by Dana Delamar
Carter’s eyes were fixed on Paige. If her pupils were a little dilated, Carter’s were blown. Our earlier play had something to do with it, but I could tell how much he desired her. I’d seen that look before. Never quite as powerfully because, in all honesty, we’d barely known the women who’d shared our bed.
Paige was different.
As though our minds were running on the same wavelength, Carter took Paige’s hand and peered into her eyes. “I really would like to kiss you, Paige, but only if you want it too.”
Squirming, she looked up at me imploringly and gave a nervous laugh. “It seems so… I don’t know. Sixth grade spin the bottle?”
I raised a brow in challenge. “Does it matter?”
Stepping between Carter’s outstretched legs, I leaned down and kissed him, a slow and exaggerated French kiss, just the way he loved them, wet with lots of tongue. He retaliated, twining our tongues together with our mouths open wide.
Jesus. I groaned, my cock throbbing against the zipper of my slacks. I was getting too caught up in this. Reluctantly, I pressed our mouths together before slowly backing away. Carter looked wrecked, crazy turned on. Like he wanted to ram his cock into my ass over and over. He didn’t care that we had an audience—or maybe he was so turned on because of it.
My hands still on his shoulders, I sucked in a deep breath and barely managed to string some words together. “You want to kiss him too,” I said to Paige in a rough voice.
Given her heightened color, the rapid rising and falling of her chest, the pressing together of her thighs, I already knew her answer. Still, I needed her to say it.
She bit her lip. “I-I do.”
Taking a few backward steps, I swung a hand between the two of them. “Then have at it.” Doing nothing to hide my actions, I adjusted myself and gave them a pained grin. “I’m going to go to the hotel bar for a bit. Give you both some privacy.”
“No, stay.” Carter jumped up and grabbed my wrist. He whispered next to my ear so only I would hear, “It’s always been the two of us when a woman is involved. I’d… uh…” He looked into my eyes. “I’d feel like I was cheating.”
Damn, this was not what I wanted, but how could I make them understand? “I think you two need to get to know each other better,” I hedged.
“Sure, but first let’s get to know each other together,” Carter said.
“Please,” Paige added, her eyes rounded and worried.
I took in their mutual discomfort with the idea of being left alone. Their connection to me left them feeling like they were doing something wrong by being together. Maybe my presence was exactly what was needed to break the ice. I had to show them that it was okay. That I wanted them to touch, to kiss. And most importantly, that I wouldn’t feel left out when Carter and Paige were together. “Okay,” I said. We’d take this one step at a time.
“So,” she said, folding her hands in her lap. The whiteness of her knuckles betrayed her nervousness. “Where do we go from here?”
Giving him a sidelong glance, I caught Carter’s attention.
He blinked.
I nodded.
Carter grinned and put his arm around Paige’s shoulders, pulling her against his chest. “I think we were right about here... weren’t we?”
Smiling, she touched his cheek, her fingers sliding down to rest on his lips. “Yes,” she breathed.
It was sexy and beautiful. God, I’d missed this. I watched avidly as Carter pressed his mouth to Paige’s, as he gently swiped his tongue along her lips until she gasped with pleasure and opened for him. I knew exactly how that felt: like heaven.
When he released her mouth to nibble at her neck, Paige looked at me and smiled. Arousal tightened like a knot in my belly. She was so gorgeous. They both were, and at least for the time being, they were mine.
I sat next to Paige, sandwiching her between Carter and me. While Carter alternated between kissing her mouth and torturing her neck, I untucked Paige’s blouse and snuck my hands under the silky material, gliding upward until I found my prize: her glorious breasts. She moaned and arched against me, laying her head on my shoulder. Carter raised his eyes to look at me and there was so much love and desire in those deep blue pools. Lust burned brightly in them, surely a perfect echo of my own. I smiled and mouthed, “I love you.”
Carter grinned, then ducked his head to lick the nipple I had exposed. I loved when we worked together as a team to bring pleasure to a woman. It was especially sweet this time... because it was Paige. A woman we both liked and admired. A woman we both wanted more from.
