Enticement (20 page)

“Less talk,” she said, smacking his backside with the whisk. “Suck him good, Ross. I want to see his knuckles whiten. I want to see him weep.”

Ross refrained from pointing out that Kit was already doing that. His friend’s fists were already clenched, and within moments a nervous tick played in his jaw. He had his teeth clamped together so hard, he was reduced to breathing in sharp bursts through his nose.

Ross blew gently across the surface of the eye and Kit’s thighs jerked. He licked, even more gently, and Kit’s cock jerked hungry for more. He really didn’t think his lover was up to much more teasing. “He’s really primed, Evie.”

The revelation earned him a growl of disapproval from Kit. “Traitor.”

In response, Ross nipped Kit’s inner thigh with his teeth, which caused his cock to further jerk and swell, and more fluid to escape the tip. Evie wet her finger in it and then slipped the digit between her lips. She held a condom in her other hand, which she rolled down Kit’s shaft before positioning herself over him, her back to Kit’s face.

On his knees, Ross watched her sink slowly, ever so damn slowly, inch by glorious inch over Kit’s erection until she took him right to the goddamn root. A tiny part of his heart pinched slightly at the sight, but the minor pain fled a moment later when she stretched and tugged open the apron fastening at the back of her neck and let the blue and white cloth fall forward, exposing her beautiful, rounded breasts to him and him alone.

She’d rouged her nipples so they were deep crimson. “Come and let me warm you,” she invited.

Ross didn’t wait for a second invitation. He knelt upright before her and sandwiched his cock between the warmth of her bosom. Ross loved this and didn’t get to do it nearly often enough. He kept rubbing up against her, loving the way her big, heavy breasts engulfed his cock, and how she stuck her tongue out to try and lick him when the head of his cock peeped from between her cleavage.

“Let me suck you, Ross.” She clasped him around the hips, stilling his rocking, before bending to take his cock in her mouth again.

Kit bucked in protest. “Fucking untie me.”

“No.” She glanced at him over her shoulder.

Some of the aggression slipped from his face. “Then at least turn around and get him to come up here so I can join in.”

To Ross’s surprise, she actually capitulated. Unfortunately, that left him bereft of her soft comforts. Another stab of envy pierced his chest as Evie lowered herself onto Kit’s prick again, having turned to face him. He’d stood in the cold too many times in the past watching Kit make love and feeling sidelined to ever want to find himself there again, especially when, in this case, Kit was the plus one, not him. They’d invited him in to share, not to take over.

“Ross.” Evie flapped her hand out trying to grasp his arm.

He took the offered life line, angered with himself for letting jealousy get a grip. As multiple hands stroked his body, he realized that neither of his lovers had forgotten him.

Evie pulled him closer, her cheeks were flushed, and her body swaying to a merry rhythm, so that her heavy breasts bounced with the motion. He couldn’t recall seeing her look more abandoned. Her unselfconscious enjoyment suited her. She clung to him and kissed him with lavish abandon him.

“Mmmm,” she sighed into his mouth. “Help me, Ross.”

He slid his fingers through her curls to rub her clit just above where Kit was fucking her. She clung a little tighter at the attention, but soon stopped him. “It has to be give and take. He’s going to give—” she inclined her head towards Kit “—and we’re going to take.”

He realized she had a crooked view of Kit’s talents. He might give off dominant, aggressive vibes, but when it came down to it, giving was what Kit did best. Using him for their pleasure wouldn’t be a hardship. It wouldn’t put him any place he didn’t want to be.

“Ross, pay attention.” She lightly cuffed him on the bicep.

Damn! He needed to stop analyzing and concentrate on getting himself laid. When it came to sex, he didn’t normally let his mind wander like this. Having them both here together had scrambled his brains.

Ross looked at them, admiring the lines of their twined bodies as they undulated together. While he stroked Evie’s breast, he lowered his head and licked along the nervous tick in Kit’s jaw. He read Kit well enough to interpret the signs: dancing spectres in the depths of his eyes, the way his breathing had become raspy but slow. Kit was already walking the line. It wouldn’t take much to tip him over. He wondered if Evie realized it.

