The moan that escaped me was completely involuntary.  Images flashed through my mind of me and Harry, then me and Ron – then me with both of them.  Shaking my head violently, squeezing my eyes shut, I managed to choke out, “No.”

Now, I was no virgin.  I lost that to Ron while still in school.  Before our fight, Harry and I had been dating and that relationship was by no means platonic.  But, being between them was both a fantasy and a living definition of hell.  I could feel every nerve ending tingle with anticipation.

Harry lifted my right arm to place it around his back.  He then pressed his body against mine.  His shirt was slightly damp with sweat at the small of his back.  He nudged closer and I felt the hard length of his erection straining his jeans and pressing into my hip.  His left arm was braced above my head against the wall; he loomed over me.

Ron mirrored Harry’s stance – whether intentional or not, I don’t know.  His right arm braced against the back wall of the lift, his body pressing close, his erection just brushing my waist.  I wrapped my left arm around him, not surprised to find him sweating as well.  He ducked his head to nuzzle my neck, gentle nibbling and slow licks.

I think at that point, only the pressure of Harry sleek body was holding me upright.  Especially after Ron began to knead my breasts through my shirt.

I moaned.  “So, you like this?” Harry whispered as Ron sucked on my earlobe.  I swallowed hard and nodded.  Harry chuckled, as did Ron before he released my ear to possess my mouth.

Oh, he even tasted like chocolate and rum.  Ron’s tongue then began tracing over my teeth, mimicking the heated kiss he’d given Harry earlier.  As Ron kissed me, he and Harry shifted positions.

Harry moved behind me so that my back was pressed against his front.  I had to break off Ron’s kiss to gasp, suddenly breathless.  My back rested against Harry’s broad chest; his erection nestled against my ass.  Ron smiled and knelt before me.

He’s not going to do what I think he’s going to do...is he?  Ron’s smile turned wicked, his blue eyes glinting mischievously.  He ran his hands, those large, calloused hands, up my legs until they reached the edge of my skirt.  Blue eyes locked to mine, his hands rose further, playing with my garters.

“Do you like that?” Harry asked as he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me further backwards.  He felt so big and hard against me, I wondered if I was holding him upright.  Before I could answer, Ron slid my skirt up around my waist.  While Harry held it up, Ron parted me with his thumbs then began to lick me delicately.

I sagged against Harry’s arm, another breathless moan escaping.  “Mmm, I’ll take that as a yes,” Harry laughed, his voice low.  “We both remember how much you enjoy...oral pleasure.”

Astonished, I managed to gasp, “Have you compared notes?”  Ron laughed, causing vibration to ricochet through me.  My head fell back onto Harry’s shoulder, his arm the only thing preventing me from falling onto the floor of the lift.

Ron flicked his tongue harder over my clit, then pulled my hips slightly forward.  When he buried his tongue inside me, I thought my head would explode.

Harry kissed my cheek and finally answered my question:  “You could say that.  We discussed your...likes and dislikes one night when we were pissed out of our minds.”

Licking my lips and trying my damnedest to pull a coherent thought together, I asked, “When...when was that?”

Ron murmured something, his voice vibrating all the most sensitive parts of me.  I couldn’t take it anymore and came, hard, clutching Ron’s head and screaming.  Harry quickly turned my head and locked his lips to mine, swallowing my scream.

After my tremors had subsided, Harry broke our kiss and Ron disconnected himself, licking his lips as he rose.  His red hair was disheveled from my hands, his eyes dark with desire.  Harry let go of my head and reached forward to pull Ron’s lips to his.

I was caught between my boys as they kissed, sharing my taste.  Another moan escaped me as Ron pressed his long, muscular body to mine, his erection digging into my stomach.

Feeling them both so intimately, watching them kiss, sent both warning bells and frissions of lust through me.  Was I enough for both of them?  Could I handle them together?

As Ron broke the kiss, I watched Harry lick his lips, savoring my taste and Ron’s.  I decided then that the lust and pure desire they arose in me was going to melt my brain long before they wore me out.  That night would become one of the few in my life during which I had no thoughts of books, research, study or statistics.

Smiling again, Ron spoke for the first time since we’d left the pub.  “Last night.  We talked about you last night.”

I didn’t know whether to be offended or aroused.  It would explain why Harry was so on edge until we left the pub, though.  “Last night?”

“Yes,” Harry hissed, thrusting against me.

Exhaling sharply, I asked, “Why?”

“Why did we compare shagging you?” Ron teased.  I nodded.  Before answering, Harry brought his arm up from my waist to caress one breast as he had done in the taxi, which Ron slide a hand under my skirt to find me again.

