Sexy Shorts

by Kathryn Nolan

  And he was open and kinky, and I’d always wondered… if…

  Based on his reaction, I might have been right all along. But I am stunned from my thoughts as Daniel lifts me up over his shoulder and throws me backward on the bed. Dives his face between my legs with a greedy lick.

  “Now tell me more…” he says.

  And I do.

  2

  Daniel

  I’m standing beside Carter in the station bathroom, both of us shaving. Behind us are the sounds of the other firefighters, showering and laughing, and men keep walking in and out of the small space as my razor slowly glides across my skin.

  Every so often, Carter locks eyes with me in the mirror, and a frisson of electricity passes between us.

  He knows.

  For the past week, Naomi and I have been engaging in the kinkiest fucking sex of my life, taunting and teasing each other with the fantasy of bringing another man into our bed. It had been a week of hot, erotic surprises for me. I’d always suspected I was also attracted to men but never met anyone who drew my eye.

  Except for the rookie. Who is standing next to me, towel wrapped around his waist, chest bare and glistening with moisture.

  The two of us are keenly aware that we have no privacy, and as desperate as I am to ask him what all of this means—if he’s really serious about fucking the two of us at the same time—I can’t.

  Carter knocks his razor against the sink. “I saw your lovely girlfriend last week,” he finally says, and my cock hardens at the scrape in his voice.

  “Yeah?” I ask nonchalantly, tilting my neck and checking my handiwork. “What did you talk about?”

  Carter smirks because I know what they talked about. Naomi had all-but-propositioned him in the hallway, and Carter had said he’d liked both of us.

  Both.

  Meaning me too. Later, as she had jerked me off in front of that mirror, it was all too easy to imagine the full, smirking lips of the rookie wrapped around my cock, sucking me off enthusiastically. My hands tangled in his hair, the grunting sounds he’d make.

  I’d exploded in climax, and later, as I’d licked my girlfriend’s pussy for an hour, I’d gotten off again as she described what it would be like to take us both.

  Fuck us both.

  There’d been no jealousy. No anger. It was surprising really—just an honest acceptance that he was going to come into our lives.

  “Oh, just what she wanted me to help you guys with. This weekend. The uh…” Carter blushes a little as two other men walk by, cracking a joke my way. I laugh, but it’s distracted.

  “The what?” I press. Against his towel, his cock is long and hard. So is mine.

  “The work you needed done. In the… bedroom,” he says then softly chuckles. I bite my lip to keep from joining him.

  “Right,” I finally say, glancing over my shoulder. “She mentioned you were interested.” A long pause. “In helping.”

  “Very,” he says immediately. “I’m very interested.” He holds my gaze for a fraught minute, and both of us are semi-panting.

  “You uh… you’ve helped people before?” I ask, dipping my face beneath a spray of water to rinse the shaving cream. When I look up, his fingers are on his cock, pressing against the fabric. I groan audibly—can’t help it—and end up coughing into my hand to cover it up.

  “Not a lot. But a few times. It takes a really special—”

  Another group of guys walk by, slapping me on the back.

  “—it takes a really special friendship,” he finishes. “I don’t just help anyone.”

  I nod as if we’re discussing the remodeling I need help with in my bedroom. Which we’re not.

  We’re talking about the two of us fucking the hell out of my gorgeous girlfriend.

  Maybe we’re even talking about fucking each other.

  And Christ, could I get any harder?

  “We should talk,” I say, eyes on his blue ones. “About this weekend. You and I. Get some… details straight.”

  A charming smile. Fuck, he’s handsome. “I’d like that,” he says softly.

  I go to turn because it is too tight and too small and too hot in this room. And as I leave, the rookie hooks his hand around my arm and shoves me backward against the wall. Cups my face and gives me an urgent kiss. My first kiss with a man; the first time I feel a man’s lips on mine, firm and insistent. The rough scrape of his remaining stubble, his chest brushing against mine and the sense of coiled, hungry energy thrumming beneath his muscles.

  I kiss him back, although that doesn’t really paint an accurate picture of the way my tongue dives against his. The way I thread my fingers into his hair and yank.

