Triple Trouble (Found in Oblivion Book 2)

by Cari Quinn

  “Hmm. Like this?” Randy drew his fingers along her swollen slit, cupping her heat before opening her up for Tris’s inspection. Not that his friend could see a whole hell of a lot, but her whimper at being exposed to the air was plenty. “And maybe this too?”

  He pushed two fingers into her again, moving them in and out fast enough to make her nearly topple forward. She braced a hand on Tris’s shoulder and rode Randy’s hand for all she was worth, any lingering shyness gone.

  “Enough,” Tris rasped, nudging Randy out of the way.

  Randy was pretty sure his best friend had shoved him away with the back of his hand not his dick, but he couldn’t say for sure.

  They were all losing control. All doing things they’d never considered before.

  “Ready for me?”

  Juliet licked her lips and reached down to help Tris inside. This time, he didn’t go right for the goal, just teased her with the tip until she was crying out for a whole new reason.

  He grabbed a handful of her hair and brought her face close to his. “Almost there, aren’t you?”

  “Yes. God, yes. Please.”

  “When I slide inside, you’re going to shatter for me.” His gaze drifted to Randy while she panted out her agreement. “For us.”

  She nodded. “Yes. Give it to me. Just like before, just…slower.”

  Tris’s grin flashed in the darkness. “Slow and deep. Got it.” He gripped her hip and inched inside her, his cock separating her flesh so erotically that Randy had to curse and grip his own cock through his jeans. One touch and he nearly spilled into his boxers.

  Fuck, they were hot together.

  “All right?” Tris asked, and she nodded, still grasping his shoulder.

  “Yes. Oh, yes. You’re so big.”

  “That never gets old.” Again, Tris grinned, sharing it with Sparks as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

  And with one sharp move, yanked her down on his lap while he drove upward. She yelped, but the sound soon smoothed into a low, needy moan as he withdrew and did it again, drawing her up and down his erection.

  “Lean on me.” Randy stepped closer and she sagged against his chest. He took the opportunity to fill his hands with her breasts, finally leaning over her shoulder to take a taste. Her nipples were rock hard, and she jerked as he sucked one into his mouth, then released it with a pop. He did the same to the other as Tristan helped her ride his dick

  Randy slid his hand between her quivering thighs. Fuck, he needed to feel her pussy again. He had to. All that warmth, her stiff little clit so desperate—

  “Yes, please.” She tossed her head against Randy’s shoulder as he fingered her, doing his best not to bump into Tris’s cock. It wasn’t that easy, considering every time he moved a fraction his friend was there. Huge, hard, throbbing so that the pounding became indistinguishable from Juliet’s. They were both panting, hips grinding together, so close to release that Randy couldn’t keep his touch where it belonged.

  Touching her was damn close to touching Tris, so he gave her one last rub and reached for her breast instead.

  “Yes, yes, yes.” She was chanting now, nearly mindless.

  A sharp twist of her nipples and she fell forward against Tris’s chest. She was coming hard, her body trembling without cease. Fuck, the way she was crying out, practically begging for Tris’s dick—

  Good goddamn.

  Randy would never forget the way she cried out while she came for as long as he lived. Those sounds would probably chase him into the afterlife.

  “Fuck, me too. Coming so damn hard.” Tris palmed the back of her head, holding her against his shoulder as he thrust upward and impaled her one last time.

  Somehow he swallowed his shout, his frantic gaze connecting with Randy’s for a second before he closed his eyes.

  “Oh my God,” Juliet whispered a few moments later. “That was—so much. So much.”

  Sucking in a breath, Randy turned away and stared hard at the rippling water in the pool. He wasn’t certain he could walk with the hard-on he was sporting, but he knew he needed to before he embarrassed himself. “Let’s go upstairs.”

  “That’s a… Christ. Hang on a second.” Tris dropped his head back, gathering himself. “You’re going to have to climb off me, sweetness, because I can’t move.”

  Laughing softly, she started to clamber off him. “Ow. Ouch. Okay, that’s new.”

