Cook, Kris - Three to Play (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Kris Cook

“Yes, sir. I want to come. I need to come.”

  “You can do better than that. Make me believe you.”

  “P-Please. I have to come. I can’t hold back.” Her body began thrashing underneath him.

  “I can’t let you, unless you tell me more.” His own release loomed to the surface. He couldn’t hold back much longer, but he wanted to make this moment last.

  “Please let me come.”

  Now Clint felt the rush to the finish line. He lengthened his strokes into her cunt. He hoped that Beth reached new heights of sexual gratification and abandon.

  His balls exploded hot liquid up his shaft. “Come for me, Beth. Do it.”

  “Y-Yes, sir.” He felt her body shivering against him, loosing herself to her orgasm.

  The walls of her channel clamped down on his cock, and he unloaded inside her.

  Chapter Ten

  The sleepy afterglow faded as Beth felt the restraints being removed from her wrists and ankles. Opening her eyes, she saw Clint. He brought feelings out of her she didn’t know were possible. Thinking about how she gave herself totally to him moved her to tears. She wanted him, needed what he could give her. At the same instant, a pang of missing swept over her for Dustin. He should be here. She thought about saying so, but Clint hadn’t given his permission for her to speak yet.

  He turned to her and smiled. “You’re awake. Good.”

  His sexy voice ignited nerve endings on her skin.

  Clint leaned down, pressing his mouth to hers, soft and warm. His delicious tongue urged her lips to part, and she consented. As their kiss deepened, sparks zoomed inside her body. He’d been able to calm her mind and her worry by teaching her to let go. He’d stretched her, pushed her, and now he surprised her.

  He sat up. “Beth, sit up for me.”

  Without hesitation, she did.

  Sliding off the bed, he stood up, giving her a better view of his naked, muscled frame. Clint reached under her and scooped her up into his arms. “I want to take a shower with you, sweetheart.”

  Sweetheart? Her heart pounded wildly in her chest. He’d never said anything so wonderful to her.

  Beth leaned into his rock-solid chest, savoring the feeling of safety he provided her. He carried her into the bathroom.

  “Where are your towels, Beth?”

  She couldn’t find her voice. Had he given her permission to speak? When she looked into Clint’s eyes they showed he understood her hesitation.

  “Sweetheart, no rules now. Trust me. You can be yourself now.”

  “O-Okay. The towels are in the hallway closet. I don’t have enough storage here, and since it’s just me, who cares. I suppose I should move to a new place. I’ve been here for so long, though. It’s home. Oh God, I’m rambling.”

  “Not talking must’ve been very hard for you.” Clint laughed. The sound elated her. “Stay put. I’ll be right back.”

  When he walked out, she missed his presence instantly. She turned to the mirror. Oh God. No makeup, Medusa-like hair.

  Clint’s voice interrupted her inspection. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

  He held two white towels and her robe. He placed the towels on the sink counter, hung the robe on the hook. “How warm do you like the water?”

  His tenderness caught her off guard, causing her to hesitate.

  “I like it pretty hot, but not scalding,” she stated, finally locating her voice.

  Clint turned the faucet’s handles. Water streamed out of the spout. His long fingers tested the liquid. “I think you’ll like this temperature then.”

  Clint turned the middle handle and water streamed from the showerhead. Standing up, his hand pushed gently on her back and steered her into the tub. He followed her, pulling the curtain closed. The warm water hit her chest. It felt amazing. Clint pressed his front to her backside. She watched as his muscled arm appeared in front of her. He took her shampoo bottle from the bathroom caddy.

  “Lean in and get your hair wet for me, sweetheart.”

  She felt his dick hardening against her skin. A river of longing snaked from her mouth, breasts, stomach, and thighs, down to her pussy. Beth stepped forward and let the water soak her head. The smell of water and strawberry shampoo filled her nose.

  Clint’s hands intertwined with her hair. He combed the strands with his soapy fingers.

  “That feel good, Beth?”

  “So very good.”

