Ashleigh’s expression glowed with love, so much that Petra felt a sharp pang of envy. “You and Liam are so great. So amazing. I’m glad we became friends.”
The two women hugged and then Ashleigh drew back, fanning herself. “It doesn’t feel like the week before Christmas, does it? It’s warm out here.”
Petra laughed and hugged her coat closer. “It’s not warm. I think that’s your pregnancy talking.”
“Hey, are you and Ruby going to stick around for the holidays?”
“If you’ll have us. I don’t have anywhere else to go, and he can’t leave because he’s performing.”
“We don’t do a huge Christmas, but it will be fun to spend it together. And we don’t fuss with presents or anything. Mem and Liam have always kept things very zen.”
Petra’s eyes went wide. “You guys don’t do presents? But you could buy anything you want.”
“We already have everything we want,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “That’s the problem. Although...” Her voice trailed off as she glanced shyly at Petra. “There’s something I’ve always wanted to get Liam for a present. But you’d have to help me. I think Rubio might like it too.”
“What is it?”
Ash put her hands over her mouth like she couldn’t believe what she was about to say, which piqued Petra’s curiosity even more.
“Tell me! What?”
“Promise me you won’t go along with it only because you feel you owe me or Liam something.”
She shook her head impatiently. “I won’t. Just spill it.”
Ashleigh started whispering in her ear. Oh. Wow. It wasn’t anything she would have considered before she met Rubio…but now... The more Ashleigh whispered to her, the hotter and more curious she felt. A kinky, one-time foursome: her, Ashleigh, Liam, and Rubio. She was right about one thing—Rubio would love it. And if Ashleigh was willing to share her husband, Petra couldn’t mind sharing a guy she wasn’t even in a relationship with.
“Okay, I’ll give it a whirl,” Petra agreed with a burst of nervous laughter. “I can’t say I won’t chicken out between now and Christmas, but I’ll try it. Yes.” She laughed again. “For the moment, I’m in.”
Chapter Fifteen: Present
Rubio always liked spending Christmas at Liam’s. It was low-key, laid back, and usually involved good food and wine. There wasn’t any pressure to come up with presents or a bunch of holiday cheer, although Ashleigh and Petra had promised them a present after dinner.
Ashleigh used to get him lots of presents when they danced together, silly stuffed animals and chocolate bars she knew he wouldn’t eat. Petra never gave him anything, but then she was so concerned with preserving a distance between them. No, not a distance...just a caution. She was a very cautious girl.
He looked at her over the rim of his wine glass. Since this was Liam’s wine, he was sure it was some spectacular vintage that cost hundreds of dollars a bottle, but it all tasted the same to him. At Christmas he felt uneasy as much as he felt happy. He knew his family was cared for back in Brazil, but he couldn’t forget bleak Christmas mornings as a child. There were always fights about money and presents—or lack of them. There were always fights about him. Dancing is for girls, his father used to scream in his drunken rages. You’re turning my son into a fucking girl.
Ruby felt a hand on his arm. Petra had come around the table to him and he hadn’t even noticed. She crawled into his lap, stroking his face. “You look tired. Don’t forget, you still have a present coming.”
“I’m not tired,” he said, staring down the bodice of her low-cut black dress. “You look pretty today. I like your necklace. Is silly, but...”
“It’s not silly. I love it.” She touched the sleek silver chain at her neck, with its gleaming engraved tag. Rubio’s Pet, it said. Return if lost.
It was more of a collar than a necklace. As much as he enjoyed the BDSM lifestyle, he’d never wanted to put a collar on a girl, not until now. He wasn’t sure what Petra thought of it. She said she loved it but there had been some gravity in her eyes when she lifted it from the fancy bag. Maybe a pet tag seemed like too much “commitment.” It was only a joke, a play on her name.
Well, mostly.
“It looks good on you,” he said. “And you can take off the tag if you want to wear it, you know, without everyone knowing how kinky you are.” With those words, he cupped her tight, round ass and squeezed it. That was the other nice thing about Christmas dinner with the Wilders—groping wasn’t frowned on at the table. He glanced over at Liam and Ashleigh to find them giving one another amorous looks.
