And he wants me to be patient.
To take the anticipation and let it brew into something I’ve never experienced before.
“Lachlan just told me that he’s done this before, too.” I take a sip of beer, grateful for the cold, bitter liquid sliding down my throat before I look back at the RCMP officer. “I’m assuming Gavin told you this is my first threesome.”
“And likely your last,” Gavin says. “So I want to make it a good one.” I’m still a little surprised, but he set this up. And the bulge in his jeans says he likes it.
I take another sip of beer, watching him over the bottle. “I have no doubt you will.”
“Maybe it’s not exactly a threesome,” Lachlan offers, putting down his beer. I don’t think he’s touched it. “Think of it as more of a two-four. Two guys, four hands. Double your pleasure.”
“But it can’t be all about me,” I say, restlessly shifting my legs together.
Gavin snaps a look at my thighs and I spread them again. Good girl, he mouths. Heat spirals up the inside of my torso.
“Why don’t you tell me the rules you both agreed on, then? Touching is okay?”
Lachlan slides his attention down my body. “I can’t touch everything. But I can look all you want.”
“Show him more, if you want,” Gavin says softly from where he’s leaning back against the bookcase. “You’re beautiful. I want you to feel worshipped. But your pussy is mine.”
I blush. He hesitates, and I fill in the rest with a guess. “Lachlan gets the top half?”
They both chuckle and I relax.
Gavin nods. “And we’re going to keep this light. I’ll give you anything you want, Sprite. But we might need to get creative in how some things happen.”
“My…mouth?”
He grins. “We can put that to good use. If you want to. But don’t kiss Lachlan there. That’s mine, too.”
I give him a surprised look and he just shrugs unapologetically. I don’t care. I’m kind of blown away that this is happening in any way, shape, or form.
“Enough talking. Show Lachlan what you’re hiding under your skirt.”
My thighs tense up and I curl my fingers into the fabric of my skirt. Another inch or two and he’d be able to see all of me.
He will be able to see all of me soon enough.
I take a deep breath and shimmy the hem all the way to my hips. Gavin groans and I look over at him. His erection is bigger now, pressing against the front of his jeans, and my mouth waters.
“Want a taste?”
I lift my eyes up to meet his and nod.
“Of me?” Always. “Or of Lachlan?”
A flood of moisture makes my legs tremble. “Yes, Sir. Both of you.”
“At the same time?” He raises one eyebrow and I blush.
“If you like.”
“I just might.” He rubs his jaw. “But Lachlan’s our guest. Why don’t you go over there and thank him for playing with us?”
I take one last sip of beer and stand, my skirt swinging to cover my thighs again.
Maybe they both expect me to drop to my knees when I stop in front of Lachlan, but that’s not what I want to do first.
And if this is all about me…I want to tease my boyfriend a little. “You get the top half?” I ask Lachlan as I tug at the bottom of my shirt.
He nods slowly.
I reach out and run my hand through his hair, then down his cheek. I can practically hear Gavin vibrating from the other side of the room. Come closer. Take me.
“No kissing,” Lachlan he reminds me under his breath.
“Is that your rule or his?” I whisper.
“We agree on it.” He gives me an easy smile. “But I’m happy to hold you in my arms. Get my mouth on those nipples that keep teasing me from inside your shirt.”
“Want me to take it off?”
He glances at his boss.
I don’t. I want to, but I’m going to spend most of this afternoon watching Gavin to make sure I don’t go too far. Some things need to be okay because I say they’re okay.
“Yeah. Take off your shirt.” His voice gets a little husky, and I like that.
I bite my lip and lift one leg, brushing my knee against his as I lean in. I hesitate for a second, then set it on the couch beside his hip. I’m straddling one of his thighs now.
He’s different from Gavin. More laid-back, a totally different personality type. But up close, there are similarities, too, especially in their looks, which I never noticed before. His brown hair has fewer gold highlights. His blue eyes aren’t quite as piercing.
He doesn’t make my heart race.
That power solely belongs to the man across the room.
