Scarlet

by Tielle St Clare

  The right corner of Pax’s mouth pulled up in a half-smile. “I’m not sure that’s something I want to know.”

  “Heather, sweet, would you grab my bag?” Cain asked, shifting a little to face Paxson. The other man didn’t reach out to touch him but their knees brushed against each other and Pax didn’t flinch. “We’ll just go slow and any time you want to stop, we will.”

  A laugh erupted from Paxson’s mouth. “You make it sound like I’m the one getting fucked.”

  “I’m being the considerate, more experienced lover.”

  Heather giggled as she walked back to the bed and dropped the small shaving bag on the mattress. “Which means, you’re the shy virgin in this scenario,” she said to Paxson.

  Pax grimaced and stared at the two of them. “It’s not like I don’t understand the process. I have internet access.”

  Cain grinned as he dug into the shaving kit and grabbed the lube.

  “Then what’s this for, big boy?”

  Pax’s cheeks turned red. “To make sure your, you know, your ass is slick.”

  “Very good.” Cain flipped open the lid and poured some on his own fingers. Hell, he knew Paxson was doing this for him so he didn’t want to push his friend too far. Cain reached behind his back and slipped the tip of his finger into his own ass.

  The first penetration was always a shock but he pushed through. He’d only let a few men fuck him, but sometimes, he just wanted to be filled. After a few minutes, he pulled his finger out and slid the second slick digit into his opening.

  “Are you going to at least let me see?” Paxson asked.

  Cain’s head snapped up and he looked at his friend. Pax sat on his knees, his abs tight, his fingers gripping the bedspread. Cain slowly rolled over onto his stomach. He continued his slow finger-fuck of his ass.

  Heather’s soft hands skimmed down his back, the light touch soothing and making his cock harder at the same time.

  “Here let me.” Paxson brushed Cain’s hand out of the way and seconds later he heard the click of the lube bottle.

  Paxson trembled as he poured the gooey liquid on his fingers. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. Even more, that he wanted to do it. But he did. Watching Cain tonight with Heather and now, with those fingers sliding in and out of Cain’s ass, tempting Paxson with each stroke—oh yeah, he wanted to be part of that.

  But that didn’t stop the nerves. Slowly, he slid his wet fingers between Cain’s ass cheeks, letting one finger tap the slick hole. Cain pressed back, giving him permission. Paxson took a deep breath and eased his fingers into Cain’s ass.

  Heat surrounded him as he slowly pushed forward. Cain moaned but it was a sound of pure pleasure. Paxson pulled out and slowly slid back in.

  He couldn’t stop himself from looking at Heather. She lay on the other side of Cain, stroking her fingers down his back, her eyes wide. She licked her lips as if an amazing feast lay before her.

  “I’m ready,” Cain whispered.

  “You sure?” Cain’s ass still felt really tight.

  “I’m sure. Now slide that bad boy into me.”

  Paxson had already put the condom on when Cain had started his preparations, wanting to be ready. Now he was glad he did because his fingers were coated with lube. He rubbed the leftover onto his cock and rose up on his knees, climbing behind Cain.

  Heather moaned and rolled to her back, her legs opening. Her fingers slid between her thighs and dipped into her pussy. Paxson couldn’t stop his groan.

  Cain turned his head and looked. “Damn.”

  “Yeah.”

  Heather’s eyes sparkled with hunger.

  “Come on, boys. You’re my own personal sex show.” She pumped her fingers in and out of her cunt and Paxson moaned. Damn, he needed to fuck.

  He grabbed his cock and placed the head to Cain’s opening. The tight squeeze drew another groan from his throat. Cain tensed for a moment then his opening relaxed a little, enough for Paxson to slide in.

  “Nice and slow,” Cain whispered. Paxson nodded even though his friend couldn’t see him. He eased back a little then continued his slow forward thrust, going deeper.

  He took his time. He hadn’t been kidding about the internet. He’d looked up anal sex and knew he could hurt Cain if he wasn’t careful. Soon though, Cain was moving with him, rocking back, silently giving Pax permission to go harder.

