Page 21 of Cuffed to my Roomies
“Come on, you two, don’t do it in the hall,” he said, his voice grouchy. I laughed.
“Are you ready for this?” Brett said seriously. I nodded.
“I need to hear you say it,” he said, putting me down.
“Yes. I want both of you. I need you both tonight,” I said, “I feel like it’s all I’ve wanted since the night we met.”
“The water bill’s gone way up since you moved in,” Derek said.
Confused, I apologized, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“No, it’s not you. I’m taking two showers a day like a teenager, jerking off thinking about you,” he said. His filthy words heated my cheeks, heated my body. I blushed.
“I’m on my third set of double A batteries,” I confessed.
“Hey, I found that in your dresser when I was looking for clothes,” Brett said, “That’s a big one.”
“A rabbit. Only the best,” I said with an eye roll.
“I think I can make you forget the rabbit,” Brett said, his voice sexy and low.
“You’re gonna have to prove it,” I challenged them.
We went to Derek’s bed. It was the biggest, a king size, and we all knew we’d need the room. They stripped off their shirts, and I watched, perched on the edge of the bed like the luckiest audience in a private strip club. Both dropped their jeans, first Derek who wasn’t shy at all, then Brett. Derek, unsurprisingly, didn’t wear underwear, while Brett had on boxer briefs that only showed the outline of his powerful erection. I wanted to rip them off.
Derek put his hands on his hips, showing off his impressive body, “What’s a guy gotta do to get some attention around here?” he said.
Brett grabbed the hem of my green dress and whipped it up over my head in one motion. I stood there in my white cotton panties and kicked off my sensible work heels. He scooped a hand through my long messy hair and pulled me flush against him as he kissed me hard. I found myself skin to skin with the hottest man ever. I was surprised, too. I had thought Derek would take the lead, that Brett would be Mr. Sensitive like he was when asking if I was sure about everything. But then there was no more room for thought at all.
Derek was behind me, his hands sliding around to cup my bare breasts. His heavy shaft pressed against the cleft of my butt and I rocked back against him on instinct.
“God, you’re wet already,” he groaned as he kissed my shoulder. I knew my juices were slicking the length of him every time he rubbed his shaft between my legs, his cock sliding just against the outside of my throbbing sex, trailing along the lips and making me mew with impatience. It felt too good, and not good enough at the same time.
Brett moved his mouth to my nipple, licking and sucking. I felt him back up to sit on the bed. I swung my leg over his lap, straddling him the way I’d wanted to. His big hand came down my stomach, between my legs. He parted my folds and slid two long fingers inside me. I could have exploded right then, the way he pressed, the way he went deep and stroked that spot that made me see stars. I moved against his fingers as he worked me over. I arched my back and Derek captured my mouth with his. Derek’s fingers moved down my stomach and stroked my pulsing clit as Brett fingered me. Somehow Derek’s tongue in my mouth moved in rhythm with the stroking and I jerked, scrabbling for purchase on Brett’s shoulders with my nails as I came hard, wave after wave, and kept coming. Shaken, I leaned forward, collapsed onto Brett’s shoulder as his arm went around me to keep me steady. Derek rubbed my back in slow circles. I clung to Brett and reached a hand back for Derek.
“Whoa,” I said as soon as I could speak, “that was intense.”
Brett lowered me onto the bed. I curled up on my side, Derek behind me, Brett in front of me. Brett stroked my face, tucked my hair behind my ear and kissed my forehead.
“Lovely,” he said, a rare, sexy smile on his face.
“I want to make you feel just as good. Both of you,” I said, not wanting to exclude Derek. They had, together, made me feel something so amazing, so intense. All I wanted was to return the favor.
I was coming down off the strongest orgasm of my life and I wanted to make them feel the same way. I reached out to touch Brett’s chest, to trail my fingers down the muscled ridges of his stomach. I tugged at the waistband of his boxer briefs.
“You’re overdressed. Let’s get you out of these,” I said.
