I sit down on my bed and adjust to lay my head on my pillow and prop my legs up before grabbing my vibrator. I allow myself to think of all three guys now. I want to think about them all.
About Colton in his briefs, his hair falling just above his eyes, chest full of puffs of it, and the lines running down his stomach to show off just how much he worked out. I can’t help but drool at the sight. When it’s mixed with Devon’s image flitting through my mind, muscles rippling down his arms, a slightly pudger stomach from spending so many hours a day sitting in a chair, I seriously feel my panties go wet. Then, there’s Owen. He’s leaner, with a tighter form then Devon and even Colton and I think it’s just from his job as a cop. But his dirty blonde hair and sharp jaw is what gets to me. All of them have that hair chest. I’ve officially seen all three without a shirt and I can’t lie when I say I fucking love hairy chests.
I press the vibrator on and let it start between my fingers. I press against the nub of my right nipple, licking the fingers of my free hand and squeezing my left nipple, twisting it gently. I lay my head back and close my eyes, letting myself fall into fantasy land. To where all three guys are mine. To where they let their erections pop out of their briefs, pointed out like rods for me. I graze the vibrator down my skin until I hit my vagina. I slow my movements and gently run it down my clit, sending flares of pleasure zipping through me.
I dip my finger down, a groan escaping my lips, as I jam the vibrator into me. It lights everything up, shooting through me as I slowly push my finger in and out, feeling the walls cave in and pull apart with each thrust. I lick my fingers of my free hand again and tug and twist my nipple, playing with it for a moment before switching to my other nipple and repeating the action. I buck my hips, pushing my finger deeper inside. I thrust harder, a little faster. My breathing becomes labored.
Colton undresses inside of my mind again. I reach out and grab Devon’s erect cock. Owen wears his police officer’s jacket only; the rest of him is nude. All have erections just for me. All are handsome in their own way and drive me insane. Owen climbs on top of me and thrusts himself into me while Colton makes himself visible next to me, Devon standing next to him before sliding to the ground and taking Colton’s dick in his mouth. Owen pushes deep into me and entices a moan to escape my lips, my head falling back. He’s vibrating profusely, sending waves of pleasure shooting through my entire body. I drip out, my walls close and open, close and open. I gasp for breath, hips bucking as he moves faster. Colton groans, and I side-eye him and Devon. Colton grabs Devon’s head, tugging his head back and forth quickly. Devon reaches down to his own dick and grabs it, pumping himself. Owen moves faster, and I whimper, the pleasure searing through me, building. I groan, and my hips buck up as I release, exploding as I fall back to the bed.
I blink rapidly, and the guys are gone. I’m alone in my room, and I feel myself still pumping against my finger and the vibrator, the orgasm running its course. With a groan, I pull out my finger and drop the toy next to me. Sweat clings to my forehead and pastes my hair against it. I close my eyes, feeling my body roll over in numbness that I know is the pleasure trickling through.
Fuck, that felt good. My head is spinning. But as the high of my self-pleasure begins to fade, I feel the emptiness that’s left behind. I know it’s from the lack of guys actually on and around me.
I pick the vibrator back up, reaching to my bedside table for a Kleenex to wipe it up. When I’m done, I get up and cross back to my dresser, putting it back in the place it belongs to avoid prying eyes. I don’t feel like getting dressed again, and part of me wishes I could just leave my room butt-ass naked and not worry about what others will think about it. It isn’t that the guys will criticize me. It’s the fact that they’ve got girlfriends and can’t look. I want them to see what they’re missing, but I also feel like traipsing around in my birthday suit will only result in them avoiding me for the time being. That they’ll get on me for doing it. I wouldn’t blame them, but I don’t want them to tell me that. I want them to get erections from seeing me. I want them to want to take me right there in the middle of the apartment and have their way with me. Fuck, I want them.
I hate how my mind works. How my body craves all three of them now. Because Colton had to wake up in only his briefs, didn’t he? He had to give me a fucking view, knowing I wasn’t allowed to touch. Fucking assholes.
