NeedMe

by Cari Quinn

  Cale’s shaft gleamed wet, and he had to struggle to get the condom on. But she wasn’t done yet. With a teasing grin, she grabbed him again, swallowing the crown of his dick with a loud slurp. She hollowed her cheeks, pulling hard, then finally let him pop out from between her lips. “Natural lube,” she said breathlessly.

  “Tease,” Cale said in a low voice. “You’ll pay for that later.” Tony grinned as Cale fisted her hair and caught her mouth, stabbing his tongue deep.

  She moaned. Cale moaned. Hell, Tony moaned too, clenching his fingers so hard around his erection he almost got a damn cramp. This was crazy. Unless he wanted to come deep inside her, he needed to stop things now.

  Tony pulled out but Marcia whimpered, drawing away from Cale to shoot him a needy look. “Please. I’m almost there,” she whispered, moving closer. She wrapped herself around him—arms, legs. Then she angled her hips upward and gyrated against his cock in a way meant to drive him mad.

  It worked.

  He rocked forward and sank home into her pussy again, groaning at the undeniable feeling of rightness. God, there were no words to describe how much he craved the wet clench of her flesh around his. He reached down and rubbed her clit, squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn’t watch her come. Bad enough he’d have to feel it.

  “Fuck,” he gasped as her channel tightened to the point of pain. Of utter bliss. Her pussy enveloped his cock as he drove home, needing to feel every wild spasm around his dick no matter the risk.

  She cried out again, drowning him in her warm moisture. His muscles twitched with electric pulses, his breath sawed from his lips. At the last second, he yanked his cock free of her snug cunt, just in time for his release to fountain across her still heaving breasts and belly.

  He dropped his forehead to hers. Holy shit.

  Across the room, a solitary moan cut through the din. When he managed to open his eyes again, Marcia was playfully licking up the droplets of his release from her fingers. Her gaze flicked between him and the opposite corner. “Check that out.”

  Still panting, he turned his head and saw the solo woman with her hand buried between her legs, fingers pumping madly. When their eyes locked, she thrust her hips upward. God, she was coming. Watching him had made her come.

  The woman let out a moan, body jerking. Her tremors went on and on until finally she withdrew her hand and bent to gather her clothes. Mouthing “thank you” to Tony, she slipped out the door.

  Marcia chuckled softly. “Think you were the one who put on the show after all,” she whispered, leaning forward to kiss him.

  * * * * *

  Once they were in the car, Marcia flipped the pad and stubby pencil out of her purse. She had a lot she wanted to get down before phase two of the night began.

  Cale drove and Tony rode shotgun, leaving her room to collapse in the backseat. And collapse she did.

  Her sex twinged, a reminder of her stunning orgasm around Tony’s cock. How he’d managed not to come for so long inside her was a freaking wonder. She’d figured maybe he wasn’t that turned-on at first. After all, he hadn’t been too enthused about the whole sex club idea. But man, when he’d finally come, he’d almost shot his damn head off and hers too.

  She smiled. Cale had a cock big enough to make any woman’s fantasies come true. And her lover, while not lacking anything in that department, had the stamina of two guys.

  Why had she waited so long for this again? Sheer stupidity?

  Because Tony’s worth more than any orgasm, no matter how incredible.

  Unthinkingly, she pressed the point of her pencil into the pad. It was dark in the backseat but she could jot notes in the light from passing streetlights. Besides, she needed to take advantage of the precious moments she had while Cale and Tony were engaged in—what else?—sports talk in the front seat.

  “Men are stupid,” she announced.

  Cale shot her a look between the seats. He was remarkably good-tempered considering he’d wasted a good condom on a partial BJ that hadn’t even ended in an orgasm. By mutual agreement, they’d decided to split after Tony’s spectacular finish, mainly because the attentions of the crowd had become a little too attentive.

  She didn’t really want a bunch of chicks checking out her guys. One or two, fine. But there had been more than a couple of women who’d stopped watching their own men in favor of watching Marcia’s, which meant one thing. Party over.

