“Oh, shit.” Dalton moaned and his body went rigid.
Both men looked at Tara. Dalton spread his legs wider and his eyes fluttered half closed as Tara worked her finger inside him.
Dalton’s moan echoed through the room. “I need fucked.”
Cole grabbed condoms from a box they’d stashed beside the chair earlier. He opened the first packet and unrolled the condom down Dalton’s length. He quickly repeated the action over his own hard cock. Tara let her finger slip out and moved down the chair until her hips were on its edge. She grinned at Dalton. “You ready?”
“Oh, hell yes.”
He moved between her slender thighs and ran his hard cock over the wet lips of her twat. The heat of Dalton’s dick surged through Tara and she sighed as he pushed into her. His cock slipped deep inside and jolts of pleasure raced through her. She smiled as Cole kneeled beside her, took her breasts in his hands and squeezed them gently. He found her hard nipples and rolled them between his fingers. Dalton slipped in and out of her, the heat of passion building. Dalton curled down, took one nipple into his mouth and sucked it while Cole worked on the other.
Tara’s gaze met Cole’s and a moment passed between them. Cole pulled away, grabbed the lube from their stash and moved behind Dalton. He ran his muscular hands over Dalton’s back and then pushed him forward until he lay across Tara, still deep inside her, with his ass exposed.
Cole knelt behind him and pressed his face against Dalton’s ass. Tara ran her hands over Dalton as he trembled from Cole’s whipping tongue. Cole took a final lick, moved behind Dalton and squirted lube across his fingers. Cole slid his finger inside Dalton, who lurched forward, sinking deeper inside Tara.
“Ah, fuck!” Dalton rocked between Tara’s slick pussy and Cole’s finger. A few minutes passed when another deep moan slipped from him as Cole worked to get him ready. The thrusts became harder as Dalton thrashed between them. Time slipped past as they enjoyed the intimacy.
Dalton paused as Cole worked himself inside. Tara twisted Dalton’s nipples and kissed him hard. Moments later Cole grunted sharply and Dalton’s face contorted in pain. Tara wrapped her legs around Dalton as he worked his steel-hard cock deep inside her. They moved slowly, until Dalton sighed and relaxed against her.
Cole grabbed Dalton’s shoulders and slowly slipped inside. The seconds became minutes as the trio relished the slow movements. Dalton slid in and out of Tara, building her pleasure toward a second climax. The vibrations traveled through Tara each time Cole slammed into them.
The trio moved in a beautiful erotic choreography. The sighs and gasps from them echoed through the house. Cole reached the pinnacle first and dove to his climax. He buried his cock deep inside Dalton as his body shuddered. His motion triggered Dalton’s orgasm. The two of them locked against each other with expressions of bliss etched on their faces. Cole slowly relaxed, and ran his hands over Dalton’s back.
They eased apart and stood on either side of Tara. She looked from one to the other, and began to laugh. The boy’s shot each other an expression of confusion, then glanced back at Tara. She pointed to the semen filled condom that dangled from each of them. “Go clean up. You haven’t finished your jobs.”
Cole chuckled. “Be right back.”
Cole gripped the bottom of his condom and made his way to the bathroom with Dalton close behind. She stretched as the men cleaned up.
Why do I always let myself end up underneath the two cavemen?
A soft muttering followed by the sounds of the toilet flushing came from the bathroom as Tara lowered her legs to the floor. She motioned them to her, kissing each of them and then slapped the sides of their asses.
“Well? What are you waiting for? Your mistress is waiting to be pleasured.”
They grinned at each other, and started to work. Dalton knelt between her legs and Cole ran his fingers into her hair and gave her a soul-searing kiss. Dalton speared his tongue inside her and Tara moaned as passion flowed from her center.
Cole dropped his hand, caressed one breast and squeezed gently before raking his rough thumb over her swollen nipple. Dalton’s tongue found her clit. He chewed and licked the nub of flesh while he searched for her G-spot with his finger. Soon the combination of tongues, lips and finger carried her toward a blissful finish.
“Oh, god. Harder.”
Her lovers moved in unison and the fire of ecstasy shot from each spot they touched. Euphoria washed over her as her body was overwhelmed. She shuddered and moaned as her orgasm stretched out for many delicious seconds. Her climax rolled through her again and again until she frantically grabbed Dalton’s hands.
