“Are you sure?” Snagging her keys and purse, Rory frowned. “You said you were starving.”
Stepping out of her way, Miles narrowed his eyes at her. “We’re not eating without you. Now, go so you can get back sooner. And be careful.”
Since they weren’t about to be convinced, she saluted Miles as she strode past them to slip on her running shoes. “Yes, sir. Winston, will you cover the dish with foil and put it back in the oven on warm please?”
Winston grinned. “I think that’s the first time we’ve ever won an argument with you. I guess all three of us have to take you on to come out on top.”
Her mind dove back into the gutter with his talk about taking on the three of them and being on top. Hurrying out the door, she held in a groan. “Back in a few.”
* * * *
The sight of Rory’s shapely ass in snug blue jeans had gone straight to Miles’s cock, especially when she called him “sir.” Her house call might’ve delayed the plan, but he could use an extra hour to fully wrap his brain around propositioning her about a foursome.
He was still a little pissed off at Winston for sucking Barrett’s dick—even if the long, curving appendage had drawn Miles’s attention the moment he’d walked into the room. Finding them naked on Win’s bed had nearly ripped his heart out of his chest. He and Winston technically hadn’t agreed to see only each other before the confrontation, but Miles hadn’t touched another man or woman during their liaisons. Now, they were in a committed relationship and inviting two more people to join them.
If I wasn’t so in love with Winston and Rory, I’d think I was a damn lunatic.
While he was attracted to Barrett, the idea of sharing Win and Rory with him triggered a twinge of jealousy. Did they have enough love to go around? Barrett hadn’t denied an attraction to him, but he hadn’t actually admitted it, either. The man still had one foot in the closet.
“Beer?” Holding out a bottle, Barrett broke the silence that had descended when Rory left.
Miles took the offered drink. “Thanks.”
Twisting off the cap from his bottle, Winston tipped up the cold brew. “Okay, you two, time to break the ice since we have to wait on our girl. Barrett, kiss Miles the way you kissed me, and Miles, rub your hand on Barrett’s cock. I know you want to touch it.”
“What’re you going to do? Sit and watch?” The suggestion that Win become the voyeur sent a jolt to Miles’s hard-on to go with the fidgeting nerves in his gut.
Winston laughed. “Yeah. And maybe jack off while Barrett fucks your ass.”
A drop of fluid leaked from his slit as Miles imagined having that beautiful erection sliding in and out of him. “What makes you think Barrett has the balls to kiss me, let alone fuck me?”
Unzipping his pants, Barrett whipped out his dick and furry testicles. “Got a pair right here. You want to touch?”
Used to leading sex with Winston, Miles was taken aback by Cunningham’s initiative. When he’d come out earlier, Barrett had demolished the closet he’d been hiding in, if his offer was any indication.
Curious as to how far he’d go, Miles set his beer on the coaster on the end table and dropped to his knees in front of Barrett. Miles tangled his fingers in the nest of pubic hair and gave a light pull. “You need a trim.”
“You’d rather blow me than let me screw you?” Barrett shrugged. “Fine. Come on. We’ll go see if Rory has some scissors in the bathroom. You can manscape me before you suck me.”
Miles wasn’t sure he liked the way Barrett turned the tables on him. He hadn’t expected a tug-of-war for control. Winston tended toward submissive, and Miles enjoyed being the boss with him—to the point of dominating. Could he give up power to Barrett for even a single encounter?
Getting to his feet, Miles grasped Barrett’s cock and led him to the master bathroom. Every movement made soft skin glide up and down the hard shaft, and Miles clenched his abs to hold his own response in check. No way was the newbie gaining complete control. “Pants down around the ankles and bend over toward the counter. Winston, position the wastebasket under him so we don’t make a mess on the rug.”
Both men followed his instructions, and Miles pulled open the drawers on the left one by one. Washcloths. Hand towels. Tampons. He only just resisted smoothing his palm across Barrett’s bare butt cheek as he rounded his quarry to check the rest of the drawers.
Starting at the bottom, he worked his way up. Hair paraphernalia. Makeup. “Jackpot.”
