Triple Team: A Military Reverse Harem Romance, page 15
She made it seem like it was some big reveal, and in a way it was. But Michael blew air out his lips.
“Yes, of course, Juliana. We knew this already.”
“Well,” she said. “We had sex. And I wasn’t sure if it meant anything, because it had just been the two of us. I hadn’t met you or Gregor yet. And then you and I went to Zurich together, and the mission was so thrilling, escaping with that scumbag’s data, and I was so attracted to you that I was afraid it was just the heat of the moment, and I didn’t want to do anything we would regret…”
Michael gave an elaborate shrug. “This is understandable. Emotions are heightened in the aftermath of such things.” He twisted to face Juliana directly. “Well?”
“Well what?”
“Adequate time has now passed for you to examine your feelings. Was it only the heat of the moment which made you attracted to me?”
Both of us sat very still while we waited for her answer.
23
Juliana
“Was it only the heat of the moment which made you attracted to me?”
Michael’s question wasn’t a surprise. It wasn’t even something I had to think about, because it had been on my mind since we left Zurich. The flight home, then the car ride back from the airport. All through dinner. The feeling from that night fleeing Bezos Accola’s estate had not dimmed at all. If anything, it was stronger now.
I was intensely attracted to Michael.
He didn’t have the overpowering muscle of Donovan, but he was lean and dangerous in his own way. A stalking cat whose every step was carefully placed. A panther with dark curls and a strong nose. His serious demeanor only added to the impression.
His surprising levity while drunk was sexy too, though in an entirely different way.
They were waiting for an answer. Both of them. And I was the right kind of tipsy to give it to them.
“I don’t know,” I said, letting my hand drift down to his pants. They were dress slacks, thin cotton which made his thigh underneath feel warm and hard. “I guess I’m attracted to you.”
I was afraid of how Donovan would react the most. Guys could be weird about this sort of thing. Protective. But he finished the bottle of wine and tossed it aside, not caring that it spilled. “Nothing wrong with that. Michael’s a good-looking dude. A solid five.”
“Five!’ Michael sputtered.
“Six in a tuxedo.”
My fingers slid closer to Michael’s bulge. It was impossible to miss. “You don’t think it’s slutty to be attracted to two guys at the same time?”
Donovan barked a laugh. “That whole thing is bullshit. Guys can sleep with whoever they want and nobody judges them for it. But if a girl explores her options and has a little fun, society slaps a label on her? Fuck that noise.”
Finally my fingers reached the outline of Michael’s massive cock. He sucked in a breath as I moved over it. “What about being with two guys? At the same time?”
I’d always wondered what it would be like. What woman hadn’t wondered, or even fantasized about it? Being in the Army, I’d had plenty of chances. If I’d asked any two random guys in my squad at Fort Hood they would’ve dropped their pants so fast it would leave a crater. But I was always terrified of getting a reputation. No girl wanted to be that girl, especially in a closed environment like an Army base.
Now I had a chance without that worry. Between that and the wine the words came out of my mouth with ease.
“Okay,” Donovan said, “that’s a little slutty.”
“Hey!”
“But in a good way. The kind of way that should be celebrated.”
I unzipped Michael’s pants and reached inside. He was fully hard, his gigantic cock an impressive sight to behold.
“Then I’ll be your slut tonight.”
I bent down and took the tip of his cock in my mouth. It was like swallowing a plum, but Michael’s loud moan turned me on enough to take as much of it as I could into my mouth until I was gagging. I pulled it out and gasped, wonderful tears in my eyes.
“Tell me what you want,” I said.
Michael’s eyes sparkled with lust. “I want those beautiful lips wrapped around me.”
Down again I went, one long stroke as far as I could go then back up again. I turned to Donovan.
“You just gonna watch?”
I bobbed my head on Michael’s tremendous girth while Donovan scrambled over to me on his knees.
This is happening. This is really happening.
