Sharing Hannah

All those things would come to me, I knew. They always did.

Now if only I could focus…

Twenty-Six

BROOKE

The next week was the busiest of my entire life. A whirlwind of writing and re-writing. A maelstrom of dating and brainstorming and jotting things down, and of course, dripping hot sex.

I went out. I stayed in. I went to bed alone some nights, with company on others. I woke up in a different place each night; Trey’s bed, mine, Adam and Dante’s apartment. They took me out together and alone, the three of them. One-on-one dates that turned into trios or even foursomes, as the others finished their day and joined in on whatever we were doing.

I spent most of the weekend writing and outlining, but there were times when I needed a break. Trey showed up to take me to dinner… and then back to his place to break in his new bed. Adam showed up on Sunday morning, eager to spackle my wall. I rewarded him with the blowjob of his life, then took him to breakfast at the best — and greasiest — diner in town.

The best part was just letting myself go. Immersing myself in the multi-partner lifestyle. Only it didn’t seem like a ‘lifestyle’ to me. It seemed like the most normal relationship in the world, filled with love and lust and butterflies and jitters. The same butterflies of anticipation and over-the-moon swooning of any budding romance still in its honeymoon phase.

Only it was with three

people instead of one. Three very unique people with their own likes and dislikes. Each with his own personality, sense of humor, wit, charm, and smile.

And yes, each with his own distinct physical style. Especially when it came to the bedroom…

Adam loved kissing. Absolutely loved it, to the point where we’d spend hours on end just laying in bed doing nothing but that. By the time we finally progressed further, I was always soaking wet. Whatever panties I wore were drenched straight through, from all the slow sensuality that came with being so close, so intimate with him.

Dante’s thing seemed to be going down on me, and believe me, I was more than fine with that. If he wasn’t diving between my legs to taste me we were generally locked in a hot sixty-nine; teasing and pleasing each other until our bodies trembled with violent, mutual orgasms.

Trey loved a little of both, but our lovemaking sessions seemed to be the fiercest of all. No matter how they began they always ended the same way; with him behind me, screwing me hard and fast. He loved pulling back on my hair, or my arms… or my all-time favorite, slamming into me while clamping one hand down over my mouth to keep me quiet.

Over a period of ten days I went on a half-dozen dates, and stayed in some nights only to receive a low knock at my door. The guys couldn’t get enough of me. One or more of them would show up at all hours, either to climb into bed and snuggle with me… or even better, to do far, far more.

I realized how much I loved it one particular night, at Adam’s place. He’d just finished inside me, after a particularly long bout of kissing and touching and slow, sensual grinding. The sound of the elevator opening at the other end of the apartment startled me at first… but then Dante walked in, looking incredibly hot in a black collared shirt and green silk tie.

He stripped down, while watching us. First his shoes, then the tie, then his shirt, button by button. By the time he was naked he was already hard, his cock jutting straight out as he took it into his hand. He looked absolutely amazing. His smooth, dusk-skinned body, all sculpted and perfect.

“Warmed her up for you,” joked Adam, rolling away.

“Thanks.”

I was choking on my own excitement as Dante nudged my knees apart. I saw him glance down, between my legs, to where his roommate’s warm come was already seeping from my pussy. The look of hunger in his eyes was beyond powerful. I could sense an intense, fiery heat beneath those beautiful brown irises… right before he threw my quivering thighs over his shoulders and shoved himself home, drilling straight up inside me.

It was all so wicked… but also so right. Dante fucked me to another screaming orgasm, while his friend and roommate stood casually at the other end of their studio apartment, cooking us all a delicious dinner.

“When you guys are finished,” he said, tasting something from a wooden spoon, “dinner is ready.”

Adam chuckled, but he was also watching. Looking over his shoulder as he strained the pasta and poured the wine… watching as his friend and I finished our lovemaking with a pair of spectacular, near-simultaneous orgasms. We cleaned up quickly and quietly. Wandered over to sit down at a fully-set table, totally sated but still breathless.

Maybe you were made for this?

I laughed, inwardly. It wasn’t the first time the thought had crossed my mind. Without a doubt, I’d adjusted to the situation better than I could’ve ever imagined. I’d taken to dating three beautiful men like a fish to water, swimming happily alongside them on our journey to wherever this was ultimately going.

And where exactly is it going, Brooke? The article’s almost due. It’s almost over.

More and more, that part put a knot in my stomach. I’d given Chloe a partial draft on Wednesday, a day later than she’d wanted. I’d missed the deadline on purpose, just to keep things honest between us. To rile her up a bit, but also to make her realize I was still in full control, creative and otherwise.

Even so, I was a tiny bit nervous. I was confident that what I’d given her was some of my best work, but I was concerned the “Hannah” angle might not be the direction she originally wanted.

I shouldn’t have worried. She absolutely loved it.

That was a huge relief of course, but it also piled on even more pressure. Chloe was expecting fireworks and magic. An article that would blow Cosmo’s doors off, and secure us a recurring guest spot somewhere in their magazine. Now more than ever, the article had to be good. It couldn’t be something I threw together last minute, or the product of a sex-addled, sleep-deprived mind.