My fingers on the buttons of her blouse, I whispered in Paige’s ear, “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” she said on a moan. “Oh yes.”
Chuckling, I finished unbuttoning it and slowly slid the blouse off her shoulder and went to work on her bra, a delicate pink thing. A quick twist of my fingers and off it went too. Carter grunted his disapproval at having to release his treat, then dove back in as soon as the offending lace was removed. Paige laughed softly.
“That’s our Carter,” I said. “A boob man all the way.”
“And you, Riley?” Paige asked, twisting her head to see me better. “What kind of a man are you?”
In response, I slid my hand down her thigh until I reached the hem of her skirt. Keeping my eyes on hers, I inched it up to her waist. Not appreciating the interfering material, Carter quickly undid the button and zipper at the small of her back and drew it down her legs, then tossed it to the coffee table. “That’s better.”
I had to agree. I moved my hand to her inner thigh, lightly swirling my fingertips over the soft pale skin, zeroing in on the object of my attention. Once again, I caught Carter’s eye. He winked and worked his way down her body, nibbling, sucking, kissing, while his hands continued to toy with her ruched nipples.
Paige’s eyes were closed, her fists clenched by her sides.
With my free hand, I brushed Paige’s hair off her face. I pressed my cheek to hers. “Open your eyes, sweetheart.”
When she complied, I drew her attention to Carter. “I love how he looks there, kneeling on the floor between your legs.”
Her pink tongue snuck out and licked her bottom lip. I was sure she didn’t even realize she’d done it, and that made it all the more sexy.
“Tell him what you want,” I ordered.
She closed her eyes and shook her head, rolling it from side to side. “I-I can’t.”
My heart stuttered, stopped. My gut knotted. Similarly, Carter froze and searched her face. “You can’t what? Open your eyes, Paige. Look at me. Look at Carter. We’re here for you. Whatever you want.”
She swallowed, her slim neck working as she struggled with her words. “I can’t say it.”
“Do you want us to stop?”
“No!” Her shout reverberated off the walls.
Oh, thank you, God.
Carter’s chest emptied of air, and he rested his head on her thighs. “Jeezum Crow, woman.”
A tiny smile graced her face. “Sorry?”
I chuckled. “It’s Vermont-ese for Jesus Christ. You flatlanders don’t understand.”
“Flatlander? Is that like outlander?”
Carter broke in with a growl. “Something like that. Now let’s get back to the program.” He tore Paige’s panties off and threw them onto the table to land on her blouse and skirt. “You still haven’t told me what you want me to do. But don’t worry, I know exactly what you want.”
“Oh, you do, do you?”
My heart swelled hearing their playful taunting. I had a sense of what Paige really wanted, but that wasn’t going to happen tonight. No, as I’d told her, tonight was about her. About her pleasure.
Carter nodded and parted her thighs. He dipped his head and took one long lick from her opening to her clit. She gasped, moaned, and arched. “Oh Carter.” Her hands went to his head, kneading and tugging on his hair even as she pushed him more firmly against her.
Unfortunately, for
me, I couldn’t see anything anymore. But I still could touch. Trailing my hand down her hair, I brushed lightly along her skin, making her shiver. “How does it feel, Paige? Do you like having his mouth on you?”
“It feels...” She gasped and her hips bucked. “So, so good.”
I cupped her breasts and pinched the nipples. “Do you like this?”
“Yes, harder.”
Licking the side of her neck, I complied. “You’re so beautiful like this. Laid out for our pleasure.” I bit her softly. Her moans and the sounds of Carter licking at her pussy were driving me crazy. I skimmed the fingers of my right hand down the center of her body until I reached my goal. Understanding immediately, Carter cleared the way by moving his mouth lower, spearing into her with his pointed tongue.
I slicked my finger in her juices, rubbing over her clit and along the sides of her interior lips. The sensitive skin was smooth and wet. Her thighs trembled and bumped on either side of Carter’s head. I suspected she was doing that on purpose to feel his soft hair on her heated flesh. After all, that was what I always did.
