Dare Menage 2: Daring Proposal

by Jeanne St. James

  He snagged her panties and tugged them off. Dropping to his knees, he was at the right height. He pressed her thighs apart. Her pussy was beautiful. Pink, smooth, and shiny from her orgasm. He didn’t know if he’d ever been with a woman who got so wet, whose juices gushed out of her when she came. All over his cock, or his fingers, or his mouth…

  At that thought he pressed his mouth to her, licking her, tasting her, inhaling the scent of her all excited and ready.

  He spread her wider with his fingers and he buried his face against her, stroking her with his tongue, sucking her clit. He pinned her hips down with his arm to keep her from bucking against the table.

  “Now this is my kind of breakfast,” he said before burying himself between her legs once again.

  She let out a long wail and her hips fought against the weight of his arm. He felt a warm gush against his lips, his face, before he pulled back with a smile. He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth and stood.

  Her pussy was ripe and ready for him to fuck her good, fuck her hard. Fuck her until she came over and over, drenching his cock and his balls.

  “I’m going to fuck you now,” he told her, stripping out of his clothes, throwing them onto a chair, which he had impatiently shoved away from the kitchen table.

  “Yes,” she moaned. “Yes.”

  He cursed himself when he realized he didn’t have a condom. As he turned, a rush of air hit him and all the oxygen left his lungs as he was body slammed. He stumbled back, trying to catch his breath and his balance. Eve scrambled off the table and yelled at Ren.

  “Ren! Stop!”

  Cole heard the panic in her voice, but he fought the urge to defend himself. Ren wouldn’t hurt him. Not really. He was pissed off, that’s all. They were like brothers.

  Ren grabbed him by the shoulders, shoving him face down onto the table. Cole grunted as his teeth cut his lip.

  Ren kicked Cole’s feet wide as he kept him pinned to the kitchen table. Cole felt nothing but empty space behind him, then the unmistakable sound of a zipper. Ren shifted a hand to the back of Cole’s neck, while the other was on his cock, finding Cole’s tight hole.

  Ren was going to fuck him. He was right there, the broad head of his cock pressing against the tight entrance. Cole’s mind spun.

  “Lube,” Cole groaned out. When Ren didn’t move, didn’t shift his cock away from his opening, he added, “Please!”

  Ren still didn’t move. Ren stood, breathing hard, holding Cole down. His ass was completely exposed but Ren still stood frozen…as if his brain had just caught up to what he was about to do, the reality of it all.

  From the corner of his eye, Cole saw Eve rush out of the kitchen and back, shoving a bottle of Astroglide and a condom at Ren.

  The rip of the wrapper and the snap of the bottle being opened made a shiver run down Cole’s spine.

  Ren wasn’t going to be gentle. Oh no. He was angry and upset. Cole could only imagine that Ren had stewed all night and wanted to take out all the feelings that had been flayed open last night out on Cole. Was Ren blaming Cole for his bisexual desires? Ones he didn’t want to admit?

  Clearly, Ren was out to punish Cole.

  For tempting him? For pushing the other man far enough that he was going to fuck Cole right in the kitchen where the morning light exposed all his secrets.

  Cole couldn’t see Ren’s face, but he felt the press of Ren’s thick, hard cock at his anus; Ren’s fingers digging tightly into the back of his neck with more strength than was needed.

  Cole had no desire to fight. No need to flee. He would bear the brunt of Ren’s anger, at least this time. He understood the raw feelings Ren felt. He had known them himself way back when. Back when he’d discovered his own true sexuality.

  With a curse, Ren thrust inside him. Not working his way in slowly, gently stretching Cole’s canal to fit him. No, Ren was going to fuck him without mercy. Cole could only wonder if the other man was going to fuck him this roughly to prove he was still in control. Maybe Ren thought he had lost a bit of his masculinity last night and needed to show Cole who was still dominant, who was all male.

  Whatever the reason, Cole could feel each emotion with Ren’s every thrust. Anger. Frustration. Fear.

  Ren pounded him.