An electric trimmer lay amid an extensive collection of vibrators, dildos, and lubes. Imagining Rory playing with her toys made his dick twitch. Would she let them watch sometime—after they talked her into a sex party for four?
He gathered up the winding cord and trimmer, focusing on the task at hand. Near the back of the drawer, a creepy-looking doll half covered by a cloth bag caught his attention.
Winston reached past him to pick up the doll, catching the string meant to tie the bag shut. The sack fell on the floor, and three more dolls peeked out of the top. “What the hell is Rory doing with voodoo dolls? Aren’t they supposed to be for curses and stuff like that?”
Grabbing the pile at his feet, Barrett straightened. He laid the effigies in a row next to the sink, and the color drained from his face. “I had a roommate in college from the Louisiana Bayou. He told me all about voodoo. See the items pinned to each doll? That’s how you identify who the doll represents. The business card attached to that one is mine.”
“Voodoo?” Miles studied the almost anatomically correct dolls. “That’s my missing sock.”
Winston pointed to the middle doll. “I lost a button off one of my shirts a couple days ago. The three males were in the bag together. Do you suppose she’s been trying to influence us into having sex with each other? Not that I’m complaining.”
Barrett’s laugh echoed off the walls. “This is perfect. The targeted person shouldn’t know about the doll since he can cancel out whatever spell you use. She was hiding these from us, but now we can place a spell on her doll so she’ll accept all three of us. Watch.”
Opening the drawer with the combs, headbands, and colored elastic bands, he pulled out a band with a strand of long white-blonde hair tangled around it. He pinned it to the doll with full breasts and folds of cloth hidden in dried brown moss for a pussy. Next, he sandwiched her between the Barrett and Miles dolls, one cock aimed at her cunt and the other lined up with her ass. The third male doll, Winston, got her mouth.
“If this doesn’t work, nothing will.” Barrett carefully put the foursome in the drawer, adjusting their positions for the triple fuck. “You still want to give me a blow job, Miles? Or do you want to wait to see how things turn out when Rory gets back?”
Too turned on by the possibilities to think, Miles plugged in the trimmer. “Bend over again. Blow job or foursome, you still need a haircut.”
Barrett wiggled his ass as he resumed his stance, sending his balls wobbling and his erection swinging. “You have to kiss any nicks or cuts.”
With the wastebasket directly beneath Barrett’s dick, Miles knelt behind him, flipping on the trimmer. The buzzing almost drowned out Win’s chuckle.
Cupping Barrett’s scrotum, Miles held the handful forward and skimmed the razor along the strip of skin between the sac and the eye-level puckered asshole. A flurry of red-brown fuzz drifted downward. Another pass left the area clear of hair, and he squeezed one testicle tight inside its furry cover to remove more of the short, curly mat.
Barrett shuddered above him. “I might come from the vibrations.”
A hard kiss on the mouth from Winston made Barrett groan, and Miles was torn between horniness and jealousy. He cut the fuzz from the second ball and then zipped along one side of the rectum to remove the few stray curls. Not slowing down, he cleaned up the opposite side before moving around to the front.
The sight of Barrett’s erect cock was too tempting. Miles ran his tongue up the length, following the thick ridge to lick away t
he drop of fluid leaking from the slit before returning to shaving around the base. The job done, he switched off the trimmer and set it aside to concentrate on the tasty dick teasing him. Winston put the wastebasket back in its original place.
Taut skin covered the steel shaft, assuring Miles the new guy was as turned on as he was. He traced the outer rim of the smooth cap with his tongue and then took a return trip down to the now-hairless balls.
Winston stepped in back of Barrett, his feet and legs positioned directly behind him. “Looks like Miles made up his mind. How about if I help him get you off faster?”
Groaning, Barrett wiggled again. “There’s lube in the drawer. Put something in my ass.”
“I’ve created a monster.” Winston chuckled with his statement.
Releasing Barrett, Miles yanked open the drawer, grabbed a bottle of lube, and tossed it to Winston. “Fuck the man or I will, Win.”