Donovan bent down to kiss my shoulder but that’s not what I wanted. If I was going to be their slut tonight I wanted to really be their slut. I had his pants open within seconds and his shaft exposed, not quite as massive as Michael’s but still beautiful and plump.
“Tell me how it feels,” I ordered as I got to work.
I alternated between them, one stroke each. All the way down on Michael, back up for air, then down on Donovan.
“Oh fuck, that feels so fucking good,” Donovan said.
Michael only moaned loudly, unable to find the words while he watched with hungry eyes.
“Am I your slut?” I asked, looking from one soldier to the other.
“Such a good slut,” Donovan said, getting into it. “We can train you.”
“Mmm, train me how?”
Donovan grabbed a fistful of hair and kissed me hard, shoving his tongue into my mouth. His grip in my hair tightened and he pushed my head down on his rod, as deep as I could go until three quarters of his cock was in my mouth. The force of his need, the strength in his arm, made me instantly wet.
Just before I couldn’t take any more he pulled me back by my hair, bringing my head off his cock. I gasped and grinned up at him and he kissed me again.
“Michael’s turn,” he said, shoving me down onto his comrade’s dick. I couldn’t take much of his but I did what I could, widening my lips and trying not to gag on the hot, hard manhood.
“Juliana,” Michael moaned, turning my name into an expletive. “You are better than my wildest dreams.”
Donovan tugged and up I went. “You’ve dreamed, huh?” I managed to say between gasps.
“Many dreams. Forbidden dreams.” His hand curved over my hip and he found the place where my legs met, rubbing in a circle with his long fingers. “Dreams that have come true.”
“We’re only just starting,” I said, ending with a moan as his fingers hit just the right spot. I fixed my gaze on Donovan. “Want to know my fantasy?”
“Fantasy huh?”
“What really gets me off. I was afraid to tell you the other night.”
Telling someone your particular kink was always dangerous. You never knew how someone would react. But I wasn’t scared tonight. Not with Donovan and Michael.
“Tell us, Juliana,” Michael said, fingers digging into my pants. “Do not be afraid.”
“I want your come,” I said. “That’s what gets me off.”
“Where do you want it?” Donovan asked with a smirk.
“Face. Tits. Ass. Back. All over me, so long as I feel that hot sensation on my skin.” I hesitated. “Do you think that’s weird?”
“Hell no,” Donovan said. “We’ve all got our fetishes.”
I grabbed their cocks, one in each hand. “Okay. Then that’s my demand. Fulfill my fantasy and we can have fun tonight.”
Donovan responded by pulling me into another kiss. His tongue swirled in a circle with mine, and I closed my eyes and surrendered to how good he felt.
“Jules,” he said in a husky voice. “I’ll give you whatever you want, however you want it.”
I jerked them off a few times for good measure and then slipped out of my pants. “Don’t keep a girl waiting.”
Michael pushed aside Donovan’s hands and took over, gripping me by the waist and lifting me into the air. He placed me on the edge of the bed and then stripped his clothes; first his pants, then he pulled his shirt over his head to show off the impossible muscles of his chest and abs. I ran my hands over the ridges to make sure they weren’t painted on.
They were real. Deliciously real.
“I want you,” I said.
He took my legs in his hands and spread me wide. I grabbed hold of his warm cock and rubbed the head up and down my slit, coating it in my juices.
It won’t fit, my mind insisted. It was too big, too wide. It will hurt.
Michael must have been used to this hesitation, because he didn’t push forward. He let me take my time moving the head in and out of my lips, taking it slowly. Then a little bit of the shaft. I used my fingers to coat more of him with my natural lubrication. All the while he looked down at me with hunger in his eyes.
God, I wanted him so bad.
“Fuck me.” The words rolled out of my mouth, more emotion than thought.
He hesitated. “Juliana. I can take it slow if you—”
“Fuck me.”
The muscles in his hawkish face strained as he thrust forward. I took the first half of him without trouble, but then the pressure became intense. Right on the edge of what was painful. And although I took immense satisfaction in the ecstasy in his widening eyes, I took no direct pleasure in that first full thrust.
