by Rachel Bo
Kendall licked her lips. Moving closer, she imitated Sutter’s earlier example and parted Josh’s butt cheeks, placing the tip of the bottle just inside Josh’s anus. He trembled with the effort of holding back a satisfied moan as the slippery fluid jetted into his canal. When she removed the tip, he almost cried out.
Sutter twitched, and Josh looked down. Gleaming ovals of oil glistened on his lover’s abdomen. Josh shifted his legs, lowering his penis to Sutter’s stomach, rubbing it over the slick unguent. “Mmmm.” Sutter arched his back, and the tip of his cock prodded Josh’s testicles. Josh moved back a little, until his cock was even with Sutter’s, then began rubbing it briskly up and down the length of Sutter’s erection. “Fuck.” Sutter said. “Fuck! That’s—” At a loss for words, Sutter made his feelings known through the bond. Sheer pleasure sizzled along Josh’s nerve endings, making his manhood ache with longing. Kendall felt it as well, gasping at the intensity. Josh’s legs trembled slightly as he raised himself again. He turned his head, his gaze urgent. Kendall squirted lubricant onto her hand, greasing it well, then reached out and parted Josh’s cheeks.
“Oh!” he burst out involuntarily as Kendall pierced his ass with two fingers at once. Quick and efficient, she twisted her fingers back and forth, stretching him. Josh dipped his head and Sutter jumped involuntarily as his lover’s tongue tickled his nipple. Josh moved his hips insistently, and Kendall parted her fingers slightly to insert the tip of a third digit.
“Hurry!” Josh groaned against Sutter’s breast. Finding less resistance than she had expected, Kendall plunged that finger into him, moving all three digits in and out with a rapid twisting motion. “Oh, damn,” he raised his head, breathing hard. Sutter’s eyelids fluttered. “Keep them closed,” Josh insisted hoarsely. With a final twist, Kendall removed her fingers. Reaching down, she grasped Sutter’s cock and held it steady. Josh sat up. Grabbing his butt-cheeks, he pulled them apart, then lowered himself. Kendall guided the tip of Sutter’s cock to the slightly distended pink pucker of Josh’s anus. Taking a deep breath, he sheathed Sutter’s long, narrow rod with his ass.
Josh and Sutter both gasped, Sutter’s eyes flying open. Josh watched him anxiously. “Oh, yeah!” Sutter growled, looking Josh boldly in the eyes. “Let me fuck you,” he said. Demanding. Challenging. He reached up and grabbed Josh’s shoulders, pushing against him as he rammed his cock deeper.
Josh’s own eyes closed. God, it felt just as good for him as it had for Kendall. His ass was throbbing, begging for stimulation, and his cock had hardened again. Sutter was pulling at him now, trying to get him to begin the up-and-down motion, but there was something else Josh wanted. He sat up, gasping with unexpected pleasure as his repositioning allowed Sutter’s staff to penetrate even farther. He held out a hand to Kendall.
She let him help her onto the bed, then straddled Sutter’s waist, facing Josh. Lowering herself, she enfolded his cock with her warm, wet pussy. Josh groaned. Kendall was right. Nothing could compare with taking them both at the same time. With a wordless grunt, he used his powerful legs to pump himself up and down the length of Sutter’s cock like doing squats in the gym, Kendall helping as best she could.
“Fuck!” Sutter yelled.
Kendall giggled. “We are,” she pointed out.
“It’s so good,” Sutter murmured. “So good!” Sutter let his legs fall to either side, raising his hips to meet Josh’s thrusts. “Damn,” he gasped. “Yes!” Josh was taking him so deep, his cheeks pounded against Sutter’s balls.
In this position, once again, Kendall wasn’t really able to ride Josh properly. She moaned in frustration, knowing he would need more stimulation to come inside her.
