Cody made it to the bed ahead of him and whipped the comforter and top sheet clean off the large mattress.
“I think our man is a little anxious.” Greg stopped at the edge of the bed and changed his hold on Rebecca. He let her slide down his body until her feet hit the floor.
“So am I,” she said. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed close. “Kiss me, please.”
Greg combed his fingers through her midnight-black hair. He used his hold on her silky tresses to pull her head back so he could look into her eyes. Passion flared to life in those beautiful blues of hers. Not a baby blue, but a pure blue that sometimes—like now—appeared almost violet.
“Gladly.” He laid his mouth on hers and drank. He’d never forgotten the flavor of her, despite the fact that years separated their last time from this time.
He used his tongue to taste every bit of her mouth, to dance with hers and stroke her into sweet arousal.
Her nipples poked his chest and he could smell the honey leaking from her body. His heart responded to that sexy scent, and his cock throbbed.
“Holy crap.”
He’d heard the slide of a drawer, and knew Cody had taken a moment to think of protection. Greg’s smile matched Rebecca’s. She looked over her shoulder at Cody, who’d reached into the bedside table drawer and lifted out some of the items he’d found there.
“Do you think Cody’s figured out yet why our town is called Lusty?” Rebecca asked.
“I think I get it,” Cody said. He held up both hands—condoms and lube in the right, handcuffs and flail in the left.
Greg grinned. “Looks like we have just about everything we’re going to need to have ourselves a very good time.”
And then, because he was feeling playful and joyful and free, he picked his Becca up and tossed her onto the bed.
Her laughter ended on a sigh when both he and Cody dove for her at the same time. Greg came down on her left and Cody on her right.
“Ahh, finally. I’m the filling in a man sandwich.”
“Yep. Better than peanut butter.” Cody cupped her cheek and she turned onto her side to face him. He took her face in his hands and kissed her.
Arousal spiked, and Greg rejoiced that he could feel only the heat, only the fire and the burn of it at the sight of his two lovers loving each other. Needing to be a part of them, he ran his hand down Rebecca’s body, and then down Cody’s. Hunger wrapped in deep yearning compelled him, and he moved, making a place for himself between them, settling in at waist level to feast on them both.
He wrapped his hand around Cody’s cock, so damn happy that he was hard and obviously horny. As he gave his man a few hard, masculine strokes, he buried his face in Rebecca’s pussy and began to nuzzle and lick.
“Mmm.” Rebecca’s soft sounds came muzzled. Greg looked up and saw they were still locked at the lips, and that pleased him enormously.
He set out to drive them both wild. The flavor of Rebecca’s cunt fed him a nectar he knew he’d always been missing. Hot and musky, sweeter than honey, Greg savored her even as the taste of her drew him higher and made him harder.
Need turned to frenzy. He took his lips and tongue from her, turned his head, and without taking a single moment to lick or tease, sucked Cody’s cock into his mouth.
“Jesus!” Cody surged into his mouth, giving him two strong pumps. “Stop, or I’m gonna come.”
“I’ll get you hard again,” Rebecca said. “Go ahead and come, baby. Give Greg a good drink.”
Rebecca reached for Cody’s head and dragged him in for another kiss. Greg closed his eyes and focused all his attention on loving Cody.
His cock tasted better than any other, but more, this act, this stroking and sucking and pleasuring satisfied him better than pleasuring any lover ever had, save Rebecca.
Images and emotions swirled through him and he set them all aside, closed them all out. He inhaled and drew in Cody’s unique aroma, the scent of his scrotum and perspiration an aphrodisiac like no other. He swallowed and the flavor of the tiniest drops of pre-cum tasted like the most exotic appetizer.
When he’d drawn Cody’s cock into his mouth the hint of Rebecca’s cunt had still been on his tongue, and the combination of the two tingling on his taste buds damn near made him shoot his load.
Cody’s moans of pleasure thrilled him, and he opened his eyes, just once more, to look up at his two lovers.