  So she didn’t share all that well. Galvin family trait.

  “Problem, Blondie?”

  “Yeah, I’m tired of hearing about RBIs. Wouldn’t you rather talk about something more fun?”

  “Like what?”

  “She means her,” Tony muttered.

  Cale laughed. “That so? You needing attention? Thought we’d done pretty well already. With more to come.” His extra emphasis on the word come wasn’t lost on Marcia.

  “You don’t have to talk about me,” she began, but Cale lifted a hand and cut her off.

  “I’d love to talk about you. Actually, I’d rather talk you through instead.”

  She’d already set aside her pad. She’d written all of three probably incoherent notes.

  She wet her lips. “What do you mean?”

  “Take off your panties.”

  “Am I wearing panties?” She slipped her hands under her dress to check. “Looks like I am.”

  “Off.”

  She did as he asked and tossed the panties in the front seat, laughing as Tony snatched them out of midair. Her laughter stopped when he brought them to his face and took a deep breath. Heat flashed over her skin as he passed them to Cale, who did the same thing. He wound her panties around his wrist then jerked at his zipper. His long hiss of breath made her whimper.

  What the hell was he doing? One-handed no less, since his other hand remained on the wheel and his gaze stayed steady on the road. Traffic was light this time of night in this part of the city but his attention didn’t waver.

  “Shit,” she whispered, glimpsing purple lace wrapped around his shaft. Her thighs dampened even more. “You’re going to jerk off with my panties?”

  “No, we’re going to jerk each other off.”

  “How?”

  “Talk to me. Make yourself come and let me listen.”

  “What about Tony?”

  “This is your show,” her lover said, his voice languid. “I’m feeling pretty good right now.”

  “But—”

  “Don’t worry about him. He’s good. You and me, however,” Cale’s eyes met hers in the rearview mirror, “need some relief, don’t we, Blondie?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, waiting for further direction.

  “Open up, let me see you.”

  She knew he couldn’t see much, just as she couldn’t. Passing streetlights only offered so much illumination. Didn’t matter, it was all just part of the seduction. She spread her thighs, jerking up when she felt the skim of Tony’s fingers on her calf.

  He still faced forward but he’d reached around the seat to caress her, to be part of this in some small way. She reached down to squeeze his fingers before she returned her hand to her mound.

  “Want to touch, don’t you?”

  “Yes.” It seemed the only word she could verbalize.

  “Go ahead. But tell me how it feels.”

  “In detail,” Tony added with a low chuckle.

  She slipped two fingers inside, already needing more stimulation than one. Her clit budded eagerly though her own touch seemed a paltry substitute for her guys’ cocks or wicked fingers.

  “She’s not talking,” Cale said to Tony, adding a tsk tsk.

  “Marsh, baby, tell us.”

  Tony’s sexy command prompted her to speak. “Still wet. More wet,” she corrected, slickening her digits in her arousal. “My clit’s so hard,” she whispered, circling the pearl of nerves. “It feels like a juicy cherry. Except smaller and—”

  “And what?” Cale asked when she faltered.

  She tipped up
her mouth in a half-grin. “And you don’t need to bite it to taste my juice.”

  Their simultaneous groans made her both laugh and moan. Again she slid her fingers inside, plunging them in and out while she fought to catch her breath.

  How could she already be so close to orgasm? Cale’s gaze tracked her movements in the mirror, heightening her excitement. Even without being able to read the desire in his eyes, she could feel it radiating from the front seat. Tony’s too, especially when those wandering fingers of his moved down to cup her heel. She had the world’s most sensitive feet and he’d already pried her shoe off so he could swirl his thumb under her arch. Just that tiny bit of stimulation combined with Cale’s heated gaze and her own movements drove her to the brink of climax.

  Then she was there, shooting over the edge. Throughout her shudders, she didn’t break eye contact with Cale. Dimly she felt the tips of Tony’s fingers sweep up the outside of her ankle and she pressed a little harder to extend the vibrations traveling from her center through her body.

  “Beautiful,” Cale murmured, tightening his hand around his cock.

