by Gina Kincade
“How long have you been a couple?” These guys are seriously off-limits and somehow, I have to remember that. “You look very comfortable together.”
Teale raises a brow and exchanges a quick look with James before he answers for both of them. “We’re not exactly gay, Stacey.”
Wait, what? My heart skips a beat as the protection of them being lovers is stripped away.
“We live together, of course. Have done for...what? Nine or ten years now? Since I inherited the house from my grandmother in my late twenties.”
James nods and Teale continues. “We were already working together in the auto business, and it made sense to move the shop into the ready-made garage on the property. Used to be a stable block, a long time ago, so it didn’t take a lot of remodeling to make it work for us. We’re walking distance from Main Street so our customers can still get here easily, but now we save on rent.”
James pipes up. “Once we had the business re-established there, Teale was kind enough to invite me to live in, too. It made sense. We get on well. Always have, even back in high school.”
Best friends. Not lovers? “I’m sorry, I just assumed—”
“You’re not completely wrong, actually.” James tilts his head to study me, as if curious about my reaction. “We are lovers—occasionally—but more often it’ll be in a ménage arrangement with a woman we both like.”
“Oh!” There can be no doubting my reaction. My cheeks are so hot I must look like a pickled beetroot. Just like that, they’ve stripped away everything I thought I knew about myself and what I’m willing to accept in a relationship. My sex is aching and full at the discovery that these guys really do live outside the rules of convention. Threesomes. They like threesomes. “You mean...you sleep with the same woman...at the same time?”
“Does that shock you, Stacey?” Teale’s voice is gentle; slightly teasing.
I shrug and shake my head, trying to appear cool but knowing that he sees right through my guise. I’m not cool with this. I don’t understand the whole ménage thing. How do the participants not get jealous? How do they make sure everyone gets what they need, both physically and emotionally? How do they make sure nobody ends up feeling left out? Most importantly, how do they stop everyone else outside the relationship judging and looking down their noses because their sex life isn’t considered normal?
I don’t understand my own body’s intense reaction to the idea of sex with both Teale and James at the same time. I crave normal, especially after my experiences over the past couple of years. A threesome is not something I’m personally familiar with, or have ever sought out, and it’s certainly not something I’d ever consider the norm. Right now though, my traitorous clit swells and my cunt is damp as my mind floods with images of Teale, James, and now me in the mix too, rutting and pleasuring each other in combinations only limited by my imagination.
By the way, I have a vivid imagination.
Finally I manage to answer Teale. “No.” Liar. They don’t deserve that. I take a deep breath and try again. “Well, yes but...” I stop, completely confused by the strength of my physical craving. What will happen if I admit we’re on the same wavelength? Most likely something I’ll seriously regret tomorrow. But if I let these sexy men walk out of here, without being truthful about the need rising within me by the second, I think I might regret that even more.
What the heck? There’s no one who could possibly be hurt by my actions. Not anymore. My ex-husband lives in Perth, clear on the other side of Australia, and our twin boys are with him for now. They prefer his luxury beachside mansion to my rustic little cottage in the country and to be honest, who could blame them?
No one to know. No one to pass judgement, except the three of us right here in this room. My heart is thudding so hard it feels like it’s about to burst right through my ribcage. “I...I want...” They’re so patient with my fumbling hesitation, but even so I can’t quite bring myself to say it. My mind is humming with so many if’s, but’s, and maybe’s I can’t think straight at all. It’s like I was protected from my own imaginings when I thought these guys were a couple. Now that I know they’re seriously into sharing their women, there’s nothing between the decadence of my ménage fantasies and the possibility of making it real.
Nothing, other than the very narrow divide of this sturdy kitchen bench. I swallow hard, and allow James to remove the bottle of beer from my suddenly nerveless fingers.
“We want you, Stacey.” James’s voice is soft, but I hear the thrum of need running beneath the words. It ramps up my own desire a thousand times over. My clit heads past a dull ache into full-on throbbing, and my throat is tight as I swallow again, trying to hold in the moan that wants to escape.
