Page 31 of Cuffed to my Roomies
“No, dammit, open the door. I know you’re both in there.”
Derek’s eyes met mine, and I nodded. He unlocked the door and I stepped back toward the toilet so he could open it in the small space. Brett seemed to fill the doorway, looming over us.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“Don’t be sorry,” Derek said, “We weren’t going all the way. I was just getting her off on her break so we could take our time later.” He shrugged.
“We said no pairing off,” Brett said, “If she needs to get off, we’ll take care of it together.”
I gave a nervous giggle. He wasn’t angry with us, just wanted to join in. The room seemed so tiny, so overcrowded with three of us.
“I can’t do this,” I said, “I’m at work. I’m being reckless. I can’t. I don’t want the whole bar thinking I’m in here with—”
“You don’t want the whole bar to think we’re having a family discussion?” Brett said archly, “Or you don’t want them to know you have two cops seeing to your every need?”
“I want it, I do. I just—I don’t want them to think—”
“Think what?” Brett said, “Are you ashamed?”
“No, I’m not. I just—I don’t think Jason, my boss, should know about my private life.”
“Babe, your ten minutes was up a long time ago,” Derek said, “But if you want to hide this, what we are to each other, maybe we need to slow down.”
My whole body was blazing from his touch, and wanted to speed up, hit the edge and jump right off into the open. But I had to be smart. I couldn’t behave this way at my place of work. What if I got fired? Or needed a reference and all Jason could say was, ‘yeah she was fucking both her roommates in the bathroom when she was supposed to be tending bar’? I adjusted my clothes again, which were already fine and didn’t need adjustment. I looked in the mirror. I was flushed, my hair a little rumpled. My eyes were bright and glassy, a junkie in need of a fix, if anything. I shook my head again to try to clear it.
“I’m sorry,” I said, “I have to get back to work.
“Wait,” Brett said, “Is it because it embarrasses you that there’s three of us, or is it because you really just want Derek?”
I gaped at him, “Of course, I want you, Brett. I want him, too. I want both of you for different reasons, but what I feel for you is real. You’re the deep thinker, the one with all that compassion. And Derek is outgoing and funny and adventurous. He’s wild, and you’re intense. And I want it all. All of both of you. I know it’s greedy, but it’s the truth.”
Brett reached for me in the confines of the bathroom, pulled me to him. He tipped my head back and kissed me, slow and deep, rocking me to my core. And my core lit right back up, hot, molten and wanting. Just like that. Derek got behind me, his butt wedged up against the sink in the small space, and reached around, up under my shirt and playing with my nipples again as Brett kissed me, his tongue big and insistent in my mouth. Soon I was rubbing my ass against Derek’s erection while the huge hardness of Brett’s desire pressed into my belly. I was panting for breath when Brett came up for air.
“Will you have us tonight? Both of us?” he said. I nodded, lips parted and wanting.
“Sober?” Derek said from behind me, his mouth at my neck.
“Are you ready for this?” Brett asked, concern clouding his eyes, “Are you ready to be in this relationship with us both, to come home tonight with your eyes wide open, cold sober and choose this?”
“Yes,” I told them, my voice as shaky as my legs. I was holding on to Brett’s arm to steady myself.
“So do you want us to make you come now, or do you want to wait for it?” Brett whispered against my hair, his hand at my side, thumb drawing slow circles on my bare belly. Every beat of my pounding heart screamed ‘now now now’.
“I’ll—I’ll wait,” I said, twisting my thighs together trying to find friction and relief even as I protested.
“It would only take a second,” Derek said, biting a tender spot on my neck that made my body jerk involuntarily, “All I’d have to do is slide your panties down, open my zipper. I know you’re wet. I can smell you in here.”
“God, yes, you smell amazing,” Brett said. “I could open my jeans, let you have me in your mouth again while Derek takes you from behind. You liked that didn’t you?” he asked.
I knew I had to be gasping, pupils dilated, mouth half open with desire, looking like a junkie or a sex doll, some wanton thing that existed only to have him, them—put their cocks in me. But it was all I wanted. I was reduced to primal need, to this wild desire to rut with them, in the bar bathroom, in the mud if that’s what they wanted. Something about being filled by them, about Derek putting his big cock in me deep while I took Brett in my mouth as far as I could, about feeling the salty, soft tip of him brush the back of my throat while Derek thrust into me, it was so lewd and heady and everything I wanted. I licked my lips, stood up straight with effort, despite how vivid that lurid image was in my mind.
