Chapter 3
Trudi watched Quinn’s face as he carried her into his bedroom, his hands firmly under her ass to hold her against his rock hard body. He didn’t put her down on the bed; he carried her directly to a wall and planted his mouth on hers, his tongue invading her open mouth with a passion that neither could deny. Trudi opened wide, his invasion a welcome intrusion into her body. Then he turned around, slumping back against the wall with Trudi still in his arms.
Instinctively she knew Travis would be behind her and fell back against his chest, her lips meeting a new pair, a new taste. Quinn had tasted of whiskey, Travis tasted of the same tequila she’d been downing. Travis kissed her with the same passion but with more gentleness than Quinn. Trudi had thought Quinn would be the sensitive lover and Travis the demanding one but it turned out the opposite was true.
Quinn’s hands pulled the bustier apart, leaving her chest bare to his hands, as Travis gently probed her mouth, his hands holding her to him. Finally, Trudi’s legs started to tremble and Travis pulled her from Quinn, letting her sit astride him as he fell back to the bed. She could feel Travis’s arousal through his black jeans, hard and long against her own body. She ground down into him, she wanted to hear the noise he’d make, and was rewarded with a gasping moan as his hands moved to hold her still.
Not willing to be a passive participant Trudi pushed her legs out and wiggled her ass, hoping Quinn would take the hint to pull her pants down. She gasped as he slid his hands around her slim waist and unbuttoned her pants before sliding the material down her legs. She’d removed her panties earlier and now she was laid bare before these two men, on her knees over one, the other behind her gazing at her nude body.
Trudi gazed into Travis’s green eyes, the hunger there stealing her breath. Could he really want her that much? Quinn sent all thoughts of inadequacy out of her head as he knelt behind Trudi, his tongue sliding into her slick depths. He didn’t immediately go for the spot she wanted him in though. Oh no, he took his time reaching that spot and inhaled deeply of her scent before he finally allowed his tongue to find her aching clit.
Travis held her face up so that he could watch her as Quinn pleasured her from below. Rubbing her full bottom lip Travis ground his hips up into her stomach, letting her feel the full length of his arousal.
“You’re beautiful.” Travis said quietly. Trudi rewarded him by taking the hard length of his throbbing cock in her hand and squeezing gently. His head fell back in response and Trudi pulled on him to get him to move up. He obliged by sliding higher up into the bed.
Taking the silken flesh of his cock between her hands Trudi opened her mouth, flicking her tongue out to taste him as Quinn did his best to distract her. It was difficult to ignore Quinn but Trudi wanted to taste Travis, to feel his flesh in her mouth. She groaned around him as he slid down her throat, Quinn’s pressure on her clit increasing just enough to make it even harder to concentrate.
Travis seemed to know what was happening and started to thrust up into her mouth, relieving her of thought as she felt a finger sliding into her soaking wet pussy. Trudi’s back arched of its own volition, pushing back against Quinn’s tongue. Trudi moved her mouth off of Travis then, a more urgent need taking over.
“Fuck me, Quinn, fuck me now.” She demanded. He obliged by lifting himself from the bed and positioning himself at her entrance while she took Travis back into her mouth.
Once again Travis lifted her face, but not enough to dislodge him from her mouth, and watched as her eyes closed while Quinn slid home inside of her.
“Open your eyes, let me in, let me see you.” Travis demanded, pushing up into her mouth once again.
And in that position Quinn fucked Trudi while Travis fucked her face. Rather than feeling degraded she felt free, she felt adored, she felt pleasured. Most of all she felt in control, in control of these two men fucking her from each end. It was their groans and moans that filled the air; it was their hands working on her body to fill her with pleasure. She was not a pawn in this act, not a piece of meat to be shared; she was a woman with power. That power, that feeling of control was a powerful aphrodisiac and as Quinn moved behind her, working into her in a pattern that was making it more hard to concentrate, Travis moved his fingers down to her nipples, tweaking the tight buds until the pressure inside of her exploded in a release beyond anything she’d ever felt before.
Trudi came, she came harder than she’d ever come before and she’d had some experiences on her own that she was certain could never rival anything a man could do. A new possibility with women had opened up to her tonight but until now she’d thought the kind of breath-stealing, mind calming, body ravaging release could only be possible through sex. She felt the dampness spreading out from her thighs, running down her thighs, and knew she was truly wet for the first time in her life.
She had to let Travis go at that point, she was too afraid of biting him but he continued to stroke himself, his own release coming as she lost control of her face and he witnessed what Trudi’s pleasure looked like. She moved over him, not just from Quinn’s thrusts but as the pleasure she felt tore through her body she lost the ability to control her contortions. Travis let his seed go then, the hot jets landing on her face and breasts, only to be smeared into their skin as she writhed.
Quinn lost his own control as he watched Trudi and Travis both, his cries filling the air. His cry of pleasure and the sudden urgency of his thrusts pulled Trudi back into the abyss of pleasure and colored lights that she’d only just left, the pulsing of her pussy increasing Quinn’s pleasure. Somewhere in her mind Trudi could feel the pulsing of Quinn’s cock as his orgasm exploded from him and the feeling fascinated her, then she lost the thought as more waves of pleasure washed over her.
