Three to Tango (18 page)

“Is that what you want?” Liam asked. “For me to make love to you?”

“If you wouldn’t mind,” she said shyly.

“Babe.” Liam shook his head and laughed, his disbelief a reaction Shay understood. “You’re killing me here.”

“You need to take your clothes off. You, too,” she added when Shay laughed.

Both men pulled their shirts off in unison. Chelsea looked at Shay, quickly scoping him down and up, like she wasn’t certain it was allowed. Then she turned back to Liam, who was shucking his jeans as well. His chest was pretty massive, but it was his tight white briefs that had her pressing palms to her gasping mouth. Liam’s erection stretched out their front like a steel flashlight.

Liam rescued a condom from the back pocket of his jeans and let out a shaky laugh. “Don’t you worry about the size thing. The last thing I’d ever do is to hurt you.”

She didn’t deny it was an issue. It would have been to any girl with sense. Knowing this, Liam pushed his underwear slowly down his legs, like she was a deer he was afraid to startle. His dick popped up, thick and long and veiny, bouncing with his pulse now that it was free. He took a little time rolling down the latex. Shay didn’t think he was trying to tease, just that the fit was close. Teased or not, both Shay and Chelsea wet their lips while they watched. Liam’s cock stood even higher when he finished. The head was shiny, the color deep pink with blood. Chelsea stared at it, swallowed, then lowered her hands as far as her heart, which was thudding in her hard-tipped breasts. She cleared her throat when Liam’s eyes lifted from his task.

“I know you won’t hurt me,” she said, straightening her shoulders determinedly. “Even when you treat me like a pest, you’re always sweet to me.”

Liam’s eyes went as bright as stars.

“Babe,” he said, and took her face in his hands. He looked at her before he kissed her. The moment his tongue went in she cried out into his mouth.

They love each other,
Shay thought as he watched them, his ribs tightening strangely. What he felt wasn’t envy. If he were honest, what he felt was more like a desire to be part of them.

“Now,” Chelsea tore free to plead. She was squirming under Liam’s caressing hands, the flush that stained her all over beautiful to see. “Shay got me too excited to wait longer.”

The confession startled Shay, and maybe Liam, too. Liam searched Chelsea’s gaze, drawing one big hand around her hip to slip it between her thighs. When he took a grip on her little mound, his fingers kneaded into the folds. She rocked her pelvis to him as if it were impossible not to. Her wetness made a deliciously sexy sound.

“Please,” she whispered. “You can feel how ready I am.”

“You’ve been wanting this for a while,” Liam said.

“Since before I knew what the feeling was.”

Did “this” mean the same thing to Liam that it did to her? All Shay could tell for certain was that Chelsea’s answer struck Liam dumb. Then he smiled, heavy-lidded but broad, like sunrise breaking over his handsome face. Shay knew some long-held cravings were about to be satisfied.

With a laugh, Liam boosted her into his arms by her bottom, her curvy legs swinging up to hug him around his waist. He laid her on the couch still clinging to him, his knees and one hand holding their weight as he maneuvered.

“College girl,” he said, “I hope you’re ready for a
long
lesson.”

Chelsea ran her knuckles around his face, then stretched out her arm for Shay. “Come,” she said, smiling as she beckoned. “You’re too far away over there.”

He was only a step away, but he came and took her hand and held it. He realized he was naked, though he only vaguely remembered throwing off the last of his clothes. He was skinnier than Liam, but Chelsea didn’t seem to notice, and he knew lots of girls liked the way he looked. She squeezed his fingers, her hand damp and hot on his. Struck as speechless as Liam had been, he sank to his knees and rubbed his face against her shoulder.

“Shay,” she murmured. “Believe me, I love you, too.”

When she turned back, Liam caught her mouth and kissed her so deeply Shay heard their tongues moving. He shuddered, his cock kicking hard with lust. He couldn’t help it. This was a ringside seat to a fantasy.

It was more than that for Liam. He moaned, muscles clenching in his ass as he rocked his hips greedily closer. He backed off, came back, then rubbed his hardness lingeringly up her belly from head to balls. It must have felt pretty nice. His eyes opened dazedly afterward.

“You sure you’re ready, Chel?”

“I have done this before,” she said.

“When?” Liam and Shay burst out. “With who?”

