Three Men and a Woman: Caroline (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rachel Billings

  That was the last she remembered, until she woke to a gray day and Jack’s morning hard-on prodding her back.

  Oh, yeah. She vaguely recalled a couple soft kisses from Matt as he went off to teach an early class.

  She’d slept well. And good thing, because that prod was getting a little more energetic, and she had a warm hand cupping her breast now.

  Caroline stretched a little into the warmth of the hard male body behind her and smiled. She had two hot men loving her. She wasn’t going to complain if one of them wanted to fuck her.

  She started to turn over to welcome him, but Jack held her where she was. She got the message—he loved to fuck from behind.

  But—not that behind.

  His fingers had warmed up her clit but were wandering now to her little anal pucker. He just pressed there, circling the tiniest bit.

  “Jack—”

  “It’s okay, baby. You’re going to like this.”

  “I so don’t think so.”

  He chuckled into her hair. “Trust me. You have so far, haven’t you?”

  She couldn’t deny it. Apparently, he took her failure to reply—she was still thinking about it—as permission. His finger went into her, just inside. He must have found some lube because it was slick even as it abraded a bit.

  It almost felt good. She moaned just a little.

  “That’s it, baby.” He went a little further.

  She shuddered. It was such a raw feeling, wicked and tempting at the same time.

  He lay over her a bit more and scraped his teeth along her neck and shoulder.

  “You have two men who love you, Caro. We’re going to want to use your ass.”

  He went further with his finger, going deep and then reaming her, circling at her sphincter.

  “Can you imagine it, both of us inside you? Both of us fucking you at once? All three of us coming at the same time?”

  She couldn’t, but that didn’t keep her from moaning at what he was doing to her. At his words, the idea of it.

  “It’s called double penetration. Double-fucking. You’re going to love it. We all will.”

  He took his finger out, tucked a couple pillows under her hips and rolled her over.

  She was propped there then, all of her open to his pleasure.

  She knew he was looking his fill. She could hear the ratcheting up of his breathing. He moved, and in a moment she felt the cold press of—well, it was a tube of lube. She learned that when he squeezed it into her, filling her with the cold shock of it.

  Then she felt the press of him, and she knew it was his cock there now.

  “We’ll just get started today, get you used to the idea.”

  “Jack,” she moaned. She wanted to say more. Like I don’t think I can do this. And, this isn’t natural, is it?

  But what he said was true. She’d trusted him so far, and he’d always been right. He’d always known her body, her wants, better than she did. Plus, that picture he’d put in her mind, that image of both her men using her body, of lying between them as they both fucked her, well. That seemed worth a little experimentation.

  “Yes, sweetheart. It’ll be okay.” He moved, advancing into her by just the littlest bit. “Relax. Just let your body take it. It’ll feel good in a minute.”

  He held there, letting her accommodate to the press of his cock.

  She’d always enjoyed the size of him before, had loved that feeling of having her cunt so full of cock.

  Now she wasn’t so sure.

  But he distracted her from that thought. He leaned over her, supporting himself with one hand fisted and pressed into the mattress beside her. With the other, he reached around to rub her clit.

  Good strategy. He just held there, letting her adjust, while he rubbed her like it was all he intended to do all day.

  He was fucking clever, a freaking Machiavelli of wicked sex.

  Pretty soon she was restless and moaning. She needed…something.

  Instinctively, she flexed a little, seeking more.

  And got it. That little movement caused her to ride down a little on his cock.

  “Ahh,” she groaned, unsure if that gritty, biting stimulation was a good or bad thing.

  “That’s it, babe. Take it. Take me in.”

  He made her do it all herself, the bastard.

  He had her so needy, the way he kept working her clit. She needed, needed him to fill her, to fuck her.

  Soon she’d slid her ass down his whole length, was grinding against him, even, to get as much stimulation as she could.

  She started bitching at him. “Jack. Jack, you…ass. Fuck me, dammit.”

  His fingers paused on her clit, and he leaned over her. He had a snotty little gloat in his voice. “You want me to fuck you in the ass, Caro?”

  She needed to come, and he wasn’t moving, not his fingers, not his cock. She mashed her face into the mattress, groaning in frustration. She pushed back hard against him, impaling herself on him. “Yes, dammit.”

  He was practically laughing his triumph. “Say it, babe. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

  Shit. What a toad. What a freaking hot, sexy, irresistible toad. She ground it out. “Fuck me in the ass, Jack. Now.”

  * * * *

  Jack did laugh then, though he had the sense to keep it behind his teeth.

  He had her just where he wanted her, just what he wanted from her.

  Her ass was so tight, so warm, clasping him like a hot glove. He could just barely imagine how it would feel if they were both inside her, Matt fucking her pussy while Jack had this going on.

  He clutched Caro’s hips with both hands and slid out then slowly back in. The lube eased his movement, but still the tight fit of her was an incredible stimulation. The little bit of nasty about ass-fucking added to the edgy turn-on of it.

  She liked that one stroke. He hadn’t even been working her clit, and still she moaned her satisfaction.

  He did a few more, long, easy strokes to get her used to it. But he couldn’t hold back for long. His balls ached, urging him to blast away at her.

