Due Date

And what was not to like about being with a girl broadminded enough to join in a three-way? This was a fucking dream come true. I mean, I didn’t want the limits of my sex life to be missionary, under the bedcovers, and in the dark. I wanted to try it all ways and often. So it was fucking amazeballs that dear Gracy was not just an angel on the streets but a potential slut on top of the sheets.

Dream come true.

I teased the girl relentlessly, seeing how far I could take things before she begged for more. And I wondered how many ways we could make her come.

In fact, perhaps just more of the same, gentle teasing and licking, might just get her there. And I wanted to see it.

Sitting up for a moment, I watched my brother holding her.

“You’re so beautiful like this.”

I wanted to watch her, feel her, and hear her come with the slightest touch taking her apart. Was one finger enough? Because the way she bucked her hips when I pushed just a single digit into her tight channel made me think she was close and it wouldn’t take much more.

Not one ounce of jealousy existed in the room between Ryan and me. I looked at the two of them; he looked just like me. And the two of us together could do so much more to dearest Gray than just one of us alone. So many sexy, dirty things. I kept that thought to myself. Like a lot of the filth that went through my mind, it didn’t all need to be said aloud.

Like the thoughts I was having right then about doing every possible sex act with this woman, as well as marrying her and fathering her children.

Fuck it, I was not going to say any of that shit. I needed to give her all of my attention there and then, and not plan our future.

“Hey, Gray. I can see you like this, but do you want more fingers in you?” She fucked my index finger while my thumb slipped nicely along her wet slit. I’d say her desires were pretty obvious, but I wanted to hear her say it.

“Yes, more, please.”

Ha, a nice hint of desperation underscored her tone. I wasn’t the only one feeling desperate to get on and fuck. I held back to make it good for her. Well, to make it great for all of us, but my cock-brain felt most deprived. My left hand was not what it wanted to settle for.

As I slipped in a second finger into her tight hot space, I said, “I got condoms here, Gray. And I’d love to watch Ryan fuck you.”

Shit.

I didn’t know why I said that. I didn’t want to wait. If there was fucking to be done—if she said yes—to hell with watching.

And yet, as I said it, a shiver went up my spine. Watching my brother—who looked so much like me—fuck the woman I loved... Well, it sounded hot as hell. And let’s not forget, I loved Ryan as much as I loved myself.

“Yes!” she called. And I never did find out whether that was in response to the fucking suggestion or the fact that she was about to come. Her hot space got hotter, tighter, and wetter all at the same time, so I slipped in a third finger and thrust at the rhythm she set. It wasn’t exactly rhythmic, but more frantic.

Her orgasm was powerful on my fingers, forcing them out, sucking them in again, and clamping down on them tightly. I very almost lost my fucking load, but I had a job to do, so I got my mouth on her clit and sucked like my life depended on it until she relaxed a little.

I knew girls didn’t crash and need a recovery period like us dudes.

After orgasm number one, there’d be no better time to get right back on that horse.

“Ryan, sheath up. It’s your turn to take our lady to the next level of ecstasy,” I said. “I’ll get you a condom.”

CHAPTER SIX

GRACE MILLER

I never expected to have sex tonight.

Sam got up and rummaged about for something. I knew damn well what. He’d just said he was getting a condom, and he expected his brother to have sex with me as if it were inevitable where all this was going.

I knew it was.

But how had the evening turned into this?

Was this the time to tell them I was still a virgin?

Should I pull the stop cord and jump off this ride?

All of these thoughts flashed through my mind in the few seconds it took for Sam to get his prophylactic supply.

Losing my virginity like this, however, was something I’d dreamed of, to be with one of the hottest guys in school and someone I felt safe with. Someone I trusted.