  The tight squeeze of Cain’s ass made him ready to blow and Pax had to fight the urge to come. He wanted Cain to enjoy this. Hell, he didn’t want it to be over too soon.

  Pax pushed up high on his knees and thrust in, a little deeper and harder. Cain’s shout filled the room.

  “That was good, right?” Pax asked.

  Cain didn’t speak—just nodded—so Pax did it again. The tight hole clenched around his shaft and he ground his teeth together, not wanting to come too soon.

  Cain gripped the bedspread and let his body absorb the wicked pleasure.

  Fuck, Pax was a fast learner. He pushed his cock in, once again nailing Cain’s gland. Cain couldn’t stop his cry.

  Paxson froze. “Fuck, am I hurting you?”

  Cain shook his head. “No, I’m about to come. Now fuck me.”

  The command seemed to work. Pax reared back and thrust in, a little harder, a little deeper than before. Cain pumped his ass up, working against Paxson’s cock.

  Heat slid across his thigh—heat in the form of Heather’s long slim fingers. She moaned as she kissed his shoulder and wrapped her hand around Cain’s shaft.

  “Fuck!” He moved against her grip, thrusting his cock into the circle of her fingers, driving his ass back onto Paxson’s dick. Heaven.

  Pax grunted and slammed in again. The sweet squeeze of Heather’s fingers tightened in perfect timing and Cain couldn’t hold back any longer. He cried out and spilled across the sheets.

  Moments later Pax’s shout filled the room and he felt his lover’s body tense. He moaned, loving the strong male body over his.

  They hung there breathless for the moment, then slowly, Paxson eased back, pulling his cock from Cain’s ass.

  This was actually the moment Cain dreaded, after Paxson had come and he’d realized what he’d actually done. But Pax’s hand patted his hip, a comforting friendly tap as if to thank Cain.

  Pax climbed off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. He came back moments later, the condom gone and a damp washcloth in his hand. Cain looked up, his surprise must have shown on his face.

  “What? I told you I have the internet. I did a little research.” Pax ran the warm cloth across Cain’s ass, wiping away the traces of their fucking. Moments later he returned to the bathroom.

  “Wow.” Heather’s whisper was the first sound she’d made in a long time. Cain gripped his pillow and turned and looked at her.

  “You okay?”

  She nodded, her eyes still open wide.

  “Too much?”

  She shook her head.

  “Sexy?”

  This time she nodded.

  Cain laughed. “Maybe we need to take care of you.”

  She actually spoke. “I’m good.”

  But the flush of her cheeks and the way she squirmed against the mattress told a different story.

  “You don’t look like it.”

  Finally she met his stare. Blatant hunger sparkled in her eyes. “I’m fine. Besides, after that? Neither of you is getting it up again any time soon.”

  Paxson came out of the bathroom, drying his hands on a towel. He stopped at the edge of the bed. “What?”

  “Heather is casting aspersion on our ability to fuck her again tonight.”

  “Well, she’s probably right.” Pax shrugged. “No way I’m getting hard for a while.”

  “Oh, well, yeah, me too,” Cain agreed. “But we don’t need to use our cocks.”

  Pax nodded. “I like that idea.” He reached out and grabbed Heather by the ankle and dragged her to the side of the bed. She yelped as she slid across the
smooth sheets. “I’ve been waiting to taste this sweet pussy for days.” He looked up, over Heather’s raised knee and stared at Cain. “Wanna help?”

  Relief filled Cain’s chest and he slid off the bed. “Oh yeah.”

  * * * * *

  Heather’s phone chimed, dragging her from a deep, deep sleep. Bodies shifted around her—the arm at her back dragging her closer, holding her ass against his groin. The man at her front grunted, clearly annoyed as he rolled over and grabbed the phone off the bedside table. He swiped his finger across the screen.

  “What?” A pause. “Yeah, she’s here.” Paxson shoved the phone at Heather.

  She blinked and took the plastic box in her hand. Her brain blurred as Cain cuddled behind her, his hard cock swelling against her backside.

  “Heather?”

  It took a moment to connect the voice. “Tasha?”

  “Are you okay?” Tasha whispered.

  “Sure, why not?”

