by Bailey Bradford, Ethan Stone, T. A. Chase, Sean Michael, L. M. Somerton, Morticia Knight
Carter turned his head enough so that he could see Eddie. “I could deal with that.”
Eddie smirked and crooked his fingers inside Carter, rubbing over his gland. Carter hissed and told himself not to come.
Eddie noticed and commented, “He’s fun to watch, but more fun to fuck.”
Carter bobbed his head in agreement. He’d have sworn to anything Eddie wanted him to at that point. Eddie kept massaging his prostate and Carter was floating closer and closer to the climatic edge himself.
“Condom,” Eddie reminded him, withdrawing his fingers at the same time. “Just like I’m gonna do so I can fuck you.”
Carter took the package and managed to get the rubber on. He tried not to think about Eddie behind him doing the same. If he let himself dwell on it, he’d turn around and watch, because as sexy as Georgie was, Carter was more interested in Eddie and being spread wide open by his dick.
But Georgie was cute and needy, and Carter wasn’t a dickhead. He wouldn’t leave Georgie to himself, and besides, this was the threesome he’d always fantasized about. It was hot, too, the best sexual experience of Carter’s life so far. It’d have been absolutely perfect if he’d been as attracted to Georgie as he was to Eddie, but it was still pretty damned amazing either way.
Carter moved closer to Georgie, gaze zeroed in on those fingers stretching that hole. “I bet you’d love a fist,” he murmured before he could think to stop himself. He’d have been horrified at the brazen slip had Georgie not given an enthusiastic, “Fuck yeah,” in response.
Eddie chortled behind him. “I’d say next time, but Georgie has a hook-up limit.”
“Three times, max,” Georgie got out, then he left off fingering himself. “Unless I meet the perfect man, and since he doesn’t exist…”
What a sad outlook to have. Carter couldn’t imagine being so jaded. He knew what he wanted would be hard to find, but hopefully it wouldn’t be impossible. Still, it wasn’t his place to judge.
He spread Georgie’s buttocks and bent to blow a puff of moist air over the glistening ring.
“Oh,” Georgie panted and wiggled his ass.
Carter did it again, squeezing Georgie’s cheeks. He’d like to slap them a few times, but Georgie had been clear about not leaving any marks, and with his pale skin, bruises would be likely.
Eddie stopped fingering Carter and instead cupped his butt. He kneaded it as he asked, “You gonna let me in soon?”
“Now’s good,” Carter got out. He knelt upright and moved his hands to Georgie’s hips. “Come back this way. Get yourself on me.” Show me how bad you want it.
Georgie shuffled back and Carter lined his length up so that it was right there, awaiting the grip of Georgie’s ass. He watched in wonder while Georgie took him in, the warm grip of his rectum rippling around Carter’s length.
“Um, yeah,” Georgie whispered. “Oh damn, you gotta nice cock. Gimme all of it.”
Carter might have preened, then he thrust hard. “Fuck,” he drawled, his balls slapping against Georgie’s in a not unpleasant manner. “Fuck, you—”
“That’s what I said,” Georgie interrupted. “Fuck. Me.”
“Fuck him, fuck him through the mattress,” Eddie urged. “Let me watch you for a few minutes, then I’m going to tear into this ass.” Eddie slapped Carter’s butt just forcefully enough to fire Carter’s lust even higher.
Georgie tipped his ass up eagerly and Carter folded over him, hooking one arm beneath Georgie and gripping a slender wrist with the other. He let himself go, less worried about Georgie’s pleasure since he’d been moaning constantly from the instant Carter had started thrusting faster.
The short snaps of his hips drove them against Georgie’s buttocks. It also sank his dick into silky heat over and over again.
Carter was reduced to a grunting, feasting animal, taking pleasure in what he and Georgie were doing. Georgie shoved back into every penetration, and his moans were interspersed with curses and whimpers.
Rapturous sensations flowed up from Carter’s groin to fill his whole body. He was close to coming, so close to attaining that moment of perfection that his mind went white-hot and bright behind his closed lids.
Then Eddie pressed a hand to his lower back. “Stop,” he ordered roughly. “Let me in.”