  And so he gave over, reaching for her clit again, pinching and tugging, rubbing. After only a minute of it, he let go.

  Already groaning, exhaling roughly with every breath, he started fucking her hard. Deep, long, urgent strokes. Into her ass.

  It was fucking incredible. He howled with it, collapsing down on top of her, nudging his face into the crook of her neck, drawing in her scent with each inhalation. Still he fucked her. Still he rubbed at her clit.

  It was hot for her, too. She was wailing, bucking up to meet his thrusts, letting him have her.

  She started going over, crying out her come. He followed, growling, spasming, emptying himself deep inside her.

  He was completely gone when it was done, crumpled on top of her, gasping for breath. It took long moments before he could lift himself up and slide out of her.

  She gave a hoarse little shriek as he slid out of her.

  He didn’t blame her.

  “Good girl,” he said, soothing his hand over her ass cheek. “Caro. That was freaking hot. Freaking. Hot.”

  * * * *

  The pleasure of that incredible ass-fuck stayed with Jack throughout the day. He was working his data on a computer when Matt came back from class. He carried two cans of Coke and tossed one to Jack.

  Jack took a break and told his buddy how he’d passed the morning and what he thought it meant for their future, mutual pleasure.

  “Holy shit,” was Matt’s reply.

  They would have said more, would probably have had to deal with embarrassing boners, but the door to the lab opened, and Dan poked his head in. Buzzkill.

  “Hey, guys. I wanted to ask when Caroline would be by again. I owe you all a dinner.”

  Jack exchanged a glance with Matt. “Uh…”

  Dan didn’t wait. “It’s Second Friday this week. How about after happy hour?” That was the monthly informal mixer between studen
ts and faculty. “We’ll go out.”

  * * * *

  Caroline had declined Jack’s invitation to the October Second Friday. They’d just started having their regular lunches together, and it had felt too soon to make a public statement about their emerging relationship.

  This time, apparently, attendance was required. They were invited out with Dan after, Jack had said. Dress up, he added. They were going to blu.

  A dinner for four at blu was hardly fair repayment for sharing a bucket of chicken, Caroline thought. But apparently the professor had spoken.

  She left work early on Friday in order to shop and dress. She really had nothing to wear—it just was so not going to be her hot little green dress. But a new outfit was not in her budget, and so she nursed that grudge as much as she could.

  She did not want to be excited about this outing. Working a grudge felt better.

  Her shopping efforts paid off, given the reactions of the three men she was meeting. They were at the center of a group of students when she walked into the happy hour event—late, because finding the right damn shoes had taken nearly an hour.

  Daniel spotted her first, and the group seemed to part for her at the force of his gaze. She swallowed a little and walked forward. The stilts she wore must have done something for her legs, because all gazes were there as she joined the group. Gradually—she watched it happen—Daniel’s gaze took in the short, well-fitted dress, black lace over a little black slip, and then finally met her eyes.

  “Welcome, lovely Caroline,” he murmured. When she held out her hand, he didn’t shake it but took it to his mouth for a kiss, for God’s sake. Those blue eyes were exceedingly warm as they held hers.

  After an arrested moment, Jack stirred himself to greet her. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said, kissing her lightly. “You look—wow.”

  She laughed and accepted another stuttered compliment and a kiss on the cheek from Matt. The dress was worth it, she decided, even if she had to take every overtime shift that came up for the next month.

  Her guys had turned themselves out well, too. Jack wore a blue blazer with neat khakis. Matt had on light-gray trousers in a brushed wool with a charcoal sport coat.

  They looked good. Their jackets gave appealing emphasis to their broad, muscled shoulders. They both wore their ties loosened at the neck, adding a little rakish look. They were hot.

  Daniel was, too.

  She guessed he’d made a deliberate decision to dress on a par with his students. He didn’t wear a suit, but an extremely well-fitted sport coat and neatly pressed slacks. His tie was closed at the neck. On the surface he was clothed similarly to Jack and Matt. What set him apart were the high-end tailoring and his ability to look poshly elegant whatever he wore.

  Caroline loved her guys better. Maybe they didn’t have their own tailors, but they were comfortable in themselves. They loved her and they were safe. She stood between them with Jack’s arm circling her waist. She had to discipline herself to not slip her arm around Matt as well. They’d decided it would be wise to maintain discretion about the nature of their three-way relationship, but she was proud to belong to them.

  She wondered what Daniel saw as he handed her a glass of sparkling wine. She had a nervous thought that it was more than they might have guessed.

  They didn’t stay long at the happy hour.

  Jack introduced her around to his friends and faculty, showing the same pride in her that she felt to be with him. But by the time her glass was empty, Daniel was taking it from her and directing the group to the door.

  He was driving a Mercedes SUV this time, and Caroline had to wonder how many toys he had in his garage. She sat in the roomy back seat with Jack while Daniel took them down Beacon Street, around the Commons, and over to Tremont. It was a chilly night with rain on the verge of freezing. Caroline was grateful for the warmed seats, the competent vehicle, and the skillful driver.

