27
Georgina
"Ta-da!" Nathaniel gestures.
"So this used to be your room?" I look around the over-the-garage space. It's a large open room set up as a guest bedroom with two beds on opposite ends, a throw rug in the middle, and paintings of Colorado scenery on the walls.
"Well, it was both of ours once Adriano moved in," Nathaniel says. "I haven't been up here in years. I figured Mom would have converted it into an office or something."
"At least she took down the posters and shit from the wall," Adriano says. "There was football crap everywhere. Do you remember?"
"It was like football exploded in this room," Nathaniel says. "Are you sure you don't want to stay here tonight? Or get a place in town? There's a bed and breakfast. The owner, June, is nice. She'd be discreet."
I shake my head. "My cover story was that I came here for an interview. When my mother finds out the interview was 'cancelled', she's going to wonder what the hell I was still doing in West Bend. Or at this house, if my security blabs."
"You're a kind person who decided to visit the sister of one of your big donors as a favor because the sister has a slight obsession with you."
I laugh. "Annie was really sweet."
"Did my mother interrogate you?" Nathaniel asks. "She can be a little… intense."
"She was wonderful. Both of your parents were," I tell them, and I mean it. They're the kind of parents I wish I had – loving and kind and genuinely concerned about their kids. Paul and Bess have the kind of relationship that I'd hope to have in twenty years; the way they still looked at each other, even in the middle of a party, made it clear they are still head-over-heels in love.
"She was on her best behavior with you, then," Nathaniel says.
"Maybe." I can see how Bess could wheedle gossip out of anyone. She was casual about it, prodding gently while making dessert, but she was definitely probing. I wonder how much about me and Nathaniel and Adriano she's put together.
"Did she ask you about us?" Adriano asks.
"No. Why? Did she ask about me?"
Nathaniel and Adriano look at each other. "She knows there's something going on between the three of us, but she also knows not to say anything. In fact, she was more concerned about us hurting you."
"Hurting me?"
"She told us not to hurt you. I mean, your heart. Not you physically. Not… your ass or anything." Nathaniel babbles the way he does when he gets really nervous.
"My ass?"
"Her ass?" Adriano asks the question at the same time I do, punctuating it with a loud snort.
"I'm glad your mother wasn't worried about my ass."
"I'm worried about your ass," Adriano says, reaching out to put a hand on my butt.
"Is that so?" I ask. "What are your concerns, exactly?"
"Well, obviously I'm worried that your ass is starting to feel neglected."
"Hmm," I muse. "We don't want that."
"No, we definitely wouldn't want anything like that," Nathaniel agrees. He steps close to me, sliding his hand around my waist to pull me toward him, and I crash against his chest. He takes my mouth without another word, his kiss demanding. Reaching behind me for Adriano, I grip his shirt, turning to kiss him next. His kiss is softer, gentler.
Being with both of them is starting to feel so comfortable.
Too comfortable.
I think I might be falling for them.
The thought pops into my head as our clothes come off, and it stays in my head as they shower my body with kisses. It stays in my head as their lips cover my breasts, my thighs, between my legs. They take turns there, their tongues on me and their fingers inside me, a rhythm that's developed between them.
The thought keeps running through my head like it's on a loop, over and over as Adriano steps away and Nathaniel dives between my legs. Over and over as his fingers thrust inside me, until I start to lose any sense of reason.
Over and over until… Nathaniel pulls away and I open my eyes to see Adriano standing beside us, holding a…
"What the hell is that?" Nathaniel asks.
Adriano grins. "It's festive."
"Where did you get that?"
"I brought it with me." Adriano grins, holding up a red, white, and blue butt plug festooned with sparkly star-adorned streamers. "I like to be prepared."
"Is that a Fourth of July butt plug?" I ask. I'm not sure whether to be appalled or intrigued. Appalled. I should definitely be appalled. Except the throbbing between my legs won't let me be that appalled.
Even Nathaniel laughs. "What the fuck, dude?"
"We didn't get to go into town for the fireworks…"
"So you thought we'd make our own?" I ask.
"Every time we're together, it's fireworks. I just thought we should add a little extra…pizzazz."
