Lexi Sylver “Triple Play”

About Lexi Sylver…

Currently residing in Montréal, Canada, I divide my time between writing short erotic stories and running a small lingerie business.  My passions for psychology, reading, writing and sex have all combined wonderfully to help me produce original, detailed and explicit erotic works for my fans and friends to pore over.  I am in the midst of working on Mating Season, a collection of previously unpublished short erotic stories.  Read my erotic shorts, sex advice, and humorous Top 10 lists on my site: http://www.lexisylver.com/.

“Triple Play”

By Lexi Sylver

The night air is cool on my skin, the wind sweeping up the skirt of my dress, softly caressing my bare thighs.  I pull open the large door to the bar, Patrick and Jackson right behind me, the seductive music sucking us in.  The three of us have just left a mutual friend’s birthday party, deciding to have a quick drink before heading home.  I feel especially sensuous, Patrick and Jackson’s brown eyes roving over my breasts, the curve of my ass and the pout of my lips, for the last few hours.  Since I met these sexy, Irish-blooded brothers six months ago, I have been consumed with fantasies of them, pondering the deliciousness of crossing the line beyond our flirtation.

Nothing has ensued yet from our heated stares, and double entendres.  I attributed the lack of our sexual engagement to my reluctance (and inability) to choose between them, to allow one to penetrate me while leaving the other to feel dejected, ultimately losing the egotistical, territorial battle that is particularly powerful between kin.  Now I flourish under their attentiveness, rethinking my options.  I am so aroused I can barely sit still, constantly adjusting myself on the seat between them at this small, round table.

The waitress serves our drinks, momentarily distracting me from the two men’s stares.  We thank her, clinking glasses before falling into a deep conversation about their upcoming baseball game.  The thought of them in their uniforms makes me smile slyly.  I manage to take one sip of my amaretto sour before I feel a hand stroking my bare knee underneath the table.  It is impossible to figure out which brother is doing this, because neither of them have ever tried to touch me so intimately before, and they are both leaning forward with their hands in their laps.

The mystery thrills me, and the warm hand starts to make its way up my inner thigh.  I smile as Patrick animatedly recounts a story, and I wonder if he’s the perpetrator.  After all, he is the eldest and the more outwardly sexual, but Jackson is secretly devilish himself, though less obvious about his seductiveness.   Jackson watches me intently, grinning boyishly.  Soft fingertips brush against the front of my panties, making me almost jump in shock.  I consume my drink several sips at a time just to hide the amused expression on my face.

“What’s wrong?” Patrick asks, being his usual observant self.  Of course, he may know exactly what– and who– is responsible for my altered countenance.

“Everything’s perfect,” I manage to say without moaning as the fingers exert more pressure.

“So, you want to go home after this?” Patrick asks, raising an eyebrow at me suggestively, always blatantly flirtatious with me.

I smile, shrug.  “Actually, I wouldn’t mind hanging out for awhile,” I propose.  This is hardly an unusual invitation, since the three of us have spent many hours in each other’s company, usually making me feel extremely excitable.  I can’t resist prolonging the all-consuming feeling of being so… wanted.

The brothers exchange glances but I can’t read their silent communication.

“I have to go pick up my jacket from Roxie’s first,” Jackson says.  The rubbing under the table ceases, leaving me simmering, desiring.

“We’ll meet back at our place then,” Patrick tells Jackson, standing from his chair.  We part ways in front of the restaurant, but not before Jackson gives me a quick wink.  I smile at him and bite my lip involuntarily, practically tasting him on my lips.  I realize I don’t think I can handle the suspense any longer… I need to have them, and have them both, as immediately as possible.

Patrick and I walk to the apartment he shares with Jackson, stealing sideways, admiring glances at each other.  I realize it was most likely his hand underneath the table rather than Jackson’s, since Patrick is much more likely to have started to seduce me unprompted.  As his keys jingle in the door, I realize we are going to be alone before Jackson returns.

