Six weeks ago, I started sharing my novella, “Trading Up” with you. If you missed it, check out Chapter 1 Part 1, Chapter 1 Part 2, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, and Chapter 5 before reading this one! On Saturday, Richard and I will continue Vacation and come back next week to see what surprises we have in store for you on Thursdays!
I don’t know what transpires above me, but what I do know is that the hands leave my back, and I’m suddenly not being touched at all. I don’t know where either of the guys is. For all I know, they could have left me alone in the room. I somehow doubt it, but I’m honestly not sure. With the way the sobs have wracked my body, I honestly can’t tell. I’m not even sure how much time has passed. It could have been seconds, minutes, half an hour. I don’t know.
And then I feel them on the bed, I feel the restraints loosened, and then I hear the velcro being pulled apart, and my wrists and ankles are freed. They do it so quickly, it feels like they practiced it.
The pillow is taken away from under my hips. I’m pulled off to the side of the bed.
“Are you okay?” Nick asks me. He slips the blindfold off my face. My eyes hurt from the bright light, which actually isn’t bright at all, but it is compared to the darkness of the mask.
I squint at him and nod.
“I’m okay, Sir.”
He nods. “Don’t worry, love. We’re almost done.”
I nod. “But we promised you something.”
Double penetration. I’d almost forgotten. Almost. I still want it. Desperately.
“Are you up for it?”
I nod, “Yes, Sir. Please?”
He nods now, and I feel the corners of my mouth turn up slightly. Brandon lays down in the middle of the bed, and Nick helps me position on top of him. I straddle him and sink down on his cock. It’s so hard and feels so good. I moan and nearly collapse on top of him. I lean in and kiss him lightly on the lips, but he isn’t giving me that. He wraps one hand in my short hair and pulls my face back down to his. He kisses me, sweeping his tongue deep into my mouth. I can still taste myself on him from earlier. I don’t love my own taste, but on his tongue, it’s sexy.
He’s still kissing me when I feel the plug pulled out of my ass and Nick’s cock sliding into place. I haven’t been moving on Brandon, just letting his hard cock sit inside me. But now the two of them are moving, and I’m just there, between them, with Brandon’s tongue in my mouth, Nick’s hands on my hips, and my pussy and ass impossibly full.
I moan against Brandon’s mouth, and I feel his arms tighten around me. The two men find a rhythm, and it’s fantastic and wonderful. Of course, it’s not porn, so we don’t all cum at the same time. I can hear Nick’s breathing, and I know he’ll cum soon. I feel his fingers dig into my hips and then a few more thrusts before he’s done.
I can feel the hot cum in my ass, and I love it. I think he picks up the bigger plug and slides it back in once he’s out, effectively trapping his cum inside me. Now it’s just Brandon and me, and I’m useless. I can’t ride him. I can barely move.
“Hey, baby,” he whispers in my ear.
“Get up, would you? I want to fuck you properly.”
Nick has to help me climb off, but I do, and then Brandon settles himself between my legs. I lift them for him, and he helps press them back so I’m almost in the same position I was in when they put in the first butt plug. I’m super flexible, and it feels good to be so open for him. He slides back inside me, and I groan. It feels amazing. He starts to move slowly and then faster and harder. We’re both grunting and gasping. I reach out for Nick, and he holds my hand while Brandon fucks me.
And then Nick lets my hand go and slides his fingers between my body and Brandon’s. He expertly finds my clit and starts to rub it in small circles. I think, “There’s no way I have another orgasm in me. Not a chance.”
But of course, I’m wrong. I feel it building, and it builds to the point that I am desperately hoping that Brandon won’t cum yet. Not yet. Please, not yet. I just need a tiny bit more…
And then the orgasm hits. It’s not as powerful as some of the earlier ones, but it’s powerful enough. My ass clenches and I feel the warm cum from Nick around the plug, and I can feel every vein on Brandon’s cock as I’m squeezing it. It’s too much for him, and he grunts as he cums.
He nearly collapses on top of me but holds himself up. Nick rubs my clit a little bit more until I’m trying to buck him off. And then Brandon disappears from the bed.
I’m ready to pout, wanting him back, wanting both of them to wrap their sweaty bodies around mine. But Nick’s still there. He hasn’t moved.
My eyes drift closed. I can’t help it.
But then I’m being moved. I can’t process what’s going on at first. Surely we’re done now. Surely.
I’m moved over to the side of the bed and rolled onto a towel. A warm washcloth caresses my inner thighs and pussy. The plug is removed, and then the cloth is rubbed along my ass, cleaning up the cum and gently massaging me. I’m so sensitive, but it feels good.
