She shared a half-smile with Cain then bent down and licked the flat nipple, loving the shudder that ran through Paxson’s body.
“I think he likes that,” Cain murmured.
She nodded and glanced at Cain. Their eyes met and Cain leaned in. He stroked the flat of his tongue across Paxson’s other nipple.
Every muscle in Paxson’s body tensed as those twin mouths worked his sensitive flesh.
Pax gripped the shirt tighter, not wanting to risk dropping it. Heat swelled over his nipple. Fuck, what are they doing to me? Cain opened his mouth and scraped his teeth across the tiny peak. A minor shock of pain surged through his body and made his dick harder.
Pax struggled to maintain control but couldn’t stop his hips pumping up, his cock straining to fuck. The soft skin of Heather’s thighs teased him, tempting him. Cain placed his hand in the center of Paxson’s stomach and pushed down, holding Paxson to the bed.
Paxson bit down on the gag, suddenly pleased that they’d asked him to wear it. He might have asked Cain to stop. Damn, he was glad he couldn’t speak. Cain continued to torment his nipple as Heather rose on her knees. She looked like a goddess rising above him.
Her thighs brushed against his hips and he could feel the heat from her cunt warming his cock. Cain’s weight pressed down on his side, reminding him the other man was there.
Pax’s mind was still reluctant about fucking another man but his body appeared all for it.
He tensed as Cain’s hand slid down his abs, dipping between his legs and giving Pax’s balls a firm tug that only another guy could understand. Pax groaned and clenched his teeth together. His cock ached and damn it, he needed—
“Wait.”
Cain rolled away and Paxson immediately felt the loss of his friend’s touch.
But Heather provided the perfect distraction. She scraped her hands through her hair so it fell in a long tumble down her back. Pressing her chest forward, she tipped her head backward.
She slid her hands up the front of her body and cupped her breasts, doing what Paxson wanted to be doing. Her fingers swirled slow circles around the tight peaks of her breasts. Paxson grunted around the gag and rocked his hips upward, needing to be inside her.
She looked down at him. He expected to see laughter and teasing in her gaze but instead all he saw was desire.
She slipped her hand around his cock and raised it, pressing her wet cunt to the shaft then using her slick liquid to ease the stroke of her hand.
Cain returned and crawled back on the bed. He ripped open the condom and placed it over the head of Paxson’s cock. Cain glanced at him and Pax nodded, giving his friend permission to do it.
Cain’s fingers caressed his cock as he rolled the latex down his shaft.
“My turn,” Heather hummed as she raised his cock and placed the tip to her opening. She hesitated for one heartbeat, then pushed down, letting him fill her.
He clutched the ends of the blouse, holding himself in place as her hot, slick pussy enveloped him. Slowly, she worked his cock into her passage, taking all of him before easing back and letting his shaft slide almost out of her pussy. She caught a breath and pressed back down. Wicked shivers raced through her muscles, her pussy tightening on his cock.
Seductive pleasure stared at him. She wanted this. As he watched, she placed her hands behind her beside his knees, arching her back, pushing those sweet tits forward. Her hair trailed across his thighs as she slowly circled her hips. Not fucking him. Just moving his cock inside her, gripping him.
“Damn, sweet, that’s fucking sexy.” Cain pushed up on his arm, leaned in and kissed her, driving his tongue into her mouth.
Paxson moaned, watching, wanting. While she continued the slow, rolling fuck, working his shaft deep inside her cunt, Cain bent down and once again put his lips on Paxson’s nipple. The bright shiver ran through his skin.
Paxson groaned and rolled his hips up, needing to drive his cock into her. The almost painful bites to his nipple piled sensation on top of sensation and Paxson couldn’t stand it anymore.
He dropped the glittering gold cloth and yanked the gag out of his mouth.
Tension ripped through Heather’s body. She sat up straight, lodging his shaft deep in her passage.
“You want to stop?” The breathless question made his cock harder.
“Fuck, no.”
