We’ve been in the tub for ages it seems, and we’ve talked about everything under the sun.
I know so much more about my men now—although, I can never really learn enough.
Chase was a scrawny kid growing up, or so he says. I can’t fucking imagine it. He spent a lot of time outside on the streets, trying to fend for himself.
The only way he could protect himself and his younger sister was by becoming stronger than anyone who might try to hurt them. So he worked hard, played street sports, and ate a fuckload of ramen until he beefed up.
It was only then that he could stand up to his wife-beating stepfather and send him packing for good. Chase only says that he took care of the guy. I’m not sure that I want any more details than that…for, like, legal reasons.
Eric, on the other hand, was on the opposite end of the spectrum. Growing up, he went to a preppy private school and had loads of friends. He was pretty popular—which, with his looks, I can imagine.
There was apparently an overweight female classmate who kept getting picked on by his hoard of buddies. Eric refused to join in, which pissed off his preppy friends.
One night, while he was in bed, he imagined the girl was probably in her own bed somewhere nearby, crying herself to sleep.
The next day at school, when his pals were in the lunchroom making fun of her for simply sitting there and eating a salad, Eric snapped, threw a punch, and got the snot beaten out of them.
His friends were furious that Eric would defy them like that, so they kicked him, punched him, and sent him crashing to the ground. He couldn’t open his left eye for a week because it had been so swollen from where they’d repeatedly punched him.
That was at the end of the school year.
But nothing gets between Eric and something that he wants. He spent that entire summer working out and bench pressing, lifting weights?until after summer vacation, everyone’s jaws dropped when they saw how burly and muscular Eric had become.
Unsurprisingly, the bullying stopped after that—though he didn’t exactly say how.
Somehow, knowing where they come from only makes our relationship make even more sense. They’re the kind of guys who like having something to protect—and my clumsy, self-destructive ass is pretty good at needing protection.
It’s not just that, though. Eric and Chase didn’t just look out for me when I was weak—they helped me grow and better myself until I became strong.
Back to the gorgeous things Chase is doing to my pussy with his tongue, though—there’s another strength building inside me right now, and it’s just begging to be unleashed.
“Oh, my god,” I gasp, and then I cry out.
I scream, wailing with ecstasy as Eric holds my trembling, shaking body in place with his thick, strong arms.
I lay there against his chest, totally fucking spent, as Chase comes back up for air, wildly grinning with the satisfaction of a job well done.
I chuckle and tousle his wet hair, but that’s all the energy I can expend for the moment as I lay there panting and gasping for air.
“I fucking love when you moan like that,” Eric whispers into my ear, making goosebumps rise on my exposed skin.
“You guys are amazing…incredible fucking lovers.” I reach up to kiss them both, one at a time.
Chase’s lips taste creamy and are sticky, slippery with my cum. It’s still dripping off his mouth, making him glisten and glow.
In the aftermath of my climax, I just want to lay here with them forever in the peaceful serenity of the moment.
When we finally emerge from the bath a few minutes later, Chase grabs my hand and helps pull me from the tub and wraps a soft cotton white towel around my body, rubbing me all over to pat me dry.
Then Eric takes a turn, massaging lavender scented lotion onto my skin, opening up my pores and making me feel feminine and soft as silk from my head down to my toes.
I caress my own arm, marveling at how good it feels after the massage. “Thank you,” I whisper and plant a kiss on his cheek.
He grins with eager pleasure at the kiss and the compliment, and we all file back to the bed, where we collapse on top of each other?then I scoot to the middle so that the guys won’t fight over me.
Even now that I’m as fit and thin as I’ve ever been, there’s plenty of me to go around. I never want either one of them to feel left out—because I definitely have room in my heart for both.
It feels good. Fuck, this feels important. Like everything in my life has come together all at once.