  Next, his fingers massaged her scalp, easing away every care. She tilted her head back into his chest. He laughed. She’d never known him to be so relaxed. That pleased her.

  “Okay, lets rinse your hair now.”

  His hands never left her head as she leaned in. The water felt wonderful. His fingers wandered through her hair like an army, back and forth, from scalp to the end of her long strands, until all the soap was gone.

  “That felt great, Clint. Thank you.”

  “I’m not done. I see your conditioner, and I’m gonna use it. Your hair is too gorgeous not to. Besides, I don’t do any job half-assed.”

  “So I’ve learned.”

  Beth closed her eyes again as Clint deftly applied the moisturizing rinse. Each pass of his hand through her hair took her higher.

  “After I finish, there’s more in store for you. I’m gonna lather your body up with shower gel and get you nice and clean.”

  A shiver of excitement and anticipation zigzagged over her skin. She squeezed her thighs together as the ache grew in her channel. The man had come twice tonight, could she expect him to come a third time? Still, he was only thirty. Beth smiled at the thought.

  Clint stopped stroking her hair. “God, you are an incredible woman, Beth Taylor.”

  “And you, Clint Moore, are an amazing man.”

  Beth felt his teeth clamp onto her ear. He cupped her breasts. Her nipples jutted out hard, eager.

  “Soap up your loofah for me, sweetheart.”

  Beth obeyed, grabbing the loofah and the body soap from her caddy. She popped the top open and started to clean her neck.

  “I’m doing that. You’re here to enjoy, that’s all.”

  His right hand left her chest, and she gave the soapy sponge to him. A wonderful dizziness took hold of her as one hand gently kneaded her chest, and the other lathered her back.

  “You body is so sexy, smooth.” His voice deepened, filled with what sounded like fathomless lust. Need tugged at her pussy. She wanted him to fuck her again. His cock, fully erect, pressed between her ass cheeks. Beth wiggled against it, hoping to urge him to increase his pace.

  “That’s it, Beth. Get that body turned on.”

  “Take me, Clint. I’ll do anything to have you inside me.”

  “Yes, you will.” He tweaked her nipple, and she thought she’d pass out from the pleasure.

  His soapy hands firmly massaged her shoulders. The tension knots of the past few weeks released. Next he rubbed her neck, then he caressed the full length of her arms. Beth felt his hands move to her breasts, gently soaping them up. She thought he took his time washing her before, but now his pace crawled like lava from an ancient volcano. Clearly, he enjoyed lingering on her chest.

  Beth wanted this shower to last forever. No one had ever treated her to such wonderful touches.

  Clint crouched and began working on her lower body. His hands moved together, first on her right leg, putting a match to the fuse of her desire. She wanted him to touch her pussy, needed him to tease her backside ring. Then he moved to her left leg. Up and down, stopping just short of touching her mound.

  “Clint, are you trying to drive me crazy? If you are, it’s working.”

  “Good.”

  His stokes lengthened, and his fingers grazed her swollen folds. “Time to move to your hot cunt and tight ass.”

  His fingers meandered over her pussy and backside. Currents of desire shot up her spine from his wicked manipulation. Then, his fingers danced against her clit. A jolt rocked deep into her channel. Her control fled, and her wildness s
welled.

  He stood up. “Time to rinse, sweetheart.”

  He turned her full circle, washing the conditioner from her hair and the soap from her skin. Beth felt so clean and turned on.

  The water now hit the back of her legs. His cock moved ever so slightly, most likely to the beat of his heart pulsing.

  Then Clint went back to his knees. He grabbed her ass and brought her forward. Beth felt his warm tongue laved her clit, setting her whole body to throbbing.

  What an amazing mouth.

  Clint moved his tongue over her tender folds, his hands still pulling her in tighter, closer. Every cell inside her seemed to be tingling, moving, burning. His fingers kneaded her backside’s flesh while his mouth worked her over.

  The ripples of pleasure became crashing waves of explosive ecstasy.

  Beth’s orgasm washed over her as Clint continued tasting her pussy.

