Tapped

by Liz Crowe

  “Jesus, if I weren’t so secure, I’d worry about you two being perfect for each other,” Austin said as he knelt next to her and turned her face to meet his. “But you are mine, Evelyn. Forever. Mine.” He slanted his mouth over hers, sweeping into her with his tongue, leaving her breathless. He released her slowly and she opened her eyes. “And don’t ever forget it.” He fell back on the bed. “Now, why don’t you just relax and enjoy yourself?” He propped his arms behind his head. “It’s my damn turn to watch.”

  Ross cleared his throat. “Glad I can oblige you both.” They all laughed and Ross tugged her close again, his lips strong, different and yet still perfect, the rasp of his beard rough against her face. His tongue asserted its intention between her lips, making her heart pound. She felt Austin’s hand on her ass, then her lower back. She shifted and pressed her needy clit against Ross’ shaft.

  Breaking the knee-melting kiss, she stared at down at Ross, the long yellow curtain of her hair shutting out everything but the two of them. He smiled and held out a hand. Austin put something in it. “Hang on one moment,” he said as he opened the condom packet and rolled the thing down his dick. His blue gaze intent, he angled his hips down then thrust forward.

  “Holy shit!” she cried out and closed her eyes at the exquisite pain and pleasure of the penetration.

  “You okay, baby?” Austin’s voice sounded rougher than normal. She nodded, taking it in, letting herself go, feeling herself give way, her flesh spreading to accommodate him. She sucked in a breath, realizing he wasn’t even all the way in yet. Ross spoke softly, and to her. “You are so goddamned beautiful.”

  He shoved up higher, latching onto to her nipple. Her back arched at the sensation just as a lubricated finger rubbed against her tightest hole. She sensed Austin’s hips against her backside, the tip of his cock replacing the finger. He slipped inside, slowly, making her exhale.

  “Oh, dear God,” she groaned, every fiber of her soul crying out for release, but unwilling for it to end.

  “It’s all right, my love.” He caressed her hips. “Arch back against me, like I taught you. Think about that butt plug you love so much, and just relax.” He draped over her back, kissing between her shoulder blades. She had never felt more loved than at that moment between the amazing men. Austin grabbed her hair, pulling back, bringing a bit of pain that she loved, and Ross latched on to her other nipple.

  “Make room for me,” Austin grunted, and Ross withdrew, still loving her breasts, cradling them and sucking, nuzzling their sensitive tips. Austin’s grip tightened and her body gathered energy, her breathing got ragged, the edge of a precipice near. She pictured herself, ready to jump. Ready to take the incredible leap, pain or no, dangerous emotional territory be damned. And it did hurt, a little, but she wanted it. All of it.

  “Take me, Austin.” She spoke while staring into Ross’ eyes. Austin pressed deep into her ass, owning her, marking and filling her. Ross sucked at her nipple, and he angled his hips to bring needed friction to her clit, the result a breathtaking climax that made her sob with its intensity.

  Evelyn had never experienced so many sensations at once. Two sets of masculine hands caressed her. She closed her eyes and went airborne in her head, giving in to the touches, the lips and hands and bodies below and behind her. It hurt, but it was a good kind of pain, hard to explain but luckily all she had to do right then was just enjoy it.

  Finally, after a few moments of shivering, shuddering release, she opened her eyes.

  Ross stayed quiet, cradling her breasts as they bounced from Austin’s efforts behind her. He reached up and brushed her tears away, his gaze soft. She sniffled as Austin sighed and withdrew slowly from her body, making her wince and yelp. “Shit, that hurt. But don’t mind me. I’m a regular tear fountain.”

  Austin flopped down next to Ross. “Sorry. Needed that.” He looked up at her, his handsome face open, content and happy. She refocused on Ross. Without a word, or taking his gaze from hers, he shifted his hips again, filling her so completely she experienced a quick flutter of pity for any woman not herself right at that moment. She smiled, her entire body buzzing with satisfaction and began rocking her hips, pressing her clit against him as she hummed with happiness. He shoved up high, making her gasp and sit up, propping herself on his thick chest.

