Double Dare(208)

Because I desperately wanted it to work out. I wanted to have both men with me, separately or together I wasn’t sure, but there had to be some combination that would make sense for all three of us. I wasn’t sure what it was yet, the articles on-line seemed to harp on a lot of therapy, a lot of “open-hearted talking,” and at this moment, we hadn’t had a serious discussion. In fact, Brent didn’t even know about Jason yet, putting us at square one, if not square zero.

So I stepped into our trailer after school thinking that maybe we’d chat a little, maybe Jason and I had some more talking to do after our impassioned discussion this morning. I was totally prepared to sit down with him and brainstorm a little. But he’s an alpha male with something to prove, namely that Brent isn’t the only man in my life. So we started exploring almost immediately, our bodies hot and hungry for one another, not a second to lose.

But Jason, as much as I love him, pulled back. Again, it’s this male ego thing and I almost cried when he asked, “What did you do with Brent yesterday?”

I flopped around like a fish gasping for air because what good would it do if he knew? How would that help?

“Nothing,” I murmured, head down before looking straight at him again. Because being a shy pansy wasn’t going to get anything done, I needed to be direct. “What I did with Brent yesterday has no bearing on what we’re about to do,” I said seriously.

But again, male egos run strong especially with alphas, and Jason wouldn’t let it go.

“I have to know,” he growled, shaking his head. “I have to know.”

So instead, I detoured.

“Well,” I murmured, “I shaved myself yesterday, you know … like down there,” I said, demonstrating a little, parting my thighs and running an imaginary razor through my pink folds.

And that was enough. I didn’t have to say anything about how Brent shaved me, how he pulled my labia back with big, gentle fingers, and traced the razor carefully over my sensitive skin before dropping a kiss on my clit, lapping lightly at his work.

Instead, Jason was fixated on my pink pussy, how it creamed wetly, how I opened it for him, letting him look inside, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank god, I’d been able to lead away from that dangerous train of thought and we could get back to our love play.

And oh god, but it was amazing. He shaved my back pucker, running his finger around the tight pleats before penetrating me, making me shiver, scream, the feel of those blunt digits in my ass so dirty and delicious. And incredibly, I came from the ass play. I couldn’t help it, I’d never done it before and the shock, the taboo aspect was so strong, so overwhelming, that I creamed hard, my butt and pussy spasming as electricity ran through my body, making me moan and cry out his name.

The big man was pleased, there was no doubt about that. He leaned forward to kiss my back, press his lips against the sinuous S of my waist.

“That, honey, was a damn good butt fuck,” he growled.

And I turned to look at him over my shoulder. The dirty words should have made me angry, should have made my skin crawl with disgust but instead they just turned me on, made my temp begin to rise once again.

“But Jason,” I murmured coyly, still panting. “What about you? You haven’t put it in yet,” I said, nodding towards his pole. His staff was so big, so aroused, that veins pulsed wetly along the top and bottom, the tip dripping like a leaky faucet, a steady stream of cum oozing off to form a pool on the floor.

And he grinned at me then.

“I know, baby girl,” he said smoothly. “And here’s where we’re gonna use the reinforced bed.”

My breath caught. Jason is good with his hands, he has a real talent for working with raw materials, and he built this bed himself. I remember when he hauled it into the trailer in parts, there’d been so much sturdy oak that I’d laughed, sure it wasn’t going to fit. But once he set it up, I ate my words because it was marvelous. A giant California King, it was big enough to romp freely in, with a huge, ornate headboard he’d carved with a geometric design, hard-edged trapezoids and triangles.

I’d teased him about it.

“So what are you gonna do with this?” I asked. “You got a girl you want to bring home for some sassy play?”

Back then, there had been no indication that he was interested, so it was just friendly banter, although my heart twinged at the thought of Jason with another woman.

But his eyes clouded over, the blue suddenly mysterious and shuttered.

“Naw,” he said, not looking at me. “Just wanted a bigger bed to sleep in.”

And I looked over him appreciatively because yeah, my housemate had filled out a lot in the last year and was truly a man now, tall, huge, filling up all the space in the small trailer. My heart beat faster, body growing soft at the thought of Jason naked between the sheets, his muscled chest bare, long legs hidden only by thin cotton. But this was back then and my cheeks colored at the illicit daydreams.