I opened the messages but didn’t reply. It was incredibly frustrating that they only mentioned me as an afterthought, and they weren’t in the least bit concerned that something bad could’ve happened to me. It would have been one thing if they had told me they were leaving and asked me if I wanted to come along, but they didn’t. They just left, prioritizing their drunken fun and one-night stands over me. Whatever. I locked my phone and headed into the living room with my water in hand.
Damien and Alex were already on the couch, chatting while waiting for me. Apparently there was only one couch in the living room that had a decent view of the TV, and there was one spot left on it: The spot right in between them. There was an armchair across the room that sat at a weird angle in relation to the TV, and I probably wouldn’t even be able to see if I sat there. I raised my eyebrows at them but said nothing and sat down.
I awkwardly tried to avoid touching either of them as I sat. “Can you put this on the side table over there?” I asked Damien, handing my cup to him after taking a long swig.
“Sure thing.” The muscles in his arm flexed under the dark tattoos splayed across his skin. “Ready for the movie?”
“Yep.” I crossed my legs and leaned back into the soft cushion. Damien pressed play, and Alex switched off the lamp next to him. We sat quietly, watching the movie even though all of us had seen it at least once before. I tried to focus, but the warm presence of Damien and Alex on either side of me made it difficult. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Damien’s broad chest rising and falling steadily while Alex sat still and silent, his dark eyes trained on the TV. I tried, and failed, not to peek down at those gray sweatpants (or rather, what was underneath). His words from earlier replayed in my mind. I’d love to know if you still want my cock that bad. It was a bold thing to say, but from him, it seemed like an enticing challenge.
My eyelids felt heavy, despite the fact that I had slept most of the afternoon, and if I was being honest, I now wanted to watch the movie that was playing in my mind rather than the one on the screen. I was still on edge, painfully aware that I was between two incredibly attractive men. The tension was palpable, but maybe only to me. Feeling brave, I slowly leaned over and rested my head on Damien’s shoulder. For a moment, I had debated which of them I should lay on, but Damien seemed more open and friendly, while Alex had this dark, intimidating aura about him. After what Alex had said earlier, I felt slightly intimidated; It had been a long time since I had been with a man in that way, and he radiated confidence. The last thing I needed was to embarrass myself with someone like him.
Damien slipped his arm around my shoulders without hesitation. I felt concerned for a brief second that I was snuggling with this man I had met less than 24 hours ago, but that feeling of concern quickly passed. Hell, women my age do much more with men they meet in much less time. And they probably had fun every week instead of holing themselves up alone like I did.
There was nothing wrong with this. I had always been so guarded, but tonight, I would let myself have some fun. For once in my life, I would choose to be a little reckless, even if it only went as far as cuddling with a stranger.
As the movie played on, I kept my eyes on the screen, but I could feel Damien’s gaze flit over to me every few minutes. Again, I tried to focus on the movie, and, again, I only half succeeded. Damien’s body was hard and hot against mine, and I found myself beginning to wonder how his muscles would feel moving slowly, steadily against other parts of me. My thighs clenched together at the thought.
Embarrassment hit again, but I reminded myself that this was a perfectly normal feeling. I didn’t need to make myself fit whatever weird image of moral superiority that people had tried to ingrain in me so long ago. I would not feel guilty for giving in to my wants and needs. Fuck it, I thought, let’s take this one step further. If I was going to be somewhat reckless, I may as well make the most of it while I still felt this way.
“I’m sleepy,” I muttered, giving myself an excuse to slide down and lay my head on Damien’s thigh. His hand moved to the back of my head, and I was surprised at how gently his large fingers brushed through my hair. I unintentionally let out a contented moan. There was no better feeling than someone playing with my hair.
After a few minutes, he leaned down and whispered, “Does that make you feel good?” His breath was warm against my neck and his soft scratches as he ran his fingers through my hair gave me goosebumps.
“Mmm,” I replied. “I could fall asleep like this.”
“Well, we don’t want that happening,” he teased, pulling my hair lightly. “You’ve been here for almost a full 24 hours now, and I’ve only been able to spend a couple hours of that time with you.”
“I didn’t realize you would want to spend more time with me.” I smiled and closed my eyes, relishing his touch, but I couldn’t ignore the twitching I was feeling that was between his legs and directly under my head. I clenched inwardly, already feeling the slickness between my thighs.
“I’m beginning to realize that, at least so far, I very much enjoy spending time with you,” Damien said. "Plus, there was about an hour of time last night that I got to know you. You just don’t remember it.” He looked as if he was holding back a laugh.
