GettingEven (3 page)
Authors: April Vine
Chapter Four
They drew out of me simultaneously. Ridge pinched my nipples
as Alan slipped another condom over his cock before he covered my body with
his, imprisoning an engorged and sore nipple into his mouth. I loved that about
them. Ridge gave it to me hard and fast and Alan soothed me. Both drove me to
insanity. Alan suckled on my breast as he flipped me over him, one hand guided
his cock into my pussy, the other held me down on it. Even though I’d had
multiple orgasms already, my body craved their rock-hard cocks inside me again.
I had a lot to make up for anyway. I rode Alan’s cock with eagerness.
Frenzy washed over my body. Now the reality of having them
simultaneously neared, thrills raced along my body as Ridge nudged my ass and
pushed inside me with one delightful, forceful thrust. I thought I’d die from
pleasure. They knew how to thrust, alternatively, together, slipping out and
pounding back inside my ass and pussy with varying degrees of hardness and
tenderness. Heat exploded between the thin internal lining of skin parting my
two crevices. Wild sensation erupted from my stimulated G-spot. Fire and flames
leapt from my skin.
Beyond my own ecstasy triumphed Alan’s and Ridge’s. They
grunted as they fucked me but the restraint they mustered threatened to spill
inside me within moments.
I looked up and my eyes locked with a full-screen
television, displaying my body being fucked by two cocks, leaving nothing
hidden. Total exposure. A smile wavered across my lips as I took in the the
view of the audience. They sat on the edge of their seats, waiting for the
moment Alan, Ridge and I would all come together. I loved the tightness in
their expressions, the sheer sexual energy they respectfully kept at bay while
they honored us with their appreciation.
I was wanted by a whole room full of gorgeous strangers. I
did that to them. I made the men hard and the women wet and they wanted to be
me. For one night, they wanted to be me. I swung my gaze back onto myself. A
sheen of perspiration glistened from my body, my lips swollen from sucking
cock, my hair messy, my eyes passionate. I would never go back to being plain,
old Sara Smith after this. How could I when I’d been initiated like this?
“Fuck, Sara, make us come,” Alan whispered breathlessly, his
face contorted. I placed both my hands on his chest, stuck my backside out and
rushed my ass and pussy against their cocks. Raw sounds broke from their
chests. Alan’s chest rumbled against my palms and Ridge’s groans catapulted
through his body and into mine. I bit my lip as I came, grinding down on Alan’s
cock to lengthen the flight, forcing Ridge to sandwich me without an inch in
which to move. Three sleek bodies melding into one, sharing the sweet chaos of
release. My body buckled. So did theirs. They squirted into my ass and pussy,
their condoms catching their cum, leaving me lulled but alive and different
than I’d ever been.
“Thank you,” I whispered. Tears filled my eyes as a curtain
hanging from the ceiling dropped around us, concealing us from sight as
thunderous applause rocked around the stage. I was much too relaxed to notice
how they quietly took me back upstairs where they wrapped me in my coat, got
themselves dressed, gathered all our things and left the mansion by the back
door. They took me home, collapsed on either side of me on my bed and we slept,
deeply and heavenly.
* * * * *
Sunshine peeped through a crack in my blind some hours
later. I stretched my body and enjoyed soothing out the kinks only good sex
could bring. My gaze weaved between the two men sleeping soundly beside me. I
kissed their foreheads and wriggled out of bed, careful not to wake them yet as
the coat I still wore brushed against their jeans.
A well of nervousness settled in my tummy once my feet hit
the carpet. I bit my nail, pacing around the room as thoughts formulated more
fully. I took a deep breath and nearly laughed as the final decision took hold
in my head. I wasn’t pretending to be someone else last night, that was me, all
of me and I couldn’t fathom going back to the way I was. Not now, not after
last night. I sat at the desk in my room, started up my laptop and opened a
word document. I typed as quietly as I could, printed it out and tiptoed to the
lounge to collect my sheet of paper from the printer. I used my spare bathroom
to shower then slipped back into my bedroom for a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
I was putting on a pair of shoes when Alan and Ridge stirred.
“Come back to bed,” Alan said.
“We don’t have to get up ’til sunset. It’s Saturday.” Ridge
opened one eye and looked at me. I loved these men more than anything in my
life. They gave me a second chance, a new lease on life and now I wanted to
know more about me. What other secrets was I hiding, what other stuff was I
capable of? I had to know the real me and they opened my box just enough to
give me a glimpse of so many possibilities. I was actually better than the
doormat I thought I was and I deserved more, so much more.
“I have something to do.”
They sat up, instantly alert.
“Need help?” Ridge asked.
“I think I can handle it.” I walked up to Ridge and sat on
the edge of the bed then hugged him. “Thank you. For always being there for me
and showing me I’m special.” I did the same to Alan.
“Where are you going?” Alan rubbed my arms, keeping me
seated on the bed.
“I’m going out into the world. I always wanted to travel and
before I’ve never been brave enough but…now I know I can basically do anything
I want. I have enough in savings to see me through a year at least, but first
I’m going to resign from my dead-end job. The perks are just not worth my time
anymore, you know, and I can’t wait for Monday, so I’m just going to slip
this,” I waved the envelope in hand, “under the door of Danny Munro’s
apartment.”
“That’s our girl.” Both Alan and Ridge grinned at me. I
nodded, stood and walked out my bedroom door, leaving a trail of new confidence
in my wake, ready at the age of twenty-five to take charge of my life. And who
knew, I might make the occasional visit back to South Africa for an encore with
my friends.
The End.
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