All Together Now

by Madelynne Ellis, Fleur T. Reid, Nan Comargue, Shannon Peters, Morticia Knight, Jordyn Mckenzie

  A moment later, Adam spread his fingers wide across the back of Elliot’s head, holding him still. Their gazes locked, lips slowly parted. “Are you going to turn the dead lock or am I? Unless you prefer to leave it so that she can walk in and see how much of a pervert you are?”

  “I’m not.”

  “Sure you are, with your button-down collar and your pin-stripes. You’ve turned into a corporate whore. Doesn’t mean I can’t still see what’s underneath. I bet you’ve done her a few times on the office desk, and had a few burns off the office carpet. Does she like to watch you fuck her? She seems the sort to like some good visuals.”

  “Adam, lay off talking about her.”

  “Make you nervous, does it?” Adam backed Elliot fully up against the wall to the left of the wardrobe and smacked a kiss upon his lips. “I think this might be a little game you’re playing with me. You know I never could resist a bit of dress-up and a challenge.”

  “It’s not a game.”

  “Isn’t it? Okay. Well, if it’s not a game and it’s not an invitation, what is it?” Adam’s gaze strayed over to the wardrobe. Elliot’s followed. It was as if they could see straight through the doors and knew she was there. Maybe they did. Maybe this to and fro protest routine was purely for show. “You didn’t entice me up here for a coffee. I think we both know you’re after something more physical than a quaint chat.” Adam delivered another lip-smacking kiss.

  From anyone else that sort of show would have made Becca cringe, but from him it was knicker-meltingly hot. Do it again. Do it again quickly, became her silent refrain. There was something intrinsically wicked in the way Adam kissed, perhaps because he came close enough to suggest fulfilment, but never quite delivered on the promise. The tip of his tongue traced the shell of her lover’s ear, an act that sent a tickle of warmth through her body as though it were her ear he was violating. It seemed to do much the same for Elliot.

  “We so can’t do this, man,” he protested, even as his lips opened, searching for a kiss.

  “What can’t we do?” Adam nipped along the line of Elliot’s jaw. “Do you mean this?” He pushed his leg between Elliot’s parted thighs. “We can’t do this? That’s a shame because I guess it means we can’t do this, either.” He slid his hand between their bodies to where their hips were pressed together, and encompassed Elliot’s cock. She’d seen him work his wrist before. Recalled the pinch he’d made with his index finger and thumb that had heated things up so fast. The press of their bodies didn’t afford her that detail now, but her imagination filled in the blank.

  “Tell me—is she any good at sucking cock? I know how much you love getting off like that.” Adam’s constant references to her were a little disquieting. It made her wonder if he was curious or deliberately baiting her. Maybe he really did know that she was watching. In some ways it would’ve made it simpler if he did. There was no cause to agonise about acting without consent. He would have been able to walk away if he didn’t want her eyeballing him.

  Lord, he really was something to behold. She scrutinised every inch of him as he nuzzled down the front of Elliot’s shirt. Adam was tall, but he was more fey warrior than broad. That sheet of black hair perfectly offset his angular features and made the blue of his eyes all the more striking. His ears held numerous piercings that he’d obviously removed the day before, while a tattoo of a devil with a truly impressive cock-stand graced his upper arm. He was the perfect antithesis of Elliot, who was always clean-cut and perfectly turned out in his corporate wear, even on days like today when there was no need to dress overly smart.

  Adam fell on to his knees, where he made short work of her husband’s belt and fastenings, then tugged the whole caboodle of trousers and shorts down in one swift tug.

  Elliot’s cock stood every bit as taut and proud as it had done the night before when she’d rubbed up and down his length with the lips of her slit. Adam wrapped his palm around the base before making a slow circle of the tip with his tongue. The action drained away the last of Elliot’s supposed resistance. He slumped against the wall, so that he stood in profile to the wardrobe. One hand rested on the top of Adam’s head, gently guiding him into place as he opened his mouth and began a steady twist and suck routine.

