Sharing Hannah

ast drop of him into my belly, which felt warm and fuzzy and now filled with something other than butterflies.

I barely noticed that Adam had stopped screwing me. He had me pulled tightly against him, pinning my soft ass against his hard, sculpted stomach. He’d kept me impaled on his rock-hard manhood the whole time, while watching everything I’d just done to his friend.

“That was fucking crazy,” he breathed when we were finished, and my mouth was my own again. I sucked in a long, wonderful breath. Wiped one forearm across my swollen, glistening lips. “Totally, ridiculously hot,” Adam added.

Dante looked broken and defeated, sprawled backwards against the cushions of my couch. But he also looked happier than any man I’d ever seen in my life.

It made me feel incredible. Accomplished. Even smugly superior. These and a thousand more emotions raced through my mind, as I smiled back at Adam over my shoulder.

“Who told you to stop?” I smirked, rolling my hips in his direction.

Twenty-Three

BROOKE

It was insane, fucking them both. Having them carry me into my bedroom, only to screw me over and over again until I was a spent, shuddering mess.

I could remember Adam pulling me onto him. Giving me free rein to ride him as hard and fast as I wanted, while staring up at me with that trademark gorgeous grin. I grabbed his hands, showing him how to squeeze my tits as I came. Screwing my eyes shut and exploding so hard on his beautiful cock, there was a good chance — for a few seconds at least — I might’ve actually blacked out.

Dante recovered quickly afterward, and went at me with an all new vengeance. He threw my legs high up over his shoulders, before pushing his way inside me. I nearly cried as he dug me out, impaling me without mercy. Pile-driving me with such savage intensity, that beads of sweat started dripping down from the tip of his nose.

But they were tears of joy. Tears of the purest fulfillment and satisfaction. No matter how hard they went at me, I still couldn’t get enough. Not even when a violent climax left my entire body visibly shaking, for minutes afterward.

At one point Adam held my ankles back — a seemingly innocent little act I found strangely twisted and hot — so his friend could plow me even deeper. In that moment I never felt more owned. More totally possessed and desired and taken care of, by not just one but two ridiculously hot guys.

They dominated me all night. Dominated my bed. It finally ended sometime in the wee hours of the morning, with both of them roaring through another simultaneous orgasm. I was letting them shoot in me… on me… wherever they wanted. Taking their final pleasures after having given me so many of my own, before all collapsing together in a twisted heap of arms and legs and hard, beautiful muscle.

It took me only a few seconds after that to pass right the hell out.

I slept the sleep of the dead that night. A dark, dreamless oblivion that had me waking wholly rested and totally alone.

Huh?

I rolled over. Both of my lovers were gone. They’d left somewhere in the middle of the night, after covering me with blankets I distinctly remembered strewing to the floor.

Mmmmmm…

Other fond memories floated back too — a long, heated sequence of last night’s events. Adam, screwing me slowly after my second orgasm. Kissing every inch of my body in the warm, safe darkness. And I could remember Dante, too. Piecing me. Drilling me. Fucking me so hard while pinned up against my headboard, the impact of our bodies was chipping away holes in the drywall.

I stretched out like a cat, reaching up with both arms. Tiny pieces of sheetrock still littered the top of my bed. I’d have to get it fixed. My apartment complex was cool for the most part, but the last thing I wanted was to lose my security deposit over a little sex-induced damage.

The shower I took was baptismal. I stayed in ten minutes longer than normal, letting the hot, soapy water stream away the more physical aspects of last night. The mental parts however… well, I was busy tucking them away.

I gathered up my discarded pieces of lingerie and stripped the bed, vowing to stop at the basement laundry after work. Then I got dressed, put on a little makeup, and stood back to take stock of myself in the mirror.

I looked like my normal, happy self. At a glance, nobody would’ve ever suspected that I’d spent the night playing the part of a complete and total slut. Being passed happily back and forth, between two strapping, beautiful boyfriends.

Boyfriends, huh?

Yeah, I’d said it. And no, I didn’t regret it either.

What exactly are you doing Brooke?

I honestly didn’t know. But what I did know, was that I had a good half hour before I needed to leave for work. Which was just enough time…

Breaking out my notebook, I started writing everything down. I began with the guys, and all they’d told me about themselves. Their background information, their education, their ideals. Where they’d come from, and how they got to where they were.

Eventually I launched into the more interesting stuff; everything I should expect out of a relationship with all three of them.