Free Trinity by M. Never Page A

erratic cries and convulsing core, Chase pounds away until he’s covered in sweat and strung tight as a fiddle. He buries his face in my neck and locks my body in a strong hold as he comes, his strained sounds muffled in my ear.
    “Now Shane isn’t the only one who knows how good your pussy feels.” Chase heaves, still winded, but replete from his climax, kissing my collarbone tenderly.
    “I didn’t know it was so sought after,” I hum euphorically, my limbs as limp as a noodle.
    “More than sought after. Coveted.” Shane slides in for a toe-curling kiss.
    “Mmm, agreed.” Chase pumps his semi-hard cock in and out of me as he brushes his lips up and down my neck. It’s sensation overload. Physical, emotional, spiritual. A man has never fawned over me after sex before. Not like these two.
    I sigh deeply, sedate, as the three of us sink into the mattress. Limbs tangled, sexual appetites satisfied—for now.

    “We promised you’d get a shot in your mouth, now open up.” Chase is kneeling above me, trapping me beneath his naked body. Shane behind him, peeking over his shoulder.
    “No!” I squeal as I shake my head.
    “C’mon, Jenn, open up. You chose dare.” He hovers the whipped cream nozzle over my mouth. I’m being stubborn just to be a tease. “Let’s see how much you can swallow.” He points the tip directly at my lips with a sexually charged expression.
    “A lot.” I provoke him as I open my mouth. He shoots the whipped cream and I swallow one, two, three, four, five mouthfuls down.
    “Impressive.” Shane raises his eyebrows mimicking Chase’s aroused predilection.
    We’ve been in bed all damn morning. The two of them weren’t kidding when they said they wanted me all to themselves. I can’t tell you the last time I found so much enjoyment from doing nothing. These two love to find the fun in everything. I’m coming to discover they’re nothing but grown-up adolescents with too much time and money on their hands. They make it way too easy to just be. Be with them, be myself, be happy.
    Proceed with caution.
    “Okay. My turn.” I address Chase, still pinned beneath him. “Truth or dare?”
    He cocks an eyebrow. “Truth.”
    “Chickenshit.” Shane accuses.
    “Shut it,” Chase elbows him and looks down at me.
    “What’s the most fucked up thing you’ve ever done?” I ask.
    “Peeling the onion back are we?” Chase pokes my ribs causing me to squirm.
    “Maybe.” I laugh my response.
    “Hmmm,” The wheels in that pretty head of his turn. “I’m not very vindictive, but I did have this roommate in college who was a total bitch. I don’t know if it was me, or she just had a chip on her shoulder, but it irritated the shit out of me because I was faultless.”
    “Sure you were,” Shane heckles him.
    “I was.” Chase is adamant. “We barely crossed paths that semester. I was always at the library or buried in a book.”
    “I believe it. You are a bit of a geek,” Shane continues to tease him.
    “You’re going to get it,” Chase glowers back at him.
    “Bring it.” Shane rises to the challenge, goading him purposelessly.
    “Hey,” I interject. “Focus. What happened with the girl?”
    “Well,” Chase looks me in the eyes. “I figured if she was going to act like a bitch to me I might as well give her a reason to.”
    “What did you do?” I probe.
    “Fucked her boyfriend.” He snickers. “Imagine her face when he told her they were breaking up so he could be with me.”
    “Oh my god, that’s terrible.” I chide.
    Chase shrugs innocently. “It is, but you asked.”
    “It’s how the game is played.” I giggle.
    Resting contently on the pillow I spy the time and am hit with a little pang of guilt. It’s almost one in the afternoon. “I hate to break up this party, but I have to go.” I deliver the bad news.
    “To the bathroom?” Shane attempts some backhanded humor.
    “Home. For just a bit. To get some clothes.” I bat my eyelashes at him. At both of