“No more!”
Dalton chuckled and traced his finger along the outside of her thigh and then leaned in and kissed her knee. Tara trembled, collapsed into the chair and then grinned at the other two. “Whose crazy idea was this?”
Dalton chuckled and nodded at Cole. “He gets the credit. I’m just a willing helper.”
She turned to Cole as the reestablished connection flowed through her. “Where did all the props and costumes come from? Or do I want to know.”
Cole laughed for a few moments. “Some friends from the theatre department.”
Tara grinned and stood, her lithe form dwarfed even by Dalton. She kissed both of them again. “Good, I was afraid you’d blown the food budget on this stuff.”
Cole ran his hands down her bare body until they nestled in the small of her back. “No, you still get to eat. Go get a shower and we’ll clean up.”
Tara made her way gingerly to the bathroom, her gait unsteady. Her leg muscles still shook. She paused at the doorway and turned to find the guys horsing around, still as naked as the day they were born.
I hope this was a turning point. I don’t want to go back to where we were.
The boys behaved themselves for a few weeks after Tara’s angry tirade, and the harem
I’m sorry
scene, but eventually drifted back into their old routines. They worked to keep things functioning, but lost sight of Tara, again. Almost worse, although they mostly cleaned up after themselves, the house started to look and smell like a frat house basement.
Tara sat at the table to begin her concept sketches for a project due the next day. She opened her box of supplies, to find it almost empty. “Where are my markers?”
“What?”
“Huh?”
“Markers! Where are my damn markers?”
Dalton looked up from where he lay on the couch reading. “Oh, yeah. I used some for my sketch for class. The building had to be rendered in color. I guess I forgot to put them back.”
Cole nodded from the chair he’d coiled himself into. “Yeah, I borrowed some green and blue ones. I needed to do an elevation map for an ecology class.”
“Where. Are. They,” Tara bit off.
Both guys fixed their gazes on her.
“Huh?”
“What?”
“God, damnit! Where are my fucking markers! I need them.”
Cole worked to understand what had Tara so upset. “Okay, it’s no biggie. I’ll get them.” Dalton nodded and retrieved the ones he’d borrowed. Soon they were holding the missing markers out to Tara. She snatched them from their hands and put them back in order. Cole went back to his assigned reading and heard her mumbling under her breath. After the muttering had gone on for several minutes, he put the book down and considered Tara.
Do I really want to ask?
Tara snapped her head up and glared at him. “What!”
“You want to tell us what’s bothering you? We told you we are sorry about screwing with your markers,” Cole said.
Tara’s face became a violent shade of crimson. “Everything’s fine! Don’t worry about it.”
“You want to take a break? Maybe have some cuddle time?”
Dalton nodded in agreement. “Sounds like a plan to me. I could use a break.”
Tara looked first at Cole, then at Dalton, her mouth a thin line and her brows meeting in the middle of her forehead. “No. I have too much to do. Go play with each other if you need to get off.”
Cole considered her words, aware of the tension, but thought giving Tara some quiet might let her have time to calm down. It had helped in the past. He caught Dalton’s eye and nodded toward the bedroom. Dalton’s eyebrows shot upward and he glanced over at Tara’s rigid form. He mouthed to Cole
you sure?
Cole considered for a minute, and decided he could use a study break. Not sex, but some quiet time. Laying his book on the floor, he rolled to his feet and walked toward the bedroom with Dalton on his heels.
As they entered the room, Cole started to guide Dalton to the bed, but was pulled back for a kiss. His body responded to the smell and sensation of Dalton in his arms.
Maybe we could do a little more than cuddle.
He reached behind them and turned off the lights before going with Dalton to the bed. They ran their hands over each other and shared a soft kiss. Cole stiffened as they pressed against each other.
Cole cupped Dalton’s face in his hands and kissed down his neck. He sighed.
The lights shot on and Tara was glaring at them from the door.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
Cole looked into a face more reminiscent of a horror mask from the Halloween shop than their roommate.
Crap, This is a major cluster fuck. What was I thinking?