"Pizzazz?" I ask.
"Well?" Adriano looks at me expectantly. "Are you going to model it for us?"
Yep, these are the guys I just might be falling for – the ones who buy patriotic butt plugs to celebrate Independence Day.
I just might be this crazy.
My eyes on Adriano, I strut over to the bed, my hips swaying exaggeratedly. Then I get on all fours, right there on the bed in their high school bedroom, and I arch my back and put my ass in the air.
I'm definitely losing my mind.
Nathaniel growls as he joins me, standing on the side of the bed near my head and guiding his cock to my mouth. The familiar taste of him sends heat rushing to my core, and when I hear the sound of a condom wrapper tearing and feel Adriano on the bed behind me, I think I might just come from the anticipation of him.
But Adriano doesn't slide his cock inside me – not yet. He teases me, his fingers sliding over my wet pussy as he reaches between my legs to rub my clit. The gesture sends arousal rushing through my entire body. A shock of cold, the wetness from the lubricant on the plug, makes me shiver and the initial pang of pain as he works it into my asshole is quickly eclipsed by pleasure as he pushes it inside.
Nathaniel grins, pulling out of my mouth. "That is fucking ridiculous."
I turn my head over my shoulder to see glittery star-spangled streamers behind me, like a sparkly, red white and blue tail. When Adriano lightly smacks them, they catch the light, sending red, white, and blue shimmers through the room. "I can't believe I'm wearing this."
"It's festive," Adriano says, but I quickly forget about any festivity as he pushes his cock against my wet entrance. I forget all about the star-spangled butt plug as Adriano's cock slides inside my pussy and I wrap my lips around Nathaniel's dick.
Then there's nothing else in the world except the nearly-overwhelming sensation of being filled by these two men.
I push my hips back, meeting Adriano stroke for stroke as he fucks me, pushing the butt plug into my ass harder and harder as his movements become more forceful. Nathaniel grips my hair on both sides, thrusting his cock into my mouth in rhythm with Adriano's strokes.
The only thing I can focus on is wave after wave of intensifying pleasure as they bring me higher and higher. All I can feel is them taking me, claiming every part of me as theirs. I'm lost in them, absolutely lost as Nathaniel murmurs to me how much he loves my sweet little mouth and Adriano tells me how warm and tight I am and how he can't wait to be inside my ass.
It's the thought of him coming inside my ass that nearly pushes me over the edge. Soon I'm moaning, the sound muted by Nathaniel's cock. Nathaniel gives me a quick warning before his cock spasms and he floods my mouth with his cum. I swallow every last drop as Adriano groans, thrusting into me over and over as he comes. His grip on my ass cheeks is tight as he pumps harder, pushing the butt plug inside me all the way to the hilt and triggering my orgasm.
I come hard, the intensity so completely overwhelming that I don't even realize the butt plug is playing music until I begin to come down, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.
I don't even realize what music it is for another second. That's how far gone I am.
When I realize what it is, my eyes go wide.
It's Hail to the Chief.
I turn to look over my shoulder at Adriano, who gives me a sheepish grin as he feverishly tries to push a button on the plug to turn it off. "I just came while Hail to the Chief played?! I don't want to be reminded of my father when you're fucking me!"
Oh my God. I'm horrified.
"Ohhhhhh. Gross. I totally didn't mean to do that," Adriano says. He's examining my ass now with an intensity usually reserved for surgeons. "I don't … this button isn't working."
The butt plug continues to blare out the synthesized version of the song.
Nathaniel is laughing, the sound erupting from deep in his chest, and if I weren't so incredibly humiliated by the fact that it's that song, I'd love the warm sound of his laughter. "Hail to the Chief," he roars, his hand going his mouth. "How the hell did you find that?"
Adriano finally finds the off button. "At a sex shop."
"I'm sorry I'm laughing," he says, doubled over. "I just can't stop. That is just… holy shit, why are you even with us?"
"I'm starting to wonder that myself," I joke as Adriano slaps me lightly on the ass. "It's probably because you have big dicks."
"Mine's bigger," Adriano says.