Teale stands and moves around the bench until he’s directly behind me. His light breath warms the back of my neck and his firm body molds around mine from the rear. He has a hard-on. An unmistakable, very big hard-on that is clearly straining for release from those jeans. “We want you a lot,” he says, confirming the comment from James.
No kidding.
Teale splays his hands on the bench, one each side of me, and just like that I’m imprisoned in a human cage. He shifts, leaning down to whisper further words in my ear. His breath tickles, sending shivers right through my body. “We won’t do anything unless you want this too, Stacey. Do you? Want this?” He thrusts with his pelvis, crushing my mound into the edge of the bench. My breath hisses out at the decadent sensation. Pain, and pleasure. “You’re gonna have to admit it, gorgeous. Out loud.”
I don’t know these men; have never met them officially before tonight, and logic tells me I should be terrified of this situation and ask them to leave my home. But I don’t want to let them go. I want to feel desirable again, to someone. And these two men are making it abundantly clear that in this situation, both of them desire me. I want to remember what it feels like to be loved. I want sex, damn it, for the first time in far too long.
And if the men in question are as sexy as Teale and James, I want this with every fiber of my being.
I look up and James is watching for my reaction. The rampant need in his eyes flares even brighter when he reads my affirmative response. He’s already standing up when I shift awkwardly in the cocoon of Teale’s arms, turning to face him. Teale’s cock presses directly against my clit.
Oh mama. That feels so fucking good. “Yes.” Time for truth. “I do want this, Teale. I want you and James right here, right now. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything in my life.”
Chapter Four
James
The second I receive Stacey’s unspoken permission I’m out of my seat like a jackrabbit with a terrier on its tail, even before she says out loud what I’ve already seen in her eyes. I can’t reach her fast enough. Can’t even wait to get around the bench. Instead, I lean forward over the tiled counter top and slide my hands under her armpits to lift her up and onto the hard surface. I try to be gentle, but I’m trembling from the depth of my need and it’s difficult to hold onto control. Teale’s still joined with her, cock to cunt, with only the thin layers of their clothing keeping them from consummating the connection. My breath is rapid and my heart is pounding in my chest. I don’t remember ever feeling this level of anticipation in the past.
I urge her backward until she’s lying face up with her sexy-as-fuck legs wrapped tight around Teale’s already thrusting hips. He moves with her, his hard-on positioned perfectly right there at the heart of her pussy mound. When he raises his head to look straight at me, just for a second or two, I can tell he’s as eager as me to pleasure this beautiful woman splayed out between us. This close the green of his eyes is almost emerald. No grey left at all in that penetrating stare. They only turn that rich bright color when he’s in the midst of intense emotion. We share a quick grin, a tacit acknowledgement that we each recognize the need of the other, and then I focus once again on Stacey. Her wide mouth is parted and her expression slightly startled, but the desire
I saw in her eyes hasn’t waned. If anything, it ramped up even more.
I run my thumb down the side of one cheek and around her jawline, enjoying the softness and heat of her skin. She has a nice, sort of heart-shaped jawline that suits her tiny build. Her hair splays out across the bench surface in a tangled light brown mess. When I sink my fingers into it, a subtle perfume is released into the air and I bend my head to take in the scent. Delicious. Her face in the middle is delicate-looking, her lush lips curved into a timid and enticing smile. She reaches up a hand and cups my cheek.
“Did you guys somehow read my mind?” Her voice is husky, so soft that I have to lean in even closer to hear her, and as I do the tip of her tongue flicks out to moisten those lips. I can’t deny their sensual call any longer, and I kiss her despite the awkward upside-down positioning of our mouths. As soon as I do, I’m gone.
