by Celia Kyle
When she grasped his tie in her hand, his cock hardened further. He loved this side of her. His best friend hadn’t been lying when he’d warned that Ashley was a closet switch those couple of months ago. He’d blown the comment off and allowed her to take her pleasure when the three of them were together. At the time, he knew it was their last night together and didn’t want to ruin anything by denying either of them.
Ashley dragged him through the open doorway and he stopped in his tracks, nearly choking when she kept moving and he didn’t. “Ashley? Richard?” His best friend sat in Ashley’s favorite chair in the corner, his boxer briefs barely containing the hard-on he sported.
She stopped when she neared the bed and turned to him, that evilly aroused expression back in place. How someone could make him quake in fear and make his dick hard at the same time, he didn’t know.
“You, of course, know Richard. He is here to fulfill one of your fantasies this evening.”
His…fantasy? No. Oh, no. He’d had one fantasy and it sure as shit didn’t involve Richard and there was no way…
“Shh…” Ashley pulled him close and nudged him to the bed. She stepped between his knees and pulled his face to her chest. “It’s okay, Trevor. I’m not making this an either-or situation, but I just thought…”
She thought that since she trusted him, he should trust her, and fuck if she wasn’t right. Damn it. He pressed his face harder between her breasts, inhaling her scent and relishing having her in his arms again. What a twisted sex life they had. Fun as fuck, but twisted all the same.
He nodded and pulled back to look into her eyes. “Are you sure about this, Ashley? I thought all of this was to get us back together.”
She shook her head and turned her attention to the man in the corner. “You were right; he’s an idiot.” She looked down at him again. “But you’re my idiot, right?” He nodded. Idiot didn’t mean stupid. “So, here’s the deal. Richard helped you give me something special—”
“And I’ve always wanted a chance at your ass…” Goddamn, the man’s voice was deep and rough. He’d confided to Ashley that not only was Richard a perfect specimen of all that was male, but he had a voice that could make a straight man come as well. And now that voice was talking about him like he was a prize to have. He didn’t think his dick could get harder than it was with Ashley in front of him, but suddenly he felt a warm presence behind him and it did.
Strong arms encircled him. Callused hands stroked his neck and grasped his chin, tilting his head back until he looked into Richard’s gaze. “This is about you tonight, Trev. We’ve known each other twenty years and lusted after each other just as long. You love Ashley and I’m unlovable, but I’m not dumb enough to pass this up. One night, Trev. That’s all this is.”
One night. One night with the two people he loved most, and then he could start his life with Ashley. He nodded and that seemed to be the only signal Richard needed to dive in. His best friend’s mouth captured his in a soul-searing kiss. Firm lips pressed against his, and a strong tongue licked the seam of his lips. Trevor hesitated, unsure if he could do this, when Richard nipped his lower lip and lust overrode any other objections he may have had.
Trevor opened his mouth to Richard, and just as their tongues touched a sharp tug on his hair pulled their mouths apart. Hearing Richard’s muffled “ow” meant that Trevor wasn’t the only one getting his hair pulled. Now, they both shifted their attention to Ashley.
“Now that I’ve got your attention…” She raised that wicked brow at Richard and Trevor felt his dick throb. “Trevor, your safe word is Smurfette.”
Trevor looked at her, and it didn’t take him long to realize she was serious. “Smurfette?” She nodded and damned if she didn’t look pleased with herself, too. “Why Smurfette?” Laughing right now would be a bad, bad thing. Bad. He felt Richard’s silent chuckles and fought the urge to elbow his best friend.
“She’s only the greatest Dominatrix ever.” The woman even said it with a straight face.
“Really? Smurfette?”
She crouched down, planted her hands on his knees, and looked him in the eyes. “Do you know of any other woman in the world who has an entire village of men at her beck and call?” She stood tall and crossed her arms beneath her breasts. “Well, do you?”
“Do I what?” He couldn’t really think right now. Perhaps she could leave a message and after he got done staring at her breasts and pussy he could answer her questions.
