Brothers In Arms 05: Retreat From Love

by Samantha Kane

  “Freddy,” Brett choked out, reaching across Anne to grip Freddy’s nape in his big hand. “I do need you,” he whispered, looking between Freddy and Anne. “I need you both desperately.”

  “Oh Brett,” Anne said, leaning forward to rest her forehead on the side of his head. She rubbed against him. “I need you too.” She turned her head to smile at Freddy. “Both of you.”

  And it seemed the most natural thing in the world to lean in, to meet both Brett’s and Anne’s lips at the same time. The kiss was awkward, and he ended up bumping his nose on Brett’s. They all pulled apart laughing.

  “Yes, well, we’ll have to practice that a little more,” Freddy said lightly, and Brett’s grin was eager and lascivious, two things Freddy never thought he’d see.

  “A little?” Anne asked in mock surprise. “I should think a lot. That was awful.”

  “It was not awful,” Freddy protested. “It was sweet and wonderful.”

  “Needs a lot of practice,” Brett said. Then he started laughing and Anne joined him.

  Freddy smiled. “True.” He sighed in exaggerated resignation. “I suppose you two will keep me at my lessons all night and day.”

  “Mmm hmm,” Anne hummed as she leaned in and nibbled on Freddy’s earlobe. Brett kissed him on the sensitive spot right behind his other ear as he hummed his agreement, and Freddy was in heaven.

  They were interrupted by a knock on the door, and without waiting for an answer Borden poked his head in. They didn’t jump apart. Brett looked over his shoulder at Borden, and then slowly sat back, while Anne rested her head on Freddy’s shoulder.

  “Um, just thought I’d pop in and make sure everything is all right,” Borden said with false cheerfulness. “We heard some yelling, and then some crying.” He peered closely at Anne’s and Freddy’s red-rimmed eyes. “Did someone die?”

  Brett turned back to both of them and met their glances one at a time. “No,” he answered. “Someone just started living again.”

  “Freddy,” Brett moaned as he felt Freddy slide inside him again, slow and deep. Anne was beneath him, cradling him between her thighs, her hot, slick walls wrapped tight around his cock. It was too much, he wouldn’t last. On the way home from North’s, when he’d finally managed to ask them, after a great deal of hedging and roundabout conversation, for this, to be fucked by the two of them, he hadn’t realized how intense it would be. He shook his head, breathing heavily, trying to make it last.

  “Does it feel good, Brett?” Freddy whispered behind him, his hands sliding down Brett’s sweat-slick back from rump to nape. Brett shivered and moaned. Freddy wrapped his hands over Brett’s shoulders one finger at a time, grinding his cock inside, forcing Brett’s cock into Anne. Then Freddy draped his chest and stomach along Brett’s back and buttocks, all that slick, hot skin pressed to his, Freddy’s nipples hard little spikes against him. Brett braced his forearms on the bed, holding his weight and Freddy’s off of Anne. She smiled up at him, looking as satisfied as a cat with a mouth full of cream. She clenched her thighs around his hips, and then her inner walls followed, one pulse, two. Brett made a low-pitched sound between a cry and a whimper.

  Freddy licked the skin just below the curl of Brett’s sweat-drenched hair along his nape and Brett’s toes curled. Christ, Freddy was good in bed. He was an inventive and sensual lover. He liked everything—the taste, the touch, the smell—of his lovers. He made you feel savored and treasured, and so god damned good. Brett tried to focus on individual things, thoughts and sensations, trying not to be overwhelmed by the whole. But he was failing miserably.

  Anne slid her hand up from Brett’s stomach to his chest, and then she pinched one of Brett’s nipples, softly at first but increasing the pressure until Brett had to bite his lip to keep from crying out at the sharp sting of pleasure. Anne released his nipple and then rose until her weight rested on her arms behind her. She leaned in and licked Brett’s nipple, a long, slow lick with the flat of her tongue. Then she teased the hard point with the tip of her tongue. “Anne,” he groaned. Had he just been thinking what a marvelous lover Freddy was? Anne was more than his match. And Brett was caught between the two of them.

