Read Not Too Tall to Love Online
Authors: Berengaria Brown
That was all it took. In one swift movement
both men twisted around, grabbed her before she could fall and dropped her face
down on the bed. Corey held her wrists together over her head in one of his big
hands, while Derek administered a stinging slap to her ass. Much as the men had
been doing, she scraped her body on the sheets, aching for release as Derek
spanked her another half-dozen times. Then Corey joined, in slapping her thighs
near the join with her body.
Twice on each side.
Derek
gave her a final slap on the ass, causing more of her cream to flood from her
pussy.
Derek grabbed lube and condoms from the
nightstand and rolled on the latex, then lay on his back and pulled Andy over
to his body. She sat up and slid down over his cock, her channel so hot and wet
and swollen it was exquisite torture taking him. Then automatically she lay on
his chest so Corey could spread her ass cheeks and lube her hole. He began by
kissing and biting the rim, causing all the nerves there to fire up to
attention. Daringly he thrust his tongue inside her hole and licked around the
rim. Andy shuddered at the hot, exciting feeling of him.
Never have I even dreamed of a man licking me there.
Her head was
spinning with the dark excitement of the act.
Corey squirted lube into her ass and massaged
it into the walls with one and then two fingers. By the time he inserted a
third finger she was moaning and panting, already on the verge of coming. Derek
grabbed her mouth and kissed her deeply, swallowing her moans. His tongue
played around inside her cheeks, along her teeth, on the roof of her mouth. Andy’s
need to come heightened at this sexy byplay.
Corey kept a hand hard on the small of her back
as he pressed his cock into her dark channel. He licked along her collarbone
and nibbled on an earlobe as he slowly pushed past the ring of muscles and
popped into her rectum. Then he slid deeper and deeper into her ass until she
knew he could feel Derek’s cock just on the other side of her thin membrane.
Corey kneeled up a little and let her lift
slightly to give Derek space to thrust into her.
The men plunged into her together and Andy
came.
“So full, so tight, so perfect!”
she screamed as the climax raced through her body from her cunt, up her spine
and out her limbs. Both men stilled and rode out the waves and ripples with
her, Derek gritting his teeth to maintain his control not to come. As the
aftershocks died down they began pumping again together. In together, out
together, very slowly but still strongly.
Andy gripped Derek’s shoulders as,
unbelievably, instead of her orgasm
dying,
it kept
rippling through her, although on a lower level. The men maintained a steady
pace and still her womb clenched and rippled gently, milking Derek’s cock and
tingling
every nerve in her spine.
“I can’t hold on. She’s killing me,” gasped
Derek.
“Me too,” affirmed Corey and both men thrust
faster and harder but still together.
Andy felt
herself
rising to an even higher peak.
Higher than she’d ever been
before.
With a piercing scream she exploded into the hardest orgasm of
her life, her whole body arching and shaking with the force of it. Derek
exploded with her and Corey immediately afterward.
Andy’s body was still shaking with aftershocks
as she whispered. “That was awesome. Thank you.”
“Nah, it’s you who’s awesome,” said Corey,
turning her head to kiss her passionately.
“Oh yeah,” added Derek, joining his
mouth to both theirs in a clumsy, messy, incredibly sexy kiss.
Each person could taste and feel
the other two and the men’s tongues were darting everywhere.
“Wow! I never would have believed any of that
was possible,” she gasped as she broke away to catch her breath.
“Honey, with you, there is nothing that’s
impossible,” said Corey.
Derek nodded solemnly. “That’s absolutely
true.”
Chapter Seven
The men rolled Andy between them, cleaned
themselves and her up a little with warm washcloths, and then snuggled together
to sleep. Andy was totally exhausted from such a hard climax and she could tell
the men were feeling drained too.
They all slept deeply but woke early the next
morning. Andy was in a rush to get home and get organized for the workday but
she was also edgy about what would happen next.
She showered quickly and got dressed in
yesterday’s clothes, ready to leave.
“Let me cook you a proper breakfast,” said
Corey.
“No, I have to get home, do laundry, unpack…” Andy’s
sentence trailed off.
“Well at least let us pick you up tonight and
take you out for a real meal,” added Derek.
Her heart suddenly much lighter, Andy smiled
and gave them her address.
“Is 7:00 p.m. good?” asked Corey.
“Sure,” she replied.
“See you then,” said Derek, walking out to her
car with her.
* * * *
Andy unpacked, put a load of laundry into the
washing machine, had another shower and got ready for work in record time, her
brain humming,
They want to continue the
relationship, they do, they do.
It was only as she’d almost arrived at work she
realized she had no idea what she should wear that evening.
Do they mean pizza or a classy restaurant?
A nice dress or simply clean jeans?
Since she’d had several days off work her
in-tray was overflowing and her brain was fully occupied with her job all day.
A few of her friends asked about the hike and she was able to talk
intelligently about the scenery but she had to bite her lip not to mention the
hunky company and amazing sex the hike had also gifted her with.
For most of the drive home she was mulling over
the issue of what to wear until it dawned on her that since she was being
picked up at her apartment she could just change if she needed to.
Very relieved at that notion, she dressed in
tidy pants and a top and laid out a dress and sandals in case she needed to
change.
Promptly at seven her doorbell rang and there
was Corey, holding a single perfect rosebud, and Derek holding a crystal bud
vase.
