Risk Is a Four-Letter Word (9 page)

"Zeke, please," she begged.

"Patience," he murmured as he opened
her labia with his thumbs. He blew on the exposed bud and she shuddered.

"God, Zeke," Eric rasped. He stared
at the juncture of her thighs. She reached for him, hoping to bring him in for
a kiss, but Zeke slid a finger over her again and her intent shattered.

"Zeke.
You're killing me here." Carrie slung a leg over his shoulder,
trying to get him closer.

He chuckled as he pulled back on her clit,
exposing the tip. More moisture rolled out of her pussy as she froze, waiting
for him to do something.

"You are so lovely," he said then he
bent his head.

She felt warm breath for a moment and then he
was licking at the tight bundle of nerves, light and quick. She arched her
back, seized with pleasure. Eric rolled his arm under her shoulders and sucked
on her neck, adding to the unbearable sensations rocketing through her body.
Zeke kept lapping at her, the tiny, tight flicks driving her right to the edge
before he abruptly pulled back.

"No," she protested, crooking her leg
and trying to keep him close. He kissed the inside of her thigh and ducked
away. The next thing she knew, Zeke was rolling across the bed to fumble in the
nightstand.

Carrie frowned, her pussy throbbing, but Eric
kissed her again, so deeply she thought he might be trying to distract her. She
let him, drowning in the taste of him. He mouthed down her throat, pausing to
lick at the spot he'd sucked earlier, playing with the sensitive skin. What was
he doing to her? It felt like a hot wire going from his mouth to her clit, bright
and sharp. She clutched at him, but he slipped away to her breasts. She
couldn't think.
Could barely breathe.
She tugged at
his hair, but he didn't budge.

"Eric," she
whispered,
mouth dry. She swallowed, trying again. "Eric."

He looked at her, grinning. "I want to
taste you so bad." Carrie's body went molten as he nibbled her nipple. She
burned even hotter when Zeke came back and settled between her thighs again.
Yes
, she thought.
Yes, yes, that's exactly where I want you
. Eric sucked on her and
she twisted, bumping her pussy against Zeke's cock.

He sucked in a breath, hard. He grabbed her
legs and widened them until her joints ached. "Is this okay? I need to
fuck you," Zeke asked, his legs trembling between hers.

She nodded and Zeke took himself in hand to
tease at her entrance. He deliberately slipped around all the most sensitive
parts until she growled and grabbed at his hips with her legs. She arched her
back and thrust up into him in desperation. His cock slid in all at once and
the three of them groaned. Carrie whipped her head back, wondering,
then
saw Eric was watching where Zeke had his cock inside
her body. She flushed, knowing what she must look like. Then Zeke moved and she
forgot all about how she was a total slut, putting out
before
the first
date.

"Carrie, Jesus, you feel so fucking
good," Zeke said, thrusting in short, sharp bursts. All she could do was
hang on. Eric bit at her nipples and she gasped, her climax suddenly dancing
all along her spine. Zeke froze.

No, not
now,
dammit
! Her eyes
flew open. "I'm going to come, don't stop, don't stop!" Her voice sounded
high.
Breathy.
Eric somehow got his face down between
her legs and licked at her clit. Carrie went postal, writhing and bucking as
her orgasm flared. Zeke had to hold her hips down so he could fuck into her.

Carrie loved it. She loved being held down like
that. Pleasure ripped through her like a flash flood. She rode it, keening and
shoving onto Zeke's rock-hard erection, savoring the rough sensation of Eric's
stubble scraping at her thighs. Her body
spasmed
once, twice, three times before she could catch her breath. When her back
finally unknotted itself, she sighed, but Eric hadn't stopped playing with her
clit. He sucked lightly and she
jerked,
the
over-stimulated zing of his mouth almost too much. Zeke was hard as ever in her
pussy, shoving in with long, steady strokes. She petted them both.

Eric lifted his head. "You can have
another, Carrie."