Sutter picked up on the thought. She’s right. He thought for a moment, then grinned. He reached out and slipped his hand between her buttocks, searching for her anus. “Mmmm.” Kendall wriggled slightly, directing him to the tiny portal. Sutter slipped one finger into the channel, then another. Still supple and stretched from earlier, she took him easily. Experimentally, he probed with a third finger. It was tight, but he eased it in and out a few times. “Oh, God,” Kendall moaned. Sutter pressed his fingers toward the back of Kendall’s vaginal wall. Spreading them slightly, he pushed in until he could feel Josh’s cock through her tissues. As Josh pumped Sutter’s rod in and out of his ass, Sutter pressed hard. Through the intervening tissue, the two fingers to either side cradled Josh’s cock, while his middle finger stroked the swollen vein running down its center.
“Yes. Yes!” Kendall and Josh cried in unison. With a low grunt, Sutter grasped Kendall’s shoulder with his other hand and pushed, using her weight to bear Josh down, implanting his cock as deeply as possible in Josh’s ass as his orgasm erupted and cum spewed.
Bone-melting warmth radiated out into Josh’s body. Kendall threw back her head, moaning with delight as Sutter massaged Josh’s pulsating prick with the tissues of her vagina. Her body shuddered as she came. Groaning, Josh climaxed as well. “Oh, God. Yes! Damn!” Sutter let go of Kendall’s shoulder and grasped the sheets as Josh’s anal contractions wrung his cock dry.
* * * * *
Kendall woke to find herself in a tangle of arms and legs, sheets damp with sweat and the scent of sex permeating the room. Inhaling deeply, she smiled to herself. She had never felt as relaxed and happy as she did now. She wished humans were capable of purring—it was such a perfect expression of contentment.
She carefully extricated herself from the pile on the bed and limped into the bathroom. Closing the door, she caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror hanging at its back. Short legs, thick thighs, an even thicker belly. For a brief moment, she wondered again how two men built like Josh and Sutter could be interested in a woman of her size, but then she remembered their pricks pulsing inside her; the shivers of enjoyment that ran through the bond every time they touched her. She smiled with satisfaction. She had always told herself she was comfortable with her body, but realized that had never actually been true until now.
Turning to the shower, she leaned over and turned on the water, adjusting until it was just the way she liked it. Stepping in, she winced. Every muscle in her body was sore. She couldn’t believe how many times they had made love this weekend. She wondered to herself if living with them was really a good idea. The distraction of having them near might mean that she and Sutter would never get any work done, Josh might never finish college. She laughed. Of course, the novelty would wear off eventually. This was so new to all of them, it was natural that they would revel in it—wallow in it, really. Two lovers, she thought. She never would have imagined such a life for herself, but it felt so right. Not for the first time, she wondered if the situation could ever possibly work on a long-term basis. She pushed the thought aside. She was damn well going to enjoy it. Forever, if possible. If not, then for as long as it lasted.
The warm water felt good, soothing her sore crotch and loosening aching muscles. Afterward, clean and dry, she crept into the darkened bedroom and grabbed her bag, taking it back into the bathroom with her so that she could dress. When she was finished, she went to the bed and stared down at her soul mates. They had moved together in her absence, and lay wrapped in each other’s arms. Bending, she kissed each of their cheeks. Sutter’s eyes opened. “What is it?” he asked.
“I have to go,” Kendall whispered, not wanting to wake Josh. “I’ve got a sketch to finish for a client who’s coming in tomorrow morning, and there are some things I need to do at the apartment.”
He reached up and pulled her down, into a long, lingering kiss. Reluctantly, she drew away. “Really, Sutter. I have to go.”
He sighed. “When are you moving in?”
Kendall’s brow furrowed. “I’m not sure. We’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay.” He thought for a moment. “Meet us for lunch?”
Kendall nodded agreement and backed away, her bag and purse in hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she whispered. She blew him a kiss fro
m the door, and headed downstairs. She called for a cab, then locked the front door behind her and waited on the porch until it arrived.
Chapter Nine
Breathless
On Monday, Kendall left the shop at eleven and drove up to the college. She scanned the parking lot until she spotted Sutter’s convertible, then parked and walked over to wait beside it. Morning classes ended and the grounds filled with students. Kendall watched appreciatively as Sutter and Josh approached the car. Damn, they really are drop-dead gorgeous, she thought. Josh greeted her with a passionate kiss and stood with his arm around her. Kendall noticed several students watching, a speculative look in their eyes.
