Carnal Compromise

by Robin L. Rotham

  AJ wilted with relief and felt Brent do the same. Thank God. She didn’t think either of them could have stood to watch Joe with another man right now. The boundaries between them all were too tenuous.

  “Should I go get the whipped cream, honey?” Mandy asked.

  Hake gave AJ a long, considering look and then said, “Why don’t we save that for another time. I think Ariel’s had enough fun with us this go-round. Let Brent and Joe take her to bed.”

  Although she appreciated his sensitivity, AJ felt bad for ruining the party. “I’m fine. Really,” she assured him.

  “You are very fine,” he agreed with a nod, “and I hope one day you’ll help Mandy fulfill that fantasy I was expecting. But not tonight. Besides,” he added, “Mandy’s due for some punishment.”

  Mandy’s eyes went wide. “Hake! That’s not fair!”

  “That’s what makes it fun, dear.” He set her on the floor and then slapped her butt cheek. “Now upstairs. March.”

  Mandy jumped and yelped but slid a sly smile AJ’s way as she went for the stairs. “Good night, Ariel.”

  “Um, ’night,” AJ said helplessly. She still wasn’t too happy about spoiling everyone’s fun, but apparently Hake and Mandy had plenty of fun of their own planned.

  When Brent stood and held out his hands, she let him pull her to her feet. Still a little wobbly, she just about fell off the high heels, and he knelt to untie the laces and pull them off. He reverently unfastened her garters and she gasped at the brush of his callused fingers on her thighs. Then rolled the stockings down her legs one by one, brushing kisses all over the faint fishnet impression they left in her skin. When he was done, he tugged off the garter belt and spread his knees, sitting back on his heels to look at her from head to toe and back again.

  “Ariel Jane Pender, you just blew my mind. It’s gone. I’m going to spend the rest of my life staring into space with my head lolling off to one side and a drool cup under my chin.” When she started to smile, he shook his head. “That was the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You’re the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  His unabashed admiration flowed over her like warm honey and she leaned into him at the same time he knelt up to wrap his arms around her waist. The semen splattered on his shirt felt disgustingly cool and delightfully dirty against her thigh, and her smile turned to a grin as she twined her arms behind his neck. Lowering her head, she engaged him in a lush, sprawling celebration of a kiss, letting him know with every press of her lips, every slide of her tongue and every thick, thuddy beat of her heart how very much she appreciated him. She’d never felt more womanly in her life.

  Pulling slowly away, Brent licked his lips. Then he looked over at Joe, whose hungry stare roamed over them both. “What say we take this party to our room?”

  Chapter Fourteen

  The trip upstairs was one of the most exciting of her life. She walked naked between two men, thrilling to everything that came in contact with her over-stimulated senses. The chilly air. The thick carpet under her feet. The soft swish of denim on denim. The creak of the fourth step as they trod it one by one.

  At the head of the stairs, Joe opened the door to their room and went in, but AJ paused, glancing at Hake and Mandy’s bedroom door. An unwilling blush rose to her cheeks at the realization they’d probably hear everything that went on between the three of them tonight.

  Brent’s arms slid around her waist and he kissed the side of her neck. “The bedrooms are all soundproofed.”

  Intrigued, she cocked her head and listened hard.

  “He’s probably spanking her, but you don’t hear a thing, do you?” When she shook her head, he said, “That’s exactly what they’ll hear. Nothing.”

  Well, that took some of the pressure off.

  He herded her into the Yellow Room and closed the door with a decisive click. Joe was already shucking his jeans and shorts in the warm light of the bedside lamp. When he’d kicked them away and scraped off his socks, he crooked a finger at her. “You’re the one who made me come in my underwear, little girl. Why don’t you come clean up the mess you made?”

  Her heart blipping with excitement, she rounded the side of the bed hesitantly to stand in front of him. When he just raised his brows in expectation, she dropped to her knees.

  Whoa, big penis. She blinked and shook her head slightly to clear it. The thing wasn’t even fully erect yet. Had it always been this big? It hadn’t looked this big when it was going into Brent’s mouth, she was sure it hadn’t.