But he’s good looking, and kind, and against my thigh, I can feel the start of an erection. Again, nothing like Gavin’s—and that’s okay. I cross my arms between us and grab the hem of my shirt, tugging it up my body.
Lachlan groans quietly as I set my hands on his shoulders and swing my other leg up so I’m fully straddling his body now. Under my skirt I’m naked, but his hands stay on top of the fabric. He touches my hips, my waist, then strokes my bare sides. Up and down. Closer to my breasts on each pass.
“Ellie…” Gavin warns from behind me. He’s nearer to us now.
I glance back at him. He’s in the middle of the room. “When you said thank him, did you have something specific in mind…Sir?”
He laughs. “On your knees.”
“No lap dances?”
He gives me his sternest Dom face and I squeak. It’s a role-play in a way, because that’s not really us, but I think it works for Lachlan. But being caught between a Dom and his sub might just be Lachlan’s happy place from the way his cock is swelling beneath me.
I twist around, pressing back into Lachlan’s chest as I perch in his lap and give Gavin the show I think he’s been waiting for—his girlfriend, topless in the arms of another man. But a man that works for him. A man who will hold me down, maybe even cover my mouth on his boss’s orders…
“You want me to give Lachlan a blow job?” I say with a gasp. I squeeze Lachlan’s thighs at the same time. He takes the hint and starts stroking my body again, going around my breasts but not touching them yet.
He won’t do that without an express order, I suddenly realize.
“You did say that you wanted to…” he trails off and puts his hands on his hips. “Don’t be rude, Sprite.”
I turn again, slowly this time. Lachlan catches the fabric of my skirt and holds on as I sink to my knees, baring me from behind for Gavin.
I look up at him. Our co-conspirator in this fantasy game.
His gaze is warm, but not predatory. He’s a man, and I’m a woman on my knees for him, so there’s a basic chemistry thing going on, but he’s no threat to Gavin.
Is that a deliberate thing he’s doing? Ensuring that Gavin knows he’s the alpha?
“Thank you, Lachlan,” I say as I rub my hand against the front of his jeans. I get an eager pulse in response. He’s thick and getting thicker. This is promising. I flip open the button on his jeans and unzip him. He’s wearing utilitarian white boxer briefs underneath. “You forgot your kinky black leather outfit.”
Apparently snarky is one way I cope with being nervous now. It’s better than my usual awkward silence. Look at me growing as an individual.
“This was an unexpected turn of events.” His lips quirk.
Behind me, Gavin clears his throat.
Lachlan gives me a you’re-in-trouble look that makes me wiggle my butt. Gavin doesn’t take the bait, so I lean in and kiss Lachlan’s erection through the fabric. He smells shower clean and totally masculine beneath that.
I loop my fingers under the elastic, then bat my eyelashes at him. “I have my shirt off. You should take yours off, too.”
Gavin wouldn’t fall for that trick. I can’t flirt my way into getting him to do anything. He’s always in charge.
Lachlan’s eager to please, though
.
I grin. This is going to be fun. He peels off his t-shirt and I take a second to admire the hard planes of his chest and the delicious line of crinkly hair running the centre of his torso before I follow it under the elastic and wrap my hand around his bare cock.
He jerks at my touch and I stroke him firmly. He doesn’t give up pre-come as easily as Gavin does, so after shooting a quick glance over my shoulder to make sure this is still cool, I lower my head and slide my tongue along his slit.
Fascinating. I shouldn’t be thinking this much, but this isn’t Gavin, so I can have a bit of distance here. I’ve never tasted two dicks in such close proximity before. And if I play my cards right, maybe in a minute I’ll get to taste them at the same time.
And Lachlan tastes good. His broad head feels the same sliding into my mouth. He grunts when swallowed, too.
Fascinating.
I take my time and lavish him with attention, scraping my nails up and down his jean-covered thighs with one hand while I slowly jerk him against my tongue with the other. I let it get a little sloppy, filling the quiet room with the wet slapping of my hand and the slurp of my mouth.
