by Cari Quinn
Tristan slammed the cover closed on his iPad and strode down the hall to meet them at the elevator. The car barely stopped before he was cranking up the gate. Randy was behind her. Their eyes locked and Rand nodded.
He knew Tristan was on the edge.
He was so fucking past the edge he was on another goddamn plane.
He curled his fingers around Juliet’s wrist and pulled her off the elevator and into his loft.
She licked her lips. “Did you like our little—” She yelped as Tristan crouched in front of her without another word. He was prepared to push aside her panties, but she wasn’t wearing them.
Her slit was soaked.
Tristan swiped his tongue up through the wetness she’d created with the help of Randy. Now it was his turn to get a taste. To make her scream. To relieve some of the tension riding him like a fucking demon.
The first hit of her taste on his tongue released a burst of adrenaline he didn’t have full control of. “Hold her,” Tristan said hoarsely.
Rand’s eyes widened as Tristan hooked her knee over his shoulder. She was in heels and the dig of the stiletto in his shoulder was a sweet pain that centered him again. He was wild for her. Too wild.
Rand slid an arm around her shoulders to stabilize her, but it still wasn’t enough.
Tristan needed her wrapped around him.
He should have just dragged her inside, gotten her on a bed, on a floor, on a fucking chair. Anything with a bit of stationary help, but there was no stopping him right now. He wrapped her other leg around his head and hoisted her up.
Randy let her go and whispered, “Holy fuck.”
Tristan twisted and slammed her into the hallway wall. Her legs clamped around his ears and the world became her soft plum scent and darkness. He followed all the instincts and knowledge he had of her body. He slipped a finger along her rosette as she bucked against his face.
She shouted his name.
He heard it around the drowning. He was losing himself in her. The taste of her consumed him as he drank her down. The natural slickness of her coated her thighs and around his knuckle as he widened her. His tongue slid down to her tight pucker then back up to her pussy.
He wanted it all tonight.
She was going to give them everything.
Her thighs shook around his ears as the rafters of the loft swallowed her screams.
Tristan braced himself against the wall, his cock screaming to get inside her.
He held out a hand to Rand. He knew he’d be there. Randy never let him down.
Randy slid his hand over her knee to her thigh as Tristan lowered her to her feet. Her chest was heaving and her dark eyes were nearly black. Rand kept her upright, his mouth at her neck, his hand cupping her breast as she slowly came back to them.
She hiccupped out a sigh with a half-laugh chaser. She smiled down at Tristan as she tucked a lock of blue and blond hair behind his ear. “I’m thinking you liked our present.”
Tristan licked his lips before kissing her inner thigh. “Considering I can still taste you on my lips, I think it’s a safe yes.” He stood up, his cock peeking from his button fly.
Her eyes widened as she looked down. “Oh, it’s been days since I’ve seen you.”
Tristan groaned when she circled his cock. “He’s missed you.”
Randy dragged her shirt open and pushed up the lacy tank. He sucked her nipple into his mouth.
“How am I supposed to concentrate when you do that?” she asked Rand.
Randy let her nipple go with a pop. “That’s the whole point.”
Tristan teased his fingers over her slit as they both pinned her against the wall. “We own you tonight.”
Randy’s eyes were hooded with lust. He cupped her breast, his other hand curled around her back to keep her from banging into the wall too hard. Ever the gentleman, that was Randy. Someday he’d trust that Jules liked a few love bruises.
Jules hissed out a breath. Her lush mouth fell open as Tristan dipped his middle two fingers into her pussy and brushed his pinky along her rosette. “I want everything.” She lifted a hand to Randy’s cheek before lifting her mouth to his. She swiped her tongue along his lower lip. “You inside me.”
Rand’s fingers tightened on her hip. “Yes.”
Jules turned to Tristan. “And you inside me at the same time.” Randy’s lips brushed her cheek, her mouth falling open with a gasp as Tristan’s pinky slipped deeper.
