by Dana Delamar
“Go on, love,” I said quietly.
She nodded. Inhaled. “Okay, I want to take you both… at the same time.”
“Front and back?” I asked. “Or—”
“Front and back. Yes.”
Her pallor at the possibility of “or” made me laugh.
Her bottom lip pushed out into a pout and she crossed her arms beneath her tits, which pushed them up deliciously. “Well, if you aren’t interested—”
“Oh, I’m interested all right.” I stroked her long dark hair, then shifted my gaze to Dev. “Dev?” The heat hadn’t left his eyes, but it was now mixed with something else—intrigue? Excitement? Trepidation? I honestly wasn’t certain what it was.
Surprising me completely, he flattened his tongue on top of Sky’s shoulder and licked a broad path up to her ear. “I’m very interested as well,” he whispered loudly enough for me to hear.
Sky shivered. I knew exactly how she felt.
“We should talk about… um… positions,” she said.
I raised a brow at Dev. “You choose, mate.” He’d seemed to enjoy running the show last time. And I wanted him to be utterly comfortable with what we were going to do, because there would be a lot of contact involved.
Our gazes connected and held. I couldn’t have looked away from all that smoldering passion even if my life had depended upon it. And in a way it did.
Dev smirked. He raised his heels onto the mattress, slipped his briefs off his legs, and scooted himself back into the middle of the bed. He gripped his long cock and gave a couple of languorous pulls. Christ. Seeing Dev like this was going to make me come. He closed his eyes and moaned softly before reaching for a condom packet on the dresser. Vanessa had really thought of everything.
Sky and I were riveted to the action taking place in the center of the bed. My cock ached, it was so hard, and I could hear Sky’s rapid breaths. There was a catch in her throat when Dev held his hand out to her. “Come on, sweets. Climb on.”
To say that I was shocked by his choice would be a gross understatement. Arranged like this, the man lying on the bed was in a submissive position. I’d never have imagined Dev making himself vulnerable to me in this way. Even though I’d often dreamed of it.
I assisted Sky onto the bed. My mouth watering, I watched her straddle Dev’s hips. He fondled her tits while she palmed his cock and held it straight up. And then she took him into her wet pussy, into her hot body. I listened to her gasps as she sank down onto his lap. I listened to his groans as he filled her to the brim.
I listened to myself moan at the beauty of their joining. How I wanted to be a part of it. Of them.
On cue, as though they’d both agreed on it, Sky and Dev turned their flushed faces and bright eyes toward me.
“You coming, mate?” Dev asked.
Yes, I was coming. Christ. I stepped around the bed to get a condom, squeezing the base of my cock to stave off the orgasm that was already making my balls tingle. I took calming breath after calming breath, rolled the condom on, and picked up the lube. Despite this being a little more than a business task for Sky, I did want her to enjoy herself. We’d never even talked about whether or not she’d ever had anal sex. I really was a self-centered bastard. Biting back a snort, I knelt on the bed and crawled up between Dev’s legs. I ran my hand up Sky’s tense back, along her spine, and back down and over her hip, trying to calm her. She had a fine arse, round and firm. And I wanted in.
I applied some pressure to the middle of her back. “Lie down for me, love.”
Dev smiled at her and slid his hands up her sides to her shoulders. “Give us a kiss,” he said. His husky voice went straight to my cock. At this rate, I’d have the johnnie filled with pre-cum before I even entered her tight arse.
Sky lowered her chest onto Dev’s, and they snogged. It was a little tentative at first, no doubt due to nerves, but soon they seemed ravenous. They moaned and there was quite clearly tongue involved.
Dev’s magic relaxed her, but it had the opposite effect on me. I glanced down at the view in front of me. Sky’s perfect arse, the pale cheeks and pink hole, and Dev’s hairy thighs, his heavy balls cushioning Sky’s pussy. He stroked her hips and flashed me his cock.
His hole was only a few inches lower, hidden from my view between his cheeks. I felt faint at the notion that my cock was a few mere inches from Dev’s hole. From nirvana. I started to shake. A few beads of sweat rolled down the sides of my face. I wanted to be inside him, but not like this. Never without his permission.
