I jerk in surprise when Tank puts a hand on my hip to lean in. Echo pauses at my jerk but doesn’t pull away. Tank waits but when I don't pull away his lips brush against my temple before finding his own path down my neck. I let out a sound of pleasure in the back of my throat. Even so my body stays taut, as tight as a too-tight string, afraid I'd separate just as violently.

  I shudder as Tank’s hand brushes confidently against my breast, cupping it in his big hand and rooting until he finds my nipple. It isn’t much of a hunt, they were so erect they ached against the confines of my bra.

  The rough hand on the back of my neck and the partnered one at my hip directs me to my hands and knees. I gasp at the harshness of it, and my pussy clenches at the silent order of his fingers that direct my gaze up to meet Tank’s eyes. I never noticed before, but his eyes are the color of a rich smooth bourbon. Comforting, deep, that burns and warms you on the inside. So far perfectly what I know him to be. I watch Tank as he moves to sit on the armrest of my couch, while Echo yanks down my sweat pants and I hear his groan as he discovers I’m panty-less.

  When he cups my sex, a hiss bubbles up from my throat, my body arches up, and Tank is there to swallow my reaction in a searing kiss. Echo’s lips are kissing the dimples on either side of my spine as two of his fingers find how embarrassingly wet I already am. Tank is humming in my mouth, and a clever tongue makes me whimper just as much as the fingers inside me that start to move do.

  Confident hands slip inside the front of my shirt, pushing my bra down to expose my hanging breasts. My cheeks pink as I imagine myself in this moment, but it’s a fleeting thought as my nipples are grasped between his roughened pads and massaged in a skillful twist. His mouth is hot and allows the echoes of my cries to be consumed as the rhythm of harsher fingers thrust inside of my body, arching, scraping the very sensitive walls deliciously. The sound of my wetness is embarrassing to hear yet with how they moan simultaneously to my response to them makes me feel less unbalanced. I can feel my body move past its initial reservation as I lean into Echo’s touch. As Tank allows me to catch my breath, I notice Tank’s erection is straining so hard against his jeans that I can swear I see the veins that are sure to be wrapped around it. Tentatively I reach for him. Even before I touch his jeans his erection jumps to brush my hovering fingertips.

  “Eager?” I breathe as I look up at Tank.

  “Ouch!” I twist to see an actual smirk on Echo’s face.

  “Don’t tease him,” he looks down at the red spot his hand left behind and his smirk blossoms just as the spot does. For a second, I can’t tear my eyes from him. Though that spot will be there for much longer than his smile lasts. Now he is back to his original task at making my insides his bitch.

  When I turn back to Tank my question punished by Echo only turns out to be correct. There is something very eager to get my attention. Tank’s pants are hanging down his legs, his erection bobs in front of my face, pre-cum welling up at the tip.

  “He did say not to tease me, I think you need to prove you know how to play nice.” The smile he wears right now is one I may in any other circumstances want to wipe off his face and try and teach him a lesson of my own...but right now it only makes a quiver run down my body, and my insides clench. Echo growls behind me, and the hand grasping my ass squeezes harder.

  I want so badly to lick that pre-cum from his erection, I want him to be putty in my hands in a very literal way, but I’m not sure if I can cross this line. I never thought I would find myself in this position, posed between two beautiful men that clearly want and desire me despite my obvious imperfections, and if I want, a relationship. Who would ever think this was a possibility for them? No one that I know surely. So what makes me want to try? What if I just make it worse? If I do this I can’t ever go back, and if I do something embarrassing tonight...I...Oh..

  “Show me you can play nice, Lidia,” Tank’s fingers are strumming my pert nipples like a fine-tuned instrument he could play blind, and Echo is digging deeper with his fingertips working my insides like they are inverted and easy for him to see. J.E.S.U.S.

  To quiet how “embarrassing” my screams may have been I take Tank into my mouth and moan around his thick silky hardness as the first orgasm hits me.