And then he was all the way inside of me. Every ounce of him filling my interior walls, more than I had ever taken before. He seemed to know to stop there, to let me savor the size of him before we went any further. I bit my lip and breathed heavily while he began to sweat from concentration.
“You take that dick well,” Donovan said behind me. He had his own cock out and was stroking gently, admiring the sight of me filled to the brim with another man’s hard sex. He was a Greek god of muscle, chiseled by an artist. It was unacceptable that he was over there instead of here, with me.
“Here,” I breathed, reaching for him. “I need you.”
When he came within arm’s reach I grabbed hold of his cock and pulled it toward my mouth. Laying on the edge of the bed allowed me to turn my head sideways and begin sucking him off while Michael held my legs up, arms spread like an angel. A beautiful, muscled angel.
“Sweet Christ, your mouth feels amazing.”
“She feels even better from this side,” Michael said, biting his lip. He still remained completely inside of me, but was now rotating his hips in a circle.
“I’ll get my turn,” Donovan grinned while his eyes raked over my body.
I surrendered to the sensations overwhelming me as Michael finally began to move. It didn’t hurt anymore—I was wetter than I had ever been, which had done a good job of coating him with lubrication. I moaned around Donovan’s prick while Michael paced himself, in and out with wonderful rhythm.
“Juliana,” Michael moaned. “You are so tight. So tremendously, terribly, incredibly tight!”
I gasped and looked up at him. “It’s not me who’s tight! It’s you who is enormous!”
Donovan grabbed the back of my head and pushed me back down on his cock, taking control. “She’s not wrong, pal.”
All the nerve endings in my sex were on fire with ecstasy; every stroke was a sunrise of intense pleasure. I had never had a vaginal orgasm before. I was pretty sure that was going to change tonight.
Donovan took my head in both of his strong hands and fucked my mouth faster. I tightened my lips around his shaft, trying to emulate how tight my pussy was for Michael. From the sounds coming out of his mouth I was doing a good job.
“I like fucking your pretty mouth,” Donovan sighed. “You’re a good little slut.”
“Mmm hmm.”
“You know,” Donovan said, “it’s not fair that I agreed to give you your fantasy but you didn’t ask what mine is.”
I tried to pull his cock out of my mouth to tease him back but his hands wouldn’t let me for several more strokes. I gasped when he finally let go and I looked up at him through my eyelashes. “You mean double-teaming me isn’t your deepest fantasy?”
“It’s up there,” he said. “But not at the top.”
“I’m listening.”
Michael rumbled with laughter, which vibrated through his huge shaft and into my insides. “I know what it is. Oh yes.”
“What?” I asked, unable to contain myself any longer. “Tell me!”
“You think we should?” Donovan asked Michael. As if I weren’t even there. “I bet she’d like it.”
Michael pushed all the way to the hilt inside me and paused. “I bet she would. She looks like a dirty girl.”
“Oh, I am,” I said. It was incredibly freeing being myself around them, no inhibitions. “I’m dirtier than you know.”
Donovan shrugged elaborately. “Nah. I don’t think we should tell her.”
“Please,” I said. “Please tell me. Show me.” I took hold of his erect phallus and gave it a demanding squeeze.
Donovan grinned a wolfish grin.
Michael pulled out of me before I knew what was happening, then flipped me over onto my belly so that I was bent over the edge of the bed. Donovan placed a hand on the small of my back, pushing me down into the soft sheets. I trembled with anticipation as I waited to see what he would do.
With both hands he spread my plump ass cheeks apart. After a pause to admire me he licked from my clit, up my dripping wet lips, to my puckered little asshole.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned with equal parts surprise and pleasure. I was self-conscious about it for a brief moment. I knew I had a big, thick ass, but that part of my posterior had always been off-limits. The naughty part men ignored while squeezing the flesh of my ass.
