by Sasha White
“Yes,” she gasped. “Val—”
The doorbell rang and they both froze.
Their eyes met and Samair bit her bottom lip.
“Tell me you want this. Both of us.”
“I want this,” she whispered.
He pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll make it good for you.” Then he pulled back, ran his hands through his hair and went to open the door.
Without looking at either of the men, Samair walked to Val’s bedroom. She took her coat off as she walked and she heard the men speaking in low tones behind her.
Part of her knew that if things didn’t get started right away, she might back out. Yes, she wanted this, but part of her also worried that if she went through with it, there could never be anything more than sex with Val. What man would want to be in a serious relationship with a woman he’d shared?
In that moment Samair realized that she actually wanted a serious relationship with Val. Uncertainty hit her hard and a minute trembling began in her muscles.
Val stepped into the bedroom and she met his fiery gaze. There was no disgust or revulsion in his eyes, but there was something infinitely stronger than basic lust.
Holding her gaze, he stepped forward and brushed the back of his fingers down her cheek. “Okay?”
She nodded. He trailed his hand down her neck and across the swell of her breast exposed by the low neckline of her wraparound top. His hand followed the seam between her breasts and across her belly to the knot at her hip. He undid the knot at the same time she became aware of another presence behind her.
Jonathan.
While Val opened her blouse, a second set of male hands skimmed lightly over her hips to the waist of her skirt.
Samair closed her eyes and let the breath rush out of her lungs. She shoved her trepidation aside and welcomed the sensations that swamped her as two sets of hands removed her clothing. Surprisingly, she knew which hands were Val’s and which were Jonathan’s even with her eyes closed.
Everything took on a dream like quality. When she was completely naked, Jonathan’s arms encircled her, pulling her close so that her back was cradled against his front. His hands skimmed over her torso from collarbone to belly button and he pressed a soft kiss to the sensitive spot beneath her ear.
“Open your eyes, darlin’, and watch your man.”
Samair struggled to lift heavy eyelids only to be rewarded with the site of Val slowly and methodically stripping.
Jonathan cupped her breasts, his fingers plucking at the rigid nipples while his teeth nibbled along her neck. She could feel his hard-on pressing against her backside and she wiggled her hips, pressing back into him. Val shed the last of his clothes and came toward her. Jonathan stood his ground and Val stepped right up, pressing his nakedness against hers, slipping his hands around to cup and squeeze her bottom.
Pressed tightly between the two hard bodies, one completely clothed, the other completely naked, their hands encircling her, touching her, skimming over her skin while Jonathan nipped and nibbled on one side of her neck and Val licked and kissed the other. Pleasure hit every nerve ending she had, and with an ecstatic groan, her knees buckled and she went over the edge.
Val had picked her up and carried her over to the bed. He laid her down and stretched out next to her, elbow bent and his head resting in his hand, while she caught her breath. Then Jonathan was on her other side, one hand on her belly, his eyes smiling into hers.
Languorous pleasure flowed through her as each man cupped a breast. Val bent forward and his lips covering a breast as he sucked the nipple into his mouth. She moaned, arching into him. He flicked the nipple with his tongue then nipped at it sharply before soothing it with soft kisses. He stretched and started to give the other breast the same treatment, this time Samair’s moan was caught by Jonathan’s mouth as he brushed his lips across hers. His tongue snuck out and licked at her lips. Teasing her before slanting over and taking possession.
His flavor was strong and masculine, with a hint of mint. Just as she was registering the difference in his flavor from Val’s hands shifted on her body, reaching between her legs to stroke her sex, more hands cupping her breasts.
Closing her eyes, she let herself go. Her hands reached out stroking whatever she could reach as Val’s mouth replaced his hand between her thighs and Jonathan took over teasing her breasts.
Fingers invaded her pussy, his mouth fastened on her clit, sucking, teasing, tongue circling. Muscles flexed beneath her hands, her fingertips tangled in Val’s hair and speared through Jonathan’s shorter style. Suddenly, her body tensed and another orgasm rolled over her.
* * *
Val felt her cunt spasm around his fingers as he sucked on her clit. Warm wetness flooded his hand and he lapped it up, loving the musky scent and taste of her desire.
Her legs shifted restlessly on the mattress next to him and he smoothed his hands over them as he pulled away. His dick was throbbing and he thought of entering her right then and there. But this night was for her, not him.
He backed off a bit, leaving the bed to stand aside and catch his breath, get himself back under control. Jonathan glanced his way, a question in his eyes, but Val nodded, giving his okay to continue.
They’d talked in the bachelor room about how things would go if Samair did indeed want to go through with the threesome. They’d agreed that Val was in charge, and Samair was the center of attention.
It was to be all about pleasing her.
But as he watched Jonathan stretch out over top of Samair, despite her breathy sighs and passionate moans, he had the sudden urge to growl “Stop.”
It felt too much like they were all making love instead of having sex, and Val’s gut clenched. He wanted to be the only man she made love to.
With precise movements he went to the top of the bed and took Samair’s hands, pinning them to the mattress. Her eyes flew open and snapped straight to his.
“Does it feel good, baby?” Val spoke softly.