  Cole had wanted him for a long time but had never told anyone. He had kept quiet because he’d never thought it would happen. Well, thanks to Eve, it was happening. Maybe not quite like he’d envisioned, but he hoped it would get there. That Ren would want him as much as Cole wanted Ren.

  But for now, he would take what he could get. And at the moment, he was getting a good ass reaming. His body rocked hard against the wooden table each time Ren thrust. With each slam Cole groaned and Ren grunted.

  He stayed as relaxed as he could, even though Ren still held him down forcefully.

  The rhythmic slap of Ren’s hips against his ass made him close his eyes to concentrate on his movements, on each grunt Ren released.

  Cole jerked in surprise when a hand grabbed his partially erect cock. From under the kitchen table, Eve stroked him and then swallowed him deep.

  He fought to concentrate on Eve’s mouth as she gripped the base of his cock and sucked him, licked him, nibbled along his shaft. She kept him hard, ready, and it confused his body. The pleasure from the front, the punishment from the back.

  Suddenly, Ren skipped a beat, slowed, his breathing heavy. Unexpectedly, Ren released Cole’s neck to grip Cole’s hips tightly with his fingers.

  Cole finally had enough freedom to tilt his pelvis, to meet Ren’s thrusts, to make the angle more pleasurable. Eve was trying to keep the same rhythm with her mouth along his cock, licking the length, taking it deep into her mouth.

  Ren’s rhythm became frantic again and Ren cried out, spilling himself deep inside Cole.

  Cole moaned as Ren’s cock pulsated deep in his canal.

  Eve picked up speed, and Cole cried out as he released himself, Eve’s throat working to get every drop of his come. She let him slide out of her mouth and she kissed the still engorged head before crawling out from underneath the table.

  Ren was still, his breathing a bit quick. He dropped his forehead to let it rest on Cole’s back. Cole felt Ren’s hot breath blow along his warm, damp skin.

  EVE GOT TO her feet and moved behind Ren, leaning against his back, wrapping her arms as much as she could around both men, trying to hold them both close. She rested her cheek against Ren’s back.

  She was desperate not to cry, to bring Ren’s torment back to the surface. But her heart was breaking.

  She whispered, “Sorry.”

  She didn’t know if she was apologizing to one, the other, or both. All of them. She was sorry it had come to this. She was sorry she had come up with this plan in the first place. She was sorry Cole had to take the punishment he had just taken, even though he accepted it without a complaint. She was sorry to Ren for pushing him to the point of breaking. For making him stir up desires he never wanted to bring to the surface.

  “Eve. You have to move. I’m crushing Cole.” Ren’s voice sounded tired and defeated.

  She moved away, giving them space. Ren offered a hand to Cole, who accepted it, even gripped it tightly as Ren pulled him to his feet.

  As soon as Cole was standing, he found his shorts, pulling them back up his hips. Ren ripped off the condom and chucked it into the garbage with more force than was necessary, his face revealing nothing.

  But Eve had seen a flash of something before his expression had become blank. Something was simmering. Regret?

  Most likely. He had been rough on Cole. And Cole was his closest friend.

  Ren straightened his camo cargo pants and fastened them closed before turning to face them.

  He kept his eyes averted from Cole, but he rasped, “What the fuck did I do? I’m sorry, Dix.”

  “We are brothers for life, Renny. Don’t be sorry.”

  “I wanted to do it.”

  “So you’re mad tha
t you wanted to fuck me?”

  “Fuck yes! And dammit! I…” His fists clenched. “I liked it!”

  Cole shook his head and forced a laugh. “I liked it too. Well, I might not have liked it so much if Eve hadn’t gotten the lube. Or sucked me off. But that’s not important…”

  “Did I hurt you?”

  “No, so don’t stress yourself out over this, brother.”

  “I wouldn’t blame you if you never forgave me.”

  Cole brushed a kiss against Eve’s check, whispering, “Thanks for the lube.” To Ren, he said louder, “Nothing to forgive.”

  Cole filled the coffee maker with water and ground coffee and turned it on. Eve watched him act as if nothing was wrong, nothing had happened between the two men.

  “Bullshit,” Ren exclaimed loudly.