Though, Ashley didn’t seem too tolerant at the moment. She snapped her fingers in front of his face, and he dragged his attention to her. “Smurfette. Got me?”
He nodded. His brain was on “fuck me” overload, and his cock wanted inside her while his ass wanted Richard inside him. All he knew was that he needed to come. Soon.
Ash just sighed, seeming to understand that he was beyond thinking, and Richard just kept laughing, only now it was out loud. She turned her attention to Richard, giving the man orders. “Get him naked and get him fucked already. He’s useless until he comes.”
At least she said it with a smile.
It didn’t take long for Richard strip him bare. He’d caught sight of some scissors on the bedside table when he walked in and worried that Ashley planned on cutting his clothes off as he’d done to her once, but it seemed like all three of them were anxious to get his clothes off. By the time Richard was done, both he and his friend were naked while Ashley still wore what was left of her clothes.
“Baby?” He wanted her breasts on display for him or in his mouth, but he wanted them out of that leather corset.
She seemed to read his mind and just smiled. “Are we thinking about a little blue lady?”
“No.” Hell, no.
“Then you don’t get to make demands or question.” She patted his cheek and pushed him back onto the bed.
With the two of them watching and his dick standing straight up between his legs, Trevor centered himself on the bed and waited. Richard knelt between his legs and stared. The man didn’t move a muscle beyond the rise and fall of his chest and stared at Trevor’s cock, making him nervous. They’d seen each other naked before on that night two months ago, but Richard acted like he’d never seen him hard and ready.
“Beautiful,” Richard whispered.
“Isn’t he though?” Ashley replied, as she crawled to kneel at Trevor’s head. Her knees settled on either side of his face while she leaned against the headboard, and the musky scent of her arousal nearly overwhelmed him. Ashley stared into his eyes, and Trevor groaned in frustration as the two of them just stared at him.
“Damn it, do something,” he growled, unable to hold it in any longer.
Ashley tsked. “Naughty, Trevor. Now you’ll have to really suffer.”
She smiled and he swallowed the growing lump in his throat. Damn, he prayed it was the good kind of trouble that he used to make her suffer through. Anything as long as it wasn’t this watching and not touching thing.
Ashley leaned over him, spreading her legs as she brought her upper body down against his abdomen. Closer and closer her heavenly pussy came. He fought the urge to nibble and lick her thighs as she wiggled her sweet cunt closer to his mouth until the tiniest hint of space separated her pussy from his tongue and lips.
“Trevor,” she called to him as she wrapped her fingers around his cock. “You be a very good boy while I suck your cock and Richard fucks you and maybe I’ll let you come.”
Finally! Wait. Maybe? There were no maybes in threesomes. Hadn’t she read the threesome handbook?
All objections died in his throat the minute her sweet, scorching mouth encircled his cock. She lapped at the head of his dick before swallowing as much of him as he knew she could. Trevor was honest with himself. What he lacked in girth, he more than made up for in length, and nothing compared to having Ashley’s mouth on his cock. With the exception of being in her ass or pussy, of course.
She wiggled her musky pussy over his mouth, and he dove i
n, lapping and licking her juices from her thighs first and then working his way toward her center. He’d never get enough of her gorgeous pussy. Never.
Her plump, pink lips beckoned him as her curvy thighs boxed him in. When he reached her inner lips, drinking from her very heat, he was rewarded with a moan that wrapped around his dick and shot straight to his balls. He moaned in return, and the two of them turned into human vibrators, Richard completely forgotten as they sucked and licked each other.
Well, forgotten until a large, slick finger probed his ass, that is. Trevor didn’t mean to, but he couldn’t help but tense, his ass clenching against the invasion.
Ashley released his cock with a pop the moment his tongue froze on her clit. She continued to stroke his dick, but spoke in a soft, soothing voice against his heated skin. “Shh… It’s okay, baby. Just relax. Richard’s not doing anything more than I’ve done before…”
She licked around his crown and wiggled her sweet ass above him, signaling him to get back to work and he did.