  “Well, some strange man just answered your phone and my mother called asking about you and two guys and sex—which was frankly mortifying—and the dress. It’s all very confusing.”

  Cain’s hand slid up to cup her breast even as he rocked his shaft against her backside. Paxson stretched back out, snuggling up against her front and burying his head in the pillow. She would have thought he was going right back to sleep except for the way his hand gripped her ass and squeezed. Well, and the growing hard-on tapping her stomach.

  “I’m fine.”

  Cain chuckled. “You’re a hell of a lot more than fine,” he muttered.

  “Who is that?”

  “No one.” She slapped her hand behind her, smacking Cain on the hip.

  Paxson raised his head and looked over Heather’s shoulder, his eyes a little unfocused. “Ha, you’re no one.”

  “Asshole.”

  “Shh!”

  “Did you just shush me?” Tasha asked.

  “What? No. I shushed them, I mean him.”

  “Them?” There was a pause. “So I take it you got out of the dress.”

  “Yes.” Please don’t ask anything more. Please—

  “And now you’re sleeping with two men?”

  “Sort of?”

  Cain laughed again and slid his hand down between her legs, cupping her pussy. His fingers slid into her passage. “Fuck, she’s already wet.”

  Tasha’s voice rippled in the background but Heather found it increasingly difficult to focus on what she was saying.

  “Move your hand, man, that’s where I was heading,” Paxson said.

  “I got there first.”

  “Dress only works with one man,” Tasha insisted.

  “Huh? Right, one man.” The two hot bodies pressing in around her belied that information but what could she do?

  As soon as she mentally posed the question, her brain came up with a dozen ideas…all involved Cain and Paxson. Various positions, shapes and combinations—her and Cain, her and Paxson, Paxson and Cain. She moaned and couldn’t stop the movement of her hips, fucking herself against the fingers sliding into her cunt.

  “I-I-oh my…”

  “Heather?”

  “Tasha?” It took Heather a moment to remember who was speaking to her.

  “Are you okay? What’s going on?”

  Concern chimed through Tasha’s voice and Heather knew she only had moments before she was unable to respond coherently.

  “The dress came off and oh!” A delicious fluttered whipped through her clit. “Oh, wow. Okay, yeah. Tasha? Hmm, have to go. Talk to you later.”

  The words became indistinct and a little muffled as Cain’s fingers fucked her pussy, nice and deep. She tipped her head back against his shoulder, straining to feel every stroke in her cunt.

  Strong fingers pulled the phone from her grasp. A vague thought whispered that she hoped Paxson hung up the phone but the steady pulse and retreat of Cain’s fingers made it impossible to vocalize.

  Four hands rolled her onto her back and Cain moved over her. She didn’t know how the guys were communicating—they seemed to be reading each other’s minds, working as a coordinated team. Stroking and kissing, one hot mouth on her breast while the other took her lips. Rough fingers sliding across her skin, dipping into her passage, skimming across her spread thighs.

  The touches were random and wicked, keeping her distracted and on edge at the same time.

  Finally, without a word spoken, Paxson pushed away, grabbed a condom off the table and handed it to Cain. Then Pax returned his mouth to her breast, sucking the tight peak between his lips as Cain eased back and rolled the condom up his shaft.

  He paused long enough to kiss her then slid into her. The long, lovely slide drew a groan from her lips. Slow and easy, he fucked her, the perfect way to start the day. Paxson’s hands and voice joined in, stroking her, telling her how beautiful she was. How much he loved being inside her. How tight her pussy held him.

  The orgasm surged through her core like a low rush of thunder—so deep and powerful, she felt it in her toes. She opened her eyes—not realizing she’d closed them—and watched as Cain’s body tensed. He thrust into her one more time, holding himself deep in her cunt as he came.

  Paxson’s shout followed seconds later and hot streams of come pulsed across her breasts. Heather moaned and the final whispers of her orgasm moved through her, draining the last bit of strength from her body.

  “Now, it’s a good morning,” Cain whispered.

  * * * * *

  Heather waited until they’d both fallen back asleep, then slipped out of bed and hurried into the bathroom. She dived under the shower, using the few moments of solitude to center herself.

