Four Percent By Morgan Sierra
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Four Percent Copyright© 2008 Morgan Sierra ISBN: 978‐1‐60088‐343‐9 Cover Artist: Bree Bridges Editor: Melanie Noto All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews. Cobblestone Press, LLC www.cobblestone‐press.com
Dedication To Rachele and other medical miracles.
“It’s not too late to change your mind.” Jimmy’s face did little to belie the apprehension in his voice. Not apprehension for the task, but rather a concern for his friend. It had been what? Six years now, they’d known each other? Who would have thought a casual encounter at a bookstore would eventually lead to tonight? “I’m not going to change my mind.” Dana took another sip of wine and placed the stemware back onto the coffee table. “We’ve spent a lot of time planning this. And…I’ve earned it.” “I don’t know, Dana. On one hand, I’m glad it’s me. I’m honored you would choose me.” He paused as if perplexed as to what to say next, and her gaze drifted to his Adam’s apple. “On the other hand…no matter what, I will look at you differently from now on. There’ll be no going back. I’m just sayin’…” Dana stood and walked over to him. As she sat, her robe threatened to open, but she clutched it closed. Jimmy had to have seen the gap displaying her cleavage, but he’d quickly cast his eyes downward before his gaze could linger. She wanted to smile, but kept her face impassive. He was nervous enough already. Then again, so was she. She took his hand. He kept his face downcast, and a blush colored his neck. This uncharacteristic shyness endeared him to her. “It’s okay for you to look at me differently after this, Jimmy.” Dana mentally willed him to face her, to find her eyes with his—and for some reason, he complied. “Just always—please—be my friend.” He exhaled. “You’re sure neither of us will want more after this?”
His hazel eyes captivated her. They always had. She loved the way his long brown lashes and dark brows accentuated them. Dana hardly recognized his crooked nose as being other than ordinary on most occasions. Tonight, though, she visually traced the place where it lost its straight line. She forced herself to recapture his eyes. “Would that be so bad?” she inquired softly. Her heartbeat quickened. “For either of us?” He started to speak. The melodic chime of the doorbell broke through before he had a chance to say more than her name. She waited for him to continue, but he only cocked his head toward the door. “Show time.” He grinned. She smiled in return and walked to the door. As she wrapped her hand around the doorknob, she called back to him. “Thank you, Jimmy. I love you, you know.” His smile widened, and he blew her a kiss. “I love you, too. Let’s celebrate your anniversary.” * * * * * Jimmy walked from candle to candle and lit each one. They’d decided they wanted the long burning kind and had purchased a few scented ones weeks ago. Now, the calming scent of vanilla wafted through the air. Collin moved about inside the bathroom, and the sound of running water filtered into the bedroom. Without seeing him, Dana knew he was lighting the candles in there, too. The two men had planned the evening. Her instructions from them were simple: Enjoy it. So for now, she sat on the edge of the bed, running her fingers over the embroidery of her plush comforter. When Collin stepped through the doorway, he was both shirtless and barefoot. His blond hair and narrow athletic body were in physical contrast to Jimmy, who was dark and built like a tank. Where Collin would forever be sought for his swimmer’s physique, Jimmy’s wall of solid muscle ensured he was the guy people avoided in a dark alley. Dana, however, had gravitated toward him immediately.
She knew she should be elated at having such fine examples of male perfection in her home. Instead, upon seeing Collin, a lightning‐quick streak of panic filled her before she forced it back down. Jimmy stepped behind her and settled his strong hand on her shoulder. She closed her eyes. “Ready?” he asked. Dana opened her eyes, turned to him, and nodded. She took his outstretched hand and stood. Collin moved forward and stood close enough for her to see, even in the candlelit room, the concern on his face. At the sight of it, the last vestiges of her apprehension fled. For them both to be so concerned for her welfare, she must have chosen appropriately. She pulled her hand from Jimmy’s and loosened the sash at her waist. With her shoulders held back and her chin high, she let the satin robe fall open and then slide to the floor. Immediately, the air‐conditioned breeze cooled her naked flesh. Jimmy stared at her for a moment, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. She looked toward an equally transfixed Collin, who could only gawk. “Shall we get to work?” she asked when neither of them moved. Jimmy was the first to react. He pulled his shirt over his head and pried off his pants in two swift motions. In less time than it took for her to say his name, he stood before her in just a pair of black boxer‐briefs. Dana’s gaze raked the outline of his proud cock as it pressed against the cotton. A shiver crept down her spine, and she shook it loose with an audible exhale. Collin did not remove his unbuttoned pants and simply held out his large, warm hand. Dana took it, walked closer to him, and allowed him to review her body as she passed by. “Beautiful,” he murmured, following her in. Jimmy trailed after them both and turned off the faucet in the tub. The crash of the water filling it trickled to a stop. It took a moment for Dana’s eyes to adjust to the altered lighting. The bedroom was dimly lit; in here, she could read a book. “Ready?” Jimmy asked again. She knew what he meant. It was her final opportunity to say no. One last chance to change her mind.