Pleasure slid and slipped over him in great glorious waves when Ashley went back to licking and sucking his cock. Without asking for permission, he grasped her hips, holding her pussy steady over his mouth so he could give her the attention she deserved. All the while he felt Richard between his legs.
Richard stroking his inner thighs.
Richard sliding his feet and spreading his knees apart.
Richard fondling his balls while that thick finger circled his ass.
Fuck, he nearly came when Richard’s slick fingertip stroked over his back hole. Around and around, his friend slid that finger as if he were following a twirling path to the center. He imagined Ashley watching as his friend and their now mutual lover toyed with his ass. Finally, Richard pushed that finger into his ass, and Trevor’s hips nearly left the bed with the pure unadulterated pleasure of being penetrated. It’d been too long since he’d had something in his ass. Before tonight, it’d been a long ago event that he and Ashley had shared. Now, now he was being penetrated by a man, a real man, who was hard as a fucking rock for him.
“So hot, so fucking hot.” Richard’s voice poured over them like smooth, aged whiskey, and he felt Ashley’s tremor mirror his own. Damn, but the man had a voice.
Richard was pumping his finger in and out of Trevor’s ass now, sliding with ease past the rings of muscle that had previously denied him entrance. Like a whore, Trevor spread his legs, waiting for Rich to give him more, to take more.
He didn’t have to wait long. Rich added another finger, and Trevor breathed through the burning pain, bearing down as he’d told Ashley to do so many times before when they’d had anal sex. Relax, bear down, push out, baby, and let me in.
Those same words came from the other end of the bed and wrapped around his dick. “Relax…so pretty. So hot with Ash wrapped around that dick of yours, Trev. Can’t wait to get my cock in you, stretch you good, fuck you better.”
Goddamn, but his whole body felt those words, felt the love, trust, and caring behind them. He wiggled and rocked with Ashley above him, meeting Rich’s fingers with each thrust of his hand, dying to have something bigger in him.
He pulled his mouth away from Ashley, her juices coating his chin. “Fuck me, please, Rich, fuck me.”
He couldn’t stand it anymore. Her mouth, her pussy, those fingers in his hole. It was all too much, and he sure as hell didn’t want to come without a real live cock up his ass. He made a note to buy Ashley a strap-on just as soon as they settled everything, since he knew this was a one-time shot with Rich.
And then… Something bigger, hotter, wetter was poised at his ass, pressing forward and shoving its way into him. Trevor took a few deep breaths, blowing the hot air across Ashley’s pussy while he begged his body to let Rich in. He grunted when the man got past the first ring of muscle and groaned when he slid past the second.
Inch by inch, he felt Richard enter him until the man’s voice swept over them again. “Sit up, Ashley, and scoot to the side. The men are about to fuck, baby.”
Fuck, his cock thumped in time with his raging heart, and he gripped her thighs, not wanting her to leave.
Ashley released his cock with a soft pop and slipped beside him, pressing those curves he loved against his side. His eyes were closed, his ass was full, and all he could think about was the musky scent of the woman next to him. “Thinking about a little blue Domme, Trev?”
Richard wrapped his arms around Trevor’s thighs and tugged him up a little, positioning him as he desired. Trevor moaned and tossed his head side to side when the man’s dick glanced across his prostate. When the tremors died down, he opened his eyes to meet Ashley’s concerned gaze.
“No, baby, no blue Dommes.” He turned his attention to Richard, his best friend and the only man he’d ever let near his ass. “Nothing blue about today at all. Fuck me, Rich.”
A Nine Inch Nails song about fucking like an animal poured through his mind while Richard repositioned himself, leaning over Trevor and easing his dick even farther into his ass, stroking that sweet spot again. Feral. Nothing but feral hunger was in Richard’s eyes, and Trevor’s balls drew up tight.