  Tank bucks into my throat on a curse, my nipples forgotten as his fingers tangle in my hair. Echo jerks his fingers out of my body, I gasp at the sudden shock of it. Tank pushes me farther down, and before I can really adjust, Echo’s mouth latches onto my swollen clit and my eyes become blurry as another orgasm crashes over me.

  Moaning I take in air as Tank releases me, and Echo continues but with slow languished circles around my tender flesh.

  They are waiting, waiting for my reaction, I can see it in the hesitation of Tank’s fidgeting fingers, and feel it in Echo’s sweet, slow pace. It's endearing but I am past the hesitancy. Walking away without the full experience would be a crime to more than just myself.

  Tank’s erection is pink from my suction, but I want to turn it red in an attempt to empty his balls of everything, until he is just as spent as me.

  So when I lick the underside of it, I look him in the eye trying to speak my intention without words. With the answer of unfocused eyes under heavy lids I suspect I succeeded.

  Chapter 17.5

  Jesus! Those eyes are practically simmering and my balls tighten as her lips take me, her mouth swallows and her tongue swirls without mercy. Ohhhh her message is so damn clear, she wants the blood rushing from my erratic pumping heart, but she will have to settle for cum. However, if she is this eager in everything she may just steal the organ right from my chest. She is taking pleasure from my cock, and it’s only being used as a glorified popsicle, and H-Christ I’m loving every heartbeat of it! Her little moans and full body swivel are driving me up the wall crazy. I can't even spare the reasoning part of my brain a moment to accept that Echo’s eager mouth on her pussy may have a part in her overzealous behavior. My fingers thread into her thick soft locks to keep the view as I disappear in, out, and in again. A loud smack to her ass brings me partially out of my haze that is Lidia to find Echo smirking at me. I know that smirk well, but it is usually never applied to women. It tells me he knew all too well where I had been, and where my thoughts had wandered because he himself is there riding along with me. She’s like a fucking voodoo witch or some shit, and I am convinced she is going to toy with us until there is nothing left, and she is all we will know.

  That look on Tank’s face is all I need. He is as ensnared just as I am. I rub the developing handprint as I watch Lidia doing her best to drain Tank of his dignity and the contents of his balls. I can tell if I don't move us now she will do just that, and before we get to the fun stuff. I look at Tank and jerk my head to the bedroom before I start to make my way there. Lidia catches my movement and lets Tank pop from her mouth. Her look is questioning but I don't stop. Nor do I stop stripping my clothes as I go. By the time I'm in her bedroom I'm completely nude. Standing by the side of the bed I wait for them to follow, and I'm glad I don't have to wait long. Tank walks in first in his haphazard state, Lidia trailing behind holding onto his hand still looking a little dazed. Her hair is a little wild with how Tank had used it as handlebars. If I had anything to say about it, we were going to ride her as hard as we did our Harleys and she would feel us days after we were done with her. There’s an animal urge to consume her, a base instinct to ruin her for all others, even to the point where she herself knows it without even realizing it until it’s too late. Holding out my hand to her she comes almost as if without thought, but I see the small exchange she has with Tank before her hand reaches mine. A brush against his arm, a tilt of her head, an exchange that only a few would notice, but nothing escapes me. Jealousy should have been there if it were to follow the same pattern as it has been as of late, but I find there is no green in my gaze, only gratitude. My relationship with Tank is the only real connection I seem to have kept intact since Iraq only because he was there at my worst. Something settles in me seeing the silent exchange, not unlike mine and Tank’s. Together we can make this work, I know it, now it’s all about convincing her.

  Echo’s face as he starts to strip Lidia of her clothing is the most peace I’ve seen since knowing him. It hurts to see it only as a result of Lidia, but in equal amounts grateful, because it hurt more seeing the haunted faraway look he used to be in more often before she sashayed in our lives. I pull my shirt over my head and fold it, placing it on top of the dresser, then I go to my jeans, but my head jerks up as I hear her soft groan. His fingers are grasping her generous hips, her arms are covering her breasts though they are crushed against his front, and he is speaking low into her ear. She is a vision. Curvy yet delicate, her eyes flicker close on another exhale, her hair flowing in waves down her back to almost touch her round ass, and as she releases her hold around her breasts to let them lay in their natural glory, Echo says, “Stunning,” and I couldn’t agree more, though I am surprised to hear him pay such a delicate compliment. I can only pray that this will work.