He sat up, grabbing Heather’s ass to keep his cock buried in her pussy, and rolled over, putting her beneath him. He reached down and scooped up her legs, draping her knees over his arms, opening her cunt and giving him full control.
She gasped and reached for him but Paxson rose up, lifting her hips higher, driving his cock deeper. She couldn’t move unless he gave her permission.
Her hands fluttered at her sides and Paxson grinned, knowing what she was looking for. The weight on the mattress shifted and Paxson looked over his shoulder.
“Where are you going?” he asked as Cain slipped off the bed. His friend raised his eyebrows, challenging Paxson’s question. Pax knew how to intimidate with a look but Cain knew him too well. “Heather wants you.”
Cain shook his head. “You’ve got it covered.”
“I want you.”
Cain froze.
“Now, get your ass back on this bed.” It felt good to be in command. He spent so much of his life holding back, maintaining control. The light in Cain’s eyes flickered with lust and just a hint of fear, but he crawled back on the mattress.
Pax didn’t quite understand what was happening but he wanted Cain to stay. Hell, he wanted Cain.
Keeping his weight forward, keeping his cock drilled into Heather’s cunt, Pax reached out and wrapped his hand around the back of Cain’s neck, dragging him forward, pulling him close enough to kiss.
He stopped, breathless, his mind slowly processing the scene before him.
Before he could think better of it, he tilted his head to the side and covered Cain’s mouth in a hard kiss. The other man froze for one heartbeat, then he kissed Paxson back, opening his mouth, letting Pax sink his tongue into that warm cavern.
Unable to stop the motion of his body, he rocked his hips, pulsing his cock within Heather’s tight pussy.
“Fuck,” he muttered, the word whispered against Cain’s mouth. Cain’s lips curled up in a smile.
“Good, huh?”
“Oh yeah.”
Cain pulled back and Paxson saw his friend, his buddy—and the guy he was going to fuck as soon as he got done with Heather’s pussy.
Pax leaned forward, crouching over her, his hands on the mattress, her knees held open by his shoulders. She moaned as he rocked into her passage, short deep thrusts.
“Is that good, baby?”
She moaned and tried to move against him but he had her so locked in place all she could do was take him. Every little pulse inside her sent new flutters into her core.
She reached for him, needing to feel, wanting to drive him crazy—
“No, baby, that’s not how this is going to work.” He raised his chin to Cain. “Grab that gold glittery thing.”
Cain grinned and picked up her sparkly top from where Paxson had dropped it. He seemed to know what Paxson wanted and looped the edges around the corner of the headboard.
Paxson pushed against her hips, sliding her across the sheets until she was close enough to reach. The two ends of her shirt were placed in her hands and she instinctively tugged on them.
“Same rules. If you want to stop, just let go.”
Pax’s smug attitude—where the hell had the shy, gentle lover gone?—made her lift her chin in defiance.
“I won’t let go.”
“We’ll see.” He rocked his shaft inside her, tilting his hips so every pulse teased her clit. She couldn’t stop the cry that tore from her throat. She tightened her cunt around him and savored his shout.
“I can take whatever you dish out,” she said, confidence high.
“Hmm, maybe we need to stick that gag in her mo
uth,” Paxson snarled.
Cain chuckled. “I’ve got something better to go in her mouth.” He knelt on the mattress and nudged his hips forward.
Hungry for every sensation, she pressed up, sucking the tip of Cain’s cock between her lips. He rocked forward, sinking another couple of inches into her mouth. The heat triggered lovely little explosions through her body.
But it wasn’t enough. She punched her hips upward, trying to slam Paxson into her, needing just that one little touch to—
“Damn, I can’t get into her mouth,” Cain growled. “Not at this angle.”
Pax’s head snapped up, his jaw tight, his eyes a little crazy. He’d been close. Hell, so had she.
But Paxson nodded and slowly backed off, lowering her hips to the bed, easing his cock from her pussy.
“No!”
