Free Trinity by M. Never

the simplicity of love, but maybe it’s real after all, sitting right next to me in an oddly wrapped package.
    “Jenn?” Shane breathes my name.
    I close my eyes, nestling my face against his.
    “Are you on board with that?”
    As much as I have my doubts, and I have an abundant amount, the possibility of saying no just doesn’t seem to exist.
    “Yes.” I sigh serenely. Contentedly. “Are you both done with breakfast?” The need for the two of them is quickly brewing. Seems they can’t touch me without my body responding. Without it begging for the two of them to be inside me. Filling me to the point of insanity.
    “No,” Shane slips his hand up my shirt to massage my aching breasts. “Waffles were only the first course.”
    “Good.” I drape my arms around their necks, opening my body up for the taking.
    I’m rushed with the seductive sensations of two hungry mouths, two eager tongues, four luscious lips and twenty questing fingers.
    I go limp as Shane plucks my straining nipples and Chase flicks my hardening little nub, but nothing sets me off more than seeing them touch each other.
    “Do you know where I really want to see this go?” I pant.
    “Into the bedroom?” Chase answers, sliding his fingers easily through my slippery folds.
    “Yes. I want to watch you touch each other while you’re touching me.”
    “That can be arranged.” Shane bites the hell out of my neck. Once in the bedroom, my shirt disappears as do Shane and Chase’s shorts.
    I scoot back onto the bed as the two men take charge above me. Having no issues with exhibitionism, they invite me into their world. Displaying the passion, they share for one another immodestly, the same as in the shower this morning. Except, in this instance it feels different, less aggressive and more emotive as they kiss and stroke and touch intimately.
    I can’t stop myself, the two of them together does something inexplicable to my libido. My fingers fly to my clit as Chase tongues his way down Shane’s rippled stomach, enjoying each divot before swallowing his cock five inches from my face. I whimper as I stroke myself to the pace of Chase’s mouth, a forceful, undulating flow from the tip of the engorged head to the base of Shane’s erection.
    I touch my fingertip to the corner of Chase’s stretched lips, following their movement down Shane’s slick shaft as my arousal floods onto my hand. Shane grunts with every powerful pull of Chase’s mouth, his balls drawing up as he’s coaxed to the edge.
    “God that fucking mouth,” Shane grips Chase’s hair for dear life with his jaw clenched and eyes wild with unrepentant lust. Chase groans avidly in response.
    The pressure mounting between my legs begins to become unbearable. Torn if I should make myself come or demand it from them, I moan fanatically as my orgasm kisses my temptation.
    “You close, baby?” Shane reaches for me as Chase works on his cock.
    “So close, but I want you. Both of you. Either of you.” I clasp his hand, struggling to breathe.
    “Oh, fuck,” Shane suddenly bucks as Chase takes him deeper than before. Shane squeezes my hand as Chase drives him over the edge, fisting his cock and pumping unyielding until Shane shatters. I’m entranced as the beautiful man above me lets everything go, swept away in the current of potent pleasure. The minute Chase finishes sucking him dry, he turns his attention on me. Batting my hand away from between my legs, he covers me with his trembling body and slams into my pleading pussy without a word. We both emit a strangled sound on the moment of impact. Two ravenous bodies dying for release. I claw at his back as his commanding hips go straight for the kill, pounding the orgasm right out of me. Several God almighty thrusts later with his pelvis striking against my clit like a match, my body locks up and I catch fire. Clenching every muscle I have around him, I come in a burst; a firework display on the Fourth of July. In response to my