by Jamie Craig
But his hand was as gentle as Josh’s, and when the trio came to a stop next to the bed, he hung back, looking to Josh to take the lead.
“We’re going to take it slow, right?” she asked.
“Any way you like it,” Josh said, running his fingers through her hair. His other hand went to her waist, his fingertips creeping under her shirt to rub the smooth skin just above her waistband. He kissed the corner of her mouth, then traced her jaw up to her ear. “Where would you like Cam to touch you?” he whispered.
Sara swallowed against the lump in her throat. She caught Cameron’s eye and held it as she replied, “I trust him to do what he thinks is best. All I ask is that he doesn’t shift.” She looked back to Josh. “And that you’re the one who actually fucks me.”
Josh smiled. “Fair enough, and I trust him to do what he thinks is best, too. But I want to know where you want to be touched right now.”
She had no idea. This whole situation was overwhelming, to say the least, but when she’d seen Cam fucking Josh in the hall, she’d been transfixed. Her mouth had watered, and her body had responded, and all she could think about was how it felt to be a part of that.
Sara took a step back, toward the edge of the bed. She was a part of them. They wanted to do whatever it took to convince her of that. Whatever she wanted.
“You could help me get undressed,” she suggested.
Josh unsnapped and unzipped her pants as Cam stepped behind her. She remained still as Cam hooked his fingers under her shirt, then slowly dragged the material up her torso, exposing her flat stomach, her ribs, her lacy bra, before finally whisking it over her head. Josh didn’t touch her at first, but he watched her so intently it seemed like his eyes were caressing her. Cam caught his fingers in her belt loops and pulled her jeans down as slowly as he removed her shirt.
It was hard not to try and cover herself up. Sara was still very aware of the scars riddling her body. Even when Josh didn’t join her right away, she slept in a long nightshirt to hide most of them. Add in the fact that she was still so thin and it took everything she had not to grab her clothes and run. How could they want her like this? They were in love with a memory of the woman they knew.
Josh might have sensed her desire to hide, because he threaded his fingers through hers, taking both hands and holding them at her waist. Cam unsnapped her bra, but didn’t push the material aside, and the straps hung loosely from her shoulders, the soft material just covering her breasts. She looked up, trying to read Josh, and found she couldn’t look away from his eyes. He held her gaze, releasing one hand to reach for Cam’s.
She felt their touch at the same time, Josh’s thin fingers entwined with Cameron’s larger ones, their skin warm. They started at her neck, then glided over her shoulder and down her arm.
Goose bumps rippled over her skin, and Sara inhaled sharply as a fresh surge of want shivered through her. Reaching out, she ran her fingertips along Josh’s trim stomach, almost smiling as the muscles twitched beneath her touch. “Are you still ticklish?”
“Yes.” He grinned. “And I still don’t like to be tickled.”
Her back warmed when Cam leaned forward. “That sounds like a dare to me,” he whispered in her ear.
“No, it’s not,” Josh said quickly. He shot daggers Cam’s direction. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
It was the mock innocence in his voice that made Sara smile. “Maybe next time,” she said.
Josh kissed her forehead. “Sounds fair to me.”
He slid one strap down her shoulder, then the other, and then pulled her bra off, leaving her utterly exposed in front of him. He didn’t say a word, but he didn’t have to; the look on his face said everything. He was enthralled by her, fascinated, without a single flash of surprise, disgust, or disappointment.
Sara was caught up in what Josh was doing to the point that the sudden tickle of Cam’s mustache against the back of her neck sent a shockwave through her body. His lips whispered across her skin, kissing her throat, the soft spot below her ear, her shoulders.
She couldn’t hold back her cry, or stop from arching an arm back to tangle in Cam’s hair. The movement thrust her breasts out, hard nipples even closer to Josh, and as she watched, he skimmed his palm over the sensitive tips.