  “Heilige Scheiße,” he muttered. His gaze bored straight into her soul. “I need to kiss you. Please, Evelyn, I need your lips.”

  She dropped over him and covered his mouth, her tongue darting in, giving him what he wanted. She lifted, then slid back down on his shaft, the delicious thickness of his cock bringing a newly familiar measure of pain to the pleasure coursing through her.

  He held her close then sat, bringing her legs around to either side of his hips so they were rocking together. His fingers slid into her hair. Her vision brightened at the new angle. “Let me,” he whispered. She nodded, speechless, as he set the pace and rhythm.

  She gasped and clutched at his broad shoulders, saw Austin watching them, his eyes dark. He mouthed the words “I love you” to her just as Ross angled deep against her G-spot. Her body seemed to dissolve, then reform itself. The room dimmed around her as she cried out, clutching at him, wanting this one perfect moment to last forever.

  Ross’ breath warmed her neck. “Evelyn, that was amazing.”

  She loved the sound of her name on his lips, the way his accent drew out the syllables, made them beautiful. With a grunt, he flipped them over, his shoulders and large, hard body filling her universe. And that incredible shaft still pinning her, fucking her. She wrapped her legs and arms around him. “Make me come again,” she gasped.

  He sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting down, making her body move against his, their erotic dance taking on something of a purpose, a primal function. Their combined lust permeated everything, making her dizzy. “Oh dear Jesus, Ross.” The orgasm rushed toward her again, blinding her like bright, oncoming headlights. His lips covered hers and his tongue invaded her mouth.

  He tore his lips from hers at the last minute and groaned, hips thrusting, pounding into her, filling her with her completely. Finally, their breathing calmed and they stared at each other. Her heart constricted with something she didn’t recognize. He pulled out and she winced. “Sorry.” He dropped to the bed on her other side, chest still heaving. “I’m sort of…”

  “Bloody huge, that’s what. Damn.” She glared at Austin when he burst out laughing. He rolled her up on her side to face him, cradling her face.

  “My lovely, blunt girl.” His lips were familiar against hers. “That was amazing, but you probably know that already. I love you,” he whispered. “But I need a shower. Go on, rest with him.”

  She curled into the curve of Ross’ body, forgoing her usual trip to the bathroom post-sex, too tired, too sated to move. His breathing evened out, warming her neck as the sounds of water and Austin’s whistling made her smile. Perfect. She drifted off, cradled in her new lover’s arms.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Ross woke when a shaft of early morning sunlight hit him square in the eyes. He sighed, took a deep breath of the woman in his arms, and kissed her bare shoulder. She stirred and rolled onto her back away from him. He stared at her, his cock already standing at attention, his chest constricted by the memory of the night before.

  He ran his finger down her face, neck and arm, smiling as the delicious pink buds of her nipples reacted, hardening, begging for his lips. But he waited, wanting to stroke every inch of her—from the soft curve of her hip, down her strong thigh, and back up.

  “Hmmm…keep that up and I won’t be responsible for what happens next.” She rolled away from him, wrapping herself around Austin’s still-sleeping form. “Ah, yes, just what I wanted.”

  Ross swallowed hard. He should go. Now.

  “Don’t go.” Her voice, newly precious to him, pierced his soul.

  Trying not to betray any unsteadiness in his voice, he cleared his throat and sat in a cha
ir next to the bed. “All right. But it’s my turn to watch, I think.” He smiled and fisted his aching shaft. “Show me.” He leveled his gaze at her. “Suck his cock, baby.”

  Austin put his arms behind his head. “Yeah, what he said. I took a shower for a reason.” He raised an eyebrow.

  “Great. Two bossy men.” But she positioned herself between Austin’s legs and lapped at him, slipping her tongue along the slit, running it around the edges of his swollen head.

  Ross groaned, using his leaking cum to lubricate his own efforts, watching as she did exactly what he’d told her. Austin threaded his fingers in her hair and arched his back, thrusting into her mouth. The sounds she made as he fucked her throat brought a buzzing to Ross’ ears. He tensed, ready for release.