My eyes flutter open to see that it’s Brandon cleaning me up. Nick’s gone, but he comes back a minute later.
“All set?” he asks Brandon.
Brandon kisses me on the forehead. “Do you feel cleaner now?”
“We’re all good then,” Brandon says.
I get moved back to the middle of the bed. Brandon slides in on one side and Nick on the other. My back is to Nick, and he tucks himself around me, his legs entwining with mine. I press my ass into his crotch, and I can feel his soft cock pressed against my ass cheek. He slides one hand under the pillows beneath my head, and the other hand reaches out for Brandon.
Brandon moves in closer to me, entwining his legs with ours, his soft cock presses against my thigh. He slides one arm under the same pillow Nick’s is under, and his other hand reaches across me and runs down Nick’s hip. The two men touching each other over me is what undoes me.
It feels so comfortable, so safe. The tears flow then—the emotional release of the whole day, the whole evening. I’ve had some small releases here and there, but this is it. This is the safety I needed to truly let go. The tears run down my face onto the pillow. Brandon takes the tissue Nick offers him and wipes them for me. My whole body is trembling, and I feel the two of them close in even closer to me. They hold me so tight. It’s like having a human heated and weighted blanket. It’s glorious.
I don’t remember falling asleep, but I must, because the next thing I know, it’s morning. Light streams in through the crack in the curtain, and I’m alone.
I pout, momentarily that I’m alone, but then realize that I really need to pee.
I slip out of bed and use the bathroom. I’m so sore but in all the best ways. I don’t see the guys, so I go back to bed. I’m tempted to go back to sleep, but it doesn’t seem to be working. I hear commotion upstairs. I’m not sure what they’re doing, but I’m content to be naked in bed. I stretch out, taking stock of my sore muscles. It feels so good to be sore, though.
Then I hear the door and feet on the stairs. I look up, and I see Brandon. “She’s awake,” he calls up the steps, but he keeps coming down.
He flops into the bed next to me, bouncing us both a little.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he says, and he kisses my neck.
“Mmm,” I moan. “Good morning. What are you two up to?”
His eyes sparkle. “Nothing.”
My eyes narrow at him.
He giggles in this sexy way. “We’re scheming.”
“You’re always scheming.”
“Often,” he corrects, but the grin on his face tells me something. Brandon opens his arms for me, and I go into them, nuzzling against his fuzzy chest. He’s so warm and inviting. I have no desire to get up.
Nick comes down the steps then, carrying a large tray. I smell something delicious.
“Nick,” I say hesitantly.
“I know, I know,” he says.
It’s his turn to be the receiver of my narrow-eyed gaze. We don’t do food in the bedroom. I have a very strict rule against food in the bed.
“But here’s the thing,” Nick says.
“Uh-huh,” I say, skeptical.
“You aren’t allowed to get out of bed today.”
I cock my head to the side. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you’re going to stay right there in that bed: All. Day. Long.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Sure you can,” Brandon replies.
“I mean, of course you can go to the bathroom if you need to.”
I roll my eyes. “Obviously. I already have.”
Nick chuckles. “I told you, Brandon.”
Brandon shrugs. “I didn’t hear her get up.”
I protest, “But I don’t want crumbs in my bed.”
“I know you don’t. But we have a plan for that.”
“Oh, do you?” I ask.
“Yep,” Brandon says.
“We’re going to eat this glorious breakfast, and we’re going to watch movies, and we’re going to eat popcorn and snacks, and then we’re going to get takeout for dinner. And after dinner, we’re going to let you get up and take a nice, hot bubble bath. And while you’re in the bath, we’re going to change the sheets, so there won’t be any crumbs in the bed at bedtime.”
I am looking for a flaw in the plan, but I can’t come up with one. And honestly, it sounds perfect. “So what are we watching?”
“Anything you want,” Brandon says. “We could go Romantic Comedies…”
“Or Jurassic Park movies…”
“Or Marvel Cinematic Universe…”
“Or Harry Potter…”
“Or Back to the Future…”
“Or Lethal Weapon…”
“Or Star Wars…”
“Or Christmas movies…”
That one. Christmas movies. It is December, after all.
“Done,” Brandon and Nick say at the same time.
They look at each other and smile, and that shared moment fills my heart with joy. Things haven’t always been great, but this moment, this is what makes it worth it. Seeing that connection between the guys, that’s what makes all the work and all the effort worth it. I can’t wait to see what the future has in store for Nick, and Brandon, and me.