Sutter looked around briefly before planting a chaste kiss on Kendall’s cheek. He blushed slightly as she raised her eyebrows quizzically.
“You call that a kiss?” Kendall laced the fingers of one hand in his short, fine hair and kissed him thoroughly, aware of staring eyes but not caring.
Sutter cleared his throat self-consciously and looked around again as she drew away, his face still flushed.
“You’re all right with this, right?” Kendall asked. “I mean, we’re going to be open about this relationship even in public, aren’t we?”
Sutter nodded, but grimaced. “Yeah. It’s just that I haven’t had a chance to talk to my dad yet.” He met Kendall’s gaze. “I’d like for him to find out from me—not from the rumor mill.”
That made sense. “Sorry,” Kendall apologized. “I wasn’t thinking.”
Sutter shook his head. “No problem.” He unlocked the car and opened the passenger door for her. “I guess I’m just used to hiding things.” He grasped her hand, communicating silently. Kendall took a moment to examine the various feelings—a wave of happiness and certainty regarding the decision to live as a committed trio and to pursue his art overlaid a dark current of apprehension over quitting school and his anxiety about telling his father.
“It’s all right, I understand.” Kendall slid into the seat. She tried to radiate confidence and reassurance, though she was secretly concerned by the amount of discordance thoughts of his father seemed to generate in Sutter.
Sutter shut the door and walked around to the driver’s side. While he got into the car, Josh stepped up. “I can’t come to lunch,” he said. “I’ve got to finish a project for fall finals.” Kendall felt her disappointment wash through the bond. “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you tonight.” He bent and brought his lips to hers in a long, lingering embrace that left her breathless. When he finally pulled away, he was grinning.
“Wow!” Kendall ran a hand through her hair.
“We will see you tonight?”
Kendall nodded. “Why don’t you both come to my place?” Both men nodded, then Josh glanced at his watch. “I’ve got to go—I reserved mainframe time and they’ll give it away if I’m late. I’ll see you later.” He turned and walked quickly toward the Computer Science building.
Sutter stuck his keys in the ignition. “What sounds good for lunch?”
Kendall shrugged. “I don’t know Houston very well. Any suggestions?”
“There’s this place called Jenny’s. They have great seafood.”
Kendall smiled. “Sounds great. I could go for some shrimp.”
Sutter nodded and pulled out of the parking lot. At the restaurant, Sutter asked for a table outside so that they could talk privately. “This weekend was amazing,” he told Kendall while they were waiting for their orders to come.
Kendall smiled. “Yes it was.”
Sutter slipped his right foot out of his shoe and worked his sock off. After the waiter brought their food, he nibbled at his fries while he watched Kendall attack her shrimp with gusto. Noticing his attention, she seemed embarrassed. “Speaking of this weekend, I worked up quite an appetite.”
Sutter shook his head and grinned. “Hey, I like people who enjoy their food.” He picked up his soda and sipped, then enquired idly, “What are you wearing under that dress?”
Kendall’s breath caught in her throat. That morning when dressing, she had done something she’d never done before. She glanced at him through her eyelashes. “Nothing,” she admitted hoarsely.
Sutter looked around. There were no other people eating on the deck, probably because the temperature was only in the sixties and the sky was overcast, threatening rain. His eyes dark with desire, he scooted his chair close to the small table, then lifted her skirt with his bare foot.
Kendall met his gaze, moving her own chair closer to the table. Reaching down, she crab-walked her fingers down her thighs, pulling the skirt up and over her knees, parting her legs slightly. Sutter’s toes found her clit, and he rubbed them back and forth across it. “Mmmm,” Kendall hummed under her breath. Sutter turned his foot a bit and slid his big toe into her wet pussy. “Yes,” Kendall breathed, parting her legs farther and scooting her hips forward. Sutter flexed his toe, wiggling it back and forth inside her. “Oh, yes,” Kendall murmured. Grasping the seat of her chair with her hands, she clenched her pussy.
“Oh, yeah.” It was Sutter’s turn to moan. He met her gaze. “I like how strong your pussy is.”