  The morning-after reality and Tasha’s phone call hit her hard.

  She’d had sex with two guys. Really great sex with two guys.

  That was good. Fantasy material. The memories alone will keep me satisfied for years to come.

  Hot water poured over her as she formulated her plan in her mind. Last night had been incredible. Amazing.

  Her pussy tingled at the memory. Paxson hadn’t been fooling around when he’d mounted her. And Cain…

  She licked her lips. He’d come in her mouth and then damn…watching Pax fuck him had been a delicious, wicked treat.

  So much to take in.

  Reality set in as she dipped her hair back, letting the hot water straighten the curls. Paxson had fucked her because of the dress, because of the curse.

  And that was all she needed. Her clothes shouldn’t continue to just randomly fall off her. She’d done it. She’d fucked both Paxson and Cain.

  You aren’t looking for Mr. Right, she reminded herself. But damn those two come awfully close.

  Briskly moving through her shower, she realized she was free. Last night had been wicked, wild sex, but that was it. No reason to believe it was anything else.

  And it should have satisfied whatever mysterious force surrounded that dress.

  She climbed out of the shower, toweled off and combed her hair. The long red ringlets almost immediately started to curl again. It normally took forever to dry but she was in the middle of the desert and it was supposed to be in the mid-seventies today.

  Low voices hummed in the main room so she knew Paxson and Cain were both awake. And neither of them had left. Drat. She wasn’t sure she wanted to face them right now.

  But she had to. She couldn’t hide out in the bathroom all day.

  Keeping the towel firmly wrapped around her body, she yanked the door open and walked briskly into the room. Cain was still in the bed. Paxson sat at the table, wearing nothing but a sheet. Both men sipped coffee from Styrofoam cups.

  “Morning!” she greeted with just a little too much cheerfulness. “I’m just going to grab something to wear and I’m sure you need to get going as well.” She reached into the top dresser drawer and pulled out her new bathing suit. “Gorgeous day, isn’t it? I think I’ll sit by the pool and work on my tan.” Which was a total lie b
ecause she freckled and used SPF-70 sunblock. Neither man moved. She smiled and hurried back into the bathroom.

  She’d kind of been hoping they would leave. It wasn’t like she didn’t ever want to see them again. She had two more days in Vegas. She would be more than willing to see them but since she was pretty sure the curse was broken, she didn’t have to force them to fuck her.

  She pulled on the bikini bottoms and adjusted the narrow sides low on her hips. Needing to check, she turned and admired her butt. It looked pretty good. The bright red material looked almost like her red panties, and she realized she’d bought the same color swimsuit.

  She adjusted the abbreviated top to her breasts. Thin strings held the slick red cups to her chest. If anything was going to be a test of the curse being broken, it was this top. She’d keep a towel nearby, ready to cover herself if the strings snapped.

  Letting a long slow inhale fill her lungs, she sighed with relief when the bikini top expanded with her.

  So far, so good.

  She grabbed her cover-up and threw it around her shoulders before bracing herself. Leading with a smile, she opened the door and hurried into the room. Both men were still there, though Paxson had pulled on his leather pants, leaving the top button undone. Cain was now sitting up but hadn’t gotten out of bed.

  “Listen, I don’t want to rush away—” Liar. “But I have to hit the pool early in the day or my skin will sizzle to a crisp. Thank you so much for last night.”

  Paxson’s eyebrows went up in question.

  “Well, you know, helping me break the curse and all.”

  “So it’s broken, you think?” Cain asked, standing up, reaching out and grabbing his shorts. Heather couldn’t stop her eyes from wandering up those long, strong thighs.

  Damn, the man has to be a runner. Her gaze slipped a little higher and she saw his cock was half-hard. Woo-boy. A new rush of heat filled her pussy and it was all she could do not to squeeze her legs together, hoping to ease the ache.

  “What? Oh, yes, umm, I think the curse is gone.” She opened her cover-up and flashed them her string bikini, gratified when both men froze and stared at her body. Her nipples tightened at the sight of Paxson’s tongue just touching the inside of his lip. “It hasn’t fallen off me yet.”