Page 54 of Cuffed to my Roomies
“I owed it to myself to be honest, and what’s more, I owed it to you to be proud of the men in my life and to admit how lucky I am to have you both. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You won’t have to find out,” Derek said, “We’re in this for the long haul. We had a talk this morning. Neither of us is willing to give up. It’s too good, too right.”
“I love you,” Brett said, “not only like a best friend.”
My chest felt like it swelled and I gave a watery smile. I hugged him, “I love you, too. And you, Derek. So much.”
Derek hugged the back of me.
“We should go to bed,” he suggested. I laughed, but I didn’t argue.
“It’s been a big day. I want to reconnect with you two, let you know how much I love and value you. I’m sorry I hurt you. I’ll never shy away from this again. I’ll always—I’ll always regret losing him. I’ll always miss him, but I know I did the right thing. It felt good to be honest about us.”
Derek kissed me softly, “Know what else feels good?” he teased.
“Show me,” I said.
An hour later we were all three panting on the bed, Brett’s hand on my bare hip, my head on Derek’s outstretched arm. We were sweaty, sated, when my phone rang. I crawled across Derek and fished my phone out of my purse on the floor. It was Liz Markham’s number.
“H-hello?” I stammered.
“Lynette, good, I’m glad I reached you. We need to meet tomorrow. I’ll be back in the office. Your article blew me away. It was so honest, so sex-positive. I love it. We’re going to develop it and lead with it on our relationships feature for next month.”
“Oh my God! Thank you!” I said.
“Celia will text you to set up a time. I’m boarding a plane, so I have to go, but I wanted to tell you personally that my faith in your potential was not misplaced. I’ll speak with you tomorrow.”
“Thank you,” I said again as she hung up. I dropped the phone on the bed side table.
“Guys!” I said, “Liz Markham LOVED my article and it’s being published next month! I’m going to be in Envy! My first real article!” I squealed.
Brett kissed me. His tongue slow and deep in my mouth firing a warmth that suffused my body. At once, I was aroused again, all thoughts of exhaustion forgotten. “Mmmm,” I moaned.
Derek’s fingers brushed my mound, and I gave a shudder. I wanted his fingers all over me, inside me. I wanted both of them now.
“You like that, don’t you,” he said, his voice a low hum in my ear behind me as Brett continued to kiss me. Brett plucked at my nipples until they were sharp points, sensitive and aching.
I loved the feel of Derek reaching around me, his fingers parting my slick folds to fondle me as Brett kissed me and stimulated my nipples.
“I want you,” I whispered, “Both of you.”
“I’m all yours,” Derek said, “where do you want me?”
I broke the kiss, looked back over my shoulder at him, “I want you on your back.”
He grinned, laid back on the bed, arms behind his head. His erection was hard, dark at the tip and I could see a bead of moisture. I knew it would taste of salt and his own musk. I couldn’t resist. I broke away from Brett and took Derek’s cock in my mouth, moaning as the taste of him filled me, his thickness, his hardness. I turned on all fours to devour him. His hand was in my hair, holding me there. I gasped as Brett took my hips in his big hands and held me steady. I knew it was coming, his huge cock about to penetrate me. The anticipation already had me clenching, had shivers of pleasure running through my body. When the head of his cock nudged the softness of my sex, I cried out around Derek’s cock. Brett took me hard, all at once, his cock buried inside me, his thighs slapping against mine with a lewd sound as I sucked Derek. I was moaning with every thrust, and Derek’s grip on my hair was just hard enough to make my scalp tingle. I was throttling toward a massive climax, my mouth and pussy full of the men I loved. I was caught right at the edge when Derek pulled my face up from his cock. He moved fast, brought my face to his and kissed me, soft and slow, parting my lips and sliding his tongue in my mouth in languorous strokes until I shivered with a jolt of cold, my nipples stinging with the arousal.
“Come here,” he said, and Brett pulled out of me.
Derek gathered me into his lap and brought me down over his cock. My legs wound around him. His arms wrapped around me, all muscle. I could feel the planes of his hard chest against my nipples, his cock fit perfectly into me, our stomachs pressed together, his mouth on mine. It was the most intimate position I’d ever been in, more intimate even than having his cock in my mouth.
