Calling the Play (9 page)

Brian’s heart was pounding, and he wondered if Ty and Randi could hear it. It was loud in his ears, and even though he knew it was arousal, it felt like fear. The same fight-or-flight response was making it hard for him not to turn on his heels and leave. Just go, forget it all, let Ty have Randi and be done with it. But Ty was right, eight damn years was a long time to think about what you’d given up, a long time to make promises that if you had the chance again, you’d take it, you’d do anything for it. So he stood rooted to the spot and waited to see Ty’s reaction.

“All right, then,” Ty said, as if he hadn’t expected Brian to state it so plainly. “All right. You know I’m always up for a good time.” His answer was a little too flippant for Brian’s taste, but he let it pass. This was their first foray into dangerous waters, and he didn’t blame Ty for being cautious. Had Brian taught him that? If so, then he deserved every bit of Ty’s wariness.

Brian hesitated. Ty wasn’t the only complicated one here. “Randi?” he asked.

“What?” She looked surprised. “My idea, remember? It’s a unanimous vote. Yay. Let’s go.” She put down her wineglass and started to tug Brian toward Ty, but Brian pulled her to a stop.

“I saw you yesterday,” he said. “I saw how uncomfortable it made you when that guy walked up and grabbed you. I don’t want you to do something that you don’t want to do just because you think it will make me or Ty happy.”

“Let’s fuck,” she said, enunciating each word. “I think it will make
me
happy. The two of you, in me. Now. Enough already with the heavy shit.”

Brian agreed. He’d said what he needed to say. Now action had to replace words. “I want to kiss you first,” Brian told her. “May I?”

“About damn time someone did,” she complained. “I did everything but lie down naked in the middle of the table with my legs spread to get you two to this point.” She stepped in to him so that they were pressed together from chest to hips. She had the most amazing breasts. The softness of them against his chest made his knees weak. “How tall are you?” she asked.

“Five seven,” he answered. “Why?” She snuggled against him, those fabulous breasts pressed to his chest.

“I like it,” she said. “I like the way we fit. You’re only a few inches taller than me.” She glanced over at Ty. “Not that being pressed up against you isn’t amazing, too,” she said, and it was so matter-of-fact it didn’t sound patronizing at all. “But variety is nice, right?”

Ty grinned. “I’ve always thought so.”

Brian wrapped his arms around her tightly and slapped a hand on her ass. She let loose a girly little squeak that made him grin. “Randi,” he said.

“What?” she asked with her usual bravado.

“Shut up,” Brian told her.

“Or what?” she whispered, staring wide-eyed at him, grinning, anticipation clearly written on her face. His mouth was close enough to hers now to feel her breath on his lips.

“Or I can’t kiss you,” Brian told her. She nodded mutely and he smiled right before he kissed her. He kissed her rough and hard, dominating her, wrapping her in his arms tightly so that she couldn’t move as he thrust his tongue into her mouth and tasted her, owned her. She felt divine, perfect; soft in all the places a woman should be soft. She melted against him with a whimper, wrapped her arms around his waist and hung on. He slid his hand up into the hair on the back of her head and held her in place, just where he wanted her, as he devoured the little sounds she made, the taste of wine on her tongue making him feel drunk on her. She played the tough cop everywhere else, but Brian was wild for this Randi, too, the soft, sighing, surrendering Randi. Her leg crept up and wrapped around his like a vine, bringing their hips together. He grabbed her hip and pulled her in to him so that he could press his hard dick right against her pussy, soft and hot through her little shorts. He was breathing hard, his heart racing, and he broke the kiss abruptly, trying to slow things down a little. He needed to make sure Randi wasn’t freaked out by him, by what he liked.

“Holy shit,” Randi whispered in a breathy little voice.

“Hell, yeah,” Ty whispered, and Brian turned his head to look at him. He was still sitting about two feet away, his cheeks flushed, his eyes hooded as he watched Brian and Randi together. Brian groaned out loud at how hot that was, turning Ty on again.

“You like that?” Brian asked them both.

“You know I do,” Ty said in a rough voice.

“Yes,” Randi said, still breathless. “More. Please.”

“More what?” Brian said, running his nose along her cheek. He placed the tip of his tongue on one of her freckles and lightly traced a damp line to another, and then another, as he’d wanted to do since yesterday.

