Sailor
I put the lid on my room service dinner plate and slouch on the sofa. My life is pathetic. I’m living in a hotel and have virtually no one I care about to see or talk to.
Carrie’s across the Pacific, my parents extended their stay in Europe after knowing my freaking apartment burned down, and last, but definitely not least, I lost the two most important men to me because I was indecisive and a coward.
“Smart move, Sailor. Instead of breaking one heart, you managed to break three.” Shit, I’m even talking to myself. This is what my life has become.
Scrunching my forehead, I lift my chin. No, I won’t regret my decision. I love them both, and they wanted me to choose, which they rightfully deserved, but I couldn’t give my whole heart to only one of them.
I did what was best.
Hearing a knock on the door, I set my tray on the coffee table and get up to answer it. I try to remember if I ordered something else from room service and forgot.
“Shit,” I say when I open the door and find Elliott and Jake standing before me. “What are you two doing here?”
“We want to talk.”
I shake my head. “No, you can’t force me to choose.” I need to ensure they understand me loud and clear. “Trust me; I’ve tried to do it, and I can’t.”
“We believe you,” Elliott says.
“Just hear us out,” Jake adds. I bite the inside of my cheek as my eyes bounce between the guys. They seem excited, almost happy even. Why is that?
“OK, fine. Come in.” As soon as I have the door shut, Elliott gives me a hug. My eyes grow round as I look at Jake behind him, but Jake’s shielding a smile. I see it. He gives me a hug next, and Elliott doesn’t seem fazed by it.
“OK, what’s up with you two? You’re acting strange.” Remembering I don’t have a bra on, I cross my arms over the Harvard sweatshirt Elliott bought me. I’m in my black yoga pants, too.
“We have a proposition. Sit down, and we’ll tell you about it,” Jake says before he takes my hand and leads me to the sofa. He sits next to me, and Elliott takes the loveseat to our right. I gauge his reaction, but he doesn’t seem angry that Jake is sitting by me.
Feeling nervous, I tuck my long hair behind my ear, wishing I could’ve run a brush through it. It’s tangled after my day of teaching.
Geez, they’re making me self-conscious, and it doesn’t help that they smell like they recently showered. I’m getting a whiff of Jake’s citrusy scent and Elliott’s clean, ocean fragrance. Hell, I need a shower now, too.
“Can someone speak?”
“This was your idea in the beginning,” Elliott says to Jake, smirking. “You tell her.” What come to Jesus meeting did these two have? Jake rests his hand on my thigh.
“You know how we were supposed to be sharing you?”
“Yeah, I guess that’s what you could call it, and the plan failed.”
“We want to try again, and we promise to be good at it.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Good at it? What does that even mean? Are you saying you won’t get jealous? If so, I don’t believe it, and that doesn’t change that I eventually have to choose, and that will only get harder the longer I love you both, and the stronger that love gets—”
Jake turns my head and smothers my mouth with his. My first instinct is to pull away, since Elliott’s in the room, but I resist the urge. Maybe this is a test to see if they can refrain from losing their shit on each other.
My body trembles as Jake lets my lips go. I look over at Elliott, and other than noticing how his chest is rising and falling fast, he seems to be keeping his cool.
“Seriously, what’s happening?” I ask. “You two are stressing me out.”
“We don’t want to lose you, so we’ll do whatever you want to ensure that doesn’t happen,” Elliott replies.
“That’s not fair to either of you.”
“It’s fair if we don’t mind. We mean it, Sailor. We don’t want to lose you, so we’d like to be in relationships with you–at the same time.”
I scoot away from Jake to the end of the couch, leaving my hope behind. I don’t feel I’m worthy of having it.
“I’m not special, and although the phrase you can’t have your cake and eat it too is stupid, I get it. I shouldn’t be allowed to indulge in white wedding cake and decadent red velvet, too.”
“We’re not talking about marriage right now,” Jake says.
“You know what I meant.”
“Answer my question honestly. Would you be open to the idea if you thought we were cool with it?”
“What about people finding out?”
“You’re overthinking it,” Elliott interjects. “No one has to know, but even if someone finds out, fuck them if they judge us. Think about the members of our families and the shameful decisions they’ve made. Even Jake has family that isn’t perfect.”
He points to his best friend, himself and me. “The three people in this room are who I care about. Our happiness is what matters, so answer the question without giving a damn what anyone outside of this room thinks.”