Kit beckoned him with tilt of his head.

Ross shuffled up among the pile of pillows and traced Kit’s beautiful, expressive mouth with the head of his glans.

The touch of Kit’s tongue broke him. Desperate for more, he welcomed the hot caress of Kit’s talented lips. Pushed himself in and out of the warm cavern and sunk into the heated darkness there. He didn’t recall closing his eyes. Somehow he could still see Kit clearly and feel Evie holding on tight to his hand.

He wanted to come, and he never wanted this to end.

Both men had their eyes shut tight, but Evie’s remained wide open. She couldn’t get enough of seeing them together like this. Hell, watching Kit fellate Ross would’ve been enough to get her off, especially while he was bound and looked so outrageously sexy, but incredibly she was part of this union too, straddled across Kit’s hips, his cock satisfying her hungry itch for release, while Ross, when he remembered in between gasps of pleasure, lavished further attention on her breasts.

Ross—her Ross… She touched him too. It felt as if she’d slipped into an erotic movie and was somehow able to participate. She stroked his arse and he let out a strangled cry. Kit responded with a whimper of his own and by swallowing fast. A tiny dribble of semen escaped his lips and rolled over his chin. Evie licked it away.

“Get this damn tape off me.”

Evie sealed Kit’s mouth with a kiss, stealing the taste of Ross’s pleasure from him.

Ross released him.

The moment Kit’s arms were free he flipped Evie onto her back, clamped his hands over her and held her down while he drove into her like he was possessed. Coming was all too easy, but even when they both sagged together, spent, they weren’t finished with her. While Kit dealt with the condom, Ross shimmied down between her legs and roused her to another peak with his tongue. Having returned to the bed, Kit joined in by sucking her sensitive nipples. Having two men, with their four arms, two mouths, and two cocks was definitely the way to reach paradise, she decided as she sank into a lethargic sleep.

Ross woke her with his kisses and the gentle pinch of his teeth upon her earlobe at some ungodly hour. The nimble, evocative dance of his fingers over her stomach persuaded her she wanted to stay awake. It wasn’t long before he lay buffeted up to her arse, his prick satisfyingly hard inside her, having hooked her upper leg over his hairy one. Unlike earlier, this joining was long and slow and drowsy. The climax from it like a languorous roll of thunder, which rather than calling a cease fire, heralded the main act.

Kit only woke when Ross pulled her onto her knees and started pounding her like a jackhammer, doggy style, so that the headboard knocked an indent in the old plaster.

“You started without me,” he complained, his mouth still slack from sleep so that the words came out slurred. “Bastards.”

Ross chuckled.

Evie’s attention fastened upon Kit’s drowsy visage. Repose took a good ten years off his age, smoothing the worry and laughter lines she’d barely noticed so that he seemed terribly young and innocent, the impression exaggerated by the fact that he had his curled fist pressed to his lips and was sucking on the bent knuckle of his middle finger.

The covers rustled as his other hand slipped out of sight. The indent of his fist knocking repeatedly against the duvet made it obvious what he was doing.

“Ross—oh, god, Ross! Slow down a minute, will you! I want to watch.”

Ross’s chest pressed tight to her back so that a layer of sweat slicked their skin, as he slowed the roll of his hips to a steadier pace, allowing Evie to loosen her grip upon the headboard and flick back the covers.

“Hey!” Kit let out a bellow of protest and made half-hearted grabbing motion that fell woefully short. “It’s cold.”

“Just keep doing that and you’ll soon warm up.” Ross chuckled.

Kit’s dark eyes opened, and his grip on his cock relaxed. His erection plumped up some when his caught sight of what they were doing. “Bad lovers,” he snarled rolling up onto his knees. “Cruel of you not to wake me.”

He traced his fingers over Evie’s cheek. “You especially. Can’t believe you left me out just so that you could watch me wank.”

Immeasurably frustrated by the lack of gaining that privilege, Evie snapped her teeth. “You should just let me, and then I wouldn’t feel the need to spy on you while you sleep.”

