Risk Is a Four-Letter Word (10 page)

"Pay attention," Eric said. Zeke
nodded automatically. He hoped they could get on with the sex soon before he died
from lack of blood flow to his brain.

"Carrie is going to ride you until she
comes. You don't get to come. Then I'm going to ride you," Eric explained.

Zeke screwed his eyes shut. How the hell was he
going to keep from
orgasming
?

"If you're wondering how the hell you're
going to last through that, don't. You will. I have confidence in you,"
Eric said, a hint of amusement in his voice as he rolled a condom down Zeke's
length.

Zeke counted square roots in an effort to
control himself but when Carrie climbed over his body and settled her hot pussy
over his cock, the numbers he couldn't really remember anyway scattered. Her
gorgeous boobs were right there in front of him and he couldn't touch.
Dammit
.

"Carrie, fuck me. Put me inside your
lovely pussy. I want you so much," he managed. Her nipples were hard
little points, pink and pert. Eric crawled up behind her and massaged them with
his fingers, plucking them until she writhed. Zeke was desperate to get his
cock in her. "God, Eric," he muttered, thrusting his hips up. His
cock slid against her clit. She was so swollen that he could feel it through
the condom. She whimpered and he did it again until Eric forced his legs down.

"Stay still."

"Eric, you're killing me here," Zeke
growled.

Eric smiled and urged Carrie up. He grabbed
Zeke's cock and aimed it right for her core. Gently, so gently, she sank down.
Zeke sighed as her heat engulfed him.

"Does that feel good?" Eric asked
her. Zeke watched her nod. Eric massaged her nipples.

"This will feel even better then,"
Eric said. He slid one hand down and toyed with her clit. Because they'd so
thoughtfully propped Zeke's head under some pillows before they woke him up, he
could see everything they did. Her clit was a plump red button, slick and
pretty. Eric rubbed his finger over it, making her squirm.

"Are you close?" Eric asked her.

She nodded. Zeke hoped she was close. They
weren't fucking, but the sensation of her inner muscles clenching around him in
pleasure drew him closer to orgasm. Suddenly, she stiffened and her body pulsed
around his dick as she climaxed. She moaned and threw her head back and forth,
but Eric had her clamped down tight on top of Zeke, left arm around her waist
while his right hand fingered her. When she finally went limp, her juices
trickled down Zeke's thigh. God, she was hot. Eric lifted her off Zeke's aching
shaft and she fell onto the bed, snuggling into Zeke.

"My turn," Eric rasped. Zeke's cock
jumped without anyone even touching it. He stared at it in disbelief.

Eric smiled and reached down to Carrie's pussy.
"Do you mind?" he asked her. She shook her head and Eric sopped up
her moisture with his fingers before going to his knees. Zeke's arousal surged even
higher when Eric fingered himself. He knew what that felt like. He knew how hot
Eric must be inside. His cock leaped again. When Eric inserted two fingers,
Zeke swallowed.

Eric smirked. "Like what you see?"

Zeke nodded and licked his lips. Eric straddled
him and grabbed Zeke's cock, aiming it at his tiny hole. "Ok, hang
on," Eric murmured as he fucked himself down slowly. Zeke groaned at the
hot-tight-wet sensation. It felt like his dick was clamped in a vise.

"That looks difficult," Carrie said.
She sat up, trailing her fingers down Zeke's chest.

"It takes some getting used to, but it
feels amazing," Eric managed. Sweat had broken out on his forehead.

"What happens if I suck you while you're
doing that?" Carrie asked.

Eric froze. "If you do that, I will have
officially died and gone to heaven."

Carrie smiled and Zeke's blood burned at the
expression. She delicately tapped her fingers on the end of Eric's cock.
Pre-come welled from the tip. She brought her thumb to her mouth and licked
experimentally.

"I like the way you taste. So sweet,"
she said.

