Wanted

Content Advisory: Oral sex, m/f/m sex

The clock on the dashboard of her Honda told her she was late. Jan stepped her wedge a little harder on the gas pedal. Whenever she went out, she liked to wear heels. Otherwise, she ended up lost in the crowd because she was short.

Gage had invited her to attend the party for some rock star she’d never heard of; a birthday celebration at the Hilton. He told her to pack an overnight bag because he booked a room in the hotel so they could drink and have a good time without having to drive the hour back home.

People bustled in and out of the glass doors at the front of the hotel. An older gentleman in a penguin suit stood ready to valet her car. She pulled up behind a black SUV and handed the man her keys.

Jan slung her purse over her shoulder and carried her duffle into the hotel.

Gage stood just near the concierge desk talking to a tall guy with shoulder length dark hair. There was something familiar about the way he stood with his back to her.  

She smiled and waved as she made her way towards Gage.

He took her bag and kissed her cheek. “Glad you made it, babe.”

“Sorry, I’m late. I couldn’t find my keys and then I couldn’t find my purse and I had to figure out what to wear.”

Gage looked her up and down. “I love how short that skirt is. You look great.” He leaned in and nuzzled her neck. “You smell good too.”

“Thanks. You’re such a smooth talker.” She patted his cheek.

He carried her bag to the man behind the counter. “Room 2108, please.” Gage handed the bellhop a ten dollar bill.

As Jan approached, the man Gage had been talking to turned around. They locked eyes and she stopped short. A sharp breath left her lungs. Trent.

He raised an eyebrow. “Hey.”

Gage took Jan’s hand. “Trent, meet my girlfriend, Jan.”

She squeezed Gage’s hand. “We know each other.”

Gage glanced between them. “No way. What a small fucking world.”

Trent smiled, revealing that slight overlap of his front teeth that she found so cute back then. “Definitely.”

He hadn’t changed at all. His hair hung long and straight and he wore Levi’s and a t-shirt advertising some kind of booze. God, he still looked good. A flashback of him hovering over her, driving into her, biting her lips and holding her hips filled her mind and a blush spread up her neck and, no doubt, settled in her cheeks. 

Gage led her to a ballroom where music played loud and lots of people milled about. Rock star glam was way different than the glamorous she grew up with. Women didn’t have tattoos and pierced eyebrows, they wore their hair in French twists with a string of cultured pearls around their necks.

But she was comfortable in both scenes. She could class it up or she could dress like she was tonight, groupie fabulous. She’d met the guys in Gage’s band before and they all filed by to say hello and give her boobs an appreciative glance. She couldn’t complain because the black cami, sans a bra, barely contained them.

Trent walked over to the bar and Gage leaned in. “Where do you know him from?”

Jan fidgeted with her hands. “We used to go out.”

“Really?” He laughed. “He’s a cool guy but not really the one-on-one type, if you know what I mean.”

“I do know what you mean.” She was glad Gage didn’t act like a jealous boyfriend and get all bent out of shape that someone she used to fuck would be hanging out at their table.

Trent came back with two shots of a dark whiskey and a margarita for Jan. “Still a tequila drinker?”

She nodded. “Yep. Thanks.”

Trent slid a shot over to Gage and lifted his glass. “To a fun night.”

They downed their shots and Jan went to work on her margarita. Before she knew it, she had three drinks under her belt and everything felt warm and fuzzy. Gage and Trent were talking shop; chicks, cars and guitars.

Jan was in the corner, the wall behind her back. At the circular table, the men were on either side of her. Trent tucked his hair behind his ear and lit a cigarette. He offered one to Gage and one to her.

She remembered how she and Trent used to smoke in bed after crazy hot sex. She licked her lips and he narrowed his eyes, leaning closer to light her cigarette.

Gage blew out a plume of smoke up in the air. “Are you staying in the hotel tonight?”

“Nah. I’ll head home when the party dies down.” Trent tapped his cigarette on the edge of the glass ashtray.

