Chapter Three
Andrew paid for two more drinks and then we climbed in a cab and rode to where he lived, in the South End. It was a much posher neighborhood than Jamaica Plain, and I couldn’t help pressing my face against the window and watching as we rolled past gorgeous, antique homes.
“How can you afford this,” I breathed. “This is incredible, Andrew.”
Andrew smirked. Then he did something very strange – he rested his hand on my knee. At first, I squirmed under his touch. But after a few seconds, I began to enjoy the heat radiating from his palm and sinking into my skin. Andrew slid his hand further up my thigh. When I looked over at him, he raised his eyebrow.
“Just remember what I said back in the bar,” Andrew said smoothly.
The cab slowed to a stop and Andrew paid, handing the driver a twenty. I followed him back into the cold air, shivering as it hit the exposed skin at my neck and hands. Andrew led the way into a gorgeous, older building with an intricate brass gate.
“This is beautiful,” I said, craning my neck and glancing up. “You live here?”
Andrew nodded. “I have for a few years,” he said. When he opened the front door, I was startled by the sight of another man on the couch.
“Hey,” the guy greeted Andrew. His eyes flicked over me with interest. “Who’s this?”
“This is Kristin,” Andrew said. His voice contained just a hint of mocking. “You’ve heard me mention her, right?”
The guy nodded. He stood up and stared at me, raising his eyebrows as his eyes took in every inch of my appearance. I blushed – between Andrew and this guy, I’d had more attention paid to me by men today than the rest of my life combined.
“I’m Victor,” the guy said. He held out a hand and we shook – his grip was soft but strong, and I was surprised by how thoroughly he shook my hand.
“Kristin is going to stay with us for a while,” Andrew said. “Dad and Carissa kicked her out because she lied about going to Boston.” He rolled his eyes. “She’s twenty-two, if you can believe that,” he added. “My parents are such fucking prudes.”
I blushed at the use of the curse, but after a few moments, I couldn’t help giggling. He was exactly right.
I yawned. “Do you mind…do you mind showing me where I’ll be sleeping?” I glanced down at my watch. “I know it’s only nine, but I’m exhausted.”
Andrew smirked. “Come with me, honey,” he said. “Up the stairs.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said, nodding my head at Victor. But to my surprise, he followed Andrew up the stairs. He was cute, too – the opposite of Andrew, with a lanky body, dark blonde hair, and deep blue eyes. He had a cleft in his chin and wireless glasses that made him look like a young professor….the kind of professor that girls like Megan would flirt shamelessly with.
Victor smirked at me. I blushed scarlet – for such a mild-looking guy, he had a way of staring at me that made me feel like he was going to detach his jaw and swallow me whole.
Andrew led me up the stairs, through a dark hallway, and into a bedroom with a huge, king-sized bed and a silk duvet.
“You’ll be sleeping here,” Andrew said. He grinned. “Any questions?”
“Uh.” I glanced over my shoulder. “Where’s the bathroom?”
“Down the hall,” Andrew replied. He stepped closer to Victor. Victor reached up and started rubbing Andrew’s upper back. I knew that I shouldn’t stare, but it was hard to tear my eyes away from the two gorgeous men touching each other. As Victor kept massaging Andrew, Andrew closed his eyes and tilted his head back.
My cheeks were burning with shame. “I should leave you alone,” I mumbled, stepping back. But when I glanced up, I saw that Victor and Andrew were kissing deeply. Their tongues entwined with each other’s, and Victor wrapped his arms around Andrew’s muscular shoulders, pulling him close.
A strange feeling came over my body – I felt tingly and hot, like I was suddenly too big for my skin. My nipples stiffened inside my bra and I uttered a small moan as I felt the area between my legs grow damp and slippery. What’s wrong with me? I thought shamefully, twisting my body to the side. I’m such a perv!
“Come here,” Andrew said. He pulled his arm away from Victor and held it out to me. I didn’t move – I felt like I was frozen to the ground. Andrew grinned, then beckoned me with his finger.