But he was licking it like it was an ice cream cone on the 4th of July, and he wanted a second scoop.
“How does her ass taste?” Michael asked.
“It tastes good,” Donovan said, planting a kiss on the inside of my thigh. “Really good.”
He buried his face in my ass again, this time wedging his tongue deep inside my rosebud. The wriggling, wiggling sensation made me shiver with new pleasure while his chin rubbed against my pussy. Any embarrassment I might have felt about having this forbidden part of my body focused on melted under the waves of ecstasy coming from his tongue.
“I think she likes it,” Michael said.
“Yes!” I managed to gasp. “She likes it very much, ohhh…”
While Donovan went to town on my rear end, Michael went to his knees on the bed before me. I wrapped my lips around his head and sucked while swirling my tongue—because I couldn’t take any more of him than that down my throat. But Michael didn’t seem to mind. He moaned and rolled his head back and gazed at the ceiling like he was in heaven.
“I like your fantasy,” I said while jacking Michael off. I twisted to watch Donovan’s face disappear in the curves of my ass, a mop of wavy blond hair tickling my skin. “I’m glad you told me.”
Even though his mouth was firmly planted on my posterior, I could see the smile in his eyes. “This isn’t my fantasy.”
“But… then what is?”
Michael chuckled some more. “Donovan is not only rimming you for his own pleasure. Though he derives much pleasure from it.”
I realized what he meant. “You’re lubing me up?”
“Have you ever tried it?” Donovan asked.
I hadn’t. I’d watched porn where girls had anal sex, but it was one of those things that always looked more fun that I thought it would be. Porn stars took it in the ass. They were professionals. Someone like me couldn’t.
Could I?
“That is a no,” Michael said with a laugh. “There is a first time for everything, though. Yes?”
Donovan’s tongue moved up between my cheeks to my lower back, kissing up the ridges of my spine. “Only if you want to,” he said. “And if you don’t like it we can—”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation. I hadn’t known it until that moment but now I was certain. “I want to try your fantasy.”
The desire on Donovan’s face could have melted steel. His thighs straddled mine and he grabbed hold of my waist, his cock sliding in between my round cheeks. Brushing against my tight little hole.
Anal sex. I was going to try it.
It’s what Donovan wanted. And that made me want it too.
Michael leaned down and kissed me while Donovan ground his shaft in between my butt cheeks. He spit on his hand and covered his tip with the saliva, then slowly pushed his head down. Michael’s tongue was in my mouth, dancing with my tongue and making me even wetter while Donovan prepared to take me from behind.
You’re about to take a big, throbbing cock in your ass. The voice was there in my head, excited by what was about to happen. He’s going to fuck you in the ass.
“Tell me what you want,” I said, pausing just long enough to speak before kissing Michael some more. I wanted to hear him say it. I needed to hear him say it.
“I want to stick it in your ass,” Donovan said in a husky voice.
“Stick what in my ass?”
“My dick,” he said. “It’s going right in that tight little ass of yours.”
I trembled with anticipation as he pressed against my tight ring, waiting for admission. Michael’s kisses helped me relax, and paired with the slick skin back there I felt his head slip inside like it was nothing. I tightened my posterior around the ridge of his head.
“Oh my God,” I said.
Michael grinned at me while stroking himself. “Yeah?”
I knocked his hand away and jerked for him. “It’s intense.”
“If you can’t handle it,” Donovan started to say.
“No! I can. Just go slow…”
He raked his fingers up and down my back while I kissed Michael, the entire time the tip of his penis was inside my ass. It was a nice little introduction. Easing into the forbidden pleasure of having my rear end filled.
And I liked it.
There was something intensely erotic about the forbidden. Donovan could fuck my pussy… But he wanted my ass for himself. He’d already worshipped it with his tongue, so why not let him have it in other ways?
“Fuck me,” I whispered while licking the underside of Michael’s gargantuan shaft.
“You sure?” Donovan hummed.