  Becca watched, mesmerised. Her attention was as much on Adam as it was on Elliot and his mounting groans. Together they were one of the hottest—no, the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

  It started with a wiggle, just rubbing her legs together so that her pussy lips provided a bit of friction to her needy clit. Then, before long, she was pushing her hand inside her pants and relieving that ache with the brush of her fingertips. Her body welcomed the strokes, while her gaze remained fastened upon the men. The softness of her folds seemed in terrible contrast to the rising tension in her limbs. She strained, seeking the perfect spot, the correct angle. Her forehead brushed lightly against the wardrobe door, almost forcing it open. Becca pulled back just as the magnetic latch started to give, allowing it to snap back into place.

  Luckily, the men were too engrossed in one another to have noticed her mistake. Adam sat back on his haunches. He looked up at Elliot with a mesmerising grin. It wasn’t a pleasant, ‘Come hither, you lucky, lucky thing’ sort of grin, not even a charming one. Rather, it was raw and dirty. It twisted up his face into a mask of feral longing. Said, ‘I’m going to fuck you and I’m going to do it good. You’re going to scream and moan and lose yourself in the beauty of it. I’m going to blow your mind. You’ll look back on this in years to come and the sheer nostalgia of it will make you preen’.

  She’d never had a man look at her like that. Maybe she hadn’t attracted anyone like Adam. Maybe men only looked that way at one another. Either way, she bought into the promise wholeheartedly.

  Adam rolled himself up off his knees to stand before Elliot with a swagger. He didn’t say a word, just turned and looked straight at the bed.

  “Still doesn’t seem right, man.”

  Adam sliced his head over to the right.

  God damn it! Elliot was still protesting. She wished he’d shut up with the whine and enjoy the present being offered to him. She would, if Adam were standing before her hinting they should get up on the bed. He was, after all, one prime package of raw manliness. Not that Elliot was any sort of wuss, but hell. “Just do it, will you,” she whispered.

  Maybe she’d spoken a little loudly, for Adam twisted his head to glance at the wardrobe again. He winked.

  Good God! Had he just winked conspiratorially at her?

  He knew she was there.

  Knew it and was going to get rampant with Elliot regardless—or maybe because he intended for her to see the performance? What sort of conversation had the men had downstairs? Had it really been as simplistic as the one that had run through her head? That began with Elliot saying, ‘She saw us’?

  ‘Yeah’.

  ‘She wants to watch’.

  ‘Does she?’

  ‘Yeah’.

  ‘So, let’s fuck’.

  Adam led Elliot by the hand. She’d never seen men hold hands in that way, fingers curled around each other’s palms, betraying the affection and regard they held for one another right alongside their mounting lust. It wasn’t about comfort. That grip was about power. In this case, Adam’s power over her lover. He damn near threw Elliot down upon the bed and spread his legs.

  They were going to do it face to face.

  That seemed more romantic, somehow. It was certainly more personal. There was no opportunity to pretend something else was happening. No way to hide by pressing your face into the pillow or burrowing into the eiderdown. It was straightforward, raw reality. Off came the rest of Elliot’s clothes. Adam shrugged off his jacket, but nothing else. He made short work of his fly. Becca held her breath, waiting for the first glimpse of his cock. It rose from between the metal teeth of his parted zip like a white sabre, steely and slightly curved back upon itself, and long like its owner. He paused long enough to roll a c
ondom down the shaft. Bastard had even come prepared with a bottle of lube. She watched him squirt and slick up, while her fingers slipped inside her own sopping sheath.

  Fuck! They were really going to do it. She’d wanted it, but in a moment it would be real. And she was spying, the thing her mum had always told her was so terribly wrong.

  She was spying on her husband who was about to be fucked by a man.

  Hell, if even the notion running through her head didn’t turn her on.

  Adam lined up and pressed. There wasn’t much of a preamble. She supposed there wasn’t a need. They were both desperate in their lust. Elliot was just as eager as the man he was allowing to prick him, despite all his earlier protests. She knew him, recognised all the telling signs of his arousal. He opened his mouth on a silent cry and arched his back as Adam pulled him on to his dick.