Chelsea rolled her eyes. “Last year. And it doesn’t matter who. Let’s just say this person didn’t live up to his reputation. It was all over very fast.”

The dill-weed captain of the chess team popped into Shay’s head. Hadn’t Shay seen him and Chelsea talking a few times between classes?

“Chelsea?” he said. “For future reference, when a guy in a bow tie tells you he’s good in bed, he’s lying.”

Chelsea’s brows shot up at his bull’s-eye.

“He’s right,” Liam said. “A guy who works with his hands is a better bet.”

Clearly amused, Chelsea traced Liam’s full-lipped mouth with her other hand. “Never mind all that. My point is you can go straight ahead and take me. No screaming will ensue.”

Liam dropped his forehead to hers. “Don’t be so sure of that, college girl.”

She laughed, then gasped, because he’d worked his hand down between them to shift his cock into position. Shay could see the big broad head disappearing between her curls.

“Boy,” Liam said roughly, after which he gave a firm, careful shove. He went in and in until Chelsea’s slender neck arched up off the couch. He moaned the whole time he went, starting to tremble as her pussy engulfed him. Chelsea was simply gasping, her hot grip on Shay’s hand a vise. When Liam finally took a break from pushing, she immediately hitched both legs higher and kissed his chin.

“You like that?” he asked.

Chelsea bit her smile and nodded.

“I’m not in too deep for you?”

“Nuh-uh,” she said. “You can go all the way.”

Heat seared Shay’s cheeks at the idea that there was more. Liam closed his eyes, filled his lungs with air, and ground in until he was done.

“Oh God,” he cried, his big body undulating at the feel of her. “Chel.” His face twisted with pleasure. “I can’t stand this. I’ve got to move.”

She urged him with little murmurs, and a heartbeat later he was thrusting. He didn’t pummel her like some guys that excited would have. He kept himself to long, smooth rolls of his powerful hips—deep in, almost out—his muscles bunching and releasing like some machine. Chelsea wasn’t as practiced, but she sure pushed back good at him. Both were making throaty, drawn-out noises like this was the best thing either of them had felt.

Shay was willing to be forgotten, considering the charge he got as their audience. Chelsea didn’t forget him, though. She just waited until Liam was fully caught up in fucking to tug her hand loose of Shay’s. He was on his knees beside them, close enough to the couch that she could reach right down for his cock. The fingers she wrapped around it were hot as fire.

Shay didn’t want to make a noise, but he couldn’t help it. Her grasp felt too good running up and down his hardness.

Liam glanced over but seemed too preoccupied to be offended. He grunted as Chelsea performed some pleasurable action Shay couldn’t see.

“You keep tugging him like that,” Liam warned her breathlessly, “he’s not going to last long enough for you.”

Chelsea’s gaze only came to Shay’s for a second. “I think he will. I think Shay’s really good at waiting.”

Liam’s thrusts wavered at her sureness, but he recovered. “Yeah?” he said, smiling down at her. “Maybe I’m the one who’s had enough waiting.”

“Show me,” she said, her breath coming faster. “I’m ready to go, too.”

He pushed up on his arms, his big broad chest coming off hers. Chelsea’s gaze slipped down the rippling slabs of muscle, which caused Liam’s face to darken. He had to know she was watching his cock go in.

“Hold on tight,” he warned.

He’d never stopped thrusting, but now he put his all into it. Chelsea’s hand lost its rhythm on Shay’s cock. It looked like Liam was approaching blastoff faster than she was. His teeth were gritted, his grunts rising. Happy to help the odds, Shay palmed Chelsea’s nearest breast, firmly scissoring her reddened nipple in his fingers. Chelsea gasped loudly in reaction.

“Oh yeah,” Liam growled, his next drive really jolting her. “You’re … making her even wetter. Keep … doing her good like that.”

His encouragement tripped some switch in her. Chelsea arched and groaned as the climax slammed into her. Shay knew her pussy had to be tightening. A wordless cry broke in Liam’s throat. He was coming, too; his eyes screwed shut with pleasure, his hips shuddering tight against her.

Shay couldn’t help imagining the big spurts of come jetting into that snug condom.

“God,” Liam gasped when it finally finished. He pulled out, wincing, and sank to the side of her. His weight partially pinned her. The couch wasn’t big enough for it not to. Seeming fine with that, Chelsea caressed the arm he’d dropped across her stomach. Her chest went in and out with her hard breathing. Though she’d released Shay’s cock near the end, Shay’s hand still covered her heaving breast. Unable to resist, he circled her swollen areola with two fingers.

