42 - Melissa

42

Melissa

It was the absolute best way to be woken from a nap.

I was straddling Ash’s face, his powerful arms holding me down on him. Like it was the best part of his day. That turned me on every bit as much as his tongue swirling up into my drenched lips, devouring me like a starving man.

It was that enthusiasm that brought me to my first orgasm, quick and hard and then flashing out like a firework.

I had barely recovered when Noah grabbed hold of me possessively and pulled me onto his waiting cock. He was rock hard, and plunged into my soft folds without hesitation.

“Oh my God ,” he groaned, gazing up at me with lidded eyes. “I thought this was a dream.”

“She’s better than a dream,” Ash said.

I planted my knees on either side of Noah and rode him without any preamble. I didn’t want to tease it out with foreplay or sensual lovemaking; I wanted to be fucked hard and fast until none of us could move.

Noah sighed back into his pillow while gripping my waist tightly, moving me up and down. But I didn’t need any encouragement; soon I was rising and falling on his hard length as fast as I could go without losing control. Slamming my ass down on his thighs so hard it made a slapping noise over, and over, and over.

Ash was behind me, kissing a trail from my lower back all the way up my spine. As he reached my neck, I felt his enormous cock press against my left ass cheek, rubbing with delicious friction as I continued riding Noah.

“I’m still sore from last time,” I warned him, just so he didn’t get the wrong idea of what kind of threesome this was.

“I figured,” he replied, nibbling at my earlobe.

“Even if you weren’t, I’m not sure you could handle him,” Noah added, palms moving up to my breasts.

Ash chuckled. “Probably not.”

“Keep kissing me,” I commanded Ash. He obliged, lips worshiping every inch of skin along my neck, shoulders, and then back.

I was doing it again. Having another threesome. This time we were all sober, which allowed me to savor every detail of the scintillating sexual act. Two bodies on either side of me, each unique while still being incredibly manly. My body was alive with excitement as I considered what we were doing. Deep down, part of me had wondered if the first threesome we’d had would be the last. It felt so wonderful that I was wrong.

We were doing this again, and hopefully would many more times after this.

I stopped overthinking it as Ash’s hands went to my waist, pulling me up off Noah. As soon as I was empty, Ash guided himself into me from behind, plunging his cock into my waiting lips. He was so much thicker than Noah, but I was warmed up enough that it felt incredible , filling every nook and cranny of my inner walls. Stretching and widening me.

“You feel better than I remember,” he groaned into my ear.

I couldn’t respond with words, because then he was slamming into me from behind with long, hard strokes. He pushed me down, my clit rubbing against the underside of Noah’s stiff length. The blond doctor leaned forward and took one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking and nibbling and swirling his tongue in time with Ash’s demanding thrusts.

And as Ash’s breathing became shallow, and I was certain he was going to explode inside me, he abruptly stopped and then pulled all the way out. “Your turn.”

Noah was inside me again quicker than I could blink. Rather than riding him, now Noah was pushing up into me from underneath while I remained still. Ash’s hands curved around my ribs and squeezed both breasts, pulling me so that my back was arched. I turned to look at him, admiring the tattoos stretched tight across his muscular frame. He kissed me hard, shoving his tongue into my mouth.

They alternated like that, each of them having their way with me until they were right on the edge, then stopping right before going over. Edging themselves for me, making it last longer. By the fourth or fifth switch, I was practically begging them to come.

Ash was the first one to give in, gripping my ass with both hands and slamming into me as deep as he could. He lasted three strokes before I felt his cock shudder within me.

Then he pulled out and stroked himself, spilling the remainder of his hot, sticky seed onto my ass. While moaning, he planted a hand on my lower back and pushed me down onto Noah’s waiting cock. I rode him for three strokes before his eyes widened and he gasped too, adding his own come to Ash’s inside my trembling walls.

I bucked a few more times, and Ash’s teeth scraped along the back of my neck while he caught his breath. Noah leaned up and brushed his tongue into my mouth for an instant, then he collapsed back onto his pillow.

