The Mountains Trilogy (Boxed Set)

by Phoebe Alexander

  I’ll address the other items from your message in a separate email when I have some time. Talk to you soon, my darling!

  Yours,

  Pawel

  ***

  Sarah finally felt like the gigantic ball of phlegm that seemed to catch in her throat at the beginning of every rehearsal was beginning to dissolve. They were blocking the terrace scene where Florence and Anatoly enjoy their first private moment together. Liam was easy to work with on stage: patient, agreeable, professional. But after rehearsal he was aggressive, intense and pursuing.

  Earlier in the week he'd pushed her up against a backstage wall, pressing his body against her so that she could feel the hard bulge in his pants against her pubic bone. She got the impression that Garrett was encouraging him. After that particular incident Garrett had sauntered by on his way to the green room, only briefly pausing to whisper, "He's bi," with a wink.

  She knew exactly where Garrett was going with that. The three of them had gone for coffee the week before, and she had enjoyed sitting back and watching the young and old bulls sparring over politics, Garrett leaning far to the left and Liam being an outspoken libertarian. Their arguments both had logic and merit; therefore, the debate ended in a collegial agreement to disagree. Sarah did appreciate that about Garrett: as passionate as he was about his beliefs, he would staunchly defend anyone's right to believe differently. Afterward when they'd walked to the car, Garrett warned Sarah: "He wants to fuck you, you know."

  Sarah laughed at the prognostication even though there was a glint of seriousness in Garrett's eyes. "What makes you say that?"

  "It's written all over his face...and pants," he retorted. "Would you be able to handle us both?"

  “At the same time?" she questioned, eyebrow raised. He nodded. "I'll have to think about that," was the best response she could give at the time. She wasn't sure if Garrett was more interested in seeing Sarah with Liam or having Liam himself.

  Rachel had stared at Sarah in disbelief when she'd shared the offer with her. "Are you fucking crazy? This young hot stud and this intense, passionate older guy want to share you and you’re hesitating? Why the hell wouldn't you jump on that?" she asked. "I'd be all the fuck over it!"

  Rachel's libido was finally starting to return to pre-pregnancy proportions. She and Jack had met a couple with a lactation fetish, and she had recently regaled Sarah with the sordid details of their playdates. Of course, nothing Rachel said ever shocked Sarah, but she did secretly find the lactation thing a little off-putting.

  "So, they're both bi," Sarah explained finally with regard to her own predicament. "I'm not sure how I feel about that. I mean that night at the fetish party with Warren was pretty cool, but they really didn't do anything to each other."

  "There's only one way to find out," Rachel encouraged her, eyes sparkling with what might have been construed as envy. "You know me, I'm an experiential person. I'd rather experience something and regret it than miss out entirely and regret it."

  Sarah nodded. "I know. I'm like that too, to a certain extent. Don't worry, you’ll be the first to know if I decide to go for it!"

  That had been the prior week. In the interim, Garrett pressed. When they'd made love a few nights before, he'd asked Sarah if she remembered how much she enjoyed pegging him on opening night of South Pacific.

  "Oh yes, that was really hot," Sarah reflected back on the night she'd donned the strap-on and forced Garrett to submit to her.

  "Wouldn't you like to see me with a real cock?" he asked, his preferred answer clearly evident.

  "Well, it's not something I've fantasized about or even seriously considered. Rachel loves gay porn and is always trying to get me interested, but as you know, I'm not much a porn enthusiast. Honey, if it's something you want to do, we will, okay? I'm not repulsed by the idea; I’m just indifferent."

  Garrett looked like a kid on Christmas morning poised to tear into brightly-papered packages with shiny bows on top. "I think you're going to like it," he predicted.

  They were set for that night after rehearsal. The plan was to go to Liam's house which wasn't far from the theater. He was divorced and had one daughter in college, but she was studying abroad for the summer. Sarah followed Garrett there in her car even though he had offered a ride. “I just need a few moments to myself to gear up for this,” she told him. This time, he didn’t push.