“More everything,” she demanded. “I mean, Ty rocks my world. But you, you are something different.” She rubbed her pussy against him shamelessly.

“How?” He hadn’t loosened his hold on her, hadn’t taken his hand from the back of her head. He controlled her completely, and she let him.

“You just are,” she said. “I’m so glad I chose you.”

Brian chuckled as he kissed a particularly cute freckle on her lower lip. “Did you? Choose me?”

“I did,” she said. “Yesterday, by the pool. I knew when they said Ty liked to share that I wanted him to share with you.”

“Hmm,” Brian said, tilting her head back so he could kiss her neck. “Why are you glad?”

“I’ve never had a threesome,” she said, resting her head trustfully in his hand. “And I know with you two it’s going to be amazing. Because don’t think I missed how big your dick is. Totally caught that.”

Brian stopped kissing her neck immediately and loosened his hold, easing her away from him. “You’ve never done this?” he asked, doubts crowding in. “Are you sure you want to?”

“Fuck that,” she said, pulling him back in to her, grinding her pussy on his dick. “I want this.” She turned to Ty. “Make him,” she said.

Ty shook his head. “It has to be his choice. I won’t make him. I won’t make him ever again.”

Well, that didn’t sound right. “What do you mean?” Brian asked.

“Back in college, I was always dragging you into it, me or Janine or some other girl who’d heard we liked to play that way. You never initiated it. It was never your choice. Tonight it has to be. I won’t make those decisions for you anymore.”

“You never dragged me into it,” Brian assured him. “I always wanted it. I always wanted to be with you.”

“But not the girls?” Randi asked, running her fingers lightly along the neckline of his shirt. “Maybe that’s my cue to leave.”

“No,” both Brian and Ty said at the same time.

Brian shook his head. “No. Tonight is as much about you as it is about Ty.” To his surprise, he meant it. There were so many layers to Randi, and he was just beginning to peel them away to find the heart of her. And he found he was very interested in what they’d find when they got there. She was wild and rough, but soft and delicate and submissive. So submissive, and she didn’t even know it. The thought of watching her and Ty fucking, of orchestrating it, of sliding in and joining them when the time was just right, it made his dick throb just thinking about it. He wasn’t sure any of them were ready for that. None of them understood yet what this was going to be.

“What are you thinking?” Ty asked. He’d moved. He was inches away from Brian’s side, his gaze intense. Brian could feel the heat of his body on his arm. His doubts melted in that heat. He’d wanted this for so long. He’d thought Ty would be enough, but the truth was he loved this, loved fucking a woman with Ty. And he knew with Randi it would be better than ever before.

“I was thinking that I want to lick that gorgeous skin as we press her between us. I want her curls in my fists while I fuck her mouth, those lush, beautiful lips wrapped around my dick, or yours.” He stared first at Ty’s face, and then Randi’s. Both were rapt with concentration, with lust, as he spun his fantasies.

“Yes, yes, and yes,” Randi said.

Ty leaned in close and whispered in her ear, loud enough for Brian to hear. “Would you like that?” Ty asked. “A cock in your mouth? No control?” He bit her earlobe.

She bit her lip and her eyes fluttered shut with a moan. Brian wasn’t sure if she was playing a part, or if this was the real Randi, not the brash cop, but this delectable, sensual woman. “Yes,” she finally admitted in a throaty voice.

“Of course you would,” Brian told her, relief washing over him at her response. He’d been afraid her inexperience would ruin it, that she wouldn’t like it, would balk at the last minute. But she was practically purring in his arms just talking about it.

Ty stepped in behind her, pressing against her back. Brian could feel the slight force of it, braced his feet to take the weight of her and Ty. Randi caught an unsteady breath and whimpered. “I didn’t know,” Ty said, kissing her cheek. “I didn’t know this was what you needed.”

“You knew,” she said breathlessly. “You gave me this. You knew what I wanted.”

“Everyone gets what they want tonight,” Brian promised. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Randi had always wanted to fuck like this, with guys who took control like Brian and Ty. Ty had given her a taste the other night, but she could tell it would be wild with him and Brian. She’d never found anyone who could give her what she wanted. They either went too far or not far enough. She knew Ty and Brian wouldn’t disappoint her. These two guys were so fucking hot together that she was melting. Ty could fight it all he wanted, but when he stepped up and followed Brian’s lead it was smooth and effortless, as if they’d written the playbook and knew each other’s moves before they made them.