Ash fell sideways on the bed, pulling me with him. With one arm around my neck and another around my waist, he held me tightly, not caring about the sticky mess he had left on my back.

“Mmm, good morning,” I said when I was finally able to speak.

Noah glanced at his watch. “It’s one in the afternoon.”

“I’m too satisfied to care.”

“Same,” Ash said next to me.

“Seriously, I was having the most intense dream about you,” I told Ash. “We were having sex on the via ferrata.”

He snorted. “Sounds acrobatic.”

“Probably. I was too busy enjoying the sex to worry about the height. And then I woke up and you were going down on me.”

Ash smirked. “Was hoping you’d like that.”

“I liked that very much. Five stars. Would recommend. How was work?”

Ash told me about the two shifts he’d finished, and within minutes Noah was fast asleep again.

“He’s all tuckered out,” Ash said.

“He had a long shift, apparently.”

“We can’t all lay around having sex all day,” he teased.

I shoved him playfully. “That sounds a lot like judgment!”

“Zero judgment. That sounds like the ideal day.”

I cuddled up against his huge body. “It really, really is.”

We eventually fell asleep too. Next thing I knew, the shower was running and Ash was stretched out on his back, scrolling something on his phone.

“You slept like you were the one who worked all night,” he said.

“What can I say? You both wore me out!”

When Noah finished in the shower, Ash got up to take his place. “You won’t accept a bed, but you’ll use my shower?”

“Yup,” he said, stripping off and stretching with his hands above the bathroom door frame. I admired his painted body for a few seconds until he disappeared inside.

“You know what I love to do after a double shift?” Noah asked me.

“More threesomes?” I asked hopefully.

“Yes, but also lying in bed watching TV,” he replied.

“Count me in, depending on what you want to watch.”

Noah put on some sweatpants but left his chest bare, and slid into bed next to me. “I have a guilty pleasure. You have to promise not to judge me.”

“I definitely can’t promise that!”

He glared at me. “Grey’s Anatomy.”

I sputtered a laugh. “Seriously? Grey’s? It’s been on for like twenty seasons!”

“Twenty-one,” he clarified. “And if you’re going to make fun of me for it, I’m going to make you sleep outside in Ash’s tent.”

I let the sheet covering my breasts slip down a few inches and said in my most sultry voice, “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Fine. You called my bluff.”

“But I’m not making fun of you. I’m just surprised a doctor like you would enjoy this. Isn’t it, like, super inaccurate?”

“That’s what makes it fun!” he said, turning on the TV. “I get to laugh at all the mistakes.”

Ash came out of the bathroom a few minutes later. “Fuck yeah, this is right after George died.”

I blinked up at him. “Seriously?”

“What?” Ash asked. “He’s a whiny little fucker.”

“You misunderstood my surprise. You watch Grey’s?”

“You don’t know me,” he replied, crawling under the sheets nude. “It was always on the prison TV.”

We relaxed together in bed for a while. When we got hungry, Ash had two pizzas delivered, then went downstairs to get them—still nude. Noah complained about eating food in his bed, but Ash and I berated him until he relented.

It was like a little pizza slumber party. With two of my lovers. It still felt weird to think about having multiple lovers at the same time, but I was coming around to the idea.

My mom called later that night when we were on our fifth episode. I was comfortably situated between Noah and Ash, so I answered it without getting out of bed. “Hi, Mom!”

“Are you okay?” she demanded. “I haven’t gotten any updates for a few days. Your father told me not to nag you, but you’re making it difficult!”

“My ankle is still healing,” I told her. “I might need to stay here another week or two.”

“What about work? Did you ever clear up your PTO issue with your supervisor?”

“Yeah! I totally cleared it up,” I winced. I hated lying, especially to my parents. “It’s not an issue. I can do whatever I want and my boss won’t care.” That was more truth than lie.

“Aren’t you bored sitting around in a tiny mountain town?” she asked. “Do you need me to send you some books to read? I can overnight them.”

“I have a Kindle. I can download every book in the world.” I glanced at the men on either side of me. “But I’m not bored at all. I’m fine.”