I lay back down on my bed and twist both of my nipples, allowing a tingle to prickle through me. I let myself relax and stare up at the ceiling. I don’t want to do anything right now. I feel too good right now, and I know it’s probably because of masturbating. Nothing wrong with that, and for the moment, I simply revel in it.
I like pretending I can be with them. I like living in a fantasy land where only the four of us exist together. No other girlfriends, no tension. Just us together.
“Gracie,” Devon says loudly, and my door opens, yanking me out of my daydream, my head snapping to the side to meet his eyes.
He stares at me, and I deliberately run my tongue over my lips, tugging at my nipples as if to prove a point. His eyes start there and run down to my pussy. I part my legs and see him swallow nervously. His hand grips my doorknob tighter. When I got home, I found it just Devon here. So, I know it’s just us. He hesitates, struggles, and steps further into my room. Slowly, he pushes the door closed, his free hand fumbling with the buckle and zipper of his pants. I run my hand down and part my folds with my fingers teasing him. I’m still tingling all over with pleasure and can go for another round. Except this time, it won’t be my hand doing the job.
I know it’s wrong. Devon knows it’s wrong. That fact is sizzling right between us, but we ignore it for the time being. Devon’s pants and briefs drop, letting his erection pop right on out just like I’d imagined. I groan in desire for it, eager to feel him inside of me again. I point at my bedside table drawer where I keep the condoms and watch as he moves to retrieve one, closer than before. As he lingers above me, his eyes sweep down my body again, and I feel excitement flutter through me. I love the way he looks at me, appraising me. Like I’m the only girl he’s ever been with in the world.
This is wrong. He’s got a girlfriend, but I don’t care at the moment. I don’t want to be a secret; I told him that the day before. But I literally can’t comprehend exactly why at the moment. For now, all I care about is getting him inside of me and feeling him again. I know it’s selfish, and I probably shouldn’t allow this to happen, but as Devon pulls off his shirt and tosses it to the ground, even the little bit of hesitation inside me disappears.
Devon dips down and captures my lips with his, just like he had the night before. Instead of pushing him aside this time, I grab at him and pull him down on me. Laying down on me, he presses his erection against my thighs, ready to thrust in.
“Devon,” I breathe, wrapping my arms around his neck and digging my fingers into his hair.
We kiss heavily again, full of heat. I push at his chest and grab the condom he’s still holding, offering it to him. Devon eyes it for a moment before taking it and sitting up on his knees. I watch as he pops it open and slides the latex condom over his dick. As he crawls back over me, Kate flickers through my mind. She’s a sweet girl, for the most part. Very defensive of her relationship, can’t blame her for that. But a sweet girl, nonetheless. She doesn’t deserve this. She doesn’t deserve to be cheated on.
The latex presses against my folds, and I push at his chest again, stopping him. “What about Kate?” I ask.
He stops, blinking in surprise as if he, too, hadn’t been thinking straight.
“Kate?” he echoes and then pulls back, sitting on his knees again. “Shit. I even told her we’d get married.”
I sit up on my elbows, eyes widening. “Are you fucking serious? You’re about to fuck me, and you’re literally fucking engaged?”
Now I’m hurt, and my self-pleasure is fading. He looks away from me, pressing his lips together, and takes a long moment to respond. “Not exactly engaged. I just said we’d get married after the couple retreat.”
I pull myself to a sitting position. “That’s basically engaged,” I point out, my voice hitching, bottom lip wobbling. “You were about to fuck me, Devon.”
I’m hurt. I really am.
“I don’t want to be a secret,” I continue. “I don’t want to be a side whore. I want something meaningful. I don’t want that bullshit I’ve been through before. I told you that last night.”
“I know—”
“I don’t think you do,” I interrupt. “You’re supposed to be the logical one, yet you’re thinking with your fucking dick. Like a typical guy. You see an easy lay and try to take it. Then you’re going to go off with your housewife and have a family and—”
He kisses me, shutting me up. I fall for it again, unable to help myself. For a moment, I fall prey to his touch, to my desires and dreams. Then I get my head together and push him off me again.
“I’ll make it right,” he promises and reaches down, yanking the condom off his dick before climbing off my bed. “I swear, Gracie. Then you and I can be together again.”