For Dana, however, there was no turning back. She reached for Jimmy’s hand and placed it on her breast. Then she put her head close to him, stood on tiptoe, and touched her mouth to his. He seemed too stunned to react. Dana grunted a rude noise and kneaded her hand over his, forcing him into motion. He dipped his tongue inside her parted lips, and she allowed him entrance. His hand continued to knead, without her encouragement now, and moved on to explore the contour of her hardening nipple. She hadn’t forgotten that Collin’s hand was entwined in hers. Giving it a gentle squeeze, she placed it over her other breast. He needed no additional prompting and dropped his head low. His tongue barely touched her areola, his touch teasing and light. The hair of his goatee tickled her skin. One of their hands—who cared whose it was—reached between her legs and probed her pussy. Dana moaned into Jimmy’s mouth. He complied with her mounting passion by devouring her with his tongue and lips. Before she could meet his increased tempo, he pulled away and trailed hot kisses down her neck and chest. Dana looked past his head to see Collin’s hand between her legs. His fingers traced her lips in long, slow strokes, bypassing her hardened clit and moistened channel. Instead, he seemed fascinated with the damp curls covering her mound. Jimmy dropped the hand that previously had twisted her nipple into an aching peak and replaced it with his mouth. He sank his teeth into her soft flesh, and Dana yelped. Rather than pull back or stop, the noise seemed to encourage him. He pulled on her breast with painful suction. They all knew the safe word, and she hadn’t said it. In direct contrast, Collin was barely touching her breast with his mouth. His tongue left a wet trail near her nipple, but not quite on it. Occasionally, he stopped long enough to blow on her heated flesh, and the cool breeze was, in its own way, almost as painful as Jimmy’s teeth on her skin. The pain was a culmination of Dana’s need and anticipation. She glanced into the mirror above the vanity and gasped. The reflection of the
two contrasting men—one blond, one brunette—hungrily exploring her breasts was awe inspiring, electrifying. And fucking hot. Through all of this, the delicious aroma of vanilla clouded her senses; the sensations each man provided clouded her mind. Her mouth was slightly parted; her lips, already swollen from Jimmy’s kisses. She panted with anticipation each time Collin’s fingers came close to stroking her clit. Each time he bypassed it and neared the center of her moisture, she caught her breath. No matter how hard she rocked her hips, though, he deftly avoided her need. Jimmy eased his ministrations. His tongue now worked in broad strokes over her pebbled peak. He slid one hand over her waist and reached for the cheek of her ass. They both moaned simultaneously when he squeezed it. Collin’s mouth left her breast with a soft popping noise, and Dana sighed. “Pull away, Jimmy.” His voice was gravelly. Dana smiled again. His breathing tore at him the same way hers did. For a moment, she couldn’t be sure Jimmy would stop. For a moment more, he continued to massage and envelop her nipple with his mouth. Eventually, though, he groaned and stopped suckling long enough to look at Collin. When he pulled away, a breath of cool air wafted over the moist peaks of Dana’s breasts, and they tingled. Her nerve endings sang with anticipation. Collin continued to stroke her pussy while Jimmy kneaded and explored her ass. They worked in sync, both men touching her just enough to rouse her passion, but not enough to help her reach oblivion. “We have a job to do first,” Collin said. Jimmy sighed, straightened, and pressed his lips to hers. His kiss was quick and chaste. “We do,” he agreed, pulling his hand away. Collin stroked her one last time and finally slid his finger over the place she’d needed him to touch for the last few needful minutes. One stroke. One achingly brief touch across her clit—and Dana bucked her hips. She cried out in pleasure. Stunned by the jolt of electricity, she looked at him in disbelief.
