Be All, End All

The second night of the races was a sweltering one. Everyone was outside of tents or trailers hoping for some tiny breeze.

Darynn was cooling her hands in a barrel of ice water when she succumbed to temptation. The makeshift cooler was full of frosty refreshing-looking bottles. What would one beer hurt after all?

Eight bottles later found her grinning at everything. Leon, Vince, and Gregg were practicing comedians and Low was the cutest thing she’d seen all day. When she noticed how friendly she was getting, ie: leaning blatantly against Low’s nicely muscled arm as he sat beside her, she decided a walk was in order.

Walking and chastising herself wasn’t great for a buzz. The heat was another problem. She could feel one hell of a headache starting as the sweat leaching out of her skin made her feel wrung out of all moisture.

The trailers were all parked side-by-side, dozens in each row. A few lights gave some visibility, but also worked to make the shadows dark in contrast.

She stumbled to a stop when the sight of flesh gleaming in the dim lights among the parked trailers caught her attention. Broad shoulders tapering to narrow waist. Mmm, male flesh. As she slowly, but probably not too quietly approached she found her prize was even better. Not only was it male flesh, but it was Dom. His naked back glistened with a sheen of sweat in the late night heat. The muscles worked beneath the skin, the contour of shadows making her mouth water.

He leaned against the corner of his trailer, his front completely hidden from her. Jeans slung low just gave the hint of the beginning curve of his ass.

Either she was stealthier than her fuzzy brain figured or he was seriously not paying attention. She reached the trailer just behind him and couldn’t keep her hands to herself for even a second longer. Let tomorrow worry about itself, she was no nun.

His head jerked up and around, a hard look pinning her in place.

Her smile only faltered for a second as she wondered at his expression before all was made clear.

“What is it?” A whisper in front and below Dom. A male whisper.

Darynn felt her eyes widen, the alcohol causing her reaction to be dramatized. Dom’s own expression immediately changed: from anger to recognition to distress in .5 seconds.

She’d blame the alcohol for her poor judgment later, but then, what was she supposed to do? Walk away? Instead she moved forward, hands still on Dom, and peered around him and into the face of her best friend.

“Brian.”

“Darynn.”

They grinned at each other, the situation feeling particularly out of the ordinary. She had guessed he might show up for Race Wars, but it had only been a hunch.

“What?” Dom asked. His fingers wrapped around her upper arm in a punishing grip as if to keep her beside him. “You know him?”

Darynn continued to smile and just nodded at Dom’s growled question, as she tried to consider the circumstances and act normally at the same time. It made her want to giggle and for the life of her she couldn’t think of what normal was in such an abnormal situation.

“You never told me that.” He was getting angry, as she’d always expected he would when he finally learned that she knew Brian. He would see her not telling him as a betrayal. The thought sobered her some. Reality was so bad for a buzz.

“You never talked about him,” she argued, knowing it wouldn’t work as an excuse.

He scowled and looked down at Brian. “How much did you know about this?”

Brian rose slowly, frowning. “About what? I’ve known Darynn for years, but I’m not her keeper. I didn’t know she was even here.”

Darynn smiled at him, “I figured you would show up eventually.”

That got her Dom’s hard look again.

“Dom,” she started, taking a deep breath to calm her own tingling nerves. When her free hand unintentionally pressed against his bare stomach she left it there. She enjoyed both the chance to touch him and the fact that it got her his full attention. “We haven’t seen each other in over a year. A few months ago he told me about a job that went bad. He headed down to Florida, but told me that I wasn’t supposed to know were he was.” Dom glanced at Brian here, his expression closed. “I came back to California looking for work after my dad died. You never said your name at Che’s. I didn’t learn who you were until Gregg and I picked up the Nissan. By then I didn’t want to leave.”

“Why would you leave?” Brian asked.

Open mouth insert foot? Darynn chewed her lip for a second. “I know you, Brian. You never said anything, but I guessed. You didn’t give it all up for just anybody. I knew you’d come back some day.”

“This whole time you figured I like guys?” Dom accused, his grip on her arm squeezed almost painfully.

She rolled her eyes slowly between them, pouting her lip. “Figured? No. But, like I said, I know Brian.” She smiled at the blonde.

Dom stared down at her with eyes narrowed to slits, jaw hard. “That’s why you’ve been playing tease?”