“I think it’s time to go set up that present,” said Ashleigh, turning to Petra. “Ready to head downstairs?”
“It’s in the play room?” Liam’s brows arched up.
“Yes, it’s in the play room,” said his wife. “But we’ll need five minutes or so to get it ready, so don’t come down before then.”
Petra grinned as she followed her friend from the room. Rubio turned to Liam with a speculative look. “Do you know what it is?”
“Haven’t the slightest idea. Ash and Petra have been sneaky and giggly about it all week. Even Mem doesn’t know.”
“Where is Mem anyway?”
“With a lady friend,” Liam said. “Mem has ladies, you know. A whole harem.”
“Like you, back in the day.” Ruby drained the last of his wine, feeling the liquid relax and warm him. He glanced sideways at his friend. “Is nice for you, isn’t it? Having a family life? Good friends, good food? Pretty wife with a big pregnant belly?”
Liam smiled. “Yeah. I’d say it’s okay.”
“Is not so fun to live alone. I was thinking about asking Petra to move in with me. You know, when things calm down. What do you think?”
For a moment, Liam looked shocked, but then he changed his expression to something more neutral. “Have you two talked about it? Do you think she’d want to move in with you?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Probably not. Maybe is a bad idea.”
Liam looked at him a long time. “You’re dying, huh? You’re so in love with her.”
He thought about trying to protest, to play it off as a joke, but Liam knew. Liam always knew stuff like that. “I don’t know what love is all about,” Ruby said, and that was the truth. “I just want her closer to me. Not because of Paulsen and all that. I mean, that’s part of it, but...” He shifted in his chair, scratching a hand down the side of his face. “Mostly I want to sleep with her at night, and wake up with her in the morning, and eat breakfast with her at my table.”
Liam nodded slowly. “Yeah. That’s love, all right. Then comes interior decorating and babies. It’s okay,” he said, when Ruby frowned. “It’s natural.”
“No, not natural. Not for me and Petra. We have career responsibilities. People take pictures of us and make up silly stories, and it upsets her. The more I want her, the more she pushes me away. She thinks I’ll destroy her.” He thought a moment, with a sinking feeling in his stomach. “Maybe I will.”
Liam grimaced. “You know what I think? I think both of you are stressing way too hard over this relationship-versus-career thing. It’s Christmas Eve, my friend, and life is short. Ask her to move in if you want. Maybe she’ll say yes. Maybe she’ll move out again in a week or maybe she’ll stay for life. Maybe she’ll say no. But you should be happier, both of you. Love shouldn’t be so hard.”
“I know that,” he said. “That’s why I think maybe we’re not in love.”
Liam rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Ready to head downstairs? I gotta find out what this super secret gift is. I’m guessing some awesome new equipment she ordered on the sly.”
“If it is, I get to use it first.”
“It’s my play room.”
“My partner isn’t pregnant.”
“Ha. That hasn’t slowed her down. I get to use whatever it is first.”
They argued back and forth all the way down the stairs, even though Rubio
knew Liam would win. When the men arrived downstairs, the play room was dark except for some candles illuminating the raised bed in the corner. And in the middle of the bed—two beautiful, seductive women in each other’s arms.
“Holy fuck,” Liam breathed.
Ruby went still, struck speechless. Petra lounged against the satin sheets in a sheer black bra and skimpy g-string, with her new silver collar around her neck. Ashleigh wore a wisp of a negligee that framed her round belly. The women had applied matching dark lipstick and teased their hair into crowns of luscious waves, one black as night and the other blonde as the sun. They regarded the two men with teasing, provocative smiles. Ashleigh’s hand strayed over Petra’s hip in a leisurely exploration as Petra reached out to stroke Ash’s breasts above the swell of her bump. It was every secret-horny-perverse-fantasy centerfold come to life, there in front of them, in living color.
Merry Christmas, Rubio thought. Merry wonderful Christmas. Please let them make out. Please let them kiss and lick and tease each other. How beautiful they looked together, aroused and at ease in their girl-girl embrace. Please, he thought, his cock going rigid against the fabric of his jeans. This was the best present ever.