"What?" She frowned at him,
disbelieving, but then she felt it. Zeke shoved up inside her right at the
underside of her clit.
Her G-spot?
She thought that
was a myth. Zeke rocked the thick head of his cock over the spot again and a
crackle of heat snapped through her.

"Ah, right there," Eric said, watching
her face. Then he bent down and rubbed his stubble over her clit. The
pain/pleasure was ridiculous. Carrie might have screamed.
Or
cried.
Another orgasm built in seconds, but this time she hovered on the
edge, not falling over. Zeke slowed and pulled out until just the crown was
inside. His cock was so hard she could feel it pulsing.

"Zeke?" she gasped. Eric chuckled,
mouthing down along his friend's erection.
Oh
my God
, she thought as she watched, feeling her toes curl.
So hot
.
What was
Eric doing? He licked at Zeke, then at her, making them both tremble. Then he
grabbed Zeke's erection and forced him out of her. She moaned in protest.

"My turn," Eric said, moving away.
"Don't you dare
come.
" Carrie didn't know
which of them he was commanding. She supposed it didn't matter. Zeke had his
eyes tightly closed. He looked like he was going to pop.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

Zeke nodded. When he opened his eyes, Carrie
froze. He was so aroused, he looked violent, the brown of them completely
swallowed by black. She felt a moment's worry, but then Eric came back, rolling
a condom down his own considerable erection. Her mouth watered.

"Oh, we can do that tomorrow," Eric
said, reading her mind.

She blushed, wanting to feel him on her tongue
then he shoved in without any warning and obliterated any remaining coherent
brain cells she had left. She held on as he fucked her like he was crazed.
Carrie's climax welled up all over again. She bit her lip, scrabbling at the
sheets.
Right there.
Come on, oh my God
--

Eric froze.

Carrie's eyes flew open and she saw Zeke had
moved behind Eric. What was he doing? His hands were busy at Eric's ass then he
moved in, his thighs forcing Eric's apart.

Holy shit
, she thought. Eric grunted and fell over her. His face was part
grimace, part ecstasy. Was Zeke doing what she thought he was doing?
Whoa
. Eric ground his teeth together.
The base of his dick jumped against her clit.

"Doesn't that hurt?" she asked,
trembling.

Eric shook his head, gasping for air. "No.
Yes. Oh my God, Zeke, just fuck me. Stop with the teasing before I fucking kill
you."

Zeke chuckled and Eric's body lurched forward.
His cock rammed inside her so hard his pubic hair scraped her clit. She
shivered, grabbing onto him and Zeke. This teasing was making her insane. She
writhed, grinding her pussy against Eric as she hooked a leg around Zeke's hip.

Zeke ran a hand around Eric and shoved it down
until a finger tapped her clit. Carrie's thighs trembled,
then
Zeke shoved into Eric, his movements completely erratic until he got himself
under control and began to thrust. His movements drove Eric deeper inside her.
All she could do was hold on. Her orgasm hovered just out of reach until Eric's
body banged into hers once, twice, and Carrie lost her fucking mind. She bucked
as the pleasure ran through her, sparkles painting the inside of her eyelids in
glitter. She tried to breathe, but couldn't make her lungs work as the
unutterably delicious sensation of two men fucking wildly between her legs
stretched out her climax. One minute, two, then three passed as the waves of
delicious bliss took over her body.

When she came back to herself, she felt Eric's
cock jerk inside her. Zeke let out a groan, long and low, like an animal.
Carrie hoped he was okay.
Maybe he's just
going to pass out
. She certainly felt lightheaded enough for it. He panted
and collapsed on top of Eric who somehow wasn't smothering her. When Carrie
could finally make sense of things, she realized Eric was propped over her on
his elbows, face tucked into her neck so the men wouldn't crush her with their
combined weight.

"Holy shit," Zeke said reverently.

Carrie giggled. Zeke's arm was still slung
around Eric's waist. She could feel him but she couldn't see his face.
"Yeah.
Ditto."

For some reason both men laughed. Zeke pulled
out carefully and Eric shuddered as his spent cock slid from her body. Carrie
was grateful she didn't have to do anything but lie there, exhausted.