I increased the pressure of my finger and the speed of the circles I was rubbing on and around her clit. Catching on, Carter did the same, thrusting his tongue into her like he would his cock. Oh, I couldn’t wait for Paige to be ready for that. I loved watching Carter fuck almost as much as I loved having him fuck me. My cock leaked pre-cum as I pressed myself, fully clothed, against Paige’s back. I loved the feel of her in my arms, her warmth, her softness. The only thing that would make this moment more perfect was if I could sink into her, balls deep. But that would be for another day.
Today, tonight, was for her and her alone. I needed her to know how important she was. That this wasn’t just a kink I shared with Carter. That she wasn’t just another warm body in our bed, or in this case, on our couch. She was a part of us. Integral to our pleasure. At least for the duration of this trip. After that, would we have to give her up? My belly flipped at the thought.
Glancing at her face, I saw she was there, balancing on the precipice. I’d get her over. I waited for the perfect moment, and when Carter swirled his tongue at her entrance then penetrated her deeply, I used a finger to pull back the hood of her clit and rubbed it, exactly the way I knew she loved.
She screamed, pushed her head against me and gripped Carter’s hair, squeezing his head between her thighs. Her body shook. She squirmed and arched, then trembled through the aftershocks.
After a few moments, she chuckled softly and grinned. “Holy moly.”
I removed my finger to let Carter give it a swipe of his tongue. She shivered and laughed, pushing his head away. “Stop, oh God. Stop.”
Wearing a big grin, Carter sat up on the couch. His gaze traveled up her sated body to her face. “I take it you enjoyed yourself.”
Her cheeks pinkened. “I can’t imagine how it gets any better.”
I wrapped my arms around her waist. “Did that answer your question about the kind of man I am?”
Turning her head to look up at me, she frowned. “But Carter did it while you played with my breasts... well, until you were both....” She turned her head as though too shy to look at me as she spoke, only to end up looking at Carter.
He grinned at her. “Riley and I know what we each like and it pleases us to do that for each other.” When she frowned, he rubbed his jaw. “Yeah, I’m not explaining this well. Riley?”
“Hmm... let me see if I can do a better job.” Taking her by the hips, I shifted her so her back was no longer to me. I missed the heat of her body, but loved the light in her eyes. “Carter loves me, and he loves breasts. Which means he loves watching me—”
“Play with breasts,” Paige finished, understanding dawning on her pretty face.
Carter laughed. “It’s like a two for one.”
I settled against the back of the couch, my chest full with all that had happened that evening and with all that could happen in the coming days. It felt like Christmas in July.
CARTER
“Wow,” I said, shaking my head. “That happened.” Our first time with Paige had gone even better than I’d expected. She was both innocence and seduction, all wrapped up in one enticing package. I could see why Riley was so intrigued by her; I was too. I plopped down onto the couch as the door closed behind her.
Riley sauntered into full view. Seeing him rubbing his crotch, my eyes bulged. The thin material of his trousers perfectly outlined his erection. I swallowed hard. “Looks like you’ve got a problem there.”
“Yep. A big one.”
He continued walking toward me, tugging the tails of his shirt out of his pants. His fingers worked to undo the long line of buttons on his shirt. My mouth watered more with every additional inch of flesh that was revealed. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
The shirt hit the floor and Riley went to work on the button and zipper of his pants. My breath caught at Riley’s teasing dance. His hips swayed, and he turned around coquettishly while flashing me the dimples at the base of his spine. My hands tightened into fists when he lowered his trunks to expose one fleshy cheek.
He winked at me over his shoulder. “You gonna get undressed, handsome?”
“Shouldn’t we talk about what just happened with Paige?”
“Later. Right now, I’m horny as fuck, and I know you are too.”
