by Sotia Lazu
“There’s a mattress on the floor.” He had a special knack for stating the obvious.
Becca didn’t laugh at him. “There’s also a fridge in the kitchen, stocked with beer. Want one?”
He shook his head, gaze to the ceiling. “Just water, if you have any.” Could he see down her front from this angle? He rubbed his face with both hands. A drink was the last thing he needed; he was already losing his grip, and alcohol would push him over the edge.
“Is tap okay?” she asked?
“Sure.”
She left, and retuned with a bottle of beer and a plastic cup filled with water.
Colin was surprised his hand was steady when he reached for the drink. “Thank you.” He downed his water in a few gulps, and threw the empty cup in a plastic trash bag that lay by the door. “Brad should be here shortly. I can wait for him outside. I don’t want to keep you from your work.”
“You’re not.” She sunk to the mattress and crossed her legs, knees wide apart.
Colin had a hard time not staring at the exposed flesh, and let out a small sigh of relief when he made out the hemline of a pair of denim shorts.
“With what Brad told me about you, I thought being aggressive would work. Did I scare you?” She took a swig of her beer, and looked up at him. “Am I scaring you?”
What scared him was how she turned him on with what appeared to be no effort at all.
She didn’t avert her gaze. “Or is it something else?”
Her openness spoke to him on a level he didn’t realize he had—he’d tried hard to remain vacant beneath the surface.
“I know I’m not your type, but maybe you’re not attracted to me at all. I mean, I know I’m a lot of woman for some men.” Her effort at a joke didn’t mask her insecurity, as she meant for it to do.
This was his opening. He’d tell her he couldn’t do it, and it would all be over. He shouldn’t feel bad about turning her down. He wasn’t supposed to be attracted to her anyway.
“No.” His voice sounded choked, so he had to repeat it. “No. You’re not my type.
She nodded, but he didn’t stop talking, though he knew what came out of his mouth next could ruin everything. “And it’s not just your looks. You’re loud and opinionated and nosy. You always have a snarky comeback at the ready, and you flaunt your sexuality like a flag. You’re nothing like the women I go for, which only makes it worse.”
“Okay, now you’re being an ass. Saying you’re not into me was enough. Let me show you outside. You can wait for Brad downstairs.” She stood and pushed past him, but he grabbed her arm.
“But I never said I wasn’t into you. I could have told Brad you just don’t do it for me, but I didn’t. Because it would be a lie.”
Becca opened her mouth to respond, closed it again, then chewed on her lower lip. “So…”
“So if you weren’t his girlfriend, I’d fuck you right here. Now. I’d make you come again and again. Scream my name until you lost your voice. But you are his, Becca. If you were my type, I’d attribute it to casual attraction, and go blow my load elsewhere, but there’s nothing casual about this. We go through with this threeway, and at least one of us gets hurt, and I don’t— I can’t.”
She smiled, and the line between her brows smoothed out. “Too many ifs. Too many worries. If we do it and like it, we can always keep doing it.”
His heart leapt up his throat. “Brad never mentioned that was a possibility. He said you just wanted to try it.”
She wrapped her fingers around his wrist, and loosened his grasp so she could slip free. “What’s the use of trying something, if you can’t have it again?” She turned and stepped on the mattress.
“What are you doing?” He knew the answer.
“You can try me now.”
“But Brad—”
“Brad likes to watch. Some times he likes to record too.” She giggled at his shocked expression. “You didn’t know that? There’s all sorts of things Brad likes that he hasn’t shared with you. Yet.”
“Like Becca,” Brad said from behind him.
Colin hadn’t even heard the apartment door open and close.
In front of him, Becca stretched and undulated her hips, dancing to the rhythm of a song he couldn’t hear. Brad’s heavy palms landed on Colin’s shoulders, and Colin’s pulse sped up. His breaths came short and shallow.
“Don’t you want her?” Brad whispered in his ear. “If you don’t, I’ll take her and you can watch again. Or you can walk away.”