Her head turned to him on the cushion. Her hair was a wild nest of golden curls, a perfect picture of sexual disarray. “
Shay
.”

His pulse began to trip faster, especially in his groin, where his arousal was now vicious. The dark way she said his name wasn’t pitying. Her eyes seemed to glow as they locked with his, as she wriggled out from under Liam to sit up. Her flame-blue stare dipped down to Shay’s penis, which was more than hard as stone right then. Shay wasn’t huge like Liam, but he was big enough. Her stare wound him up so good a drop of fluid rolled down the tip.

“Stand up for me,” she said.

He needed the couch to steady his weight, but he stood. Chelsea drew her fingers lightly up his shaft, one set to either side of him. Her thumbs found the bead of wetness, and Shay sucked in a breath. More pre-ejaculate welled as her thumb pads rubbed gentle circles into that screaming skin. The sound that ripped from him was tortured. Clearly liking it, Chelsea pressed her soft pink lips to the slippery spot.

The wet tip of her tongue came out to tease him.

“You’re very excited,” she murmured against his slit.

“Chelsea …”

Liam was sitting up groggily behind her. He peeled off the condom, and that tightened Shay’s lust, too. His seed was shining on his soft penis.

“Don’t argue,” Chelsea said, licking Shay’s knob with the flat of her tongue this time. “I know what I want to do.”

Shay could guess what that was easily enough, but he wasn’t sure how to handle the logistics. Should he move her away from Liam? Or let Liam watch like he had? While Chelsea didn’t seem to feel a need to shield him, Shay sincerely doubted Liam fantasized about seeing other guys get off.

“I think you need to move your feet wider,” she said.

She tapped his knees and even that juiced him up.
Hell,
he thought, spreading his feet apart the way she wanted. Liam could look away if this freaked him out. Chelsea’s hands smoothed up the back of Shay’s calves, shifted around to knead the front of his thighs. Then she moved them to cup his balls. The gentle pressure had his breath hitching. His cock stretched toward vertical.

“Tell me if I do anything you don’t like,” she said.

He didn’t know how that could happen, especially when she rubbed her cheek in catlike enjoyment along his shaft. His hair stood up as he felt her inhale, and then her mouth sank over the bulbous head. A moan rose up from his belly, the sweetness of her warm, wet sucking overwhelming him.

She’d done this before. It bothered him for a second, but he couldn’t complain about the results. She knew how to be careful with her teeth, how to use her hands to stroke and rub where he was too long for her to swallow. Her head was moving up and down him, her caressing fingers spreading pure delight everywhere they went. He closed his eyes and let the blissful waves of sensation roll over him, trying not to let them push him to the brink too fast. God, it was good. His hands slid from her shoulders up to her ears. When she sucked again, his hips rocked forward.

“Careful, bro,” Liam said. “You look like you’re far enough.”

Shay shuddered at the reminder that Liam was there. Chelsea must have felt the reaction. Her lips tightened on him, the suction strengthening for her next pull.

“Jeez,” Shay swore, torn between needing her to ease up and desperately wanting more of what she was doing.

Chelsea pulled off him with a small pop. “You don’t have to hold back, Shay. You can come as soon as you want.”

“What you’re doing feels too good to rush.”

“You’ve been waiting. And this doesn’t have to be the last time.”

He looked down, groaning, into her soft blue eyes. Her mouth was still close to him, lush and reddened and wet. Her lips matched his dick in color, while her throat matched his heart in the rapid beat of her pulse. She slid her hands to his ass and squeezed.

“Let me finish you,” she coaxed.

How could he refuse when she asked like that?

“Okay,” he said, his excitement surging dramatically in anticipation. “Suck me hard then, and don’t let up.”

She grinned at his order but she did it, her commitment to her goal obvious. She wasn’t going to let up, not until he exploded. His thighs took almost no time to knot like stone. God, she was good: fast and tight, with an amazing knack for using her tongue to rub bolts of fire into his best nerves. Not wanting to choke her, he had to shift his hands back onto her shoulders, clutching her there hard enough to bruise.

He had about ninety seconds to enjoy his headlong gallop.

“God.” He gasped, the climax boiling up in his balls. “Chelsea.
Chel.
”