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I paced back and forth, trying to ignore the confused faces of Dean and Carl. Perhaps I should have done this differently and taken them aside separately to have this conversation.
But no. That wasn't the way to do this. We were starting something that involved all four of us. If things had gone to plan, Samuel would have been in the room too, but our kiss had changed that. Now, we needed to sort this out quickly.
"Are you okay, Katie?" Dean asked.
I sighed. "Sorry, this is just harder than I thought." I gestured for the two of them to scoot apart so I could sit between them. That way, I didn't have to look at either of their faces while I talked.
"Take your time. We don't need to be anywhere tonight," Carl assured me.
I smiled weakly. He had no idea how little that helped. If there was a time limit on it, I could simply blurt out my thoughts and have done with it.
I took in a deep breath. "I kissed Samuel," I admitted.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Dean nod. "We thought that would happen at some point," he said.
"Well, it did. It was an accident. I hadn't meant it to happen before I could talk to the three of you, but..."
Carl snorted. "But the same thing happened as when we kissed at the party, or when Dean did the same. The time and the situation were right."
"Yes," I admitted weakly. "But it made me realise I had to talk to all of you as soon as I did, or it would playing on all of our minds."
"I take it that's why he's not here?" Dean asked.
"Yes. He knows what I'm going to say, and it seemed easier, and fairer, if it was the three of us now."
"Makes sense," Carl said. "But does that mean you've made a decision?"
I bit my lip. "Yes. I can't choose. And I won't choose."
Both men let out sighs of relief. A small part of them must have believed I was going to pick Samuel after all.
"But I don't know how to do this," I admitted softly. "I've never been with two men at once, never mind three..."
The two of them exchanged a glance. I wondered what it was about, but didn't let my mind linger there.
"Why don't we start here?" Carl asked, his voice having dropped lower than normal, almost husky.
"Okay." The word came out as little more than a whisper, but they both heard it.
Dean touched my face, moving it so I was facing him. His lips were on mine within seconds. It was the echo of the kiss we'd shared before. Passionate, powerful, demanding. He wanted me more than he'd have admitted out loud, and now he was going to show me in the only way he thought possible.
I shuffled in my seat, half expecting him to lay me down. But of course, he couldn't. Carl was there.
Hands began to rove over my back, the angle revealing it to be the other man. For a moment, I wanted to stop what was about to happen. But I pushed that thought aside. Just because most people wouldn't approve of what was about to happen, it didn't mean it wasn't right for me. I wanted both of them. No, all three of them. I was allowed to act on that so long as everyone in each situation was comfortable with what was going on.
Carl swept my hair away from the nape of my neck before leaning in and kissing the soft skin there. I moaned into my kiss with Dean, not having anticipated how it would feel to have two men kissing me at the same time.
Dean pulled away, his eyes glazed with desire. He reached out and brushed the strap of my dress down my shoulder.
My lips parted, but no words came out.
Instead, I reached forward and began unbuttoning his shirt. He cottoned on to what I was doing, and helped with much more practised fingers. Within seconds, it was fluttering to the floor, discarded and unwanted, leaving him bare-chested in front of me. I licked my lips, desperate for more of what he was giving.
His fingers lingered on the button of his fly, as if asking for my permission to go further.
"Do we have protection?" Carl said, breaking away from kissing my neck.
Dean groaned, and not in a good way. "There's some upstairs. I'll go get it."
"Thanks," Carl said.
"Keep her busy while I'm gone," Dean said, throwing a wink our way.
Heat rushed to my cheeks at that. I knew that was where this situation was going, but it was another thing to have it spoken about.
But wait, I wanted this. There was no reason to be embarrassed about it.
"You know, there are things we can do that don't need protection," I said, feeling bolder than before.
Carl chuckled. "I don't know what you mean," he teased.
I turned on the sofa so I was facing him and cocked my head to the side. "How about you lose the shirt, and I show you?"
A twinkle of mischief entered his eyes as he did as I'd instructed. His shirt hit the floor next to Dean's seconds later.
I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. This kiss was different from at the party. Probably because neither of us were playing a part this time, and it was all to do with us and how we felt.
I didn't let the kiss get too deep, and broke away to kiss his neck. My hands smoothed over his chiselled chest, making their way south.
A flood of pleasure washed through me. Now the nerves had started to disappear, I was able to relax into the moment and feel the desire that had been welling up before. I kissed lower, across his chest as my hands felt for his belt.
It didn't take me long to push his jeans down and free his cock, with a little help from Carl.
"You don't have to do this," he said, his voice gravelly and revealing how much he wanted it despite the words to the contrary.
I shifted so I was on my hands and knees, leaning over him on the sofa. It left my ass facing the door and a little exposed, but that would hopefully give Dean a treat when he re-entered the room.