“Thank you,” she said. “Come in while I put it
in water.”
The men followed her through her small living
room, furnished with a deep gold sofa, deep gold curtains, and a gold and green
rug, into her tiny kitchen with a bright yellow blind and a yellow-painted door
to the pantry.
She ran water into the vase then added the
flower, sniffing the heady scent, and placed it on the counter top, then turned
and looked at them. They were both casually dressed so she heaved a mental sigh
of relief.
“Ready?” asked Derek.
“Yep,” she replied walking back to the front
door.
“No purse?” asked Corey.
“Wallet in my back pocket.
I hate purses,” she replied.
“My kind of woman,” said Corey.
* * * *
The restaurant was about a half-hour drive from
her apartment, in a nicer neighborhood than where she lived, but it was a
casual place with a warm, friendly atmosphere and a wide choice of menu. They
argued happily about what to order, finally deciding on several platters to
share.
While they sipped drinks and waited for the
food to arrive Corey asked, “How about a twenty questions kind of thing to get
to know each other better?”
“Sure,” she replied, but making a few mental
reservations about what she might reveal.
“Favorite color?
asked
Derek.
“Red like your knickers or gold like your living room?
“Purple, actually. Red was just a personal
statement and I like yellow as it’s a happy color. But purple’s the real me.”
“Cleopatra’s favorite color and associated with
royalty,” nodded Corey.
“What about you? Corey? Derek?”
“Green,” replied Corey. “I was a Greenie before
the term was invented.”
It was Derek’s turn. “My favorite color used to
be blue, but after seeing your red panties and that red lace bra, I have a new
favorite color. Red.” His voice was hot and gruff with lust and Andy’s breath
hitched as she looked at him.
“Country overseas you’d like to visit?” he
asked, obviously trying to cool himself down.
“Hmm.
That’s hard. I told you Perry and I planned to
backpack around the UK or Europe. I never could decide which of those I
preferred. But I also like the idea of going on a safari to Africa somewhere to
take photos of wild animals in their natural habitat. What about you?”
Derek’s eyes widened. “That’s amazing! Africa’s
a place we’ve been talking about for months now.
Kenya maybe.
Or South Africa.
Somewhere that has reasonable
facilities but still plenty of undeveloped natural spaces.
Corey smiled and nodded and asked, “Favorite
animal?”
They were still happily wrangling over the
respective merits of cats and dogs when their meal arrived and the evening was
spent in much laughter as they shared their personal likes and dislikes. But Andy
was very aware of the sexual undercurrent—and the looks her men were giving her
left her in no doubt about how the evening would conclude.
I want them so much.
They’re so hot. Every woman here must envy me with two such handsome dinner
companions, plus they’re a lot of fun as well. I can’t remember the last time I
laughed so much. But I can’t wait to go to bed with them again either.
* * * *
By ten p.m. they were back at her apartment and
she walked through into the kitchen, calling over her shoulder, “Would you like
a cup of coffee?”
“We’d rather have you,” said Derek, nuzzling
her breasts and lifting her shirt up to reach them more easily.
“Oh yeah,” murmured Corey, unzipping her pants.
Andy pulled Derek’s head up to kiss him and he
urgently thrust his tongue into her mouth.
“Hmmm,” he murmured, unsnapping her bra and
holding a breast in each hand.
Corey dragged off her pants, panties and shoes
and widened her legs so he could nibble and lick along her inner thighs.
“I can’t wait. I have to have you now,” said
Derek, pushing her back onto the counter top.
With a crash the vase and the flower they had
given her earlier that evening smashed to the floor.
“Oh no,” said Andy distressed, pulling away
from the men. “I’ll just get a broom—”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll buy you another
one,” said Derek, intent on maintaining contact with her breasts.
“No.” Andy pushed him away and went to her
pantry for a broom and mop.
‘Dammit, woman!”
Derek exclaimed, turning around
fast to grab her only to knock both her bar stools over with a loud bang.
Corey stood one of the stools up but the leg of
the other one had splintered.
“Shit! I’m sorry. I’ll buy you another one of
them too,” said Derek. “This apartment is too small. I’ll clean up here. You go
and pack a bag. You can move in with us straight away.”
“What?”
“Go. Pack a bag. You’re moving in with us now.
This place is way too small. And too yellow,” he added glaring at the pantry
door.
Andy snapped. She’d really appreciated the gift
of the tiny rosebud and the vase, but now it seemed as if Derek and Corey were
just going to buy her like a blow-up doll for their entertainment. “I thought
we were
friends.
I thought we had a
relationship
—or at least the potential
for one. This is my apartment. I bought it. I decorated it. It’s mine.
It’s
me
.
You can’t
buy
me. And you never even
asked if I
wanted
to move in with
you! Now get out. Get out of my home.
GO!
”
she screamed.
Derek stood watching her. His jaw had dropped,
his fists were clenched. His face was red. Quietly, Corey said, “I’m very
sorry, Andy. I like you a lot.” And he grabbed Derek’s arm and pushed him out
the front door, shutting it silently behind him.
Andy ran into her bedroom, flung herself on her
purple duvet heedless of the pretty dress still waiting there, and burst into
hysterical tears.
* * * *
As Corey drove the men home, Derek looked at
him and said, “I did that all wrong, didn’t I?”
“You wanted her. We both wanted her.
But yeah—not your best moment.”
“So what the hell do we do now?”