But Cole tried to calm the situation he knew was about to explode in his face. “You said for us to come in here and…”
Cole trailed off as cold dread flowed through his body. The expression on Dalton’s face echoed Cole’s thoughts. Tara began yanking clothing from her dresser drawers.
“What’re you doin’?” asked Cole.
“Getting my stuff. I’m moving into the little bedroom.”
“Hey, Tara. Calm down. We’ll stop. We didn’t intend to upset you.”
“This isn’t working. I can’t do this any more.”
Cole stomach twisted and he tasted bile in the back of his throat. “What’d you mean? We can make it work.”
Tara fixed them both with a glare as the tears ran down her face. “No, it’s not working. Maybe I was kidding myself to think I could live with two boyfriends. But I can’t do this anymore.”
“Tara, wait. Let’s talk about the problem. Come on and give us another chance.”
Tara shook her head. “I’ve given you a ton of second chances and look at this place. It’s a pit again. You never do what you say. You took my stuff, then you’re just going to leave me while you two fuck. I’m done. I don’t have to deal with this. My life will be so much simpler. There are other people who would love to be with me, who don’t treat me like another guy.”
Cole’s stomach knotted as Dalton looked at them. Sadness filled Tara’s face as she turned and walked from the room.
Shock played across Zach’s face. “You did what?”
“Well, it wasn’t like we were going to have sex or anything,” Dalton looked a little hesitant. “But it was getting a little hot and heavy.”
Zach laughed. “That’s total bullshit and you know it. How many times have you stopped in the middle of jacking off because you’re done?”
Embarrassment and regret flooded Dalton. He stared past Zach and out the window.
After a minute of silence Zach shook his head. “You, my friend, have fucked up royally. It isn’t like there are many girls who’d put up with you and your apeman boyfriend. You better get your shit together before she finds someone else. She’s good looking, too. Not my type, but still.”
Dalton smiled a little, appreciative of Zach’s attempt at levity. “How do we fix it?”
“Well, what did she say?”
“She said we never listen and she’s sick of it.”
“And?”
“And? I don’t know. She was pissed off because we’d used her art supplies. But we gave them all back when she asked. We’d been studying for awhile.”
“And Cole suggested a romp in the bed?”
Dalton gave Zach a peeved look. “We weren’t that bad. We asked her if she wanted to play, too. But she said she wasn’t in the mood. So we thought we’d cuddle for a while. We’d just lain down on the bed when she flipped the light on and started yelling and crying.”
“In the dark? You were making out, weren’t you?” Zach said.
Dalton paused for a moment and then sighed. “I guess so—we were kissing and Cole had turned off the lights.”
Zach sat, quietly tapping his finger against the table for a few moments. “Okay, well, dating women isn’t my area of expertise, but if you’d treated me that way I’d be pissed, too. Sounds like you’re acting like she’s just a roommate.”
Confusion filled Dalton. “She is our roommate.”
“No, she is—was—your girlfriend. Just like Cole is your boyfriend. You don’t treat your lovers like roommates. And girls aren’t guys with boobs, they think different.” Zach shook his head again. “I still can’t believe you were fucking around with Cole and left her in the other room alone. I would have busted your balls, too.”
“It didn’t seem so stupid at the time.”
“Oh, buddy, it was just as stupid then, but you were thinking with the little head instead of the big head.”
Dalton started to argue, then closed his mouth slowly and slumped into the chair.
* * * *
Nate doubled over laughing. Each time he looked at Cole’s miserable face, he laughed again.
“What the hell were you thinking? Shit, you’ve made a mess.”
“Yeah, I know. But now what do I do? Dalton and I haven’t gotten anything to work. She barely talks to us.”
“You’re going to have to prove you’ve learned your lesson, both of you. This is a bad fuck up, though. I don’t know if my wife would ever forgive me if I pulled something like you did.” Nate paused for a minute and then grinned. “Of course, I don’t have the choice of so many ways to screw up either.”
“We didn’t think it would be that big of a deal. She was all bitchy that night, I thought if we left her alone…”
“And had sex with your boyfriend in the next room? Oh yeah, what a stroke of brilliance.”
Cole dropped his head into his hands and ran his fingers through his hair. “So what do I do now?”