by Braxton Cole
My orgasm continued to build despite the fact that Luca had stopped thrusting. He wanted something from me, I knew it, but I couldn't focus long enough to deliver. He pulled out and thrust in hard enough to lift me off the tub completely.
“Answer me.”
“Yes, God, yes.” I had no idea what the question was, but with Luca it was always yes.
“Mmm, good.” Luca stopped teasing me then and fucked me hard and fast to orgasm.
He held me against him as I recovered, my body limp and full of lazy, post orgasm energy. I reached for his pants, frustrated that once again he'd made me come without removing all of his own clothes first. I popped the snap and ran the zipper down.
“Do you think we have time--”
A soft knock sounded at the door. My plans for Luca would have to wait.
“Unfortunately, no.” Luca rose gracefully and handed me the soft hotel robe that was hanging on the hook near the hot tub. I slipped it on as Luca answered the door, bare-chested with his pants undone. If I'd been on the other side of that door when he answered, there's no way we would have made it to the bed before I had him inside me.
Rachel showed a great deal more restraint than that. When Luca held the door open, she stood on the other side looking like she couldn't decide between wrapping herself around him and pulling the door shut without entering. Clearly, she wanted to take what we were offering, but the prospect of having sex with my boyfriend while I watched was also freaking her out.
I tied the knot on the robe and stepped up to the door to stand next to Luca. Rachel blushed when I slipped my arm around his waist.
“Come on in.” I took her by the hand and led her into the room. There was a small table with two chairs against one wall and I decided on that instead of the bed. Leading her to the bed by her hand probably would have induced cardiac arrest. I wanted to have some fun, not perform CPR.
I sat in one chair and she sat in the other. Luca stood behind me with his hands on my shoulders. I loved that about him. When we were within reach of one another, he had his hands on me in one way or another. He'd hold my hand, walk with his arm around me, sit with his leg pressed tight against mine, among other things. My favorite was when he played with the ends of my hair in the evening as we watched TV together on his sofa. It was a rare treat as we rarely were in that position together.
“Are you okay?” I asked her as I reached up and held Luca's hand. Okay, Maybe I wanted to touch him just as much as he wanted to touch me, but that didn't mean I was ready to move in together and play house.
“This is surreal.” Rachel ran her hands through her hair and that's when I noticed she'd done herself up. Her hair was down and wild, exactly the way she wore it to go clubbing and pick up guys. She'd painted her nails bright, fuck-me red, and the pumps she wore were an exact match. To top it off, she'd worn her favorite little black dress. She'd spent time on her appearance and obviously anticipated our plans. None of that explained why her gaze kept darting toward the door. “I mean who really does these things?” She laughed nervously.
“We don't have to do anything.” It's not like I didn't have my concerns about sleeping with Rachel. Or letting Luca sleep with her. She and I owned a successful catering company and I didn't want our work relationship to be strained. Before the business, however, we were friends, starting when her family moved into the house next to mine when she was three. I couldn't imagine my life without her.
She sat up straight and squared her shoulders like a soldier preparing for battle. “I want to.”
“Are you sure?” I knew I could go through with it and be fine, but I wasn't convinced about her. Luca had opened my world to a whole new level of sexual adventure. I liked--no, I loved the way I felt with him. This was an extension of that exploration.
Rachel took a deep breath and nodded. “I'm sure.” Her body settled then. She looked almost relaxed with the decision made.
“Okay, what do you want to do?”
The tension returned to Rachel's body immediately. She gripped the arms of her chair and leaned forward. “I don't know. I thought you did.”
Luca laughed and slipped his hand out of mine. He circled the table to stand in front of Rachel. “We know what we would like to do, but we'd also like to know what you want.”
“Can we just play that by ear?”
“Of course.” Luca held out his hand like he was inviting her to dance. After a moment, she took it and allowed herself to be helped up. She clutched her purse tightly to her chest. Luca took it from her gently and set it on the table. “You won't be needing that.”
Rachel stared into his eyes and nodded. Luca's eyes were hypnotizing and dark and I'd gotten lost in them just like that more times than I could count.