  She’d only swung one leg down when Randy shook off his stupor. He pulled her off Tris’s lap, then pulled her panties out of his pocket. Instead of handing them over, he helped her step into them and drew them up her legs. She was still shaking, and leaned against him with a watery laugh.

  “Thank God you’re here.” She glanced up at him with shining eyes as he dragged her tank back down, and his fingers fumbled right along with his brain.

  All she had to do was look at him, just look, and he was toast. Buttered and burnt.

  He wrapped his arm around her waist to steady her, cuddling her against his side, and cocked a brow at Tris. His friend still hadn’t moved. “Want me to hold you up too?”

  “Asshole.” Tris removed the condom and tied it off, then tucked it in his pocket before doing a quick clean up and nudging himself back into his jeans. “We’ll see how you’re walking in half an hour.”

  “Ambitious,” Juliet muttered. “Think my girl parts need a bit longer to stitch themselves back together.”

  Tris joined them and together, they shambled their way up the winding path that led to the house. Randy was stumbling almost as much as they were.

  Amazing what sexual deprivation did to a man.

  They made it into Juliet’s room without running into anyone important, and even managed to stop off and grab her purloined champagne and whipped cream from the fridge. Randy didn’t question her intended usage. He couldn’t. Just the mere idea of her pouring anything on him made his shaft rear against his zipper.

  He half expected her to curl up and go to sleep, but she darted off into the bathroom and said she’d be right back.

  When she returned a few minutes later, still wet from the shower and bundled in a towel, Randy and Tris were sitting a few feet apart at the foot of her bed.

  Not looking at each other. Not talking either.

  Hard to make small talk after helping your best friend fuck the girl you’d wanted forever.

  And you’d both liked it. Hell, they’d both loved it.

  The dick bump near misses weren’t worthy of mention. Probably.

  “So how come you were still a virgin?” Tris hooked his arm around Juliet’s waist and drew her closer. “Surely you came across one or two decent guys. Hot rocker girl and all.”

  The corner of her mouth ticked up, but she didn’t blush. Randy appreciated that she could speak frankly without getting embarrassed.

  Unlike him. He wasn’t even sure why. His parents were open about sex, love, and marriage and everything else, and his sister Harper definitely wasn’t shy.

  His reticence probably had to do with those sand boundaries in his head. A woman should be respected, and sex wasn’t meant to be discussed in their presence.

  Yeah, well, after tonight, fuck that shit. The dimensions around his life were blowing wide open.

  This is only for one night. They both said it. And a secret to boot, which makes sense. What, do you think you’ll tell your family and friends you’re hooking up with a girl and a guy?

  So he wasn’t hooking up with the guy, just hooking up while the guy was there. But he didn’t know where any of that fit in his tidy black and white world.

  “How come this was your first threesome?” Juliet retorted, yanking Randy out of his thoughts.

  Randy frowned. “Why are you asking me and not him? I didn’t ask about your virginity.”

  “Because Tris has done everything.” She ruffled the top of Tris’s hair as if he were a puppy. “Haven’t you, stud?”

  “Hmm. Not everything, but enough.”

 
“Threesomes?”

  “I’ve been known to partake. Though this doesn’t count as a legit one since caped crusader over there didn’t nut inside you. Or nut anywhere yet actually.”

  Randy swallowed hard. Yep, he was flushing. He just knew it. “Seriously?”

  “Yeah, seriously, and trust me, she can take it. I think she even enjoys a little dirty talk, which you didn’t seem to have a problem with outside.”

  “Dirty talk isn’t the same as using unsavory language around a lady.”

  Juliet stared at him. “Are you for real?”

  Tris held up a hand. “Let me take that one. Yes, he is for real. Witness before you a real old-fashioned gentleman. That’s why he hasn’t had threesomes and why he thinks saying nut in front of you is offensive.”

  “Well, it is a little offensive, but I don’t mind.” Juliet grinned and sat between them on the bed. “Thank you,” she said quietly after a moment, placing her hand on Randy’s arm. “I’m not used to someone defending my honor, even if that defense is misplaced. I guarantee whatever you guys say, I can take it.”

