Last Screw Before I Do (2 page)

I hear
rustling beside me and remember my fiance. I open my eyes, sneaking
a peek at him while my lips are engaged with Rich's. He's close to
me now, his face in my hair, then his lips are on me too. His teeth
pull at my earlobe, the way he knows I like, and I let my head fall
back on the bed. I'm already limp with pleasure, and we're still
fully clothed!

That's taken
care of momentarily, when Rich shifts his weight and someone's
hands fumble with my shirt. I'd dressed up a little for our dinner,
a nice blouse and pair of slacks, and the blouse's buttons are
coming open. I keep my eyes closed. I like not knowing who's baring
my skin. The hands reach the last button, pushing my shirt open,
and the air in the room feels cool. The light downy hairs below my
navel rise with the bumps on my flesh.

The hands go
to my slacks next, sliding over the fabric, looking for a way in.
These pants zip in the back, so I roll over, my stomach coming to
rest on the slick satin bedspread. Gentle hands fold my arms down,
and one set pulls my shirt down and off while the other locates the
zipper. All four hands work together to tug my pants down, then I'm
left in just a bra and lace panties.

I can't see
them behind me, can't hear them over my own rapid exhalations. Then
someone unhooks my bra, while someone else spreads my thighs.

I can't tell
who's who, whether it's my fiance or my ex-boyfriend who kisses me
between my shoulder blades. I can't tell whose fingers stroke the
dampness of my panties, or which hand moves them aside. Someone's
breath is on my back; someone else is between my legs. And when an
unknown tongue dips inside me, I nearly lose my mind.

I've had both
these men before. Both are incredible lovers. So when two fingers
probe my pussy, spreading my lips open, pulling me wide so the
tongue can reach deeper, I'm hardly surprised. The feel of it is
exquisite, the near-pain of the fingers forcing me open, exposing
me. I notice through my pleasure-haze that the lips have stopped
kissing my back, have made their way to my ass, then the first
mouth pulls away and the second takes over.

My fiance and my ex, taking turns eating my
pussy
. The thought alone floods my
snatch with juice. This is hot. This is over the top.
This is finally happening.

The fingers
haven't moved, and that's when I realize: they're helping each
other back there. One is pinning me open, a butterfly on display,
while the other makes love to me with his mouth. They must be so
close, close enough that they could turn to each other. Their lips
would brush, then tongues tasting of my sex would meet as they
kissed for the first time...

I come, my
hips trying to move with the waves of heat exploding through my
body, hindered by the fingers and tongue still inside me. I moan,
deep and long, into the mattress. The fingers are pulling away now,
gently allowing my lips to close around the tongue buried deep
inside; the tongue responds by circling my swelling slit, drinking
my juices.

When my body
calms enough, I prop myself up on my elbows and pull the bra from
underneath me. I fling it aside, not noticing or caring where it
lands, and when I roll over again Rich gasps. I'm naked in front of
them, honey still dripping from my sex, but I'm not shy with Rich
like I thought I might be. My body is different now: my breasts
more full, my curves more pronounced; but I feel like a confident
woman, not the unsure college girl I used to be. I want him to take
it in, to admire who I've become in the years since we last fucked.
I want him to admire me, and he does.

He falls to the bed between my legs and laps at my pussy, his
tongue moving languidly over my throbbing flesh. It's sensual,
being eaten by another man while my fiance watches, and where I
thought I'd feel awkward it feels
right.
I want Matt to see what he's claiming for his own. I want him
to see what it looks like when we make love, to imagine that Rich's
head between my legs is his. To see the pleasure on my face as that
warm wet tongue traces my secret skin.

He doesn't try
to make me come; instead it's like he's kissing me better after the
orgasm that rocked me. It's sweet, in its way.

Over his
shoulder I see Matt pull off his shirt. My heartbeat quickens. It's
about to get interesting.

He taps Rich
on the shoulder; Rich sees and follows suit, their clothes landing
in a heap on the floor. I imagine their scents mingling; each of
them will smell like the other when they get dressed again.

