Enticement (18 page)

Ross didn’t keep his distance long. Recovered, he nuzzled up against Kit’s back and splayed his hands possessively across Kit’s hip bones so that he controlled their rhythm. “Open wide, Evie. You know you can take a little more than that.”

She imagined Ross pushing into Kit again even as she fellated him, and how it would alter his movements, perhaps make them jerky and sharp. Evie slipped her hand between her legs and began rubbing her clit again. Only when Ross stilled Kit’s movement completely did she realize they were both watching her with hungry eyes.

“Get undressed.” Ross nodded at her jeans. “I know what you really want. Shall I let you have it?”

Evie sagged backwards onto her bottom and kicked her way out of her shoes and the denim. Ross eyed the scrap of black and purple satin covering her mons, but shook his head when she hooked her fingers under the elastic. “Keep them on.”

Ross didn’t know—her skin burned with the guilty realization—he didn’t know that it had already happened between her and Kit. She’d come here to tell him, instead her best intentions had been sidetracked.

“Do you want him, Evie?” He squatted down beside her. “I know Kit wants you. He was talking about you before you got here, saying how much he wants to finger that tight little arse of yours. Shall I let him fuck you there? I don’t know if I can let him share your cunt. I might have to keep that just for me.”

Kit dropped to his knees and stretched over her with panther-like grace. His long limbs held above her, not touching her in anyway, but holding her hostage nonetheless, so that the space between them became charged with potential.

Ross lifted her arms over her head and straddled her arms. He held them fast at the elbows, leaving Kit free to trail his cock up and down her body in erotic patterns.

Her nipples ached as Kit sucked them into his mouth,

Evie looked into his eyes as his hips dropped and his cock tried to nuzzle its way between her legs. He trailed a wet line down her body as far as her naval, which he teased with the very tip of his tongue. Evie’s hips bucked upwards at the invasion of the sensitive hollow, seeking the penetration her body craved. When his tongue delved farther down she whimpered, crying out wordlessly for more, even as she resisted Kit’s attempt to push her thighs wide apart. “The thing with threesomes,” he coaxed, “is that you’ve got to keep things even. I’ve seen you and Ross fucking, and now you’ve seen us. It’s only fair Ross gets a turn at observation. I’m going to take you slowly, Evie. I’m going to slide into you an inch at a time and I’m going to have Ross hold you down while I do it so he doesn't miss a single detail.”

Evie closed her legs. Having Ross watch while she had sex with his best friend seemed taboo enough, without the added stipulation of him taking her in the arse.

“Come on, Evie, don’t be coy.”

He lifted her knees and pulled off her panties, so he could look at the dusky pink folds of her slit without obstruction. He chucked the scrap of satin at Ross, before applying his tongue. Then he sucked, making her buck up off the floor.

Ross held her steady.

Kit’s mouth worked its magic, just as it had done the night before. Her arousal flowed thickly onto his tongue, but then when his touch started drifting down towards her rear, she genuinely began to struggle.

“Easy, relax.” Ross covered her face with kisses. “Remember last night. I know you want it, really.”

Last night had been with him. They’d worked up to it. She’d been horny and far more certain of where she stood. Their relationship had been solid and trusting. She wanted Kit, but things were moving fast. Was Ross going to take her too? Were they going to pleasure her like the girl in the tent?

The very tip of Kit’s tongue gently dabbed against her anus, and then he favoured it with a longer firmer lick.

Evie’s hips bucked off the floor again, the sensation walking the line between pleasure and ticklish oversensitivity. It made her squeal and wriggle. It lit every nerve-ending between her bottom and the top of her spine. Soon a warm fuzzy glow swept down through her thighs. His tongue focused on the sensitive puckered entrance, dabbing repetitively against it. He slipped the tip of his finger inside her, then the whole digit, and then two.

“Ross—together,” Kit said. They exchanged meaningful glances over the length of her body. “You know that’s what we all really want.”

