One Night Three Hearts (3 page)

He was half undressed when she walked back into the living room, and his eyes lit up when he saw her. “You look amazing,” he said as he pulled her in for long, wet kiss.
 

Jason led Rose to the doorway of the dark bedroom by playfully nudging her with each of his hands resting on her respective shoulders. He stood behind her and brushed her loose curls aside to kiss her the back of her neck softly. She closed her eyes as she felt Jason’s familiar pattern of his tongue darting out from his dawdling lips while both of his hands massaged her shoulders through the silky mesh of the peignoir’s material.

He removed his left hand from her shoulder to grab the black silk blindfold Matt left on the dresser closest to the doorway, still kissing the back of neck. Jason stretched out the blindfold in front of Rose’s closed eyes, and then tied it tightly around her head, catching a few strands of her hair in the knot.

“What is going on?” Rose hoarsely whispered with a half-smile. The suspense the blindfold added was so out of the norm, and it excited her that Jason was making a true effort to seduce her for the first time in months.

“Shh,” Jason said softly in between kisses. “I am going to give you something you always wanted, my sweet Rose.”

The lights of the surrounding downtown buildings dimly filtered through the hotel suite’s sheer window coverings. The blindfold made it close to impossible for Rose to see anything besides the vague outline of her stomach covered in the almost transparent material of the gown, and her other senses started to compensate for her temporary blindness.

Rose thought someone else was in the room; she smelled a familiar men’s cologne that was not her husband’s. Bvlgari, she recognized. Jason moved his mouth from her neck to her ear, but she could still hear a leg joint pop as if someone sat in a chair for a long time and then stood up quickly. The scent got stronger, and it was very apparent she wasn’t imagining the sound of feet brushing the suite bedroom’s plush carpeting.

Someone obviously not her husband walked towards her, and she instinctively raised her hand towards the blindfold. Jason gently pushed her hand back down to her side and held it there with a firm grip, as if to silently reassure her that this was okay.

“No, Rose,” a whisper originated from front of her:
 

Oh, my God. That sounds like Matt!

Rose swallowed nervously.

As she drew in a breath to gasp, she felt a second pair of hands on her breasts. Two thumbs circled her hardening nipples through the sheer material as a foreign tongue parted her lips to taste her own, cutting off her exhale. A man’s stubble brushed the Cupid’s bow above her lips. Jason’s hands moved from her sides to knead the undersides of her breasts, slightly bumping against the lower portion of Matt’s hands.

There are four hands on my breasts. Holy shit, Matt’s hands are on my breasts. Jason’s hands are on my breasts too.

The hotel suite’s air conditioner turned on, and cool air breezed through her legs. The split crotch panties offered zero protection, and it was at that moment Rose realized how wet she was from the sensation caused by the cool breeze against her clit.

She sucked on the tongue in her mouth with such force that her teeth scraped it. The tongue retracted in response, and then she felt biting on her lower lip. The thumbs and fingers on her nipples pinched together hard. The pain was excruciating yet exquisite. It felt like
 
electricity shot in blazing trails from the tip of her nipples to deep within her voluminous breasts. The teasing licks at her earlobe turned into bites, almost as if to mimic the brutal kiss that assaulted her mouth. The sensible part of her brain kept trying to kick in to make her numb body parts move, and she attempted to take off the blindfold again.

Only Matt knows I like it a little rough. I just want to see if it is really him.

“No, that needs to stay on.” The same familiar voice again, and the pressure on her nipples relented and then disappeared. The hands grasped hers, and gently pulled her forward.

In her ear from behind came Jason’s low voice, “Go baby. I am right here. And we’re going to fuck you in front of the whole city.”

The gasp she stifled earlier finally escaped her throat, and her breathing quickened as Jason’s hands on her wide hips and Matt’s pulling on her arms simultaneously nudged her forward. Her steps felt heavy and clumsy, and finally the urging to move forward by the two of them stopped.

Matt relaxed his grip on her hands, while Jason’s kisses and play bites focused between her shoulder blades; his hands remained on her breasts, and his fingers intermittently caressed her still sore nipples.

