Nursed by Three

Liza, the new girl in Apartment 4F. Yeah, I bet you’ve got it where it counts…”
I’m fighting the urge not to grin like a loon as Bren’s darkly suggestive gaze burns right through me. Yeah, I’m definitely feeling it now alright. The ache of desire is practically painful. Especially since I haven’t gotten any since Andrew left me. Not like he could ever give me much pleasure anyway…
“Normally on a Saturday night off work we’d be out at the bars already,” Evan drawls, “you wouldn’t believe how good it feels to just cut loose and move to the music after fourteen hours on your feet trying to make sure nobody in your care fucking dies or something…”
“I…um…yeah, that must be tough…” is all I can manage.
“Hey,” Bren shrugs, that dark twinkle in his eyes flashing bright and hot for just a second as he practically stares right in to my soul. “we work hard and we play hard. That’s just how we like to do things…and always together…”
“You mind?” Evan says and he stands in one smooth and graceful movement, every muscle in that insanely ripped body flexing as he moves to my iPod in its holder hooked up to the speakers. He’s flicking through the tracks before I have a chance to answer and I’m wracking my brains praying there isn’t anything too embarrassing on there.
“Hey,” he smiles, “The Chompers, we saw these guys play last summer. Great gig.”
“Wow,” Bren smiles, arching that demon brow again as he considers me, “great taste in wine, great taste in music…well you really are just full of surprises aren’t you Liza?”
I feel myself blush again as a self-conscious smile spreads across my face…but this time I don’t look away. I manage to hold his penetrating glare myself for a beat or two as the wine starts giving me all the wrong ideas about what dancing with these two studs might actually lead to.
I’m just about to catch myself and remind myself to cool it a bit before I show myself up as completely desperate here when I feel Evan’s smooth strong hand slide to the small of my back as he guides me effortlessly off the stool.
That power…that strength… God, I haven’t been touched in so long…
“Come on,” he says, “why don’t you show us how it’s done?”
His total lack of self-consciousness as his powerful hips sway to the music disarm any that I might feel myself and within seconds his hands slide softly over my hips, giving me permission to go with the flow and let the music just guide me like it’s guiding him. A giddy thrill shoots up my chest and I feel that warmth under my jeans spread wider, so inviting and seductive…
We’ve been chatting for almost an hour now, joking and teasing and getting to know each other…really having more fun than I’ve had in months…but this is happening so fast, isn’t it? I should really try to slow things down here…
But then Bren, is behind me as well, gliding up against me with such a powerful presence that I suddenly have to fight the urge not to arch my butt right up against his delicious crotch and start grinding on him like a complete and utter harlot. And just like that, slowing things down is the last thing I could want…
These guys are so big and powerful, it makes me wonder what else might be big and powerful too? And they’re so at ease in close proximity to each other, as they dance with effortless rhythm to the music, drawing me into their perfect sway. Is dancing with girls the only thing they do like this, both of them together? Why am I getting the feeling that maybe these guys share a whole lot more than a dance with one lucky lady when they decide to really let loose…?
“we work hard and we play hard. That’s just how we like to do things…and always together…”
Bren’s words from earlier return to me like a promise of sinful pleasures and I catch Evan’s eyes on my lips as he dances up against me, so close I can feel the electricity jumping off his tight light grey t-shirt, clinging so close to the skin that I can read every curve and crevice in his perfectly sculpted abdomen. Hell, I can even see his nipples, perfect little whorls poking through the fabric and I bite my lip at the thought of actually tasting them.
And now he’s the one who’s caught me looking. I blush scarlet red as his eyes fill with shining heat and he nods slightly, as if to commend me for my open hunger. As if to say: it’s ok to want us Liza. After all, we want you too…
I breathe a half-giggle half-squeak and if it wasn’t for their powerful hands on my body guiding me to the beat, I’m sure I would definitely break rhythm and be dancing here like I’ve got two left hands where my feet should be. But these guys are unstoppable, they move in perfect self-assured time to the music, each of them in possession of full mastery of their own magnificent bodies and I’m helpless but to move with them too.
“Fifteen days without catching any steam,” Bren growls in my ear, the rich coffee of his voice so deep and thrilling that it makes every single hair on my body stand up in full attention. The vibration of his voice on my ear, the heat of his breath, my need for these two is so hot and heavy now that I don’t care how much of a harlot they might think I am. If they tried to leave now I think I might have to hold them at gun point.
But one look at Evan’s gorgeous lips as he smiles a smile so full of dark and knowing intent that it