“Can you hold out a little while?”

Kit’s breath blew hot against her anus. “Maybe Evie could help wake you up a little.”

Evie hardly dared look up at Ross, who was so close that when in a second of bravery she did look up, she found they were only kiss distance apart. Evie blinked, hopelessly unnerved. Ross seemed calm, but what if deep down this was a deal breaker for him? What if after a week or two of fun, he decided that he wanted someone who wanted him alone, not him and his best mate?

“Hang in there,” he whispered to her, stealing a kiss.

Ross leapt up and darted into the kitchen, from whence came the sound of water spluttering into the sink. He’d left her to Kit’s tender mercy.

Kit stretched over her again, this time resting his weight against her body. His cock dipped straight into her cunt. “Shhh!” He pressed a finger to her lips. “Sometimes it’s good to have a little secret or two.”

She didn’t want him to pull out, but he did, just as Ross crossed the threshold smelling of Pears soap.

“Evie first.” He knelt down, this time straddling her head, and used his flaccid cock to paint her lips.

“I’m not so good at waiting.” Kit cupped Ross’s balls from behind and gently rolled them in his hand as he plastered a very wet lick between Ross’s cheeks, an act that had Ross bucking eagerly forward into her mouth, even though his cock was still soft. Evie gently sucked him, drawing heat into his shaft, where it had been cold from the wash.

It took mere moments to get him hard.

Ross crawled away to the sofa. Evie straddled his lap.

It was like that first night again as she lowered herself over Ross’s cock and he dipped into her where Kit had just been. Only this time, she knew Kit was watching. She turned her head looking for him and their eyes met.

“Still hung up about being watched?”

She half-nodded, half-shook her head.

Kit produced Ross’s shirt, which he’d rolled into a blindfold. “Close your eyes, Evie and you might just get a surprise.”

“I’ll still know you’re watching.”

“Not watching…doing. And you won’t know who’s doing what to whom.”

She batted him away, but, he pressed forward with the blindfold again. Had Ross told him about last night? Had he mentioned the blindfold he’d used to help build the fantasy then? She had no intention of being blinded now. She wanted to be able to see their faces and what was going on.

“Gimme.” Ross took the blindfold and fastened it over his own eyes. He experimentally rocked his hips, and rubbed his face up against Evie’s breasts. “Yeah! Kit where are you?”

“Right here.” Kit stroked the side of his face, a gesture of such affection it made Evie feel odd for being between them. “Two ticks and I’m all yours.”

Unable to help herself, Evie watched him roll on a condom. At least they were mostly playing safe. He squashed her buttocks in her hands and thrust his erection up and down the resulting channel a few times. “Kit!” she gasped.

“I know, babe. You’ve never done this before. Nor has Ross. We’ll take it slow.”

That made her pause, which perhaps was Kit’s intention.

Ross made an odd noise deep in his throat, obviously confused too. He’d admitted to having done DP before with Kit so there was no need to pretend otherwise, so what did Kit mean to say he’d never done this before?

The answer became clear as he slid his cock downward until it kissed Ross’s shaft. He held them together, so that the tip of his cock nuzzled against her opening every time Ross moved. Evie squirmed as he slipped in alongside Ross.

“Oh god!” It felt so tight…so good. She couldn’t stop calling out as the twined cocks stretched her pussy, working in perfect unison.

Ross clung to her, his own cries buried in her breasts, but just as incoherent as her own.

“Really, now. You didn’t honestly think I was going to start taking orders,” said Kit. He held her shoulder, guiding them, moving them. There were no barriers separating them in that moment. Kit had staked his claim and made it clear it was an equal one. They weren’t a couple plus one anymore. They were in this equally.

Curiously, the realization made her happy, before the intensity of her pleasure washed away any further clarity of thoughts. Stretched full, Evie felt tears wet her cheeks. Pleasure washed through her in hot bursts as Kit licked the sweat from the back of her neck and Ross sucked upon her tender nipples.