Carter took one more push, one more welcoming invasion into Georgie’s heat, then he stilled. Had to, because he wanted Eddie and wanted to come between the two men.
“Yeah,” Eddie said.
He kept a hand on Carter’s back and used the other to pull one of Carter’s butt cheeks aside. Then there was the prod of a fat tip at his hole, and Carter shook all over with a hunger he couldn’t contain.
“Hurry,” he found the strength to beg. “Please, Eddie, just—ah!” The thrust stole his breath. There was pain and pleasure so intermingled Carter couldn’t tell them apart.
And he was glad, so glad Eddie had listened, hadn’t tried to treat him like he’d break. Carter needed the harsh fucking he’d begged for, even if he hadn’t finished getting the words out.
Eddie gave it to him, slamming into him without hesitating. Every forward drive shoved Carter deeper into Georgie. Eddie pulled back, tugging Carter back, too, so that a rhythm was quickly established for the three of them.
Eddie set the pace, and Eddie kept the control, holding onto Carter and Georgie both. He nipped and sucked on Carter’s nape and shoulders and never once went off-stroke.
Georgie whined and Carter got a hand beneath him, found Georgie’s wet-tipped shaft and began jerking him off.
“Aw, gawd,” Georgie wailed only seconds later. “Fuck!”
Carter felt it around his dick first, Georgie’s climax starting inside in rippling waves that milked Carter’s cock beautifully.
“Yeah,” Eddie growled.
He thrust faster, harder, and Carter couldn’t hold back a shout. His climax slammed into him, instantly radiating pleasure throughout his entire being.
Eddie rutted harder then grunted as he bit Carter’s shoulder. Carter was dimly aware of Eddie shaking while Carter came undone between the two men.
Chapter Four
After another round with Georgie and Eddie, Carter was about done in. He was pleasantly exhausted, his body aching in all the best places. Sleep would have been nice, but Georgie was very clear about not letting them stay the night.
“Out,” Georgie said firmly, standing naked at the foot of the bed. “Go on, get dressed and all that. Thanks for the fun. You’re both studs and so on.”
Carter didn’t take offense at the way Georgie spoke to them. They’d all gotten off and enjoyed the hell out of it. If Georgie wanted to be crass and dismissive, then whatever. Carter started to sit up while Georgie continued.
“And, Eddie, that’s the limit, just in case you forgot.”
Eddie chuckled. “Georgie, you have a tight ass and all that,” he said, using Georgie’s own words, “but you aren’t the love or fuck of my life.”
Georgie turned his nose up but burst into a fit of giggles. “Thank God. I hate it when men can’t get over this.” He slapped his ass cheek. “Later, or rather, not. Unless Carter wants another hook-up sometime.”
Carter almost told Georgie not to go out of his way for a potential second fuck but decided it’d be wiser not to burn that chance for more sex. “It was fun, Georgie. See you around.”
That was all Georgie needed, apparently. He flitted off to the bathroom and shut the door.
Eddie cleared his throat.
Carter glanced over his shoulder to see the big man watching him as if there was something on his mind. “What? Just say it or ask, whatever it is.”
Eddie held his gaze steadily for a moment then averted it. He reached for his clothes. “I was just wondering if you’d like to go back down to the bar, have a drink, maybe dance some. Or we could— I have an RV since I like to travel every chance I get. We could go back there and fuck.”
Carter’s ass was sore, and it
was getting pretty late. As it was, he’d be tired in the morning. Still, there was something about Eddie. “We could start with a drink, then a dance.”
Eddie beamed at him like Carter had just handed him the winning Powerball ticket. “Great. I’d like that.”
They dressed quickly and left Georgie’s apartment together.
“How long have you been in Odessa?” Eddie asked him as they walked to the bar.
Carter could still feel Eddie’s shaft inside him, a phantom reminder of the hard fucking Eddie had given him. It made thinking difficult to an extent. “Not too long. It’s hot and, well, hot here.”
Eddie laughed. “Aw, man, it is. I’m not from around here either. I work a few hours away, actually, so my RV comes in handy. I just hook it up on the jobsite and there’s home, you know. I had to bring it to Odessa for some work on it, and now I’m glad of that. Wouldn’t have met you otherwise.”