I feel Gavin’s hand near the back of my head before he gathers my hair and slows my movements. “Good girl,” he praises me, and I beam up at Lachlan, then at Gavin as Lachlan turns me on my knees.
Gavin’s already unzipping. “Cup her breasts,” he says. “She likes more of a tug than a pinch, but you’ll want to warm her up first.”
He slides his cock into my mouth, deeper and harder than I took Lachlan. And I can taste him already spilling his pre-come on my tongue.
Yes. He surges in and out of me as Lachlan holds me tight, not letting me chase Gavin as he pulls away. But he comes back, each time harder and faster, until he spills himself down my throat with more force than I expected.
I swallow every drop, then lick my lips when he eases out of my mouth.
Softly, he smiles down at me at the same time as he reaches for my hand. “Up you get, Sprite. Time to get you all the way naked.”
Lachlan’s legs spread out on either side of mine as I stand sandwiched between Gavin and the couch. My skirt has an elastic waist and Gavin drops it to the ground quickly, palming my ass as he hauls me against him and kisses me deeply.
Between our bodies, I can feel him thickening again.
“Time to take this party to a bed that I can tie you to,” he growls.
His bed? With Lachlan? “Are you sure?”
He swings me into his arms, his cock bobbing heavy and proud against my bottom. “Hell, yes. The more hands the better for what I’ve got in mind.”
I giggle as he carries me to the master suite, but my gleeful laughter turns to eager sighs when he lays me on the bed. He covers me with his body. He’s still dressed, except his jeans are undone and his cock is pulsing against my sex.
“Here’s what we’re going to do, Sprite.” He brushes an errant lock of my hair off my face as he gazes down at me. “You wanted me to tie you to the bed.”
“Yes…”
He grins at how eager I sound. “So Lachlan’s going to put some cuffs on you now.”
I gasp as I feel a second pair of hands on my left thigh, but the touch is quick and efficient, and replaced by something soft above my knee. Gavin’s kissing me so I can’t see where Lachlan’s going, but then he repeats the action on the other side. This time, there’s a gentle tug, too.
“You’ll have to move,” Lachlan says to Gavin, clear amusement in his voice.
Gavin just winks at me as he leaps off the bed and tucks his erection away. He has the energy of a twenty-year-old amped up on Red Bull. I don’t immediately register the fact that the “cuffs” he mentioned are on my legs—obviously—but they’re also attached to the bedposts.
My mouth drops open.
I don’t know what I was expecting. Maybe rope around my ankles or something. But when they tighten these ropes, it’s going to pull my legs wide apart. Like, too far apart. Unless he means for me to bend my legs, which would be…revealing.
I guess that’s the point.
“Uh…guys?”
Meanwhile, they’re standing there discussing their handiwork. I shift a little closer to the foot of the bed. Maybe they’ll do my arms next.
“What’s next?”
Gavin just grins.
Lachlan nods and moves around behind me. “What’s next,” he says, as he climbs onto the bed, “is I’m going to hold you while the prime minister fucks you silly.”
I laugh because it’s too much. But he’s not kidding. He slides his big body around me, surprisingly gentle and nimble as he gets himself in place, then he puts his hands under my legs and…folds me. Into a V. Gavin tightens first one rope, then the other, back and forth until I’m strung tight between the bed posts and right on the edge of the bed.
Like, if Lachlan wasn’t behind me, I’d fall off.
Of course, if Lachlan wasn’t behind me, I’d be lying down to prevent falling off the bed. I’m clever like that.
Gavin strips off his clothes and prowls towards us, a perfect specimen of testosterone and masculinity. He steps right up to my body.
Oh. I see. My breath catches in my throat as he dances his fingertips down my torso, over the folds of my belly—this is not a flattering position in my opinion, but from the erection behind me and the one bobbing in front of me, I don’t think they agree—and finally, finally through the slickness between my legs.
Lachlan’s hands slide over my breasts again, his fingers going faster for my nipples this time. I whine a little as he finds that edge of pleasure and pain. He doesn’t know my body like Gavin does, but he figures it out quickly, and as Gavin slips a third finger inside me and rocks his thumb against my clit, I slide sideways into an unexpected orgasm.