“Want some coffee?” he asks, and I nod, so we make our way to the kitchen.  The last thing I need is to feel edgier, but I need to imbibe something to momentarily quell my restless oral fixation.

I reach into the cupboard to take down some cups, but Patrick comes up behind me, his arm sneaking around my waist, pulling me back towards his body.  He pushes away the hair from my neck, lowering his lips to the supremely tender skin.  The build up of months’ worth of seduction has culminated into this, making my decision to respond much more readily.

I turn around to face him, and his lips descend on mine without hesitation, letting me finally taste him.  His kiss is gentle yet deep, probing, the softness of his tongue on mine forcing me to wonder how it would feel on the rest of my skin.  His fingers tangle in my mess of curls, his other arm around my back, pulling me tight, the feel of his body causing waves of warmth to crash within me.  I crush my breasts into him, pressing my palm against the pulsing erection in his jeans.

“Don’t tease me,” he says, smiling, his face only inches from mine.

“I’m not,” I promise, tugging his shirt to bring him back down to me again.  Patrick eagerly runs his hands over the slope of my back, my ass.  My knees weaken, my fluids pooling between my thighs.  His mouth tenderly brushes against mine, one of his large hands roving over my flat belly up to my breasts.

“In case you were wondering,” Patrick murmurs against my lips, his other hand now traveling up the hem of my dress, “that was my hand under the table.”

I ponder this for a fleeting second as his fingers find the front of my sheer panties again, soaked through with my lust.  He smiles, pleased he is able to elicit such a reaction from me.  His other hand slips over my exposed shoulder, his mouth descending to my neck, my collarbone.  His fingers twine in the strap of my dress, slipping it down my arm, revealing the lace of my cherry red bra.

Patrick’s arm drops down to hike up my dress around my waist, looping his fingers in each side of my matching red g-string, letting it fall to the ground at my feet.  I am conscious only of his experienced digits between my legs, rubbing my soreness.  He watches me and slips his fingers inside, making me moan.  My hands roam over his ass, pushing him closer to me, feeling his considerable erection against my belly.

My fingers pry open his belt, impatiently unzipping and pulling down his pants, his thickness visible in his snug boxer-briefs.  Just as I  encircle him with my hand, he pulls away, hoisting me onto the kitchen countertop with one strong arm.  I watch helplessly as he spreads my thighs apart, staring up at me as he lowers his mouth to my aching clit.  He pulls me closer to his face, making it futile to struggle against the pleasure of his touch.  His fingers thrust slowly inside of me, while encircling my clit with the soft underside of his tongue.  I lean back in ecstasy… when I realize that Jackson is standing right behind Patrick, watching us.

I’m shocked and dumbfounded, frozen, Patrick’s tongue still stroking my clit, making me moan involuntarily.  I try to read Jackson’s expression, to see if he is confused or upset, but his eyes are riveted on me, the swell of my breasts in my bra, my parted lips, my outstretched legs.  I am absurdly turned on just observing Jackson watch me, groaning under the influence of his older brother’s touch.  Suddenly, Patrick withdraws from me, turning around as though physically feeling his brother’s presence in the room.

I wait with bated breath to see what will happen between them.  They make eye contact, and Patrick nods his head, encouraging Jackson to do what he may not normally deem appropriate.  My stomach knots up, hoping, waiting… wondering if one of the most intense fantasies I’ve ever conjured up is in the midst of being realized.  The thought makes me throb so much that I bring my fingers down between my legs, and start to stroke myself.

Jackson and Patrick watch me play with myself, my other hand squeezing my exposed breast, licking then biting my bottom lip.  Patrick gives Jackson a sideways look that blatantly exclaims, come on.

