Chapter Twenty Five
Scherri
I run headlong up to the bathroom before Mom gets the satisfaction of seeing her words reduce me to a blubbering mess. The door is locked but it immediately flies open and I come face to face with Jacket.
That is, I half crash into him in my blind hurry to lock myself away from my pain. Without a word he wraps me into his arms and lets me rest there, coddled against his chest. Not as strapping as Stick's I notice, more wiry but still solidly built.
“Are you okay, Doll?”
I nod and bite down on my lip, not wanting to start up the waterworks again.
Stick soon appears at the top of the stairs and joins us in the bathroom doorway.
“Let me take her.”
He pulls me possessively into his arms and I rest against his big chest, my favorite place in the whole world. I reach out one hand to Jacket. He threads fingers through mine and stands looking down on me so that heat pitches at my thighs, despite my misery.
“I guess I'll take off,” he says. “Leave you guys to your family time.”
“Why?”
I don't want to let him go just yet. Not yet. I can't take another person leaving right now. I crave the comfort of two ripped guys protecting me on either side.
“Not tonight,” Stick tells him, commanding. His voice is filled with meaning. “We can make her feel better.”
My heart leaps at that and I know it's wrong, so wrong but I don't care. I want to feel good. I want to lose myself in two men that blanket me with adoration so I can stop feeling hopeless about loss that cannot be changed.
“Do you want that, Babe?” Jacket runs his fingertip down my cheek so tenderly the tears prick my eyes again.
I nod minutely, my other cheek resting across Stick's hard pec.
Above me, over the top of my head, I feel the two men exchange intense glances. They know what they want and what they want from me. They know what this means to them too.
Stick pulls me gently back through the bathroom door and his mouth comes down on mine. His tongue entwines firmly but with the same tenderness Jacket gave me. They're both letting me know this is all about me. They're completely dedicated to my pleasure. My heart is already bouncing along faster than is possible, with breath to match.
Jacket follows us in and locks the door. Then his hands slide around my hips from behind to undo my jeans. He peels them along with my underwear, down my thighs and kneels at my feet to pull me out of them. I feel his hot breath falling into my crack, making my pussy fill with pulsations of eagerness.
Stick's hand slides across my stomach into my wetness and strokes across my clit, his middle finger swirling into my pussy mouth where he meets one of Jacket's. I shudder with delight at the two sets of fingers plundering my pussy, knowing this is just the beginning. Jacket's thumb pads pull my crevasse open and his tongue connects with Stick's finger before scooping up my prodigious juice and dragging it all the way back along my seam, sending particles of white light flying through me.
He circles his pointed tongue around my tight rear hole, pushing and probing at the puckered entrance. I moan into Stick's mouth, the yearning pressure pushing at my skin lining.
“I think she's ready for us.” Jacket looks up and Stick breaks his tantalizing exploration of my mouth.
“Against the basin,” he tells Jacket, more of a command.
Jacket immediately complies, unbuttoning his low slung denim and allowing it to drop to the floor where he kicks out. He's commando as usual and his perfect prick is already pointing straight up like a rocket. He fists it and strokes the length while reaching out his other hand to me. Stick leads me to him and turns me around so my back is to Jacket and I tremble.
Oh god, can I do this?
It's so filthy on so many levels.
Some little voice, I know who it belongs to, berates me in the back of my head. I silence it and surrender to the feel of Jacket's rounded head nudging between my ass cheeks. His hands cup my round flesh to pull it apart and he pushes a little harder. My eyes are imprisoned in Stick's hooded green ones. I sense how he likes watching me with his old army bud. How he loves being in charge of my double pleasure.
Stick's fingers hook under the hem of my tee and pull it up slowly. He reaches the underside of my breasts and stops as I hitch, then hold my breath. Jacket's cock is an inch into my ass and impeded at the tight ring. We're both panting with the compression that only increases the mounting excitement. Stick pinches my solid protruding nipples through the cotton. Then as Jacket's hand wraps around my hip to stroke my clit, I gasp with the explosion of pleasure searing through my core.
“Oh god,” I pant out. “Ohmigod, that's good.”
Having Stick's eyes burn into me as Jacket pushes deeper inside my ass, one hand stroking my engorged clit while the other squeezes my breast is sending us both delirious with filthy need. With a twist of his hips, Jacket bursts through my inner obstruction and is all the way inside, burying his prick up to the hilt.
I squeak with the shock of being filled the wrong way, the strange pain that morphs into ridiculous ecstasy. Then I start to rotate my hips on Jacket's dick, loving his length rubbing inside my forbidden tunnel. I need his fingers inside my pussy.
“Open your legs,” Stick gruffs out, his voice scratchy with lust.
I do what he says and allow him to gaze on his friend strumming my hard triangle. Stick lowers himself like he's in adulation at my feet and I squeal as his face comes down over Jacket's hand and buries into my pussy mouth.
Jacket is leaving my pussy totally for Stick. I'm his to control and do what he wants with. He licks circles around my hole until I quiver. It's so erotic, Stick's mouth lapping at the edge of Jacket's cock and balls, I'm on the edge of losing it. Then his huge hands clamp around the back of my thighs to lift me.
Jacket hitches up so he's sitting on the marble countertop and Stick lowers me, facing him so my eyes are held prisoner in his. Slowly, inch by inch my pussy stretches open while I hold my breath and am impaled on Jacket's gorgeous dick.
Stick steps back to admire his handiwork. Of me sitting on his friend's thighs, mine spread around the outside so my pussy is spread open and another man's prick buried in my ass.
“You're absolutely stunning,” he grits.
I see the massive bulge in his jeans where his utterly perfect cock is pounding to break free. I'm a little scared but still, every cell in my body is hammering to have him inside me. I want two men's cocks inside me at once. And I want it right now.
“I need you,” I moan.
“Are you sure you can take both of us at once?” he asks, his face the image of concern.
“Yes,” I plead, breathless. “I want that. It's all I want. Please, Baby.”
Stick drops his own jeans and steps out of them. He moves toward me and I reach out to take his beautiful hard prick in both hands. But he grabs my wrists and pins them to the countertop.
“You just relax and enjoy,” Jacket rasps into the side of my neck.
“Yeah, let us take care of you,” Stick adds.
He cups my other breast, pushes it up toward his mouth and sucks the nipple hard. meanwhile his other hand directs his rounded head into my pussy mouth.
“Oh god,” I call out, so Jacket's hand comes up to cover my mouth. I immediately bite the side of his finger, lightly and he pushes the fat digit inside where I get to suck on his finger to keep myself silenced, tasting my own pussy juice.
It's all almost too much. I'm about to implode or explode or completely lose my mind from two hands on my breasts and two cocks in my holes. As soon as Stick shoves into my pussy I'm certain I'm going to splinter and come apart at the seams.