Ash reached over and squeezed my thigh. “You’re fine all right.”

I put a finger to my lips and shushed him.

Mom rambled on a little longer, and I let her. There was a hurricane in the gulf threatening Florida, but they were inland enough that it wouldn’t affect them. Dad was worried, though, and wanted to buy a whole-home generator.

When I eventually hung up, Noah paused the TV. “You’re going to stay longer?”

“I’m thinking about it.”

He frowned like a doctor. “Is your ankle still bothering you? I thought the test hike went well. What kind of range of movement do you have?”

“It’s better every day,” I replied. “I’m almost ready to go. But honestly, I’m really enjoying myself here. It won’t hurt anything to delay my hike for a week or two. The trail isn’t going anywhere. As long as you guys don’t mind my company…”

“I’d really like that,” Noah said.

“Fuck yeah,” Ash agreed. “We can get into a lot of trouble with you in two weeks.”

I kissed him on the cheek. “I can’t wait to see what you come up with.”

Noah was ready to pass out after the eighth episode of Grey’s Anatomy, just before midnight. I used Noah’s spare toothbrush and then crawled into bed just as Ash was getting up to leave.

“The bed is warmer than your tent,” I said.

“Plus,” Noah added sleepily, “this specific bed has one thing your tent lacks: a nude Melissa. Soft, warm, irresistible Melissa…”

His fingers danced up my leg under the covers.

“Fine,” Ash said grumpily. “I’ll stay until you two fall asleep.”

He climbed back into bed with us, but rolled over facing the other direction. I pressed my chest against his bare back and sighed.

“You’re too small to be the big spoon,” he rumbled.

“I’m not the big spoon,” I replied. “I’m your jetpack.” I held onto him tightly and made sputtering engine noises.

That pulled a laugh from Ash, and I felt his body relax. I liked the sound of him laughing. A rare treat from the intimidating man.

Noah cuddled up on the other side of me, and I fell asleep wedged between their perfect masculine bodies.

Both of them had early mornings, so they got up while it was still dark and kissed me goodbye. “Stay in bed as long as you want,” Noah instructed. “Consider this place yours.”

I liked the sound of that. I also liked being kissed goodbye by multiple men. It was such a strange experience, especially since they were both present for the other’s kiss. Maybe that’s what made it okay, rather than feeling like I was sneaking around with different guys.

But I liked dividing my attention among them. I had wondered if being with three men would diminish the experience with them individually, but that wasn’t true at all. Instead, it had the effect of elongating this period of the relationship when everything was new and we couldn’t get enough of each other. Drawing it out, making it last longer. Like alternating between three TV shows rather than binging a single one in a week.

I vaguely wondered if it would be the same if these turned into long-term relationships. If seriously dating three men would elongate every aspect of being with someone, for years.

I gave myself a little shake. The future wasn’t guaranteed. I was supposed to be enjoying the present without overthinking things. That’s why this was working, and what made it so damn fun.

Eventually, I pulled myself out of bed and rode my bike back to Jack’s campsite. The man himself was on his porch, pouring food into the bowls of four waiting cats. He gave me a big smirk when I stopped my bike in front.

“There’s a gorgeous sight.”

“I was going to say the same thing to you.” I leaned the bike against the building and skipped up the porch steps to give him a kiss. His body reacted hungrily, pulling me into him and searching with his tongue. I responded by appreciating his body with my hands, the broad back and firm, muscular butt…

“You keep doing that,” Jack warned, “and I’ll be forced to skip the rest of my chores and take you into that cabin over there.”

I smiled up at him innocently. “And do what?”

His grin was hungry. “Whatever I want.”

I let out a giggle, gave him a final kiss, then pulled away from his embrace. “I don’t want to distract you today. Get some work done and we can have our fun later.”

My fingers dragged down along the bulge at the front of his pants before I walked away.

“Hey,” he said.

I turned around. There was a funny look on his face.

“What if you stayed?” he asked. “What if you stayed in Crested Butte?”