“Come here,” Victor echoed. He smirked at me. “You know you want to.”
My legs felt like jelly as I walked across the bedroom. Even though it was only a few feet, I felt like I was walking across the ocean.
When I reached Andrew and Victor, Andrew pulled me into their embrace. Instantly, my body was surrounded by men. Victor put his hands on my waist and brushed my hair out of my face as Andrew pressed his lips to mine. When we kissed, I felt an electric spark shoot through my body and sizzle through the air. The dampness between my legs became a rush of sexual emotion as Andrew slid his hands down my back and squeezed my ass. Feeling his big, firm hands running all over my body was enough to make me moan softly into his mouth. As Andrew’s tongue slid against mine, I eagerly purred and pressed my body against his.
Victor stood behind me, rubbing my shoulders and playing with my hair. His soft lips kissed me right at the top of my spine, making all the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I shivered and thrust my ass against his body. Through his jeans, I could feel that his was rock hard. Andrew gently broke the kiss, pulling away and groaning as I bit his lip. The look in his eyes was dark, sexual – almost magical.
I was barely aware of Victor and Andrew tugging me over to the bed. When Andrew’s cold hands slid under my shirt, I cried out at the shock of his icy fingers against my skin. But soon his hands warmed and I moaned softly as I felt his fingers slide into my bra. Andrew pinched my nipples gently between his thumbs and forefingers and I arched my back. Victor leaned down and kissed me wetly, pushing my mouth open with his tongue and ravaging the inside of my mouth. He tasted like smoke and spice and I shivered as Andrew’s caresses to my nipples grew more forceful. My clit was throbbing in my panties and I moaned softly as Victor pushed me down onto the mattress. Andrew pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it across the room. He and Victor grinned at each other, then nodded before removing their own shirts. Together, they were a perfect contract – Victor’s pale blonde against Andrew’s golden, Grecian skin.
Victor and Andrew kissed again, slowly this time. I watched the bulge in Andrew’s pants twitch and I blushed hotly when I realized that it was his cock. Nervously, I reached forward and slid my hand across his erection through his jeans. Andrew groaned. He reached down and grabbed my hand, rubbing my fingers forcefully over his stiff cock.
“God,” Andrew groaned. He threw his head back and Victor kissed and bit his neck. I could practically feel the sensation both ways – it was like I was somehow both men and myself, all at once. Victor pulled my other hand towards him and rubbed it against his own cock. Both men were huge, but I could feel that Andrew was slightly bigger. A nervous thrill ran through me. What were we doing? How was it going to end?
Andrew and Victor climbed on the bed. As Andrew fumbled with the snap of my jeans, Victor kneeled behind me and tilted my head backwards until we were kissing upside down. I moaned softly into his mouth as I felt Andrew tug my jeans down my thighs and toss them to the side. A warm, musky scent filled the room and my cheeks burned with shame when I realized it was the smell of my own womanly arousal. The crotch of my panties was soaked, and each time my body twisted and strained, the wet fabric rubbed against my labia. It was torture – it felt so damn good, but at the same time, I wanted more.
Victor ran his hands down my body and cupped my breasts. Andrew traced the insides of my thighs with his fingers, gently touching me until I was shaking and shivering in his arms. His fingers were so close – yet so far – to my pussy and I desperately wanted him to touch me more.
“You smell so good,” Andrew murmured. He kneeled between my legs and nuzzled my wet panties with his nose. A pleasurable sensation burst in my lower belly and I spread my thighs wide, eager for more of his touch. Victor began massaging my back as Andrew pulled my panties to the side. I could see my pussy was wet and glistening with arousal. As Andrew gently reached out and rubbed a finger against my clit, I moaned loudly. It felt amazing – better than anything I could have imagined. I felt like a wanton slut as I lay there on the bed, thrusting my hips forward, towards Andrew’s hand.
