Nursed by Three

practically drips with the promise of bliss is enough to tell me that these guys aren’t going anywhere. At least not without getting what they came for first…
Every iota of logic I have in my brain is telling me to put a stop to this before I make a total fool of myself but my body is fighting back with ten times the strength. I feel Bren’s crotch brush up against my ass and there’s no denying the heat and heft that he’s holding there.
I’m not imagining things, this is really happening…
“Song’s ending,” Evan says, drawing my attention back to the front with a flash of something that would look like jealously on his gorgeous surfer-hunk face if it wasn’t so playful. The thought of having these guys fighting for my attention just about drives me over the edge…
“So I guess we should get back out there then, huh?” he continues, though he doesn’t move an inch away from where he looms above me, his fit and muscular body driving so much raw desire through my soul I feel like I’m ready to explode…
“Yeah,” Bren murmurs from behind me, not moving either, “after all, we only called over to tell you about our plans being on call for the whole floor for the night. Lee’s already out there checking in with people…”
Lee…the third and arguably most intimidating of the trio. I remember our conversation a few days ago and get a guilty feeling in my belly, even though surely it hadn’t meant anything to him…not to a guy like that… But nonetheless, thinking of him now makes this thing with his two best friends seem all the more wrong…and therefore all the more sinfully enticing…
“No!” I blurt, surprising myself at the urgency in my voice, “you don’t have to go just yet. At least let’s finish the wine together…”
I look up from between them as they exchange a wicked smirk and I realize with a rising, giddy excitement all the way up from my core through my belly to my quickly softening mouth that they were teasing me all along. They didn’t have any intention of leaving just yet at all…
The realization of just how on it is right now is slowly starting to dawn on me, when Evan reaches behind my back and pulls me roughly towards him, though not so rough that his partner in crime loses his own hold on my hips. Evan’s jaw clenches with self-control as his twilight ocean blue eyes burn down at me with open unadulterated male lust.
“I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you,” he growls, voice like a powerful motorcycle kicking into speed.
“We both have…” Bren grunts in my ear, his huge thing pushing up against my ass through the dual denim of our jeans.
“Tell us you don’t want us too,” Evan continues, “and we’ll walk right out of here this minute. Never mention it again. Just be friendly neighbors from here on out.”
“Yeah, tell us you don’t want us,” Bren growls, lips brushing against my ear and sending sparks of agonizing need all the way down my spine, “lie to us if you’re actually able…”
Some part of me still knows I should but I can’t. And Bren’s right about how that would be a bold-faced lie too. Right now, I need these guys to claim me more than anything in the whole world. Rational thought be damned.
“I can’t,” I whisper, “I don’t want you to go…”
And then their lips are on me, both of them at once, a feeling and an experience that I’ve never had in my life nor ever imagined I ever would either. Evan’s soft satin lips are on my own, slow and sensual at first and then hungrier and wilder, Bren’s are on my neck and at the side of my jaw, working their way up to my ear in soft supple bites that fulfill every inch of the promise of his voice. I’m practically melting into them, held up by the strength of their hands and hips and the heat of their loins pushing hard into me from both sides. I’m melting like chocolate on a radiator for them, my clit so stiff and searing that it’s practically reaching out to release Evan’s dick from its jeans by its own damn volition.
Holy fucking shit, I can’t believe this is actually happening to me…

THREE
 
20:10
Evan
 
I’ve wanted this…no, needed this…since the first time I saw her carrying grocery bags down the hallway with such a graceful little spring in her step that I couldn’t decide whether the new hottie in Apartment 4F was marriage material or fuck-all-night-till-dawn material. Shit, right now, as my mouth presses hungrily against hers and I taste the deliciousness of her hot wetness, it’s feeling like she might actually be both…
I’ve wanted to taste this mouth since the moment I saw her, the sexy mocha-skinned little Hispanic chick with the hour-glass figure and an ass that better men than me would happily fight wars over… And I sure as shit ain’t the only one…
My hands are on her ass as I drive my tongue through her wet and willing lips one last time before pulling back to penetrate her gaze. Those big almost-emerald brown eyes, full lips and soft little nose that gives me all kinds of primal cave-man protective instincts… Not even a fuckin’ eunuch could resist.
Me and the guys don’t usually get jealous—we all came from nothing and supported each other through nursing school while our better-off classmates did it all on mommy and daddy’s dime, so we share a bond that runs deep—but this girl…Liza is new territory for all of us…
My hand slides down her belly as I hold her eyes prisoner with my own, relishing how they bulge with excitement, how wide and giddy her smile is,