CHAPTER 7

LEXIE

She couldn’t sleep. She was so used to sleeping in a cheap old mattress, that without it, she couldn’t do it.

It was like sleeping with the TV on: you got so used to the background noise, that when there wasn’t any, you felt like something was missing.

This bed was so comfortable it should have been illegal. I have to save up for something like this.

But that wasn’t what really kept her awake. It was the guys. She owed them her life. They were sweet and smart and just too fucking good looking.

The night ended on a high note. Think about something else.

But she couldn’t. All three of them under the same roof, her mind kept wandering, thinking about kissing them, how their lips would feel on her own.

Think of something else.

The way they held her on the alley, on the limo… She felt completely safe.

Her thighs warmed up. She couldn’t focus. Shit.Somehow, letting them see her chest through a ripped off blouse seemed now intensely hot.

She wanted them to see her.

You’re insane, she thought.

Her bedroom had a Queen sized bed, a small desk, a big window looking out to the city, and a door to the bathroom. She smiled. These guys are awesome.

Her center began to heat up. She bit her lip and couldn’t hold back any longer. Her hands went down and grazed her slit, just barely… ripples of soft pleasure ran through her body.

Her juices began to flow more heavily, dampening her panties.

She breathed out and sat on the bed, legs crossed. Think of something else. She wasn’t about to masturbate in a strangers —were they still strangers?— room. No. She needed to think of something else.

She was thirsty.

Her mouth was dry. That was it. She’d go to the fridge, get a glass of water, come back and try to get some sleep.

She stood up, made sure the knot in her pants was tight so they wouldn’t fall down, and opened the door. The low, droning sound of the air conditioner was the only thing breaking the silence of the room. It was soothing, almost like a lullaby.

Just outside her room, to her right, was a bathroom, and across her door, another bedroom, its door half open.

She took a few steps toward the kitchen, painted in soft, yellowish tones by the dim lights of the city outside.

Crow took a glass from… She opened a cabinet and there they were.

She grabbed one and used the water dispenser on the fridge’s door. Someone cleared his throat and she went stiff.

She turned around but no one was there. The sound came from one of the bedrooms.

I don’t want them to think I’m stealing something.

She took a sip of water and tip toed back to bed, looking at the room across hers.

Big mistake.

Now that her eyes were used to the dark, she saw a big bed on the far corner of the room, Lucian lay there, completely asleep beneath silk sheets, the hard muscles in his shoulders and chest lit by the soft city glow… and his six pack, more like, eight-pack… she’d only seen something like that in movies.

She gasped, then quickly covered her mouth, afraid he’d see her. But he didn’t wake up. He moved a leg out of the silky smooth covers, and she saw his bulge, a thick package hiding beneath the covers.

Her jaw fell open. She’d been there for a second but already could see the ginormous cock this man had. It looked way too big to be real, bigger than any other she’d seen before.

Not that I’ve seen a lot, anyway.

Her center was wet now. Sudden embarrassment washed over her, she wished she was brave —and slutty— enough to go inside and wake this man up with his cock in her mouth.

What the hell? Her thoughts surprised her. Her mind was unraveling, thinking idiotic things.

Lucian moved his head towards her and she stepped back, her heart racing, hitting the door behind.

She gasped again and jumped to her room, closing the door as softly as she could.

There was no sound outside. Maybe she thought he saw her but he really just moved his head in his sleep. She waited a few seconds, or minutes, or hours, she couldn’t really tell, before going back to bed.

Her heart beat hard in her chest. She should’ve been ashamed, instead, she couldn’t stop thinking about what she just saw.

She would not be able to sleep now. She felt suddenly hot, the temperature around her rising up, her crease wet and ready.

Fuck it, I have to sleep.

Her hand went down and grazed her clit, shivers flooding her again. She bit her lip, but she couldn’t help it, the image of Lucian rushed to her head.

His blonde hair and bright eyes, his smile. Then, for some reason, she thought of the fight, earlier today.

She wasn’t ready to admit it yet, but they turned her on. The ease with which they dealt with those assholes.

Fuck.

The way Crow looked at her. His hungry eyes searching beneath her blouse.

She imagined herself back in the alley, on her knees, traces of rain around. Both men went to her and helped her up.

But the second they stood before her, with their manhood so close, she was powerless.

She’d never thought about doing this. She’d never touched herself thinking about two men at the same time, but the images kept assaulting her senses, waves of pleasure surging through every nerve in her body.

The men asked her if she was all right.

“Thank you,” she said and they came closer. They understood, with only a look, what she needed.

Her hand moved faster, her juices flowed like never before, her panties soaked, she took them off in one move, her borrowed pants going away with them.

She’d never done something like this. The thought of a couple of guys right outside her room, sleeping while she touched herself, made her even more aroused.

The men got closer, their arms against the wall behind, their big, muscled bodies trapped her, but that was good. She didn’t want to go anywhere else

Lucian kissed her, and she raised her hand, pretending to push him away, but Crow grabbed it and pulled her to him. She stood between them, Crow kissing her neck and wrapping her hands behind her back while Lucian explored the upper side of her chest.

Crow’s pulled her back, her ripped shirt opened and slid to her sides. She was exposed. Her breasts out there for them to see, to make theirs.

“No,” she whispered, back in the room.

But she wanted him. Crow placed his cock against her ass, big and hard and she freed one hand and pulled Lucian closer to her.

Both of their cocks grinded against her, front and back.

Pleasure filled her body, her legs trembled. She had to bite her lip to prevent herself from moaning, from giving herself away.

For a second she thought of actually doing it, fuck, how hot would that be? But she wasn’t like that. She wasn’t like that at all.

Now they had their cocks out, big and ready. She wanted to get on her knees and taste them. But they had other plans. Lucian ripped her pants open, he looked at her like a predator looks at its prey, Crow pulled her pants down.

She was on the edge now. It would only be a moment or two before she exploded. Her hand was completely soaked in her juices, moans got stuck in her throat, it was almost like torture.

Crow’s big, hard cock slid between her folds. Not going inside, no sir. Just sliding towards the front of her slit. The heat of his big package sent shivers all over her body.

She looked down and saw Lucian’s. She shivered. He was grinning, always so sure of himself. Right between her thighs, she could see Crow’s huge cock slide out to her front every time he pushed forward.

Lucian put his cock between her legs, and her juices drenched it immediately.

She could almost feel both cocks sliding on her pussy, hotter than anything she’d ever felt. At first she thought Crow would back away, but he didn’t. They didn’t care. She was their prey.

Both cocks touched —no, not just touched… grinded— against one another, every inch of their sex fused in an orgy of pleasure.

A lightning bolt exploded inside her and she couldn’t think. It was violent and sudden and made her yell with delight.

She turned around to cover her mouth with a pillow but her orgasm kept on going like a tsunami crashing against a virgin beach.

She could barely muffle her yell, her body stiff as a rock, tears gathering in her eyes. It had been that good.

Seconds —or minutes— later, her muscles began to relax, and she was more tired than she’d ever been.

Her heart drummed inside her chest, threatening to burst out, but calmed down with every breath.

She was spent.

She never had this fantasy before. She didn’t know whether to feel embarrassed or not, but it didn’t matter, she was asleep before she could decide.