Kendall clenched her muscles again as Sutter’s toe wriggled inside her. “Oh, man,” he murmured. Kendall felt her cheeks flushing as desire rose inside her. Sutter smiled and flexed his toes up and down, the smaller ones grazing Kendall’s clitoris enticingly.
“Yes,” Kendall moaned. She kept her eyes locked on his as she flexed and relaxed her vaginal muscles.
“Refill?” Kendall jumped as the waiter appeared behind her, tea pitcher in hand. Sutter’s gaze trapped hers as she nodded wordlessly and waited while the man filled her glass and walked away. A shiver of wicked pleasure crawled down her spine.
“Let’s eat,” Sutter insisted. “This food’s too good to let it go to waste.”
Kendall groaned, but followed Sutter’s example and continued eating. It was incredibly erotic, eating with Sutter’s toe buried inside her. As she ate, the heat in her pelvis increased.
Their lunch became a series of short silences, punctuated occasionally by Kendall’s soft gasps as Sutter flexed within her, and Sutter’s wordless groans when her pussy clasped him tightly.
When they were finished, Sutter withdrew his foot and pulled on his sock and shoe. “What—” Kendall started, but Sutter hushed her. He picked up their ticket and held out his hand.
Ensconced in Sutter’s convertible, they headed back to the college. “I guess I was putting it off,” Sutter said. “I actually went to classes this morning.” His voice filled with resolve. “But I’m going to go ahead and withdraw this afternoon.”
“You know,” Kendall said, “You don’t have to quit school this minute. You’re only six and a half months from having a bachelor’s degree. If you want to wait, I’m okay with that.”
Sutter glanced at her. “Are you sure?”
Kendall nodded. “I don’t want you to do anything hasty—throw away three and a half years of work. I just want you to be happy.”
“Well, I would like to finish my B.A. If this artist thing doesn’t work out, I may need it.”
“That’s fine,” Kendall rested a hand on his thigh. “I just don’t want you to end up trapped in a job you hate.”
Sutter covered her hand in his, flooding her with warmth and love.
When they had parked, Sutter reached to open the door, but was stopped by Kendall’s hand on his thigh. He looked at her.
“Please, Sutter.” Her thighs were wet with her juices and her pussy ached for his touch. “I need to come.”
“Tonight,” Sutter promised, and Kendall whimpered. He captured her chin in his hand and met her gaze as he allowed the sensation of throbbing tightness in his member to flow through their bond. “Just think how good it’s going to be,” he whispered. “Tonight.”
“Oh, God,” Kendall said. Her voice shook, but she nodded. “All right.”
Sutter kissed her briefly, then got out of the car
and came around to open her door. A shock of pleasure ripped through him when Kendall kissed his groin right before she stood. She grinned wickedly at the sudden lust that filled his eyes. “Tonight,” she whispered, and kissed his cheek before she turned and headed for her car.
* * * * *
“So what do you think?” Kendall asked Brandy as she finished framing a pair of commissioned watercolor selkies for a customer who was coming by that evening.
“I’d love to have the apartment,” Brandy admitted, studying her friend carefully over the pile of receipts she was tallying. “But are you sure about this?”
“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.” Kendall tapped the final finishing nail into place. She cleaned the glass with alcohol and held one up. “Perfect?”
Brandy scrutinized the mat, frame and glass. “Perfect,” she agreed. Kendall stepped over to the workbench and began wrapping the piece carefully.
Brandy was watching with wide eyes. “It just floors me, that’s all. I knew they were different, but this business of soul mates and all—” She shook her head. “I don’t understand it, but if it makes you happy…”
“It does,” Kendall insisted. Her smile lit up her face. “I can’t describe what it’s like, but when you meet that one guy for you, you’ll understand.” She thought for a moment, then added teasingly, “Or two!”
Brandy raised her eyebrows scoffingly, but bit back a sarcastic retort. She thought Kendall was fooling herself thinking something like this could work, but the woman was her best friend. Brandy would support her for as long as it lasted, and be there to help Kendall pick up the pieces afterward. She sighed. “When can I move in?”
“I’ve already paid the mortgage for this month and December,” Kendall mused. “But I’d rather be out there. If you want, we could make the move this weekend, and you wouldn’t have to make your first payment until January the first.”