"I'm not really sorry I barged in on you
guys in the middle of the night anymore," she said.

Zeke grinned, grabbing a t-shirt from the floor
and wiping gently up her thighs. "Yeah, well, we were never particularly
upset about that, honey. Surprised maybe, but not upset."

She smiled.
"Still.
2 a.m. is a bit late."

"It's never too late for fucking,"
Eric declared, settling himself back down against her. She let herself be
prodded and moved until she was tucked between the two men. She felt very warm.
And very happy.
Her heart gave a startled thump.
I could very easily fall in love with these
two
, she thought, just before she drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Six

The sixth time Zeke set eyes on Carrie was when
he woke up with her and Eric in bed.
Naked.
He had a
hard-on. For a split second he panicked, his heart banging uncomfortably
against his ribs, then Carrie licked over the head of his cock again and all
thought fled.

"Relax, Zeke. It's just Carrie," Eric
said from somewhere down near the vicinity of his groin. Zeke struggled to open
his eyes. When he finally succeeded, no easy feat with Carrie's mouth doing
such wicked things, he looked down to see Eric tucked in right next to her,
holding his thighs open. When she pulled off to catch her breath, Eric took
over. Zeke didn't have a chance. The stimulation was too much. His balls
tightened. He reached out to grab onto something, but he couldn't move his
arms. Fuck. Eric had tied him up again.

Eric pulled off with a pop.
"Easy
now, lover.
I don't want you ruining your wrists." He smirked.
"Again."

Zeke moaned and lifted his hips, hoping they
would get the hint. His dick was slick with their saliva, the crown an angry
red. He was close to orgasm. Really close.

"Eric, I'm going to kill you," Zeke
managed.

Carrie grinned. "Is he always this grumpy
in the morning?"

Eric nodded solemnly.
"Yup.
That's why I try to wake him up with a blow job as often as possible." He
leaned down and sucked Zeke's balls into his mouth. Zeke's hips jerked.

When Carrie licked the head of his cock like a
lollipop, Zeke heard someone whimper. She sucked him in then bit down lightly.
The whimpering turned into a moan.
Oh
.
He was the one making all the noise. He tried to move his legs, hoping to make
them suck more consistently, but Eric gripped him too tightly.
Goddammit
.

"Please," he whispered. Shit. He was
such a pussy.

"Please
? "
Eric asked, pride and a bit of laughter in his voice. "Please what?"

"Fuck." Zeke was having trouble
stringing words together. Carrie lightly mouthed around the crown of his cock
then played with his sac. He was going to go completely mad. "Please let
me come. Please."

Eric smiled.
"Sure
thing.
But not until Carrie comes first."

Zeke struggled in disbelief. "What?"

Eric rolled a condom down Zeke's dick, pinching
at the bottom so Zeke couldn't climax. "Just hang in there," he said.
Zeke shuddered. Carrie was looking at his body, her face open and happy. He
managed to get back a little bit of control.

"Eric said you wouldn't mind," she
said, gesturing to the ties.

They were Eric's silk neckties. The ones he almost
never wore because getting his lover into a suit was close to impossible. Eric
loved his jeans and work boots. Zeke, however, loved those ties. This was what,
the third time Eric had tied him up?
The fourth?
Fuck
. He didn't care. "I don't
mind," he said. The small crease between Carrie's brows eased. He hadn't
even realized she was worried about him until the tension smoothed away.
Stupid libido
.
He
couldn't think clearly when his dick was in charge.

"Oh, good," she said. "I mean,
it's kind of kinky." She blushed even as her eyes roved over him again. He
knew what he looked like: arms tied up over his head, morning stubble, and a
raging erection still slick from his lovers' mouths. His erection throbbed at
the knowledge that he couldn't get away. He really, really didn't mind being
tied up. He flinched as he felt a sting under his balls then moaned at the
burning sensation. Eric had pinched him.
Goddammit
.
Eric knew every single one of his buttons.