My legs yank hard against the cuffs, velcro straining—but holding—and Lachlan tightens his grip on me as I shake in his arms.
Gavin doesn’t stop. He drops to his knees and holds me open so he can lick me, softly but thoroughly, until I imagine he’s sucked up every last drop of my come.
When he stands again, he’s got a condom on and he crowds against me, hard. Lachlan doesn’t move.
Gavin rubs the thick head of his cock through my swollen folds. I want to rock into him but I can’t move—at all. I try, and Lachlan just holds me tighter.
“So, so pretty like this,” Gavin says, his voice thick with lust. “Bound and held for me.”
I moan as he enters me, just the tip, but every nerve ending is firing off as he pumps his hips, working his way inside. His third thrust feels like he’s bottomed out, but when I look down, he’s not buried inside me.
“You’re too big,” I whisper, which is ridiculous. He’s big and he fills me up in the most delicious way, but he’s not too anything. He’s perfect for me.
“Just the position, Sprite.” He smooths his hands down the backs of my thighs. “Shhh. That’s a good girl.”
I don’t know what he’s talking about. I’m not doing anything. But as his hands grip my bottom and adjust my position, he pushes a little further and I cry out, because ohmygod he’s found the magic button.
“Again,” I plead, and he rocks over that same spot as he pulses his body, in and out, in and out. Each time, I beg him to get back inside me and he does.
Over and over again, until a heat starts to build inside me. Restless, consuming heat. I bite my lip and Gavin says to Lachlan, “Give her something to suck on. Your fingers.”
Behind me he shifts his position a little so he can keep one arm around my torso. His other hand strokes across my neck, then he rubs his middle finger against my lower lip. I lick at it, greedy and lusty and out of my mind. Yes, I want Lachlan’s fingers in my mouth. I want Gavin’s cock in my pussy and—
Oh.
Oh, he’s magic. Gavin shifts one of his hands and a finger finds my rear hole.
That’s rapidly becoming my favourite thing and I don’t even think I
’m blushing over that realization.
In and out. Here and there, and there. Pushing and pumping, filling and sliding, until that fire inside is an inferno and I don’t even think there’s an end to it, I can’t see how I’m going to come like this, it’s too intense too much too…
“I’ve got you,” Gavin says, and I’m falling, tilt-a-whirling into space, but he does have me, and it’s okay, because his mouth is on mine and Lachlan’s moving.
“Don’t go,” I whimper. I need to thank him again.
I reach for him and he holds my hand as Gavin kisses me, long and slow, laying me back against the bed. Lachlan gets the leg cuffs off me, then Gavin’s above me again.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine.” I give him a shaky smile. “What happened?”
“You blacked out. It happens sometimes.”
“I missed that part of the in-flight safety presentation,” I mutter, closing my eyes again.
Gavin tells Lachlan to go get me some juice.
“My beer would be great,” I add, but I don’t think they’re listening again.
I curl into Gavin’s chest and he strokes my back and my hair. It takes me a minute to realize he’s holding a piece of chocolate for me. “This is better than your beer,” he says, and I open for him. He places it on my tongue and I close my eyes, curling into him again.
In the quiet, Gavin murmurs to me. Nice things about how hot that was, how pretty I am, and I slowly calm down.
Lachlan brings an entire snack tray that I’m not interested in, but I grab his hand and pull him onto the bed with us.
“So that was a two-four.”
Gavin laughs and kisses my shoulder. “Apparently.”
“And I’m a fuckerette.”
Lachlan’s face is priceless when I say that. It gets even better when Gavin sagely affirms it. “You definitely are.”
“We need our own dictionary,” I muse, and that’s probably the crazy rush of endorphins talking, but I like the sound of it.
Lachlan chokes on a cough. “Excuse me?”
“Can you imagine if we published it?” I say breezily. “Bestseller, guaranteed. Especially with a foreword by the prime minister.”
Gavin just laughs, and tugs me close again, holding me until I stop being silly, and then he tells me we should shower.
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