I flashed Carl a wicked grin before leaning down and taking his cock into my mouth. I pressed my tongue against the sensitive skin, increasing the pressure as I sucked on him. Carl groaned, his hands flying to my head. I could feel how much it was taking him not to push my head further down and start controlling my movements. He wanted to take control, but didn't so I could find my rhythm.
I liked that. It made me feel powerful, in control. And horny. He had no idea how wet this was making me.
Footsteps sounded behind me, and it was all I could do to keep focusing on Carl's cock. The situation was so new that someone else being in the room was still foreign.
"You moved quick, Katie," Dean said, amusement in his voice.
I hummed my agreement, the vibration of which made Carl lose control. His hands tightened in my hair and he pushed my head against his cock a little firmer.
"Shall we find out how much she's enjoying doing that?" Dean asked Carl.
"Please do," the other man responded, his voice gruff from enjoyment.
A shiver ran down my spine at the anticipation of what was to come.
"It's a good job you're wearing a dress," Dean said to me, making short work of pulling my leggings off without disturbing us. The thud of his belt buckle hitting the floor only increased my anticipation.
I couldn't believe I was doing this. Or how much I was enjoying it.
"Don't stop sucking Carl's dick, Katie," Dean instructed.
It was only then that I realised I'd stopped moving. Eagerly, I began moving my mouth up and down him again, only becoming more and more turned on as his hard cock hit the back of my throat.
The sofa shifted as Dean joined us again. Without waiting, he flipped my skirt up, revealing my ass to him.
"And it's a good job you're wearing a thong," he observed, his hands gliding over the bare skin of my ass. "Maybe you knew you'd need to give us easy access," he whispered.
I groaned.
"If you keep talking to her like that, I'm going to come down her throat sooner than I want to," Carl murmured.
Another thrill of power fuelled desire ran through me. I was making that happen.
Dean chuckled. "All right, I promise to keep the chatter to a minimum."
I shook my head ever so slightly, which was hard with cock filling my voice.
Carl chuckled, his whole body vibrating as he did. "Seems she doesn't want that."
"I can find out how much she doesn't want it," Dean suggested, his hand brushing against my core through the thin material of my thong.
I pressed against his touch, but it was already gone.
"I don't think your panties are doing their job," Dean said wickedly. "They're soaked through."
Carl groaned.
"Hold still for a moment, Katie," Dean instructed. "We don't want Carl to come too soon now, do we?"
I shook my head again. I wanted this to last for as long as possible. I hadn't imagined Dean would be so into talking dirty, but I liked it.
He pushed my thong to the side and slipped two fingers inside me.
"Oh, Katie. You're so wet."
I didn't answer. Not that I could with Carl's hard cock still filling my mouth. I pushed back into Dean's hand though, hoping he'd get the message.
Unfortunately for me, he didn't, and pulled his fingers from me.
I groaned in frustration, disappointed that his touch was gone. Seconds later, the disappointment disappeared as a hot wet tongue darted out. He flicked it against my clit and I almost came there and then.
"Stay still, Katie," Carl warned me.
How was I going to do that when Dean's tongue was causing such delicious sensations throughout me. Nevermind staying still, I was going to end up writhing between them and exploding in pleasure.
My insides coiled tighter as I tried to hold back the flood of desire that threatened to wash through me at any moment. Just as I was about to explode, Dean moved away.
I barely breathed, waiting for him to do something. To finish me. To let me come.
The soft snap of a condom slipping into place filled me with anticipation.
His cock nudged at my entrance, pushing in with ease and filling me. He held still for a moment, letting me fully realise I was lying between two men, one with his cock in my pussy, the other in my mouth.
"You can move again, Katie," Dean said, his voice breathless. I guessed I wasn't the only one who was close to coming then.
Slowly, I drew my tongue along Carl's length. His fingers tangled tighter in my hair as he guided me downwards.
The moment Dean began to move within me in fast, furious thrusts, one of his hands digging into my hips, the other finding my clit, all thoughts left my mind. This was too much. They were going to make me forget my name at this rate.
Carl tugged on my hair as he began to thrust into my mouth erratically. I knew what was coming even before he warned me, but I didn't plan on stopping. I'd take everything he had, and then go back for more.
Dean must have sensed what was happening, as he increased his own pace and rubbed my clit harder. I cried out around Carl's cock, the pleasure almost so intense that it caused me pain.
Carl began to shudder beneath me, which was enough to push me, and then Dean, over the edge. Pleasure flooded through me, and my vision went black as I thought of nothingness. I wasn't aware of either of the men until I collapsed against them, sated, exhausted, and ready to do it all again.