Rich stands,
unbuckling his belt.

Matt gently
moves his hands away.

Then, to my
surprise, my fiance is reaching inside the other man's pants, and
he pulls Rich's dick up and over his waistband. Rich's pants fall
to the floor, and so does Matt. He drops to his knees and takes
Rich in his mouth.

My vulva
flutters. Matt seems to know what he's doing, his lips lightly
closed around Rich's cock, his throat working to take him all in.
Rich moans softly. I start to touch myself; watching my fiance with
a mouth full of cock is much sexier than I'd imagined. Rich holds
his head, forcing him down, making him take it all. Matt's eyes are
watering, but he welcomes Rich deep into his mouth. He drops his
own pants and takes his prick into his hand, sliding his fist over
himself in time with Rich's thrusts.

My fingers
sneak past my lips and up inside, brushing against my own wet
walls.

Matt stands,
after a time, and makes his way to the bed beside me. He climbs up,
turning away from Rich, presenting himself on all fours. We lock
eyes, and this time I'm the one to nod my assent.

Rich moves
into place behind Matt, his own cock in his hand.

He's nearly at
Matt's opening when Matt stops him.

That's when my
fiance asks me to put the other man's cock inside him.

And I take
Rich's cock, and I guide it to Matt's hole, and I push it
inside.

Matt's never
been fucked before, and it's a tight fit, but I guide Rich inside,
an inch at a time. Matt lets loose a shuddering sigh. “Relax, hon.
Just relax,” I tell him.

He pushes
against my hand, backing up, taking the cock. I'm face to face with
Rich, and as the last inch of him slides into my fiance, we kiss. I
let my hand linger, one finger and thumb still circling his meat,
feeling it slide through and back as he begins to pump Matt's ass.
I'd missed the taste of his breath, the way he likes to catch my
lip between his teeth. I can feel Rich's balls slapping Matt's ass
as he picks up speed. Our mouths are entangled. Matt moans and
begins to fuck back, moving his ass back against my hand until
there's no room for me and he's taking it all.

I break the kiss and circle around the bed, kicking discarded
clothes out of my way. I like to watch Matt's face as Rich fucks
him: occasional winces of pain and intense gasps of pleasure. He's
rock hard, his cock bouncing with Rich's movements inside him. It
is, in a word,
hot
.

I climb up
onto the bed and spread my legs for my fiance. He goes to town,
licking and suckling my swollen clit, pushing his tongue up between
my lips. His face disappears in my cunt. His body rocks with the
movement of their fucking. Rich and I watch each other as he fucks
the man who's eating me.

Matt's moaning
against my pussy, his lips vibrating against me.

He comes
suddenly, his hot juice spattering on my leg.

Rich is still
going strong. He always was such a good lay.

Matt pulls
away from him and flops to his stomach, panting hard. I untangle
myself from him and open my legs to Rich.

“
Come here,” I say, suddenly the tiniest bit shy.

Rich comes
toward me on his knees, kissing my upper thigh, kissing my belly,
nibbling tentatively at my nipple before we're face to face. He's
propped up on his arms above me. I can feel the tip of his cock
brush me as he breathes.

“
Hi,” I whisper.

“
Hi,” he says.

I reach down
and guide him into me.

He gasps at my
wetness. He takes no time at all to start pounding, giving it to me
hard, making up for his carefulness with Matt. I've missed this
cock, and the way he knows just where to drive it inside me. We're
fucking face to face, his breath hot against my mouth, tiny beads
of sweat forming along his hairline. I run my nails down his back,
the way I know he likes, and he grunts and fucks me harder.

Faster.

“
I missed this pussy. Fuck, I missed
you.
”

I just nod and
raise my hips to meet him.

Matt's
recovered beside us, and he steps down off the bed again.

He comes up
behind my head.

The two men
work in tandem to shift me, the rhythm of our fucking never
changing.

Then my fiance
gently lowers my head back over the side of the bed, and puts his
cock to my lips.

This is it! This is the fantasy! I've always wanted two cocks
at once, and my cunt quivers at the fact that it's
finally happening
.