Travis just watched, his fascination never waning as these two people before him became lost in a world he wanted to join them in. He knew he’d get his chance so he wasn’t jealous, he was just fascinated.
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Three months later Trudi looked down at her phone and made a decision as the message made a smile spread across her face. From under the table she looked at her phone, Travis’s smiling face mashed up with Quinn’s making her heart melt. She’d meant to leave the morning after their magical sexcapade but she just couldn’t leave them to a dark part of her memory. She missed them terribly.
“Ms. Campbell, are you paying attention to the Senator?” A sharp female voice asked. Buffy St. Clair was looking at her with intense dislike. The woman hated her and Trudi didn’t care a bit.
“What? Yes, yes I am, carry on please.” Trudi put the phone down and looked in Blake Shippington III’s direction. The man made her want to vomit.
Trudi had finally made it to Atlanta, had moved into her new apartment, and came to work for the Senator. The handsome, debonair man of her dreams had asked her out the first week she’d been employed with him. While her body was still thrumming with the touch and feel of Travis and Quinn the posh man with a delightful grey streak in his hair had left her feeling cold.
Blake was not a monster but he was pretty close. His breath constantly reeked of some kind of decay and he’d been taking bribes from some rather nefarious people she’d learned. He was also having an affair with the 52 year old Buffy and had been for several years now. The whole office knew about it. He had some nerve asking her out. The thought almost made Trudi laugh out loud when it occurred to her during this current meeting.
Before she came here she’d have ignored the affair. She’d have kindly offered Blake a breath mint before letting him have his way with her. She’d have lain beneath him unmoving, letting him do his business if it all meant she could be a senator’s wife. She’d left Quinn and Travis, as well as Sabina, behind with the plan of attaining her dreams. Trudi now realized her dreams were as rotten as Blake’s breath and had been a way of hiding her own misery from the world.
Trudi had grown up without a father, a social pariah because of her mother’s intense religious fanaticism, and because of a secret passed down from her father. She had been too afraid of anyone finding that secret out to let anyone get close, even if they tried; and she’d chosen a cold, clean, empty life over ever being dirty again or allowing her secret to be revealed. She’d chosen to hide herself behind a sweet, cold exterior rather than letting hurt, adventure, or passion in so that she could live a numb privileged existence, more than anything. She never again wanted to be hungry, cold when she wanted to be warm, or hot when she wanted to be cool. She never again wanted to want something and not be able to have it. That’s what this whole plan had been about. Now she knew it had all been wrong.
Letting Blake drone on again Trudi let her own thoughts wander even further, back to her first weeks in Atlanta. She’d longed for Quinn and Travis. She’d been haunted by images of bears wherever she went, from teddy bears in stores to pictures of Alaskan adventures featuring bears. When she turned on her television she saw program after program about bears until she finally just stopped turning it on. The universe was trying to tell her something.
The meeting eventually ended and Trudi’s thoughts were still filled with the two men. They’d insisted she text them to let them know she was alright and had let her know every single day since their parting that she could come back any time she wanted to. She longed to see them but had held out hope that things would work out here. She tried to remind herself of how hard she’d worked to get out of the grinding poverty of her youth, of the plans she’d had. None of that mattered anymore and…
Trudi jerked around as someone grabbed her arm. It was Blake, pulling her to his chest and into his office. Oh gross, his breath was worse than usual. He’d done this twice before now but this was the last time. She was not letting him do this to her anymore!
“Let my arm go, Blake.” She demanded.
“But Trudi, I want to take you to meet my mother this weekend. I know we haven’t been dating for long…”
Trudi interrupted him, “We’ve been on two dates, I’ve refused your invitations since then, Blake, we are not dating.”
“Alright, alright. But I would like to start over. Please, just give me a chance.” He pleaded before pulling her back against him again, trying to force his mouth down to hers.
Trudi pulled her stiletto heeled foot up off the floor and drove it into his calf. She’d bought the shoes before coming here, hoping they would entice Blake. Now they were her weapon against him. The man screamed as he let her go finally.
“I told you to let me go. I’ve told you no, time after time, and you won’t listen. Do you know, three months ago I came here hoping to become your wife, to somehow persuade you that I was the one for you. I wanted the life you promised but now, now I think you’re just a slimy little worm. You are an absolute pig and even I couldn’t look past your faults and I was willing to look past quite a bit to have my dream home. You’re not even worth that, Blake. You’re not worth the self-degradation and hate I’d turn on myself if I married you. I’m done here, done with you, done with the illusions, and done with your breath! I quit!”
Behind her Blake sputtered as she left the office, taking the files she needed to send to the authorities with her. Blake wasn’t going to like her very much after this or want to take her home to his Momma but she didn’t care. She was going back to a life she’d never even considered living, one that offered far more hope than the one she’d almost settled for.