Carter was flustered by that. He peeked at Eddie. He wasn’t sure, but he thought Eddie might be blushing. It was hard to tell by the streetlights. Carter scrambled for something to say in return before the silence stretched on awkwardly. It was growing between them like a frosty cloud spreading out to encapsulate them. Carter’s imagination wasn’t as worn out as his body. He imagined Eddie getting sucked into that cloud and vanishing forever.
“Well, well, I guess I know what you’ve been packing.”
Carter jerked his gaze away from Eddie and they both stopped walking. He cringed inwardly upon seeing Mark standing a few feet away. They weren’t far from the club, less than a block, but there were no other people lingering out front now.
Mark came closer, narrowing his eyes before he flitted them back and forth between Eddie and Carter. “Yeah, I bet Eddie was packing your ass, wasn’t he? Did he have that hot little whore with him, too? Georgie, right?”
Eddie tensed beside Carter. “What’s your problem?”
Mark ignored him and focused on Carter. “You think you’re too good for me, but you’ll spread like a slut for this moron?”
Eddie growled and Carter blanched. Then anger stiffened his spine. “Who I have sex with is none of your business, Mark. All that you need to know is, I won’t have sex with you.”
“Is he your ex or something?” Eddie muttered.
“No.” Carter didn’t offer any more of an explanation.
Mark took a step closer and was once again on the verge of invading what Carter considered his personal bubble space. He could see the anger pinching Mark’s features.
“You think you’re too good for me? Is that it? Or you only like fucking strangers? I can be a stranger, Carter,” Mark rasped as he made an erroneous step forward.
His chest brushed against Carter’s, and Carter didn’t miss the hard brand of Mark’s cock bumping his hip.
“You don’t know me at all,” Mark growled.
It sounded like a threat. Carter reacted before he thought about it, shoving Mark back forcefully. “Get the fuck out of my face,” Carter snapped. “Touch me again and I will make you regret it.”
Mark stumbled back, a twisted grin on his face. “I like this side of you, babe. I bet you’re a fighter, aren’t you? Not like Georgie, who just took it and took it while me and your freak there fucked him.”
Carter shivered and wished he’d had better control over his body at that moment. “He was the other part of the threesome you and Georgie had before?” he asked Eddie without looking away from Mark. Carter didn’t trust his co-worker. Where he’d thought Mark was obnoxious before, now he wondered if Mark was also dangerous.
Mark grinned and bobbed his head.
“It wasn’t—” Eddie began
“Oh yes, me, Georgie and Eddie here had a fuckfest not that long ago,” Mark said, preening. “Eddie sucks.” He flicked a glance Eddie’s way before grinning at Carter again. “Wouldn’t let anyone in his ass, but Georgie is such a whore. He almost made up for Eddie being a pussy.”
“That’s enough,” Eddie barked. “Enough with calling Georgie a whore and—”
Carter had heard enough, too. But the difference was, something inside him felt broken, or at least beaten down. He’d felt a connection with Eddie. Maybe he’d imagined it. If Eddie had been stupid enough to fuck around with someone like Mark, Carter didn’t want to be with him in any capacity. It was a judgy moment for him, and Carter tried hard not to be a prick, yet he couldn’t stop himself from turning and heading for his car.
“Carter,” Eddie called out.
Carter ignored him. He ignored Mark’s yell, too, along with the sound of scuffling behind him. Whatever those two idiots got up to, Carter wanted no part of it. His heartbeat pounded in his ears as he fled.
He ran to his vehicle, feeling oddly as if he were being pursued. Whether he was or not didn’t matter. Carter had the car unlocked before he reached it, and in no time at all he was on the road, no glancing back in the rearview mirror.
He wanted to. He wanted to know if Eddie had chased him. “No,” he said angrily. “Fuck him. Fuck Mark. Fuck them both.” The pleasant sensations he’d had from being thoroughly fucked were gone, and a dull ache spread out in his chest. “Stupid. It’s stupid to feel like I lost someone. I didn’t fucking have Eddie, and if he’s been with Mark then that shows how unchoosy he is!”
So why do I feel like I just lost someone important?