  Joined, they were so much more than two men locked together. Sinews and muscles pulled and danced. Breaths became gasps, then cries of fury. They didn’t scratch at one another. They tore like demons. Bucked and cleaved. Strained and claimed.

  And Becca… Becca held on to her sanity by a thread. Her fingers furiously mashed her clit until she was seeing angels. Coming wasn’t quiet. She let out one strangled gasp after another. They’d heard her, both of them. Two heads turned towards the wardrobe, waiting for her to appear while they kept on fucking. She guessed the fact that they didn’t immediately leap apart told her what she’d suspected from the start—that they’d known that she was there. This had been a performance.

  Performance or otherwise, they rode it right to the end, until they were wrung out and damp with sweat and semen. Elliot lay with his seed in a puddle upon his stomach, having come with Adam’s fist wrapped around his cock.

  Chapter Four

  Becca sagged into the corner of the wardrobe, limbs no longer strong enough to hold her. She didn’t see them disentangle, only heard their groans. It was Adam who opened the door. He hunched down right in front of her. “Becca,” he held out a hand.

  She offered hers on instinct, only to try to jerk it back before he took it. Her fingers were still shiny with her dew and tainted with the pungent smell of her arousal. His had been all over her lover’s arse.

  Adam caught her by the wrist and sucked those two fingers deep into his mouth. “Was it everything you wanted?” He asked when he released her.

  Becca shot a wary glance over to Elliot on the bed. He was sprawled widthways across it, his chin resting on his palms, his elbows propped against the very edge. “Don’t bait her, Adam. She’s never asked me for anything like this before. Give her some time to adjust.”

  “I’m not baiting anyone, just enquiring if it was enough.” He looked down at her. His lips were plump from kissing and he smiled with a warmth that came from his eyes. “Did I do myself proud? I’d hate to think I disappointed you when you were so kind as to loan me my old playmate.”

  “Were you lovers?” she asked. She suspected Adam’s response would be a lot more straightforward than Elliot’s.

  He shrugged. “What does that mean?”

  “In a relationship?”

  He shrugged again, which drew attention to how broad and solid his shoulders were and how wrong she’d been about straightforward answers. “We fucked. It passed time. It made us happy. We didn’t date. Is that what you wanted to know?”

  Becca gave him an abrupt nod.

  He offered her a hand to help her up out of the wardrobe. This time she accepted more graciously.

  The ironing board wedged in beside the mini safe rattled as she stood. Only once she was standing, and he had her hand pressed to his lips as though giving her some sort of salute, did she realise he’d not finished playing with her yet. “Do you want to fuck, Mrs Caine?” Just like that, as if he could smell her continued arousal and that she wasn’t satisfied yet.

  Becca’s free hand immediately came to her waist, where the buttons of her fly were still undone. “Who? You?” she blurted.

  Adam laughed in a way that made a purr of his mirth. “If you like.” His brows twitched upwards into a suggestive arch. “Though I was actually thinking you might want some time with your husband.” He grinned. “I’m not knocking it if you don’t want me to slope off. I don’t mind watching or climbing up there so you can have us both.”

  “Bec, he’s being mean. Don’t toy with her, Adam.”

  “Who’s toying?”

  She could barely make sense of their words. This was meant to be about her watching them. It wasn’t supposed to become anything more involving. Leastways, it wasn’t supposed to involve her, but, with six foot of raw sex appeal stood before her, temptation was rife.

  Lie between them and make love! Not just watch, but be part of whatever relationship it was that they had. She still wasn’t entirely sure what sort of relationship that was. They seemed incredibly comfortable with one another, considering they’d supposedly been apart for so long. And yes, they’d just fucked, but clearly neither of them was exclusive in their preference for their own sex.

  Elliot beckoned her over to him. He grasped her hand and tugged her down onto the bed beside him. “Are you all right? You look a little fazed. Was it what you wanted? I wouldn’t have done it, but you seemed so sure, so insistent. You’re not regretting it, are you?”