Jan looked at Gage and back at Trent; both gorgeous men. Trent was taller, Gage a little heavier. Both were well endowed and knew how to please a woman. What would it be like to have them both at the same time? She wasn’t sure if either of them would go for it but she had just enough liquid courage in her to find out.

She took a long draw on the Marlboro and tilted her head to the side. Moisture gathered between her legs and she let her thighs slip apart underneath the table. The white tablecloth and dark venue provided enough cover for her to be discreet. She reached under the table and trailed her finger up and down her bare thigh.

“Why don’t the three of us go back to the room and have a night cap?” She winked at Gage.

He smiled as if he knew what was on her mind.

She took his hand and pulled it under her skirt, letting him feel how wet she was already.

Gage’s jaw tightened, like it did when he was concentrating. He slipped a finger under the elastic of her panties.

She sighed and, with her other hand, squeezed Trent’s thigh. A look of surprise crossed his face and he looked at Gage.

Gage nodded. “What do you say, Trent? Join us?”

He shrugged. “Yeah. Why not?”

A tingle of excitement shot up her spine. She and Gage had talked about fantasies before and this was one of hers; two guys at once. It was perfect that Gage and Trent already knew each other and that she’d had sex with both of them. A threesome wasn’t something she’d do with a stranger.

Gage fingered her slowly under the table and she moved her hand up Trent’s thigh to his crotch. He kept a poker face but she saw that spark in his eyes and his erection let her know he was on board.

She was close to coming and pushed Gage’s hand away. “Let’s go.” She picked up her purse and pulled her skirt down enough to cover her ass. She followed Gage to the elevators with Trent right behind her.

Both men towered over her and for a second she thought maybe this wasn’t such a great idea. She did well to handle one at a time but then she reasoned that an opportunity like this doesn’t surface every day. She trusted them both and they both knew what she liked and didn’t like.

Gage slipped the plastic key card into the slot on the door and pushed it open, allowing Jan to walk in first. Her duffle bag was on the floor at the foot of the king sized bed. She kicked off her wedges, making her even smaller between the two of them.

She had barely dropped her purse on the chair in the corner when Gage sidled up behind her and cupped her ass. “You sure you want to do this?” he whispered against her ear.

“Yes. God, yes.” She leaned her head back against his chest and her pulled her cami over her head.

He slid a hand up her side and squeezed her breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and finger. He turned her around, staying behind her.

Trent was leaned against the wall just inside the room.

“Come over here and help Jan with her skirt and panties.” Gage kissed her neck and continued to play with her breasts.

Trent pulled his own t-shirt off as he walked toward her. His body hadn’t changed. Bronzed skin with chiseled abs, broad shoulders and thick biceps. He leaned forward and kissed her mouth, his tongue darting in and out. His fingers reached for the button on her skirt, quickly unfastening the garment and letting it fall to the floor leaving her clad in only white panties.

Gage’s hand snaked lower over her stomach and inside the front of her panties while Trent bent over to suck her nipple and squeeze her breasts.

Jan’s head spun, not from the alcohol, but from the adrenaline. A little fear mixed with taboo was a strong aphrodisiac. 

The hardness of Gage’s cock pressed against her lower back and Trent’s mouth kissed down her torso. Gage hooked his fingers into the strings on her hips and tugged her panties down to her thighs. Trent dropped to his knees and took over from there, pulling them off and nearly knocking her off her feet. Trent had never been gentle with anything.

His tongue explored her smooth pussy as his fingers found her entrance. Gage lifted her leg up, hooking his hand behind her knee and effectively opening her up.  

If Gage hadn’t held her up, she would have collapsed when Trent sucked her clit and jammed two fingers inside her. All ready, her pussy throbbed and her abdomen ached for release. He stroked her inside and tickled the tip of her clit with his tongue.

Gage pulled on her nipples and grabbed a handful of her hair, turning her head so he could kiss her. She was ready to explode from sensory overload. She moaned into Gage’s mouth and put her hand on top of Trent’s head, pushing him against her pussy.

She pulled out of the kiss and watched Trent eat her like he was starving. “I’m coming. I’m coming,” she whispered, breathlessly. “Oh, God.”

