Page 55 of Cuffed to my Roomies
We rocked together, making love truly. I kissed him back with my whole heart, weeping as I came, shattering with great convulsions of my inner muscles around his stiff cock. He kept kissing me as I trembled, kept thrusting into me until he came. I felt another climax take me at the sweet, hot rush of his cum filling me.
He laid me gently back on the bed. Brett was waiting for me, his cock in his hand, still hard for me.
“Please,” he said, “come to me.”
I crawled toward him, spent, but determined to give him the same satisfaction, the same closeness Derek had given me while Brett had selflessly waited. I crawled up his body, my lips meeting his. I kissed him, gorgeous Brett whose stupid wife had thought he wasn’t enough for her in bed. I caught his hand and pressed it to my heavy, aching breast. He plucked at my nipple, tugging and pinching until I was rigid with wanting. I rode the thigh he’d pressed between my legs, getting the pressure I needed from the muscular leg he drove against my pussy. I kissed him and kissed him, whispering to him, “Tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything.”
“I want all of you,” he said. He flipped me onto my back, pushed my thighs apart.
“Oh yes,” I breathed. He thrust into me, so big that I thought I was split in two, the fire of arousal warring with the heaviness of his invasion of my body. I wanted more, even though I wasn’t sure I could take it.
“Can you—can you go deeper?” I whispered hoarsely.
He lifted my hips and plunged into me until I cried out. Then I reached for him, gathered him in my arms, pulled him down fully on top of me.
“I don’t want to crush you,” he said, dragging his mouth from mine for an instant before his tongue was back in my mouth, frantic to be joined to me in every way possible.
“More,” I insisted, taking all of his weight onto me, our legs and arms tangled, our tongues tangled, his hard chest pressing against my nipples and his huge cock driving into me fast and hard. I gripped the sheets, my head tossing back and forth. He levered himself up to pump faster, to drive us both mad. As he did, Derek appeared beside me, his mouth on my neck, his fingers on my nipples. I jerked at the overwhelm on my senses.
Brett cried out with a fast climax, spurting hot inside me. I bucked beneath him, joined to him. Derek’s fingers slipped down my belly, found my clit and rubbed it. The gentleness of his cool fingers took me. My body seized up around Brett’s cock, milking him as I came so hard under Derek’s fingers.
I know I screamed their names. I know I said forever. I know I had everything I could ever want.
We lay in bed together afterward, kissing and touching softly, sleepy but never satisfied. I curled up between them, perfectly happy.
Epilogue
One Year Later
I hadn’t worked at the bar for about eight months, not since I got my full-time staff position as a writer for Envy, heading up a newer more investigative section of the publication that took on issues beyond sex and fashion, but I still stopped in to see Jason and Cammie from time to time. I’d been at their courthouse wedding about a month ago, but I hadn’t seen them since. So when Cammie called to ask if I could stop in after work, I agreed.
It was always weird to use the customer entrance instead of coming in the staff door, but I remembered to do it. The place was dark. I looked around.
“Surprise!” came a shout. The lights flipped on. The place was full of purple balloons and a sign that said Happy Birthday Lynette on it in swirly letters.
I clapped my hands. Cammie came out and hugged me.
“I cannot believe you did this,” I said, “Thank you!”
“It wasn’t my idea. It was those two,” Cammie said.
Behind her, at the bar, stood Brett and Derek, each holding a dozen roses for me. I ran to them, threw my arms around them both.
“I love you,” I whispered, kissing first one and then the other of them.
“We have another surprise for you,” Derek said.
“What could be better than this?” I said.
“We had a little help. From Barbara.”
Barbara was my dad’s girlfriend. I’d talked to her on the phone for months and gotten to know her. She was a very cool, no nonsense woman, and she must have come up to the city for my birthday to meet my guys. She was really supportive. I’d met her son, Malcolm, and his husband months ago when they were in town and they were terrific. If they weren’t in Boston for a conference, I knew they’d have been here too.