  Tris waggled his brows. “What about whatever we do?”

  She shrieked out a laugh as he tumbled her to her back on the bed, pulling loose the knot in her towel and exposing almost every inch of her damp, luscious body.

  Tris stood to kick off his boots and peel off his jeans before crawling across the bed to cage her in with his arms and legs. The sounds of their kissing made Randy shift uncomfortably—at least his still hard dick was uncomfortable—until just as abruptly, they halted.

  “Aren’t you going to play with us anymore? Our one night isn’t over quite yet.”

  Even without seeing her pouty mouth form the words, their meaning punctured small holes in him.

  He didn’t want more than a night. Did he? Just because this had been a memorable experience didn’t mean he expected them to change their minds and want to continue this.

  Whatever the hell this was.

  “He’s trying to be a cock martyr. You know what that is, right? He’ll hold off and hold off until you feel so bad for him you give him your ass.”

  “Whoa,” Juliet said. “Really? You said he’s a gentleman.”

  “Right. And gentlemen still love the butt. Look it up.”

  Randy choked out a laugh. “You are a complete fuckoff, you know that, Eves?”

  Yet Randy still rose and shucked his shirt. Then he undid the zipper of his jeans, pausing with the denim halfway down his ass when he realized not only Juliet was watching, but Tristan too.

  “You want privacy, little boy?”

  “So help me, God, if you smirk at me right now—”

  Juliet’s giggle made Randy shove his jeans down even faster. Whatever. He wasn’t built like a tank but he had nothing to be ashamed about. Absolutely nothing, as proved when Juliet cleared her throat once he’d stripped down to just his boxers.

  “Randy might not want privacy, but I’ll need some if one of you doesn’t stop talking and start doing.”

  Tristan rolled on his back, dragging her on top of him. “Can’t have that now, can we? Privacy means we can’t watch, and we love to watch.” Palming her gorgeous ass in both hands, Tris craned his neck to glance at Randy. “Isn’t that right, Sparky?”

  “Sparks,” Juliet corrected, slapping his chest.

  Randy laughed and with a shrug, caught his thumbs in his waistband and nudged his boxers down. In for a penny.

  Except once his clothes were on the floor, he didn’t know what to do next. Did he just crawl into bed with them? Juliet had made it clear she wanted him there, but it felt…odd. Or did he just sort of hang out at the foot of the bed until there was an opening?

  Pun not intended.

  Outside, he’d just gone with the flow. It had seemed natural. Now with the lights on high and with enough time to think, he’d forgotten how to just dive in.

  “Okay, clearly you need a personal invite.” Juliet rolled off Tris and scooted to the end of the bed, rising on her knees.

  And holy fuck, he rose too. Like a damn flagpole.

  “Didn’t you give him one? Let me guess, he needs it embossed too. Or that,” Tris said as she shimmied onto her belly on the bed and tossed back her wet dark hair. “Damn, that ass, babe.” He leaned over and bit one firm cheek, making her giggle as she beckoned Randy closer.

  Randy obliged her, and he didn’t say a word as she appreciatively stroked his firm cock. The purring noise she made in her throat caused his length to jerk, but she didn’t comment.

  “You’ve been keeping this to yourself all night. That’s not very nice.” She took a long, slow lick around the head and he fisted his hands at his sides. “Sorry, that’s not going to work. If I’m going to blow you—and I so am—then you need to show me you’re enjoying it. You know, just like you kissed me earlier. Hand fisted in my hair and preferably, with some dirty talk.”

  “Upping the ante. I like it, Reece.” Tris peppered the small of her back with kisses. “How about I just keep you occupied while you’re taking care of him?” Randy couldn’t look away as Tris parted her thighs and gave her a nice long lick. She shuddered, looking up at Randy as she gripped his cock and started to suck.

  He didn’t have to be asked twice to fist her hair. Driving both hands into the thick damp mass, he tilted her head back enough that he could see her blown-wide pupils while he hovered just inside her mouth.

  A sight he’d never, ever forget.