  Freddy’s hand slid up into Brett’s hair as Freddy pulled out and slid off his back. Suddenly Freddy’s fist tightened in his hair, and Brett’s head instinctively jerked back to relieve the pressure. Freddy’s other hand gripped Brett’s hip as Freddy teased Brett’s hole with his cock. “You never told me why you love me, Brett,” Freddy said quietly. “I know you do, but why? Tell me what you love.” Brett groaned and thrust back against that teasing cock. Freddy slapped Brett’s bottom, and the sting was so unexpected, so sharp and sweet, that Brett jerked and moaned. “Tell me.” Freddy pushed into Brett then, and when the head of his cock breached his tight ring Brett cried out.

  Anne lay back beneath him and thrust her hips up as Freddy bore down. Brett tried to focus his thoughts, to answer Freddy, but he couldn’t. He could only feel.

  Anne slid her hands up Brett’s arms, over his straining muscles, and cupped his jaw. “Is it too much, Brett?” she whispered. “I know. I know how it feels to be loved by both of you. It was almost too much.”

  Brett nodded, so grateful that she understood. Anne wiggled under him, and Brett lifted his hips, pulling his aching cock free. The cool air hit his overheated shaft, and the shock settled him somewhat. Anne continued to wiggle until she was out from under him completely, and she moved to his side. She leaned down and kissed his back. “Is that better, darling?”

  Brett nodded but also protested. “Want you too.” His words turned into a gasp as Freddy gave a quick, short thrust, hitting that special spot. Brett remembered Freddy’s question then. “Love you, Freddy.” He licked his dry lips as Freddy went still behind him, filling him, solid, pulsing, but holding still. “Light,” Brett said, and then shook his head. He needed to explain it right. “The world was dark, and then there you were. You were my light. I viewed the world through the light and warmth you cast. Do you see?”

  Freddy leaned over and kissed his back, licking along a couple of vertebra, hugging Brett’s waist tightly. “No, Brett. Explain it to me.”

  Brett was gaining more control by the second. Had they known how close he was? He wanted it to last. They had to help him. “I had no hope, but you gave it back to me. You are everything good, Freddy. You see the good in everyone, in everything. You give and give and give, and ask nothing in return. When I was cold, you warmed me. When I was afraid, you made me strong. When I was lonely, you comforted me. Everything I lacked, you had in abundance. You feed my soul, Freddy.”

  “Brett, you bloody, romantic bastard,” Freddy whispered. “Why couldn’t you tell me this before?” He didn’t sound angry, more bewildered, but happy.

  “I didn’t think I deserved you.” Brett leaned forward to run a hand through his sweaty hair and get it off his brow, and the movement shifted Freddy inside him, against that bump. Brett shuddered and cursed.

  “Well, you deserve this,” Freddy told him with amusement, and then he pulled back and thrust hard against that spot. Brett’s hand slammed down on the bed and fisted the covers and he cried out.

  “God, Freddy,” he moaned, “you feel so fucking amazing. So god damned amazing.”

  “Doesn’t he?” Anne purred next to him. She had been sitting quietly next to them during Brett’s confession, but now she leaned over and bit Brett on the shoulder. He turned to her, and he could see the tears on her cheeks.

  “Anne?” he asked.

  “Shhh,” she said, licking the spot she’d bitten. “I’m all right. It’s just, well, Freddy is right. You are a bloody, romantic bastard.” She gave a shaky little laugh and rubbed her nose against him. “And now I get to help Freddy fuck you. God, you two are gorgeous, and I want to watch each second of it.”

  Anne felt so wicked and free. Freddy and Brett wanted everything, and she did too. She didn’t have to be embarrassed about that now, about her sexual desire
s. They understood. No, they more than understood, they encouraged, supported and fulfilled them, in more ways than she could have imagined even a few short weeks ago. Because they loved her. They were the fulfillment of all her fantasies, her dreams become reality. Even now, she wondered if she was dreaming. Because this, this incredible heat and sexual harmony between them, should only exist in dreams. And yet it was hers, now, forever.

  Anne sat back and ran her hands all over Brett’s back, watching his skin quiver at her touch. She moved them slowly, willing herself to experience every bump, every dip, each drop of sweat, the smooth, the rough, every inch of him. She moved her hands down his flank and realized his bad leg was shaking as he kneeled there.

  “Freddy,” she said softly, “his leg.”

