Kara
Goddamn. Chase is like really fucking good at holding his breath.
“Is he—oh my god, fuck, yes—is he okay down there?”
I feel Eric shrug from behind me as he teases my nipples between his fingers.
“If you’re worried about him, come faster,” Eric suggests as my breathing becomes even more labored.
“I’m not going to have a choice here in a second,” I gasp.
I’m spread wide open, my sopping wet cunt ripe for the taking. I’m reclining against Eric’s hard, chiseled body in the claw foot tub as my hands slip around, fumbling to hold onto the sides. I’m gripping on for dear life under the intensity of the amazing sensations Chase is creating between my legs right now.
Finally, Chase comes up for air, his eyes gleaming as water drips from his gorgeous face.
I fucking swoon over both of their naked bodies. They’re totally gorgeous, carved with muscles that would rival a Greek god’s.
“Sorry,” Chase gasps. “Had to breathe.”
“You were down there for like, ten minutes, babe,” I say, a little concerned.
“Yeah,” Chase says, running his fingers through his hair. “Well…get ready for ten more.”
We’ve been in the tub for ages it seems, and we’ve talked about everything under the sun.
I know so much more about my men now—although, I can never really learn enough.
Chase was a scrawny kid growing up, or so he says. I can’t fucking imagine it. He spent a lot of time outside on the streets, trying to fend for himself.
The only way he could protect himself and his younger sister was by becoming stronger than anyone who might try to hurt them. So he worked hard, played street sports, and ate a fuckload of ramen until he beefed up.
It was only then that he could stand up to his wife-beating stepfather and send him packing for good. Chase only says that he took care of the guy. I’m not sure that I want any more details than that…for, like, legal reasons.
Eric, on the other hand, was on the opposite end of the spectrum. Growing up, he went to a preppy private school and had loads of friends. He was pretty popular—which, with his looks, I can imagine.
There was apparently an overweight female classmate who kept getting picked on by his hoard of buddies. Eric refused to join in, which pissed off his preppy friends.
One night, while he was in bed, he imagined the girl was probably in her own bed somewhere nearby, crying herself to sleep.
The next day at school, when his pals were in the lunchroom making fun of her for simply sitting there and eating a salad, Eric snapped, threw a punch, and got the snot beaten out of them.
His friends were furious that Eric would defy them like that, so they kicked him, punched him, and sent him crashing to the ground. He couldn’t open his left eye for a week because it had been so swollen from where they’d repeatedly punched him.
That was at the end of the school year.
But nothing gets between Eric and something that he wants. He spent that entire summer working out and bench pressing, lifting weights―until after summer vacation, everyone’s jaws dropped when they saw how burly and muscular Eric had become.
Unsurprisingly, the bullying stopped after that—though he didn’t exactly say how.
Somehow, knowing where they come from only makes our relationship make even more sense. They’re the kind of guys who like having something to protect—and my clumsy, self-destructive ass is pretty good at needing protection.
It’s not just that, though. Eric and Chase didn’t just look out for me when I was weak—they helped me grow and better myself until I became strong.
Back to the gorgeous things Chase is doing to my pussy with his tongue, though—there’s another strength building inside me right now, and it’s just begging to be unleashed.
“Oh, my god,” I gasp, and then I cry out.
I scream, wailing with ecstasy as Eric holds my trembling, shaking body in place with his thick, strong arms.
I lay there against his chest, totally fucking spent, as Chase comes back up for air, wildly grinning with the satisfaction of a job well done.
I chuckle and tousle his wet hair, but that’s all the energy I can expend for the moment as I lay there panting and gasping for air.
“I fucking love when you moan like that,” Eric whispers into my ear, making goosebumps rise on my exposed skin.
“You guys are amazing…incredible fucking lovers.” I reach up to kiss them both, one at a time.
Chase’s lips taste creamy and are sticky, slippery with my cum. It’s still dripping off his mouth, making him glisten and glow.
In the aftermath of my climax, I just want to lay here with them forever in the peaceful serenity of the moment.
When we finally emerge from the bath a few minutes later, Chase grabs my hand and helps pull me from the tub and wraps a soft cotton white towel around my body, rubbing me all over to pat me dry.
Then Eric takes a turn, massaging lavender scented lotion onto my skin, opening up my pores and making me feel feminine and soft as silk from my head down to my toes.
I caress my own arm, marveling at how good it feels after the massage. “Thank you,” I whisper and plant a kiss on his cheek.
He grins with eager pleasure at the kiss and the compliment, and we all file back to the bed, where we collapse on top of each other―then I scoot to the middle so that the guys won’t fight over me.
Even now that I’m as fit and thin as I’ve ever been, there’s plenty of me to go around. I never want either one of them to feel left out—because I definitely have room in my heart for both.
It feels good. Fuck, this feels important. Like everything in my life has come together all at once.
“I wish I would have met you guys two years ago,” I say with a little laugh. “I would have fucking adored feeling loved like this back then, you know? The only problem is, you wouldn’t have gone for me back then.”
Eric and Chase give each other a glance and then stare at me, moving in closer.
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Chase says.
“I’ve thought about it from the start, Kara,” Eric adds. “It’s not just about looks with you—we just hit the jackpot in that regard. We love you for more than just your body…” He runs his hand up my thigh, cupping my hip with his finger. “Although, we do love your body a whole fucking lot.”
I heave a sigh. “I’ve never felt loved like this before.”
“I can’t imagine why not,” Eric strokes my hair. “You’re a fucking catch.”
“You guys already know I grew up with a single mother,” I begin.
“Right,” Chase nods in confirmation.
“She was beautiful…” I trail off nostalgically, remembering the curls of her hair and the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled. “So beautiful that she was always trotting off to modeling shoots and leaving me behind.”
Okay, so I’m a little bitter about it still—but that’s not why I’m telling them this story.
“I basically used food as my only form of comfort,” I admit for the first time in my life…out loud…to anyone.
“Eating made me feel better when I was lonely or nervous, wondering if my mom was ever going to come back.”
“A lot of people do that, Kara,” Chase tells me. “You aren’t alone.”
“You’ll never be alone again,” Eric says and rubs my back, sending shivers of pleasure over my skin.
“Yeah, it’s a great thing I have you two to fall back on instead of food,” I joke. “I’ll take orgasms over a cheeseburger any day.”
“We’ll give you all the attention you crave,” Chase says with lust in his eyes. He strokes my thigh, and I can tell he’s getting hard again.
“I guess I’m just needier than most women,” I laugh. “Sexually, emotionally—the whole nine yards.”
“You’re perfect,” Eric says. “You have a huge heart, with twice as much love to give.”
“That’s why you have two of us,” Chase agrees. “You’re never going to feel too needy ever again. Not in your fucking life, babe.”
I squeezed their hands, nestled in between them.
Maybe they’re right.
Maybe fate really is on our side.
With the pageant coming up in just a few days…only time will tell.