  But just when he thought Austin might blow, she released him and moved up his long body to his lips. The man rolled her over and pinned her beneath him. She wrapped both long legs around his waist. Their eyes never left each other’s. Their lips moved, forming words Ross couldn’t hear. The emotional connection they shared flared sharp and hot, a visceral thing Ross could almost see and smell and wanted to hold fast to himself.

  “Harder.” Her voice was raw with emotion. “Please, Austin, I feel you. I need you to… Oh God, yes!”

  He leaned down to suck a nipple between his lips, altering the angle of his thrusts.

  Every nerve ending Ross possessed burned. His brain shut off and his body took over. He dropped onto the bed beside Austin and watched her face, intent until he realized that Austin had slowed his movements.

  “On your side, Evelyn. We both want to make you come,” Austin said, his low voice hoarse.

  It was a familiar scene to Ross. The nameless, naked girl between them, Austin in one orifice and Ross in the other, hands on her breasts, her hands on one of them. Her cries. Her moans.

  But this was one hundred percent not that. He very well might love this woman and that was a recipe for disaster. Ross tried to disentangle himself, to escape before he ruined a friendship and potentially Austin and Evelyn’s relationship. He knew himself too well and he knew Austin. This would never work in the real world.

  But Evelyn arched her back and pressed her sweet ass against his erection and all logic flew from his head like so much smoke. He grabbed the lube on their bedside table and used it on one finger then pressed against her, then inside her, going slowly as Austin thrust into her pussy and sucked her nipples. The raw smell of her lust and body filled his brain, making him dizzy with need. As he angled his hips so he could penetrate her gorgeous ass, she gasped and froze.

  “Whoa, hold up,” she said, breathless. “I don’t know how many women you could do this to, but I don’t think this particular configuration is gonna work for me. Sorry.”

  Austin leaned back, his green eyes dark and his face flushed. Then he smiled, chuckled, then burst out laughing. Ross frowned as they shifted so Austin was standing and Evelyn was sprawled out on the bed like the world’s most delicious smorgasbord. Austin snagged the lube from Ross’ hand and nodded at her.

  Ross propped on one elbow, confused and still somewhat dizzy. Evelyn took his hand and placed it between her legs. That focused him. He grinned and started kissing and nibbling his way down her smooth, soft skin, teasing both nipples until she was squealing and her hips pumped upwards, then to her stomach, then to her sex which was warm, pink and wet.

  “You like this, I take it,” he gasped as she threw her legs over his shoulder and dug her heels into his back. He grabbed her ass and tugged her forward so he could run his eager tongue around the edges of her labia, tasting her, drinking her in. She kept thrusting up and her fingers tangled in his hair, but he went slow, wanting to savor this, to remember it forever.

  When he latched onto her clit and slid fingers inside her pussy, she groaned and the sound was like the sweetest music to his ears. Her hips thrust against him and he kept up his suction and massage of her G-spot until she came with a loud cry and full-body shudder, her thighs grasping either side of his head. When she flopped back, releasing him, he smiled and knelt between her legs, committing her body to memory.

  “Man’s got some skills.” Evelyn sighed as she stretched and writhed under his gaze.

  “So I hear,” Austin said in that new, odd voice that gave Ross a tickle of worry. But when he met his gaze as he sat next to Evelyn he seemed fine.

  “Damn,” Evelyn said, gazing at Ross’ erection. “That is truly…intimidating.”

  Ross reddened for a second until she yanked him down, spread her legs, covered her lips with his and took him inside with a quick shift of her hips. They groaned into each other’s mouths and he started moving fast and hard and needy.

  “Roll her over, Hoffman. We get to share this time, remember?” Austin demanded. A quick flash of frustration hit Ross’ brain but he chose to ignore it. He rolled, bringing Evelyn with him then latched on to her nipple, making her sigh and tilt her hips so she could take her other man inside her.

  Austin lubed and prepped her ass, then slid into her with a low moan of satisfaction.

  “I’m gonna come again,” Ross heard her whisper.

  “So am I,” Austin declared.

  The dance ensued, Ross in her pussy, then sliding out with a loud sigh as Austin entered her ass, just as slowly, his loud moan of satisfaction making Ross’ dick even harder. They moved in a perfect, choreographed rhythm, in and out, sharing her gorgeous body between them. Finally, Ross clutched Evelyn’s hips, his entire body jerking with effort not to come.