Rose was nervously excited. Half her brain wanted to analyze the situation and figure out what led her to this night between these two men, and other half wanted to let go and enjoy the attention.

The warm, wet flesh of a tongue enveloped her right nipple, and Jason’s hand moved away from that breast to knead her backside. She felt Jason moving his body slowly downwards toward the floor, and the licks moved with him. He massaged her inner thigh to urge her legs apart. Saliva and teeth intermingled on opposite sides of her body, and Rose let out a short groan.

Matt abruptly stopped suckling and released her hands. She heard what sounded like a chain rustling against another metal object, and then a click sound. Rose opened her eyes to see a limited amount of bright light seeping through the bottom of the blindfold.

“What was that?” she asked nervously, her throat completely dry and hoarse.

No response from either of them, except Jason’s grip on her left breast tightened. He pinched her nipple similar to how Matt did earlier, and again she groaned.
 

It suddenly became clearly apparent that Jason wasn’t kidding around: they were actually going to make sure anyone looking at the top floor of the hotel could see into the room and observe what was happening to her.

I am on display. Whatever this is… whatever happens to me… I am on display.

This realization was absolutely, positively delicious.
 

Before she could mock protest again and successfully remove the blindfold, Matt clasped her hands together in front of her. He used some sort of rough, thick material to encircle her wrists; she couldn’t make out what it was even by tilting her head back to get a better view.

“Didn’t we discuss this?” said the voice that was clearly Matt’s.

A hand pinched her inner right thigh's flesh. Was that Matt or Jason? Does it matter at this point?

The hand on her left breast released its grip to join its partner on the back of her thighs. The probing tongue returned to her mouth, and the fingers of her bound hands brushed up against a flat, muscular stomach. She heard Matt breath suck in sharply, and his kiss paused.

The mouth and hands on her the back of her thighs started to move upwards. Fingertips rubbed the skin where her thigh met her ass. Long kisses lazily moved around her cheeks as if they were deliberately avoiding the tight crevice. A thumb ran itself slowly up the split to move the thong piece out of the way, and Rose thought she felt a drop of moisture accumulate on that thumb.

“I am going to violate your ass.”

That was Jason’s voice. That simple statement sent her analytical brain into overdrive. Her husband -- who thought the missionary position was the high point of their sex lives, whose high point of sexual satisfaction was getting a blow job every few months, and who never even hinted at ever wanting anything to do with anal regions in all their years of marriage -- wanted to “violate her ass?” He never used any kind of language like that in any situation.What could he possibly mean? How would he know that she would even enjoy something like that? The motivation for his actions completely perplexed her. Did he enjoy this, and could never get up the nerve to tell her about it?

The skin on her wrists started to chafe from her reflexive struggles against whatever was restraining them. She envisioned they looked like raw, red rope burn marks. Her muscles tensed up even more, and she couldn’t even mouth a protest, let alone vocalize one.

Her cheeks were then firmly splayed apart, and she felt someone's tongue licking the very top of her ass. The anticipation from Jason's tongue play on her ass surprised her; it felt so good in a strange, dirty way.

Meanwhile, she felt Matt slide his body downwards. "So beautiful. So soft," he muttered.

She could make out the top of his unmistakable head through the small opening of the blindfold; she could barely touch his hair with her fingertips. He pushed aside the half of the split crotch panties, and one of his fingers traced the valley between her thigh and where her thick, protective outer lips began.

“I always wanted to taste your clit,” Matt whispered. He rubbed her lips together with a thumb and forefinger, and she felt it swell from the up and down friction. Another finger slid in-between her lips, grazed her engorged clit to rest inside her, and emerged sopping wet.
 

“But you first.” He removed his hand and a finger with her own juices suddenly invaded her mouth. “Lick it,” he commanded.

Rose obliged, tasting herself on his finger. As quickly as she sucked on it, the finger was gone from her mouth and back down again to push through the layers of pink flesh to rub her clit. She felt another hand hold her open while the finger rapidly moved left to right to left with light, teasing pressure. A tongue bathed the wide swaths of skin located on her inner thighs.