Collin grinned in return before sending her an amused wink. Jimmy dipped his head and caressed her ear with a gentle flick of his tongue. His warm breath against her moist lobe sent another shiver through her. “Patience,” he breathed. * * * * * Dana thought her heart would burst. She could hear and feel every beat. It couldn’t be possible that the human heart could tolerate such a heightened sense of anticipation. Sitting on the edge of the tub—while in the nude with her legs splayed—she concentrated on breathing. Nice and easy. In and out. She knew their plans. Hell, she’d told them what she wanted them to do. But to sit here waiting like this was itself a kind of erotic torture. Jimmy propped himself against the vanity, arms folded, his gaze fixated on what Collin was doing. The blond Adonis shook the can violently, then with a press of the lever, released foam into his waiting hand. As he walked toward her, he cupped his hands together, keeping the cloud of foam carefully balanced. Dana’s eyes lost focus for a moment, and her legs trembled almost as much as her heart. She gripped the tub’s slick edge, let out a slow exhale, and refocused her vision as Collin dropped to his knees before her. Nice and easy. In and out. Just breathe. He glanced up at her. “You are so fucking wet. Jesus.” Dana tilted her chin in the semblance of a nod. She didn’t need him to tell her that. Even if they hadn’t fondled her already, just the thought of what he was about to do made her insides moisten. She locked eyes with Jimmy when Collin’s hand patted the first layer of shaving cream onto her mound. Her gaze swept past him with Collin’s second stroke to take in their reflection in the mirror. Jimmy’s tiger tattoo trailed over his back. The animal was covered in bright orange and black designs that danced as Jimmy shifted to see over Collin’s shoulder. Dana was surprised by Collin’s gentleness. His lathering motions
were clinical and efficient, but she still fought the urge to squirm. In only a matter of minutes, she displayed a completely foam‐covered mound. Jimmy stepped forward to kneel before her, a pink safety razor in his hand. She looked down as he made the first tender swipe. Between her legs, a path of skin peeked out. He leaned forward to dip the razor into the water behind her and placed another kiss on her lips before pulling away again. The more he worked, the less playful he became. She received no more kisses, and she sighed with disappointment. Jimmy remained focused, leaning closer to ensure he missed nothing and did not accidentally cut her. Dana shivered with each breeze he created as he breathed only inches away from her lips. The razor left behind a trail of tingling skin, each breath he made cooling it down. “May I?” Collin held out his hand. She’d almost forgotten he was there. He and Jimmy traded places. Collin leaned in and settled himself comfortably between her legs. Jimmy had already removed most of her pubic hair. All that remained now was the foam covering just her pussy lips. Collin straightened and looked into her eyes. “Don’t move.” He nudged her legs apart even wider with his elbows. Dana shifted uncomfortably and tilted her pelvis upward. When he reached forward and grasped her protruding clit, she almost fell off the tub. “Sit still!” he hissed. Bolts of pleasure shot through Dana. She bit her lower lip and unsuccessfully tried to stifle a moan. She had to fight the urge to tilt her pelvis again. The razor and Collin’s previous admonition were enough to make her hesitate, though. Then again, she decided, the payoff might be worth it. Collin swiped once with the razor and squeezed her clit. Dana slammed her eyes shut and released a low groan. Collin swiped and squeezed again. Swipe. Squeeze. Dana slid her hands into her hair, raking, clenching, trying to find a place to land them. Meanwhile, Collin continued his tortuous attention to her clit. When she finally dared move, he squeezed it harder.