“Like this?” Tristan watched her pupils blow out as he used her wetness to pave the way. It would take a lot more than his pinky to get her ready for both of them tonight. “Only if you’re ready, but fuck, I hope you’re ready.”
She nodded. “So much. I’ve never been more ready.”
Twenty-Four
Tristan withdrew his fingers and growled when she grabbed his hand to bring it to her lips. The side of Tristan’s hand buzzed against Randy’s scruffy cheek as she sucked Tristan’s fingers deep into her mouth.
She pumped Tristan’s cock before letting him go to push him back a step. “Bed. I need you both around me, inside me.”
“Fuck yes,” Randy said against her neck.
They made a chain as Tristan drew Jules forward and Jules linked her fingers with Randy to pull him behind her. As soon as they made it down the hall to Tristan’s room, they both started stripping her.
Tristan moved around to her back and pulled her skirt over her ass. He crouched behind her, dragging his tongue over the swollen lips of her pussy before spreading her cheeks. He stabbed the tip of his tongue into her rosette and used the wetness to help deepen his strokes.
Randy ripped her shirt open the rest of the way and pulled it down her arms. She immediately bent at the waist and widened her stance to urge Tristan’s tongue deeper. Tristan used her open legs to his advantage and worked his thumbs into her pussy as he stroked his tongue deeper. Fuck. He couldn’t keep up with her. She pushed back against each thrust of his tongue eagerly.
Through it all, Tristan heard the slurping sounds of her mouth on Rand. He pulled away from her ass, answering her whimper by burying two fingers into her pussy. “We’re going to fill you so good. For now, take his cock. Take him as deep as you can.”
When her legs shook, and Tristan’s brain was nothing but white noise, he eased back. He swayed a bit when he stood, and his fingers dug into her hips as he watched her suck off Randy. Good goddamn, she had absolutely no gag reflex. Each stroke took his best friend farther into her mouth, filling her throat.
Tris slid his hands forward, kneading her breasts until she purred around Rand’s shaft. “Bed,” Tristan said roughly.
She released Randy with a slurping pop and straightened. She turned to Tristan. “You’re wearing far too many clothes, Mr. Eves.” She looped her arm around his neck. “We should rectify this problem.”
Randy came up behind her, his cock nestling into the crack of her ass. His eyes were glassy with pent-up lust. Tristan had watched Rand go off in the elevator not half an hour ago, but the hunger for this woman never seemed to abate for either of them.
Tristan eased away from her and shucked his jeans, then dragged his T-shirt off. He rounded the bed to the bureau for the tube of lube and a couple of condoms. Jules licked her lips, her focus solely on the tube in his hands. “We’ll take it slow.”
She nodded, eagerness bright in her eyes.
Maybe not that slow. Tristan tossed the supplies onto the corner of the bed, then crawled to the center, his cock arrowing up to get to her. Evidently, his eagerness was on the same level. It felt like it had been ages since he’d been inside her.
Randy helped her onto the bed, but instead of moving toward Tristan both men locked gazes and Randy nodded. Tristan turned her around so she was on her knees facing Randy again. He scooted them back toward the head of the bed until Randy could kneel in front of her.
Tristan slid his hands up her torso and filled his palms with her breasts. “I want you to suck him while I fuck you
from behind. And when you beg me, when I’m certain you can’t wait another minute, I’m going to take your ass.”
She shuddered against him, her mouth seeking out Tristan’s. “I want you both to fill me up.” She reached for Rand, dragging him closer until she was between them both. Her fingers found Randy’s cock and drew the head against her belly.
Tristan looked down as the little bead of pre-cum painted over her skin. She leaned toward Randy, her mouth capturing his as she ground her ass against Tristan’s cock.
The plans bled out of Tristan’s head as her hips rolled against his dick.
She tore her mouth away from Randy’s. “Don’t make me wait.” She drew Randy even closer and Tristan watched her slide Randy’s head against her pussy. She reached behind to Tristan’s cock and tucked it between her cheeks. “I promise, I can take you both.”
