Five

Ann

Sometimes, the more things change, the more they stay the same. Here I was, a month after first meeting up with Jasper again, sitting on my sofa and catching up on what the old Roman crew was up to. Back to back to back weekends with the well-hung boys had worn me out and both my pussy and I were in desperate need of a break. Not that I wasn’t already regretting my choice to stay home tonight, but I was determined.

I was as sexually liberated as the next woman, okay more than most women probably, but I felt I needed to make a choice. Jasper or Bryce. Grown women didn’t go around maintaining sexual relationships with multiple guys, did they? No. They either fucked everyone or just one person, and that’s what I needed to do. What I really should do.

Fuck just one.

But I couldn’t.

I wanted them both.

Jasper was funny and charming, a man who knew how to show a woman a good time in and out of the bedroom. He made me laugh and he made me come. Sometimes he made me laugh while I came. Under the right circumstances I might have considered dating him.

And Bryce, well he was my jock with a big fat cock. Hot and ripped, with a charming sense of humor to boot, he was the perfect casual sex partner. We didn’t have a lot in common, but the things we did have, were pretty fucking amazing.

“If only I could combine them into one perfect man.”

I knew it was an impossible dream, a fantasy that I grew to like more with each day. Last night I’d even gotten off to the thought of both Jasper and Bryce fucking me. At the same time. Something about it seemed so right. So dirty. So empowering. It was a fantasy that I couldn’t stop thinking about, so I picked up the phone and rang the only person I knew who might provide some insight.

“What’s up bi-otch? Calling to hang out?” Tasha was always ready for a good time and it was one of the things I loved about her.

“No, I have a question. Do you have time to talk?”

“Yeah, I’m getting ready for a date. It’s the fourth date with the guy I met at the tapas bar.”

“Wow, four dates? That’s not usually your style, is it?”

“Fuck no, but Charlie is pretty great. Funny. Hot. Hung. He’s some kind of financial wizard so he makes a good living. Did I mention he’s hung?”

I laughed because Tasha had one track mind. “Maybe once or twice. But I have to say that I’m very happy for you. I hope you and Charlie, and Charlie’s big cock are very happy together.”

“Girl, me too!” She cackled loudly, more amused than a person should be over themselves. “Anyway, what’s up?”

“Have you ever had a threesome?”

“A few, mostly in college. Two girls and two guys. Personally, I recommend the two-man option because it means you’re the star of the show and their sole focus is getting you off.” She must have taken my silence for shock. “It’s no big deal, really. I mean as long as it’s something you really want to do.”

She had no clue just how much I wanted to do it. Hearing Tasha talk about having two big strong men, focused on nothing but pleasing me, well that sounded like a special kind of heaven to me. “I’m thinking about it.”

“Well stop thinking and go get that pussy wet, my friend. I saw that tall drink of blond sex god chatting you up last month. Holy shit, was that last month? I haven’t seen you since then, girl?”

“Focus, Tasha. Yeah it was him, but it wasn’t our first time meeting.” I told her all about our weekend in LA and then all about Bryce. “I feel like I should choose but I don’t want to.”

“Who says you have to? Fuck the rules. If all three of you are fine with it, do it. Hell, I work with a woman who’s part of a thruple. They live together, own a home together and all that couple-y shit. Only there’s three of them.”

“Wow. I thought that was made up by men just to have two girlfriends. I think your coworker is my new hero.” And not only because it played into my need to have both of these strapping men all to myself.

“Do it, Annie. Just do it and have a good damn time. I have to go now, catch you later babe.”

I nodded even though she couldn’t see me. Not that it mattered since she’d already ended the call but I wasn’t upset. How could I be? She was crazy and sexy and sex-crazed. And she’d given me good advice.

Advice I couldn’t possibly dismiss right out of hand, even if the societally trained good girl in me, really wanted to. I couldn’t because the thought of having Jasper and Bryce all to myself, left me feeling electrified. And when two big strong soldiers began to thrust into the mistress of the house—at her command—I found my hand sliding into my panties and imagining myself enjoying two cocks as much as she had.

Thoughts of both men fucking me at once carried me to sleep and I woke up the next day, refreshed and happy as hell I didn’t have to trudge into the office before the sun came up. I knew exactly what I needed to do.