Becca did that magical thing women did, and took off her bra without removing her shirt. She tossed it to Colin in a pink blur of satin and lace. “Which will it be?”
Colin wanted this, but he wasn’t ready. He had to think. Becca said there could be more than one night, but what part would he be expected to play? Would they all be fucking casually? Would Brad and Becca call him when they felt like it?
More?
Becca removed a pin from her bun and shook her head. Her hair tumbled down her shoulders in the unruly mess Colin had come to find irresistible. She grasped the hem of her shirt with both hands, and pinned Colin with her gaze. “Well? In or out?”
“I’m in.” He’d so regret this.
Chapter Eight
Becca glanced behind Colin, and must have liked what she saw on Brad’s face, because a lascivious smile blossomed slowly on her lips.
He was already hard, but her smile made his erection throb almost painfully.
She raised her shirt inch by inch, watching him watch her. The worn fabric slid upward, revealing pale skin marred around her stomach by a few pink stretch marks.
Becca sucked in her stomach, and Colin felt like an idiot for even noticing the marks, when he could be feeling the soft flesh instead.
Conscious of Brad watching, Colin tried not to appear too eager as he approached her. He stopped just short of the mattress, and spread his palms on her sides, caressing her belly with his thumbs. She still stood a few inches shorter than him, and looked up with a tiny shiver.
“Don’t.” He pulled her shirt the rest of the way up, and helped her slip it off, mesmerized by the sway of her breasts. Her areolas were lighter than he expected, but her nipples looked bitable. His mouth watered, and he swallowed before managing to speak again. “I want you. If I were looking for something different, I wouldn’t be here.”
Looking back, he couldn’t tell when the playful atmosphere turned sticky with desire and hidden passions, but she wasn’t smiling when she nodded. She squared her shoulders and raised her chin defiantly.
She put herself on display for him, and Colin didn’t shy away. He took it all in. The roundness of her shoulders and arms, her ample breasts, her wide waist and jutting stomach. Until that moment, he expected to like and want her despite her body, but the fullness of her breasts made his mouth water. She was supple and yielding, soft and warm, and he liked her body as it was—not flawed, but inviting.
He traced her stretch marks with his fingertips, and she batted his hand away.
Behind him, Brad said, “Let him know all of you, Becca. See what he’s been missing.”
His voice broke the spell, and Becca smiled again. “It’s a lot to see. Are you sure he’s ready?”
Colin wouldn’t be talked about like he wasn’t there. He enjoyed Becca’s surprised gasp when he clasped her shorts and undid their fly, before shoving them down her legs.
He took a step back, and kept studying her. Her legs were toned, as he already knew, but what pulled his gaze was the naked triangle at the apex of her fleshy thighs. She was smooth, and he had to taste her. But first, she had to know what she did to him.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, trying to let his honesty show in his eyes.
“And what are you going to do about it?” Her usual good cheer had filled in for her moment of insecurity, but didn’t erase it from Colin’s mind.
In that moment, he thought he’d die before he made her feel unsure of herself again.
“That tickles.” But she held his head to her and tilted her pelvis, so his nose rubbed against her mons.
Colin traced her slit with the tip of his tongue, barely applying any pressure. Becca stood perfectly still, but he felt her tension. He ran his tongue along her opening once more, just as lightly, and this time she thrust her hips forward.
“I expected worshiping to be more fervent,” she said through gritted teeth.
Colin meant to draw out his teasing, but Brad said, “Maybe you should lie down, so he can see the temple better.” He sounded pained.
Colin looked over his shoulder, and saw Brad had pulled his cock out, and was stroking it.
Becca glanced from one to the other, and knelt too, mirroring Colin. “There’s something I want to do first.”
Before Colin could ask what that was, she cupped the back of his head and slanted her lips over his. Just like the rest of her, her lips were pliable and warm, and Colin wondered how they would feel wrapped around his cock. As if she read his mind, she sucked his tongue into her mouth. He groaned, and let his hands roam down her back and up her sides, until each of his palms cradled a heavy breast.