The buzz started in her belly and licked over her skin in fiery lines. She screamed, screamed so damn loud that if there’d been any neighbours they’d have phoned the police. She never, ever wanted it to end.

Ross came inside her, but Kit pulled out. Evie strained her neck attempting to see him finish off. She didn’t want to miss out on seeing him come.

His hand moved with agile speed, pumping quickly, but when he saw her watching, he closed in again and rubbed up against her cunt. He held her close, his stomach and chest pressed tight to her back, taking her so vigorously the sofa beneath them creaked alarmingly. “Can you come again?” he asked, his fingers petting her clit. Still on edge, Evie climaxed again almost immediately at the rough contact. Kit bit her shoulder, as he panted hard trying to hold on to some semblance of control as his body finally gave up its reward.

He held on to her until the last pulse of his climax faded.

Only in the aftermath did they look at one another awkwardly.

“What now?” Ross asked.

Kit chucked the condom into the fire and found his trousers. He shimmied into them, but left the top button of his fly undone. “That’s up to you and Evie. Make yourselves at home. We’ll talk it over tonight.” He pulled on a pair of boots, and then chucked a set of keys at them. “I’ll catch you back at your place.”

“Wait! Where are you going?” Ross lifted her off his knee and charged into the hallway after Kit. “Damnit!” he swore when the front door slammed.

“Gone?” she asked

Ross nodded. “I don’t know what the hell he’s playing at.”

“We can make him pay for it later,” she said, trying to sound jovial, while feeling anything but. She extended a hand towards Ross, who stood anxiously raking his fingers through his hair.

“Yeah, yeah that’s right. Good thought, Evie.” Clearly, Ross was even twitchier than she felt. Kit rushing off like that had made everything rather anti-climactic. They should have been sitting sharing post-orgasmic drinks and cuddles.

“Does he always run away after sex?” she asked, not actually sure if she could brave a relationship in which he scarpered the moment the deed was done, like sex were a criminal activity.

Ross’s features contorted into an uneasy scowl. “Not exactly. I mean he does…or rather he has after pretty much every threesome, but that’s normally so they don’t get ideas… This is different,” he hastily added. Leastways judging by his expression he hoped it was. “He’s probably trying to give us some space. I guess we do have a few things to talk over.” He squeezed her hand, then sat down beside her, so they were facing. Evie wanted to snuggle, but Ross seemed keen on maintaining eye contact. In the end, she straddled his knees again.

“When were you going to tell me?”

Ross shook his head. “It wasn’t supposed to be happening. When I invited him to say, I was just pleased to see him again; I never thought he’d still be interested after all this time.”

“And you didn’t think to mention that you’d invited a former lover to live with us.”

“He wasn’t…not really. We were mates, Evie, except for one time just before he left.”

“Is that why he left?” She found the notion hard to believe. With the exception of his recent exodus, Kit seemed pretty on top of his sexuality. If he had issues, they weren’t with his orientation.

“No, of course not.” Trouble briefly clouded Ross’s eyes. He seemed about to say something, then shook his head and grinned. “Just as well, he ran off to Japan, else I might never have met you.”

They rubbed noses together and exchanged a delicate kiss.

“How come you never even mentioned you were bi? I mean, you haven’t exactly held back over what you like.” She had a sudden vision of all three of them cosied up in the shower together, only half undressed, shirts and underwear clinging with the flow of water and turning transparent.

Ross shrugged, his brow still wrinkled. “I don’t think of myself in that way. It’s not like I’ve ever had a boyfriend. I told you, it was just the one occasion with Kit before he left, and it didn’t go all that far, certainly not as far as doing one another.”

“Yeah, and how many times has it been over the last week?”

Ross’s shoulders crumpled. “How many times has it been for you?”

Evie opened her mouth. Then closed it again.

Ross buffeted the underside of her chin with his knuckles. “Be honest.”

“Actual sex, just now and last night, but he brought me off on another occasion too. You?”