Ashleigh moved her hand lower to cup and stroke Petra’s pussy through the scrap of her g-string. With a sigh of pleasure, Petra turned to her and they began to kiss. They were tentative at first, then bolder. Then they started kissing with outright abandon, all arms and hands and soft, smooth bodies pressing together, and tongues. They were kissing with tongues.
“This isn’t a dream, is it?” Ruby asked his friend. “Is really happening, right?”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Liam growled. Then both men were in motion, racing to see who could get naked first.
*** *** ***
Making out with a girl wasn’t at all like making out with a guy, thought Petra, but it was still pretty hot.
She didn’t know if it was hot because Ashleigh was so sweet and nervous, or because she knew just where to touch her, or if it was hot because of the sounds the guys were making as they yanked off their clothes. She had a feeling it was all three.
For a while the men just stood on either side of the bed and watched them. Their proximity and intent stares incited Petra to put on a show—she was a performer after all, and so was Ashleigh before she retired. What started as exploratory kisses soon transformed into honest-to-goodness making out, and it wasn’t from any prompting by the guys. She was fascinated by the soft, smooth feel of Ash’s skin, and excited by the way she could make her shiver if she stroked her clit just the right way.
“Oh my God,” she heard Liam murmur every so often. When she twisted a finger in the tiny triangle covering Ashleigh’s pussy and drew the silk up between her labia, Rubio let out a breath and said something in Portuguese that sounded very, very dirty.
“Does that feel good?” Liam asked, sitting beside his wife on the bed. “Is Petra making you feel good, baby?”
“Yes, Sir,” Ash said against Petra’s cheek. “She’s making me feel really good.”
Petra slid her fingers down inside Ash’s panties. Her friend’s pussy felt so hot and wet. Petra touched her the way she did when she masturbated, slipping and sliding over her clit, rubbing it in circles. They hadn’t planned much beyond the idea of making out for the guys’ pleasure. Now the mental part of it was fading away, replaced by pure physical urges and sensations. When she felt Rubio ease onto the bed behind her and reach between her legs, Petra arched her hips back against him. His cock was rock solid, poking between her thighs. She heard the ripping of a condom wrapper, and then he tugged aside her flimsy panties and pressed himself inside.
“Sexy, horny girl,” he sighed. “Why don’t I fuck you while you play with your friend?”
“Yes, Sir. That sounds wonderful.”
Meanwhile, Liam was busy taking off his wife’s panties. His warm hand covered Petra’s, guiding her fingers through Ashleigh’s slick folds. He was as perfectly made as Rubio. Now, lying in bed with these two men, it hit home how strong and masculine they both were. Ashleigh caught her gaze and she could tell her friend was thinking the same thing. Making out with each other was exciting, but so was the opportunity to enjoy twice the virility, twice the dominance.
Petra moved back against Rubio, moaning as he eased in and out of her. Two sets of fingers stroked her waist, her thighs, and then her breasts, caressing and pinching her nipples. At some point her bra and panties disappeared, whisked off and away.
“Can I touch your girl?” Ruby asked Liam.
Liam drew his hand back. “Oops. Were we supposed to ask first?”
Rubio chuckled and reached for Ashleigh as Liam’s fingers clamped on Petra’s nipples again. She shuddered at the hot, aching pain. “Oh...ow,” she said. “That hurts.”
“What do you think happens when you tease two sadists?” asked Ruby.
“I haven’t been able to play with Ashleigh’s nipples in a while, with the pregnancy and everything,” said Liam. “So I’m really enjoying myself.”
Petra winced as Liam’s fingers tightened. She and Ash exchanged looks. What had started as a girl-girl makeout session was quickly turning into something a bit more intense. “Petra likes when you hurt her,” said Ruby. He stroked her face and nudged it closer to Ashleigh’s. “Kiss some more, pretty girls. I like when you kiss.”
Petra locked lips with her friend, squirming at the pain of the nipple torture, but loving it too. Ruby had taught her to find pleasure in pain, or maybe she’d had the craving inside her all along. Ashleigh stroked her clit and Petra returned the favor. The sweet, wet contact felt great, but it wasn’t enough for either of them.