He lay out next to her, watching as Jonathan followed the same path Val had taken. His head burrowed between Samair’s thighs as his hands roamed over her legs, her waist, and her ass as he lifted her to a better angle while he licked her pussy.
Val pinned her wrists with one hand and used the other to play with her nipples. He rolled them between thumb and forefinger, he tugged at them, he flicked them, delighting in the gasps she made. Her hips rolled and she lifted her legs. “Is Jonathan good at eating pussy? Do you like that? Having one man between your legs and another playing with your tits?”
She moaned, her head tossing side to side… “I want…I…you.”
“What, baby? You need to tell me what you want. Anything and it’s yours.” He licked up the side of her neck, enjoying the salty goodness.
“You… I want to touch you.” She panted, tugging at her wrists.
He loosened his grip and one of her hands immediately found his hip. She clawed at his ass and muttered some more until he lifted onto his knees so she could grab his cock.
Jonathan, sensing a change of pace, lifted his head and shifted his body. He reached for the condoms he’d thrown on the foot of the bed when he’d taken his clothes off and ripped a foil package open while meeting Val’s gaze.
Again, Val nodded. Part of him wanted to stop Jonathan. He wanted to be the one take her, to claim her as his own. But even more than that, he wanted to please her.
Her hand tightened on his cock, pulling him closer and making it hard for him to think at all. Samair’s eyes were open and begging him silently. “What, baby? What do you want?”
Her tongue darted out and swept across that full bottom lip of hers and his dick jerked in her hand. “You. I want you.” Her head lifted off the bed and she tried to reach him with her mouth.
With a quick move he flipped her over, getting on his knees in front of her. Jonathan grabbed her hips and got on his knees behind her. Val cupped her cheek, running his thumb over
the smoothness as their eyes met and she opened her mouth. His heart slammed against his ribs and his throat tightened as he guided her forward to take him between her lips.
The moment her mouth closed around him, they both moaned, the vibrations of the sounds she made rippling through his cock and settling in his chest. She sucked gently and started to move but he gripped her shoulders and held her still. Jonathan gripped her hips and Val felt her body tense for a moment as he entered her from behind.
* * *
Samair tensed for a second as she adjusted to being so full. Jonathan’s cock wasn’t as thick as Val’s, but he was a fair size, and long enough that as she start to rock between the two men she could feel him nudging her magic spot deep within. She began to rock faster. Loving the tender feel of Val’s hands in her hair and Jonathan’s on her hips. The men let her set the pace, remaining still for her. She sucked harder on Val’s cock, feeling it throb as his fingers tightened against her scalp, she opened her eyes and looked up to see him watching her with such intensity that everything in her tightened. Her heart pounded and her pussy clenched.
Jonathan’s hands tightened and he started to move with her. Matching her rhythm, his cock shafting her deeper with each move. Her breasts bounced with each thrust and one of Val’s hands left her head, reaching around underneath her to cup her sensitive flesh and tug on her nipple. With each squeeze and tug a jolt of pleasure shot directly to her cunt.
She closed her eyes, struggling to breathe, and her insides tightened once again. She was so close to coming, overwhelmed by the sensations of two cocks, two sets of hands, the feel of their eyes on her as she took them both, but she didn’t want to come. She wanted this to last. Their groans and sighs of pleasure and the wet sucking sounds coming from both Samair’s mouth and her pussy as they fucked her filled the room. Joy filled her as the pace picked up and it became apparent that both men were fighting for control over their bodies as well.
All of Samair’s muscles tensed as Val’s grip on her hair tightened and his cock hit the back of her throat at the same time another cock was hitting deep inside her pussy. She was getting hammered from both ends and just when she thought things couldn’t get any better, something brushed her rear entrance. Her eyes flew open and she moaned, her body jerking at the sensations that ricochet through her.
Jonathan’s thumb brushed over the puckered hole again, gently circling then pressing against her and she couldn’t hold back anymore. She pulled her mouth roughly away from Val’s cock and screamed as an orgasm ripped through her.
Slowly coming back to reality was aware of Jonathan’s low groan as his cock jerked inside her and her body clenched, milking him. She lifter heavy eyelids and saw Val directly in front of her, stroking his cock and watching her with a tenderness she’d never seen before. Her lips spread into a naughty grin and she lifted her face to him. “Mark me,” she commanded softly. “Mark me as yours.”
His eyes widened and emotion flared in his dark eyes. He pumped his cock and she stared deep into his gaze as his roar of satisfaction echoed in the room and hot come jetted from him to blanket her neck and shoulders.
Heavy silence filled the room as everybody struggled to regain their composure. Samair collapsed on the bed, eyes closed. The mattress shifted beneath her as both men got off. She heard them speak in low voices over running water in the bathroom as she drifted on a cloud of wicked satisfaction.
The bed shifted and she cracked an eye open. Jonathan stretched out next to her, one arm laying over top her belly, his body cuddling close. Val knelt on the bed next to her. He leaned down, and wiped a warm wet facecloth over her neck and shoulders, gently cleaning her up. She smiled softly at him as he folded the cloth before nudging her legs apart and running the cloth over her swollen sex.
