“Don’t talk about her like that. I want to do no such thing.”
“Liar.”
The words hung between them heavy and solid, as the tension grew until Zane couldn’t stand it anymore. Fisting his hands in the other man’s shirt, he yanked him closer and slanted his lips over his in a manner he’d wanted to ever since Sean had walked back in his life.
Sean pushed him away with a muttered no, but that one word was enough to grant Zane access. Grasping the other man’s head, he pulled it down and shoved him backward at the same time. Sean’s ass rested on the edge of the table, and Zane thrust his tongue into his friend’s mouth.
Sean responded like he hoped he would, by wrapping his arms around Zane and kissing him back with all the underlying simmering passion that always flared to life between them. Sean had been the first and the last man Zane had ever been with, and this—the raw need and connection between them—was why.
Teeth clashed as they devoured each other’s mouths. Tongues dueled for dominance in a dance that Zane never wanted to end. It was Sean who broke away first. Panting for breath he rested his forehead on Zane’s and grumbled his denial.
“This is wrong. We can’t do this, not without Sandy.”
The soft feminine gasp swiveled both their attention to the doorway. Judging by Sandy’s flushed expression, and the way her breasts heaved against the fabric of her dress, she was as turned on as they were. Her nipples poked through their restraints like “come suck me” beacons, and her pupils were so dilated, her hazel eyes looked almost black. He could see the telltale clenching of her thighs. The little minx was getting off watching them, and that would never do.
“Stop that right now, baby girl. Who do your orgasms belong to?”
Her eyes widened further at his growled question, and Sean let him go with a low whistle of appreciation.
“You, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. It’s just. Please don’t stop on my account. That was so hot. You two together is hot.”
The whispered words were music to his ears, and Sean swore and approached her.
“I swear I didn’t mean to … fuck. I want you in on this.” He held out his hand, and Zane held his breath, wondering what his wife would do. She looked between that hand and him, and at his nod of encouragement slid hers into Sean’s. The minute she did his buddy growled and, pushing her up against the wall, kissed her. Her whimper of need shot straight to Zane’s cock. Already rock hard from the kisses he’d shared with Sean, seeing the other man devour his wife made him even harder. Sean brought his hands down to Sandy’s ass and lifted her up. Her legs came around his hips, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going to happen next. The way those two were dry humping each other was such a fucking turn-on. She was close. Zane could tell by the little whimpers his wife was making, as was Sean. His hips rocked into Sandy’s pussy with ever increasing speed, until the two of them came together in a spectacle so hot to witness, that Zane yanked down his trousers, pulled out his cock and pumped. He was so revved up it only took a few strokes before he exploded all over his hand. Thick ropes of cum shot out all over the polished floor, and he collapsed into the chair he’d been leaning against with a muttered curse as his legs gave way.
****
Over the blood rushing in his ears, Sean heard it. The unmistakable growl that signaled Zane reaching his climax. Fucking A. His own release soaked his boxers, and he smiled in grim amusement. It had been a hell of a long time since he’d come in in his trousers like a fucking teenage boy. Then again, with sweet little Sandy’s mewls of surrender still ringing in his ears, her hot puffs of air racing across his neck, where she’d burrowed in in seeming embarrassment, he reckoned he wouldn’t have been human, had he managed to hold back. The damp heat of her pussy against his clothed cock made his dick semi harden anew. Now this, he could work with. The recovery speed of his teenage years with the experience of a grown ass man. A genuine smile formed on his lips, as he glanced across at Zane. His buddy froze, mid tucking himself away again, seeing his raised eyebrow, and just like that they were back to their old dynamic.
Damn it, that felt good and had so not been what he’d been expecting when he sought out Zane. Unsuited to Civvie street, as he was with his particular skill set, he’d been down on his luck. Pissed off living in shabby hostels, he’d taken his pride in his hands and knocked on Zane’s office door. He’d hoped for a job, not the instant connection that had sprung up between them again, made ten times more potent by the passage of time. The boy he’d known had grown into a mature man. A very successful business entrepreneur and above all happily married. To the very woman who stirred in his arms and tried to push him away.