  She flushed under the compliment. “But you didn’t come.”

  “Nah, don’t want to mess up the Parkermobile.” Cale shot her a disarming grin and pulled on the panties still wrapped around his length. “I kinda like this new cock ring,” he added, his breath shortening from the additional friction.

  “What he likes is getting up close and personal with women’s panties,” Tony said drily.

  “Just your woman’s,” he tossed back.

  The silence that descended after Tony’s awkward laugh wasn’t like the many other comfortable silences they’d shared. This one was fraught with things unspoken.

  Marcia inched forward to rub her lover’s shoulder, relieved when he took hold of her hand.

  If tonight was just supposed to be a good time for all, how come it didn’t feel like so much fun right now?

  Chapter Five

  Tony followed Marcia and Cale into the house, trying to understand what the hell his problem was. And how to get rid of it. Fast.

  When they’d left the club, he’d been fine with everything. Watching Marsh suck Cale off hadn’t made him jealous at all. Actually just the opposite had happened. He’d gotten off on watching them together, on witnessing the pleasure they shared. He cared for and trusted them both without reservation. So why had Cale’s comment in the car rubbed every nerve raw?

  Cale wasn’t a poacher. He also wasn’t a schemer. This whole scenario—which he’d been the one to bring up, though he knew Cale and Marcia had considered it plenty on their own—wasn’t a setup created by Cale so he could take his shot at Tony’s girlfriend. Cale didn’t work that way.

  True, Cale had feelings for Marcia but as friends. He certainly wasn’t in love with her. After what had happened at Penn State, Tony honestly didn’t know whether Cale would ever be ready to go down that road again. When someone lost the person they loved so painfully, it took a hell of a lot to risk trying again.

  More than anyone, Tony knew how badly Cale needed some fun in his life. Even with his seemingly endless partying, his best friend rarely truly relaxed. Only a jerk would let petty insecurity infringe on an evening all three of them would remember for the rest of their lives.

  Whether it would be with fondness or regret remained to be seen.

  “You coming?” Marsh asked them, stopping outside her bedroom door. Cale hadn’t made a move to go inside, instead lingering on the threshold like an unwelcome visitor.

  That, more than anything, made Tony hang back.

  “Give us a sec.” He flashed a smile at his girlfriend. “Get ready for us, okay? Why don’t you put on that red satin number I love so much?”

  She immediately brightened. Clothes talk always made Marcia perk right up. “Oh, I bought something new. I’ll get changed.” Her eyebrows drew together. “Don’t be long.”

  “We won’t.”

  Once she closed her bedroom door behind her, Cale shoved his hands in his jeans pockets. “Look, man, I didn’t mean anything by what I said.”

  “I know you didn’t.”

  Cale frowned. “You sure didn’t act like it.”

  “I know.” Tony scratched the back of his neck and lowered his voice. “She gets to me. This isn’t the first time I’ve gotten pissed when some guy looked at her the wrong way. It’s just the first time it happened with you.”

  “You love her. Of course you’re possessive.”

  Tony started to argue. He wasn’t sure he was in love with Marcia. Not for certain. If he loved her, that meant that he needed a commitment, something more permanent than a semi-standing Friday night date and sleeping over at her place a few times a week. He needed more of her. Desperately.

  Fuck.

  “News to you?” Cale asked, a grin lifting his mouth. “You look awfully green all of a sudden.”

  Tony rubbed his jaw and shoved it all to the back of his mind. He’d known he was damn close to falling for her to begin with. Having Cale state the obvious meant now he could face reality and whatever that entailed.

  “I care about her a lot,” he said, meeting Cale’s eyes squarely. “And yeah, I’m pretty sure I want forever with her. But that doesn’t mean she’ll go for it.”

  “Is that what this is all about?” Cale circled his fingers between them. “Because if you think offering her sex with another guy will tip the scale in your favor…” He grinned again. “You could be right.”