“I’ve told you, tossing myself is a solitary pleasure, or else reserved for phone sex-isodes.” He caught Ross’s gaze over her shoulder.

Evie grinned. Phone sex was just fine. She’d make sure she didn’t interrupt the next time the two of them felt like talking dirty, she’d just make sure she was in a position to keep an eye on Kit while they were at it.

He must have cottoned on to her thoughts because he pursed his lips at her grin. The black look only lasted a second before his attention reverted back to Ross. “Steady now. Let me join you.”

Surprisingly, he leapt off the bed and scurried across the landing. He came back a few seconds later, his now impressive erection dressed for action and shiny with lube.

“You could have just asked, you know.” Balancing on one elbow she yanked open her sock drawer and held out a bottle of lube to him. Kit took it with a smile and squirted a large blob on to two stiffened fingers. The sudden whooshing intake of breath from Ross told her where he’d directed them.

“Jeez!” Her boyfriend hissed. His motion became rather panicky and arrhythmic. “Kit! Oh, my god!”

“Easy. Just relax, you’ll love it.”

Evie strained her neck trying to see what he was doing. All she could make out were Kit’s eyes glittering in the dark. He bore a look of intense concentration, while Ross was on the verge of expiring against her back, his movements now reduced to tremors. “What are you doing?”

Ross’s verbal ability had been reduced to ecstatic sobs.

“Preparing him.”

“What for?” She knew the answer, but she still had to ask.

“Something I should have done six years ago.”

“Now you’re just being deliberately obtuse.”

“Why don’t you tell her, Ross?” Kit’s hand curled around Ross’s shoulder.

Evie stopped craning her neck as Ross’s whispered words tickled against her neck. “He’s fucking me… Oh, hell that’s good.”

“We’re not there yet. That’s just the warm up. Let me give you the real thing.”

She might not have felt the sensations as Kit popped Ross’s anal cherry, but Evie vicariously revelled in Ross’s pleasure as, open mouthed, he greedily licked and bit at the skin between her shoulder blades. She suddenly wished for mirrored wardrobe doors, just so that she could watch. “Is he inside you?”

“Almost.” Ross’s voice was way up high, a breathy, flighty little squeak. “Oh, Evie, I can’t describe it. It feels as if he’s fucking right through me into you.” His cock bucked inside her at his words. Kit surged forward, forcing them all up the bed. Evie tightened her grip upon the headboard.

“That’s it. Come on…easy…you can take this all.”

Ross gripped her hips, keeping a tight hold so he stayed deep inside her as he tentatively eased himself back to meet Kit’s forward motion.

It was never going to last long. The perspiration dripping off Ross scalded her with its heat. Expletives flew from his lips in staggered gasps. Control, if there’d been much to begin with, completely fled the field. He bucked into her. He drove himself back against Kit, clearly lost to anything but the sensations flooding his senses.

Evie frantically rubbed her clit, determined to share the pleasure of release with him. Based on Kit’s low moans he was chasing release too.

In the end, it was her climax that finished Ross off, her muscles clasping his cock tight. Completely overcome with the sheer ebullient joy of the moment, Ross cried out, before crashing against her, spent and weak. Freed of Kit’s grasp, his cock now limp, Ross rolled on to his back. “If I ever wake up and find I can still walk we’re going to do that again, and again…and again.” His eyelids closed.

Kit gently mussed his hair and then took her by the hand. “Come on, let’s shower. I think lover boy needs some rest.” They coated one another in soap suds, then gave each other vigorous rub downs with the terry towels to dry off, before sliding back into bed on either side of Ross.

It felt weird to wake together the next morning. Kit’s presence in the bed had overridden Ross’s dislike of physical contact while he slept. There simply wasn’t space for them all to have their own segregated spaces. Instead, they slept spooned together, arms and legs all entangled. Sunday followed a simple pattern, sex, breakfast, table sex, shower—Ross blowing Kit on bended knees, followed by the rumpling of the freshly made bed, then dinner and a film before an evening chock full of sex.