“No argument there.” Jumping to my feet, I reached a hand down the middle of my back, grabbed the T-shirt and whipped it off. Then I quickly unsnapped and unzipped my jeans, wiggling and shimmying my hips, as I shoved them down my legs where they bunched around my ankles. “Shit.” I’d forgotten to remove my sneakers. Quickly, I toed them off, then hopped around on one foot then the other as I tugged my jeans and boxers off.
When I was finally undressed, I returned my attention to Riley, who stood looking at me, in all his naked glory. Humor lit his eyes as his lips broke into a wide smile.
“Not too graceful, was it?” I asked.
“But oh-so-enthusiastic!” He pointed at the couch. “Now sit.”
“Woof,” I barked as I obeyed.
Riley stroked his thick cock. “Ready?”
“I’ve been fucking ready all evening.” I was on the verge of a medically-critical case of blue balls. Riley and Paige had seen to that. I reached down to jerk my own aching cock. “What are you going to do about it?
“Hmm... let’s see,” he said, right before he launched himself onto the couch and onto me. I barely had time to spread my arms wide before his gorgeous ass landed on my lap. Riley’s strong thighs encased mine as he straddled me and perched right above the head of my cock. He flicked his hand up. Between two fingers, he held a condom packet.
I took it from him and in two seconds was covering my dick. Even the light touch of my own hands was making me tremble. I licked my lips in anticipation. “I need you, Rye.”
“I know.” He placed his hands on my shoulders and kissed me tenderly. Deeply.
Unable to wait any longer, I moved one hand to his ass. “I have to prepare you.”
He shook his head. “All taken care off.” And with no further ceremony, he sank down onto my cock.
“Oh Jesus. Fuck,” I cried out as my dick was encased in Riley’s heat.
His long answering groan of pleasure twisted my heart. I wrapped my arms around my boyfriend, tugging his head down until our lips met.
Moaning, he whispered against my mouth. “I can taste her on you.”
He delved in again. Our tongues danced around each other in an openmouthed kiss, similar to the one we’d shared in front of Paige. One I hoped to someday share with her.
Is that what Riley wanted too? Would he have preferred for Paige to be with us right now? Was he just slaking a need?
“Hey,” he whispered. “Where’d you go?”
Embarrassed by my own traitorous thoughts, I averted my gaze.
But Riley was having none of it. He gripped the sides of my head and forced me back. “Look at me, bab
e. What’s going on?”
“Do you really want me, or are you horny because of what we did with Paige?”
He rocked his hips, which lowered him even farther onto my cock. We both gasped at the incredibly deep penetration. “Paige can’t do this to me, can she?”
The continued rolling of his hips, the sensuous and sinuous motions, were clouding my brain. “So, you’re saying you just want to be fucked?”
“No.” Riley swiped his tongue over my lips, then nipped along my jawline. I squirmed under the torturous onslaught. “I want to make love to you.” He raised his head and looked deep into my eyes. “You, Carter. The man I love.”
“You wouldn’t rather be with her right now?”
He shook his head. “It’s not a question of rather or not. Of course, I can’t wait to have sex with her again. Both with you and without you. Just like I want us to all have sex together. But right now, I’m very happy”—he rocked his hips as though punctuating his words—“to be with you.” His voice lowered and grew raspy. “Remember what I said on the bus? I’m going to ride you until we both scream.”
I wanted that. That and so much more. Was this really happening? Was Riley really as committed to our relationship as I was? I’d certainly had reason to doubt his profession of love, especially given that Paige was on the scene, but with every passing minute, I believed him more and more. He seemed transformed. Like a happier, more self-assured version of the Riley I’d known and fallen in love with. Was this Paige’s doing?
I ran my hands over his back, pressing into the muscles and smoothing over the knobs of his spine. Riley watched me with a heated gaze, filled with lust and love, and my heart soared. No, this wasn’t only about Paige. But she was definitely a part of it.
With my hands on his hips, I arched my back, keeping the man suspended, impaled on my cock. “You’re so beautiful.” Swinging back, I thrust up again. He matched me move for move, and in mere minutes, Riley got his wish. We were both screaming as our mutual climaxes hit.