She trusted Ty—and Brian, too, though she barely knew him. That surprised her. She didn’t trust easily. But when Brian had kissed her she’d had no problem surrendering completely to him. Her brain just sort of shut down for a minute and her body took over, giving Brian whatever he wanted. It had been weird and crazy and fucking awesome. And when Ty had stepped in behind her, crowding her into Brian, she’d had trouble breathing, she’d been so excited. She was one messed-up bitch.

“Stop thinking,” Brian whispered. He ran two fingers up under the edge of her T-shirt, teasing her stomach. “Let me make it good for you.”

Her stomach clenched at his light touch, and his words. “I don’t get a say in it?” she teased.

“Of course you do,” he said, starting a slow, small, side-to-side rocking motion with his hips, brushing his hard dick against her, teasing her. “You can let me, or you can fight me. It can be crazy good when you fight it.” He licked her neck and sucked the skin just behind her ear. She knew he was leaving a mark and she didn’t care. Guys were so funny about that, afraid to mark you up, as if you’d be embarrassed by it. She wanted everyone to know Brian had fucked her, had owned her and marked her. She shivered at the thought of showing it off tomorrow. Brian sighed. “You’re thinking again.” He stepped away, but Randi wouldn’t lower her leg, kept his hips anchored to hers. Ty still held her from behind, but his arms were loose.

“I was thinking how much I want to show off that mark tomorrow,” she said. Her voice was low and breathy, with a vulnerability she didn’t show very often. She knew Brian would like that. She reached for him. “I don’t want to fight it.” Brian let her pull him back to her, and he kissed the mark he’d made.

“Good,” Ty murmured behind her. His hands tightened on her arms. “Baby, we are gonna make you feel so good.” She felt his dick rubbing against her ass as he kissed the other side of her neck. She laughed breathlessly, just because it felt so fucking amazing to have both their hands and mouths on her.

“I can’t believe I haven’t done this before.”

Ty ran his hands down her arms and threaded his fingers through hers. Then he glided their joined hands up Brian’s arms and around his shoulders. He didn’t let go, so they were both wrapped around Brian. He ran Randi’s hand up into Brian’s hair and she felt Brian shiver. “Show him,” Ty whispered in her ear. “Show him how good it feels.”

“Let go,” Brian said softly. Ty immediately dropped his hands and stepped back. Brian pulled away from her more slowly, giving her a soft, almost chaste, kiss, but his lips were hot and slightly moist, and damn if it didn’t make her even hotter. He helped her lower her leg from his hips. “I want you naked between us.” He was looking at Ty when he said it and Randi could almost feel Ty’s relief. Had he thought Brian was backing out?

She started to reach for the hem of her shirt to pull it off, but Brian stopped her. “No,” he said. “Ty can do it. We’re going make it good for you, remember? You let us do it all.”

“I can do it,” she protested.

Ty pressed against her back again. “Shh,” he whispered in her ear. “Let me, baby. I want to.”

They were still outside on the patio, and neither man seemed inclined to take it inside. She’d had sex outside before, but this was different. This was so dirty. So wrong it was right. It gave Randi a little thrill to know that someone could be outside somewhere and hear them or see them. It was unlikely, given how far away Ty’s neighbors were, but still. She wanted them to know these two guys were totally into fucking her.

She leaned back against Ty as he ran his hands under her shirt. He took his time sliding his hands up her ribs and then around to cup her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra and she sucked in a deep breath and blew it out, a little shaky at that simple touch. Brian was standing in front of them, watching it all. He licked his lips, staring at Ty’s hands on her breasts, and it made Randi writhe in Ty’s arms. Ty slid his hands away and gently forced her arms up as he pushed the shirt off over them. Her nipples actually ached. Ty directed her arms back around his neck, exposing her to Brian and the warm night air. Then he slid his hands back over her breasts and squeezed them.

“Perfect,” Brian said softly. One of Ty’s hands slid down to hold the weight of a breast in his palm, and Brian reached out and traced a finger around her puckered nipple. She moaned as her vagina clenched. She was ready to come just from this foreplay.