  “What are you waiting for, Ariel Jane?” he rumbled.

  She swallowed. “A sign from God?”

  Laying his hands loosely on her head, he pushed his penis against her lips. “Here’s your sign,” he drawled with a distinct twang.

  Smiling, AJ opened up. Joe filled her mouth immediately. Overfilled it. The taste of his semen exploded over her tongue and she moaned, grasping his muscular hips while the simmering arousal in her belly kicked up to a boil. Humming, she swayed against him as she sucked and licked away every trace of his sweet, musky flavor.

  Joe’s hands stroked down the sides of her head to cup her jaw. “Better stop or there’ll be more to clean up.”

  “I don’t mind,” she murmured.

  When she moved to take him in her mouth again, he inserted his palm between them. “I mind. Come on, up on the bed.”

  “Bossy.” She stuck her tongue out at him but stood up anyway and was surprised to see Brent nude, too. He’d shoved the covers down to the end of the bed and stretched out on his side to watch them. His stiff, restless cock said better than words how much he’d enjoyed the show.

  “I love your mouth,” he said, his eyes firmly fixed her parted lips. “It’s so small and innocent-looking, it makes a man feel like a pervert for wanting to find out just how deep inside he can get.”

  She grinned as she crawled up beside him and sank back on her heels. “Dirty old man.”

  “Card-carrying, just like Joe.”

  “Grow your hair out a little,” Joe said as he settled on the other side of her, “and we’ll put you in pigtails and knee socks and show you just how dirty we can be.”

  “Will you make me suck your lollypop?” she asked, putting her finger to her lips with a coy smile.

  “I thought I just did.”

  “Ooooh,” she crooned as she drew her damp fingertip over the tip of his penis. “I guess I forgot already. Maybe you’d better remind me.”

  Joe grabbed her wrist with a growl. “Quit trying to maneuver me, little girl. We’ve got other plans for you right now.”

  AJ laughed out loud, drunk on the pleasure of feeling naughty and beguiling and desirable. Not even with Rob, the husband she’d sworn to love, honor and cherish, had she felt this dam-bursting swell of enjoyment, as if she were about to explode with wonder and delight. A faint alarm rang somewhere in the back of her head but she studiously ignored it. She deserved this, dammit, and she was going to wring every ounce of enjoyment from it while she had the chance.

  Joe yanked her down on the sheet and rolled her back against him. “Laugh at me, will you?”

  He tickled her mercilessly with his fingers and moustache while Brent dived down to torture the soles of her feet.

  With tears of agonized laughter streaming down her face, she screamed, “Quit or you’ll make me wet the bed!”

  “That’s okay, there’s another one next door,” Brent told her, sliding his tongue between her sensitive toes and inciting more breathless screams and giggles.

  When she begged for mercy and swore she had to go now, they finally let her up. It didn’t dawn on her until she was sitting on the toilet, gasping with relief, that she’d thrown open the door and run down the dim hallway of her hosts’ home buck naked.

  Brent smiled, enjoying the sound of AJ’s chuckles floating down the hall. “Wonder what’s so funny in there.”

  “Beats me,” Joe said, bunching up his pillow behind his head.

 
“It’s nice to hear her laugh.”

  “Yeah, but it’s nice to hear her scream and moan, too.” Joe turned his head and grinned at Brent. “Speaking of which, I think it’s about time I opened up that pretty little ass.”

  Brent raised his brows. “You?”

  “Of course me.”

  “No ‘of course’ about it,” Brent told him, sitting up. “You’re too big and rough for her first time.”

  “I’m not that much bigger than you,” Joe dismissed, “and I can be nice and tender when the situation calls for it.”

  Frustrated, Brent scrubbed his hands though his hair. “I feel pretty strongly about this, Joe. You need to let me take care of her first time.”

  Joe sat up too. “I don’t see why. I’m more of an ass man that you are, and I’d bet I’ve had a lot more experience.”

  The toilet flushed and Brent tensed, knowing they needed to settle this before she returned to the bedroom. “Joe, we both know that sooner or later you’re going to have my ass. You owe me this one.”