There was someone else who had given me permission. Someone else whose arse awaited my cock to fill it.
I squirted some lube on my hand and gently spread it around that pink bud. At my first touch, Sky jolted, but then she settled down. She moaned and pushed against my finger. Dev stopped moving. He held Sky close to him and murmured in her ear. His eyes were on me.
Burning into me.
I squeezed a little more lube and pushed it into Sky’s hole, following it with my finger up to the knuckle. She tensed and a soft groan escaped her tightly compressed lips. Dev stroked her back lovingly. “That’s it, sweets. Take Rod’s fingers. That’s a good girl.”
She let out a shuddery breath. Her muscles relaxed, and my finger slid in all the way. The suction was intense, and I couldn’t wait to have all that heat and tightness gripping my cock.
I added a second finger, gently thrusting them into her. I could feel Dev’s hardness inside her. God. My head spun. This was as close as I’d ever come to touching Dev’s cock. Only a thin membrane separated him from my fingers.
Sky moaned. Her back arched like a cat’s. “More,” she said. Her raspy voice ran over me like a rough tongue.
I pulled my fingers out of her. Her ass chased them. “Soon, love,” I soothed her. I pressed three fingers inside and she tensed with a hiss. It was tight. So bloody tight. And Dev’s cock was so bloody hard. I turned my hand slowly and pressed the pads of my fingers against her inner walls as I pumped into her.
Dev groaned and thrust his hips. Sky shuddered. The ripple started deep inside and rolled throughout her body, leaving her covered in gooseflesh.
It was time.
I removed my fingers, wiped them on the bed sheets, and crawled closer. My hands on Sky’s hips, I asked, “Ready?”
“Yes!” They both answered in unison. I’d have laughed, but I was too far gone.
Delirious with lust, I brought the crown of my cock to her sweetly glistening hole and pushed it inside, slowly and steadily.
“Oh Jesus. There’s so much pressure.” Sky groaned.
Once the entire crown was inside her, I stopped moving and rubbed her back. “That’s it, love, let your body soften. It will feel good soon.”
Dev cupped her face in his hands and raised her head up. He looked into her eyes. “But if it doesn’t, you tell us. We’ll stop straight away. Okay?”
Her head bobbed. “Okay.”
A few moments later, she arched her back. “Oh!”
Yeah, that was what I’d been waiting for. The burning sensation and the pressure must be shifting into something else. She rounded her back, her face buried against Dev’s neck. Then she arched it again and pushed back. I let her have control as she impaled herself on my cock, only lending her the steadying support of my hands on her waist.
When I was all the way in, she glared at me over her shoulder. “Move, damn you.”
I smacked a beckoning arse cheek. “Demanding wench.”
Her moan sizzled through me. Fuck, I wanted to come, but I wanted this more. Thinking of England, I pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in. I wasn’t sure who groaned the loudest. They probably heard us all the way back at the Hideaway Resort.
Dev’s hands rubbed down Sky’s back. He opened his bent legs wider and pushed down on her arse. When he pulled back, I pushed in. Each time one of us moved, I could feel Dev, his hot cock along the entire length of mine. I could also feel Sky. Her heat surrounded me, her tigh
tness gripped me, and her excited moans seared themselves into my memory.
I could never repay her for this experience, the utter joy she was giving me. Holding on to Sky’s waist, I thrust into her, moving slow and steady, unrelenting. Her lithe body quaked under my hands. She writhed and wriggled her ass, her moans mingling with Dev’s groans and my strangled gasps. His hips pumped into her, small strokes in counterpoint to mine.
This was heaven.
This was hell.
This was everything.
DEV
Sky screamed and her body shook in my arms, the waves of her release cascading over her. Her tight little cunt gripped me like a fist, pushing me to the edge. It was all I could do not to topple over along with her. I kept my gaze on her face, on the slight whisker-burn on her chin, on her gaping mouth, her closed lids with the lashes brushing her prettily flushed cheeks. She was stunning.
She opened her eyes, brown pools of ecstasy. Aftershocks continued to pulse through her body. Her grip on my shoulders tightened, her hips bucked forward and back a final time, and then she stilled.