***

I had no idea how this evening would go and for once in my life I didn’t give a flying fuck. They would either say yes or they wouldn’t. I couldn’t do anything to change their minds. All I could do was stand before them, looking like hot sex in a devil-red dress that was made for the sole purpose of getting a man’s attention. I didn’t want to go over the top and wear a see-thru lingerie, so I went with a simple red slip dress that hugged my curves and I added matching nail polish to finish the look.

Underneath, I wore nothing. That was me, hopeful until the end.

A quick glance at the clock told me they would be here in less than thirty minutes, so I ate a cookie because sugar was a great way to calm my nerves. It was the perfect distraction. Then I made myself a dirty martini because I needed something stronger because these were big girl nerves. That extra tasty brine did the trick as I sat on my sofa and went over what I had to say to Jasper and Bryce. I knew I had to get the words right, because it would matter to them. By the time I finished my second martini, I knew what I had to say, and I knew exactly how to get what I wanted out of this.

The buzzer sounded to let me know my guests had arrived.

I stood, fixing my hair around my shoulders after spending nearly an hour getting soft, springy curls. My hands smoothed the dress over my stomach and hips for the tenth time in as many seconds and I shook out the nerves. I shouldn’t be nervous, this was nothing to be nervous about. I just needed to be calm. Confident. A quick spritz of perfume and I strode to the door in my bare feet and pulled it open. “Jasper. You’re looking good. Very good.” The man wore jeans and a sweater like nobody’s business, somehow making it even sexier than those three-piece suits he favored.

“And you, Annie, my dear, look good enough to eat.” He pressed me against the wall, kicking the door shut and put his mouth to mine, licking and tasting it, owning it and making it his. I fell under his spell like the horny woman I was, clinging to him in a desperate need to get closer. “That should tide me over until you’ve had your . . . say.”

That was a strange way of putting it, but it was also a reminder that I needed to stay the course. Disentangling myself from his arms, I took a few steps back and made my way back to the living room. And my glass. “Want a drink?”

“I’m good, thanks.”

O-kay. That didn’t bode well for my plan, but luckily Bryce sounded the buzzer just a few moments later and I went to greet him. “Bryce, thanks for coming over.” I wrapped him in a hug that we both let linger a little longer than was polite, but when you’ve had a man’s cock inside you, polite goes out the door.

“Your message was more than a little intriguing. Ominous, even. Is everything all right?”

“Yeah. I just have something I’d like to discuss. With both of you.”

His shoulders went tense and he nodded, brushing past me to get to the living room, where he and Jasper greeted each other with a subdued high five. He sat and scooped up my glass, draining it. Quickly. “So what’s this about?”

“Yeah, Ann. My curiosity is getting the better of me,” Jasper added with an amused smile.

I nodded and reached for another glass, filling them both. “Right. Well, having you two come back into my life wasn’t something I’d ever imagined or anticipated, really. But now that you’re both here, I find myself wanting something more. Something a little different.”

“Like what?” Bryce bit out.

It was clear neither man was feeling particularly open to whatever I wanted to say so I tossed the speech aside and went for brutal honesty. “I want a threesome. With the two of you.” Bryce looked angry, but Jasper looked interested—maybe a little amused. “This is a fantasy I didn’t know I had until you both came back into my life. I doubt it’ll happen if it doesn’t happen with you two, but that’s it. What I have to . . . say.” I took my glass and sipped it slowly, letting the icy cool bite wash away the sting of rejection I already felt, though none had been issued. “Think about it, please. Either I will hear from you, or I won’t.” I had a feeling I wouldn’t but hell, Tasha was right.

“Is this just a sex thing for you, or what?” Bryce asked the question, which surprised me. He claimed Jasper was the player, but he seemed more like the womanizer to me.

“Honestly I don’t know. I like you both. I’ve spent more time with Jasper so I know him better, but you both have traits that I look for in a man. I’m not sure what else I want, all I know is that I want this. With you both.”

Both men stood at the same time, somber expressions that told me this was likely the last chance I’d set eyes on either of them. Bryce left without a goodbye, but Jasper dropped a sweet chaste kiss on my cheek before he left my apartment, closing the door with a quiet click.