Rebecca’s nipples had turned to tight little peaks. Her body, hot with her own arousal, pulsed her fragrance over him, and he knew beyond doubt that this act of joining with him to give Cody release thrilled her, too.
Greg needed to taste him, needed to swallow his cum and taste him as he hadn’t done for weeks. Reaching up, he cupped Cody’s balls and began to squeeze in a rhythm timed with his sucks.
Cody jerked, breaking his kiss with their woman and cried out as he began to come.
Greg sucked hard, swallowing the salty, pungent cream, sucking and sucking until he felt his lover begin to shake, until there was nothing left for him to swallow.
He slowly released his cock from his mouth and sighed. He rested his head on Rebecca’s leg, and caressed Cody’s hip with his own trembling hand.
“God in heaven, babe.” Cody struggled for breath, his words softened by his effort to draw in air.
“Glad you liked it.” Greg leaned forward to kiss Cody’s stomach. Rebecca moved out from under him, but he didn’t even get a moment to wonder where she was going.
She turned around, slithered down the bed, and grasped his cock—his painfully rigid cock—in her hand.
“Your turn,” she said. She gave him the cheekiest smile he’d ever seen. “And something tells me this isn’t going to take long.”
Chapter 12
Her teachers had always told her she was a very quick study. Never had she more appreciated that trait in herself than right now.
She’d watched as Greg had sucked Cody’s cock, and considered it an excellent crash course in how to do the job right—since he who gave also received.
Then she moved down, wrapped her hand around Greg’s cock, and drew it into her mouth. Later she would take time to examine this amazing part of the male anatomy. She’d do a comparison study. The idea flitted across her mind to paint them both in oils—just their cocks—and see if they could tell whose was whose.
Thoughts splintered as the flavor of Greg seeped into her. She moved her head on him, up and down, as she used her tongue to stroke his shaft and her mouth to suction lightly. She tasted the salty drops of dew he gave her and found she hungered for more. She inhaled him, and found the scent of his body alluring and compelling.
She cupped his balls in her hand and marveled at the soft, yet hard weight of them as they seemed to become even hotter, and as it felt as if they drew up.
“God, Rebecca.”
She hadn’t needed his words to know she pleased him. She could feel it and she tasted it. She felt Cody move and when he slid down the bed and fastened his mouth on Greg’s, her own arousal began to spiral.
Why did the sight of them touching, kissing, loving, turn her on so fast, and so much? She had no answers at the moment, and really didn’t care. Only one thing mattered right now and that was making Greg come.
“God, yes!”
His cry heralded the first pulse of his ejaculation, and Rebecca swallowed and sucked even harder. Stream after stream nearly overwhelmed her, but she caught his rhythm. The flavor was more than she’d expected, dark and strong, and yet she wanted, needed more of it. Knowing she gave him this, she understood what Cody had said earlier.
The gift of completion really was its own reward.
“Holy hell.” Greg struggled for breath the same as Cody had. Rebecca gave his softening cock a final little lick, and then let him go. Looking up, she met his gaze.
“Not bad for a first time, huh?”
Greg’s eyes widened, and then he laughed. The sound was joyous and full of fun. “God, woman, yo
u’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”
“She’s a treasure,” Cody agreed. “And do you know what?” He turned his gaze on her and she loved the steely look of purpose he wore. “You were right. I am hard again.”
“Why, so you are, Mr. Harper. What do you suppose we should do about that?”
“You, young lady, are going to grab two of those condoms from the bedside table, and put one on each of us. And then you’re going to lie on your back with your legs spread so I can fuck you.”
“I don’t know if you can call me ‘young’ lady since I do believe I am older than you by three years.”
“It’s not the years, honey,” Cody said. “It’s the mileage.”
Greg moved then, turned over, and got on his knees. He reached over and gave Rebecca a not-so-gentle swat on the ass.
“Hey!” She reached behind to rub her bottom and tried to hide the tiny tremble that vibrated through her.