My God, this kiss. When our mouths connect, a spike of fire shoots straight to my groin. My cock was already halfway to heaven, but now I’m about to burst at the seams. My jeans, which were admittedly snug a minute or two ago, are so restricting it’s painful. I’ve rarely kissed anyone upside-down like this, and it feels weird and far sexier than I was expecting. We tease at first, in a delicate dance of lips and tongues and teeth, parting and reconnecting as we begin to learn each other. She’s good at this, if a bit hesitant at first, but as our kiss goes on, something in the connection changes and I feel her confidence grow. My tongue dips in and out, meeting hers in a sensual caress that draws us in even further. A tiny moan, almost a whimper, erupts from her throat directly into mine, and then she opens her mouth fully to let me in. I drink in her gorgeous essence. Her scent, her texture, her taste.
Stacey. You taste so fucking good. You feel so fucking good.
I’m drowning in this experience. I can’t think; can only taste. Can only feel. I’m lost in the depths of an incredible kiss. Lost in the gentle swell of her breasts beneath my exploring hands. Lost in the tiny moans and groans and the tremors that shake her body beneath my touch. I completely forget Teale, until strong fingers slide into my hair and pull. Hard.
Fuck. How is that possible? I’ve never forgotten Teale before, no matter who we’re with. He and I take our enjoyment with whoever happens to be on hand and yet always, we remain a team of two with a temporary third allowed in to the mix. Stacey’s earlier assumption about us as a couple is at least partially correct. Only this time it’s different. So different. This time Stacey is firmly at the center and there’s no question that this is an equal threesome. This time it feels like a proper ménage a trois. Maybe for the first time ever.
Teale tugs again at a hunk of my hair, using more force than is needed to pull my head up and away from our woman. He’s pissed. He knows I forgot him and he doesn’t like it. He leans forward over Stacey and kisses me, brief and hard. It’s a vigorous reminder of his presence in a way I can’t ignore, his kiss overlaying the subtler presence of Stacey, until my lips throb from their combined attention and my cock is so hard and hot I’m ready to blow.
Once Teale has made his point with me, he swoops down to take my place with Stacey, claiming her lips with a kiss that looks every bit as sexy as mine felt. A flare of jealousy shards my chest, especially when her arms twine up around his neck and they’re completely connected from lips to hips. He’s still thrusting, the movement sending her sliding back and forth across the counter top, and those moans coming from Stacey confirm how much she’s enjoying it.
From one moment to the next I’m out of the loop, a superfluous third wheel, and the flicker of hurt puzzles me. We do this all the time, Teale and I, sharing the same woman. It’s our thing. Makes everything that little bit more exciting. We’ve done it since our last year of high school when a drunken night out resulted in our first time together sexually and we finally understood what being bisexual meant. Within weeks we both developed a crush on the same older woman, and from the moment we took her, together, we haven’t looked back. Us against the world. Together forever.
I’ve never felt like this before, as if there’s an emotional connection with Stacey beyond the physical, and if I can’t be an equal part of it with Teale I’m going to be left behind. Confusion builds, and I don’t know what to do. They’re really going at it. Stacey’s legs are wrapped so tight around Teale’s hips that, despite the protection of clothing, they already look like they’re physically joined. He’s pounding into her, at first slow and steady and then increasingly more frenzied.
I want that prime position between her legs. I want to feel that rhythmic pressure and squeeze against my cock. I want to take it all the way, driving deep into her channel to feel the tight pull as her vaginal muscles milk me for everything I have. Jesus. I have to fuck this woman before I explode in my trousers.
I ready myself to return Teale’s favor and yank his head up and away from her, when one of her arms unravels from around his neck and flutters up toward me. Her hand flaps blindly, clearly in a search for mine, and I grip her tightly, lacing our fingers together. She wants me too. Just like that, I’m no longer on the out and my heart skips a beat and resumes extra fast at the anticipation of what is about to occur.
Teale breaks off their kiss and scoots down her body, until his mouth is positioned right at the juncture of her thighs. I’ve experienced that hot breath on my dick and I know what it probably feels like for her right now, even through the fabric of her jeans. Her lips are swollen from kissing both of us and she’s panting hard as if she’s been running. When he drops a kiss onto her mound, using his teeth in a scraping bite across the denim, there’s no doubting whether or not she can feel it. Her back arches off the bench and she lets out another of those mewling sounds. It sends a signal straight to my cock.