I sigh delightedly when Jackson approaches me, still looking hesitant to touch me, taken aback by the situation he has stumbled upon.  He comes up near enough so I can feel his warm breath on my lips, the heat of his hand as he runs it up my thigh.  He pushes back the stray curls that have fallen into my eyes, cupping the side up my face, tilting my jaw up as he covers my mouth with his.  Jackson is a bit more tender than his brother’s urgency, but equally tantalizing.

His succulent lips are impossibly soft, caressing my mouth like silk, sliding his tongue gently against mine.  His lips move to the sweet spot behind my ear, his hot breath making goose bumps rise on my skin.  I grab a fistful of his shirt and pull him closer to me, making it clear that I crave him.  I cover his hand on my thigh, guiding it upwards, fortifying him to do what I know he’s been dreaming of doing since we first met.  His fingers reach my moist opening, caressing my swollen clit, sending shock waves of pleasure throughout my body.

Patrick watches Jackson bite my shoulder, his eyes clouded over with the knowledge that he isn’t the only one possessing me.  The excess of testosterone and competitiveness between them thrills me in a strange, electrifying way.  Patrick nears me until his erection presses into the outside of my thigh, his hands cupping my breasts, stroking each nipple, rolling them between his fingers.  Their attention makes me feel like a vixen, and I boldly taking their distended cocks into each hand, squeezing their hardness.  I decide I need more of them, and now.

I push them back, seeing Jackson overtly licking his fingers, tasting me, smiling with anticipation.  Still holding each of their erections, I slide off the counter top, my heels clicking loudly onto the tile floor, letting my dress fall off my body to my ankles.  I step out of it, look both of them in the eye and walk slowly into the living room, guiding them by their desire.  As I realize I am about to have a threesome with the sexiest pair of brothers I have ever met, I feel insanely empowered.

I turn towards Patrick first, kissing him fully, passionately on the mouth, reaching behind me to unclasp Jackson’s pants, and he helps me drag them down with his boxers.  My other hand lifts up the hem of Patrick’s shirt, touching his steaming bare skin.  Jackson presses his bare cock against my ass, his arm between my thighs, rubbing my clit in circles, slipping his fingers into my tight opening.  Patrick pulls his shirt over his head, turning to throw it near the wall, giving me an up-close view of the symbols tattooed from his bicep, up across his back.  I nod appreciatively, running my hands over the hard planes of his body.  I tug down the waistband of his boxers, smiling down at my fate.

I bite my lip hard as Jackson’s fingers work me up into a breathtaking frenzy.  My hips arch backward towards him, his tongue trailing up and down my neck, the hollow of my jaw.  My hand wraps around Patrick’s pulsating head, squeezing tightly, raising my eyebrow.  Patrick sits down on the couch, and I stand in front of him, naked but for my heels.  I lean my head back to kiss Jackson fully on the lips, making shivers run down my spine.  He drags his mouth to my ear.

“I need to taste you,” he murmurs, making me throb with yearning.

“Lie down,” I whisper, and get to my knees on the floor in front of Patrick.  As instructed, Jackson lies down on his back on the carpet, his face looking up at me expectantly.

I sigh contentedly, unbelievably fortunate.  I straddle Jackson’s face, watching him look up at me and wink boyishly before softly kissing up each of my inner thighs, making his way closer to my burning core.  His hands caress my hips, the curve of my ass, the backs of my thighs.  I groan, then focus my attention on Patrick’s full cock, waiting to be taken hostage.

I grasp his engorged member tightly in my hands, grinning up at him as I alternately lick and nibble on his inner thighs.  He sighs deeply as I travel upwards, licking the underside of his package, tugging on it, lightly tracing my nails across the soft skin.  I stare up at him as my tongue swirls up the base of his shaft to his head, and back down again, before taking him deeply between my lips.  Jackson’s delectable tongue makes me tremble, raising goose bumps on my bare flesh.  His hands part my thighs, delving his fingers inside of me, sucking on my clit.  I moan on Patrick’s cock, evoking the same response from him.

