Autumn
“Do you need to work tomorrow morning?” Trevor asks me just after Garrett closes the door behind him.
“You mean later today,” Adrian corrects.
“I do, but I don’t want you to leave.” I should be tired, but there’s so much … something — excitement? bliss? — flowing through my veins that I feel like I could stay awake for a week.
“We should go soon, too,” Adrian says.
“But not yet,” I say, and then I add the next bit before I think better of it. “You could stay, actually. I mean, my bed isn’t too big, but one of you could sleep with me and I have a sleeping bag.” My words come out in a rush and I feel silly as soon as I say them.
The two men look at each other for just a second before Trevor says, “We could stay, if you want us to.”
“I do, and I don’t need to go to sleep yet. I’d like to get more practice with my new skills,” I say looking at them both.
“Practice is good,” Adrian says.
Trevor steps closer, threading his fingers into my hair, tilting my head back in preparation for a kiss. “Such an eager student,” he murmurs. “But remember, the original plan was to get you off. That’s what we’re here for.”
“I won’t argue,” I say as he leads me back to the bed.
Both of them do get me off, with some very impressive tongue skills and a couple of talented fingers, and because there’s no way I want to leave them frustrated, I return the favor with my mouth on their cocks. Instead of pulling away when they’re about to come, I stay put, and prepare myself to take their cum in my mouth. For Trevor, I don’t manage to take it all because it’s a shock, and my mouth gets full, but when I do Adrian next, I remember to swallow and I’m able to take everything he gives me. Both men seem very impressed and make jokes about me being a fast learner.
I don’t even want to look at the clock when we finally lie down with the intention to sleep. Trevor graciously offers the bed to Adrian, and I’m instantly nervous when we get under the covers together. It doesn’t make sense to feel shy after what we’ve done tonight, but I’ve never shared my bed with a man, and Adrian’s good looks still intimidate me.
“Do you want to spoon?” he asks, his voice taking on an intimate quality in the dark.
“Oh, um … if you want to.” I can’t tell if he’s just asking to be polite, or maybe because space is tight in my bed. I wish I had a king sized bed so I could sleep between both men.
“Roll on your side,” he says. “I’m the big spoon.”
When I turn away from him, he wraps an arm around my middle and pulls me snug against him, my back pressing into his chest. I put a clean pair of panties on before getting in bed, and Adrian put his underwear on, but I can still feel his cock pressing against my ass. I keep perfectly still even though I’m tempted to wiggle against him.
“Are you comfortable?” he asks, his head on the pillow just behind mine, his fingers resting in a position where they graze the bottoms of my bare breasts.
“Mm-hmm. Are you?”
“Yeah. This is nice,” he says, and I’m ridiculously pleased that he feels that way. “You play the guitar?” he asks after a moment of silence during which I adjust my breathing to match the rise and fall of his chest.
“Yeah … I’m actually playing my first gig the night after tomorrow.”
“Really? Where?” He sounds impressed, and I’m ridiculously pleased about that too.
“Just a little bar on the island. Do you know Rusty’s?”
“Yeah, I’ve been there. That’s a great place. Not as little as it used to be, either. You must be really good.”
“Eh, I hope. I’m going to be so nervous.”
“You’ll do great,” he says, and I appreciate the encouragement, even though it doesn’t mean much when he’s never heard me play. “So you work with Garrett?” he asks.
“Yeah. He and I are the IT department at a small plastics company.”
“IT. That’s cool,” he says, making me giggle.
“What you mean to say is, that’s boring.”
“Do you think it’s boring?” he asks. “Is that why you’re getting into music?”