“You’re sexy, Kristin,” Victor whispered in my ear. Andrew gripped my hips and nuzzled my labia again, making me blush.
“She’s so tight,” Andrew murmured. “Tell me Kristin, tell me the truth – are you a virgin?”
My cheeks blushed bright red. Slowly, I nodded my head.
Andrew grinned. He buried his face between my legs, wrapping his lips around my erect clit and sucking until I thought I was going to die of ecstasy. As the feelings surged through my body, I shivered and writhed and panted with lust. Victor tilted my head back and kissed me deeply. Soon, I was sucking his tongue and moaning into his mouth as Andrew continued to pleasure me.
When Andrew pulled away, I gasped. My pussy was swollen and tingling and I was sorely wanting more attention. Andrew climbed off the bed and unfastened his pants, pulling them down his legs and tossing them aside. Underneath, he was naked. I couldn’t help but stare at his erect cock. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. He grinned at me wickedly when he saw that I was staring.
“Kristin, I’m gonna fuck you,” Andrew growled in a low, throaty voice. I moaned with anticipation as I watched Andrew reach into a side drawer and pull out a condom. He ripped the foil packed open with his teeth and sheathed his erect cock in a thin layer of latex. I gasped as he climbed on the bed.
“No fair,” Victor teased. “I want her, too.”
“Too bad,” Andrew said. He grinned. “She’s mine. I want to pop that cherry before anyone else.” Andrew grabbed my hips and pulled me down the bed, making my body slide against the silk sheets. I gasped as he roughly flipped me over. Now, I was lying on my belly, with my legs spread akimbo and my face bright red with shame and lust.
Victor locked eyes with me. He reached down and stroked his hardness through the fabric of his jeans. As I watched, he rolled his eyes back in his head and moaned with pleasure. It was so erotic watching Victor touch himself. Finally, he unfastened his pants and kicked them to the side. Like Andrew, he was naked underneath. His cock was veiny and thick. There was a shiny drop of moisture beading on the tip and I shivered.
Andrew crawled on top of me, straddling my hips with his muscular legs. I felt the tip of his cock poking at one of my ass cheeks. When I tried to roll over, Andrew pressed me down into the sheets and ground his hips against my ass.
“It’s not fair that I get you first,” Andrew growled in my ear. He leaned over my body, reaching underneath of me and tweaking my nipples until I cried out with pleasure. “So you’re gonna pleasure Victor while I fuck you, Kristin. Can you do that for me?”
I could barely gasp out a ‘yes’ before Andrew grabbed my hips and hauled me up until I was on my hands and knees. He swatted my ass and I cried out – it didn’t hurt, but the stinging sensation mingled with the intense pleasure flooding my body. I gasped again when I felt the tip of his cock poking at my soaked, swollen pussy.
Victor dropped to his knees, shoving his cock towards my face. He smelled musky and intense, like sweat, and I moaned softly as he tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled my head forward towards his cock.
“This might sting for a minute,” Andrew growled. He steadied himself behind me with one hand on my waist. I waited for the inevitable pain of his entry, but it never came. Instead, Andrew’s cock slid inside my pussy with one slick motion that filled my whole body with ecstasy. I cried out in pleasure as he buried himself to the hilt inside of me, moving his hips back and forth until we were joined together.
“Can you suck my cock, Kristin?” Victor asked. Nodding my asset, Victor pushed his cock against my lips. I wasn’t sure what to do, but I opened my lips instinctively.
“Curl your lips over your teeth,” Victor said. “That’s good,” he added, watching to make sure I’d done it carefully enough not to scrape him. As his cock filled my mouth, I moaned as Andrew started fucking me harder from behind. It was almost impossible not to bob my head up and down Victor’s long shaft as Andrew bounced me on the bed. My body was taut, stretched – positively singing with pleasure.
Victor took one of my hands from the bed and wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock. He gently moved my hand up and down until I realized I was supposed to be doing that on my own. When I took over, Victor let his hand fall to the side. His eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned. I was drooling all over his cock – his skin was soaked with my saliva, but I sucked greedily, as if his cock were the source of everything vital and nutritive that I needed.