I smiled.
“Shut up,” she murmured, collapsing onto my chest.
I brushed several long curls off her cheeks so I could see her expression, that post-orgasmic haze that I’d have set to paper had I the talent to do it.
This was the look I’d kept in my heart all those months she’d been gone. I loved seeing her so relaxed and sated. I’d have loved to see that expression on her face every day.
My gaze shifted to Rod looking so beautiful, a Greek god kneeling before a bountiful feast. The skin on his cheeks was tight, flushed. His pupils blown, his blue eyes hazy with unfulfilled lust. Like me, he was still hard, buried inside Sky’s tight little body. My gaze snagged his and I felt him tremble, felt him throb deep inside her, where we almost touched.
My cock jumped at the knowledge of Rod so close. Every time he moved, even the smallest amount, I felt it. It was so close to the fantasy I’d had last night.
I was a bundle of emotions. Being with Sky again was even better than it had been in Palm Springs, but being with her at the same time as Rod, well… there was something indescribable about it. Something decadent, like eating a cream-smothered pastry. But like the chocolate-iced chocolate cake Rod loved so much, would it get old quickly? Was this threesome adventure something Rod would tire of before Sky and I did? He’d always moved from partner to partner, rarely staying with the same person—or people—for more than a night.
I stretched my legs a little, bringing them in. My foot touched Rod’s. He stilled, eyes blazing.
I might not be able to have him. Fuck, I knew I couldn’t, but maybe tonight, here in this safe place with Rod and Sky, I could have a taste of chocolate-iced chocolate cake.
I rocked my hips, eager to chase my release now that Sky had had hers, eager to help Rod chase his as well.
Sky moaned, and it was not the pleasure-filled kind.
“Ow.” She moaned again.
I froze, as did Rod.
“Sweets?” I said, smoothing down her hair with my hand. “What’s wrong? Did we hurt you?”
She pushed herself up with her arms and blew out a breath. “It’s just that, um…” She cast her eyes downward, suddenly shy. That bit of vulnerability shredded my heart.
“It’s okay,” I said, kissing the tip of her nose.
Rod pulled out slowly, and Sky seemed to relax. She lifted her hips off me and tumbled onto the bed next to me.
“I’m sorry, guys. I’m just so… yeah. I can’t keep going. I came and now…”
“You aren’t feeling it anymore?” I suggested.
She nodded.
Rod asked me for a tissue, then pulled off his condom before lowering himself to hover above her. He kissed her gently. “No worries, love. A lot of girls find double penetration too awkward or painful after they’ve orgasmed. We’ll know for next time.” He winked at her.
She giggled. Her hand snuck between their bodies, and when it closed around Rod’s cock, he hissed and closed his eyes.
“I can still help you guys out,” she said, her eyes going to me. She raised her brows in a questioning manner. She repeated this action insistently several times.
What exactly was she asking me? My gaze drifted back down their bodies to where she fisted Rod’s cock, slowly stroking him. His hips moved languidly, his eyes closed. He was so beautiful like this. I wanted to touch him. Really touch him, without anything between us.
Rod made a sound, a small gasp. A groan.
I looked at Sky. She raised her brows again.
This might be my only opportunity. I had to try. I cleared my throat. “Rod…” It seemed to take hours for him to turn his head in my direction, to open his eyes, but when he did, I was trapped by the intense focus he turned on me. Was it just the need to come or was it something more?
I knew Rod wanted me. He’d said it often enough. But to see it, so clearly, so unequivocally, made up my mind for me.
I was going to have a taste of that bloody chocolate-iced chocolate cake.
“Allow me?” I asked. Heat immediately seared my face, but I forged on. I studiously kept my gaze on his, refusing to let it rove lower.
Rod’s eyes widened, and he made a choked sound. “You want to—?”
“Yes, if I may?”
Rod pushed himself up into a sitting position. He swallowed, and if I wasn’t mistaken, he seemed a bit nervous suddenly. “How… how do you want me?”
I patted the bed. “Lie down.”