  Daniel let the valet take his car. With his little group he was welcomed into the restaurant like he was family. The hostess made eyes at him while she seated them at the windows overlooking Avery Street. Raindrops on the glass threw off reflected city lights like a sparkler on the Fourth of July.

  Caroline felt seduced by the lovely setting, the wine Daniel ordered without reference to the list, the amazing food. But most of all, she was seduced by the company. She sat with Matt and Jack on either side of her, across the square table from Daniel. Jack touched her openly, his fingers on her neck or cheek in a caress, or his hand resting on the back of her chair, stroking her shoulder.

  Matt touched her, too, frequently, surreptitiously. His hand was on her knee under the table. As the evening progressed, it was more on her thigh, his fingers drawing erotic circles on the naked skin above her silk stocking.

  And across the table from her, Daniel seduced her with his gaze, with his attention. He wasn’t overly obvious about it, but she was certain he was aware of her at all times. Even as he spoke to Jack or Matt, he’d reach to refill her wineglass.

  His conversation included them all, but most often he directed it toward her. He asked about her family and childhood, about her work and her studies. He drew Matt and Jack’s attention when he asked about how she anticipated balancing work and family in her future, presuming, as he did, that she would want children.

  That led to a lively, intellectual discussion about childrearing. She sat with three scientists, for whom the evidence of data was the be all and end all of argument. They all maintained the data showed that children who were raised by their mothers, rather than daycare, had better success in school and superior social skills.

  Raised by parents, Caroline argued. Not just mothers. There were no studies that showed that a mother’s working part-time had negative effects on her children’s development. And there were studies, she pointed out, showing that mothers who worked part-time had better mental health parameters than either stay-at-home moms or full-time workers.

  “Happy mother, happy children?” Jack asked. “That’s your theory?”

  “Mmm. Maybe, happy parents, happy children.”

  “Could be some truth to it,” Matt added. “My granddad always says it’s the father’s job to keep the mother happy so she doesn’t make the children crazy. He knows some stuff.”

  “I’ve met the man,” Jack said. “It’s not so much that he knows some stuff, it’s just that you’re forced to believe that anything he says is true. He’s like, ninety years old, built like a bull, and bellows like one, too. Just don’t ask him about the law of averages.”

  The two men chuckled, sharing some remembered joke.

  “So then, Caroline.” Daniel’s words drew her attention back to him. “Is that your intention? To work part-time when you have children?”

  His eyes watched her intently, like her answer was important.

  “Yes,” she said. “It is. That, and to have my children’s father be actively involved in parenting.”

  Everyone looked at her then, silently, keenly, in a long, expectant moment. She felt Jack’s hand squeeze hers in a prolonged, gentle caress and Matt’s hand on her knee softly stroking. And Daniel’s gaze, warm and approving, as though she’d said something he liked. After that, every time she looked up at him, his blue eyes were on hers. The only exception was when Jack had his hand on the table, holding hers. Then Daniel’s gaze was there.

  It was seductive, flattering, and…stimulating.

  She made every effort to ignore that little skitter of excitement, that thrill generated by the very blatant attention of such an attractive, sexually appealing man. She couldn’t quite convince herself that she succeeded.

  She admonished herself for it. She loved Jack and Matt. She was incredibly fortunate to have them, the two loves of her life, who wanted and loved her, who were willing to share her.

  The dinner became increasingly uncomfortable to her, though the sparks flying across the table blessedly appeared to be invisible to Jack and Matt. She was happy for it to be o
ver.

  And then she was chagrined, knowing it wasn’t really over, when Daniel opened the front passenger door of his car and held it…for her. “Caroline.”

  He met her gaze, challenging, unrepentant, as he waited for her to submit. Oblivious, Jack and Matt moved to take seats in the back, leaving her with no choice. When Daniel lifted a brow in silent victory, she grimaced and got in.

  He inquired where she was going, and she told him she was going home with Jack.

  The three of them had already planned it. It was their first opportunity for the three of them to be together since Wednesday morning. She knew what Matt and Jack had planned, had been thinking about it for three days.

  Double penetration. Tonight, they were planning to double-fuck her, ass and pussy. The expectation of it had been a turn-on for all of them. It was what had been behind those constant touches at blu.

  But even if that hadn’t been the case, even if they hadn’t already planned that she would spend the night with them, her answer would have been the same. She was fully aware that, if she’d said she was going to her place, she’d have been in the car alone with Daniel on the drive from Matt and Jack’s house to hers.

  And she really, really didn’t want that.

  As it turned out, she might just as well been alone with him now. After that first inquiry and the subsequent programming of the GPS, Daniel was silent. He made sparse responses to Jack’s or Matt’s queries until the conversation in the back seat took on a life of its own.

  Caroline was cocooned in the dark and silence of the front seat. She was exquisitely, hotly aware of the presence of Daniel next to her. She was aware that he drove with his left hand and that his right rested on the console between them.

  And she was aware and unsurprised when his hand drifted over to caress her knee and slide up her thigh.

  Caroline almost moaned. She pressed her back into the seat, trying to contain her body’s response.

  She’d known it was coming, this touch. Her body had been wanting it, waiting for it.