While Cam continued to use his mouth, Josh channeled his energy into touch. His palms were smooth and light, and she shivered each time he brushed against her. He weighed her breasts in his hands, kneaded the soft flesh gently, massaged his fingers over her skin. It seemed like he was trying to touch her everywhere. And the entire time, Cam never stopped kissing, licking, tasting her.
“God…” Sara’s lashes fluttered shut, and she reached out blindly, fisting Josh’s open shirt and yanking him forward. She honed in on his mouth with remembered expertise, and the first swipe of her tongue against his drew a whimper from her throat. She’d missed this. The few chaste kisses they’d shared to this point were nothing compared to the hunger driving her now.
Josh’s hand went to her hip as he deepened the kiss. She sensed his hesitancy, the same gentle patience he had exhibited since the first morning she woke up, prompting him to move slowly, deliberately. But each second of contact steadily stoked the fire growing in her, and Josh responded in kind, unleashing some of the desire he had kept such a careful grip on.
Cam abandoned her neck and shoulders, slowly falling to his knees as he dragged his tongue down her spine. Every brush of his mouth and hand was almost reverent. When he reached her bikini-briefs, his tongue traced the edge of the material, first along her lower back, and then over the curve of her ass, and then following the line down to her inner thighs.
Her legs trembled. Breaking away from the kiss, Sara clung to Josh’s shoulders, every rapid breath scraping her nipples across his chest. “Maybe we should think about moving this to the bed,” she panted.
Cam straightened, stepping back to finish removing his clothes. Josh took her shoulders lightly and guided her backwards until her legs hit the edge of the mattress. He lowered her to the thick blankets, and Cam crawled onto the bed beside her.
“Roll onto your side,” Cam suggested.
She did, and he spooned behind her, his thighs and chest against her back. Josh stretched out on his side facing her, his leg sliding between hers. Despite being positioned between the two men, she wasn’t crushed, both maintaining a distance of a few inches.
Sara propped her head up on her hand. “It’s been too long. Thank you for being so patient with me.” She glanced back at Cam. “Both of you.”
“It was worth the wait,” Cam said, idly tracing patterns on her back. He hadn’t ventured to explore the front of her body at all, but she was thrilled by all the small sources of pleasure he found. She hadn’t even known her back was so sensitive.
“Just be sure to tell us if you’re uncomfortable,” Josh said, his hands as earnest as his words.
“I will.” She reached down to stroke his semi-hard cock. Recovery time was a good thing right now. It gave her more time to relax with both men. “This doesn’t tickle, does it?”
“No, thank God,” Josh sighed. He slid his fingers just under her briefs and paused, looking at her questioningly.
Sara released a long, drawn-out breath, quelling the sudden jump in her nerves. Unable at the moment to voice her agreement, she leaned forward and found his mouth again, a slow caress she hoped told him what he needed to know. Josh moved with the kiss, pushing the lacy fabric down over the curve of her hip, but when it went beyond his easy reach, Cam took over, stripping her of the last line of her defenses.
Even though she was now completely naked between the two of them, Cam kept the contact almost chaste. His hands were gentle, and he wasn’t shy to use his mouth, but his fingers didn’t sneak below her waist or between her legs. She looked back to see his eyes were half-closed and dark, fixated on her like he had never seen anything so precious. Like he couldn’t even see the scars, the defects,
the horrible evidence that would probably never fade.
Josh’s soft touch drew her attention back to him. Deep concentration, and even confusion, marked his face. She followed the line of his eyes to a scar on her hip. It was small, but just one of many. The only difference was he didn’t stop looking at this one, while he had ignored the others.
“It doesn’t hurt,” she whispered, hoping to banish any worries he might have.
“No. I guess it’s been healed over for a while.” He brushed his fingers over it once more, then slid his hand between her thighs.
Sara thought Josh wanted to say more, but the first glide across her wet folds drove any desire to talk about her scars straight out of her head. She bent her knee, opening her legs further, and gripped his biceps as the pleasure rolled through her. Nothing had ever felt so good. Though he never entered her, Josh stroked along her lips, outlining her opening before using her wetness to slick a path up to her clit.