  Eve thought Ren might beat himself up over this for a long time. She hoped not. Cole wasn’t holding it against him. Ren should let it go and move on.

  “Next time—”

  “Next time?” Ren barked. He turned away, but Eve felt the urge to touch him. To soothe him. So she took him into her arms. He tensed. He was closed off, but he didn’t pull away.

  “Next time we’ll be better prepared,” she said to him quietly.

  Ren scowled at her. “I just fucked my best friend in the ass. I’m not sure if I could ever be prepared for that.”

  Cole chuckled. Eve raised her eyebrows at Cole. She didn’t think Ren found any of this funny.

  But whether she liked it or not, Cole ignored her silent plea. “Renny, you don’t have to fit yourself into a neat little box. It doesn’t matter what label you think you have to wear. Whether you are hetero, bi-sexual, bi-curious, or even heteroflexible, neither Eve nor I care. Hell, make up your own term. Just be you.”

  The coffee maker beeped and Cole dug out three mugs. He filled them and held one out to Ren. Black. Ren liked his coffee black. She had spent the night at his house more than a couple times in the last few weeks. She was only beginning to learn about Ren’s likes and habits. But Cole knew. Cole knew so much about the man he’d been friends with for a long time and finally admitted out in the open yesterday he’d wanted for a while, but had done nothing about.

  As Ren accepted the mug, Cole’s fingers brushed along the other man’s. Obviously not accidentally. “I’ve wanted to touch you for a long time. I’ve wanted to show you pleasure like you’ve never had before. And I still do.”

  Ren took a sip of the hot coffee and moved to lean against the kitchen counter. “All these years and you never said anything.”

  “Of course, you never told me that you were with men—or a man, whatever—in college. Until yesterday, at least. If I had known, I would’ve suggested us experimenting sooner.”

  Ren’s brows furrowed. “I thought we were friends…best friends.”

  Cole sighed; he took his own coffee and leaned against the frame of one of the open sliding glass doors. He probably wasn’t in any condition to sit, Eve thought.

  “Right. And a best friend would’ve told me that you experimented in college. Baby, it’s not like I want to marry you, I just want to fuck you. Or you fuck me.”

  Ren grimaced. “Please don’t call me baby.”

  Cole waved his free hand through the air. “Fine, Renny. I’ll call Eve baby. She probably won’t mind. Right, Eve?”

  Eve nodded her agreement, but kept moving around the kitchen, gathering ingredients for breakfast. She would let the two men figure things out. At this point, her input was not needed, and maybe not even wanted. She was fine with that.

  Cole continued, “If you’re not comfortable with”—he waved his hand again—“all of this, then fine, stop. But if it’s something you think you will enjoy and don’t want to admit it to yourself, just give yourself a break. Explore what you want. Eve’s open to it. I’m definitely open to it. Some people want a neat label. Fucking life isn’t neat. It’s messy. For that, I’m glad. I like messy. I don’t want to be put into a box. Fuck boxes.”

  Eve dug out the ingredients for the waffles and started to mix them, keeping a careful ear on their conversation. If she needed to interrupt, or even break the two of them apart, she would.

  “Fuck boxes? Maybe that’s easy for you. But what about—”

  Cole must have known where Ren was going, because Eve was surprised when he cut the larger man off.

  “No one needs to know but us. Eve’s not going to spill the beans, and you know I won’t. I don’t need to walk out in public with you on my arm. This is our personal life. No one needs to know shit. It’ll all be up to you on how you ride this roller coaster. No pressure.”

  She fussed with the waffle iron before going back to whipping the batter. She heard nothing behind her. The silence grew. Eve turned her head to check on them—to make sure Ren wasn’t strangling the shit out of Cole.

  What she saw made her drop the whisk. It clattered onto the counter, the batter spattering all over the counter and floor, all over her.

  They were in each other’s arms, not strangling, but hugging. She wasn’t sure if it was a passionate hug or simply a “buddy” hug. But she’d take it either way.

  She could see Ren’s face from where she stood.