Andrew groaned. He grunted and thrust into me from behind, filling my body with spasms of pleasure. Andrew slid one hand under my body and used his thumb to roughly rub circles around my swollen, exposed clit. I could feel that my pleasure nub was poking out of my labia. My legs were spread so far that my thighs ached from the strain, but it was a delicious kind of ache.
“She’s good,” Victor groaned. I started breathing through my nose, letting him push his cock all the way into my mouth. There was something so sexy, so sensual about being humiliated like this – I could barely move, as my body was controlled by the two powerful men on the bed with me. But I didn’t care, everything felt so amazing that I forgot about everything in the world besides sex.
“I’m gonna come,” Andrew grunted. He slammed his cock into me with more force than before. He leaned back, bracing his other hand against the cheeks of my ass. I groaned on Victor’s cock when I felt Andrew’s fingers come dangerously close to my puckered little asshole. Grunting, I tried to sway my hips out of the way but Andrew was stronger. Soon, he was stroking the sensitive surface of my most secret hole with his thumb. The sensation wasn’t dirty at all – it was incredible. It filled my body with a new kind of spasmic pleasure as Andrew fucked me harder than before.
Victor was fucking my mouth, pushing and pulling his cock away from my spit-soaked lips. My mouth was swollen and tingly but I wanted to keep sucking him. I loved pleasuring like this – the sensation of Victor’s cock in my mouth made the juices gush from my pussy more powerfully than ever before.
“God,” Victor grunted. “I’m so close. Make her come, Andrew. Make our little slut come for us.”
Andrew rubbed lazy circles over the taut opening of my ass with one finger and my clit with his other hand as his cock slammed inside of me. I started to feel like something was gripping me between the legs, something elastic and delicious and perfect. As my body jounced around on the bed, I felt something strong pulse through my whole body. Suddenly, I instinctively felt it – I was going to come.
Greedily, I sucked Victor’s cock harder than ever before. Andrew slid his finger into my asshole and gently flicked the sensitive skin as I wriggled my hips and shoved my ass against his cock. The powerful sensations in my belly grew stronger than ever and I closed my eyes, letting the pleasure flow through my body.
When my orgasm hit, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe – it felt too good, too amazing. I moaned loudly onto Victor’s cock, bobbing my head faster than ever before. I could feel the muscles of my pussy and ass clenching Andrew’s cock and fingers as I shuddered with orgasmic ecstasy.
“God,” Andrew moaned. He paused his thrusts, and then I felt his cock twitching inside of my pussy. I guessed he must be coming powerfully – he tightened his grip on my body until I was almost in pain.
Victor groaned and grunted. He tangled his hands in my hair and pulled my face forward onto his cock until I was practically deep-throating him. Then his cock began to spasm and shake. Seconds later, I felt a hot gush of salty liquid spew down my throat.
“Oh my god,” Victor groaned. He pulled his softening cock out of my mouth and flopped down on the bed, utterly spent. His face was bright red and covered with a fine sheen of sweat.
My heart was still pounding from the incredible, raunchy sex that we’d just enjoyed. I could feel my pussy clenching around Andrew’s cock. When he slid out, it was almost a little painful.
My thighs were burning and I collapsed onto the bed in a graceless heap, pulling a sheet over my body to cover my nakedness. Over my body, Andrew and Victor shared a deep kiss.
Andrew raised his eyebrows at me after breaking away from Victor. “So, Kristin,” Andrew said, grinning. “Did you have fun?”
I blushed deeply. From the way Victor and Andrew looked at each other, I had a feeling they understood how I was feeling.
The two men crawled into bed with me in the middle. Andrew pulled a blanket up from the floor and covered our bodies before turning out the light. My mind was racing but my body was exhausted and I felt a sleepy, warm, sated feeling melting across my limbs.
Before I knew it, I was fast asleep.