  For a second Joe seemed to turn to stone. Then looked away. “Do you want me to leave?” he asked stiffly.

  Brent rolled his eyes. “Why the hell would I want that? I want you to help me make this good for her. I want you to help me fulfill her fantasies like we said we would.” The sound of water running in the bathroom sink ceased, telling him they were out of time. “What about it, Joe? Are you up for it?”

  It looked as if it took some effort, but Joe worked up a crafty smile. “Aren’t I always?”

  Tension hung heavy in the air when AJ returned to the bedroom. Bracing herself for an abrupt end to the pleasurable evening, she shut the door behind her and leaned against it with her fists clenched behind her hips. “What’s wrong?”

  “Not a thing, darlin’,” Joe told her. “What are you doin’ way over there?”

  Relaxing marginally, she eyed them with suspicion as she walked slowly to the foot of the bed and climbed back up between them. “Are you sure nothing’s wrong? The air’s pretty thick in here.”

  “That’s Brent,” Joe said with a wave. “Barbecue gives him gas.”

  Brent nodded gravely. “Now you know my secret shame.”

  AJ fought a snicker. “Having gas is nothing to be ashamed of,” she chided with a smile. “God knows Joe never is.”

  “It’s my one musical talent,” Joe confirmed with a modest smile.

  The snicker finally won. “Men are disgusting. I don’t know how I put up with you all the time.”

  Brent grabbed her and pulled her down on his chest. “But you love us anyway,” he said against her lips, and she sighed as she settled into him, very much afraid he was right.

  The kiss didn’t take long to blossom into a full-scale make-out session with both men, and AJ basked in the extravagance of two masculine bodies pressed close to hers and four hot hands roaming over her skin. When she reached back to pull Joe’s head toward her for a kiss, he turned her over to face him before setting his open mouth on hers.

  Nibbling at her shoulder, Brent breathed, “I want your ass, Ariel.”

  AJ froze, panting. The moment Mandy had prepared her for was apparently here.

  “Okay.”

  Brent pulled away. “Don’t move.”

  She heard a drawer open and the flick of a cap opening before he settled back down behind her. Sliding his hand down her thigh, he nudged her leg up over Joe’s hip. A heartbeat later, a cool, slick finger touched her. Still a little tender and a lot nervous, she flinched, and Joe kissed her forehead.

  “It’s okay,” he told her.

  AJ swallowed. “I know.” But that didn’t keep her heart from trying to rabbit out of her chest when the finger edged deeper. Joe drew a hand over her rib and teased her nipple with his thumb, and she stilled it with her own hand. “Don’t try to distract me. I want to be aware of everything.”

  “All right.”

  “Just hold me.”

  He tucked her head under his chin. “I can do that.”

  “Did Mandy tell you what to expect?” Brent asked.

  When she nodded, he withdrew a little and returned deeper. AJ cringed a little, mentally crossing her fingers. She’d done her best to prevent any “close encounters” but nothing was foolproof.

  Then he pulled out. “Now another.” When she tensed, he said, “Remember, try to relax.”

  He came back into her, thicker now and slick with more cool lube, and she whimpered. “You’re doing great, Ariel,” he murmured. “That plug really opened you up nice.”

  She gulped, trying to control her breathing. “You can thank Mandy for that. She, um…prepared me and put it in.”

  Joe groaned and closed his eyes like he was in pain. “I don’t suppose she filmed that?”

  “God, no!” The very idea was— AJ did a double take. “Wait, she doesn’t have cameras hidden anywhere does she?”

  In Carnal Deliverance, the heroes had secretly recorded the fulfillment of the heroine’s fantasy and presented her with it later. Personally, she would never have trusted any of them again after a stunt like that.

  “No,” he chuckled. “She doesn’t do everything she writes in her books, though we did take a digital picture of her with all her holes stuffed that first time.”

  “But we can do that if you want,” Brent murmured, sliding his fingers all the way into her bottom with one long, smooth stroke. He held there for a minute, twisting and tugging until she gasped. “I’m sure they’ve got a video camera around somewhere.”

