Strong arms wrapped around my body, lifted me from the desk. I snuggled against Tristan’s smooth chest as he carried me to the couch. He lay me down and stepped away.
I whimpered, wanting to be held. Still beyond words, I implored Tristan with my eyes. He smiled and shook his head. “Dan called dibs. She’s all yours, my friend.”
My Marlboro Man joined me, stretching his body over mine. I warbled a wordless welcome when his burgeoning sex homed in on mine.
“My beautiful baby girl,” he whispered and plunged inside.
Swollen, sensitive and tight, my body exploded again with the first thrust. I arched and shrieked as waves of excruciating bliss pounded my insides. Dan worked me with hard, merciless power. I arched and jerked, my carnation-polished nails raking his chest and shoulders. We went at it like animals more intent on destroying one another than making love. The sex was gorgeous with viciousness. Our voracious bodies fed until we sagged in complete exhaustion.
I drifted in a sea of bliss, Dan’s solid warmth a heavy blanket from under which I never cared to move. Oh heck. I really was gone over him, wasn’t I? But at this moment, I didn’t care. If he’d asked, I would have declared undying devotion, eternal love.
At the small sound of someone clearing his throat, the satisfying weight shifted above me and lifted away. Dan left me, and I moaned a protest. Stay, stay forever, my soul cried. If I could have figured out how to use my lips, I would have said the words.
My efforts were stilled by Dan’s gentle kiss. “I love you,” he whispered and moved away.
I could have wept until Tristan appeared, a dark angel hovering above me. Oh, he was beautiful; elegant where Dan was coarse, smooth and polished where Dan was rough. Something fluttered in my chest, something trembled in my soul. In my blissed-out state, with all my defenses down, I had to admit the unthinkable. I had fallen in love with both men. It shouldn’t have been possible, but there it was.
The knowledge that Dan would never accept this in the long run meant little with subspace’s euphoria still washing through me. If death and near-final oblivion at the Judge’s hands had taught me nothing else, it had at least driven home the lesson that all we really have is the here and now. The present had gifted me with two amazing men to share myself with, and I would do so until the inevitable end arrived.
Tristan’s body joined to mine with a sweetness that brought tears to my eyes. Despite having found such complete satisfaction twice already, I kindled with renewed ardor. The juxtaposition of Tristan’s gentle but thorough efforts to the bestial fervor I’d enjoyed with Dan made me orgasm with trembling acquiescence. The vampire’s long, assured strokes, his soft kisses all over my face, his fingertips tracing my skin with barely-there caresses drew wave after tumbling wave crashing through me. When his pleasure answered mine, we sighed in blended harmony. And Tristan’s murmur in my ear echoed Dan’s. “I love you, Brandilynn.”
Afterwards, the men somehow managed to wedge us all on the sofa, a tangle of bodies sharing warmth and love. No doubt Dan’s butt was hanging off the edge, but he didn’t complain. I delved into the comfort of having two men adoring me, and I cuddled between them like a contented puppy.
Here’s my story, folks. My name is Brandilynn Payson. I have two boyfriends I love dearly, I’ve traded sex for money, and I’m dead. But what the heck. No one’s perfect.
The End