God help her, that felt so good. Her wetness trickled down her ass cheeks and onto the tub wall. The heat of the bath water behind her and the streaks of pleasure‐pain coursing through her body incited beads of sweat to form at the base of her scalp. The motion of the razor had long since ceased. Now she only knew Collin’s squeeze and flick attention on her clit. When Jimmy slid two fingers into her pussy and curled them inside her, she cried out. He rhythmically fucked her with his fingers while Collin provided the sensation on her hardened nub. Collin reached up with his other hand and thumbed her nipple into a stiff peak. “She likes pain, I think.” Collin grinned, squeezing below. Then he pinched her nipple even harder. “See?” “Shit, yeah. She just got even wetter.” Her pussy made wet noises as Jimmy worked his fingers faster. “Good to know.” She barely heard them. Dana grasped each man’s shoulder and tightened her grip as they worked her body. Her hips moved of their own accord in a desperate attempt to help them continue her pleasure. She cried out with each of Jimmy’s thrusts and each touch Collin provided, the noise echoing off the bathroom tiles. Collin’s hand left her breast and raked into her hair, cupping her head. When he pressed his lips to hers, Dana opened her mouth and greedily took in his tongue. She sucked on it feverishly, her teeth scraping him. One of their fingers slid across her anus and pressed in. She tried to pull away, but Collin growled into her mouth and Jimmy whispered soothing words into her ear. The finger pressed further, sinking into her ass. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Dana cried out against Collin’s mouth, and he captured the noise as he devoured her with his lips. The fingers in her pussy and her ass moved against each other in rhythm. Each frenzied motion pushed her to the point of ultimate bliss. Dana was helpless against the unending onslaught of pleasure. This was what she’d wanted. What she’d asked them to do for her. Her body went taut with a desperate craving for release. A feeling of elation washed over her.
She rocked her hips, helping bring herself closer to the edge. Bursts of starlight exploded behind her eyelids. Her muffled cries became harder, faster. Jimmy covered her breast with nips of exquisite torture as his fingers explored her expertly, while Collin probed her mouth with his tongue. His hand did not spare her sensitive clit. Finally, in one glorious culmination of sensation, Dana exploded underneath them. Her muscles locked in place as her pussy grasped and pulled. Her breath caught in her chest and she went mute, a scream locked in her throat. The men continued to rub, pull, and fuck her. They whispered words of encouragement as she came. She rocked convulsively, until the tremors slowly dissipated. At last, when Dana was drained, her head fell forward. She gasped several times, leaning against Collin for support. Jimmy slowly withdrew his hands from her body and stood. She heard the sound of running water at the sink but concentrated on catching her breath. She remained leaning against Collin and savored the spicy scent of his cologne. The sound of his heartbeat was insistent beneath her ear. When Jimmy stood in front of her again, he said in a soft voice, “We’re just getting started, baby.” With Collin’s assistance, he helped her stand on trembling legs. “Into the shower with you.” The bath was quick and uneventful. After what she’d just experienced, Dana wasn’t sure if that was a relief or a disappointment. On one hand, there was nothing like an explosive orgasm. On the other, one more like the last one and she’d melt into a puddle. For the past year, she’d been forbidden by her doctor from having strenuous sex. Hell, he’d forbidden her from flying, driving long distances, or doing anything remotely stressful. He’d essentially forbidden her from living. He was the one who’d said she had a less than a four percent chance of living a full year. If she made it to that point, she was golden and would probably live to a ripe old age. But she had to first reach that anniversary, he’d said.
Time stops for no man—or woman—and the months crept by. Just to be on the safe side, Dana remained celibate, initiated a gentle exercise regime, and avoided any unhealthy foods. One day she looked up and realized the one year mark was right around the corner. With a smile on her face, she decided she would celebrate once she reached it. And she wanted to celebrate big. Jimmy had offered to help. So here they were. Dana, Jimmy, and Collin. Celebrating. She sat on the bed and waited for the two men, who were huddled in the corner. Their voices were low, and although their words traveled into the air, they were indistinguishable. While she waited, she sneaked peeks at her bald pussy. The urge to grin was strong. Her errant hand stroked her thigh, but she did not allow it any closer. She would have plenty of time to explore her body later. The men strode toward the bed, Collin choosing the side behind Dana while Jimmy stood in front. Collin’s khaki pants were streaked brown where water had soaked him. Jimmy had the occasional dark spot to indicate where he’d gotten wet. Her gaze traveled over those areas as they moved around. “Get on your hands and knees, Dana,” Collin said. “Face Jimmy.” She unfolded her legs and did as she was told. The sound of a zipper being lowered reached her ears, and she turned. Jimmy caught her chin first, though. “You didn’t tell us everything we need to know.” His voice was soft, gentle. He dropped down so their faces were only inches apart. “Do you enjoy pain?” She thought about his question for a moment and realized that if she were honest, she could admit that she did like pain. She nodded. “Good.” He stroked her jaw line with his thumb. “Do you also like to be told what to do?” She shook her head. “Do you want to be tied up?” She hesitated for a moment. Jimmy’s upper lip twitched in either amusement or excitation. It was difficult to tell which. For tonight, being tied up wasn’t what she wanted, though. So again, she shook her head no. “And you remember the safe word?” he asked. This time, she nodded. She did remember.