Carter shoved the feeling away and imagined locking it in a box. He wasn’t giving it any more power in his life.
Chapter Five
Friday afternoon, Carter was still feeling the lingering effects of the night before. He wasn’t in the best of moods and anticipated the hiking trip more than ever. It would help him get out of his head.
Sleep had been slow in coming. Damned if he hadn’t kept having visions of Eddie running after him, reaching for him, just barely missing Carter. They were stupid, ridiculous thoughts.
How pathetic am I to want to mean so much to some stranger.
Despite all his chastisements, Carter’s ass was sore, and his thoughts kept drifting to any one of the things he, Eddie and Georgie had done. Then Mark’s words would pop into Carter’s head and send all the good memories plummeting down the toilet.
At least Mark hadn’t been around to bug him today. Carter should have felt bad for being relieved at that, but he wasn’t a perfect person. He’d dreaded facing Mark and had considered calling in sick. That seemed too close to being a coward, though, so Carter had shown up for work.
Logic told him that even Mark would behave while on the clock. He’d never really crossed any boundaries before, and even last night, Carter wasn’t sure if Mark had done anything wrong other than just being an asshole. That was a moral issue, however.
If Mark was stupid enough to harass him on the job, then Mark would face the repercussions of his actions.
In an odd way, Carter understood why Mark had been so mad. He’d thought Carter had lied about the packing part, and had had his feelings, or at least his pride, dented. Even so, Mark had no right to have turned into such a flagrant asshole, saying the things he had. His angry visage had haunted Carter off and on since Carter had gotten home.
Thinking about Eddie both helped and hindered Carter’s attempts at finding some peace. He’d really been attracted to Eddie, and maybe he’d made a mistake in writing him off because of Mark. It wasn’t like Carter hadn’t ever dated some total douches. He supposed it was just because it’d been Mark, of all people, that Eddie had played with before.
Could he forgive Eddie that? Carter didn’t have to give the question much thought. As if Eddie had deliberately offended him, and Carter had the right to offer absolution. Jesus, he was really in a screwed-up mood. Eddie had done nothing wrong. Carter was the one who’d ran like a scared dumbass. Mark was in the wrong, too, but Eddie… He’d done nothing to deserve Carter’s anger. Up until that moment Mark had appeared, Carter had been hoping for maybe something more with Eddie.
Eddie had been fun and fantastic i
n bed. And, add into the fact that Eddie was open to threesomes, it made him even more attractive to Carter. It wasn’t that he wanted an open relationship, exactly, but he did want two men to love. Finding that would be trickier than finding an honest profile on a dating site. Especially if Carter was going to flip out over shit he had no right to flip out about. Geez, he was a headcase sometimes.
What were the chances he could find Eddie again? Carter almost laughed out loud. Eddie probably wouldn’t want shit to do with him after the way he’d hauled ass last night. Very mature.
But, Carter let himself fantasize while he worked. He imagined going back to the bar and finding Eddie there. The whole embarrassing confrontation and fleeing episode wouldn’t have happened, of course. They’d talk, and see if their likes lined up outside of sex.
Sex, Carter was certain, wouldn’t be a problem for them. Eddie had been rough like Carter had craved, and gentle when he’d needed it. The man had read his needs as if he were inside Carter’s head.
There was more to a relationship than sex, though. Carter rolled his eyes. He was imagining a relationship with Eddie, and an unnamed third man, which was stupid considering he didn’t even know Eddie’s last name and—
“Well, you look like you had a rough night.”
Carter kept back a curse word as he glance to his left to find Mark standing there eyeing him. There was a dearth of anger banked in his eyes, but he hadn’t said anything inappropriate.
“Packing is rough,” Carter said dryly. “I even caught my finger in the zipper.”
Mark glared at him for a moment then scowled. He seemed like he was on the verge of exploding. Carter was surprised that all Mark muttered was, “I can’t even tell if you’re joking.”
“I’m not,” Carter informed him.
And that was it, he’d had enough. They were dancing around the shitstorm but work wasn’t the place to address that. Carter would leave it alone for now. Still, he was simply in no mood to tolerate Mark and his borderline creepiness today.