I twist my hand up like a corkscrew in synchrony with my mouth.  Patrick pulls my hair again, knowing I love it, the slight pain making me moan.  Jackson is sending me into an orgasmic bliss.  I feel my muscles start tensing, the throbbing intensifying, his fingers rubbing my g-spot internally while his tongue swirls around my clit.  I moan deeply as I explode, my body quivering, my toes clenching.  My sex drips into Jackson’s awaiting lips, a triumphant look in his eyes when I stare down at him.

I glance up at Patrick, feeling momentarily weakened as Jackson teases out the last of my spasms.  I slip my mouth off of Patrick’s cock, lifting my leg back over Jackson’s face to recover.

“I want you inside of me,” I almost growl to Patrick, squeezing his shaft with authority.  His grin lets me know that he wants to break me apart.  Jackson gets up from the floor and they both help me up on wobbly knees until I can balance in my heels.

“Payback time,” I tell Jackson, pressing my breasts up against his chest, breathing hot on his neck.  I spy the dining room table and stride over, Jackson in tow with Patrick at my heels.  I look at the flat surface, at each of them, then crawl onto it, stretching my body on my side, widthwise across the table.

Patrick comes up to where my legs are spread wide open, inviting him.  He grasps my top leg and stretches it up high above my head, running his hands over my thighs.  Jackson steps closer, making me wet my lips, hungry for him.  I reach out and pull him towards me by the head of his cock, making him cry out slightly in surprise.  I wink at him, then loop my bottom leg around Patrick, tugging him nearer.  He leans over my outstretched body and presses his mouth to mine, making me sigh on his lips.

Patrick’s fingers glide over the moist folds of my sex, lowering his to my clit while gazing up at me.  I moan, easing my body to let Jackson kiss me thoroughly, passionately, sharing my sweetness with me.  Their attentions on both sets of my wet lips make me shiver anew.  I pull back from Jackson’s mouth, kissing my way down the line of his chest, his flat belly, dipping my tongue into his navel, the indentation of his pelvis.  I gaze up at him with big eyes, sliding my mouth over him, firmly clenching the base of his thick cock.  His fingers move into my hair, stroking my breasts, tracing soft lines down my back.

I gasp when the head of Patrick’s cock slips inside of me, feeling him stretch me apart, slowly digging into me, my lips vibrating with Jackson’s organ in my mouth.  Grabbing onto my hips, Patrick plunges into me with the same rhythm as my bobbing head, pumping each of their pulsating selves into my wetness on each end.

Jackson’s expression is euphoric, his fingers tender, teasing around my nipples, my breasts, as I look up at him pushing my mouth until his cock is buried to the hilt in my throat.  My tongue wanders over every ridge of him cock, memorizing the landscape.  Patrick pounds into me harder, rubbing my clit with the large pad of his thumb, sending waves of pleasure shooting through my body, making me feel like he is splitting me in half.  We all moan simultaneously.  My hand winds skillfully with my mouth, making him grasp me tighter.

Patrick delivers a firm smack to my ass, causing me to tighten around him.  I rotate my body slightly, belly down on the table, back arched downwards, my thighs spread apart for Patrick, my mouth still slurping the length of Jackson’s dick.  The look in Jackson’s eyes reveal his bliss and impatience to please me as deeply as Patrick is now, but I am still reeling from Jackson’s tongue on my clit and the fullness of his brother inside of me.

Securing my hips, Patrick runs his hand up and down the curve of my arched back.  Both of them grab my hair, Patrick pulling it towards him sharply as he delves deeper into me, his pelvis smacking audibly against my flanks, while Jackson pushes the curls away from my face as I increase the pressure on him.

The warmth floods inside of me, insufferable, the friction over both of my

sensitive lips too intense now.  My hips push backwards to meet Patrick’s merciless strokes, and I clench Jackson deeply in my wet mouth as I quake violently, everyone shaking tumultuously because of me, my sex juicing all over Patrick’s engorged cock and down my thighs.

