myself falling in love with them, too. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for these men. Nothing I wouldn’t risk, for the sake of keeping whatever this thing was that we had. This amazing foundation it seemed the four of us were constantly building on.
Yet in the back of my mind, I still worried. It was all too good, too perfect. Too incredible for something this good to last this long. I tried voicing this to the others, but they always laughed me off. They were in too deep, as well. Too invested not to laugh and wave my concerns away, before kissing me until my knees buckled and carrying me off to one of my many, many beds.
I just kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.
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ARIANA
“Ummm… miss?”
“Yes?”
“There’s a problem with my coffee.”
Standing behind the counter, I licked milk foam from my fingers and looked down.
“Oh? What seems to be—“
“There’s a dick in my latte.”
I chuckled. So did Axel.
“Actually, there’s two dicks,” Tyler corrected himself. “Two spurting dicks.”
I glanced into his mug. As far as my coffee art went, this one really was a masterpiece. I’d taken a couple good photos, just in case I wanted to post one to my account later.
“So what’s wrong with two dicks?” I asked innocently.
“Nothing, normally,” Tyler played along. “But these two are touching.”
“Hmmm…” I scanned the surface of the steaming beverage. “Looks a lot like last night, actually. Especially with the squirting, and the copious amounts of—”
“I can see the copious amounts,” said Tyler.