“Shh, baby, it’s okay. We won’t leave you.” Paxson rubbed his palm across her stomach, sending those nerves tingling. He slid his fingers up her sides, cupping her breasts and swiping his thumbs across her nipples. A shiver ran through her sensitive flesh. She moaned as he scooped his hands beneath her hips and urged her to roll over.
Cain was there—back against the headboard, legs spread, that long cock hard and waiting for her.
And a wicked look in the man’s eyes.
Reveling in her own hunger, she bent down and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, taking him to the back of her throat in one fast suck.
“Fuck!” Cain’s shout echoed through the room. She hummed and pulled back, pausing for a moment before sinking back down, taking him deep once again.
Hot, strong hands gripped her hips, holding her in place.
“That’s it, baby. Swallow that cock.”
Paxson’s command surged through her core. His hands moved up and down her sides, subtly guiding her into place. Her pussy ached and Heather knew she needed him inside her, needed to be fucked hard.
The delicious delay cooled her down just a fraction. She only hoped Paxson, and Cain, could bring her back to the heights.
She sucked hard on Cain’s cock, hollowing out her cheeks as she pulled back. He shouted, his hips thrusting upward as if he needed to be deeper. If she could have smiled, she would have. She loved that she was capable of making him irrational.
When she reached the rounded tip, she opened her mouth and let the head pop out.
“No!” Cain’s hand grabbed the back of her head, trying to shove her down on his cock.
Instead, she licked the drop of pre-come and turned her head to the side, whispering kisses down the full length of his lovely shaft.
“Honey, please.”
She lifted her head and met his fierce gaze. “I want to feel you both come.”
Cain dropped back on the pillows, strength seeming to leave his body.
“Hell, Pax. Fuck her. She’s not going to let either of us come until you do.”
She chuckled, making sure Cain felt the sound against his shaft. He moaned and the hand at the back of her head tightened, pressing her closer. She rewarded him with a lick. She ran her lips back up his cock and once again took him into her mouth.
His hips pumped a little, pulsing his cock deeper into her mouth but not too much. She still had control.
The head of Paxson’s cock tapped her entrance and his fingers tightened on her hips. She froze, inhaling through her nose, preparing her body for his hard thrust. She wanted it, was ready for it.
But once again he surprised her. He hesitated for one breath then eased the thick head into her opening, slowly filling her. His shaft felt huge from this angle. She moaned around the cock in her mouth and squirmed, trying to get Pax to fuck her harder.
She liked this position but she couldn’t really come from it. Still, the incredible slide of Pax’s cock made it worth it. He sank in, balls deep, holding himself to the hilt inside her pussy.
“I’ve got you, baby. Just going to fuck you nice and easy while you suck Cain’s cock.” Slowly, he retreated, easing his cock almost out before sliding back in. The gentle motion allowed her to move on Cain’s shaft without choking.
Surrounded and filled, Heather sank into sensation, sucking on the cock in her mouth, savoring the steady push and pull of Paxson in her cunt. Hot male hands stroked her skin, cupping her breasts and teasing her sensitive nipples.
Cain’s fingers slid through her hair, holding, urging her to take him a little deeper. She swallowed and let his cock go to the back of her throat.
He moaned and she could feel the muscles in his legs contract as if he was holding himself back, not thrusting into her mouth as he wanted. She hummed around his cock, thanking him for his restraint.
“Oh fuck.” His hand tightened on her head. She sucked harder, knowing he was close.
“Finish him off, baby.” Paxson’s voice sounded strained and rough. “Then I can fuck you hard.” He pumped his hips against hers, pushing her forward, driving Cain’s cock farther into her mouth.
Yeah, that wasn’t going to work. She concentrated on Cain, bobbing her head, speeding up, meeting the barely controlled thrusts in her mouth.
“Shit, sweetheart, I’m close.”
She loved that he gave her warning to pull away but she wasn’t going to retreat. She sucked, drawing him in, swallowing deep when he cried out and spilled into her mouth.
She leaned back to grab a breath, letting Cain’s cock fall from her mouth.