I take Matt
into my mouth, and from this angle he slides in neatly. I can't
move my head very well, but it doesn't matter; he begins to pump
between my lips. I feel Rich shift forward, and the two of them
kiss. They kiss, with their dicks both grinding inside me.

I'm on
fire.

I've never
known sex like this. I never thought it would be this hot. This
good.

It's like the
two of them are fucking each other again; I'm just the conduit in
the middle. I'm being pummelled mercilessly from both ends, both
cocks hungry for my body, my body trying to take both of them in
further, further.

More.

Rich's rhythm
is changing, and I know he's close.

Matt starts to
tense.

They grow
frantic, each pushing inside me deeper, and I'm pinned there
between them.

I hear Matt,
then, his voice husky with lust, as he breaks their kiss and says a
single word:

“
Come.”

That
permission is all Rich needs, and he stiffens between my legs, and
Matt stops moving in my mouth, and everything is still for a
moment. Then I feel the shudders of both men, Matt flooding my
throat with his cum, Rich going rigid against me, his hot splashes
coating me inside.

I swallow.

They pull out
of me.

Rich leans
down and kisses me, tenderly, for the last time. I kiss him back,
knowing this is it. Tomorrow he goes back to being Matt's friend,
and our best man. He will never be my lover again.

Good thing the
sex was so good.

Matt hangs
back a minute as I sit up and hug Rich, my breasts against his bare
chest. We hold each other for a moment, and when we let go it feels
like more than just a physical parting.

Then Matt
pulls the blankets back for me, helping me to snuggle down under
the covers. He kisses me once on the lips. Then he and Rich gather
their things and dress. They're both grinning ear to ear.

And I know
that in the morning, when I finally get to say “I do”, it'll be to
a future where curiosities are resolved, needs have been met, and
my new husband and I can settle down together.

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My Brother's Lover

It was a tight
fit at the table, with my parents, myself, my sisters, my brother
and his lover.

Mom had
insisted we all get together for dinner back at their place. The
house seemed a lot smaller now that we were all grown. “You'll be
in town anyway, for the commitment ceremony. It's bad enough you
kids all want to stay in hotels; I'm not going to make you spend
all your money on food, too.”

She didn't need
to worry: all of us kids had done just fine. Both my sisters ended
up in accounting, boring but it paid the bills and paid them well.
I became a teacher, which made more impact on my soul than my bank
account. My brother, Lucas...well, he chose his partner well. Marc
made a killing on the trading floors, and as we sat there across
from one another he flashed his killer smile at me.

It was the two
of them, Lucas and Marc, that brought us all back together for the
first time in years. They'd been dating for a couple years before
Marc proposed. My brother had called each of us on webcam, he and
Marc gushing about their impending nuptials.

Lucas, now,
across the table, was still beaming. Marc was everything he'd ever
wanted in a man.

Well,
almost.

There had been
a few...transgressions...on Marc's part. Like a bull loosed from
the pen, he'd gone wild after the engagement, trying on a few last
men before he settled down with Lucas. And like a calf on clumsy
legs, my brother had followed him, always waiting for him to
return, and always forgiving. He'd forgiven a lot, my brother.

But would he
forgive the foot under the table rubbing against mine?

I cleared my
throat and pushed the last few peas around my plate.

“A toast,” my
father said. He raised his glass and we raised ours. “To a lifetime
of happiness and joy. To loving one another always. And to
fidelity—it's about time!” He winked exaggeratedly. We laughed, but
I noticed my brother shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Had he
told Dad about Marc's affairs? Or was Dad just goofing, recalling a
time when my newly-out brother had slept his way through the
clubs?

My glass was
still half-f of Mom's strawberry wine, and I drank deeply to
honour the toast, nearly choking when Marc's foot raised the hem of
my skirt. I hurriedly set my glass down before I dumped it
everywhere and shot a look at my brother's lover. Marc was smiling
at my Dad, thanking him for the kind words. He didn't let on that
anything was up under the table.