  Soon Tank sidles behind Lidia and I know he is as eager as I am, but we both agreed to take it slow despite how badly we may want her. So for Lidia’s sake I let Tank lead, and I give him a little nod to tell him so. He snakes an arm around her middle and kisses a soft path from her neck to her shoulder and suddenly hurtles them on the bed, and her surprised laugh and his chuckle breaks the tension in the air. How he knew it was what she needed I will never understand, but I am glad one of us can give it to her. I join them on the bed though more gently. Tank kisses her quick on the mouth before he starts his travel down her body. I watch him for a second kissing all the places that I would have missed, the curve of her breast, the sides of her abdomen, the little scar on her right hip that had indeed escaped my notice in my earlier haste. It leaves me with a need to kiss her, so I do, with my hard and unsweet way, and I aim to kiss her breath away. My fingers find the closest nipple and I roll it between my roughened trigger fingers. She gasps into my mouth, and I’m not sure if it is from what I am doing or what Tank is doing but suddenly I know it doesn’t matter, just as long as she is sated in the end. Listening to myself think it makes me wonder if my balls have fallen off, but I have a suspicion even if I find them, they are hers regardless.

  She is so wet and sweet against my tongue. My dick aches to see how sweet for itself, but my mouth is determined to feel her come again against my chin. I want her to be dripping when I finally take her. I am nothing if not generous. I don't know her body yet, but a woman has certain tells when about to come and I have a feeling she is getting close. Her little noises are gaining volume, her hips grinding against my bearded face that there’s no doubt her inner thighs would show her effort of later, and her hand delves in Echo’s hair as he tastes a nipple, her glassy eyes hooded. My dick is so hard at the thought of her cumming, I am almost maddened. I think of myself as a patient gentleman but I prove myself wrong when as the first wave of her orgasm hits, my mouth abandons her pussy, her mewl of plea went right to my gut, but I need to be inside her. She is so fucking warm, she grips me like a fucking vice, and her gasp of pleasure is enough for me to keep going. I’m not going to stop until she is squeezing me again and forcing me to come myself.

  Chapter 17.75

  They are driving me to complete distraction! How can I possibly keep in my right mind? Echo is demanding my upper body to beg with his continual plucking and rubbing of my nipples and seducing my mouth with consuming kisses I could get drunk on. Tank is making my body quake as his rough hands dig into my thighs to open me up to him as he rocks in with steady strong strokes, his thumb nimbly stroking my clit with almost the right pressure.

  “You like this don't you,” Echo whispers in my ear.

  “Yes,” I breathe unable to hide a blush.

  “What would make you love it?”

  I whimper, I’m not sure I can handle it being any better than this. My body is more alight than I can ever remember it being, buzzing with built up tension that at any minute I am sure will make me implode.

  I don’t realize that he takes my silence as a challenge, but as his mouth starts heading away from mine my brain at first can’t comprehend where he is going. Though as my back arches off the bed as his mouth latches firmly onto my over-sensitized clit it all becomes clear and blurry at the same time.

  Tank’s thrusts become more frantic and harder still, and with so much concentration being centered in one place it only takes another caress of a tongue coupled with another harsh thrust and my vision darkens at the corners as the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had crashes over to consume me.

  Chapter 18

  My vision clears quickly as I see Echo leaving the room and Tank disappearing into the bathroom. My brain should still be high on pheromones, but now I’m insecure. Both of them left so quickly afterwards that it makes me wonder what I did wrong. I sit up and start to wrap myself in the sheet, but then Tank comes out of the bathroom wearing only a smile.

  Being so distracted before I hadn’t really taken a moment to take him in. He is so colorful. Almost every inch of him is covered in tattoos just as I had thought. As he gets closer, I notice that under all the color there are more scars he hides than Echo. His body is just as hard and fit but harder to tell with so much ink.