Liam got up from the bed. “We need toys. More toys.”
Ruby withdrew from her, took off the condom, and crossed to the wall of implements and gear to consult with Liam. The girls watched as they grabbed all kinds of stuff...butt plugs, clamps, whips and straps. “Holy shit,” Ashleigh said. “I didn’t realize we’d get them so wound up. And with me being pregnant, I think a lot of the hard stuff is gonna fall on your shoulders.”
Petra let out a deep breath. “Good thing I like the hard stuff, huh?”
The men returned with their gear after a short conference. Rubio turned her on her back and flicked at her nipples with sharp, fleeting teases. He had a pair of gold clover clamps in his hand. “Spread your legs,” he ordered, while he pinched her nipples to an even tauter point. By this time, Petra knew not to question. She spread her legs wide. A moment later Liam guided Ash down between Petra’s thighs.
“Kiss her sweet pussy,” he said to his wife. “See if you can make her come.”
Petra felt the simultaneous pain of nipple clamps biting into her tender skin, and the pleasurable wetness of Ash’s tongue on her clit. “Oh, Jesus.” Then Ashleigh jerked as Liam flicked her ass with a thin whip. She could imagine how painful it was, but Ashleigh never stopped licking her pussy.
“You want the plug?” Rubio asked.
Petra looked up at him, but he was talking to Liam. “Not you,” he said to Petra, slapping her flank as he handed the toy over to the other man. “You don’t get a plug for preparation. When I fuck your ass, I want it to be tight and painful. I want to force my way in. You like that, don’t you? You like to feel like a punished little slut.”
She moaned. She did like it when he made her do things she didn’t want. “Please don’t hurt me too bad,” she said, even though she meant hurt me as much as you think I can take.
Ruby’s lips turned up in a half-grin. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll give you some lube first. A tiny bit.”
Liam was lubing up a delicate stainless butt plug. He tossed the bottle to Rubio and slapped his wife’s ass. “Raise up for me.”
Ashleigh moaned against Petra’s thigh as her husband eased the plug into her asshole. Petra reached down to stroke her friend’s hair, to soothe her, only to have her hands caught by Rubio, cuffed, and fastened through the iron bars
of the headboard. Her nipples ached from the clamps every time she arched or moved. Ashleigh’s tongue worked harder, faster, as Liam hit her again with the whip. Thwap. Thwap!
“When Petra comes, the whip stops,” said Liam with a menacing edge to his voice. “So make her feel as good as you can, baby.”
Ashleigh’s little squeaks and moans of pain were as arousing to Petra as her tongue. She strained against the cuffs, trying to come in order to spare her friend the continued pain of her husband’s whip, but there was so much going on. Just as she was about to climax, Rubio yanked on the clamps, sending sharp pain shooting through her breasts. She felt the echo of it in her clenching pussy walls. If only she had his big cock inside her, anywhere, she’d come in a heartbeat. She whimpered on Ashleigh’s behalf and then cried out as Ruby slid a hand beneath her.
She struggled to regain her elusive orgasm as he started working a lubed finger in and out of her ass. “I’m going to fuck you here,” he whispered next to her ear. “I’m going to shove my fat cock right up there, and this is all the lube you’re going to get.”
“Oh, please...” She didn’t know what she was begging for, exactly. Just generally to come, to be fucked, to be used and treated like Rubio’s toy—and Liam’s toy too. Ruby yanked on her nipples again and she bucked her hips up into Ashleigh’s face. Finally, the torment and pleasure blended together to the sounds of the whip, and Petra cried out from the onslaught of her orgasm. At last, Liam put the implement down. “Good girl,” he said to his wife.
“Thank you,” Petra whispered.
“Oh, no. Thank you,” said Ashleigh, looking up with a dazed, sub-spacey grin. Liam crawled onto the bed behind his wife, taking her hips in his hands. Ashleigh moaned as he entered her with one firm stroke. Petra watched their faces, so beautiful with arousal and longing. The sound of their coupling made her pussy throb with need. She looked up at her own lover, half mad from the ache of the nipple clamps.
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