Ron murmured appreciatively at my wet and moaning response.  “We discussed it because, being completely pissed, we began talking about old girlfriends.”  Harry began kissing my neck, scraping his tongue along the cord of my neck.  “And we discovered that you were the only one both of regretted letting get away.”

Harry lifted his head from my neck and whispered, “You’re the other part of us – the best part of us,” before nibbling on the back of my neck.

Before I could process that, Ron continued in a low voice, “And Harry admitted he was so angry with you because it didn’t seem so much like cheating as right.  So after a few punches and a wrestling match, we figured out we both wanted you at the same time.”

Harry broke in again.  A shudder ran though him as he added, “And to experiment a little with each other.”  He laughed self-deprecatingly.  “You don’t know how hard it was to admit I had feelings for both my best friends.”

I smiled, even as Ron’s fingers made me gasp.  “I do, why shouldn’t you?”

Ron sagged against me, his fingers moving at double-time, hips thrusting gently.  “Hermione, I need you.”

Oh, what delicious words.  If I could only put two words together, I would be able to answer.  Instead, I arched against his hand, which ended up grinding me into Harry’s groin.  He gasped, then moaned, against the back of my neck.  I did it again.  Both of them moaned this time.  I was barely able to answer, “Then take me.”

Harry slammed his hands onto my hips, slowing my hip motion until he was thrusting gently against me.  I closed my eyes and savored the sensation until I heard a belt buckle clatter on the floor of the lift.  I watched Ron drop his boxers and felt Harry ruck my skirt up.

Is this really happening?  Ron stepped forward and whispered, “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”  I could see the trembling in him, the restraint, and how hard it was for him to hold back.

I grabbed his head and held his face between my hands.  Licking my lips once, I then said something I never thought I’d hear myself say, let alone enjoy saying.  “Fuck me.”

Both of my boys moaned again, Harry deep and he thrust hard against me, Ron softer as he moved Harry’s hands to my breasts before grabbing my hips.  Ron lifted me and positioned himself at my entrance.  Those blue eyes, now so dark they reminded me of a stormy sea, fixed to mine, questioning.  I nodded.

Torture.  Exquisite torture.  Heaven and hell all in one.

Having Ron inside me began to ease the burning ache I had felt.  But every thrust slammed me into Harry, who could really only hold on while we used his body as a wall.  I reached up above my head to grasp Harry’s, to run my hands through that inky black hair.  Harry growled.

Ron hitched my legs up onto his hips, spreading me wide.  With one thumb, he began to manipulate my clit as he thrust.  In no time at all, I came.  Ron leaned forward to kiss me and swallow my screams this time.  Ron waited until my spasms had almost ended before allowing himself to come.

To swallow his shout, Harry grabbed Ron’s hair roughly and possessed his mouth.  I felt the responding twitch in Ron’s cock as he thrust and the spectacle nearly drove me over the edge again.  Nearly.

Once Ron was spent, he slid out of me and let go of my hips, allowing me to slide down Harry’s body.  Harry gasped as if in pain.

Turning, smoothing my skirt down as I did so, I asked, “Are you okay?”

He glared at me, those green eyes burning.  “No.”  He grabbed one of my hands and pushed it against the front of his jeans.  “I’m hard as a rock and my two best friends just used me for a mattress.”  I flexed my fingers, scratching the denim stretched tight over his cock.  He hissed and spat, “No, I’m not okay.”

Ron startled both of us when he asked, “Here or the flat?”

Harry closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall.  Roughly, he replied, “Flat...if I can walk that far.”

Ron fixed his pants, then released the lift.  The remainder of the ride to their floor was silent but for Harry’s gasps with every shudder of the lift.  I could feel my thighs becoming damp.

Building security met us when we exited the lift.  I blushed Weasley red again when I realized it meant there were security cameras in the lift.  Looking furiously at Ron and Harry, I noticed neither one of them were fazed by it.

I slapped them both, then stormed down the hallway to the door of their flat.  Ron rocked on his heels, amused.  Harry, a smile toying at his lips, took a stack of pounds from his pocket and handed over several bills to the two guards.  The guards gave me a once over, then grinned and left.

Ron strode toward me.  As he got closer, he began to understand how angry I was.  Harry walked more slowly toward the flat.  Obviously, encountering and bribing the security guards had not abated his arousal.

Ron edged around me and unlocked the door.  As soon as it was open, I stormed in, throwing my purse on the ground and whirling to face the two miscreants.