  Liam’s home appeared to be a cozy brick bungalow on the outside but was deceptively spacious on the inside. He also seemed to have a penchant for antiques. All of the furniture was rich, dark cherry but mismatched, hailing from slightly different eras. It lent an eclectic look to the interior, which also featured tall built-in bookcases filled from top to bottom with leather bound tomes. A chandelier sparkled in the dining room which was the first room he led them to. Wine was chilling on the sideboard in a fluted silver bucket. He poured them both a drink before giving a brief tour on the way to the master suite.

  Sarah was not surprised to find that his bedroom was luxuriously appointed with a cherry four poster bed covered in a thick, satiny green bedspread along with pillows of all shapes, colors and patterns: stripes, paisleys, florals and plaids. In one swift motion, he swept all of the pillows to the floor. “I don’t think those will be necessary,” he laughed, his pale blue eyes gleaming as he stepped to the wall to adjust the dimmer for the lights. She was also not surprised to see that he was just as assertive in the bedroom as he was backstage. The worst is having to always get things started, she sighed to herself as she took another sip of wine then placed her glass on the chest so she could disrobe.

  Garrett had already undressed and reclining on the bed, wine glass still in hand. He was stretched out long and lean, his semi-erect cock resting against his thigh and his tattoos on display like pieces of art. Sarah couldn’t tell if Liam was looking at his ink or at his manhood, which was beginning to grow under the intense stare. Whoa, I feel like I’m not even here, Sarah mused, noticing that neither of the men had turned to feast their eyes on her full, round breasts, which had just been released from her pink satin and lace bra.

  Liam’s naked breast radar must have been activated at that moment because he whipped his head around in her direction, a smile spreading across his lips. “My, what beautiful tits you have,” he remarked. “Come lie on the bed.”

  Garrett moved over to make room for her and turned onto his side facing her as she reclined, pulling her long mane of hair out from under her so she wouldn’t be lying on it. Liam finished unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his very solid-looking chest which sported a thick mat of curly dark hair interspersed with a few silvery strands. He slid next to Sarah and trailed his fingertips up her stomach to her nipple which he pinched between his fingers until she winced. “Tell me how you like it, Sarah...do you enjoy a bit of roughness?”

  She moaned as the searing pain raced through her, igniting the nerve impulses that traveled to her pelvis. “I’m going to take that as a yes,” he confirmed, lowering his mouth onto her hardened nipple and lightly flicking it with his tongue before pressing his teeth into it firmly until she squirmed beneath him.

  Garrett followed suit and performed the same procedure on her right nipple. Sarah felt her hips move involuntarily, exposing her need to be touched. The two men continued to tease and torture her breasts: squeezing, kneading, sucking, licking, biting until she was whimpering and writhing under them. She moved her hand toward her sex but Liam intercepted it, relocating it above her head. Then he lifted her other arm up and held her by the wrists in his firm grasp.

  “No,” he rebuked her in his deep, chocolatey voice. “Not until I grant permission. You’re going to watch first.”

  He allowed her to scoot up against the headboard so she had a clear view of what was about to happen. Liam stood at the side of the bed and instructed Garrett to move so that his head was hanging off the edge. Garrett did as he was told without hesitation and lay in anticipation of what was to come next with his huge hard cock point
ed toward the ceiling. Liam sighed as he laid his still flaccid member against Garrett’s lips which instinctively opened. His tongue darted out to lick around the head and Sarah witnessed Liam begin to swell against her lover’s mouth. Garrett very hungrily consumed the stiffening rod, sliding it to the back of this throat with ease. Liam stroked his hair as he began to thrust more vigorously into his mouth. “You’re doing a very fine job warming me up for your ass,” he praised him.

  Sarah tried very hard not to let her eyes widen too much; she was trying not to appear naive or unenlightened. Although she’d never appreciated watching men together on porn, there was something totally different and - surprisingly erotic - about watching two men that she knew. Garrett’s cock was so hard, waving in the air, begging to be touched. Sarah was staring at it when Liam instructed her to suck it.

