When Sparks Fly (First-Responders Book 1) (9 page)

Robbie was out late last night with God knows who, and I was crashed when he came in. It’s now nine in the morning, and I could care less if he got here even just two hours ago. “Yo, Robbie. Wake up!” I holler from the kitchen. I’ve got the second round of coffee brewing and a full breakfast of eggs, bacon, bagels, more bacon, and sliced cheese. We’ve got a lot of work to do in this place before tonight. And he doesn’t even know anything about any of it yet.

“Dude, I was dreaming about sleep. I didn’t get in until three in the morning.” He yawns and stretches, not bothering with a stitch of clothing. I don’t mind, honestly. I walk around the counter and grab his face, kissing him good morning, and biting his bottom lip.

His eyes and attention perk up a bit more. “Well, good morning to you too sunshine. What’s gotten into you?”

“I talked to Macy last night.” I let my mischievous smile creep onto my face.

“I know that look. What’s up?”

“Dude, she wants to try.”

“Try what?”

Dammit, he’s obtuse. “Our threesome arrangement.”

“You’re shitting me.” He’s leaning on the kitchen bar while I pour us each a cup of coffee.

“Nope. Dead serious. So we’ve got to clean this place top to bottom today. I’m picking her up at seven.”

“I don’t know. I’m not really in the mood for cleaning.” He turns around, back away from me, still leaning on the counter, just in reverse now.

I walk around and see his cock jutting out. I grab it with my left hand, take a big sip of coffee, and then continue, “Well, why don’t I see if I can persuade you to see things my way.” I start stroking his length, and take another chug of the mocha colored wonder-drug. I set my cup down and hit my knees. I take him in my heated mouth and am greeted with a brisk intake of air from him. His fingers roam through my hair as he guides me up and down.

I grab him by the ass and pull him forward into my mouth, taking every inch of him as he touches the back of my throat. There’s not a speck of hair on him, and even now, he smells of that woodsy scented body wash he swears by. My own cock is at full mast, and I start stroking it through my shorts with one hand while I keep the other firmly gripped on his finely toned ass.

He’s so smooth, and I love the way his cock feels each time it just barely touches the back of my throat. I suck harder and harder, and my own stroking pace picks up. His grunts are beginning to increase. I pull my mouth off and stroke him. “You sure you don’t want to help clean?” I look up at him and smile while I continue to tease his cock.

“Shit, let’s get to cleaning!”

I laugh loudly as I stand back up and grab my mug of coffee. “Let’s do breakfast first.”

Once the dishes are put away, we set to the task at hand. The place really isn’t bad, we’re not slobs by any means; it just needs going over with a fine tooth comb. I begin in the entry and living room while Robbie works on the bedrooms and master bath. I tackle the guest bath when I’m finished. Then I go over the entire house again, just to be double sure. It’s one in the afternoon already.

“What’ve you got going on the rest of the day?” I ask Robbie.

“From the looks of it, a nap. I’m fucking exhausted.” He laughs at me.

“How about some beers down at ‘Mac’s’ instead?”

“You buying?” I nod my head. “Then what are we waiting for?”

We grab our phones and keys and head out to the garage. I open the door, fire up the Hummer, and head out. We just need to loosen up a bit first. Let off a little steam. Macy is new to this. All the other girls we’ve ever shared were into the scene.

This is going to be an eye-opener for her.

And us.

Seth wasn’t kidding when he said he had cleaned top to bottom. This place looks like it’s ready to be shot for a magazine spread. The furniture is all modern, sleek and masculine. The leather couches and chairs, the black-metal and glass-topped tables, even the exposed venting running along the high ceilings are all dripping with testosterone. Even the smells; leather conditioner and metal polish definitely let you know that there’s no woman living in
this
place.

I hear a door creak from the backside of the apartment and see his roommate come from around the corner in just a pair of seductively low hanging basketball shorts. He’s not as well defined as Seth, but still athletic.

“Macy, this is Robbie, officially.”

“Sup, chica? Seth says you’re in need of a good tag teaming.”

“Fuck, Robbie. Way to be a douche right out of the gate.” He shakes his head and looks at me. “Just ignore him. His dick to mouth filter has never worked in all the years we’ve been together. You need a glass of water or anything?”

“Got anything for stomach butterflies?”

“Yeah, I do.” He takes my hand and puts it on the front of his shorts.

I try to breathe in, but my breath hitches in my throat. He’s already thickening under my fingers.

“There won’t be any room for them once I get inside of you.”

Oh. My.

“And me.” Robbie breathes over my shoulder.

I don’t even feel him enter my personal space until his hands are sliding up my sides. I close my eyes and take in a deep breath.
This is it. This is what you came for.
Robbie’s nose is in my hair, breathing me in and Seth has closed the distance between us to zero. His hand is on mine, rubbing it up and down the length of his cock which is now pulsing, needing to be released.

“Maybe we should take this to the bedroom,” I whisper.

“Quiet. You’re ours now.” Seth puts his fingers over my lips. His hand slides down across my breasts and meets the other one on my hips. As Seth lowers himself and begins to remove my shorts, Robbie pulls up on my little blue top. I slip off my sandals and step out of my shorts as my arms go up, and the slinky top is removed.

“Wow, Macy. This is…” Seth is at a loss for words.

“You should see my view, man.” Robbie grabs my ass firmly. “This is the phattest ass I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

I squeal.

“We’re going to have to do something about that mouth of yours.” Seth grabs me by the arm and pulls me briskly over to the couch. “Knees,” he points to the floor.