Zeke clenched his fists around the ties. Was
that a rip he heard? He wasn't sure he cared. Eric was almost fully down. When
Carrie leaned over and sucked Eric's prick into her mouth, Zeke's brain
short-circuited. This was possibly the most erotic thing he'd ever experienced.
The softness of her breasts pressed on his abdomen as she sucked. Eric trembled
on top of him. Zeke flexed an arm and one of the ties broke. Zeke grabbed hold
of Eric's hip with his right hand and thrust, hitting Eric's sweet spot with
each push inside.

"Zeke, Jesus," Eric gasped.

Zeke clenched his teeth grimly and kept moving.
His orgasm loomed over him like an avalanche. He fucked harder, pulling on the
remaining tie, trying to get his arm loose. Carrie had her hand wrapped around
Eric's cock, letting just the crown shove into her mouth with his movements.
She had her teeth out and Zeke knew Eric was feeling the scrape of them with
every thrust. Somehow Zeke managed to get his knees up and he lifted Eric,
pushing into him with hard slaps. When Carrie snaked her free hand down to play
with
herself
, Zeke lost it. He arched his back,
grunting as his hips continued to move. Eric shuddered and clenched around
Zeke's cock so hard his orgasm paused in mid-spasm. Carrie jacked Eric,
directing his spunk onto Zeke's chest. When Eric finally relaxed, Zeke's climax
roared up again and he
panted,
the pleasure
indescribable. It felt so good it hurt. Carrie was making these adorable
mewling noises and Zeke had just enough awareness left to realize she was coming
again, too.

A long minute later, Eric gently unrolled the
condom clinging to Zeke's softened cock and discarded it. Then he reached up
and untied Zeke's left wrist, rubbing at the red chafe marks.
"
Dammit
, Zeke.
I told you not
to struggle so hard."

Zeke stared at his lover in disbelief. He tried
to say something and failed. He cleared his throat and tried again, this time
managing to form actual words. "Are you insane? How the hell was I
supposed to
not
yank on the
ties?"
It's a good thing we have
such a sturdy bed
, he thought, glancing at the steel and wood headboard. If
they hadn't made it themselves it would be in splinters.

Carrie grinned and tucked herself up against
his side again. "You guys are incredible. I'm spoiled forever."

Zeke's spine prickled. He glanced at Eric. Did
she mean it? He hoped so. He wanted her to stay. So did Eric. Both men were
both completely okay with the idea of Carrie joining them for life. A peculiar
mix of fear, satisfaction, and love welled up in the vicinity of his heart.
Zeke recognized the sensation because he'd felt the exact same thing the first
time he and Eric had admitted their feelings for each other.

"Yeah, well, we were kind of hoping you'd
like to stay." Zeke's voice cracked as he tried to put everything he felt
in those few words.
How the hell is it
possible to fall in love so fast?
He darted a glance at Eric, but his friend
was still looking a bit shell-shocked.

Carrie leaned in for a kiss but paused before
she got halfway there. "Were you two expecting company?"

"What?
In this weather?
No. Did you hear something?" Eric frowned and rolled out of bed.

"I thought I heard a door."

Zeke thought he had, too. "Only a few
people have keys to the house."

Carrie slid out of bed and hunted around on the
floor for her clothes. Zeke was afraid to tell her she was shit out of luck.
Her stuff was still downstairs.

Eric unearthed his pajama pants and pulled them
on. "I'll go down and see." He threw Zeke's flannel bottoms at his
face. "Find something for Carrie to wear, would you?" He walked out
of the room and into the bathroom.

Zeke nodded, standing up and pulling on his
sleepwear. He walked over to the dresser and hunted up his smallest pair of
sweatpants, a set of clean boxers and a t-shirt. He brought them over to
Carrie.

She took them, looking confused. "Where
are my clothes?"

Zeke grinned sheepishly.
"Um.
Downstairs.
Remember? They were soaked through from
the snow."

Carrie sighed. "They're probably still on
the floor then, right?"

Zeke nodded. He could hear Eric brushing his
teeth.

"That means whoever has just walked into
your house couldn't miss them."