I ignored his second comment, still embarrassed by my drunken ramblings from the night before, and turned over onto my back, staring up at his deviously handsome face and raising my eyebrows dramatically. “It seems like you’re enjoying your time with me a little too much,” I joked. “Either that, or you’re having some unforeseen . . . issues.”
“It’s not an issue unless we make it an issue,” he taunted. “Plus, it’s nothing that can’t be taken care of.” His eyes burned with the challenge, and the twitching I had felt was now a hard bulge that was impossible to ignore.
I shrugged nonchalantly then wiggled my body slightly, making sure that my head moved along with it and rubbed against his cock. I’d admit, I loved to be a tease in the right situation, and this moment definitely felt like the right situation. “Sorry, gotta adjust a little,” I taunted, returning his challenging stare. “Just getting a little more comfortable with your issues.”
With one quick motion, he wrapped one hand over my throat. Holy shit. “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he growled as his fingers dug lightly into the sides of my neck.
I nodded slightly, speechless, my jaw hanging open at this rapid escalation. After a moment, though, I felt inclined to point out the glaringly obvious. “Umm . . . Alex is right there,” I whispered. I couldn’t believe he would pull a move like that with his best friend directly next to us.
Damien just laughed darkly. “And I bet he’s really enjoying watching you squirm. He’ll probably even join us if you ask him nicely.” Alex shifted in his seat, but I couldn’t angle my head up enough to see his reaction.
An image flashed across my mind of the both of them teasing me, using me, fucking me, and I shivered as my inner muscles clenched. Somehow, I had gone from feeling guilty about fantasizing about these strangers to wanting them both to fuck me in the span of an hour. Damien’s hand tightened around my neck as his other hand slowly slid across my thigh then up the large t-shirt I had borrowed from him earlier. I glanced down, seeing his rough hand covering almost the full length of my abdomen. Alex, who had come closer, was intently watching each of our movements. Damien pushed back down on my neck so that all I could see was his shadowed face above me, the flash of the TV screen illuminating his dark beard, long hair, and deep brown eyes as his hungry gaze slid over my body.
His hand trailed up to my breast agonizingly slowly before grazing across it and sliding behind my back. He unhooked my bra, then pulled it and my shirt off over my head, letting go of my neck. In one quick motion, he threw it to the floor and grabbed my breasts in his hand, pinching my nipples and rolling them between his fingers.
I inhaled sharply, closing my eyes and involuntarily bucking my hips at the pleasure. Heat pooled between my legs as Damien’s fingers worked over my chest and sent shooting sensations of need straight down my body.
“You like that, don’t you, baby? So responsive,” he purred. Then, looking to the side, he said, “Hey, Alex. I think she needs a little more attention.”
I glanced up to see Alex flash a wicked smile. What was I getting myself into? Both of them? I had just fantasized about it moments ago, but there’s no way in hell this was actually happening in real life. It felt like the start of a far-fetched porno.
As Damien continued to pinch, roll, and flick my nipples between his fingers, Alex propped himself up on his arms so that his body was directly over mine, his features sharp, elegant, and destructively beautiful above me, illuminated by the flashing blue light of the TV. The look he gave me was absolutely feral. Adrenaline and fear coursed through my body as I anxiously awaited whatever was about to happen.
Slowly, Alex lowered his head to mine, holding eye contact with that disconcerting smile. He brought his mouth to my ear, his smoky voice low. “There’s no going back now.” I nodded slightly, afraid yet exhilarated. My body was burning with need, desperate for his touch. Alex bit the side of my neck, a brief, sharp pain, and slowly slid his body down to where he had been before, at my feet, as he pulled off his t-shirt.
Without warning, he grabbed the elastic waistband of the too-large pants around my hips and pulled them off of me. I crossed my legs, embarrassed that I hadn’t put on underwear after my shower earlier. Damien groaned behind me at the sight, his cock now fully hard and pressing into the back of my neck.
I had decided less than two hours ago that I would allow myself to let go of my inhibitions for the night, and now I was half-naked between two ridiculously hot men. I couldn’t decide if I was lucky, insane, or both. Probably insane.
Alex tsked at me crossing my legs and slid his hands up right above each of my knees, then forced them open. I tensed, nervous at being the center of attention after spending so many years hiding myself. Both of the men’s eyes were locked on me, my breathing heavy and my body bare. Alex’s hands caressed the insides of my thighs, coming so close touching me where I so desperately needed him to, then sliding back down, teasing me. I arched my hips up, dying for him to relieve this tension that was already building up inside of me.