“Are you ready for it, honey?” he asks.
“Ready for what?” I ask, still panting. “Didn’t we just finish?”
But then, Chris and Chase both withdraw from my body, pulling out with long strokes. I squeak as huge gushes of liquid drip from my ravaged holes because it’s so wrong and disgusting, but the men don’t hesitate at all. Instead, they drop to their knees in front and in back of me before nudging my thighs apart and diving in.
“It tastes good,” groans Chase, licking tenderly at my pulsing nub. “Sweet and spicy.”
“And salty,” adds Chris as he gently pushes his tongue into my sensitive darkness. “But it’s all you, Patty, and I love it.”
With that, I giggle because I know everything’s going to be alright. Our threesome is already off to an incredible, explosive start, and with these powerful alpha males by my side, I know it can only get better.
6
Chase
* * *
Patty, Chris, and I are going on our first date as a trio, and it’s going to be a good time for sure. Of course, I see a lot of my friends now. Ever since our rendezvous a week ago, things took off at sixty miles an hour. Each night, I’ve gone to their apartment for dinner and then after filling our bellies, the shenanigans start. But Patty’s been good about handling two men, and to be honest, I’m surprised she can even walk right now. A lesser woman would be limping and grimacing with pain, but not our girl.
After all, she’s sensuous, giving, and has definitely adjusted well to the menage lifestyle. But we don’t want to only be about bedroom activities, and so today, we’re going on a picnic. Patty, with her usual enthusiasm, has prepared a picnic basket for our outing. She lugs the huge wooden basket into Chris’s Jeep, and then we clamber in for a nice drive.
“It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?” she laughs while dangling her fingers in the breeze. “Don’t you guys love spending time together?”
Chris and I exchange a look.
“Well, we have been seeing a lot of each other,” my friend begins, but Patty merely giggles and admonishes him.
“Yeah, but we haven’t gotten a chance to talk,” she pouts. “This way, we’ll have a chance to make conversation. Won’t that be nice?”
I have to say that the pretty girl has a point because she doesn’t get to speak much when we’re in bed together. Instead, her mouth is often plugged full with either her boyfriend’s hot rod or mine, so mostly she just lets out grunting noises.
But it’s fine. I know Patty loves it, and so do we. The drive is smooth and the weather beautiful, and after about an hour, we arrive at the Mystic Glades National Forest. It’s far enough from Prescott so we won’t be recognized, but still an amazing hiking spot.
After the car stops, Patty hops out and stretches her arms over her head. She’s wearing one of my Royal Blood t-shirts and a pair of shorts that hug her ass in the best way. I sneak a kiss to her temple, and she squeaks in surprise and delight. Meanwhile, Chris comes up to her other side and does the same thing, his lips lingering on her hair. She squeaks again and we all laugh.
“Stop teasing me,” she mock-scolds, pulling the picnic basket out of the car. “I can’t defend myself against both of you.”
“That’s the idea, gorgeous,” I growl. “It’s what you signed up for too.”
She giggles again as Chris takes the basket from her and the three of us start up the trail. It’s a perfect day for this little adventure because there’s not a cloud in the sky, and the weather’s pleasant. To be honest, this is my first time at Mystic Glades, and I’m already surprised to see how alive it is here. The grass is literally the green of emeralds, and there are trees everywhere you look. Across the glade, a young couple plays with their puppy and young son, the dog cavorting with glee as the child laughs. Everyone looks happy and carefree.
Meanwhile, we walk in companionable silence. I let my mind drift aimlessly and it feels good because being a personal trainer can be a stressful job. Everyone thinks that guys who become personal trainers are lugheads with no brains, but that’s not true at all. In fact, it takes a lot of people-skills, not to mention emotional empathy. My job’s not just about lifting weights while letting out loud grunts.
But then, a set of hidden sprinklers go off, and a rush of cold water hits us. Patty screams in shock and excitement.
“What the fuck?” I growl. “What forest has sprinklers?”
“Well dude, we’re not quite at the forest part yet,” Chris says wryly, stepping back from the spray. “That section starts over there,” he says, pointing to a bank of trees. Meanwhile, Patty got doused in the face, but now she’s wiggling and dancing around. She lets go of our hands and runs through the water, her arms waving like a child gone crazy.