The first time he flicked his finger across the sensitive tip, Sara arched back against Cam and cried out Josh’s name.
Josh sought out her mouth in a gentle kiss, his tongue sweeping through her mouth. Each time he brushed against her clit, she moaned, and he deepened the kiss. With their mouths sealed and his finger massaging her sensitive flesh, it was almost too easy to let the rest of the world fall away. But every time she was tempted to focus entirely on Josh, Cam touched her, kissed her, whispered soft words in her ear.
“You’re beautiful. You and Josh are both beautiful, together.”
She knew Cam wasn’t expecting anything. It was written in his careful caresses and the gentleness of his mouth. But the quiet reverence in his voice made her want to do more than just accept his attention. There were three people in this bed, and not even in the beginning with Josh had their relationship been about inequality.
Sara pulled back from Josh’s kiss and lowered her leg. Rolling onto her back, she caught the curious glance the two men exchanged before she reached for the back of Cam’s neck. He didn’t fight her as she brought him to her mouth, and when she touched the seam of his lips with her tongue, he groaned.
Cam opened his mouth to the kiss, but allowed her to control every aspect of it. She tentatively explored with the tip of her tongue, and he followed her lead, kissing her slowly. Josh’s hand was still between her thighs, pressing his finger against her swollen flesh. As he rubbed her clit, and Cam kissed her with a restrained, yet hungry, passion, Josh flicked his tongue over her hard nipple.
She came with a whimper that Cameron swallowed down, her body trembling from the unexpected throes of her orgasm. It was the most pleasure her flesh had known in years, and while it wasn’t as powerful as she knew it could be, it still made her eyes burn and her ears ring. Not even clutching the back of Cam’s neck, refusing him the room to move away, was enough to contain the fire now scorching its way through her veins.
Josh’s cheek brushed against her jaw as he kissed her neck, and it shocked Sara how cool it felt. Was she that hot? She had to be. Even Cam’s chest where she rested her palm felt cooler than she did.
Cam lifted his head, his long hair falling over his forehead and partially obscuring his face. “I want to taste you, Sara.” He glided his fingers down her body, coming to a stop where Josh’s hand still rested. “Can I?”
Her thighs quivered at the thought of his beard rasping softly across her pussy as he ate her out. Sara’s gaze ducked to his swollen mouth, and she licked her lips once before nodding. Before he could move, though, she turned back to Josh, reaching down to the thick length of his cock pressing against her hip.
“Can I taste you, too, then?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Josh breathed, looking more than a little surprised.
He moved up the bed, sitting with his back against the wall. His cock was hard now, jutting forward like it was waiting for her mouth. She turned over to her hands and knees, positioning herself between his thighs. Cam slid beneath her, tracing her lips with the tip of his finger, before touching his tongue against her flesh.
She jerked, her pussy still sensitive from her first orgasm, and Cam stilled for a moment as she fought to collect herself. A slight frown pulled Josh’s brows together, but she gave him a little shake of her head to indicate nothing was wrong. To prove her point, she leaned her head down and dragged the flat of her tongue up the length of his shaft, at the same time lowering her hips back down to Cam’s waiting mouth.
“Oh, Sara,” Josh moaned as she rolled her tongue around the sensitive head of his cock. His hands curled into the bed, his hips lifting off the mattress.
While she teased Josh, Cam was busy sliding his tongue up and down her lips. He brushed against her clit, but didn’t linger there before moving on. It seemed like he was intent on tasting every bit of her—as intent as she was on sampling every inch of Josh’s cock. She looked up through her lashes to see his gaze locked on her, his color high, his eyes bright.
“This tastes the same, too,” she said with a half-smile, wondering if he’d remember that kiss in the diner.
“Feels better than I remember.”
She hid her satisfied smile by ducking her head, opening her mouth enough to suck the head of his cock past her lips. The tang of his come still clung to the velvety skin, and she wrapped her tongue around him in search of every morsel, breathing in the musky scent of his skin as she concentrated on how wonderful he tasted. It was tempting to do him this way, to bury him in her throat until he came so she could savor every drop, but Josh had already come once. If she finished him with a blow job, it would be a while before he’d be up for more, and she needed to feel him inside her.