Panting, I withdraw from Jackson, smiling drunkenly at him in a heavenly hormonal haze.  Patrick pulls out of me slowly, making me feel empty, craving the feel of Jackson’s thickness inside of me now, and wanting to taste myself on every considerable inch of Patrick’s cock.  They both help me down from the table, my heels tapping on the floor as I unsteadily guide Jackson into a chair, meeting the ardent look in his eyes.  I bend to kiss him briefly on the lips, whispering, “I’m going to take you for a wild ride.”

He raises an eyebrow at me, smiling, watching as I turn my back towards him, my heels planted firmly on the floor.  I lower myself tantalizingly onto his awaiting dick, feeling him glide into me easily, squeezing through my tight walls.  Jackson’s hands trail from my breasts down along the insides of my thighs, making me shiver again.  Patrick watches me, hungry, predatory, almost growling.  I lick my lips and invite him closer until his hips are aligned with my face.  I stare up at him lustily as his cock disappears anew into my insatiable mouth, grinding my hips simultaneously into his brother’s lap, my legs wide apart.

Jackson’s gifted fingers find my clit and start playing with me again.  His other arm around my tiny midsection, securing me as I roll my pelvis back onto his, making sure he can see the full outline of my curvaceous ass.  I hear him groan behind me as I swallow Patrick into the opening of my throat, watching his head roll back as he clenches the back of my neck, rubbing each of my nipples between his soft fingertips.  Jackson’s hips pump up and down with mine, descending his mouth to my back, my neck, biting on my ear, his hot breath making me groan.

I reach my hand between Patrick’s legs, wrapping my fingers around his package and tugging on it, at first gently then more forcefully,  my two forefingers grazing the exceptionally sensitive spot behind his balls in rhythm with my pumping hips.  The three of us fill the apartment with echoes of our uncontrollable moans.  I am arched at just the right angle for my g-spot to be continuously massaged by Jackson’s cock, his fingers playing with my clit at the same speed.  I ceaselessly slide my tongue around Patrick, pressing my small fingers into that spot, rubbing in circles as my mouth moves up and down the length of him.

My euphoria is mounting impossibly fast, ferocious.  Never before have I been so consumed with such mind-blowing pleasure.  Patrick’s fingers squeeze my breasts, Jackson’s hand working my clit expertly as though it’s an instrument, my hips and mouth sliding faster, deeper, harder.  I stare up into Patrick’s hazy eyes and watch him smile, right before my eyes squeeze shut.  I erupt in fervent convulsions, and Jackson tethers me closer to his body as I stifle my screams with Patrick’s cock in my mouth.

I feel Patrick tensing up at the same time, gripping onto my long curls tightly.  Jackson’s hips are lifting me off his lap with the force of his upwards thrusts, making my breasts bounce.  Patrick unleashes a primal groan, and I force him deeply to the back of my throat, pressing my fingers into him, winding my hand around him.  I feel his cock pulsing over and over, his delicious juices spurting over my tongue, down my throat.

As I drain Patrick, I grind against Jackson, my opening still squeezing around him, and feel his thighs tense underneath me.  He grasps me tight, his mouth close to my ear, and I hear him growl unexpectedly, his seed bursting hot inside of me, his fluids mingling with mine.

I shake my hips at Jackson until he begs me to stop from the sensitivity of it, Patrick moves quickly to hand me a towel as I slide myself precariously off of him, Jackson’s and my juice dripping out of me.  I stand there between them, the three of us fatigued by our lengthy play.  My lazy smile reveals both my unprecedented orgasm count and my newfound experience with these two delectable brothers.

“That coffee sounds good about now,” I tell Patrick, and the three of us laugh.  I know that after a bit of rest, I will be more than ready to exhaust them again.  After all, it’s not every night that I get to score a triple play with a mouthwateringly sexy pair of baseball brothers.  Maybe next time, I muse, I’ll make them keep their uniforms on…

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