“Let me help you.” Luca inched her dress up ever so slowly, revealing her thighs and lacy panties. As it crossed the flat planes of her stomach, he bent and pressed a kiss to the crook of her neck. Then he eased it over her head and dropped it to the floor. She held her breath the entire time.
Standing there, with her hair slightly mussed from her dress, in her matching lace panties and bra and bright red heels, she looked sexy as hell. It took every ounce of my control to stay in my chair when she looked at me with pleading in her eyes.
“Are you just going to watch?”
Luca moved behind her and released the clasp on her bra. He eased it off her shoulders, then circled her chest with his hands from behind to cup her breasts. She gasped and let the bra slip off. It floated to the floor and landed on top of her dress. Luca caressed her, adjusting his grip to squeeze her nipples lightly between his fingers.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked. Frankly, watching Luca work her up so quickly was causing the most delicious reaction in my body. My stomach and cunt clenched with every stroke of his fingers over her nipples. When she whimpered and rested her head back against his chest, my pussy flooded with new arousal.
She rolled her head side to side, but didn't answer.
“I want you to kiss her.” Luca plucked at her nipples, pulling them taut and rolling them between his fingers hard. “Here.”
I stayed in my seat. As much as I wanted to please Luca, I needed to know Rachel was on board, too. “Is that okay with you?”
She nodded, the movement jerky and enthusiastic. “Yes,” she said with a moan.
I stood and loosened the belt on my robe. I let it slip from my shoulders to the floor as I took the few steps toward them. When I got there, I stretched up to kiss Luca first. What I intended to be a quick peck escalated when he put his mouth against mine and licked at my bottom lip. I pushed my body close to Rachel’s, Luca's hands pinned between us, and let him kiss me as he wanted.
Rachel clutched at my hips and dropped her head against my shoulder. She moaned in my ear as her nails scraped against my flesh. Luca adjusted his hold until he could grasp both of our nipples at the same time. He pressed them together and rolled them against each other. Fire shot from my nipples to my cunt and I bucked against Rachel.
“Fuck,” I groaned into Luca's mouth, then pulled away with a gasp when he did it again.
He smiled at me over Rachel's head, then pushed his hips against Rachel, forcing her tighter against me. He lowered his gaze, drawing mine down with his. The sight of my breasts pressed into Rachel's was completely erotic. No wonder guys fantasized about two women together.
“Kiss her breasts. You'll love it.”
I nodded and bent my head to her chest. I wasn't sure I'd love it, but Luca definitely wanted to see it happen and I was willing to give that to him. I peppered small kisses across her breasts--light, teasing kisses that made my insides churn. I figured if they work for me, Rachel should like them too. She squirmed and moved one hand to the back of my head to hold me in place.
“Suck it.” It was a command that I'd heard from Luca so many times that my body instantly responded at the words. My mouth watered and I pictured his cock, hard and long, sliding past my lips a
nd down my throat. This time, however, he cupped Rachel's breast and held it out for me.
I licked over the tip, then puckered my lips and sucked lightly. Rachel's body tensed and she gripped my head even tighter against her. I sucked harder and she groaned as her body arched into me, forcing her tit farther into my mouth.
He was right. I did love it.
I pulled away with a big smile. Rachel was soft and responsive, yet strong and demanding. No wonder guys were so desperate to get women naked. I kissed my way up her chest, licked her throat, then pressed a small kiss to the corner of her mouth. She was smiling, too.
“I was just supposed to watch,” I said.
Luca laughed and circled us both with his arms. He bent his legs until he could reach my ass. He drew Rachel's hands along with his and they cupped me together. When he squeezed my flesh, I could feel two sets of fingers digging in and kneading.
“This is good, too.” Rachel kissed me, her mouth open and her tongue hot and slick as it slid against mine. Luca and I groaned at the same time.
And then she was gone. Luca separated us and scooped Rachel into his arms. “You sit over there.” He gestured toward the chair I'd previously occupied. “I need to fuck Rachel now.”