The idea came to her as she began sucking down his length. She’d wake him up with a blow job. He had always been helpless against her first thing in the morning.
Josh’s quickening breath made her warm with satisfaction, but she almost couldn’t hear him over the sound of her own pants and moans. Cam lapped at her clit before licking a path to her slick passage. He circled her opening, collecting her juices against his tongue, and then slipped it into her quivering flesh.
It was almost too much, and Sara slid off Josh’s cock, holding him steady at the base with one hand while she struggled against the wave of sensations Cam sent through her body. The soft caress of Josh’s hand along her shoulder, pushing her hair back to touch her face, made her groan and turn into it, and she squeezed her eyes shut against the flood of emotion threatening to overwhelm her.
“I love you both so much,” she whispered.
Cam moaned against her body, the vibrations sending another hot wave of pleasure through her. He gripped her hips tightly as he did unbelievable things with his tongue. He didn’t stop as she spoke, but she knew from every physical reaction that he heard her, and he felt the same way.
Josh curled his fingers against her cheek, caressing her softly. “I love you, too,” he said, so quietly she almost couldn’t pick out the words. “Always have. Always will.”
Sara looked up. The sight of Josh’s eyes, shining and dark, fixed on her, was all she needed to say, “Stop, Cam, stop.”
Cam pulled away immediately, but before she had to see any hurt or confusion in his face about why, Sara reached behind and took his hand, pulling him with her as she straddled Josh’s lap. Her skin was slick against both men’s, and she fumbled for a moment as she tried to position Josh’s cock. Soon enough, she was poised in readiness, her muscles quivering as she paused to meet Josh’s eyes.
The pause lasted only long enough for her to smile. With Cam’s hands on her hips, Sara sank down Josh’s length, not stopping until she felt his balls brush against her ass.
Josh held the back of her neck and guided her mouth to his. She pulled back then thrust forward, riding Josh in shallow strokes. Cam continued gripping her hips, moving with her, but not controlling her. As soon as Josh lifted his head, Cam reached for him, smashing their mouths together.
Cam might have thought she and J
osh were beautiful together, but the sight of her two lovers together, whether it was kissing or fucking or even something as simple as holding each other, had always turned her insides into jelly. It was why she hadn’t been able to stop herself from interceding in the hallway, and it was why there had never been any hesitation on her part to draw Josh into their arms when they’d first made the decision to push their friendship further. Seeing Josh’s mouth attack Cam’s in ways he’d probably deemed too rough for Sara made her covetous for even a fraction of what they shared.
Leaning forward, she nibbled at Josh’s neck, lengthening the strokes of her hips against his. When she reached the softer skin at the bend into his shoulder, she licked the spot she wanted, then sank her teeth into the pliant flesh.
Josh stiffened against her, pulling away from Cam to gasp for air. “Oh, God. Oh, God, Sara. You feel so…” He smoothed his hands over her shoulders, arching back to thrust deeper into her. “Sara…I missed you…” He took Cam’s hand and guided it to her body. “Touch her,” he encouraged.
Cam’s hand hesitated on her stomach. “Sara?” His voice was rough and uncertain, and his fingers trembled against her skin where he held himself still.
Sara folded her hand over Cam’s, pushing it lower until he grazed across her clit. She gasped and automatically clenched around Josh’s shaft, but she continued leading him, prompting him to scissor his fingers around the base of Josh’s cock as his thumb caressed her clit.
Josh peppered her face with light kisses—her cheeks, forehead, nose, lips. He kissed every bit of her he could reach, zeroing in on her neck when she dropped her head back. “Never going to forget this,” he breathed, his words warm against her skin.
“You won’t have to,” she replied. And he wouldn’t. Sara had every intention of making sure both men knew her bed was theirs, from that night on.