  “Oh Christ,” Freddy exclaimed. He wrapped a hand around Brett’s waist. “Slide some pillows under his hips, Anne.” She grabbed several from the bed, including a long, overstuffed, rounded bolster. “That’s perfect,” Freddy told her. She slid them under Brett, and Freddy helped lower him, but the pillows kept his hips canted high. “Lie down, darling,” Freddy told Brett softly. He rubbed his back. “Relax against the bed.”

  Brett sighed and Anne rubbed gently across his upper back as she watched his muscles relax until his arms were stretched out, his cheek pressed to the bedcovers. He looked positively decadent lying there all spread out with Freddy’s cock still in his back passage. He shivered as he sank into the bed.

  “That’s right, Brett,” Freddy said softly as he pulled Brett back just a little and rose higher on his knees behind him. “You just lie there and let me fuck you.”

  Brett moaned. “Freddy,” he sighed.

  He was so beautiful, his bottom so heavily muscled, so thick and round and delicious. “God,” Anne groaned. “I’ve never wanted a cock before, but I wish I had one now so I could fuck that bottom.”

  Freddy burst out laughing as Brett’s eyes opened wide and he stared at her, shocked.

  “That can be arranged, Anne, my dear.” Freddy leaned forward to pat her cheek conspiratorially. “And I shall do so.”

  “What?” Brett sounded scandalized, and it made Anne want him more.

  “Absolutely,” she purred, and Brett’s mouth worked but nothing came out.

  Anne couldn’t resist. She leaned over and licked one firm cheek and the muscles seized, bunching until it was rock-hard. Freddy let out a strange gurgle and Anne chuckled.

  “Don’t stop, Anne,” Freddy gasped. “Damn me, that felt good.”

  “Isn’t that,” Brett paused to pant a little, “my decision?”

  “No,” Anne and Freddy said at the same time. They laughed together.

  “You are to just lie there and get fucked,” Freddy told Brett with a caress of his bottom. “Be quiet and enjoy it.”

  Brett laughed weakly. “Yes, Your Grace.”

  Anne bit his bottom cheek gently to reward his servility and Brett’s muscles clenched again. Freddy thrust, short and hard, and Brett groaned. Anne let go of the succulent bottom she held gently in her teeth and turned to see Brett’s forehead rubbing against the bed, his hands fisted in the cover.

  “God, I love this,” she growled.

  “Me too,” Freddy growled back.

  Brett just moaned.

  Anne let her hands wander again. She caressed Brett’s firm cheeks, squeezing them, and she could feel his restraint as he forced himself to be docile. “Good boy,” she murmured. She ran both hands down his leg, pausing to massage his thigh, although not too roughly. When Brett groaned this time she could hear the difference. This was pleasure of a different kind. “I’ll massage that more when we’re done,” she murmured. “Does it hurt much?”

  “No more than usual,” Brett said in a quiet, relaxed voice. “I love your hands on me, Anne. You feel so good.”

  “So do you,” she said softly, leaning up to kiss him. His eyes were closed and he smiled, that slashing dimple appearing in his cheek. Anne dipped her tongue into it and Brett laughed lightly. He gave a little gasp, and Anne looked down to see Freddy holding Brett’s hips, and circling his own. “I know how that feels,” she whispered in Brett’s ear. “So good.”

  Brett nodded as he licked his lips.

  Anne brought her attention back to Brett’s behind, and Freddy. Gently she straddled Brett’s shoulders and settled in, resting her hands on the bed on either side of Brett’s lower back. She kept her weight balanced on her knees, so as not to burden Brett.

  “Anne?” Brett asked breathlessly.

  “Christ, Anne,” Freddy whispered.

  She had a perfect view. Brett’s perfectly rounded high buttocks and Freddy’s cock piercing them. “Move,” she whispered.

  Freddy slid his hands down to Brett’s thighs and pressed them farther apart, holding them wide. Brett whimpered, and then his hands were clutching Anne’s calves tightly. Anne’s heart beat was racing, and she was breathing so heavily she had to lick her suddenly dry lips.