My knees threatened to give out completely at his words. Commanding Luca was hot beyond reason.
“Okay.” I did as directed. He gave me no other choice.
Luca laid Rachel on the bed, but kept his gaze locked on mine. “How do you want me to take her? With her on her back? Or from behind? Should I fuck her mouth? What do you want to see, Mari?”
Jesus. My brain blitzed through his suggestions and shorted out. I was unable to answer.
“Mari.” Luca spoke softly, his hands stroking over Rachel's body as he waited for me to direct him.
“On her back,” I finally said. Luca started to move into position, obscuring my view of his face. “No. I want to see your eyes.”
He turned to me with a wicked smile. “Of course.”
They repositioned themselves until Rachel lay on her back with her head at the foot of the bed. Her hair draped over the edge like a silky veil. She lifted her hips to help Luca remove her panties, but she kept her shoes on.
“One second.” Luca stood and removed his own pants and underwear, then took a condom from the bedside table. I gripped the arms of the chair tight, my fingers scrabbling for purchase against the hard wood as I watched with anticipation.
He stared at me as he worked the sheepskin into position, pumping his fist lightly up and down the length of his cock. This part was harder than I’d thought it would be. I didn't mind the thought of him fucking Rachel. That made me hot beyond belief. But watching him stroke himself even harder without being able to touch him was absolute torture. I wanted to feel him pulse beneath my touch, feel his cock as he slid it smooth and easy into me. Or maybe he'd slam it hard and fast. I didn't care. I just wanted to be filled.
I whimpered and he smirked, but didn't stop stroking his cock. Rachel tipped her head back to look at me. She bit her bottom lip between her teeth and flattened her palms against the bed at her side. She was ready.
“Relax and let him take care of you.” Before I finished speaking, Luca positioned his body over Rachel's and pressed his cock to her opening. She bent her legs and let herself open, exposing her cunt fully.
Luca eased his hips forward with a look of extreme concentration on his face. He held himself back, going slower than he wanted. Rachel gasped and arched into him. Suddenly, my position in the chair wasn't good enough. I wanted to be close enough to watch as he penetrated her, I wanted to see his cock slide into her pussy. I forced myself to stay still. I wanted to watch this play out and Luca might stop if I didn’t stay where he told me to.
When he bottomed out inside of her, they both groaned together. Luca watched me carefully as he dropped his weight, pinning Rachel to the mattress with his hips. She wrapped her legs around him and he thrust forward harder. She groaned and grabbed onto his shoulders.
“Are you ready?” Luca asked me, but Rachel nodded and scratched at his shoulders, her nails digging in and leaving long red stripes on his skin. I wondered how I would feel when I saw the evidence of this encounter on his body the next day.
I slipped my legs apart, propping one foot up on the seat and spreading the other wide. I exposed myself fully to Luca's view. And Rachel's if she decided to look, but she was pretty occupied with Luca thrusting easily between her legs. I could probably set off a bomb next to her head and she wouldn't notice. Luca rendered me oblivious every single time, so I understood how she felt.
Luca held my gaze longer than I expected, then finally lowered his eyes and took in the view of my very wet pussy. I was still worked up from earlier, and the site of the two of them together was only driving me higher. I dipped a finger into my folds and gathered the moisture there. Luca groaned and followed the movement as I drew my hand to my mouth. I painted my lips, then sucked my finger clean.
“I'm ready.” I smiled at Luca and spread my legs a little wider.
Rachel tipped her head back to see what Luca was staring at and gasped when she saw me. “Oh, God.”
Luca nodded and pushed himself up until he was kneeling. He pulled Rachel's hips to him, lifting her off the bed to meet his thrusts. He held her there, his hands strong against her thighs, and fucked her hard enough to push her across the bed. He pulled her back to meet him on the next stroke and she groaned louder.
“Touch yourself while I fuck her.” Luca snapped his hips, his gaze locked on my cunt. “I want to watch.” His voice was strained, along with the lines of his neck. His abs quivered and I knew he was getting close.