Sean tightened his hold on her delectable ass cheeks in response, and a truly cock-hardening moan came from the woman in his arms.
“Please, let me go. This isn’t me. I don’t … mph.”
Sean shut up her protests by the extremely expedient method of kissing her. She struggled for a few seconds before she went pliant in his arms. Her hands snaked over his shoulders and locked behind his neck as he lifted her higher, to enable him to deepen the kiss.
Sandy tasted of chocolate and coffee, mixed in with the dark spice that Zane used. In short, she tasted of home, salvation, hope, and dammit, he wanted her. Wanted both of them, writhing under his hand, as he took ownership of them both. Sean put all of his emotions into the kiss, all too aware of the heat at his back that alerted him to Zane’s presence. Sure enough, when he broke the kiss and gently set his precious bundle of curves back on the floor, her husband was right there.
Sean handed Zane his wife and smiled at them both.
“Convince her this is indeed her, will you, buddy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Sandy gasped. Her eyes fluttered open, and the hazel orbs grew lighter as confusion warred with arousal. Sean ached to pull her back in his arms, to take her out of her head for a while until there was no room for doubt, but that wasn’t his place. Not yet, might never be, because she needed to give her consent. They had both railroaded her enough.
Zane dropped a kiss on her button nose, and some of her agitation fled.
“Tell me you didn’t enjoy that, baby girl.”
Sandy looked between her husband and Sean, and he could almost see the cogs whirring in her brain, as she connected the dots.
“What did you just call him?” she asked, her voice barely above a breathy whisper. Zane shot him a glance and Sean smiled in encouragement. From the little he’d observed of his buddy’s dynamics with his wife, Zane had this.
Sure enough, Zane raised an eyebrow and lowered his voice.
“There’s nothing wrong with your hearing, so I know you heard me.” The intonation he put on that one word wasn’t lost on Sean. Zane had borne the worst of the shell blast they’d both been subjected to all those years ago. An ice-cold vise squeezed his chest, making breathing difficult, as all the near misses of his career threatened to suck him under. Now was not the time, nor the place, dammit.
Besides, Sean was one of the lucky ones. He’d chosen to leave the service rather than being forced to retire by the medics, like his buddy had. Not that you’d ever guess Zane’s disability. He’d hidden it well, and the tiny hearing aid needed to enhance the hearing in his one good ear was almost invisible to the untrained eye.
And the man had the delightful Sandy, who blushed the prettiest shade of pink, and lowered her gaze to the floor in sweet submission.
“I’m sorry, Sir, it’s just … I mean … I wasn’t…” She bit her lip, making both men groan, and gave up trying to justify herself.
“I take it you never told her about that side of our relationship, Zane?”
His buddy shook his head and Sandy tensed.
“Why not?” he asked.
“It didn’t seem relevant at the time, but…” Zane paused, wrapped his hand back in Sandy’s long auburn curls and tugged her head up to ensure she looked at them both. When she did the utter trust tha
t shone from her hazel orbs took Sean’s breath away. It also made that never far away ball of disappointment, of longing, bounce around his gut. He would have to earn that level of commitment from her, if she agreed to be his. Zane’s next words brought that ball to jarring halt.
“Sean taught me everything I know. He wasn’t just my commanding officer, he was and is my friend, my Dom, the one person who got me before you came into my life, baby girl. I trust him with my life, and I want you to trust him, too. He won’t steer us wrong, not in a scene anyway.” Zane smirked at Sean, and Sean’s hand itched to turn his buddy’s ass raw for that. It had the desired effect on Sandy, however, because her lips quirked in amusement, and she glanced across at Sean briefly from under her eyelashes.
“Well, if that’s the case, Sir, might I remind you to watch your tone. If I talked about you like that, I dare say my butt would be red already.”
Sean threw his head back and laughed, and Zane frowned.