  Then the moment is over, all too soon, because another group of people is coming, and Carter lets me go. Swipes his thumb across his lips and gives me a searing look.

  “What happens next?” I whisper, straightening my towel with trembling hands.

  “That’s up to you,” he says, before sauntering out of the room.

  3

  Naomi

  I am basking in the glow of having two deliciously handsome firefighters look at me like they plan on fucking me into next week.

  Which they do.

  The rookie is here. In the cozy apartment I share with Daniel. He’d arrived not two hours earlier to have a pre-threesome dinner I assumed would be awkward. But we’d split a bottle of expensive red wine, and Carter had laughed and flirted and charmed both of us. And now we’d drunk enough wine and were relaxing by the fire, and I sincerely hope Carter knows what happens next. He gives me a hungry, fevered look as Daniel strokes his fingers at the nape of my neck.

  I want the rookie.

  I want my boyfriend.

  I want them both at the same time.

  “Are you nervous?” Carter asks, taking one final sip of wine. Like a leopard, he stands and stalks to the couch where we are curled next to each other. Kneels in front of me. But doesn’t touch.

  “Yes,” I say, honesty spurred on by his sexy nearness. The rookie looks at Daniel.

  “Yes,” he grunts, clearing his throat. All three of us laugh a little breathlessly as the fire dances a few feet away.

  “You’ve… done this before?” I ask, and he nods, biting his lip thoughtfully.

  “You’re a beautiful couple,” he says, looking to Daniel. Some kind of permission must have been given because his hand lands on the side of my face, thumb sweeping against my lips. “I thought about the two of you a lot, even before you fucked in front of me.”

  I bite my lip, fighting a blush. “We thought you were asleep.”

  “Bullshit,” Carter teases softly, and the blush races up my throat. “You liked it, beautiful girl.”

  “She did,” Daniel says behind me. “I did too.” The tension between the three of us is like pulsing, electric lightning, waiting to strike.

  “We can just do that if you want. I’ll fuck my fist while you fuck each other.” The rookie gives me a kind smile, and then I’m startled by the gruffness of my boyfriend.

  “No,” he says, leaning forward. Wrapping his fingers around the rookie’s neck. “That’s not what’s happening tonight.”

  I am breathless, in a trance.

  “And what’s that, handsome?” Carter asks as Daniel lowers his lips and gives him a fervent kiss. Almost angry. The sight of my gorgeous boyfriend kissing this equally gorgeous man sends me up in flames. I try to sneak my fingers beneath my dress, but Carter grabs my wrist, eyes still closed, lips still devouring.

  When Daniel finally releases him, they both give me a chiding look.

  “You’re going to come on his cock,” Daniel says, giving me the same hungry kiss. “In fact, he’s going to give you as many orgasms as I demand. Isn’t that right?”

  Carter is in on it now, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the ridged muscles of his upper body. “That’s fucking right.”

  “And then… and then what?” I pant because Daniel is pinching my nipples
as I watch this sexy strip-tease. Carter frees his cock, and I almost pass out at the sight of it.

  “Then he’s going to come with my cock inside of him,” Daniel whispers against my ear, and all I can do is whimper. Carter slides the straps down on my dress, working the zipper, and suddenly it is pooled on the floor.

  I’d worn lingerie for the occasion—stockings and a garter. Both men hiss with pleasure, and it gives me the sweetest, headiest feel of power. Both men lean forward, taking a nipple between their lips.

  I don’t recognize the sound I make. It’s not even human.

  “Then what?” I whimper, spreading my legs, already needing more.

  “And then?” Daniel says, groaning as the rookie palms his cock. “Then you take us both.”

  4

  Daniel

  I’m not sure who I want to kiss more: my girlfriend or the rookie.

  So far, I’ve watched him strip from his clothes, baring a body that had me erect in seconds. I’d groaned as he’d wrapped his strong fingers around my cock—the grip so unlike that of a woman’s.

  Not better, just different.

  And now I was watching my gorgeous girl, decked out in lingerie like a goddamn pin-up model, and she has her legs wrapped around Carter on the floor.

