Daye, Rainey - An Unconventional Love (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (8 page)

“Christ, you are so fucking beautiful,” Alex whispered reverently.

Jess didn’t seem to be able to speak. He also didn’t seem to be able to stop himself from reaching out and gently stroking her breast. She jumped in surprise as a shot of lust flared from where he touched down to her groin and turned her head toward him in surprise when he groaned aloud.

“I’ve fantasized about your breasts,” he admitted in a hoarse whisper.

Before she could respond, Alex also reached down and cupped her other breast. His moan of pleasure echoed Jesse’s.

“One taste, Maggie. That’s all we’re asking for,” Alex pleaded hoarsely before he leaned over and flicked his tongue across her puckered nipple.

Maggie gasped and arched her back from pleasure while the hand that had been resting by her side rose up of its own accord to cup Alex’s head to her.

Seeing this, Jess let out an inarticulate groan before he squeezed the breast he was stroking and lowered his own lips to it.

Within moments, Maggie was cradling both their heads in her hands while the two men greedily suckled her breasts.

Chapter 6

“Well, that was a major clusterfuck,” Alex groaned.

“How so? We got to suck Maggie’s tits, for God’s sake! And unless I completely forgot the signs, we managed to make her come.”

“After which she ran out of here so fast she left a vapor trail.”

“But she’ll be back for more, won’t she?” Jess asked worriedly while he massaged his raging hard-on, which was so hard it was painful at this point.

“I’m not sure,” Alex admitted. “We may have come on too strong just now and fucked up our chances with her for all time.”

“You’re going to make me lose my wood if you keep up with the doom-and-gloom mentality,” Jess complained.

“You deserve to lose your wood, you ass.”

“Hey, don’t be putting the blame for this on me,” Jess snapped. “I simply followed your lead the entire time. So if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s yours, bud!”

“I’m not blaming you, you moron. I’m just concerned that we went too far too fast just now.” He then rose off the bed and started to pace as he started muttering about where they had gone wrong.

“We never should have turned her over,” he finally concluded out loud. “As soon as we both saw those gorgeous tits of hers, we reverted to our cavemen roots and pounced. We lost control of ourselves and the situation. She wasn’t ready to know that we both desire her.”

Jess considered Alex’s words as he continued to absently stroke himself through his jeans even though he was now beginning to soften.

“Fuck, you’re right,” he finally agreed. “So what do we do now?”

“I have no idea,” Alex admitted. “Maybe you should come up with a plan this time instead of us improvising like we did just now.”

“Hell, no,” Jess cried. “I will
not
be the one to totally fuck this up and lose her forever due to it.”

“Or you might be the one who wins her for us.”

“I’m not willing to take that chance”

“Neither am I.”

“So what now? Do we concede defeat and start hitting the campus bars again? ’Cause at this point, I really don’t know if I can get it up for another woman.”

“It would feel too much like I was cheating on Maggie if I fucked another woman,” Alex admitted.

“So what do you suggest we do? Because I am seriously craving pussy right now.”

“Well, I don’t know about you, bro, but I’m gonna take a cold shower in order to rid myself of my remaining boner so I can start thinking straight again.”

“You want a hand with that?” Jess offered halfheartedly.

Alex shook his head. “Right now I’m so angry with myself that I’m not in the mood anymore.”

“I hear you,” Jess muttered under his breath while Alex stalked to the bathroom, and Jess felt himself return to a flaccid state.

* * * *

Maggie locked her bedroom door and turned her back to it before sinking to the floor and drawing her knees up to her bare chest and wrapping her arms around her legs as she rocked back and forth with her face buried on her knees as she shook from shame and lust.

What the fuck just happened?
She’d had a fucking orgasm just from having her breasts sucked. That had
never
happened to her before! And the fact that said orgasm had been administered by two gay men made it even worse.

“They were probably just remembering their high school pasts, when they still liked girls.” She tried to rationalize their actions. Maybe a bit of nostalgic experimentation on their part, and it hadn’t really meant anything to them and had absolutely nothing to do with her in particular.

But
day-um
! If Maggie were to ever contemplate having a ménage à trois in real life, it would definitely be with them! Who cared that threesomes were traditionally two women and one guy? She would much prefer having two men administering to her instead.

With a half-hysterical laugh, Maggie raised her head and looked around her bedroom. Situated at the front of the house on the second floor, it was the largest bedroom next to theirs and abutted theirs along the back, although Alex had helpfully pointed out to her when she picked it out for her own that they both had walk-in closets and bathrooms separating the walls between them so that she would never have to worry about overhearing the two of them going at it.

“I’m going to miss this place,” Maggie whispered sadly. But how could she stay? She was sure that the guys were just as mortified and confused as she was over what had just happened. They would probably be showing up any minute now to apologize to her and assure her it would never happen again. Hence the closed, not to mention locked, door in case they decided to ignore their one rule for this situation.