“Good.” Jimmy looked up and inclined his chin curtly at Collin. Dana received no warning. The first slap against her ass gave her an electrified jolt. When she cried out, she received five more slaps in quick succession. Collin covered both cheeks with vicious accuracy. Tears sprang to Dana’s eyes. Finally, Collin paused, and Jimmy leaned forward and kissed her. The tender caress of his lips directly opposed the stinging in her backside. “Are you okay?” he asked. Tears raced down Dana’s cheeks and, for a moment, she couldn’t answer. She tried to respond, but only a sob escaped her throat. Jimmy kissed her again. This time, he opened her mouth. The salty taste of her own tears mingled on their probing tongues. When he pulled back, he pushed away a strand of hair that had fallen across her forehead. “You know what to do if you want him to stop,” he said. Through blurry eyes, she looked at him. It hurt so good. She had no need to think this through. She nodded. He stood, and Dana braced herself for more slaps. Tears continued to fall as Collin spanked her again. The flush that stung across her cheekbones extended to her ears and down her neck. Each fall of his hand made her feel more exposed. The dizzying combination of pain and desire snaking through her made her pussy throb. The bed shifting under Jimmy’s weight as he placed one knee on it barely registered in her mind. All she detected was a hand stroking her pussy in opposition to the slaps. Slap, stroke. Slap, stroke. Dana wanted to curl into a ball of pleasure. At last, the superb torture ended, and one of the men let out a low whistle. “Look at that,” Jimmy exclaimed. He trailed his finger over her fleshy cheeks, leaving behind a stinging wake. She didn’t know when she’d dropped onto her elbows, but this and other discoveries slowly registered in her mind. Warmth from her ass spread down the backs of her thighs. “You did good,” Collin said. “You’re a beautiful reddish pink now.”
Dana’s eyes fluttered closed as the last remnants of tears fell from them. Her breathing became more even. The bed shifted again, but she still didn’t move. Staying partially upright took all the strength she possessed at the moment. One long stroke between her lower lips brought a satisfied moan from one of the men. Her musky aroma filled the air, and her thighs were slick with her own juices. Nerve endings she’d thought had gone dull sprang to life as one of them slowly sank his cock into her pussy. “Oh, fuck.” Collin groaned as he pushed forward. Dana’s passage welcomed him with ease and pulsed around him. Being filled by him sent tremors through her abdomen. He thrust in and out slowly, as if testing her depths. “Are you all right?” Jimmy asked from in front of her. She opened her eyes and gave him a lazy smile. How could she explain that she was more than all right? She was aroused, secure, sated…and she was alive. Dana pulled on the waist band of his boxers. He stepped forward without protest but started when her eyes shut against the tidal wave of pleasure rippling through her. She breathed through pursed lips and tugged again. Jimmy crawled forward on the bed, and Dana smelled the lingering scent of soap on his skin. Peeking from under partially closed lids, she pulled down his boxers and watched his hardened cock emerge. She wrapped one hand around its smooth length. When her lips opened over its enlarged purple head and engulfed him, Dana hummed a moan that seemed to travel straight through Jimmy—and he moaned with her. He tasted clean, sensual. He was impossibly hard, and she sucked in as much of him as she could. Jimmy rested his hands on her shoulders and pumped into her. He moved with casual ease, encouraging her with an occasional squeeze of his hands. From behind, Collin filled her pussy, his pounding becoming more forceful. She pushed back against him and met him thrust for thrust. Together, the three of them found a rhythm. Collin fucked her so she could enjoy Jimmy without gagging. She wanted to savor his salty taste as he leaked his excitement. When Collin
finally slowed down, she was comfortable letting her tongue slide under Jimmy’s glans. He threw his head back, groaned, and licked his lips. Then he looked down on her with glazed eyes. “If you could only see what I’m seeing right now,” he rasped, brushing his finger over her distended nipple. She was so hypersensitive, she might as well have been reaching inside her pussy. Dana gasped around his cock and clenched her inner walls. Collin cursed, which was followed by a yell as he came violently, his semen exploding inside her. Dana moaned each time he expelled more and shivered uncontrollably. Jimmy remained lodged in her throat as her eyes fluttered closed. The sensation of being filled by Collin overwhelmed her senses, and darkness closed in on the periphery of her vision. Jimmy’s cock spasmed, and he came with a jerk. Almost greedily, Dana drank in his milky spend as quickly as he released it. By the time his shudders