Jules lowered her mouth to Randy’s chest. She swirled her tongue around his nipple as she grazed her nails over his belly to fist his cock. Rand slid forward, then sat back on his feet. He dragged the backs of his knuckles over her tits before cupping them both. His thumbs swiped over each tight tip until they were a deep red.
Jules gave a slow hissing moan as Tristan drew his cock along her slit and dragged the wetness back to her ass. She was fucking soaked. He was never going to survive this if he didn’t slow it down. Tristan reached for the lube and one of the condoms. He ripped the packet open.
The tight ring of the condom would help.
The layer of latex should bring him back to center.
Part of him hated the idea of a shield between himself and her sweet body, but then he reminded himself just how tenuous this entire situation was. Protecting her was the only thing that mattered.
Tristan peered over her shoulder and wished he hadn’t.
She had Rand in hand, her sure fingers dragging the condom over his length with a slowness that drove Tristan insane. Rand maneuvered his legs out so he could take her astride him.
Jules reached behind and found Tristan. He groaned as she grasped his length, tugging up and down on his shaft before she reluctantly let him go. She looked over her shoulder at him, her hair tumbling down her spine as she dropped back her head. A moan purred out of her elegant throat as she widened her legs and slid down Randy’s cock ever so slowly.
Tristan moved forward to guide her hips in a slow, smooth ride on Randy’s cock. He watched as his best friend disappeared inside her pussy again and again. When Randy widened his legs and drove up inside of her, harder than before, she draped herself over his shoulders and hung on, allowing Tristan to use her body as a conduit.
Tristan rotated her hips slightly.
He’d been learning her body for weeks now. He knew the angles she needed to get off. The angles that helped her to prolong the pleasure, and the angles that would make her fucking scream.
He wanted her to scream.
Tristan felt the trembles up her spine. His fingers dug into her ass, and all the while, his thumbs swiped over the crease between her cheeks. She pushed back on him the closer he got to her little rosette. With each clench of her pussy, there was an equal tightening of that little ring.
Fuck.
He wanted inside there so bad.
He fumbled for the lube beside him and took a moment to get her ready. She shuddered and cried out at the coolness on her flesh. But it was a warming lube, and a moment later, her gasps turned to moans as Tristan rubbed it into her. As he pushed his thumb inside her.
He groaned at how tight she was. How she pushed back on him. She wanted it. He could feel it in each shudder and groan. His thumb slid past the rigid muscle and he widened her ever so slightly with each undulation of her hips.
“You okay, baby?” Tristan asked.
“Oh, God.” Her hips lifted to meet his strokes. Rand changed angles, reclining a bit so he could power up into her.
Tristan could feel him. Such a thin bit of skin between him and Rand’s driving cock. Christ, he’d never actually participated in a double penetration with a woman. Before this, the few times he’d partied with a couple, it had always been sharing from a distance.
He plowed a girl or got a blowjob as the other fucked her from behind.
There was always a bit of space.
Nothing this intimate.
No sharing to this level—ever.
Tristan crowded in on her, kneeling between Randy’s legs so he could at least tease her. He needed to prepare her for this. And they needed to be careful. He didn’t ever want to hurt her. This should only be a place of pleasure.
Tristan gripped Randy’s thigh to let him know he was there.
Randy immediately slowed.
Jules gave a dismayed moan. “No. Feels so good. So good when you fill me up like that. So fucking hard.”
Tristan moved her hair and kissed her neck. “Shh, babe. I want in there too. Your sweet little ass should be filled up too. Don’t you want that?”
She nodded. “Yes. Oh, yes.” Her mouth was slick and swollen, abraded by Rand’s scruff. Tristan wanted to make his mark too. He wanted to make sure there was never a doubt that he’d been involved with them.
Tristan nudged them over a bit so that Randy could stretch out diagonally across the bed and she could have something to hold onto. Her knees hugged Randy’s ribs as he fucked her. There was no stopping the train. Randy was lost in her.