I never should have pretended to have nightmares.
She rose from the floor and moved to the window seat that looked out over the quiet and affluent neighborhood they lived in.
That was stupid and adolescent of me, wanting to be held all night in the arms of two of the hottest guys I have ever met in the flesh before.
But she hadn’t had sex since she had broken up with Troy after her first year in college, and she had been masturbating with her vibrator to fantasy images of her two roommates ever since she had moved in. And since she wanted to add more dimension to her fantasies, she had decided to find out what it would really feel like to be held by them, thus the pretend nightmares.

That was Jess’s fault, really. He had suggested renting a horror flick one night, and she had jokingly asked him, “Are you trying to give me nightmares?”

When he had seriously offered to let her sleep with them if she did, the plan had formed full-blown in her head. She had almost chickened out that first night when she stepped into their bedroom and saw their bare torsos dappled by the moonlight streaming in their window. But before she could, Jess had noticed her standing there and had held out his hand to her in silent invitation for her to join them. As if in a trance, she had taken his proffered hand and allowed him to situate her between them in bed. He had then wrapped his arms tightly around her and whispered, “It’s okay baby. You’re safe here with us.”

But she was no longer safe. Her masturbation fantasies of them had changed from hardcore, designed to get her off quickly, to soft and romantic ever since that first night that she had crawled into bed with them. Her fantasies even started to follow her into her regular dreams until she was forced to bury her vibrator deep inside her closet in a futile effort to excise them from her mind.

But after today, she knew she never could. She had never been so excited or wet in her life as she was while they had massaged her.

She wanted to wail as she fully understood the deep sense of loss she was experiencing. She couldn’t stay here and pretend that this had never happened. And the guys were so damn decent that she just knew that they wouldn’t blithely act as if it had never happened. Oh, no. Not them. They would be repeatedly offering abject apologies to her every time they saw her now, wanting her forgiveness and absolution.

Her comfortable existence here, where she could indulge in harmless fantasies about them, was over. She felt the walls closing in and burying her in her hopelessness and knew that she could never go back to pretending that she was unaffected by them as long as she continued to live under the same roof as them.

Giving into her tears over what she had lost, Maggie sobbed loudly while she curled up in her window seat and prayed that she could rewind this day.

No more being a voyeur as she surreptitiously watched their make-out sessions on the couch while she pretended to be reading or watching TV. No more looking longingly after them as they excused themselves and retired to their bedroom, wishing she had the guts to ask if she could join them. No more watching them walk around shirtless while her mouth watered at the thought of licking the line of crisp hair that ran from their navels to what she was convinced had to be truly impressive cocks.

Wiping angrily at her wet cheeks, Maggie wondered what she should do. She had come to this college from out of state, so she couldn’t simply run home. The spring term would be over in a month. She could go back home for the summer and either transfer to a college near there or ask her parents if they could help her afford to rent her own place next fall.

But that still left her with a month of uncertainty. She was a full-time college student. She didn’t have a part-time job. The monthly dorm and food allowance from her parents was used to contribute to Alex’s house bills, which her parents had given their blessing to when she told them she had moved in with the two sweetest gay men.

She was just beginning to realize the true hopelessness of her situation when there was a knock on her bedroom door. Startled at the sound since it was in direct violation of their privacy rule, Maggie could only stare at it mutely.

“Maggie? We need to talk.” Alex’s muffled voice came from the other side of the door.

“There’s no need to apologize, so go away,” Maggie called back.

“I have no intention of apologizing,” Alex replied in that deep baritone of his.

Intrigued by his words, Maggie found herself crossing the room and unlocking the door. As soon as she had, Alex pushed it open and stepped fully inside her room when he caught sight of her.

“Oh, Mags,” he breathed as he saw the tearstains on her face. “I am so fucking sorry.” He pulled her tenderly into his arms.

“I thought you didn’t come here to apologize for what happened?” Maggie asked, her voice muffled by his broad chest while he held her tightly to him.

“I still don’t,” Alex said as he leaned his upper torso slightly away from her so he could cup her face in one of his large hands. “But you deserve an apology for making you cry,” he continued as he stroked his thumb gently along her cheekbone.

“So, why are you crying, Mags?” He whispered his question to her. “I thought it was good for you.”

“Huh?” Maggie asked, confused by his words.

“Well, unless we are seriously out of practice, we were pretty sure that we made you come. You did come, didn’t you?” he asked worriedly.

“Yes,” Maggie found herself saying before she could stop herself, and her face bloomed with color.

“That’s a relief,” he breathed. “But you still haven’t told me why you were crying.”

“Because I have to move out, now,” Maggie wailed forlornly before bursting into fresh tears. Alex quickly pulled her back into his steely embrace and rocked her comfortingly while stroking her back as her tears wet his T-shirt.

“Why would you think that?” he whispered against her hair.