  She shot him a dark look over her shoulder. “Not just no, but hell no.”

  “Some other time,” he said. “No more fingers now, honey. My cock’s a lot smoother. I’ll take my time, okay?”

  When he slid out this time, she gasped again at the intense forbidden sensation and buried her face in the hot skin of Joe’s throat.

  “Remember,” Joe said, his voice rumbling against her forehead. “Relax, breathe and push. That’ll get you through it.”

  “Okay.”

  Brent grasped her hips with sticky fingers and positioned himself against her anus, exerting pressure so slowly that she began to wonder if he’d ever go in. Keeping her eyes closed, she breathed deeply and concentrated on relaxing.

  Just when it really started to burn, she felt the head of his cock pop inside.

  “Okay, weird,” she panted. “This feels really weird.” A lot more weird, somehow, than the cold, hard plug had.

  “Weird can be a very good thing,” Joe said.

  Brent started pushing again, rocking forward and back, forward and back, and the burning grew more intense. “I don’t think this is going to work, guys,” she said in a pinched tone.

  Joe kissed her temple and held her tight. “He’s in, sweetheart. Just relax and let it happen.”

  She was near tears when she felt Brent snug his belly against her butt and slip his arms around her waist.

  “That’s all, Ariel. You took it all,” he said, panting a little himself.

  “Really?” she squeaked.

  “Really.” His lips brushed her hair. “How does it feel?”

  She hesitated before deciding that discretion was indeed the better part of valor. “Nice.”

  He chuckled. “Nice as in, you need to go take the biggest dump of your life?”

  Heat scorched her cheeks as she squeezed her eyes shut and giggled. “Ow, no fair making me laugh,” she scolded. “This is supposed to be serious dirty business.”

  “Laughing keeps you more relaxed and open,” he informed her.

  “If you say so.” She sighed. “But it does feel really dirty. I never thought I’d do this.”

  “Just wait,” Joe said. “It gets dirtier.”

  Before she could stiffen, Brent’s hot, slick cock glided outward and she whimpered in panic. “Oh God!”

  She could hear the grin in Joe’s voice when he said, “Like I said...”

  Just when she thought he was going to pull all the way out
, Brent reversed course and plowed steadily back into her. She squirmed and Joe grabbed her knee, holding it against his thigh. “Easy, honey.”

  Brent slid back and forth, over and over, and she gulped, her mind completely blown. She was sandwiched between two gorgeous men having her ass fucked.

  She was enjoying it.

  She was an anal slut.

  Her pussy squeezed with intolerable longing. “Fuck me, Brent,” she gasped, scrabbling backward with her hand to find his hip.

  He grunted and intensified his thrusts.

  “Oh, yes,” she moaned. “More.”

  Without warning, Joe reached down to rake a finger between the lips of her pussy and she cried out. “Joe!”

  “Christ, her cunt is dripping,” he said roughly.

  He bent his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth. At the same time, he buried his finger deep inside her vagina and pulsed it against something frightening and foreign.

  “Oh, Jesus!” She pushed at his arm, clawed at it, squirming, gasping…

  And then she came. Thick, hot spasms of relief tore through her, ruining her, wasting her, and the sound of her own raspy cries seemed to echo in her ears from a tremendous distance. She was gone. She’d slipped anchor and plummeted into a sensual abyss.

  She was an anal slut.

  Hi, I’m Ariel and I’m an anal slut.

  The next thing she heard was Joe’s chuckle.

  “So you’re an anal slut, huh?” he murmured, laying his damp palm on her cheek as he kissed her lips.

  Blushing at the smell her own arousal on his skin, she opened her eyes and glared at him, smacking him on the arm with a weak fist. “Joe!”

  “Hey, you said it, not me.”

  “I did?”

  “You did,” Brent confirmed against her neck.

  Wow. Well, that was embarrassing.

  “But we suspected as much all along,” Joe informed her with a smirk.

  She punched him again, and this time she put some muscle into it. “Very funny.”

  “Hey, little girl.” He stared at her intently, his eyes dilated to the darkest shade of blue she’d ever seen them. “Just how dirty do you want to be?”