“Yes.” My belly flared with heat at his command and I immediately dropped my hand to my clit and circled it with my fingertips. There was no point in delaying my orgasm, so I drove myself hard and fast, moving and pushing with precision. My body drew tighter with every thrust of Luca's cock into Rachel.
She stared at me, watching as I held myself open for Luca, her eyes darkened with desire and she begged Luca to fuck her harder. Luca licked his lips, adjusted his grip, and drove himself into her with such force that I felt it across the room.
“Touch her clit,” I said. Luca's hand was in motion before I finished the sentence. He twisted his hand to position his fingers on her clit as he continued to thrust hard and deep. I knew from experience that his touch would be jerky and uncontrolled, with so much pressure it bordered on pain. The grimace on Rachel's face confirmed my thoughts. Luca flexed his wrist, sliding his fingers over her clit with the same power and rhythm to match his cock penetrating her cunt.
My body tensed and coiled at the same time as Rachel's, and when she grabbed Luca's arm to hold him “right there” with a moan, I came apart. Every piece of me that used to be attached and solid dissolved under my own touch as I watched Luca fuck Rachel. They both stared at me the whole time.
Rachel's body quaked as she moaned, “Fuck yes.” Then she went completely lax, a languid, satisfied look in her eyes.
Luca thrust a few more times, then came with a grunt. He pumped his hips reflexively, milking the last of his orgasm before collapsing on top of Rachel.
It was not the best orgasm of my life, nowhere near the experience of Luca inside me driving my body to release, but the whole experience was so sexy I knew I'd repeat it in an instant. There was so much more I wanted to do to--and with--Rachel, so many more things I wanted to demand that Luca do to her, but she looked out for the count.
He pulled out and climbed off her and she remained limp in the middle of the bed, a small happy smile on her face. She looked ready to drift to sleep and that was okay with me. I was more than happy to take up where Luca and I left off.
Chapter 3
Luca saturated the bath sponge and held it out of the water, letting it drip onto my chest. He reclined behind me, with my back to his chest. The water had cooled considerably while we were busy with Rachel, but Luca had
freshened it and pulled me into the bath with him.
Rachel slept through all of it. It'd been too long since she'd had a decent orgasm and Luca had knocked her out completely. He was far too satisfied over the whole thing, too. He would no doubt be insufferable for weeks.
“How do you feel?” Luca kissed the side of my head and hugged me briefly. Then he resumed soaping my body casually, letting his hands drift over me as they wanted.
“About what?” I sank into him, enjoying the feel of his soap slicked hands against my skin. I willed myself not to tense. There was no reason to assume he was talking about moving in together.
“About all of this.” He gestured toward the bed.
I laughed and clenched my thighs, the residual orgasm high still vibrated inside me. “I thought I demonstrated how I felt earlier.”
Luca kissed my neck in that spot, his mouth stretched into a smile. “No, you showed me how your body reacted. How do you feel about it?”
“Oh, you mean other than the awesome orgasm?” He picked the strangest times to talk about our feelings. “I feel fine.” I wasn't sure what he was getting at. Maybe I was expected to be jealous and start crying or perpetrating random acts of violence against him.
“It doesn't bother you at all?”
I turned until I was facing him with our chests pressed together. Water sloshed over the edge with the movement. I looked into his eyes carefully. I wanted to see what he was feeling, and let him see me at the same time.
“It doesn't. At all. Luca, I trust you.” I hadn't planned to say that to him and it came as a bit of a shock when the words came out. But I realized that planned or not, the words were true. I did trust him, and that went beyond just our sexual encounters.
“Yeah?” He kissed me gently, an easy light brush of his lips against mine.
“Yeah. And you trust me. So what's this about?”
“It's just that last time we tried to involve another person, we both shied away from it. This time we dove in head first.”
Last time Luca had arranged for his friend, Richard, to join us. It'd been a surprise for me and came as we were both trying to figure out what we really meant to each other and what those emotions meant to our relationship. It was during the sticky transition from no strings to strings.