  “Does he mean it?” she asked, cutting off Elliot’s worry before it reached hyperbole. He sat up at once and pulled her tight against his body. His skin was damp and warm. He held her close, with her back pressed to his chest, so that she was looking across the room at Adam’s naked back. Despite an obvious attempt at giving them some private time, Adam was very much present. His arse, displayed to ridiculous perfection in his black leathers, was firm but not too iron-like and with just enough curve to really dig your nails into. Was there even a question over whether she longed to? No, the bigger question was whether it was right.

  Married people didn’t swing like this. At least, none of the ones she knew, or maybe they did but kept it to themselves.

  “Did he mean it?” she repeated.

  Elliot turned her head so that they were looking at one another. His expression was sober, but not overly concerned. “What would you say if he did?”

  Becca bit her lower lip. “I don’t know. What would you say?”

  Adam shot a glance at them from over his shoulder, making it obvious that he was following every word. Lord, what sort of discussion had the two men had before they’d come up here? The prospect of her joining in had never been part of the original plan. Then again, how much had actually been discussed? And why shouldn’t things progress in that direction? She’d watched them together; joining in was the logical next step.

  Well, assuming Adam wasn’t gay.

  She didn’t think Adam was gay, though, because, if he was, he wouldn’t have propositioned her, right?

  “If I said yes, would that be a problem?”

  Elliot nuzzled up against her head. “Depends what you want to do with him. I think I might have a hard time sitting back and watching you with him like you’ve just done, but sharing could be fun.”

  Yes, she’d like that. It was something new, and yet it’d be safe because Elliot was right there with her. They’d redefine their relationship; pour some of the spark from the early days back into it.

  “You’re not saying much,” Adam intruded on her thoughts.

  “Do you want this, Becca? Shall we let this rogue into our bed?”

  She did. She wanted this. What hot-blooded woman wouldn’t? Even though she knew it would change things. Their marriage wouldn’t be the same again, but it couldn’t have stayed the same anyway. She’d watched him being fucked by a man, and seeing that once had told her it was something she wanted to see again.

  If they were sharing Adam, that wouldn’t be a problem, right?

  Besides, this man formed part of Elliot’s past. It seemed she could learn a lot from him about who Elliot was and who he had been, though her fascination c
ertainly extended beyond that, too. Her attraction to him was more than interest in her husband’s past, it was physical; a gut-level sexual response to what she’d seen the men do. She wanted more. She wanted to be involved with that in more than a passive way. Her self-induced orgasm might have wrung her out, but it hadn’t satisfied her in the way a good fucking would.

  “I want it,” she said. “I want to share him with you.”

  “Yeah?” Elliot skimmed his palms over the top of her shoulders, and then scooped downwards towards her breasts. “How do you want to share him? Do you want him to touch you, or for us just to give pleasure to him?”

  She wanted all of it, every bit, and relished the thought of smoothing her hands over his skin and discovering every sensitive part of him. She’d trace his pulse points with her tongue, feather-dancing caresses over his leather-covered rear, push her hands inside his pants and explore the rock-solid length of his shaft. Maybe she’d welcome him inside her. Becca didn’t think too hard about that. Elliot had been the only man in her life for six years. The notion of opening herself up to another was both a delight and a terror.

  “How does it feel when his cock is inside you?” she asked Elliot. She’d seen his response, but wanted more detailed input than what she’d gathered and filtered through her senses.

  “How does it feel when I’m inside you?” He threw the question back at her.

  She felt many, many things. “Hot. Hard. Like I’m on fire and I’m filled with an ache that only you can satisfy. And like my nerves are singed and I can’t bear to move, but I can’t stop myself.”

  “Then imagine how it will feel with two of us loving you. Still ready to give it a try?” He cupped the swell of her breasts through her top and found her nipples already puckered up, eager for his touch. His pinches made her gasp. “Does that feel good?” He pulled her top off over her head, leaving her sitting in her bra and loosened pants. “Show her, Adam. Give her a taste of what she’s getting.”