  “Remember,” I whisper as his palms glide around to her ass, pulling her close so she can grind against him. “As many orgasms as I say.”

  I thread my fingers in her long hair and twist and yank her throat back. She hisses and moans as I hover my lips over her ear. “Her tight little cunt likes to play.”

  Carter arches an eyebrow, fingers gliding between her legs, and I know when he’s found her clit because she bites her lip.

  It’s hot, hotter than I ever imagined, to watch her be touched by another man. Pleased by another man. She’s grinding against his palm as I lower my lips to her neck and he sucks her nipples into his mouth.

  My eyes lock with Carter’s, an erotic spark dancing between us. He languorously licks her, lips teasing, and I mimic his motions on her neck.

  I want to kiss him.

  I want to kiss her.

  I want our bodies to clash together, fucking and getting fucked until we come so many times we can’t stand up.

  Carter’s fingers shift, finger-fucking her with such precision she climaxes a minute later, gasping and screaming, trapped between two hard, male bodies.

  “So pretty,” he says, kissing her gently, caressing her hair. She has collapsed against his chest, half-laughing, half-panting, and suddenly I feel Carter’s fingers on my cock again. Stroking expertly.

  “I can make you feel good too,” he promises, squeezing my balls roughly. I almost choke, the sensation raw and real, and then I’m kissing him hungrily. Naomi sighs, wiggling in pleasure, lips dancing along my jaw as Carter thrusts his tongue between my lips.

  I bite it, tug on his lower lip with my teeth, and his fingers falter.

  The rookie likes a little pain.

  “Fuck her,” I command. “Give her this cock.” The words are barely out of my mouth before Naomi shoves Carter to the ground and takes every inch of him. He groans, fingers tight on her hips, and I kiss her as she rocks back and forth. She strokes my cock as she takes the rookie’s, and I never want this experience to end.

  “I need to taste you,” I rasp. “Need to taste you while you take him.” And then I’m on my hands and knees next to Carter’s tight, muscular body. I lick a path down his abdomen, and he shudders. I swallow hard at the sight in front of me: wide cock stretching my girlfriend’s pussy. I’ve never done this before, and I’m nervous and unsure, but my tongue darts out, licking him at his base, and Carter lets out a string of curses.

  “Fuck that’s hot,” Naomi groans, holding my head in place as I lick and lick. Carter is desperate and grunting, and though I hate to leave, my girlfriend’s clit is begging for attention. I suck the small bud into my mouth, head moving with her motions, and she wails.

  I can’t get enough, tongue dancing between her clit and his sliding cock. I am driving them wild.

  They are driving me wild.

  And that’s when I feel a finger, sliding down my ass.

  All three of us still at once, my muscle tight with apprehension. Part of me knew this might happen tonight, and I’d thought about it.

  Fuck I’d thought about it.

  “I want to make you feel good here,” Carter groaned, pressing just a little at the tight ring of muscle I’d never explored. “But only if it’s okay.”

  I look up at Naomi, who is flushed and aroused and so beautiful I feel my heart break. She strokes my face and I lean up to kiss her—starved for her lips. Eyes on hers, I whisper, “Do it.”

  I bury my face back into my girlfriend’s cunt, curl my tongue against her clit, and hiss through the bite of pain as Carter’s finger probes. Pain then overwhelming, shocking, knee-trembling pleasure emanates from where his finger strokes.

  “What the fuck,” I groan, laying my head on his stomach, too overwhelmed. Naomi strokes my hair as Carter strokes inside me, and the world is bright with ecstasy.

  “Jesus, I can’t…”

  I take my cock in my hands and groan, Carter’s fingers moving, my tongue back to its decadent dance between his cock and her clit. All three of us, surging toward release, the sounds of our bodies coming together pushing me to a sharp climax.

  I come on Carter’s stomach, jets of it on his abs. Naomi shudders with her own orgasm as Carter’s back arches off the ground. Both of us watch his handsome face contort with pleasure, the utter sexiness of it, the flush of his chest and the smirk that tugs at his lips.