As he starts to take his shirt off, I feel a hand grab me by the ponytail and pull my face around. “You’re taking way the fuck too long, Seth.” Robbie is stark naked, and his cock is pointing straight at my face. “Open,” he grabs himself and lays the head on my lips. I part my lips and slide my tongue out, wetting his cock as he slides forward into my mouth. All the way in. Until my nose is against his groin.

He’s rough. I’ve never had rough.

And I like it.

“My turn.” Seth is displayed in all his glory. He takes my head and turns it, spreading my mouth wide with his thick member. I gag and pull back as he tries to press deep.

“Too much for her there, buddy. Let me.”

Robbie settles to his knees beside me and grabs at Seth’s cock. I watch, my mouth agape, as he spits on Seth’s cock and begins stroking it with long, deliberate strokes. He grabs my head and pushes it down to Seth’s balls. I begin licking and rolling them around in my mouth as Robbie starts sucking his shaft. He takes half, I hear him gag, and then he presses deeper.
Whoa.

“Macy,” Seth growls, “up here on my face, now.” The scene has shifted quickly. He’s laid back on the couch, the same place we were last time when Robbie interrupted us. I stand over Seth, and he peels the thin material that Agent Provocateur calls panties down my legs. Placing a palm on my stomach, he runs it tantalizingly slow across my core. Dipping a finger inside of me, he removes it and slides it into his mouth. His eyes never break contact with mine. I feel shivers run across the entire surface of my skin.

This is without a doubt, the most erotic moment in my life, and I have a feeling it’s only going to get more intense from here.

He grabs my hips and pulls me down roughly onto his face, attacking my clit with his tongue and lips. Sucking, nipping, tugging. I put my hands against the wall to brace myself. He’s voracious, like an animal that hasn’t been fed in days and I’m his nourishment.
Me
. My pussy. All of it.

His moans vibrate through my body as his mouth works me over, pushing me toward a cliff that there is no coming back from. An electric tingle is already low in my belly and moving outward in waves; building, multiplying in intensity with each flick of my clit.

“Oh god, I’m so close.”

All I can do is grab a handful of his hair and keep the other on the wall as my body betrays me and falls off that cliff. “FUCK!”

Robbie’s hands reach around me and cup my breasts as Seth holds me tightly in place on his mouth by the hips. I feel like sparks are flying up and down my spine, causing my body to spasm and jerk uncontrollably.

Slowly, they settle me down into Seth’s lap. “Not bad kitten. Now it’s our turn,” Seth says, picking me up like a ragdoll and laying me down on the couch. My head is propped on the low arm. He positions himself in between my legs and lines his rigid cock up with my slick center, gliding easily in.

“Fffff,” I breathe as he fills me up completely.

Bracing his body over me, one arm on each side, he starts a slow, torturous pace of strokes with his hips as Robbie stands over me, his cock in his hand just inches above my face, stroking himself. I reach up and stroke his balls with my fingertips, feeling them contract as he pulls each time.

“Put it in her mouth, Robbie,” Seth commands. “I want to watch her suck it. I want to see it in her throat.” And with that, I’m being filled from both ends. It feels like déjà vu, just like my dream.

Seth puts one of his hands around my neck and squeezes, just a little. “Yeah Robbie. Give it to her. I can feel it.”

My senses are on overload. I don’t know whether I’m coming or going.

“Now me,” Seth growls with his hand still around my neck. Looking up, I watch Robbie glide his cock into Seth’s mouth. His groans shoot to my core. Robbie starts mouth fucking Seth; obviously not their first time. And I’m turned on as hell. Seth begins fucking me harder, faster. I feel the edge of the cliff rushing up on me again.

“Oh fuck, Seth, I’m gonna come.”

“Grab it, Macy. Stroke him off. Let him come all over your tits.” I do as I’m told and Robbie leans forward. As I stroke him, I lick his balls and it only takes seconds before hot streams of come are covering my chest.

“Oh fuck yeah. Shit, I’ve missed this.” Robbie looks down on me as I finish him off completely.

Seth grabs me by the hips and pulls my back off the couch as he gives me everything he’s got. “Fuck yeah. You’re so fucking tight, Macy.” He pushes deep, and I feel him bottom out, his balls slapping me on the ass.

My orgasm erupts, and I scream out, “Yes! Fuck, yes!”

“Shit!” Seth pulls his cock out and fists it furiously, covering me in more come. I’m a sticky mess from my neck all the way to my well-fucked pussy. They both collapse. Seth on the couch beside me, and Robbie on the floor at the end of it. We are all completely spent. Sweaty. Sticky. And totally sated.

I’m the first one to speak. “Holy shit. Is it always this amazing?”

“Nah,” Robbie says.

Seth finishes his sentence, “It gets way better.”

Better? Than this? How is that even possible?

“Well, I guess you’ll have to show me then, huh?”

Seth looks at Robbie, and then back at me. “So you’re in?”

“So long as I can still walk tomorrow, yeah, I guess I am.”

The two guys high five one another, which normally in our current state would seem weird, but somehow, it isn’t.

“So, mind if I get a shower now?” I look down at myself, and the come is beginning to pool.

“Yeah, second door on the right,” Robbie informs me as Seth hands me his tee to keep the mess in check.

I walk into an amazing guest bath, complete with a double sized walk-in shower. Stepping in, I turn the water on and the hidden wall jets spring to life, pulsing away the now sliding mess of my two guys. Steam quickly fills the room, and I stretch my arms up, breathing it in deeply. I’m brought back to reality very quickly though as a mouth clamps down on my right nipple, and then another on my left. I was so out of it that I didn’t hear either of them step in with me.

“So, who’s up for round two?” Seth raises an eyebrow at me.