Free Make Me by Charlotte Stein Page A

be.
    Though I’m surer after he speaks.
    ‘You want it? Huh? I’m gonna do it in your mouth.’
    Yeah, I’m sure then. I glance up at him and he’s near shaking, face as flushed as Brandon’s, nipples making tight little points through his shirt. It’s arresting to see him like that but even more so to feel him this out of control, and I push for a bit extra.
    I want him to fuck my mouth, I realise. I want him to be rough with me the way he was with Brandon, but he holds back. Just a little. Just enough for it to surprise me when his head goes back and his hips jerk forwards, and his thick, creamy spend floods my mouth.
    ‘Ohhh yeah,’ he tells me. ‘Keep going, keep going, I’m coming.’
    But he really doesn’t have to explain. Even if he wasn’t spurting all over my tongue, I can actually feel his cock swelling and jerking. He’s trembling, too – little spasms that make me crazy and remind me of how it felt for me to climax so viciously and hardly be able to think through any of it.
    I can hardly think now. I drown in the sounds of both my men going over, first in the guttural but reined-in groans that Tyler gives me, and then the much bolder, brighter cries of pleasure from Brandon, as he gives me what I never thought he could. He stands up for his orgasm and instead of tamely splashing my belly or my breasts he coats the place Tyler’s just finished filling.
    He covers my lips and my chin and my cheek with his come, until I’m nothing but a used up mess. I’m a cock-sucking slut, too, but that’s not half the insult it used to be in my head.
    It’s like a badge of honour, instead.

Chapter Six
    I don’t know what to do, once it’s done – and that’s probably how I end up taking another shower like a maniac. I stand under the hot spray and have ten imaginary conversations in my head, most of which start with the words
So what do we do now?
And finish with me returning to my monotonous life.
    I’m not brave enough for this, I think. I’m the kind of person who started out at college dreaming of being a writer, and gradually eroded that dream down to a journalist, and then a teacher, and finally ended it with what I am: a librarian.
    I can sense that I’m going to erode this, too. After all, I did that very thing last time. I took something sexy and risky and great and turned it into something I never wanted to think about ever again.
    And now it’s back, with reinforcements.
    ‘Maisie?’ Brandon calls through the bathroom door and, for this huge moment, I can’t actually answer him. The words make this clicking sound in my throat, as my head floods with the images of all the things we just did. I just
did
them, like it didn’t even matter. ‘You OK in there? I’m just gonna put some clothes on the wash basket, OK?’
    No, not OK, I think. You’ll come in and see me naked!
    But of course that’s crazy. He just saw me naked about half an hour ago. He saw how pink and tight my nipples get when I’m excited, and how swollen and messy my pussy was. If he strains hard enough, he could probably recall it all from last time, too.
    I don’t know why I’m suddenly shy. When he comes in, I find myself moving to the back of the rickety shower, so that he won’t see me through the frosted door. And, once he’s left the clothes, I dart out like a criminal, drying hastily and shoving all the stupid things on, before anyone can catch me.
    I feel like a fool, afterwards – and not just because of my still-wet skin and my misplaced embarrassment. There’s also the fact that I’m wearing an old college jersey of Tyler’s, and a pair of jeans of Brandon’s, and both things are so immense on me I can hardly walk. The hems trail off my feet like flippers. I have to roll up the sleeves, just to make sure I still have hands.
    And naturally they both laugh when they see me – Brandon in an apologetic sort of way, Tyler … less so.
    ‘I don’t understand why you didn’t bring anything with you,’