Darynn’s mouth fell open, “I was not playing you. You were the one that wouldn’t leave me alone.” She paused, thinking of how difficult it had been to push him away. On the back of her truck had been the most memorable, and had felt the most right. Not to mention earlier in her trailer. It had been thoughts of Brian and the problems her involvement in the situation would cause that had given her the strength to refuse him. “I just didn’t want to be in the way later,” she finally whispered.

They stood silent, staring at each other. Darynn had no idea what would come next.

Expect the unexpected. Dom’s hand on her arm pulled her in and she breathed in his breath before she’d had time to react. His skin was hot where they pressed together. His mouth was hotter. She didn’t react at first, too surprised and confused about what her reaction should be. And then she was lost, focusing only on their heated exchange of fluids. The rest of the world faded for long seconds as she let him fill her senses, his taste, his smell, his hardness. Then something pressed to her side and she was released from the spell his mouth had caused.

Darynn opened her eyes to see that with his free hand Dom had pulled Brian forward, holding them both against his chest. They kissed just above her head and she watched in heated arousal. Mouths open, eyes closed, their sighs fanning her face. They were beautiful.

Dom’s exposed neck was a drool-inducing temptation that she wouldn’t refuse. She had to tiptoe, then slid her tongue over his salted flesh. Her teeth scraped, causing the muscles to tighten and the man to groan, then she fit her lips over a stretching tendon and started munching.

Their mouths broke apart and they lifted her, arranging her as they wanted. Brian lifted her arm over his head to hug his neck, then Dom’s arm dropped and she was being hefted up. Brian’s hand joined Dom’s under her butt and she found her legs wrapping naturally around Dom’s waist as they held her. She was on a level with them, supported between them.

She smiled, deciding in an instant that there was no where else on earth she’d rather be. Brian was grinning too like the dope he was. And even Dom had that suspicious smirk.

He tightened his arms and pulled them in closer, but Darynn’s body literally held Brian back. Dom’s lips brushed her ear, causing delicious tremors down her spine, and then his breath whispered into her, “I want you in the way.” His mouth lifted to hers and she met it fully. Brian’s mouth came at her, licking over her other ear before he released her.

For long minutes Dom switched between them and the one left over each time just munched on whatever was handy. Darynn was starting to wriggle in suppressed need, and she could definitely feel the evidence of the guys’ need, one on either side of her leg.

A group passed several yards away, shouting words of encouragement and at their obvious amorous assignation. She grinned and waved, then found herself back on her feet.

“Let’s take this inside,” Dom growled, looking around them. He pushed her before him and she grabbed Brian, groping unnecessarily as she pushed him ahead of her.

They skipped past Dom’s trailer and entered hers. Dom came in last and she heard him stop to lock the door.

Darynn could feel her buzz was wearing thin. She needed to be uninhibited for this, and more alcohol would definitely help. Beers in the fridge, she opened one and started chugging.

Dom sauntered up to her and took the bottle. Still moving forward, he pinned her to the counter with his hips. He tilted his head back to finish her beer, showing off the muscles of his thick neck. She gripped his throat with one hand, smiling at how small her hand looked on him. His pants were zipped, but not buttoned. His erection pressed into her and she squirmed against it, coaxing him to grind into her more.

Brian pinned them both as he pressed his lean frame to Dom’s back, his blue eyes meeting hers as he sank his teeth into the thick muscle of Dom’s shoulder. Hands groped and she couldn’t tell whose were where. The bottle hit the counter with a bang and Dom turned between them, keeping her pinned to the counter, now with his ass.

Darynn just gripped Dom’s back. Above her, out of view, she could hear the wet sounds of their kissing. Brian’s hands bumped her, but he seemed intent on just touching Dom, which she couldn’t blame him for. After a few minutes she was getting impatient. Dom’s hips started rocking and she guessed that Brian was stroking Dom, and she couldn’t move. That didn’t seem particularly fair.

Using the counter as leverage she pushed against Dom, forcing him to take a step. Brian made a sound of aggravation, but didn’t stop what he was doing.

Darynn squatted, and holding onto his sides, she started with her mouth at the dimples above his ass. Teeth, tongue and lips, she worked her way up following the indentation of his spine. She moaned softly in appreciation as the muscles flexed in response to her. He was glorious flesh in motion and as if he knew how much she liked it he moved for her, shoulders rolling, back arching. She growled her thanks and bit him.

Brian dropped down, getting back to the task that she’d interrupted earlier. Dom’s head rolled back at the first humming tug. He growled as his hips started to rock, probably at Brian’s urging. Darynn knew Brian and knew he’d choose a face-fuck over doing all the work himself.