  “Such an asshole.” Tony laughed. “No, that’s not it. I love you guys.” Maybe someday he’d get to the point where he could say those words to Marcia too, except in the singular. “And I trust you. We’re having a good time.” He swallowed over the unexpected tightness in his throat. “Aren’t we?”

  “I am. But then again, I’m the only one who hasn’t gotten a chance to actually, you know, get off yet.” He pried out the tiny purple lace panties he’d tucked in his jeans pocket. “Think these belong to you.”

  “Thanks.” Tony grabbed them and let out a long breath. “Look, if I ever start acting like a dick, call me on it.”

  “No problem there, trust me.” Cale clapped him on the back. “So we good?”

  “Yeah.” Tony stepped forward and gripped the doorknob. “We’re good.”

  “Hey, wait.”

  Tony glanced over his shoulder. “Yeah?”

  “If you love her, tell her. Make it count. You know?”

  Since Cale was about as likely to spout poetry as he was to give relationship advice, Tony knew he meant business. His best friend also knew better than anybody the importance of not wasting time.

  “Yeah, I do. And I will.” Tony smiled and turned the knob. “C’mon. Marcia hates to wait.”

  “No kidding.”

  Their mutual laughter trailed off as they walked inside the bedroom and caught sight of her draped across the sheets wearing a buttery yellow see-through robe and panty set.

  Cale gripped one of the posts of her huge bed. “Christ,” he muttered.

  “Like?” Marcia grinned and tugged on the trailing ribbons that fluttered over her softly rounded golden stomach.

  She’d always had one heck of a body but her new curves were a thing of beauty. The heavy swells of her breasts, the sexy globes of her ass, those hips—God, just looking at her made him rock-hard and he could tell from Cale’s expression he was similarly affected.

  “You’re so beautiful.” Tony couldn’t help the emotion that moved through his voice or the way his chest tightened when she smiled.

  “You make me feel that way.” She patted the bed on her left side, indicating for Tony to join her. “Cherished,” she added quietly, her expression softening as Tony pulled his shirt over his head and lay down beside her.

  “How do I make you feel?” Cale asked, walking over to the opposite side of the bed.

  “Sexy and fun. Young enough I can still do anything.” She turned her smile on Cale while he tugged his ow
n shirt over his head. Except he didn’t stop there. He undid his belt and yanked off his boots and jeans, finally lying down beside her when he was naked. She walked her fingers up his chest to his jaw and angled closer. “Like we’re close friends. I haven’t had enough friends in my life. Men or women. I’m not so good at being one, I guess.”

  Clearly surprised, Cale closed his hand around hers. “You’re a very good friend. You always have been to me, from the start.”

  “Even though I extorted money from you for candy?”

  “Even so.” Locking his fingers with hers, he lowered his head to kiss her. Their lips curved as they met.

  Tony swallowed over the lump that formed in his throat. God, he’d turned into a sap. Who got emotional during a threesome? Wasn’t he supposed to be demanding she suck his cock or issuing some other equally alpha, dominant command?

  Instead all he wanted to do, at least right now, was watch the people he loved love each other.

  Marcia reached out and grabbed Tony’s hand, bringing it to her breast. She held on to her lover as she and Cale sipped from each other’s lips. They didn’t rush, just leisurely nuzzled each other. Cale braced his fist next to her head and rained kisses down her cheek to her neck, finally burying his face in her golden curls. After a moment, he turned his face toward Tony. “Thank you both for sharing this with me.”

  “What are friends for?” With a grin, Marcia scooped her hand through Cale’s hair, her eyes seeking Tony’s. Affection radiated in their hazel depths. Maybe, he hoped, even love.

  “Good friends give good sex,” Tony agreed somberly, leaning in to kiss her smile. He tasted Marcia’s laughter when it spilled into his mouth.

  “And good friends need to come really fucking bad. So excuse my haste but I need to suck on these pretty tits.”

  Tony shifted back to watch Cale untie her robe. As soon as her body was revealed, his deft fingers seized hold of her nipples and twisted. Dammit, she was so gorgeous, her beautiful body already straining with pleasure as Cale flicked his tongue against a tight peak.