Trent sucked harder and slammed his fingers in and out, bringing her to the very edge.

Her body seized and then trembled as the taut wire holding her together snapped. She screamed and embedded her nails into Gage’s arms while Trent dug his fingers into her thigh, not granting her any quarter as he still teased her clit and fingered her.

Gage let her leg down slowly and gripped her hip. “I’m going to fuck you so hard while you suck him off.” 

Trent stood up and licked his lips. “You still taste good. Damn.” He smiled and pulled at his belt.

Gage stripped his shirt off and dropped his pants. He grabbed Jan and picked her up, cupping her ass with both hands.

She wrapped her legs around him and put her head on his shoulder.

He carried her to the bed and deposited her on top of the bedspread. He kissed her. “You’re so beautiful.”

She managed a smile and looked up to see Trent kneeling above her head, his cock stiff and imposing.

“She is beautiful,” he agreed with Gage and ran his hand through her hair. “How do you want to do this, man?”

Gage flipped her over on to her stomach. “I’ll be back here.”

Jan scooted up on her hands and knees and came face to dick with Trent’s manhood. Trent touched her chin, running his thumb down her cheek.

Gage leaned over her and kissed the small of her back. He gripped her hips and used his knee to spread her legs a little wider. His cock slid over her ass and he rubbed it against her pussy. “Jesus. You’re so wet. I love fucking you after you come. Tight, hot, throbbing.” He pushed inside her slowly.

She gasped. No matter how many times they had sex, it always felt like the first time. The friction of his cock stretching and filling her mixed pleasure with pain and she loved it. He always started slow and built up the pace but he pulled out and slammed into her hard just now.

Trent moved in closer and cupped the back of her neck. “Sweet little mouth.”

She stroked his cock and kissed the head. She knew he liked her to bite him softly and she indulged him before sucking him as deep as she could.

Trent groaned and she moaned on his dick, licking the underside. She tried to concentrate on pleasuring him but Gage’s measured strokes and tight grip on her ass made that difficult.

Trent’s hands fisted her hair and he moved his hips faster, pushing his cock into her throat. Her eyes watered and she tried to keep up with both of them thrusting into her at once.

“I’m going to come.” Gage fucked her harder, stabbing deep until she felt him pulsing and filling her with his heat.

She bit down on Trent’s dick while Gage came.

He leaned over her and kissed her shoulder before pulling out and sitting back on his heels. “Fuck. She’s all yours.”

She stayed on her hands and knees and reached out to cup Trent’s balls.

Trent moved her hair away from her face and pulled her up to kiss her. “I’m going to finish you over there.” He moved his head toward the wall. “I know how much you like that.” He picked her up like she weighed nothing and carried her to the wall beside the dresser. With her back pinned to the plaster, he lowered her a little and drove his cock inside her.

She screamed again and her head banged against the wall. She saw stars for a second. His hand slid up to her throat and he held her still, fucking her with deliberate thrusts.

“You’re so fucking tight.”

She nodded. “You feel so good. God, don’t stop. I’m going to come again.”

He moved his hips and his dick slid over that spot inside her that sent a chill of pleasure through her like an electric current. He was so big and in that position he easily hit her limit and made the mark.

“That’s what I want. Come on my cock, baby.”  His dark eyes narrowed and the vein in his neck strained.

She saw Gage over Trent’s shoulder. He was lying on the bed, smiling at her and looking quite satisfied.

She closed her eyes as her pussy tightened and convulsed. Every nerve in her body delivered pleasure signals to her brain and she whimpered and moaned and shuddered.

He growled in her ear and joined her, his cock pumping rhythmically inside her. He pressed is forehead against hers and kissed her mouth. “Incredible, Jan.”

She took a shower and settled into bed between the two of them. She snuggled up to Gage’s back while Trent spooned her from behind. Her body ached and throbbed from the pinching, pulling, grabbing and fucking but it felt really good.

Trent had rekindled something she thought was long lost. She felt alive. She felt wanted.  And now she wanted to keep them both. 

Check out Melissa’s last post, Just a Drop, and look for her next short story in June 2013!

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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