When he stood to go back to the washroom she called his name. He looked at her and she turned on her side, spooning her back against Jonathan and holding her arm out for Val.
He set the dirty cloth on the nightstand and lay down in front of her. His hand settled on her hip, their feet tangled, and they just looked at one another.
Samair had worried that having him see her with another man would make him lose respect for her, make him not want her anymore. Instead, she saw something like love in his gaze and her heart swelled.
She closed her eyes on a sigh and drifted off to sleep on the dream that yet another dream had come true.
33
Val watched Samair sleep and his heart thumped against his chest. Dark eyelashes lay against smooth fair skin, a slight flush still coloring her cheeks, her lips parted slightly as a delicate snore escaped.
She was beautiful.
When he’d decided to make this fantasy happen for her, he’d intended for Karl to be the second man. They’d shared women before and he was the natural choice, since Samair knew him. But when he’d brought up the subject earlier that night at the club, Karl had turned him down. “It’s not a good idea for us to share a woman you plan on keeping around, buddy.”
At first he’d thought Karl was saying a threesome was a bad idea period, but instead, Karl had introduced him to Jonathan, a friend from out of town. And now, as he fought the urge to forcibly remove Jonathan’s arm from around Samair’s waist, he understood why.
Sharing Samair had been harder than he’d thought, and he was thankful now that it had been with a man that neither of them would ever see again. As if sensing Val’s thoughts, Jonathan’s arm lifted from around Samair’s waist.
Val watched as the man kissed her cheek and eased from the bed to dress. Val slipped from Samair’s side and stepped into his slacks once as well, doing up the zipper but leaving them unbuttoned as he walked Jonathan to the door.
“Thank you,” he said, offering the other man his hand.
Jonathan smiled, the look in his eyes almost wistful. “It was my pleasure. You have a good woman there. I’d hang on to her if I were you.”
“I plan to.” The immediate response was instinctive and, Val realized, true.
With that, Val let Jonathan out and returned to his room. He shucked his pants and crawled onto the bed, pulling a quilt over them as he lay down and wrapped his arms around Samair. He buried his face in her hair and breathed deeply.
He couldn’t deny it any longer. Samair was more than a playmate to him. He knew when it had happened, too. That first night she’d come over, things between them had shifted. Even though they’d both said they only wanted a casual sex thing, the emotion and passion there had made them both liars.
Deep down, he knew that she’d gotten to him in a way no woman ever had, not even Vera. And strangely enough, he was happy about it.
He just hoped she was, too.
34
Samair came awake slowly, her body relaxed, pure pleasure flowing through her veins instead of blood. She didn’t open her eyes, though. Instead, she remained as she was, on her back, legs spread, and concentrated on the feel of Val’s mouth on her sex.
His hands cradled her butt, holding her still as he licked her slit from one end to the other. A breathy moan escaped and the muscles in her legs twitched. His tongue came out, nudging between her swollen pussy lips and burrowing its way to her center. He thrust it in and out, his face nuzzling closer. The roughness of his morning stubble rubbed deliciously against her ass as his teeth scraped over her clit.
Her fingers dug into the bedsheets, the knot of arousal low in her belly tightening to the point that she started to whimper. His tongue left her entrance and traveled up to flick at the sensitive nub and she rolled her hips, pressing against him. Taking the hint, Val’s mouth opened and he sucked her clit between his lips, flicking it rapidly with his tongue and sending her into orbit with a victorious cry.
He crawled up her body and slid inside her smoothly. When she opened her yes she returned his smile. “Good morning.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.
No words were spoken. None were needed as he pumped into h
er. When his back arched and his every muscled trembled moments later she held him close, murmuring encouragement and welcoming his pleasure, even without her own.
They didn’t talk about the night before, or the morning, as they rose and showered. Instead, their conversation centered on the Fetish and Fantasy show, and the results of it.
“It was certainly a success for me, I hope it was worthwhile for Risqué.”
Val nodded as he buttered a bagel that had just popped up from the toaster. “It was good. I won’t know exactly how successful until I do the numbers this morning, but I think it was a complete success.”
Something niggled at the back of her mind and she swallowed the bite of bagel she’d been chewing. “Are you going to tell me what that means? A complete success?”
His shoulders tensed beneath his T-shirt and Samair waited as he made his way across the small kitchen and settled into the chair across from her. She could almost see the wheels turning in his head. Would he trust her? Would he finally share more than his body with her?
Her heart pounded and she bit her lip, holding her breath. He looked up, his smile not quit reaching his eyes. “It means lots of money for us both.”
She tried not to let her disappointment show as she got up to put her plate in the sink. Instead, she bent and brushed her lips against his. “Let’s go find out how we did then.”
* * *
They made a quick stop at the apartment so Samair could change. She chose a pair of jeans and a stretchy knit top that would show off her cleavage. She read Joey’s note about her audition that day and said a quick prayer that it went off without a hitch for her friend before jogging down the stairs, to where Val waited.
She stepped outside the building and froze. Val straddled his bike, dressed in his biker leathers, chaps and everything. His helmet rested on his thigh and his profile was too her as he watched a woman herd three kids into a car across the parking lot.