“Fuck!” Paxson’s shout blended with her moan as he slammed into her, as if the sight of Cain coming in her mouth had been too much for him.
The deep solid pounding illuminated her nerve endings. She braced her hands on the mattress, unable to really participate—she could just take what he gave her.
She craved the heavy thrusts, loving every stroke in her pussy, but the final touch to make her come was missing.
“Touch her clit, man.”
“What?” Paxson’s growl was barely audible.
“She needs her clit stroked if she’s going to come like this,” Cain said.
“Help me.”
Cain wiggled down the mattress. It was probably awkward as hell but Heather didn’t care. Her body absorbed every caress, each thrust sending her higher, making her ache.
Locked in the steady fucking, she cried out when a light touch caressed her clit. Shivers lit up her spine and she slammed her ass back, driving Paxson deeper.
“Fuck, make her come,” Paxson ordered. “I want to feel this sweet cunt squeeze my dick.”
Another delicate caress combined with the heady rush from Paxson’s words sent her over the edge. Her scream caught in her throat as the orgasm slammed into her, shocking her body for long moments.
The only thing that penetrated the luscious fog surrounding her was Paxson’s groan and his final thrust. His arm wrapped around her waist, holding his cock deep inside her as he came, tiny pulses sending new flutters through her pussy.
Chapter Nine
Dear Diary,
Wow, oh wow, oh wow. Cain and Pax. Together? Separately? This is the stuff that porn fantasies are made of.
Cain smiled as Heather then Paxson collapsed on the mattress. Good thing it was one of those king monstrosities. A normal bed would not have held the three of them.
He stretched out, his hand still slick with Heather’s pussy juices.
Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him, dazed and completely satisfied. He recognized the look. She’d had that same fuzzy stare when he’d fucked her.
But this time it had been Paxson. Big, beautiful Paxson.
Cain closed his eyes and let his head drop onto one of the many pillows. He’d come in her mouth. He’d touched and kissed Heather’s beautiful body. He’d gotten to see Paxson in action. He was good.
Good. Yep, he was good.
He pushed aside the nagging ache to feel Pax fuck him. The other man wasn’t comfortable with it. Cain could accept that. Instead, he concentrated on the warm body beside him.
Though Pa
x had kissed him—what a shock that had been.
The mattress shifted and rose as Paxson left the bed. Cain couldn’t resist watching that tight, hard ass walk away, headed toward the bathroom.
Cain once again let his eyes close. He was comfortable and satisfied.
Heat pressed against his front as Heather cuddled close to him, her soft breasts teasing his chest. He smiled and ran his hand down her hip, loving the curve of her ass in his palm.
The strain of the last twenty-four hours, of tempting his best friend into bed, was enough that as soon as Cain let it go, his mind started to drift. Not even the low murmur of Paxson and Heather talking was enough to draw him to the surface. He’d done his part. He’d gotten them together. They’d fucked. It had been sexy as hell. He’d done his good deed for the day. Hell, for the month!
“Don’t go to sleep on us yet.” Heather lips followed the command up with a light kiss.
“Just drifting,” Cain replied, his mind floating, not quite processing Heather’s words until… Us?
His eyes popped open and instantly met her wicked stare. The edge of her lips pulled up into a dangerous smirk.
“Should I be worried?” he asked.
Her gaze flicked over his shoulder and Cain realized Paxson stood behind him at the edge of the mattress.
“Maybe.” She kissed Cain. “I mean, he’s big and thick and long.”
Cain’s cock leapt as she continued her description.
She reached up and scraped her fingers through the hair at his temples, dragging the long strands forward.
The mattress sank as Paxson climbed on next to him. Fear shot through his chest—not from the thought of Paxson fucking him, he was looking forward to that—but he didn’t want to see a look of disgust on Paxson’s face.
But damn it, it had been his idea. He looked up and met his friend’s gaze.
Paxson’s eyes were shielded, revealing very little. Finally, he said, “I’ve never done this. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” The words popped out of Cain’s mouth without thought. “Besides, this isn’t my first rodeo.”
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