  Tris did something between her legs that earned him a breathy moan. She spread her legs wider and raised her hips, pushing her ass up while she worked Randy’s shaft. She made a noise as he inadvertently pumped his hips, needing more of that soft wetness encasing his dick. She didn’t balk, sliding her hand higher to stroke his base as she drew him deeper into her throat.

  She said something he couldn’t make out, but the vibration around his cock made him grab her hair, hard.

  Damn, she was going to make him come. Soon.

  She moaned loudly and Tris leaned back to lick his fingers before he slowly, so slowly, pushed them into her pussy. That only made her suck Randy faster, her cheeks hollowing as her lids dropped to half-mast.

  “Up,” Randy grated out.

  Her lashes flickered and she straightened her shoulders. This time, the little vixen didn’t do what he asked.

  She also didn’t let his dick go for a second.

  She’d sucked him so deep that when she drew back, most of his length was wet. Using the moisture, she jerked him off hard, smiling around the head of his cock at his growl.

  “Up.” He released his stranglehold on her hair to nudge her shoulders higher. “Let me see those beautiful tits.”

  Either his tone or his command—or both—opened her eyes wider. She pulled her top half of her torso off the bed as much as possible while maintaining her hold on his cock.

  Tris wasn’t letting up either. He had her thighs spread obscenely and he was diving between them, making the most deliciously dirty sounds. Juliet gasped around Randy’s erection and gripped him with her nails as she took him inside again. She didn’t pause to take a breath. All she did was suck and jerk him, hard and fast, continuing while he pinched her taut pink nipples.

  “I’m close,” he managed as the familiar heat crawled up his spine and made his balls draw tight. It had been far too long since he’d come, even by his own hand, but this would far surpass anything he’d known before.

  Juliet was blowing him. And from the heavy, aroused look in her sexy eyes, she was going to let him come in her throat.

  She wanted it. Wanted to taste him.

  “So’s she.” Tris sat up and licked his clearly wet fingers. “Such a snug, soaked little pussy. It’s begging for you, man.”

  Juliet whimpered and bobbed her head.

  Fuck, he needed so badly to let go. The pressure inside him had ratcheted up to the point that he was sweating as if he’d run a mile. He was flame-hot, his muscles tense and aching. Eve
ry part of him was attuned to her and her seductive sounds.

  She bounced her breasts for him while she blew him, offering him a naughty show for inspiration. Not that he needed more. Seeing his pre-cum smeared over her swollen, abused lips was enough to drive him out of his mind.

  Yet all he could hear in a continual chant in his head was one night.

  One night.

  One night.

  If that was all they were going to have together, he better make it count.

  “Roll over, baby.” He tweaked her nipple and she cried out around his shaft. Tris was still licking her, but he’d moved up to tongue fuck her tight pucker at the same time as his fingers noisily pumped inside her pussy.

  So damn hot.

  She drew Randy’s rigid cock out of her mouth, taking her time so that the wetness trailed between his erection and her plump lips. He groaned and tipped back his head, praying for sanity. For deliverance.

  To come all over her perfect freaking tits.

  “You want me on my back for you, huh?” She sounded lust-drunk and high on feminine power.

  “Yes. Head hanging back over the bed, my cock in your mouth. Then I want to fuck these.” Nearly crazed, he gave her reddened nipple a teasing slap. Her eyes went wide and she couldn’t nod fast enough.

  “Oh yeah.” She licked her lower lip before grazing it with her teeth. “Only if you come all over them after.”

  “Yes, fuck, yes. Please.” He’d be begging in a second.

  “You don’t have to plead with me. I want it all over me. Oh, shit,” she gasped as Tristan ramped up his attack. Tongue, fingers, probably even teeth. “I’m gonna come so hard.” Her eyes flashed up to Randy’s. “Come with me.”

  Then she rolled over and took him in hand again, sucking the dark red head deep.

  “Fuck,” Randy and Tris said in unison. Tris had sat up to tug on his hard-on with one hand while he toyed with Juliet with the other. He twisted his fingers and she moaned, gagging a little on Randy’s dick. Her hips arched and her breasts bounced and then her whole body flexed, her thighs opening wider as she neared orgasm.