“Let me worry over that, baby girl. If I was you I’d worry over your own behind. You came without permission, did you not? What shall we do about our naughty little girl, Sean?”
Sandy opened her mouth as though to protest, but one glance at both of them seemed to make her think better of it.
“I’ll let you know that once I know for sure that Sandy is our girl.” Sean dropped his voice on purpose, let it take on that edge he knew would get through to any submissive, and sure enough a shiver went through Sandy. He reached across to enable him to place his hand on her throat and squeezed. Not enough to cut off her air supply, just enough to make his intentions clear, and her pretty little bow mouth opened in a silent plea.
“I need to hear her say she wants this, and if she does I need to know her safewords, not that I have any intention of taking things too far, not tonight, at least.” Another one of those telling gasps came from Zane’s wife, and her heart rate went crazy under his fingertips.
The sweet musk of aroused woman hit his nostrils, made him rock hard again, and judging by Zane’s grunt and the way he shifted from foot to foot, his buddy was in the same predicament.
“Well, little one, what will it be?”
Chapter Three
Sean’s growled question left her breathless and so damn aroused she could feel the trickle down the inside of her thigh. The lacy thong—a matching counterpart to her bra—had long since stopped offering any protection from her own desire. Her pussy felt swollen and so sensitive after that delicious orgasm she’d ridden out against the massive bulge in Sean’s trousers, it wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge again.
Wasn’t this her deepest, darkest fantasy come to life? They’d talked about in on occasion in the past, and Zane had always been too possessive to go through with it. Only at her last birthday, he’d apologized to her for not being able to fulfil that particular fantasy. In any case, Zane did such an awesome job with his cock and the help of dildos that she’d never felt like she’d missed out on the whole double penetration thing. It was one of their favorite scenes, in fact, but this… Being the meat in between this particular male sandwich … good grief, if she got this turned on just imagining it, what would the real thing be like? She’d never survive it, and more importantly what would that do to her relationship with Zane?
How could she love him like she did, yet be this drawn to his buddy? This was all kinds of wrong, wasn’t it? Even as she thought that, she told the rational side of her brain to take a fucking hike. Zane wasn’t only her husband, he was also her Dom, and she trusted him implicitly. As crazy as it sounded, the last few minutes since she’d walked in on the two of them kissing, she’d never felt closer to him. And if this was what Zane wanted, needed, as she was fast beginning to realize, then they could make this work. After all, he’d fulfilled every one of her fantasies over the last ten years, and plenty she hadn’t even known she’d had, so if he needed this…
Stop thinking about it and just go with it. Especially as you want this, too.
Taking a deep breath in, she nudged her chin up, and searched her husband’s expression. He looked pensive, tense almost, as he waited for her answer, and as for Sean? She could feel the heat in his gaze scorch her skin as though it was his hands not his eyes that devoured her. His steady hold on her throat, while Zane kept his hand wrapped in her hair in clear signal of his ownership of her, further grounded her.
“Is this what you want, Sir?” she asked Zane, and the flash of hope, of excitement in his amber eyes was all the confirmation she needed. “This won’t change things between us?” She hated how needy that sounded, hated how she couldn’t just shut off her brain and simply grab the pleasure on offer.
Zane shook his head and released her. Sean, too, let go of her, and, bereft of their combined possession, Sandy shivered in the warm room. She wrapped her arms around herself to chase away the goosebumps that seemed to invade every inch of her skin.
“It will change things, but I hope for the better.” Sean’s answer made her draw in a sharp breath. “I promise I’ll take good care of both of you, and if this isn’t working for you, I’ll leave. The last thing I want to do is come between husband and wife, Dom and sub. This won’t work without your consent, Sandy. But know this.” He paused, rubbed his large hands up and down her exposed arms and swore softly under his breath. “Jesus, you’re frozen. Perhaps we ought to shelve this for now. We all got rather in a mess earlier, and I think we need a shower, don’t you, pet?”
Something warm and cozy uncurled inside her chest hearing her call him that. As generic as that title was her submissive side lapped up the concern, the care behind his words, and it made her blurt out her own question.