He broke the kiss and studied her face as he kneaded each mound gently. Her eyes were closed, her lips forming a silent ‘O’.
Her pussy would have to wait.
He ducked his head, and kissed the hollow of her neck, nibbling on the skin before licking a trail down to one nipple. He nuzzled it with his nose, feeling it harden against him, and then rolled it with his open palm.
Becca moaned, and Brad’s panting reached Colin’s ears. He didn’t like that Brad was so far away, but after Colin had resisted a threesome for so long, he couldn’t invite Brad to join him and Becca. Not just yet.
He returned his focus to Becca’s breasts, and closed his teeth gently over the second nipple. Becca inhaled sharply, and he bit again, a little harder. He loved how responsive she was. Loved making her respond to him. After being the prey in their cat and mouse game this long, he finally felt like he called the shots.
Becca had a different idea. She placed both hands on top of his head, and pushed him downward, while at the same time scooting back. Following her body, Colin crawled on the mattress with her, and he made himself comfortable between her spread thighs, mindless of wrinkling his button-down shirt and his slacks.
“That’s it,” Brad said. “Eat her out.”
Colin obeyed, ignoring the part of his brain that said he was just their toy. He used his thumbs to open her up to his hungry gaze, and savored the sight of the glistening pink flesh. The first long swipe of his tongue had Becca’s hips flying off the mattress, but he pressed his elbows on her legs to pin her in place, and kept licking and sucking until she said she couldn’t take any more.
And then he went on a little longer.
She scratched at his head, her fingers seeking purchase, but not managing to grasp the short cropped hair. Her thighs stressed and trembled with the effort to close, to move her away from his mouth, but he latched his lips on her clitoris, and pushed two fingers inside her pussy. It made her buck even harder.
“Do you want me to stop?” His words came back to him muffled.
“Uh-uh,” Becca managed.
He heard footsteps approaching, and glanced to the side to see Brad kneeling by Becca’s head. He was stark naked. A light sheen of sweat covered his sculpted chest and abs, and matted the thatch of dark curls at the base of his cock. His neck was corded with the strain of holding back his release, as he worked his fist leisurely up and down his shaft.
Colin kept finger fucking Brad’s girlfriend, while he studied Brad’s cock—it was shorter than Colin’s, but thicker, the head darker.
Colin gulped. Was Brad about to join them? Where was he planning on sticking his dick?
Panic warred with hope and desire. Colin didn’t know if he wanted Brad to shove his cock down Becca’s throat or in Colin’s own ass, or if he preferred to have Becca to himself this once.
His cock was apparently happy with any possible outcome. He thrust his hips against the mattress, to achieve some friction. It only made things worse. He needed to come, or he’d burst.
“I’m not going to touch her,” Brad said. “I just want to see her come. She’s gorgeous when she comes, Colin.”
Colin didn’t reply, but added another finger inside Becca, stretching her. She contracted around him, but didn’t move other than that, apparently exhausted. It was time to finish her off. He curved his fingers upward, and flexed them in a come-hither motion, at the same time he grazed his teeth against her clit.
Becca’s back arched, her entire body clenching and relaxing in rapid succession. Her head fell back, and she let out a keening sound that probably carried to the ground floor.
Colin couldn’t wait to pull that sound out of her again.
He jumped up and fumbled with his belt buckle until he finally unclasped it, popped his button, and slid down the zipper of his slacks. He was aware he was rushing more than he had since his very first fuck, but he needed to be inside Becca now. He had to take a deep breath and force himself to slow down. He undid the first two buttons of his shirt and then his cuffs, and pulled it over his head.
Any self control he’d managed to regain evaporated when he saw the naked hunger in Becca’s eyes. Her gaze slid down his torso like a caress that set his skin on fire. What had him kicking off his loafers, and shoving the pants down his thighs was the matching look on Brad’s face. Brad licked his lips, and Colin wanted to feel those lips on his cock as much as he wanted to sink inside Becca’s pussy.
