Kara
“Oh my god,” I moan, pounding my fist against the table as Chase works my ass over. “Right there—right there! RIGHT FUCKING THERE! YES! YES! YES!”
“You get really into this whole massage thing, huh, babe?” Chase chuckles, rolling my glutes beneath his knuckles and just really getting in there.
Okay, babe, I’ll admit it. It does sound like we’re fucking, but this is honestly just a simple, innocent…sort of naked massage scene. For real!
Although, if I’m being honest, there might be fucking later. Like, you know how things are between me and these guys. One minute, they’re rubbing sensual oils all over my tight, hot, naked bod—the next, they’re inside me.
It’s what I love about this relationship, really. I’m turning into a horny little bitch that Chase and Eric have all for their own pleasure.
And the best thing about dating two guys? At least one of them is almost always down to fuck.
“Protein shake, Kara?” Eric says, jogging down the stairs from the kitchen with a bottle of Protein Plus in one hand and a frosted glass in the other.
“Fancy,” I say. Chase’s hands start working my lower back, and I can already feel all the tension dissolving into thin air. “What flavor is this one?”
Eric holds the bottle in front of my face, and I have to stare at it for a full minute to be sure of what I just read.
“Tropical Man-goo?” I say, dripping with disbelief. “Oh my god—who names these fucking things?”
“We did,” Chase says. “That one was my favorite!”
I giggle as he smacks my ass?and then moan as he digs his fingers into a knot my muscles have formed into just to the side of my spine. It hurts so good—and not just because my boyfriends are the worst product namers of all time.
“It’s like you want women to know that these are full of cum,” I laugh, watching Eric pour the shake into a glass for me.
“I mean, it is right there on the label,” Eric says, shrugging as he hands me my treat.
“Bitches never read the right parts of the label,” Chase adds, shaking his head.
It’s been a month since my big win at Miss Sexy USA, and we’ve been training hard every day since. Even when I’m not working out, I’m practicing my speeches with Eric or getting massages from Chase.
I’ve practically moved into Eric’s Bel Air mansion at this point so we can maximize the amount of time I can put into training…well, and so I can be around for him to fuck any time either of us wants. Chase sleeps over most nights, too, which makes me glad Eric has such a huge fucking bed.
I can’t even count the number of nights since the pageant that I’ve fallen asleep between the two of them. Two warm, muscular beefcakes—one on either side of me. With Chase and Eric around, I’m a proper Kara sandwich—no
t that I mind.
The only thing that I miss a little bit is my apartment with Holly-Anne and Lucy. We video chat all the time, but it’s not quite enough to make me stop missing them. Plus, I’m pretty sure Holly-Anne keeps feeding Lucy pizza—she’s making my cat a little tubster while I’m away, and I know that when this pageant is over, it will be Lucy’s time to go on a diet of her own.
Speaking of dieting—I’ve never eaten better than this in my fucking life. Eric loves cooking healthy fucking food that’s totally to die for. I’m starting to not feel guilty about consuming calories again—which is awesome, because we burn off a whole fuckload during our workouts.
I’ve perfected the blowjob push-up, the anal sex pull-up, deep throat sit-ups, and, of course, squatting on my gorgeous boyfriends’ dicks. It’s just like they promised, too: I’m gaining muscle, but I couldn’t look any less like a man.
Some combination of their protein shakes, these workouts, healthier eating habits, and a lot of sex has my tits looking bigger and perkier than ever. My ass also looks peachier, and my skin looks clearer, my hair shinier. Fuck, I even think my teeth are looking whiter.
It’s a fucking dream come true, and none of it would be possible without these guys.
“I’m a really lucky woman,” I sigh, giving myself over to the pleasure of both their hands smoothing down my back. They’re taking turns laying little kisses down my spine as I relax naked on the massage table.
It feels so fucking good, I never want it to stop.
“We’re lucky men,” Eric counters. “How are your feet feeling?”
“Sore,” I laugh. “Chase and I did that 10k run while you were making dinner. I think I need new jogging shoes or something—these ones make my feet cramp.”
“Your body might just still be getting used to running,” Chase supplies while Eric moves to massage my arches in his big, strong hands. “You weren’t exactly a cardio queen before you met us. I can’t even imagine what you had to do to lose all that weight.”