“Together, as in all of us?”
Sean’s brows drew together, and Zane smiled.
“If we get into a shower together, you know what will happen, baby, and—”
“Maybe that’s what I want, just for tonight?” Her cheeks heated at her having interrupted her husband, but in for a penny in for a pound and all that. “I mean you ask me if this is what I want, but how can I know that? How can I know if this will work without trying it on for size so to speak?”
Both men smirked, and she knew immediately that had been the wrong choice of words, as confirmed by Sean’s amused laughter.
“Is your sub not only insulting the size of our cocks, but also our ability to satisfy her needs, buddy? Are you going to stand for that, Zane?”
Her husband crossed his arms over his chest and spread his legs in a move designed to let her know she’d just displeased him, and her heart turned into a jackhammer.
“I most certainly will not, Sean. Tell your Sirs your safewords, girl, before we turn that delicious butt of yours red.”
Lordy, your Sirs, that sounded way too promising. From somewhere she found her voice. Admittedly a breathy porn star impression of her usual cadence, as she recounted the traffic lights system.
“Red for stop, yellow for I need a minute, and green for all systems go. I—yikes.”
The world tilted as Sean lifted her effortlessly and flung her over his massive shoulder. The breath whooshed out of her lungs, and her scrambling hands were caught in Zane’s as he grasped her wrists and grumbled his command.
“Hold still. What color are you now, girl?”
“Green Sir, I … ow.”
The swat to her ass really stung. Sean hit much harder than Zane ever did, and he didn’t stop as he rained blows on her ass that brought tears to her eyes, before he stopped and rubbed that area with one hand while the other dove between her thighs. She couldn’t help her groan of need, as his questing fingers made contact with her slit.
“Hmm, our girl likes a spanking, I see. She’s sopping wet for us, Zane. Here, taste.”
Zane transferred both of her wrists in one of his hands, and then presumably licked her cum off his buddy’s fingers. Sandy tried in vain to blow her hair out her face to see, but her hearing worked just fine.
Those slurping noises cou
ld only mean one thing, and she grew wetter still.
“Hmm, delicious, lead the way to the shower, so that we can properly enjoy her.”
With that, Zane released his hold on her, and she was treated to the awesome view of Sean’s ass cheeks clenching in his trousers as they started the trek up the stairs to their wet room. Her excitement grew with each step, not least because Sean swatted her ass with every step. Alternating hard swats with far too arousing rubs of his hands while he murmured his approval of her behind.
“Hmm, you really have the most delicious ass. I can’t wait to bury myself balls deep in it while Zane fucks your sweet pussy. Would you like that, pet?”
“God, yes, green, Sir.”
Sean’s big shoulders shook in silent amusement, and Zane, too, laughed.
A door opened and banged shut, and then Sean slid her slowly down his front.
“Here we are. I’ve had some additions made to this room over the years, as you can see,” Zane said. The deep, rough timbre of his voice caused a renewed ache in her pussy, as Sean stood her gently on her feet and looked around.
“So I see. I’m glad there’s plenty of room for all of us. I do hate to be cramped in the shower.” With that he grasped the front of Zane’s shirt and kissed him. Just like it had before, seeing Sean kiss her husband, and the way that quickly turned passionate sent Sandy’s pussy into spasms of delight, especially when Sean reached blindly out to her and pulled her into the embrace. He wrenched his mouth off Zane’s and kissed her, while Zane nibbled that spot just under her ear designed to drive her wild, while he grasped her breasts from behind. With the unerring certainty of a man who knew his way around her body, he found her nipples and tugged. Sandy groaned her need into Sean’s mouth, while she yanked at his shirt. Her fingers briefly encountered hair-roughened abs, before her wrists were grabbed and held high above her head. Sean continued kissing her, while Zane tortured her nipples through the fabric of her dress. Every pull sent darts of pleasure to her clit, and she moaned her denial when he withdrew his talented fingers.
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