Her kitchen was small and Dom was able to lean far enough forward to support himself against the opposite cabinets. With his free hand he gripped her ass, pulling her to him, and then sliding his hand to her lower back to keep her there. She licked his back, her hands hugging his chest. Her body moved with his as he stroked into Brian’s receptive mouth.

She fondled his chest until one hand roamed up his supporting arm, groaning and shivering with lust as she felt the rock hard muscles of his bicep. Mmmmm, she’d always been a bicep girl. Having powerful arms standing like pillars on either side of her, or wrapped around her, or just posturing for her. Mmmmm, she’d take them any old way.

Both men were breathing heavily, Brian through his nose, humming with every other breath, and Dom’s panting breath fanned her hand as he looked down at the blonde below him. He growled repeatedly, the sound becoming rougher each time.

“Ah, Brian, I’m gonna cum.”

Barely spoken before it happened. Darynn felt his body jerk. The movement of his hips stopped and now Brian took over, making the wet slurping sounds of suction. Dom squeezed her almost painfully. Fresh sweat wet his skin as his whole body tightened. She stopped rubbing, her hands just resting on his chest, lips and nose against his damp back, smelling his scent, and their combined scent.

Finally Dom pushed off the counter, lifting her weight with his and stood up straight. Darynn ducked her head beneath Dom’s arm to see Brian sit back. He swiped a hand across his mouth with a satisfied grin.

Darynn circled Dom, but didn’t escape him. His arm caught her and pulled her against him. She accepted his kiss, loving the warm swollen feeling of his lips. It was one of the most comfortable kisses she could ever remember. Not taking, not demanding, just enjoying.

She was the one to pull away and for a moment they just stared at each other. His look was intense, searching hers with an unspoken question. She didn’t have any answers.

Brian was still smiling when she turned to him. He met her on the way down and gave her what she was looking for: a taste of Dom. His tongue slid into her open mouth and she moaned at the unmistakable flavor of cum, both salty and slightly bitter. She sucked at him, the act of exchanging a fluid that wasn’t theirs making her even hotter. She keened softly as she came down to sit on his bent legs.

Brian was already shirtless and he immediately started in on removing her clothing. Both hands sliding in beneath her tee had her raising her arms to allow it to be removed.

She was almost free of her shirt when hands from above gripped hers. Dom held her that way as he dropped to his knees and they rearranged to give them more room. His lips found hers as the shirt was pulled free. She could still taste the musky flavor of his cum, and wondering if he’d be able to taste himself.

Brian tugged at her shorts as Dom lowered her to the cool floor, his mouth following her down. A mouth was hot against her stomach and she whimpered into Dom’s. Her shorts were pulled free, Brian kissing or rubbing every inch of her legs as he freed them.

Dom’s hand slid down her bare belly and delved into what Brian had uncovered. No hesitation. He cupped her soaked puss and she arched to his touch, moaning. He massaged roughly for just a second and then pressed into her.

Darynn cried out, her mouth freeing itself from his as she arched. She didn’t know if it was the length of time she’d been abstinent, or if it was that it was finally him touching her, but she felt ready to come already. And ready to beg.

“Aw, gawd,” she moaned, biting her lip to silence any other words. She wanted this to go on forever, and begging would just end it that much sooner.

She opened her eyes to find Dom’s face just above hers. His ministrations paused for just a second while he gave her a small smile. She smiled back and then moaned brokenly, panting for breath through her nose as Dom’s mouth covered hers. It was relentless, sucking, nibbling, challenging, while Brian took nips at her legs on his way back up, leaving cooling spots.

Dom’s stroking fingers left her just as she felt Brian’s breath touch her. He lay prone between her legs and his mouth was on her just seconds before his fingers spread her. Dom’s heavy hand stroked across her belly, leaving a damp trail of her own juices, to cup her breast, his fingertips finding the hardening tip through the silky material.

Darynn cried out at the duel sensation, though the sound was muffled by Dom’s mouth. Legs spread, back arched, she writhed on the floor, gripping Dom and moaning continuously.

Brian worked her tight center, hot tongue flicking, lips sucking, humming into her. Dom held himself over her with one hand, and her short nails dug into his arm, needing something to hold onto. His other hand was free to roam. Rubbing, stroking, massaging her neck, chest, stomach, and anything he could reach while his mouth kept her from breathing or thinking.

Darynn came repeatedly, small clit orgasms that were exhausting and left her wanting more. She’d always enjoyed being eaten out, but needed more to satisfy her…