Get Closer by Alyssa Turner

Chapter 7

Chloe

There was something up with Martell and Russel. They’d been acting funny the entire night. And now, glancing back and forth between them, I suspected I knew the answer. Martell’s gaze was tethered to Russel, tracking his every move and then following his line of sight out over the lake. Whatever Russel saw out there, Martell saw it too.

Somehow during Russel’s story, Martell had inched closer to him. They were so close now, their thighs nearly brushed each other. You’d have to be blind not to see the attraction raging between them and I wondered, with a little prodding, how far I could take this. Both men were ridiculously hot. Both men also wanted me. And this little game of ours had made me wet enough to want to see this through.

How many times had I dreamed of hooking back up with Russel? And the crush I’d developed on Martell wasn’t going away anytime soon. I didn’t want to choose between them and now watching them…maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the moonlit night, or maybe it was just the one thousand two hundred and now sixty-five days of work-related celibacy that had me ready to jump them both. At the same time, I wanted to snap the thread of trepidation holding both of them back from what looked like an epic tsunami of lust. I could see Martell and Russel easily giving in to their inner demons with a tiny bit of my help. I licked my lips, feeling like mile-high-girl was finally ready to come out to play.

“I have one,” I said, feeling my face heat as both Russel and Martell turned their attention to me.

Russel smirked, shifting slightly away from Martell. “Oh, yeah? Bring it on.”

I nodded slowly, smiling wickedly. “I’m walking back from the company party and stumble into what I think is my cabin.”

Martell chuckled.

Oh, just you wait.

“When I turn on the lights, I see you, Martell, sitting at the little dining table, but you don’t notice me…” I turned to Russel this time, my gaze zeroing in on him. “Because you’re too busy sucking Russel’s cock.”

Russel took a shuddering breath, rolling his shoulders back while clearing his throat. “Oh…” He glanced over at Martell, before quickly looking away.

“Yeah, Russel. You’re sitting on the table with your perfectly pressed dress trousers pulled open, watching your cock disappear down Martell’s throat…and you know what? You love it.” I stepped toward both men, so I stood in the middle, between them and so close I could hear their ragged breaths above the constant chirping of crickets around us. “You lean back and brace yourself with one hand, and with the other, you take Martell’s head and thrust up and deep inside his mouth. I can hear you moaning while Martell strokes his own leaking cock.”

Russel chuckled nervously. “I don’t think Martell would enjoy sucking my dick.”

Martell raised an eyebrow as if Russel just gave him a challenge. He tilted his head to the side, eyeing Russel up and down for a moment before turning to me. “Is that something you’d like to see, Chloe?”

Russel’s breath hitched.

“Yeah,” I breathed. “I would love to see that.”

“What do you think, Russel?” Martell asked.

I nearly chuckled at how Russel’s gaze seemed glued to the grass. Nearly. He was so nervous I wanted to give him a hug, but he wasn’t running away. In fact, it seemed like he had grown roots—he was completely frozen in place. “What do you mean, what do I think?”

“Should we put on a show for her?”

I waited for Russel to take the bait, hoping for his sanity he would just let go and live out the fantasy the way we did all those years ago, but he stood there, staring at the ground, unmoving.

I was beginning to realize this little fantasy of mine was impossible. I stepped toward him, worried he was going to explode into a million pieces if I didn’t stop this. “You don’t have—”

“I want to.”

I stopped in my tracks, watching as Russel turned to face Martell.

“Really?” Martell asked, already beginning to kneel in front of Russel. He reached for Russel’s pants, unbuttoning them before pausing. “Are you sure?”

Russel stared down at Martell, stroking his face lightly as he slowly nodded. “Yes,” he breathed. “I’m sure.”

I watched Martell unzip Russel’s pants and pull his straining erection free, already dripping pre-cum. Martell licked at the glistening bead of liquid and then kissed the tip lightly, causing Russel to throw his head back and hiss. Continuing to worship Russel with his lips and his tongue, Martell unbuttoned his own jeans to grab hold of his rather beautiful cock and stroke himself slowly. Russel’s gaze met mine and I smiled, nodding in appreciation while his hand found its way to Martell’s face. He cupped his cheek, stroking his skin with his thumb. Martell whimpered, encouraged by even that small gesture to suck harder and take more of Russel in. Their rhythm quickened and soon both of Russel’s hands gripped the sides of Martell’s head and he thrust deeper inside to the back of Martell’s throat.