  Austin wrapped his arms around them both a moment before pulling out of Evelyn. “Ach, Evelyn, I need to come,” he said. “And I forgot the condom,” he said, gasping, near to bursting. She angled her hips down, giving him the most incredible, gripping angle. “Come inside me,” she commanded. “It’s all right, Ross. I… I…. I want it.”

  Barely able to breathe, he did as he’d been told, coming so hard he saw stars, heard music, and had the oddest sensation of perfection. When he opened his eyes, she was smiling down at him. She kissed his raw lips, then flopped down on the bed bedside him, chest still heaving with exertion.

  Austin smiled at them both before dropping in on her other side. “Holy shit,” Ross muttered, his brain already fuzzing over, pulling him into sleep.

  “No shit.” Evelyn rolled into his chest and he put an arm around her. Austin curled into her backside with a contented sigh.

  “I’ll ask it once more,” Austin whispered, before touching his lips to Evelyn’s shoulder. “Das ist gut, ja?”

  Ross smiled. “Das ist gut, ja.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Three months later

  Evelyn put her book down on the empty chair next to her and sighed. As she wiggled her toes farther down in the sand, she relished the pleasant soreness between her legs

  Austin had surprised her Christmas morning, waking her from a dead sleep with a smack on the ass and a stocking full of Ray-Bans, sunscreen, a couple of paperback books, and a plane ticket. She’d wanted to say no, but they’d been working so damn hard since returning from Denver, a ten-day beach getaway sounded like a slice of heaven.

  So here she was, fresh-squeezed orange juice at her side and the amazing deep blue of the Mediterranean Sea a few feet from her cushy lounge chair. And her men—Ross had met them at the small airport with a huge shit-eating grin and a giant hug for them both.

  A blush crept up her face at the memory of that first night. They hadn’t seen each other in a while and the reunion had been, to say the least, one for the record books.

  How she’d managed to find herself there—marketing director of a hugely successful brewery and engaged to its handsome owner and founder who was madly in love with her—when he wasn’t yelling at her over spending too much money on point of sale, advertising, or upgrading packaging. Plus, double bonus—he was an incredibly talented and adventurous lover.

  And, of course, triple bonus—he’d introduced her to Ross, pulling
his friend into their emotional and physical circle with the sort of ease very few men would be able to achieve.

  She sighed and got to her feet, having managed to beat the men outside, enjoying an hour or two of solitude before they joined her. Today they were going scuba diving—or at least Austin and Ross were. The thought of being underwater and breathing at the same time freaked her out, so she planned to take pictures and get some sun on the boat.

  They had a couple of hours before their ride showed up, so she opened the French doors from the huge patio into the cool interior, stopping in the kitchen to put on coffee. Gazing out into the movie-set perfect lawn, she sipped more juice and decided to wake her men with a little surprise.

  Slipping out of her bikini and padding down the long hallway to the luxurious bedroom, she tingled in anticipation of their lips and bodies all over her. Smiling, she opened the door slowly, already picturing them—Ross’ long, strong blond god-like perfection likely sprawled on top of the covers on his back, one arm thrown over his eyes. Austin would be on his stomach, his dark head half under the pillow, one leg under, one on top of the silky duvet.

  She frowned at the empty bed. The evidence of their kinky playtime the night before still littered the room. A couple of dildos, a tube of lubrication and a set of handcuffs all lay tumbled in a messy pile of silk that used to be her nightgown until Ross had ripped it off her in his haste to have his turn, as he liked to say. She picked up the shreds of one of the most expensive Victoria’s Secret items she’d ever bought, her natural thriftiness making her irritated by the waste.

  She walked to the closed bathroom door. Although bathroom was a bit of a misnomer—the room was more like a spa. A giant shower big enough for a family of six boasted side nozzles, and a huge showerhead in the ceiling.

  The deep tub had tiny little jets along the bottom and was hands-down perfect for three. There was an extra side room, with a small fridge, flat-screen TV, and a huge leather-covered mattress on a wooden platform, where they’d ended up that first night, in a tangled-up trio of arms, legs, lips and tongues.