Brian ran his finger down over her stomach to her shorts and traced the top of them, back and forth over her lower stomach. She was fucking panting for it by the time he undid the button and zipper and slid his hands down into the sides, over her hips. He moved in close, his chest pressing Ty’s hands tighter against her breasts. “Yes?” he whispered against her lips. She nodded, not sure she could form words. Brian slid her shorts down her legs, his hands caressing her thighs, until the shorts fell to pool around her feet.

She wasn’t sure how they’d done it, but they’d made her so damn horny in just a few minutes she was pretty sure she’d come if a stiff breeze blew over her bare pussy, and she didn’t care if she did.

“Dirty girl,” Brian said with a smile in his voice. “No panties.” She shook her head. “A girl who doesn’t wear panties must want to get fucked,” he said quietly, his lips against her cheek. He didn’t kiss her so much as just rub his lips against her skin.

“Please,” she said, trying not to sound as desperate as she felt.

“Soon,” Brian said, drawing the word out so that it felt like a caress all in itself. He ran his hand up her thigh, up over her hip to her stomach, his head tipped down just in front of her, watching as he did it. Then he covered Ty’s hand on her breast. She heard Ty’s labored breathing behind her. He was as aroused as she was by what Brian was doing. She’d never known that getting naked for someone could almost make you come.

“Ty,” he said. That was all he said, but Ty slid his hand out from under Brian’s and stepped away. Then she saw his T-shirt hit the patio off to her right. She tried to turn to see him, but Brian held her chin in place with one finger. “You want to see him?” he asked her. “He’s pretty, isn’t he?”

“So pretty,” she agreed. Ty was gorgeous, they all knew it. Clothed, naked, any way you got him, he was gorgeous. She licked her lips, remembering how he felt in her arms, so big and muscular, his skin soft and hot. She could see the same desire in Brian’s eyes. “You want to see him, too,” she whispered.

“I do,” Brian said, kissing the corner of her mouth softly. “Do you mind?” Ty’s shorts hit the patio on top of his T-shirt and Randi whimpered. Seeing Ty’s naked body had suddenly become the most important thing in the world. Brian hadn’t looked away from her face, hadn’t taken advantage of their positions to look at what they both craved.

“No,” she said weakly. “I don’t mind.”

Ty’s naked body was suddenly pressed up against her back again, warm and slick, his dick a hot brand against her ass. “Maybe I’m shy,” he whispered in her ear. “Maybe I just want you to feel my body.” He shifted, thrusting against her ass, and she moaned as she felt a little wet spot left behind, slick proof of his arousal.

“Okay,” she said weakly. “Yes, that.” She was mumbling again, not sure what she was saying. She wished she could keep her head when she was fucking.

Ty’s hands slid around her waist, wrapping tightly around her, and then Brian took a step back. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and dropped it on top of Ty’s clothes. “Jesus,” Ty whispered, and Randi agreed. Brian was as cut as Ty, though not as bulky. His sleek muscles and washboard stomach belonged on a billboard. It was hard to imagine now that she’d thought he was unremarkable when she’d first seen him. His dark hair and blade of a nose made him seem like a devil in the darkness surrounding them. His eyes were gorgeous, a light green-brown hazel, like looking into shifting water in the sun, framed by long black lashes. Those eyes made promises as he stood there and let them look at him. He caught her gaze with his and, even though she knew he was undoing his shorts and shoving them down, she couldn’t look away from those eyes. He kicked his shorts away, and the spell was broken. She looked down and felt a rush of wet arousal in her pussy. He was hard, long and thick against his stomach, and she wanted to fuck him so badly she made an involuntary movement toward him, surprised to find Ty’s arms still locked tight around her. Ty was slowly humping her butt, his heart thudding against her.

“Want,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” Ty agreed. And even though he meant the same thing she did, that he wanted to fuck Brian, she wasn’t alarmed by it, wasn’t jealous. After all, who could resist a dick like that? “I want to watch him fuck you, baby. I want to see you take that,” Ty whispered.

Oh hell, yeah
, was all she could think. She dropped to her knees, moving as if she were in a dream, just letting her body have control. Brian stepped up to her and slid his hand into her hair and pulled her to him. She reverently kissed the underside of his cock before she pulled it down and licked the head. His fist tightened in her hair and she remembered what he’d said, about wanting to control her. So she slid the tip of his cock into her mouth and just kneeled there, waiting.