  Freddy pulled out slowly, his cock red and slick with oil, so hard and delicious. She could just smell the scent of ripe sex beneath the spice of the oil, and her inner muscles clenched. She felt the moisture on the lips of her sex, as if her body was preparing for that cock. When he was almost all the way out, Freddy stopped. He tipped Brett’s bottom just a little, and Anne could see the tight clasp of Brett’s hole around Freddy’s cock. She moaned at the sight.

  “Do you like that, Anne?” Freddy whispered, his voice that low, intense growl that made gooseflesh shiver across her arms. “Do you like to watch me fuck our Brett?”

  Anne made a wordless noise, half growl, half groan. She slid her hands down over Brett’s bottom and then reached for Freddy’s hips. He moved a little closer and she grabbed him, digging her fingers into his hips as she pulled him back to Brett. She pulled, and Freddy let her guide him back into Brett. His cock slid in and as each inch disappeared Anne grew more aroused.

  When Freddy was buried inside Brett, Anne slowly released his hips. Brett’s hips thrust back, just a small movement, but it seemed desperate as she watched his hole clasp the cock inside him. “I want to fuck him with you.” She wasn’t sure where the words had come from, but she knew she’d never wanted something this much. She tried to move her leg, but Brett still held her. When she tugged he let go, and she swung her leg over him and scrambled behind Freddy.

  Anne mimicked Freddy’s position, kneeling behind him. She ran her hands down his back and he shivered. Then she cupped his bottom, which was clenched almost as tight as Brett’s. She kneaded those tight muscles for a moment and then she grasped Freddy’s hips. She tucked her body in tight behind him, her knees between his, her breasts pressed to his back, her pubic hair rubbing on that gorgeous bottom of his. “I want to help Brett fuck you later,” she whispered, and Freddy shuddered as Brett groaned.

  “Good God, yes,” Freddy agreed fervently.

  When she was in position, she kissed Freddy’s back, and he began to move. He moved slowly at first, until Anne caught his rhythm, and then they picked up the pace. “Oh God,” she whispered, her head dropping back on her shoulders. “Is this what it’s like?”

  “God damn it,” Brett growled, “fuck me. Do it.” The hunger in his voice made the tiny hairs on her arms stand up.

  Freddy began to move faster, harder. She could hear Freddy’s thighs slapping into Brett’s as her mound slammed into Freddy’s behind. They were panting now, and Anne wrapped her arms around Freddy’s chest. One hand found a nipple, and she pressed her palm to it, rubbing hard and fast, in time with their thrusts.

  “Anne!” Freddy cried.

  “Don’t you dare come, Brett,” Anne ordered him loudly. “Don’t you dare. Freddy is going to come and then you are going to fuck me. Do you hear me?”

  “God damn you,” Brett ground out. “Damn you. Freddy!” He cried out Freddy’s name in shock and surprise.

  “What?” Anne demanded. “What did he do?”

  “Yes,” Brett
hissed. Freddy pulled Brett’s legs wider and his thrusts became wild and fast and Anne fell back on her hands. She couldn’t keep up. Quickly she scrambled around the side to watch.

  Freddy’s eyes were closed, his face a mask of concentration. He rose higher on his knees and slammed down into Brett, and Brett rose to meet each penetration, crying out with each hard thrust. Anne crawled up the bed and pressed her hands down on top of Brett’s where they fisted the bedcovers, holding him down in place, and Brett shouted wordlessly.

  When Freddy came Anne nearly did too. He slammed into Brett and froze, his lips pulled back in a grimace of pleasure as his hips jerked slightly, over and over. Anne knew he was filling Brett with his release, hot and wet and so wonderful. She remembered being full of him, how good it felt. Finally Freddy fell forward onto his hands, still pressed against Brett.

  Brett surged beneath him. “Get off,” he growled. Freddy rolled off him to lie supine on the bed, staring at them with glazed eyes and a cock half-hard still. Brett pulled his hands from under Anne’s and yanked the pillows out from beneath his hips. He rolled over next to Freddy, their shoulders touching. His cock was huge, swollen and pulsing and leaking and Anne’s sex pulsed and ached in response at the sight.

  “Get over here and fuck me,” Brett growled at Anne, grabbing her hand and yanking her down across him. She righted herself and Brett practically lifted her until she straddled his hips. Brett didn’t waste time on preliminaries. He slammed her down on his cock and ordered, “Fuck it.”