stopped, he was doubled‐over her. “Fuck,” he gasped. He pressed his lips to her forehead between ragged breaths. “I’m sorry. Fuck!” Collin pulled out, and disappointment coursed through her. She said nothing. Instead, she flopped down on the bed and rolled onto her back. A drained man joined her on either side. Collin lay face down on her right, his chest heaving. Jimmy, who recovered faster, propped himself on one arm and looked down at her. Her friend could read her like a book. He clenched his jaw in reaction to the emotion she tried to hide, but she knew it must show on her face. His eyes blazed with something like determination as his warm, sensuous lips pressed down on hers and his tongue snaked out to taste the remnants of musk still lingering in her mouth. His gentle hand caressed her abdomen. “It ain’t over ‘til my lady sings,” he muttered as he leaned forward to nuzzle her neck. * * * * *
The room was dark when Dana opened her eyes. She didn’t remember going to sleep, but the lingering drowsiness made her aware that she must have dozed off. Her legs were being slowly spread apart. A quick reach to the side verified that Collin did not appear to have moved from where he lay. It was her Jimmy. Her body was already saturated with a combination of her cream and Collin’s cum, and he entered her channel with ease. She extended her arms and welcomed him into her embrace. While he moved above her, he found her mouth in the darkness. She reached for his face, cupping his strong jaw in both hands. His five o’clock shadow pricked her fingers and palms, but she barely noticed. She was too enraptured with his slow, drugging kiss. Her heart soared as their mouths found each other. Why had they taken so long to do this? He had been right. There would be no going back for either of them. He thrust inside her with agonizing slowness. Time seemed to pause, allowing Dana the chance to savor the feel of his body against hers. Her fingertips brushed a small scar behind his shoulder, and the curls on his chest tickled her nipples. His hard abdomen pressed into where hers was soft. He filled her completely. His lips parted hers in a soul‐searching massage. Dana succumbed without question and lifted her hips to meet his, the force of their connection causing her to cry out softly against his mouth. Jimmy bit down on her lip and sent another tremor through her belly. When he licked across her lips and sucked one of them into his mouth, ecstasy cascaded over Dana. Maddening pressure built inside her head, sending out blinding sensations she didn’t know how to manage. Jimmy released her mouth and quickened his pace. “I can feel you, Dana,” he whispered, dropping his head next to hers. “So tight…wet…ready to come…” His words intoxicated her. Her breathing sped up, and she clenched her eyes shut.
“Can you feel me, baby?” Dana struggled to breathe. She tightened her grip on him. “That’s it. I want to feel you come…” His words were so soft, but every one of them was distinct and unmistakable. The lazy pace he set increased, and he slammed into her. “Oh, fuck. Yeah,” he cried. “That’s it…” He angled his hips, and Dana’s world spun away. She dug her fingernails into his shoulder blades and cried out against his chest. Shudders wracked her body, and her pussy spasmodically clenched and unclenched around his cock. The moment may have lasted either seconds or hours. Dana could only gasp as pleasure coursed through her. After the quickening died down and her shudders subsided to a shiver, Jimmy stopped moving. He peppered her mouth with tender kisses, each one keeping sparks of desire alive within her. For several minutes he did not move, and Dana reveled in the way he felt inside her, pressed on top of her. Their lips met again and again, their kisses unhurried and interminable. Finally, he brushed her lips with his and said, “It’s time to turn over, baby.” When he pulled out of her, Dana’s heart thundered within her chest. The sound of a match being lit made her turn. Collin’s face momentarily shone in the miniscule light before he held the flame to two candles. Transfixed, Dana watched him. Her mind spun wildly. Jimmy moved her through her dazed state and helped her to her knees. As he positioned himself behind her, he kissed her neck and shoulders. He stroked her arms with tender hands. Then he pushed her shoulders forward, and Dana complied by bending over and coming to rest on her elbows. She tensed in anticipation despite his administering gentle strokes over her back and ass. As he entered her pussy, she gasped in surprise. He pushed inside of her languidly; his timing, skilled and perfect. When he reached down to squeeze her clit, Dana swallowed hard and moaned. By the time he slid his finger over her anus, she was so aroused she would have allowed him to do anything. Blood pulsed through her ears as Jimmy widened her anus. He slid
