Honestly, was it really so outlandish to assume? When he helped me gather my things, there had been one moment of recognition, and that moment on the sidewalk. Maybe he and I didn’t need words to know. Sometimes, non-verbal cues could speak so much louder than words.
Had Vladimir watched me walk away?
As I spent the afternoon shopping for lamps and bedside tables, I began to doze off with memories of all three men in my mind. Each were starting to make an imprint on my psyche. There was the endearing charm of Caleb. Then, there were the unspoken desires that came with Vladimir, and Warren’s captivating magnetism was the third tier of a cake I would have happily devoured.
Those thoughts and illicit needs followed me into my dreams. I didn’t know when I nodded off against the throw pillows of the couch. I recalled the sky turning from pink and blue to rich violet, and then, it was as if I wasn’t in the living room anymore. My clothes were different, the soft worn cotton traded for scarlet silk.
It was the ultimate fantasy of my own making.
The three men were all there: Caleb, Vladimir, and Warren. My vision faded in and out, but their touch was potent. I could feel Vladimir’s hands sliding under my clothes and up my curves. My body leaned into the touch. My head pressed against his strong shoulder, yet as I gained the weight of him from behind me, I saw Caleb ahead.
His baby blues looked so perfect. I wanted to drown in them, letting his voice and lips wash every inhibition away. Caleb reached for my hand and pressed a kiss into my palm.
“It’s nice to see you enjoying yourself,” he murmured again, the tone now darker and even more tempting.
It was nothing for my lips to part for him, to feel his kiss as Vladimir cupped my breasts. My body began to be overwhelmed by the euphoria coming from all sides. My free hand ran down a chiseled chest, lean from years of swimming, running, and biking, but it wasn’t Caleb. It was Warren’s body coming closer, his lips pressing against my torso and stomach. Slowly, he was dropping to his knees beside me, and there was only one thing on my mind.
Don’t toy with me too much, gentlemen.
And yet, there was hardly anything gentle about them. Vladimir turned my nipples into pebbles as he massaged my breasts and savored the crook of my neck. His teeth nipped at my earlobe, sending a shiver down my spine. Caleb stole every whimpering moan from my mouth, and Warren, God, Warren, he was nuzzling his nose deeper between my legs. His tongue tasted my slick folds gently, causing me to tremble, before pushing deeper and drinking me in.
There wasn’t a part of me not being devoured or worshiped. There wasn’t one man I couldn’t have. I could feel them all. I could have them all, and yet….
My eyes shot open to silent darkness.
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” I lamented to nobody.
My whole body was tingling from the fantasy, begging to be touched by someone, anyone willing to fulfill the intrinsic need. Though I almost wished from one of my paramours to step through Meara’s apartment door, all I had were my own hands and fantasies. I couldn’t dream of them or feel the weight of their fine forms, but my hand could push past the elastic of my pajama shorts and underwear. As my eyes shut again, I let the fantasy deepen.
Vladimir was holding me up.
My free hand was encouraging Caleb’s growing length.
Warren was still relishing every moment between my legs.
As I let a finger circle my clit, I didn’t hide the moans daring to escape me. I flicked and massaged as the latent pleasure flourished and grew, and I let myself believe they were all there. They were all watching, enjoying my happiness and pleasure. The climax swelled inside me before breaking like a dam, and my head threw back into the pillows. The sensation rippled across my skin. It spread a shit-eating grin across my face and invited every muscle in my body to relax. Sinking into the sofa, I sighed contentedly.
“My gentlemen,” I purred softly.
I didn’t move for a long time. The feelings were too damn good. Part of me knew it might not work. I’d never been serious with three men at once, but for these handsome professors, I was definitely willing to try.