  A flash of heat, a flair of passion crossed Ren’s expression, filled his eyes. Something dark and forbidden. But as quickly as it came, it was hidden by his hooded gaze. Almost as if he had been surprised by his reaction and didn’t want either of them to know.

  Eve realized he wasn’t against this at all. But he was fighting his reaction; he didn’t want to seem eager.

  “I’m sorry, Dix. I never meant to hurt you,” Ren mumbled.

  “We’ve already had this discussion. You didn’t. Now kiss me and make it all better.”

  Ren snorted and pushed Cole away. He took his coffee over to the table and settled in one of the chairs. He gave Eve a look.

  “When are the waffles going to be ready?”

  Eve turned back to clean up the mess, smiling to herself.

  Chapter Eleven

  In the late afternoon, Cole went out for a run on the beach, leaving Ren and Eve alone at the house.

  Ren was sitting in one of the deck chairs when Eve came out, handing him a beer. Ren caught her fingers and pulled her into his lap.

  Eve settled against him with a long sigh. “I wish the water was warmer. I’d love to go for a swim.”

  “I wish I knew how to swim.”

  Eve turned to look at him in surprise. She searched his face. “You’re kidding, right?”

  He lifted a shoulder and pointed to himself. “Inner-city kid. We didn’t have a lot of opportunities to learn.”

  “They didn’t have any swimming programs where you grew up? YMCAs?” She leaned back against him, the warm sun on her face, his warm chest spooning her back.

  “They cost money.” He leaned a cheek on the top of her head. “My moms wanted me to play football. She wanted me to get a scholarship to go to college. Her ultimate goal was for me to go pro. So, she dragged me around to football practices whenever she could. She burned whatever little money she had on what she thought was priority. I think I started playing around five, believe it or not.”

  “What about your dad?”

  He traced his fingers along her shoulders and kissed the back of her neck. “No dad.”

  “Everybody has a dad.”

  “No. Everybody has a birth father—a sperm donor. Not every father is a dad.”

  “You never met him?”

  “No.”

  “Did you ever want to?”

  “No. I thought once I became pro, he’d come crawling out of the woodwork to collect some of the glory. Not to mention the money. But he didn’t. My moms said he probably forgot who she was and never would put two and two together.”

  “Why do you say ‘moms’?”

  “Old habit. One hard to break. It’s common in the hood to call your mom moms. I have no idea why. I tried to leave all the old slang behind.
Some things still slip out.”

  Eve shifted in his lap, feeling his cock stir.

  “Like my cock wants to slip out right now.” He brushed his fingers up her thigh and under her sundress. “And slip right into you.”

  Eve look up and down the beach. There was no sign of Cole. Hell, there was no sign of anyone around. “Right here?”

  “Yeah. Right here. Right now. Why not?”

  She spun around to face him, her legs straddling his. “No condom?”

  “No. Unless you’re not on the pill.”

  “I am. But…”

  He kissed her, stopping her flow of words. He licked along the inside of her mouth, along her teeth. He licked her bottom lip before sucking on it. “Have you been tested?”

  “No, I’ve had no reason to. I haven’t had sex since my husband.”

  A look crossed his face and she realized that her husband was going to have to be a topic of conversation in the near future. Ren wanted more answers than she had given him so far. And Cole did, too. They had been patient, but…

  “I haven’t had sex with anyone but you since I’ve been tested last.”

  “Except Cole.”

  His lips thinned. “Yes. But we used a condom. He gets tested regularly though. That I do know.”

  “Why do you get tested? Are you with that many women?”

  “I have been. In the past.”

  “Don’t you use protection?”

  “Always.”

  She remembered reading about the paternity tests he had been ordered to take on a couple occasions. The gossip rags had always admitted his willingness to take them. Most likely because he was confident none of the children would be his. It was probably true that he always used protection. His mom apparently didn’t raise a fool, but…

  “But now you want to skip it with me?” Her question reflected her surprise. Why now? Why her?

  “Yes, I want to fuck you with nothing separating the two of us. I want to feel your heat, your wetness, directly on my skin. If you’re not sure about it, I’ll go grab a condom. I want you to be comfortable.”