  He bends down for a quick kiss before he starts to tug on the fabric of the sheet. I let him willingly pull it from me as he gets back into bed and covers us both up. I can feel my face blush at the intimacy of the moment, though it seems odd that it isn’t being shared with Echo too.

  He must have seen the conflict in my eyes, though I doubt I am hiding it well. “He’s okay with this,” he holds me tighter against himself to make his point loud and clear. He kisses the tip of my nose to seal the deal.

  “Do you think so?” I’m not sure why the insecurity has continued to linger. I can hear Echo rummaging in my kitchen, so I know at least he hasn’t left, but he hasn’t come back like Tank had.

  “I know so. He’s just giving us our time together. You know we haven’t been alone in an intimate setting before, and he is giving that to us.”

  “How do you know?”

  He starts to chuckle, and I like the vibrations it makes through my body. “I have been Echo’s interpreter for years. I probably know what he’s thinking before he does.”

  “That makes me feel a bit better then.”

  He laughs again, saying, “That tickles.”

  “Oh.” I hadn’t even noticed that my fingers were tracing the outlines of his tattoos until he clasps a hand over mine. “I’m sorry,” I say.

  “Don’t be, it felt good until you hit a ticklish spot.” He lets my hand go, “Please, keep going.”

  You don’t have to ask me twice. It feels nice to take my time and explore him. He smiles at me, and it makes me bashful though I’m not sure why after all that we’ve done together. My eyes, instead of taking in his facial features, follows the trail of my fingers. I am following a really thick line and as I continue to trace, the whole picture comes into view and I stop.

  “That is probably the saddest excuse I’ve ever seen for a clown,” I say. He has a five o'clock shadow, his mouth is turned severally down at the edges, his top hat tilted well off to one side, and the eyes are starker than the red nose. Those eyes are haunted with a sorrow that I don’t think I can even comprehend. I want to look away from it but something familiar about the clown makes me unable to look away.

  “Of course you’d find that one amongst all that I showcase.”

  That makes me look up into his face, “Why do you sound not so pleased about that?”

  “It’s just not something I thought I would talk about today.”

  “We don’t have to if you don’t want,” I shrug to try to convince us both it won’t eat away at me.

  He starts to chuckle, “You are easier to read than Echo. He has his poker face down, you on the other hand...do you even have a poker face?”

  I smack him on the arm and start to laugh myself, “Well now you need to tell me.”

  “I don’t know, I kind of like to prolong your anticipation.”

  “Oh come on! I think I’ve had enough angst today.”

  His eyebrows rise, “Angst?! You’re such a drama queen!”

  “Am not!” I giggle.

  “If you aren’t then maybe we shouldn’t double team you again.”

  My eyes grow wide, my giggle stops. “Don’t be cruel,” I laugh, “and I wouldn’t go that far,” a blush colors my cheeks.

  “But if we bring you angst…” he starts to get up, but I yank him down and straddle his waist, my hands coming down over his pecs.

  “You know what I meant,” I say. He ignores me to smirk down at our current position.

  “Maybe I need you to spell it out for me.” His hands find their way to my ass cheeks and squeeze. His hips rock and I almost forget my train of thought.

  “How about a trade? After you tell me what your clown tattoo means, I’ll tell you what I meant.”

  His smirk disappears, but his hands stay firm, “It's a self-portrait.”

  I look back down at what I can see of the tattoo and frown as deep as the clown, “but…” then I see it. The clown has Tank’s eyes in those moments I've caught him deep in thought, “Oh.”

  He shrugs, “It’s easier to hide behind a smile.”

  In that moment I need to kiss him. It’s a quick soft thing, but it brings his smile back. A genuine one I hope.

  “So...,” I choose another tattoo, this time more colorful, and in fact a bit girly for a man. “What about this one?” I trace the little animated wide-eyed owl colored in bright pastels.

  His smile is playful, “My niece, she picked it out for me. She was three then, eight now.”

 

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