“Get a cushion for her knees,” Brian said to Ty in a gravelly voice. She shook her head. “No?” Brian asked. “You want your knees to be all marked up, maybe bruised, scraped? So you remember tomorrow how you kneeled before me and sucked my dick?” She nodded, because, yes, that’s what she wanted. Brian ran the backs of his fingers down her cheek. “I don’t think so, sweetheart,” he said softly. “I don’t want to hurt you. I want to make you feel good.” He looked behind her. “Ty.” Then Ty was helping her balance as he slid a thick cushion under her knees.

“Fuck,” Ty said in a strangled voice. He dropped to his knees behind her, scooting in close, his knees spread around hers, his cock pressed against her ass again. “I want to watch,” he said softly, kissing her ear. “You on your knees, your lips stretched around his dick, it’s so fucking sexy. Damn, girl, you are so hot.”

Brian pulled on her hair, pulling her mouth down on him slowly. He held her there, his cock just shy of choking her, giving her just enough to know he was there, just enough to taste him and crave more. Then he pulled her head away with the hand tangled in her hair. The sting on her scalp helped to keep her arousal at a slow simmer, because she was loving this shit so much she could come, wanted to come. She whimpered at the thought, trying so hard not to come.

“Touch her,” Brian said. She only had a moment to wonder how he knew before Ty’s hands slid onto her stomach and parted, one going to her breast and the other sliding down into her pubic hair, tugging on it. She moaned, jerking in his arms.

“Fuck, yeah,” Brian said roughly. He pulled her down again with that fist in her hair, fucking her mouth slowly. “Make noise, sweetheart,” he said. “I like the way it feels on my cock.”

Ty’s clever fingers slid down into her wet folds, skimming her clit, and she moaned again. “She’s so fucking wet,” Ty said. “She loves this.” She moaned her agreement and Brian cursed, pulling her down on his dick a little harder, going a little deeper into her throat. “Do you need to come, dirty girl?” Ty whispered, licking the mark Brian had given her. Knowing he could see it, that he was tasting it, made her whimper again, and if she hadn’t been kneeling, her knees would have given out. Ty rewarded her by sliding one finger into her pussy, his palm grinding on her clit. She felt the spark of an orgasm as Brian pulled back on her hair, forcing her to look up at him.

“I want you to come with my dick in your mouth,” he said softly. “For me. Yeah?”

That was all it took. She went off, her hips jerking as she moaned around Brian, who gently pushed deep in her mouth and held himself there while she came. She was grinding on Ty’s hand while trying to be so careful of Brian’s cock. When she was done, so sensitive that Ty’s finger was almost painful inside her, Brian slid out of her mouth. Suddenly he bent over and kissed her, hard and rough and hungry. She wrapped her arms around his waist, holding tight. As rewards went, it was fantastic. He could do more to her with a kiss than most men had been able to do with a whole night. Then he was on his knees, pulling her forward, out of Ty’s arms.

“I’ve got to be inside you,” he said, demanding, rather than asking. She was in his lap, her legs spread around his, and then Ty’s hands were on her waist, lifting her. “Condom,” Brian said in a rush.

“My shorts,” she said. Her words were a little slurred. Ty let go and she collapsed in Brian’s arms again. Brian bent her back over his arm and sucked on her breast. It was startling—the sudden heat of his mouth, the rough handling—as if she were his and he could do whatever he wanted. And he could; oh, man, could he ever. He didn’t treat her like a china doll. She knew he was leaving a mark on her breast just as he had on her neck, and she clutched his hair, holding him to her.

“Got it,” Ty said breathlessly.

Brian slid an arm under her knees and lifted her in his arms effortlessly. “Put it on.” It took a moment to realize he was talking to Ty.

She sensed rather than saw Ty’s hesitation, but it only lasted a few seconds. Then she heard a tear and Brian’s indrawn breath. “Has he touched you before?” she whispered.

“No,” Brian said, short and sharp. She became acutely conscious of Ty’s hands under her ass, sliding a condom onto Brian’s dick so he could fuck her. It was so hot, the way these two turned each other on with a word or a simple touch. With sudden clarity, she realized they did that to her, too, that with some people that was all it took. They didn’t need the hardcore shit, just each other. The thought was so disconcerting that she tried to pull away from Brian, suddenly frightened by the way she reacted to him and to Ty. To them together.