With a thoughtful look over Cunningham’s shoulder, Winston hesitated. “Does that mean you want this tight virgin butt?”
Miles was torn. Did he want to blow a perfectly delectable dick or find the limit of his ability to dominate Barrett? Being on his knees put Miles in the submissive position.
Can I give up that power with the first encounter?
No, he couldn’t.
Licking the new drop of fluid from Barrett’s slit, Miles pushed to his feet. “I can’t pass up that opportunity. Any objection, Barrett?”
“You guys are killing me. I don’t give a damn who does what, but you better do it fast.”
Miles fumbled with the fastenings on his jeans and then jerked down them down to his knees. A generous squirt of lube had his erection ready to go in seconds. He slathered the rest along the crease of Barrett’s ass, circling his puckered hole several times before dipping inside.
His finger slid in knuckle deep with little resistance. “You like butt plugs?”
“Yeah, but I’d like your cock in my ass even better. Now quit teasing and get to it.” Barrett pushed backward against Miles’s hand, swallowing his finger in the snug tunnel.
Ready to get to it himself, Miles withdrew and guided the head of his dick to Barrett’s entrance. One gentle forward thrust took the crown past the taut ring of muscles. Another put him almost balls deep in the man’s amazing backside.
Barrett groaned. “Fuck, that feels good. Suck me, Winston. I’m about to explode.”
Leaning to kiss Miles hard on the mouth, Win grinned and then knelt in front of Barrett. “Wouldn’t it be hot if Rory came home now and caught us in the act?”
That thought stole Miles’s control, and he pumped in and out of Barrett, savoring the pulsing and clenching of the sphincter around his dick. His balls tightened. “Shut up and blow him, Win.”
Winston’s head disappeared behind Barrett’s thighs. Their moans echoed off the bathroom walls, and Miles fought to hold off his orgasm. Moments later, Barrett let out a yell, sending Miles right after him when Win reached up to grab his nuts. Hot cum shot from Miles’s shaft into the squeezing tunnel and satisfaction roared through his body, even as he lost all control.
Catching his breath, he couldn’t help but notice Winston’s smug expression. A verbal “I told you so” wasn’t necessary. The look said it all, and he was right.
Chapter 8
Rory shook her head in an attempt to clear the images of naked and sated Amy and Carl from her mind. They’d obviously found a way to occupy their time while waiting for her to show up and cut them loose.
Must be nice to live out a fantasy.
The chances of getting struck by lightning were greater than the likelihood of her own fantasies coming true.
Climbing out of her car, she slung her purse over her shoulder and aimed for her apartment. If she couldn’t have a hot and sweaty round of sex, at least she’d get to enjoy some spicy enchiladas and good company.
She scuttled up the stairs to the second floor, hurrying along the hallway to follow the smell of chicken and chiles. Pausing at the door, she let out a resigned sigh. She shouldn’t be disappointed to have friends to share a meal and an evening with. Lots of people had no one.
The law of human nature…You always want what you can’t have.
Sliding her key into the lock, she opened the door, prepared to see the guys already eating since she’d taken nearly an hour for her errand. The door swung out of her hand as she stepped into her apartment.
“Come on. We were watching for you.” Barrett led her to the couch, slipping her bag from her grasp. “The movie’s ready to go, Miles is dishing up supper, and Winston’s getting you a glass of wine. Have a seat.”
How could she wish for more when she had such great building mates to look after her? She settled in the spot he indicated.
A pair of beer bottles stood on one end table, and a lone beer occupied the other end table. Winston set a glass of what looked like her favorite merlot on the empty coaster next to the single bottle. “Let me know when you need a refill.”
“Thanks.”
As he sat on the opposite side of her from Barrett, Miles walked into the living room balancing four steaming plates. He offered her a dish of enchiladas. “We have something really decadent planned for dessert.”
“You shouldn’t have gone to all that trouble.”
“No trouble. We’ll let you decide whether you want it or not.” He passed off the other servings to the guys, saving one for himself. A point and a click started the movie, and he sank down onto the floor between hers and Winston’s legs. The musky scent of the surrounding males almost drowned out the aroma of dinner.
