Lost and Found

“I don’t know.” She met his eyes, hers still heavy. Her body burned, tension coiled inside her hard and tight. “I want to. I want to do it.”

She didn’t know how this would work or who would do what to her, but it didn’t matter. At that moment all that mattered was slaking the need bubbling inside her, hot and violent.

Derek lay his back beside her, Nate moved aside and they helped her roll on top of Derek. She tucked her face into his neck, breathed in the scent of him. She adjusted herself over him. “Sit up, honey,” he whispered and with difficulty she levered herself up, hands on his chest, and straddled him. His cock rose in front of her, hard and dark. Taking him in her hand she lifted over him and with a small cry of relief she lowered herself onto him. Down, down, until their bodies met and he was all the way in. She felt his cock twitch and lengthen inside her and she tightened around him. “Oh, yeah,” he groaned. He tugged her hands, so she lay down stretched out over him, and thrust up into her once.

She felt Nate move on the bed, behind her. His hands slid over her hips and her ass, gentle, reassuring, as he nudged his way up to her. His cock flexed against her and she sucked in a breath.

She heard the pop of the bottle of lube as he opened the lid, waited as he poured some out, the snap of it shutting, then the thud of the bottle hitting the carpet. Slick wet sounds reached her ears as Nate oiled his cock and every little muscle inside her quivered in anticipation. Nerve endings jumped as he separated the cheeks of her ass, probed at her entrance with the head of his cock, hot and slippery.

She couldn’t breathe, gave a choked gasp, her heart thudding against her ribs. She pressed her face into the curve where Derek’s neck met his shoulder, sank her teeth into her bottom lip. When Nate pushed into her, sensation surged through her body, a delicious pain, a burning pleasure.

A low sound tore from her throat. Derek’s hands swept up and down her back. He lay still beneath her, waiting until Nate was ready. “Relax,” Nate murmured, his hands on her bottom, gentle and warm. He pushed in a little further, and the burning intensified.

“Oh! Oh, God.”

They both continued to stroke her, pausing, and she throbbed around both of them. Her mind spun away from her, her world limited to the sensations shimmering over her, radiating from the core of her to her toes, her fingers, her scalp.

“Don’t tighten around me,” Nate whispered, one gentle hand on her back. “Bear down…a little. Like you’re pushing me out.”

She tried to focus, tried to control the out-of-control muscles of her body. “That’s it,” he crooned and she felt him slide in deeper. “Perfect…ah Krissa, your ass is sweet. So tight and hot…”

Pleasure spiked in her again. This was unbelievable. Hot wicked tingles flashed over every nerve ending, making her gasp, making her tremble. She was full…so full, two cocks inside her touching her so deep, stretching her, burning her. It was exquisite, it was mind-shattering, it was darkly, deliciously erotic.

They moved in her, moving in unison, and the pull and drag of their flesh on her sent her spi

She wasn’t sure but she thought she might have screamed as the orgasm ripped through her. She saw sparkling lights, her mind disintegrated, a sweet pleasure she’d never known sliding over her in a deluge of sublime delight. She vaguely heard Nate’s hoarse shout, felt him grasp her hips tighter as he held her ass against him. She felt him spasm inside her, flood her ass with hot semen and thinking of that undid her again, and shockingly she came again in a smaller, tighter orgasm. The thought flitted through her spi

“Oh, Krissa, I’m coming, too,” he groaned, He grabbed her hair, turned her head so he could kiss her and their mouths met and held as he exploded inside her in hot hard bursts.

They both stayed inside her for long moments, Nate behind her, filling her behind, Derek below her filling her pussy, the exquisite fullness so incredibly satisfying. Their heavy breathing was audible in the dark bedroom. Derek’s arms stayed tight around her, Nate’s hand stroked slickly over her back, damp with perspiration. She tried to fill her lungs with oxygen, not sure if she would ever be the same again.

Two men had just fucked her at the same time. And she’d loved it. Her heart squeezed so hard she gasped.

The next morning, when Nate was in the shower, Derek rolled toward Krissa and leaned over her. “When I go to work early, you and Nate stay in bed together.”

“Yes.” She gazed up at him, put her hands on his warm chest.

“Do you have sex when I’m not here?”

She moved her head side to side on the pillow, holding his gaze. “No.”

“Why not?”

“Because…I don’t know. We haven’t talked about it.”

“You want to.”

She kept her face expressionless, not knowing what had prompted this conversation. “Derek…we won’t have sex without you. This is your baby, too.”

“Krissa. Last night wasn’t about making a baby.”

She blinked slowly. “No. I guess not.”

He stared at her for a long moment, then nodded. “You can do anything else—but no fucking. Unless I’m here.”

She rebelled at him telling her what to do. She and Nate had never done it without Derek around, and had no intention of ever doing it. Despite the heat and desire that often flared between them, they’d never acted on it when Derek wasn’t around. It was as if they both understood it, didn’t want to push it past what it was into something else. But for Derek to tell her not to, made her want to argue with him.

But she nodded her agreement. “Of course,” she whispered.

After that, the three of them slept together every night. They didn’t have sex every night—although Krissa felt so sensitized and aroused, she could have—but they did have sex, even when it wasn’t for the purpose of conception. Sometimes all three of them made love; other times they took turns, the watching almost as hot as the doing.

“We did a bad thing the other night.”

Both men looked up at Krissa across the di

“Uh…what’s that, babe?” Derek asked.

“We went in the hot tub.” She bit her lip. “The heat can lower sperm count temporarily.”

“But that was just after…” Nate stopped.

“I know. So not a big deal for you. But it can also increase the risk of miscarriage. If I’m pregnant, I shouldn’t have gone in there. I wasn’t thinking!” When she’d seen this piece of information on the internet earlier, her insides had twisted into tight knots. She’d known that! Why hadn’t she thought about that? Apparently, they’d gotten her so aroused, she hadn’t been thinking.

“It’ll be okay, bu

“There are tests that can tell you if you’re pregnant six to eight days after conception,” she continued.

“You want to know already?” Nate asked the question, then laughed. “Of course you do, little Miss Impatient.”

“I do want to know, of course I do. I’m worried, now. But…I’m afraid, too. I almost feel like it’s better to just wait…and see.” She poked at the rice on her plate.

“And that would be when…?” Once again, Nate seemed endearingly uncomfortable talking about Krissa’s female schedule.

“Another week.”

“You can wait that long, Krissa,” Derek said. He cut a piece of chicken.

“Yes. I can.” She lowered her gaze to her plate. Had she been hoping they’d talk her into trying the test, as anxious as she was to find out if she was pregnant?