“OK. As long as it didn’t upset you two in any way, I’d be willing to try again. I do worry about what could happen down the road. I mean, if I sense that one of you are unhappy, it’ll upset me. I don’t feel like I deserve to have love from both of you.”
“If you give it back to us like you already have, then we’re not losing.”
“Agreed,” Jake says. “You have the biggest heart, Sailor, and you were making time for both of us. We’re the ones who fucked it up, not you.”
“When would I see each of you?”
“We’ll try to balance the time,” he replies. “I’m sure it’ll get tricky, but we’ll even it out the best we can. You can make the final call.”
“So, would you only come stay at my place?”
Elliott and Jake exchange looks before Elliott walks over to me.
“Sit between us.” I scoot over, making room for him.
“We want you to move back into the condo.”
“I don’t know. I’ll feel bad if I’m in one of your beds while the other is home. Or, what if I’m sitting in front of the fireplace with you, like last week, and Jake comes home, wanting my attention?”
“We share it. We compromise,” Jake replies.
“This is crazy. I’m sure I’ll feel bad at times.”
Elliott slides his hand up my thigh. “You shouldn’t if we don’t, and we’re telling you that we’re committed to making this work.”
Jake rubs my other thigh, and what the hell?
“Elliott told me you let him watch us fuck.”
“Shit,” I say under my breath. “I didn’t know what to do at the time.”
“Did you like it?”
I brave a look at him, and lust is at the forefront, brimming in his green eyes.
I nod.
“We came over not only to tell you how serious we are but to show you.” Taking hold of my legs, Jake shifts me to face him.
Elliott’s behind me now and moves my hair to the side. I feel his lips on my neck, so I close my eyes, imagining where they’re going with this.
Pressing his mouth to mine, Jake pushes his tongue inside, and I’m wondering if I’ll wake up from a dream where the two men I love have been kissing me.
Elliott reaches his hands around me and snakes them up under my sweatshirt. He massages my breasts, and my body trembles, every nerve on fire, as I kiss Jake and whimper into his mouth.
“If you don’t want us to touch you at the same time, we’ll stop. Do you want this?” Elliott whispers in my ear.
I moan, letting him know I do. He tugs on my nipples, pulling them out, getting me so turned on it hurts. Jake grazes his fingers between my legs, and there’s so much stimulation and sensations, and I think I could come this moment if I let go.
Never in my life have I thought I’d be in a threesome, and never did I think it would be with two men I love–men who both love me. It’s too good to be true, and if this is a dream, I pray I never wake up.
I slide one hand into Jake’s thick hair and reach back to grip Elliott’s, too. Realizing I’m certain about this, they make their own hungry sounds, seeming to want this as much as I do.
Releasing my lips, Jake stares into my eyes and continues to tease me between my legs, rubbing my pussy over my yoga pants.
“Say you’ll give us another chance,” he commands.
Elliott sucks on my earlobe, and I close my eyes again.
“You two came over here to seduce me.”
“Is it working?” Elliott murmurs before he nips at my neck.
“Yes.”
“Tell me you’ll move back in with us and give us another chance.”
“OK … I’ll do it.”
“Now, tell us to fuck you.” Pinching my nipples hard, he tugs on them again, and I cry out.
“Damn, the look on your face,” Jake says. I open my eyes, and his jaw’s clenched, his lips parted, too, as he takes shallow breaths.
“Fuck me,” I say. The words sound foreign, as if they’re coming out of another woman’s mouth, since this girl would never tell two guys to have their way with her.
Elliott gets off the couch and takes my hand. I stand, and Jake sidles up behind me, holding my waist as Elliott leads us into my bedroom.
Is this really happening? As Elliott pulls back the duvet and sheet, Jake strips. My feet are glued to one spot, and I’m shaking, wondering what to do and how this will work.
They both get naked, and the room is silent other than the sounds of their clothes hitting the floor. Elliott takes my hand again and directs me to the bed. Gripping my sweatshirt, he slowly pulls it over my head.
“Try not to be so nervous. We all want this.” He bends down and removes my pants and thong. His cock’s hard, and I notice Jake’s is, as well, as he walks around to the other side of the bed and tosses a condom on it.
My mind immediately jumps to wondering who plans on fucking me. Is that when they’ll argue? Are they going to realize then that they’re not OK with this?