“God, that feels fucking amazing,” Russel growled while watching his cock disappear beyond Martell’s lips. His gaze turned to me once again, his eyes drunk with sex. “Do you like this, Chloe?” He breathed, driving into Martell’s mouth and earning a whimper from the other man.

I smirked and sauntered towards him. “Yes,” I breathed into his ear and felt him shudder under my hands when I toyed with the hem of his shirt. I pulled it over his head, throwing it somewhere along the dirt path. My hands circled around his waist, smoothing over the ridges and valleys of his perfect six-pack before dipping down to cup his balls.

Martell stood up then, wedging Russel between us. In my platform wedge sandals, I could see over Russel’s shoulder and register the hunger in his eyes. He reached for the back of my head, pulling me into a searing kiss and pressing Russel closer to both of us, even as he shifted slightly to the left. Russel dipped his head and claimed a part of that kiss for himself. Our three mouths traded licks and sips from each other. No beginning and no end to the circuit we’d created.

“I’m so wet,” I said, taking Russel’s hand and dipping it under my waistband. He moaned as his fingers found my slick entrance, pushing one finger into me. “I want to play, too.”

Martell reached beyond Russel to tug on my waistband and pull my shorts down to my ankles. As he stood back up his fingers swapped places with Russel’s in my cunt. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Russel kneeling, his mouth latching onto Martell’s engorged head. Martell and I both watched mesmerized, as Russel went to task gliding his tongue up the length of Martell’s shaft and down again before choosing to take him all the way in.

Then his fingers found their way back to my pussy, navigating every nerve ending with slippery circles. I whimpered when he turned his full attention to me and breathed warm and heavy on my wet lips before spreading them and tasting me. His tongue flicked against my clit while his fingers teased my entrance. My legs grew weak and I felt myself falling, my knees hitting the grass.

Martell’s cock bobbed in my face and my mouth was an open invitation. His fingers threaded in my hair as I reached for Russel’s shaft as well. Russel stood again, and now I had them just where I wanted. I lapped at their cockheads, and then swirled my tongue in an infinity sign around the edges of both. Fisting them, one in each hand, I rubbed them together on my tongue and stroked their shafts in unison.

“Damn, Chloe, I don’t want to come like this. You have to stop.” Martell pleaded even as he pushed his hips forward, egging me on.

“How do you want to come, Martell?” I asked, backing off a little.

Martell fumbled with his pants, kicking off his shoes and stripping out of his jeans all together. He dug into the pockets and took out a condom, looking at me with a question in his gaze. “I’d much rather come inside you.” He pulled out another condom and his gaze shifted to Russel. “While he is inside me.”

I smiled and took one, ripping the package open with my teeth before sliding it onto his dick. I turned to Russel and held up the unopened package.

He eyed it, a confused expression on his face. I opened my mouth, about to say he could watch if he liked, but I stopped when Martell put his hand on Russel’s cheek, stroking his face lightly. “You don’t have to, Russel,” he said, chuckling nervously. “I’m honestly surprised you made it this far.”

Russel lunged for Martell then, capturing his lips for a searing kiss while he pulled the man towards him, cradling his face in his hands. “I’m going to fuck you tonight.” Russel practically growled, then turned to me and plucked the condom from my fingers.

With trembling hands, he unwrapped the condom and rolled it on, staring at me as if I held the instruction book to this whole thing.

I stood up and kissed Russel first, hoping it would calm any fears he felt before I settled onto all fours in the soft dewy grass. With a toss of my head over my shoulder, I swayed my ass left and then right and then—

Martell was on me then, gripping hold of my ass cheeks and spreading me wide with one of his large football player hands. Then he guided his cock to my pussy, and we both shuddered when he pressed into me slow and deep.

“You fit perfectly, Chloe,” he said in a gravelly whisper.

“Mmm…we do.” I lifted my head towards Russel. “I bet Martell will fit perfectly between us too.”

Russel’s head dipped for a moment as he stroked his cock once and then twice. Then he slanted his gaze up from under his lashes. “Are you ready for this?”

Martell stilled inside me and took in a sharp breath before answering Russel. “I was ready for this the day I met you.”