“That little shiver of pleasure is promising,” Greg said. “Becca, suit us up, baby. And hand me that lube.”
Rebecca couldn’t control the quivers as she hurried to sheath her lovers. She wanted to feel Cody’s cock inside her pussy. But more, she wanted him in her while Greg fucked him. She craved the dark and feral pleasures being offered, and craved to help give Cody what she knew he needed above all else.
Grounding. Connection. Being a part of their triad, melded, together, one.
She wouldn’t think of his pain, except to seek to relieve it. She wouldn’t think of his ordeal except to offer him a safe harbor inside her body.
These were thoughts she’d never had about Greg, and she’d loved him for years. This new love was different—edgier, maybe a little rawer.
She liked doing this, liked holding their cocks, stroking them, and then covering them with the latex. She liked the way they felt covered with that protection, the extra bit of silkiness over hard muscle that was already hot and silky.
“That’s it!” Cody didn’t wait for her to lie supine. With his hands on her shoulders, he practically lifted her then laid her flat.
He spread her legs with his own so that she was open to him. Then the touch of his hand on her pussy, the sensation of his fingers delving deep into her cunt, wrought a moan from her.
“You’re dripping, Blue Eyes. I think you like what we’re doing—to you and each other.”
She saw the need in his eyes, but wouldn’t give him the words, yet. Yes, he needed them, but she would wait until, when hearing them, he’d believe them.
He’d think she spoke only in the moment if she told him she loved him now. So instead, she put her emotions in her gaze and her smile, and asked, “What’s not to like? Please. I need your cock inside my pussy.”
She felt his tremors and knew he needed this, too. Yet he entered her gently, being careful as he pushed his hot, hard cock into her.
It had been a couple of years since she’d taken a man into her body. It wasn’t painful, but the fit of his cock in her pussy was tight, and the sensation of being stretched a rare and exciting one.
“Damn, baby, you’re tight.” Cody withdrew and pushed in, then did it again, and again, and finally he was buried inside her to the hilt.
He rested his forehead on hers and she could feel him fighting for control.
“That looks so fucking hot.” Greg was on his knees behind Cody.
Rebecca could feel his presence so very close, and when Cody lifted his head from hers, she opened her eyes.
Cody was looking over his shoulder, likely at Greg’s cock. “So does that hot rod of yours, lover. I don’t think either of us is going to last.”
“Probably not—at least not this first time. There’s no rule that says we can’t nap and have each other again, later.”
Rebecca didn’t feel as if she was being left out of the conversation, exactly. But she did want to assert that she had been waiting for more than a few moments and wanted Cody to move in her.
So she did what any modern woman would do. She squeezed her pelvic floor muscles with all of her considerable strength in a slow, pussy-stroking-cock contraction.
“Good God Almighty.” Cody snapped his attention back to her and she gave him what felt like a very smug smile. “That’s some damn good muscle tone you have there, Rebecca. Do it again, please.”
She was more than happy to oblige, and Cody returned the favor by thrusting into her pussy, his strokes long and deep.
She felt him shiver when Greg reached toward him. It didn’t take a lot of thinking to know that man had just spread lube on Cody’s anus.
“Stop.” Greg’s one word of command had Cody responding immediately, as he paused midstroke.
“Hey!”
“Patience, Rebecca. I thought it might be fun if we all came together. But Cody needs to hold still and hang onto his urge to come until I’m inside him.”
“Do it!” Cody’s two words sounded half command, half plea.
Rebecca giggled when Greg “tsked.” “I guess I’m not the only impatient one around here,” she said.
“None of us is patient. We’re all too hungry for each other.” Greg said those words between his teeth.
She watched him move and position himself behind Cody, as he put his hands on Cody’s ass.
Cody flexed inside her and she met his gaze. Riveted on hers, it was as if he wanted to share this with her completely.
She could have sworn she felt Greg enter him, for his body shivered and his cock grew, giving a heavy pulse inside her cunt.