"Shit," Eric said from the doorway,
toothbrush in his mouth. He'd put on a shirt, a soft grey jersey. He looked
great for having just rolled out of bed. He turned and tossed the toothbrush
into the sink. "Maybe I'd better get down there." He strode through
the bedroom and opened the door to the hall, running straight into a female's
small fist, raised to knock on the door.

Zeke groaned and dropped his head in his hands.
Sherry, his sixteen-year-old sister stood in the doorway, mouth gaping as she
stared at Zeke's naked chest and Carrie's naked everything.

****

"Hey guys, for future reference, I would
prefer to meet your family members with clothes on," Carrie
snarked
as she brought her coffee to her lips.

"Um, yeah.
Me, too," Zeke said as he ran a hand down her back. He was
sitting next to her at the kitchen table while Eric fried eggs for their
breakfast. His mother sat across the table from them, sipping the coffee Eric
made for her. Zeke wished he could go hide in his room like he used to when he
was a little boy. His mother had the look on her face that said, "You're in
trouble." Zeke sighed, cringing inside. He didn't have the energy to deal with
family drama. He just wanted to eat breakfast and wallow in the afterglow of
some truly spectacular sex.

"Me, three," Eric said with feeling,
waving his spatula. Zeke winced as a piece of egg fell on the floor. Eric,
catching his look, rolled his eyes and cleaned it up.

"It wasn't fun for me either," Sherry
said, leaning back against the counter. She avoided Carrie's gaze. The window
behind her framed a beautiful winter scene: thick snow-covered trees sparkling
in the morning sunlight. It was calm and serene, the exact opposite of the
emotions riding high in the kitchen. "I could totally have done without
seeing my brother in the buff."

"I had pajamas on," Zeke cut in.

"They were barely clinging, dude. I
so
did not want an image of your happy trail in my head," Sherry retorted.

Their mother choked. Zeke considered crawling
under the kitchen table.
Happy trail?
Did that mean
what he thought it did? The thought of his sister staring at the hair near his
groin made his stomach roll. He hunched his shoulders. Why, oh why, did his mom
think it was a good idea to come visiting with his sister and Eric's mother,
Josie, today of all days?

Across the kitchen, Josie stood near the back
door, arms crossed uncomfortably over her chest. As far as Zeke could tell, she
wasn't feeling any better about his and Eric's dating situation, even though a
week had passed. He wasn't sure he was up to explaining about Carrie.

"So, Mom, you sure you don't want anything
to eat?" Eric asked as he divided up the scrambled eggs onto plates. Zeke
watched her shake her head, lips pursed. He had the inane thought that if she
kept up the sour look, her face would freeze that way. He stifled a highly
inappropriate chuckle, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

Carrie caught his unease and pasted a bright
smile on her face. She turned to his sister and Zeke winced under his mask of
calm. "So, Zeke tells me you're his younger sister, Sherry. We didn't have
a chance for introductions. I'm Carrie
Haake
."
Sherry stared at her for a long moment and Zeke mentally urged his sister to
chill. There had to be some sort of sibling voodoo he could use, right? He
chanced a glance at her face.
Yeah, no.
Sherry wasn't
playing.

"Are you a sophomore in high school?
Junior?"
Carrie bravely carried on.

Sherry stared at her a moment longer then
opened her mouth just as Eric leaned over them with the food. Zeke watched her
narrow her eyes at his friend.
Uh oh
.

"Are you dating Eric?" Sherry asked.

Shit. Eric flinched. Zeke winced as the
food-laden plates clattered onto the table. He grabbed one and passed it to
Carrie who was struggling to come up with a reply. How would anyone answer that
question? He imagined her saying something snarky like, "Oh yeah, I was
planning on dating Eric, and your brother too, by the way, but we
kinda
jumped to the sex part first." Zeke felt a headache
surfacing. That wasn't going to fly with Sherry. His sister had an enormous
crush on Eric. Zeke glanced at his mother, hoping for some help.

His mother sighed and offered her hand.
"Nice to meet you.
I'm Mary Griffin, Zeke's mom."

Carrie smiled, clearly relieved. "Carrie.
It's nice to meet you too. I can see where Zeke gets his lovely eyes."