  She obeyed and climbed down from her perch at the head of the bed. She maneuvered between her lover’s legs and began to lick up his shaft with long strokes of her tongue. He gasped, breaking his seal around Liam’s cock as her lips made contact with him. “Go slowly,” Liam commanded. “Tease him.” Sarah did her best to comply, licking up his shaft again and swirling her tongue around the head, engulfing him to the best of her ability and sliding her mouth up and then abruptly stopping. She could feel his thighs quaking with his growing need.

  “Very good,” Liam finally said, his fingers tangled in Garrett’s wild red hair, fucking his mouth as deeply as he could. “I want both of you now,” he dictated, motioning for the pair to assume positions on the floor in front of him. They knelt side by side, their tongues each running up the sides of Liam’s cock and meeting at the top, their lips converging over the glans. Sarah felt Garrett’s ragged breaths falling on her cheek as their tongues danced together over Liam’s swollen flesh.

  Liam stood with his head back, eyes closed, reveling in the sensations of two mouths pleasuring him. He plunged his cock first into Sarah’s mouth, his head grasping the back of her neck as he fucked her throat for several strokes. Then he slid out and into Garrett’s mouth and repeated the action, making him take his entire shaft until he nearly choked on it.

  Then he pulled out. “Sarah,” he said, taking his cock, shiny wet with Garrett’s saliva, into his hand and slowly stroking it. “Lie back on the bed. I think it’s your turn for some attention.”

  She did as instructed and Liam pushed Garrett’s head down between her creamy white thighs. Garrett was gasping and shaking, words having long since failed him. Sarah looked up into Liam’s piercing eyes as Garrett began to lap at her clit. He looked like a renowned maestro, conducting a sweet symphony of desire and pleasure, spiked with tiny but exquisite thorns of pain.

  He moved behind Garrett and now tapped him on the backside, silently instructing him to raise up to his knees. He squeezed Garrett’s ass cheeks, kneading the muscular globes of flesh with his fingers as they moved ever closer to the cleft between. He magically produced a small bottle of lube and a condom - Sarah had no idea from where - and dripped a few drops onto his index finger before swiping it up the crevice and beginning to tease his anus. Garrett was humming with pleasure at the touch of Liam’s finger slowly working its way toward penetrating him; Sarah could feel the sounds of his moans vibrating against her sex.

  Liam’s eyes bore into her as he gripped his condom-sheathed cock in one hand and drenched it in lube with the other. He slid it up and down Garrett’s backside, and Sarah watched her lover push against it, he was so eager to have it inside of him. Seeing how aroused he was at the prospect of having his ass fucked and consequently reflecting on the episode in which she’d done it herself with the strap on flooded her core with tingly waves of desire. She could have climaxed right then but she made herself hold back. I think I’ll enjoy watching this more if I wait, she thought even as Garrett’s tongue and lips worked in perfect harmony against her clit.

  She felt him wince with pain as the head of Liam’s cock pushed against his opening. Liam steadied himself with a firm grip, hands on Garrett’s hips as he very slowly but persistently worked toward full penetration. Garrett’s mouth had stopped moving against her and he raised his head several degrees so that she could see his face, red and clenched, focused on acclimating to the intrusion. Sarah could hardly believe she was actually watching this unfold before her very eyes. She studied Liam’s face, the picture of concentration, then observed relief washing over both faces as he finally slid balls-deep inside.

  Garrett resumed his attentions to Sarah’s pussy but his linguistic capabilities had been reduced to grunts and groans. He mostly sounds like he’s enjoying it, Sarah noted as Liam began to very slowly move in and out. At least he will once the initial pain subsides, she briefly reflected back to her first try at anal sex years and years ago. She watched Liam reach around Garrett’s hip and by the expression on her lover’s face inferred that he had wrapped his fingers around his cock and was beginning to stroke it as he picked up his pace thrusting into his ass.

  “You feel so fucking good,” Liam breathed as his pelvis slammed into Garrett’s backside. I can really only see Liam’s face and chest. I want to see more, she thought, easing herself out from under Garrett’s mouth. She slid off the bed and walked alongside it, observing for the first time in person two men having sex. This is way, way hotter than I ever imagined it could be. She suddenly realized that perhaps she didn’t enjoy porn because the actors seemed so fake, and the plot so contrived. But this is the genuine article, raw and passionate, just like both of the men in the bed.