Tristan couldn’t blame him. How many times had he lost track of the room, time and place, and even himself once he’d gotten inside of her? So goddamn many. And now this to add to it all? There were endless pieces of her floating in his head. Here and now, there was another first.
He slid the heel of his palm up her spine and gripped her hair. “I need you to slow down. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She reached out blindly and found the post of his bed frame. “Yes. Yes, now.”
Tristan’s knee bumped into Rand’s inner thigh. The intimacy level was ratcheting up. No avoiding it. They’d always managed to have their own space when they were fucking her. Not now. Not here. There was no space. There was only her.
Getting inside of her.
Sharing her.
On every fucking plane.
Tristan reached behind him for the tube of lube. She needed just a bit more. He uncapped it, then gripped her hips. “Lean forward, baby.” He scraped his teeth over her shoulder and brushed his cock along the seam of her ass. His balls dragged over the space in between. Rand was there.
Rand’s engorged cock pulsed inside her as he tried to slow it down. He was fucking close. Tristan knew the signs. Knew Rand almost as well as he knew himself.
He drizzled the warming lubricant over her ass. It found every crevice, pooling over their joined bodies. The glistening skin served as a neon sign for his cock. Tristan fisted himself while he collected the pool of liquid to rub against her.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
She was stretched over Randy, one hand bracing herself as her hips moved restlessly. She pushed back on Tristan when he would have slowed down. “Inside, inside, inside.” Her voice was a chant of sighs. “You’re killing me.”
His head passed through the ring of muscle and he released a breath. So goddamn tight. He canted his hips and hissed. Her. She was everywhere. And so was Randy. Tristan sucked in a breath as his cock slid ever deeper into her body. Her breathless moan matched his. She felt so taut and perfect. So foreign and so much like coming home.
He gently glided inside of her, his entire shaft brushing along Rand’s with only the barest of shields between them. It took a moment, but they found a rhythm. She rose up and gripped the post. Rand followed her, his mouth latching onto her swaying breast.
“Yes.” The word exploded between all of them. “More.”
Tristan tried to keep his strokes smooth and slow, but the more she moved, the more he wanted to surge into her. He reached up to grip her shoulder, her hair at the nape of her neck. He dragged her upright and everything seemed to sto
p in his brain. He snapped his hips forward as Randy withdrew.
The race was on.
Then there was only them in tandem. They both filled her and her shouts of reaction seemed to only increase the speed and friction between all of them.
Tristan reached around to the front of her and found her swollen clit. She trembled, her thighs shaking so hard he worried that it was too much for her. He tried to slow down and she stretched a hand behind her, blindly reaching for him.
Her hands gripped his hair and he followed her down until his mouth was at her neck. “You like this? Want it this hard?”
“More,” she said on a ragged moan. “I’m going to come. Don’t stop.”
“Never.” He hammered into her, keeping his fingers busy between their bodies. Randy held onto her. His head was thrown back and the cords of his neck stood out in stark relief.
Sweet fuck, they were all on the edge.
Tristan doubled his efforts on her clit, as he pressed her harder into Randy until the friction was unbearable.
Her screams seemed like she was a moment away from pain, but then the sounds tumbled into a void. He didn’t know if it was because his own blackness was taking over, or because she was so far gone that words and sounds couldn’t even materialize.
Tristan pulled out of her and whipped the condom off. His cum splashed along her back and striped the curve of her ass. She collapsed on Randy as he gripped her hips and slammed into her one more time, erasing the space between them.
His bellow was more animalistic than Tristan had ever heard before.
She curled her arm under Rand’s neck and simply held on until they were nothing but a pile of sweat and skin. Her other hand gripped Tristan’s ass to make sure he didn’t get away. Her nails bit into his flesh when he tried to move.
“Not yet,” she whispered.
Tristan couldn’t deny her. Not now.
Perhaps not ever.
They slowly slid to a more relaxed position with a sleepy and sated Juliet between them. She let her head fall back against Tristan and hooked her leg over Randy’s hip. “Holy fuck.”