He barely had enough presence of mind to lose the socks before his slacks came off completely. Like Becca, he went commando, so there was no underwear to remove, but…
“Condom. Fuck.” He reached for the pocket of the trousers bunched on the floor behind him.
“I’m on the pill,” Becca said. “Haven’t been with anyone but Brad since we got together, and I’m clean.” She laughed. “Now, can you please take a breath? There’s no rush.”
Colin never had unprotected sex. He never believed girls who said they were on the pill, and didn’t think there was a situation pressing enough that he’d risk catching something from a potential partner. But it was different with Becca.
Without a word, he lay by her side, hauled her closer, and gave her a deep, lingering kiss. “No rush for you. I need to fuck you as soon as possible.”
Her grin reappeared, wider than before. “How do you want me?”
“I want you to ride me.” Holding her to him, he rolled on his back, so her body covered his. The position brought him close to Brad’s dripping cock, and also allowed him to see all of Becca, as she lifted her lips, positioned him at her entrance, and lowered herself on his cock.
Fuck it felt good being inside her. He watched her backside in the mirror, her full buttocks rippling every time she slapped down on him. He watched his own fingers dig inside the firm flesh of her ass, while he felt her nails gouge his arms. Becca met every thrust of his hips, and matched him moan for moan. She dipped her head down for a kiss, and bit his lower lip until he thought he’d bleed, and still her hips danced to his music and drove him crazy with the need for release.
Next to him, Brad’s head was tilted back, his mouth open, his hand a blur of movement on his cock. Colin was never much into sucking cock, but he wouldn’t mind tasting Brad’s.
He let the fantasy of being sandwiched between Becca and Brad pull him in, and then under, and lost himself in the possibilities now open before him. Above him, Becca kept undulating, and drawing his orgasm ever closer, and next to him his best friend was bringing himself off at the visual of Colin fucking his girlfriend.
His body and mind were on overdrive, and the abundance of stimuli t
hreatened to send him over the edge before he had the time to bring Becca off. With the last dregs of his self control, he snaked his hand to where her body met his, and pressed his thumb on her clit, pistoning his hips faster.
Her whole body shuddered, her nails raising welts on his chest as she clenched around his cock until he could no longer hold back. Grinding his pelvis to hers, he matched her unraveling. His legs shook, his arms felt made of lead, and he could barely keep his eyes open, but his cock still sent spurts of cum inside her. She fell forward, and kissed him again, her hair tickling his chin.
“Baby,” Brad whispered, and Becca disentangled herself from Colin to suck her boyfriend off.
Colin let his eyes drift shut. Whatever happened from here on didn’t involve him.
Chapter Nine
Colin’s phone buzzed again. He glanced at it, opened the first drawer of his desk, and tossed it in. Didn’t help much. Now his entire desk buzzed.
And if he kept not answering, Brad would show up at work or at his home or in his dreams, and mess him up more.
Colin had been screening Brad’s calls for forty eight hours. Two days since he’d had a taste of Becca, and she still lingered on his lips, on his body, and on his mind.
Correction—they still lingered, hovered around him, driving him up the walls with the need for more.
But he couldn’t have more.
Once he and Becca were done fucking, she’d gone to Brad, because she was his, and he was hers, and Colin was the odd man out. He’d gathered his clothes and slinked to the other room to get dressed. Brad called for him, but Colin knew his part was done. There was no reason to prolong his goodbye.
He let out a bitter chuckle. This should be his dream situation. Amazing fucking with no cuddling afterward. No strings attached. No expectations of him.
But there were strings—many of them—just thin and light, and he hadn’t noticed them until they’d wrapped around him and pulled him in all directions. What he’d done was wrong. Yes, Brad asked him to, and Becca practically begged for it, but this was the one time in his life he had to be the mature adult, and he’d screwed up. Brad was probably calling to tell him he was wrong, and he couldn’t handle the memory of Colin and Becca together. That their friendship was over.