one finger in and out in harmony with his thrusts. Soon, her hips gyrated in time with his cock and finger. By the time he slid a second finger into her tight hole, Dana pushed against him forcefully. She wanted so much more. Her desires were granted when Jimmy pulled out. She exhaled slowly as he position himself where his fingers still undulated within her. When he withdrew them, he pushed his cock into her. Dana clenched her teeth as he slid in, forcing herself to breathe through her mouth. Jimmy completely buried himself in her ass before pulling back. He did it again and again. Each thrust was both agony and ecstasy combined. He tugged on her shoulders, and Dana led the way as they lay together on the bed. All the while, Jimmy continued to gyrate behind her. Collin’s movement startled Dana out of her sex‐induced hypnosis. He slid down next to her and lifted her thigh over his. His erection prodded her as he pressed himself close. When he positioned himself at her pussy, Dana closed her eyes. Here it was. Finally—her fantasy realized. Collin rubbed his hand over her breast as he entered her saturated pussy. Soon he, too, was buried inside her. Both men moved rhythmically, their actions perfectly timed. As one thrust in, the other pulled out. When they both filled her simultaneously, Dana could not hold back her cries. Encouraged, they picked up the pace, and the tenderness Jimmy had shown her dissipated. Dana met the men’s thrusts, gyrating her hips and reveling with both of them. The three of them fucked and writhed in heated passion, working toward ultimate bliss. Jimmy’s strangled grunts warned everyone he was getting close. Collin reached down and stroked her clit, working his other hand over her hardened nipple. By the time he squeezed it a third time, Dana screamed and her body clamped down. She shuddered and pulsed, her pussy pulling on Collin and torturing Jimmy. Her ass squeezed him tight, and he came right after her. His hot semen coated her walls as he shot load after load. Within seconds, Collin followed suit. Their combined curses and moans filled the air as the
three of them trembled together. By the time they stopped shaking, a thin film of perspiration covered their bodies. That didn’t stop the men from sandwiching Dana between them. * * * * * At last, Dana and Jimmy were alone in bed. Dana was grateful to Collin for what he’d done, but she wanted—no, needed—this time alone with Jimmy. Out of sheer politeness, she’d inquired if Collin wanted to stay the night. Thankfully, he’d declined. Instead, the three of them had showered individually and shared a small meal. By the time Dana crawled into bed, she was drained. She and Jimmy held hands as they lay together. Out of habit, she’d started to put on a T‐shirt and a pair of shorts, but at the last minute decided Jimmy now knew her body almost better than she did. So they lay in the nude, all sexual tension between them relieved. This moment was similar to the way it had been between Dana and Jimmy before she became sick. “Did this turn out the way you expected it to?” She shifted to look at him in surprise. He had to ask? Two insanely hot men had just shaved her bald and given her multiple orgasms, including an explosive, never‐to‐be‐forgotten round of double‐penetration. They’d done exactly what she’d wanted them to do to help her celebrate being one of the lucky four percent. “It was all that I wanted and more,” Dana replied. “Thank you.” She propped herself up on one arm so she could see him better using the lone candle that still flickered in the room. Watching over him, she gave his question a second thought. She could understand his trepidation. Then again, he wasn’t just talking about the sex, was he? Their relationship had changed. They had known it would. The question now was, what exactly did it mean? “So…where do we go from here?” she asked shyly. He turned to look at her, his eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“Our friendship. I mean, I just did the nasty with you more ways than—“ Jimmy crashed his mouth down on hers, cutting off her words. She parted her lips and raised herself to meet him. Their tongues danced together briefly before he pulled away. “Is there really still a question in your mind?” His hazel eyes burned through her. “No, Jimmy.” Still stunned by the unspoken emotion behind his possessive kiss, Dana tucked herself into the crook of his body and settled her head against his bicep. “None at all.” The End
Author Bio Morgan Sierra—who holds nothing back—is the pen name for Dee Carney. Dee began writing short stories in middle school, but did not attempt completion of a novel until almost ten years later—which, despite good intentions, she never finished. Almost ten additional years later, she challenged herself to begin writing again and her love for storytelling was rekindled. Dee lives at home in Georgia with her husband, two dogs, and a cat. When not writing, Dee is usually curled up on the couch with a good book! Dee welcomes email from her readers. You can write to her at
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