I want this woman so bad.
Teale unzips her jeans and begins to shimmy them down over her hips, so I follow his lead and do the same with her top. It’s pretty. Black and white with little red flowers scattered across it, and briefly I wonder where she went tonight, before her car broke down. A date? If so, why did he leave her to get home alone?
The thought dissipates into nothing as her top comes off. Holy shit, but she has beautiful skin. It’s smooth and pale, dotted here and there with tiny freckles, and against that lacy black bra and panties she looks good enough to eat. Thank fuck her bra unfastens at the front. My fingers are too unsteady to deal with anything complicated. I unsnick the hook and slide that off too, just as Teale rips her panties down her legs, and then she’s lying naked across the counter top with arms and legs akimbo. Her erect pink nipples, enticing curves and that moist slit between her legs add fuel to my already out of control fire.
She lays there. Trembling. Waiting. Silently begging for whatever we choose to do next.
Chapter Five
Teale
She’s so fucking gorgeous. Now that she’s naked I can’t stop looking at her. Her skin’s so pale, dusted here and there with a few stray freckles, and her curves are subtle, matching her pint-sized build perfectly. Not a big-breasted woman, which is fine by me, because right now I have my mouth between her legs and all I want to do is taste her beautiful cunt.
There’s a subtle scent that fills my nostrils, a little like lemon and the freshness of eucalyptus leaves. Reminds me of the Australian outdoors. Maybe it’s one of the lotions she makes for her online store? Whatever it is, the fragrance is so delicious it entices me like no other scent I’ve ever known. Her pussy is hairless and I’m grateful as it gives me a better view of her seam and all it contains. Her slit is shiny with moisture and I haven’t even started, yet. I use my tongue to trace up one fleshy lip and down the other side. Tiny goose bumps form in the wake of my tongue’s journey, and I thank fuck she’s a modern woman who likes to remove most of her bush. Makes it so much easier to tease at her clit and her channel entrance until she makes that debauched moaning sound and sends my own erection into overdrive.
I blow on her clit, circling the prominent rosy butto
n with my finger tip but not quite touching it. She arches into my hand as if straining for more. A keening sound surrounds us and for a moment I’m distracted. Is that James? I was nasty to him before, cutting him out like that, but the flare of jealousy that pierced my chest when I saw how much she enjoyed his kiss was mind-blowing. I wanted in on that. I wanted to remind them both that I’m here too. I’ll make it up to you soon, James. I promise.
Then I realize it isn’t James but Stacey making that inhuman noise. She’s contorting her body in an attempt to reach my hand or mouth. I relent and allow my thumb to graze lightly across her clit. Her violent shudder galvanizes me into action and I connect with her wet seam in an intimate kiss, licking and sucking and tasting. Her flavor is every bit as delicious as its promise. I find her vaginal entrance and plunge my tongue deep inside before sliding back out and up to reclaim her clit. Unlike most women I’ve been with, she has a bud that protrudes beyond her pussy lips, and I love that I can suck the whole thing right in to my mouth, working it as delicately and thoroughly as I would the tip of James’ cock. It swells in my mouth even more as my exploring fingers take advantage of the slickness left behind by my tongue to find and penetrate her channel.
She arches up again, this time in a bucking motion that continues beyond the initial thrust. I ride the movement with her, keeping that clit firmly embedded in my mouth, flicking it with my tongue and sucking hard. Clutching fingers reach into my hair, the frantic grip urging me to go deeper; harder. She’s so wet. So slick. So ready.
I slide a second finger inside her, and then a third. Her heat settles around me as I drive in and out in a rapid finger fuck that causes another loud wail to rip out of her. Her scent rises and I’m sinking ever deeper into its intense aroma. The scent of sex, and the fresh outdoors, and something I’m beginning to identify as uniquely Stacey, has me hovering right on the edge of release even though I’m still fully clothed.