  Sarah noted Liam’s posterior clenching with each thrust, allowing her to see the outline of his gluteal and hamstring muscles. She loved the way his fingers looked buried in the flesh on either side of Garrett’s hips, pulling him back onto his cock as it slid in and out. Garrett was steeped in pleasure, still unable to speak. Sarah traced down his spine with her fingertip and he looked over at her, his eyes expressing the intensity of the sensations that his mouth could not.

  Liam slowed down his strokes and bent to put his arm under Garrett, lifting him up so that he was on his knees with Liam still buried deep inside. Both men’s faces were beaded with perspiration, and Garrett’s skin was flushed red, his cock still hard and pulsating. “Get underneath him,” Liam instructed. “Let him slide that monster dick inside you.”

  Sarah complied, resuming her position on the bed but scooting down so that Garrett had access to her pussy, which was still slightly spasming from all the near-orgasms she’d struggled to resist. She knew once Garrett entered her that it would be virtually impossible to hold herself off any longer.

  He let out a very coherent, “Fuuuuucccckkkkkk,” as his member made contact with her dripping wet pussy and slid inside with very little resistance clear to the depths of her. It was all Garrett could do let Liam drive his cock into her with the momentum from his thrusts. Liam pushed him down on top of Sarah so that his face was nestled in the crook of her shoulder, his gasping breaths tickling her ear and falling like volcanic blasts of heat against her damp skin.

  “I really wanted to fuck Sarah but I might have to save that for later," Liam admitted as he began to pound into Garrett relentlessly. "Your ass feels so damn good I think I am going to explode any fucking minute..."

  Just hearing that immediately sent Sarah spiraling over the edge. "Oh my god!" she screamed, her nails digging into the muscles of Garrett's back, her back arched and pelvis tilted to take his cock as deeply as she could. Feeling her tighten and contract around him set off a chain reaction for Garrett and then Liam. Garrett came with a loud groan inside her and Liam pulled out and ejected his load all over Garrett's ass just moments later.

  For several minutes afterward, the trio lay still connected, their bodies quivering against each other. But Liam was already orchestrating Round 2 in his mind.

  ***

  “So, are you going to see your dad again?” James asked Abby via Skype.

  “I think so,” Abby replied. “He wants me to spend J
uly or August with him and his daughters in Colorado. My mom and I are still working out the details with him. I don’t know, it’s a long time to be away, but I’d also get to visit some of my mom’s family while I’m out there. And Owen will be out there for part of that time too.”

  “Maybe you should just go for a week or two,” James advised. “A month is a really long time. What if you get bored? Won’t you miss your friends?”

  Abby wrinkled up her nose as if she didn’t like having her plans questioned. “Maybe. So...prom is this weekend,” she changed the subject.

  “Oh yeah? That’s awesome! I hope you’ll send me a picture,” he said. “I know you will look lovely.”

  “Sure, I’ll have my mom send you one,” Abby promised.

  He suddenly felt eyes piercing him and turned to see Maggie leaning in the door frame. “Who are you talking to?” she asked, hands on her hips. He had no idea how long she had been standing there. When he failed to respond, she staggered into the living room and eased herself onto the sofa, locking her gaze out the windows and onto the greening forest beyond.

  James abruptly ended his conversation with Abby and followed Maggie into the living room where he sat down beside her, a hand on her shoulder. She held her position, back toward him, while he spoke, “That was Sarah’s daughter Abby.”

  Maggie’s silence was deafening. He felt the infuriation rising off her like steam from a pot about to boil over on the stove. “Sarah is my friend, Maggie, nothing more. And yes, I Skype with her daughter from time to time,” he explained.

  She was trembling beneath his touch as she choked out a question, “Have you seen her since you’ve been back?”

  His heart was thumping against his ribcage as he considered his response. His hand fell back down to the sofa and his fingers grazed against the tweedy fabric of the pillow that was resting next to this thigh. “We had coffee last week.”