Focusing on the TV screen, she cut a bite and shoved it in her mouth, barely tasting the spicy pepper sauce. The only dessert she truly wanted was her three guests naked in her bed. She could do without supper, wine, and the movie if they gave her even the slightest indication they were attracted to her. Decadence would be a trio of horny men ready for sex beyond any of their wildest dreams.
“Rory?” Winston rubbed his palm along her thigh, sending every nerve ending in her body into overdrive. “You in there?”
“Hm?” Her ridiculous imagination had obviously made her brain zone out.
He lifted one eyebrow at her. “The DVD player. It isn’t working right. Have you been having problems with it lately?”
Switching gears, she shifted her gaze back to the television. It glowed bright blue. “I haven’t used it since the last time we had movie night. Two weeks ago?”
“I’ll make sure the cables are all plugged in.” Barrett set his plate on the table as he stood. Striding across the room, he knelt in front of the TV stand and fiddled with the numerous cords. “Everything seems hooked up correctly. How long have you had it?”
“I don’t know. Maybe three or four years?”
“I’m guessing it died. How about we listen to some music instead?”
Miles’s fork clanked against his plate. “Sounds good. I’m not really in the mood to watch a movie anyway.”
“We could play strip poker.” The words were out of Rory’s mouth before they registered in her mind.
Oh. My. God. I didn’t say that.
Barrett grinned at her over his shoulder. “Only if you lose a few hands on purpose. We don’t want to be the only naked ones.”
Both Winston and Miles laughed with him, but the best she could manage was a cough. Surely he was joking. She gulped several swallows of wine to clear her throat. “You could just ask me to undress you know.”
Miles looked up her, his warm brown eyes reminding her of rich milk chocolate. “We could ask, but would you?”
In a flash.
What could she say to keep from having to answer his question? Stuffing another bite in her mouth, she stared down at her plate. Three pairs of eyes watched her. She didn’t have to scan the guys to know. An unscratchable itch was sending tingles up her spine. “You going to turn on some music, Barrett?”
“Sure.” He stood and began humming a classic
striptease tune.
Nudging her with his elbow, Winston winked at her. “So, would you?”
Her heart skipped a beat, and every flight instinct reared its feathered head. She shoved more enchilada past her lips.
There! I can’t answer.
“Maybe we need to ask.” Miles lifted her foot, slipping off her shoe. He repeated the action with her left foot and then slid his hand inside her pant leg to caress her calf. “Rory, will you undress for us?”
Sucking in a breath at his question, she choked again, her eyes watering and her throat stinging. Her logical brain chastised her first.
Be careful what you wish for.
Then her pent-up passion and desire told her to rip off her clothes and take advantage of the invitation.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Shouldn’t I take it?
She set her plate on the end table, picking up her wineglass to drain it for courage. Not giving herself time to change her mind, she skimmed her hoodie over her head and reached for the hem of her long-sleeved T-shirt. Her hair flew in her face as she yanked off the top. Next, she stood and unfastened her jeans to shimmy them down over her hips. With a kick, they landed by the pile of her clothing, leaving her in her bra and underwear.
Glancing from wide-eyed Barrett to a gape-mouthed Winston to a lip-licking Miles, she unhooked her triple-D sports bra. None of the guys had ever made her feel self-conscious about her breasts, so she let the straps slide from her shoulders to free her endowments. Without losing a beat, she tucked her thumbs in the side strings of her panties and bent to remove the thong.
As she straightened, she put out her arms and spun in a slow circle. “Yes.”
Each man’s breath had gone from slow and steady to panting. She’d clearly been wrong about Miles’s and Winston’s sexuality.
Barrett crawled on his hands and knees to sit at her feet. “Damn, Rory. You’re so beautiful. And sexy. Holy shit, you’re sexy.”
Miles smiled up at her. “A whole lot of gorgeous to go with sweet and smart.”
Tracing the curve of her hip with his finger, Winston planted a kiss on her rear. “They talk too much. I’d rather show you how beautiful, sexy, and gorgeous you are. Do you mind if I eat your pussy and make you come?”
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