With slow, deliberate strokes, Richard slid in and out of his ass while Ashley watched. His woman seemed to not be able to get enough of watching them together, and Trevor was thankful for her openness and understanding when it came to him wanting something in his ass. Even if that something was his best friend.
Again and again Richard shoved his dick into Trevor. He hit that sweet spot that brought stars to his eyes with every thrust, and Trevor groaned and moaned his approval. In and out. In and out. Richard kept a steady, smooth rhythm while he reamed his ass. That fat cock that felt as wide as it was long filled him like Ashley’s fingers never could.
Ashley’s tiny, slim hand circled his cock, stroking and pulling at the throbbing hunk of flesh between his thighs in time with Richard’s thrusts.
“Fuck. Gonna come if you keep doing that.” And he would. The pure pleasure of having both of them touching him, loving him, was too much for Trevor to take. He wouldn’t last long if she kept it up.
“Fuck yeah, Trev. Come on my cock. Squeeze my cock with that sweet ass of yours.” Richard leaned down and kissed him, rough lips and skin abrading his while those smooth strokes came harder, deeper.
Soon, the bed rocked with each stroke and he screamed, “Fuck. Fuck me, Rich.”
He held his legs back, opening his butt to Rich. He wanted the man harder, deeper, and he got his wish. The man somehow increased his pace. Sweat dripped from his brow, soaking Trevor’s chest, and he reveled in it, loved the dirty, sweaty quality of their sex.
Then, before he could warn them, his balls drew up tighter than before. Waves of pleasure wrapped around his waist and centered on his cock and then… “Fuck, I’m coming.”
“Yeah, come on my cock, Trev. Come all over it.” Richard growled.
And he did. He didn’t hold back as his climax nearly drowned him in the euphoria of release. Shudder after shudder, wave after wave of muscles tensing and relaxing with each advance and retreat shuttled through his body while he painted his chest in cum. Ashley’s hand slowed as the streams came in smaller spurts, and Richard froze above him, jerking and grunting, his face a mixture of pleasure and pain only a fucking awesome orgasm could bring.
Until finally…finally he slumped forward on top of Trevor, smearing Trevor’s cum all over them both as they gasped for air.
Trevor opened his eyes and found Ashley beside him, her face flushed and smile wide. “I’m guessing you liked my present.”
“Yeah.” He took a deep, gasping breath.
He grunted when Richard slid free and his friend pressed a quick kiss to Ashley’s brow. “I liked it too, Ash.”
His woman giggled and ogled Richard as he left to fetch a washcloth. In minutes both men were cleaned up, and Trevor watched as Richard got dressed.
“Where you going? Not staying the night?” He wasn�
�t sure if he should invite the man to stay or what. They’d just shared…something. Then again, he hadn’t asked him to stay when they’d shared Ashley. He really needed to buy a book if this was going to become a habit. There had to be a threesome etiquette guide out there somewhere, right?
“Nah. You and Ash have some more celebrating to do and”—Richard closed the distance between them and slapped Trevor’s ass with an open palm—“as fine as this ass is, I need something a little less virginal for the rest of the night.”
Ashley laughed, Richard winked, and Trevor gaped. Then, the man of the night was gone, striding down the hallway like the three of them hadn’t just had mind-blowing sex. Just…gone.
Trevor slumped onto the bed and pulled Ashley to his side, tucking her face against his shoulder as he held her close. “Love you, Ashley. So much it hurts. And just as soon as I can get it up again, I’ll show you.”
She stroked his chest, her delicate fingers circling his nipple. “I love you too and I know you will. Because what goes up must come down, but if it’s an elevator or a cock, you can be sure it’ll go up again.”
And it did. Just as soon as he finished laughing with the crazy woman at his side.
About the Author:
Celia Kyle would like to rule the world and become a ninja. As a fallback, she’s working on her writing career and giving readers stories that touch their hearts and *ahem* other places.
Visit her at: http://celiakyle.com