“Baby, relax,” Elliott breathes in my ear. “Get on the bed and spread out.”
“Shit, your serious,” I murmur as I do what he says. “Is this really happening?”
“As long as you want it, too,” Jake replies. He gets on the bed on his knees and moves close to my side near my chest.
“I do, but I’m nervous.”
Elliott moves between my legs and bends them to make room for himself. In no time, he strokes my pussy with his tongue, fingering me, too, and Jake sets back on his legs to watch. He massages my breast, and I’m about to come from this experience alone.
Sliding his fingers in and out of me faster, Elliott swirls his tongue around my clit. Jake leans over and sucks on my nipples, and I grip his hair, bracing myself as I lift my pelvis to get closer to Elliott’s mouth.
Too many sensations.
An abundance of pleasure.
Sensory overload…
I moan shamelessly as their wet mouths and hands stroke and lick … suck and bite. The hypnotic sounds are raw and taboo, their touches magical.
Jake and Elliott worship my body like no one deserves. They said they were committed to making this work, and I now believe them.
Elliott tilts his eyes up at times to look at Jake pleasuring me, and it’s reassuring to see them enjoying this, too. I stretch my arm over to take hold of Jake’s cock. He groans, and straightening his body, he stares down, watching me stroke him.
I gawk at his eight pack, and the V coming off his hips, wishing I could touch them, too. Fuck, this is erotic, intoxicating, and I can hardly breathe.
I clutch the sheet with my free hand as Elliott focuses on my clit, licking it over and over. He doesn’t stop fucking me with his fingers until I break apart around them. I squeeze Jake’s cock and convulse, the pleasure swallowing me up.
“Holy hell, this is fucking hot,” he says.
I can’t help but bask in the pleasure. I have to give back to them, and with my foggy brain, I scramble to think of how best to do it.
Since Jake had the condom, I decide to let him fuck me. Elliott gave me oral, so I’ll give it back.
“Jake, get behind me,” I bravely say as I climb on all fours and crawl toward the side of the bed. Elliott’s dragging his thumb and finger around his lips, wiping it as he watches me. I look at him and nod for him to come over to the side of the bed.
He strolls around it, and with his tall height, his cock’s in front of me, iron-hard against his stomach. I hear Jake opening the condom, and the second he grabs my hips and thrusts into me, I gasp.
As I’m being fucked from behind, Elliott guides his smooth cock between my lips, and I’m at his mercy, unable to use my hands. I suck and taste his pre-cum, my head bobbing each time I take him inside my mouth.
Jake slams into me and groans, and I also hear a hiss sail from Elliott’s lips as I cover the entire length of him. He palms the top of my head, pushing it down and burying his cock deep.
I’m once again overwhelmed by the array of sensations. The pleasure is building exponentially, but I want them to come instead of me.
If I orgasm, I’m sure I’ll have to stop sucking Elliott for several seconds, and I don’t want that to happen, so I focus on pleasuring him as Jake drives into me hard, picking up speed.
The bed’s shaking, and our bodies are slapping against each other. The sucking sounds, panting and groaning … it all creates a high–a euphoria I’ve never experienced before.
Jake grasps my hips firmly, indenting them with his fingertips while groaning wildly and exploding inside of me. Elliott loses control, too, and comes in my mouth.
They’re both buried so deep, claiming me simultaneously, and nothing has ever felt so right.
Pulling out, Jake climbs off the bed, and I swallow Elliott’s cum. His fingers play in my hair as he falls from his high.
I’m in shock and awe over what we’ve done, but I feel no regret. It was hands down one of the best moments of my life. Realizing my arms and legs are shaking, I move to my back and stretch out on the bed.
Elliott lies next to me but turns us so we’re spooning. His hand splays over my pounding heart, and he exhales with contentment, bringing me even closer to his searing body. I feel the peace, too, the relief that we can finally be together.
Jake joins us, and as he rests on his back in front of me, I cover his chest with my hand and gaze up at him. I must be the luckiest woman in the world today, having my hope restored and feeling cherished beyond belief. My happy future no longer feels like it was lost in the past.
Jake stares down at me, the relief evident in his expressive eyes, too. As we all begin to breathe easy, he skims the back of his hand down my cheek.
“You’re ours now, doll. You don’t have to choose.”
“I love you, Sailor Girl,” Elliott whispers.
I close my eyes, settling my body between my whole world.
“I love you both, too.”