  Naomi collapses onto his chest as I fall to my back, stroking her hair, eyes locked with Carter’s.

  “Did it feel good?” he asks, fingers smoothing down my side.

  “Goddammit yes,” I say, leaning in to claim his mouth. “I haven’t… that was my first time doing… that.”

  He groans softly against my lips, and I can already feel my hunger growing again.

  “I’m glad I could be the one,” he says, squeezing Naomi tight against his chest. “Now what should we do next?”

  5

  Naomi

  I’m not sure what to do with the fantasy coming true right before my eyes.

  I’ve thought about it.

  Oh, I’ve thought about it. Who wouldn’t? I have a giant, strapping, fire-fighting boyfriend, and at night, when I touch myself, it’s not another woman that I fantasize him being with.

  It’s another man.

  Like exactly what’s happening in front of me now. I am laying on the floor, sated from my half-dozen orgasms, and Carter is showing Daniel just how he likes to be touched.

  Carter’s head is tilted back in euphoria as Daniel’s lips trail down his abs and lick along his hip bones. Tentative. A little unsure. But when he reaches Carter’s thick cock, he growls low in his throat.

  “Wrap your lips around it,” Carter groans, and Daniel arches an eyebrow at the soft command. But he’s too aroused—I can see that—so he does as he’s told.

  And I watch my boyfriend suck cock for the first time.

  I commit this moment to memory: Carter, arching off the floor. Daniel, taking this man’s cock to the very back of his throat. He loves it—I can see that he loves it—and I desperately want to get off, but I’m saving myself.

  For when they both take me.

  So instead I let the pleasure build inside of me, unfurling gently beneath my skin. And then our rookie is gasping and shuddering and begging for my boyfriend to fuck him. Daniel takes the lube, still a little unsure, and spreads it down the length of his cock.

  “And then…” he asks the rookie, clearing his throat. Carter takes Daniel’s wet fingers and slides them between his ass. I watch his wrist flex, and then both men groan out loud.

  “Goddammit you’re tight,” Daniel says, biting his lip, and then he leans down and gives Carter a rough kiss. I want to be between the two of them
so badly my pussy aches, but I wait.

  It will be worth it.

  “This feels okay?” Daniel gasps, kissing Carter and working his fingers. Carter can barely speak, just nods his head. Kisses my boyfriend with sweet passion as he rolls a condom down his dick.

  “Need more,” he finally bites out. “Need you.” Like clockwork, Daniel’s eyes flick up to mine, seeking permission. And I nod enthusiastically.

  I watch my sexy, strapping boyfriend slide his cock into another man’s ass.

  And my life is complete. Because I’m discovering there is no greater turn-on for me than watching him get turned on by someone else. Get pleasure from someone else. I experience an illicit thrill, a fervent euphoria. I’m not even touching myself, but as Daniel’s hips thrust forward, my back arches off the couch.

  Both men groan raggedly, Carter wrapping his legs around Daniel’s waist, bringing him down for a kiss.

  Another thrust, and I swear to God Daniel’s inside of me. My fingers itch to touch my clit, but I hold off again. I bite my lip at the same time Carter bites my boyfriend.

  Which causes him to hiss with pain, yanking Carter’s hair in response.

  “Your cock is amazing,” Carter moans, fingers scratching into the other man’s back. “Fuck, it’s so…” but his words are cut off when Daniel wraps his fingers around his cock and tugs. I arch off the couch again as he pants and moans, as Daniel begins fucking this man with wild abandon. No more tentative movements—now he moves with a confidence, a deep knowing.

  And it is so fucking sexy.

  With a shudder and a curse, Daniel pulls out, flips Carter over, and takes him from behind. And I crawl over, loving the smirk on Daniel’s face as he watches my naked body. Loving the feel of Carter’s lips on mine, his desperate moans. Daniel sits back on his heels, bringing Carter onto his lap, and works him fast, yanking him down onto his cock. Carter’s head falls back onto Daniel’s shoulder, and before I can stop myself, I am gliding my lips down the length of his cock.