Rose pressed her lips together to suppress the volume of her moan. Her hands reflexively clenched, and her fingernails dug into her palms.

“Good girl. Very good girl,” Matt said as he flicked the tip of his tongue to where his finger was.

Rose heard Jason start to groan a bit as he moved his tongue lower and closer to her tightened asshole. As she was loosening up front, she tightened in back. She couldn’t believe her legs were supporting her weight or that she didn’t collapse yet; every muscle strength she could muster seemed to be focused on clamping her ass shut to that tongue that was determined to keep moving closer.

“Relax hon. I’m going to loosen your beautiful ass whether you like it or not, so no use fighting,” Jason said. “And you taste amazing on this end too.”

She felt his tongue circling her hole at the same time Matt stopped massaging her clit with his finger and started to hook the tip of his tongue under it. Her body had no control over itself anymore; the sensations from the front and back at the same time were simply the most primal thing she ever experienced. The quiet humming of the air conditioner was the only thing she could hear besides the low moans from the three of them was. She smelled a sweet mixture of scent combined from her own juices on her lips, Matt’s cologne, and a faint sweat from Jason.

"These have to go," Jason announced, his hands firmly grasping the soft, satin fabric of her crotch-less panties. Matt agreed, and two pairs of hands pulled them down. A hand grasping her leg lifted her right foot up an inch, then it was allowed to support her weight again after what seemed like an eternity.
 

She didn’t know what to focus her mind on: Jason’s tongue dabbing at her anus, that Matt was speeding up his tongue almost to the rate of motion his finger previously used, or the possibility that someone with binoculars could be watching her from across the street in any of the numerous office buildings. What she previously thought was silky material now scratched and irritated her nipples because of the heaving of her chest from her labored, ragged gasps.

A continuous exchange of hot breath passed between her legs. The two men’s tongues were so close to one another, yet a barrier made from her body separated them. Her legs turned into shaky jelly, and the moist tongues competing for attention were the only things preventing her from toppling over.

A scream built up in her throat and trapped itself there. The tip of Jason’s tongue formed itself into a point and finally broke through her tightly clenched anus.

“Oh yeah,” Jason said in a muffled voice from behind.

And as if that was a cue for Matt, she felt his teeth graze her clit before sucking on it with force.

Rose threw back her head and released her scream. The sound was completely foreign to her. She couldn’t stop it or force herself to be quieter.

Jason’s tongue is in my ASS! Matt is biting my CLIT! Ohmyfuckinggodhowwhy!

“Don’t stop! Oh please don’t stop!” she screamed. Her hips gyrated back and forth as the climax speedily built up within her. Normally it would be something that would come in slower waves, but this one originating from extreme clitorial stimulation coupled with Jason probing an area he never explored with her before was very different. Her legs started to shake as Jason's warm tongue literally fucked her asshole similar to how he would normally ram her with his cock; the exotic sensation felt so good.

Suddenly she felt Matt’s arms wrap around her waist, pulling her forward on top of him. Jason's probing tongue disappeared. Matt roughly put her bound hands behind his head, and his neck was thick with sweat. His hair brushed her forearms, the sides of her hands touched what felt like embroidered fabric, and her knees scraped against something similarly rough. As Matt adjusted her position, her hands instinctively reached for something solid to brace on, and the tips of her fingers touched the unmistakably cold, smooth sensation of glass.

The window. That must be the window. Someone saw me orgasm.

Rose could barely make her own inquiry of her two lovers through her rapid panting. “Is someone watching us?”

“Pretty sure.” Jason’s nonchalant voice didn’t seem to be as close to her as before.
 

Matt chuckled beneath her. “You’re giving everyone such a show.”

The confirmation of her suspicions made her suck in her breath, and several reactions raced through Rose’s mind. One moment she felt completely vulnerable, the next exposed, and she finally resolved that the premise definitely added to her growing excitement. Mild curiousity bubbled up within her; she wondered about how many were watching her and if she was getting total strangers off by her antics.