Rod practically threw himself into the small space between me and Sky. He lay on his side facing me. I couldn’t meet his eyes. Instead, I slowly let myself look at his body, get my fill of his shoulders, the hair on his chest and arms that was both lighter in color and amount than mine, if I didn’t shave my chest. He had just the right amount of chest hair to leave it natural, not like the Austin Powers rug I had. Okay, it wasn’t that bad, but it was more than I liked.
I followed the trail of light brown hair over his abdomen, more defined than you’d expect from someone who partied as much as Rod did. Few people knew he spent hours each day in the gym lifting weights or running on the treadmill. He had to, or he wouldn’t be able to perform the way he did onstage.
My gaze slid over his nooks and crannies, bumping along the V-shaped line of his obliques, and down his treasure trail to the nest of dark curls that circled his erection. His cock stood hard and proud.
On instinct, I reached for it. Touched the tip with the pad of my index finger. Rod sucked in a breath. He tracked my every move, but said not a word. A bead of pre-cum pooled in his slit. It called to me. I dragged my finger into it and smeared the slick liquid over the smooth crown. His flesh felt like mine, but it was lighter in color. Redder.
The reality of the situation hit me then; I was touching Rod’s cock.
Taking a deep breath, I curled my fingers around his shaft. Did he enjoy a tight hold or a light one? Though I’d watched him jerk off that day in our bungalow, and before when we were teens, I’d been too shy, too caught up in the illicit nature of the moment to give his technique the attention it deserved. How did he like to be touched? As well as I knew Rod, I didn’t know that.
I ran my fingers over the head of his cock to slick them with pre-cum, then I returned to his shaft and stroked him. My movements were tentative at first. I let myself savor the moment. The silky-smooth feel of his skin, tight at the head, veiny toward the root, the sensation of his pubic hair tickling my pinky finger and the side of my palm. Most of all, I memorized the length, the girth, and the heat of him.
My movements accelerated. I tightened my grip. Rod moaned, and my gaze shot to his face. Was I doing it right, or was I hurting him?
His lids appeared half closed but only because his gaze was locked on my hand, tightly curled around his cock.
“Faster,” he murmured, and the hoarseness of his voice, the rawness of his need, almost had me coming. Pre-cum dri
bbled onto my thigh.
I was enjoying this.
Why it felt like a revelation I had no idea. I’d tried so damn hard to never allow myself to think about men, about loving a man, about Rod, but one couldn’t escape one’s dreams, the idle fantasies I’d been having more and more since this trip had started. Since that week we’d spent together in Palm Springs.
The scent of his sweat, clean and manly, mixed with the scent of sex in the air was an aphrodisiac more powerful than anything that could be manufactured in a lab.
Rod was a drug, and right now he was mine.
I held his essence in my palm, and I wanted to see it spill. I jerked him faster, tightened my grasp, and flicked my thumb over his darkening crown every few strokes. Rod’s moans became louder, more frequent. His eyes rose to my face and held my gaze. They looked like the ocean, like sapphires, dark jewels in an alabaster face. But they weren’t cool like stones.
They were hot. So hot I feared I’d be left a mess of blisters. Rod thrust his hips, began fucking my fist. I imagined, for a moment, that he was fucking me. I knew that’s what he was imagining too. I could see it on his face. His jaw dropped open. His eyes rolled back and closed, and then warmth spilled onto my hand.
I watched as ribbons of cum, white and creamy, shot toward my stomach.
I gasped as it landed on my abdomen, a few drops rolling down to be lost in my pubic hair. I stared at it amazed, confused, elated, and lost. Rod’s cum was on my skin, in my hair. What should I do?
Hearing Rod’s throaty chuckle, I shivered. He smiled, a crooked smile that made me want to lick his lips, suck them into my mouth, and sink my teeth into them. He looked down at my stomach, at his mess on me. “May I?” he asked, echoing my earlier words.
Fully expecting he was offering to fetch a flannel from the toilet, I almost had a heart attack when he slid farther down the bed and licked a dollop of cum off my stomach. I made a strangled sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan.
Sky scooted over into the space Rod had vacated and curled her arms around my head. “Let Rod take care of you, Dev.” She smiled. “You want him to, don’t you?”