“Wait.” He put his head on hers again, and struggled for breath.
Rebecca ran her hands over his head and down his shoulders. As he continued to work at corralling the sensations and the physical urges, she gave way to her emotional ones.
She sighed, and lifted her legs, wrapping them high on his hips, close, very close to Greg’s hands.
When Cody raised his head and met her gaze, she knew passion had consumed him. “Okay, lover. Fuck me.” He moved inside her pussy, thrusts that were deep and fast, yet controlled. He reached down and stroked her clit, and she whimpered because it felt so good.
Hanging on the edge, and hanging by a thread, Rebecca closed her eyes and tried to hold off her own climax.
“God, I can’t wait.” Greg’s voice sounded tight. “You feel so damn good, Cody. And knowing you’re fucking our woman…” He didn’t say any more—likely couldn’t say any more. He growled, and bare seconds later, so did Cody.
Then Cody pinched her clit, and Rebecca cried out. The explosion came as if out of nowhere, her arousal shooting up to full climax in an instant. Her pussy clutched and clenched, and she felt her own juices flowing out. Unable to hold anything back, she screamed as the electric thrills consumed her completely.
* * * *
Rebecca opened her eyes and blinked, trying to clear the sleep from them so she could see. On her stomach, her head on a pillow, she knew immediately where she was. She guessed she’d slept for a couple of hours, because the room was bathed in the shadows of dusk.
On either side of her came the sound of soft snoring. Heat from two male bodies cocooned her and she sighed as the reality of the afternoon washed over her.
When she’d begun to think about what it would mean to have a relationship with Greg Benedict—knowing that he was bisexual and in a relationship with Cody—she’d wondered how reality would measure to imagination.
Sure, thinking about it had aroused her. She’d been pretty certain that she would be at the very least okay with it all. But there’d been a few huge issues to ponder.
It had been nearly ten years since that one time—basically a one-night stand. She thought she was still in love with Greg. But what if she wasn’t? What if all she was really in love with was the memory of a green girl’s infatuation, of her first drink from the cup of Eros? What if that memory, that dream, had taken over and colored reality completely?
Waiting here this past month, first for the tattoo to heal but m
ostly trying to get up her nerve to go and find him, face him, those doubts had worried her.
It was probably the best way for everything to have happened—Robert’s butting in and telling Greg he and his lover could use this cabin that was already in use. She’d had no time to shore up any defenses, and no time to think things through.
She’d come face-to-face with her past and her hopes for the future, and then she’d laid eyes on Cody Harper for the first time and knew she was lost.
Never mind the fear that they wouldn’t get along. She’d never dared to hope she could love him so quickly or so surely.
She knew at this point that her love for him was new. Based on a common passion for art and a chemistry that spoke to her inner woman, there would be time for that love to grow and strengthen and mature.
She hoped.
“You’re thinking pretty loud there, baby.” Greg’s voice, sleep-sexy, rippled down her back.
“I don’t know how to turn the thoughts down. Sorry.”
“You need Greg to give you a back rub. I can tell you, he gives damn good back rubs.”
Cody’s voice, equally husky, just increased the shiver factor. “He does, huh?”
“I can do that.” Greg leaned over and kissed her shoulder. “Lie still. There’s some moisturizer in the bathroom.”
“Not going anywhere.”
Cody chuckled. He reached over and turned on the small lamp on the bedside table.
“Damn, this is one big-ass bed.”
“It’s a bit larger than usual.” Greg returned from the bathroom and climbed back onto the bed, and then onto her. “Because when they furnished this cabin, the Town Trust wanted to make sure there would be room enough for the couple of families that were ménage à quatre.”
“Ménage à quatre?” Cody sounded puzzled.
“Aunt Samantha has three husbands who are brothers—triplets,” Greg said. “Those would be my Uncles Charles, Taylor, and Preston. And, of course, my triplet brothers are married to Maggie.”
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