  “O-Oh.”

  Her vocalization seemed to urge him on more. His tongue pierced her, advancing into her channel.

  Her back arched. Tears spilled down her cheeks as the rapturous release consumed her. Her legs wilted. She rocked against his mouth for what seemed to be several minutes.

  When her orgasm finally subsided, Beth stroked Clint’s head. He looked up at her, eyes full of lust.

  She smiled. “What about you? You need to be cleaned up, too?”

  He sent her a wicked grin, stood up, and handed her the loofah.

  Beth aimed the stream at Clint’s chest. The water cascaded down his impressive frame, soaking all of him. She marveled that the liquid didn’t turn to steam once it touched his smoldering skin. Elated that she’d get to touch him and please him, her stomach jumped.

  She pointed the showerhead toward the tiles, dropped to her knees, and spent extra time on his lower half. His hard cock danced in front of her waiting mouth. With one hand, she washed his balls. With the other, she tried to circle his shaft, but its large girth prevented her fingers from touching her thumb. Beth looked up. Clint’s eyes never left hers.

  Beth leaned back to let the shower’s spray rinse Clint’s entire body. She leaned in and licked his cock from base to tip.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. Clean me up with that hot mouth of yours.”

  She swallowed him as far as she could go until his dick hit the back of her throat. Clamping her lips, she felt Clint’s cock pulsing. Pleasuring him increased her want to a frenzied state. Her insides boiled hot.

  “Fuck. That feels so good.”

  Pushing his buttons, feeling him respond from her treatment increased her thirst. She slipped her mouth up and down his hard dick, faster and faster. Beth kneaded his balls.

  “That’s it, Beth. Fucking perfect.”

  His cock jerked in her mouth. His orgasm must be close. She vowed to swallow every drop of his hot liquid.

  His body went rigid and he grabbed a fistful of her hair.

  “I-I’m coming!” Clint yelled.

  His warmth exploded in her mouth. She sucked it all down.

  When Beth felt Clint’s body slacken, she released him.

  “That was incredible, sweetheart.”

  Beth licked the tip of his cock and watched him shake from his afterglow.

  He pulled her up and kissed her.

  When their mouths parted, their eyes locked on each other.

  “Clint, I think I could fall in love with you.”

  Why had she said that to him? It wasn’t like her to be so impulsive.

  Her heart plummeted to the floor when Clint dropped his gaze.

  * * * *

  Beth’s body still buzzed from the weekend with Clint and Dustin.

  When they all came together the first time, Dustin and Clint fell asleep in minutes, but Beth’s last climax thundered inside her for more than an hour, keeping her deliciously awake. As exhaustion took her to dreamland, she let herself imagine them staying the whole weekend. She definitely could get used to the kind of treatment they gave her.

  What a birthday. She marveled at all that she’d done that night. Her first threesome. Sex with Dustin while Clint watched. Later, Clint teaching her submission, and then the amazing shower with him. Her time with them had left her so satisfied and spent.

  Beth could still feel them in her pussy. She’d never felt so alive.

  For a moment, Beth wondered if Clint regretted their time together. But he sat quietly and watched her make waffles, rather than hightailing it out the door, so she doubted it. He took three bites and drank some coffee. How could a man say so much in the bedroom and behind a microphone, but be so non-verbal everywhere else? Still, he smiled at her and kept squeezing her hand. Words held very little meaning next to that.

  He and Dustin made her feel so sexy. The birthday blues were long gone, but she wasn’t sure what was left in their place.

  Clint had left an hour ago with the promise to call her tomorrow to set up dinner with him and Dustin. Dinner with two helpings of delicious man-desserts. She grinned.

  Her lips and nipples were dry and sore from all the incredible kissing and sucking. The remaining aches reminded her of how many times they’d entered her and brought her to orgasm. She still couldn’t believe that she’d actually let herself go. Clint and Dustin amazed and surprised her. She’d never been so satisfied. The two studs gave her the best gift a woman could ask for. Complete, passionate abandon.

  Ring. Ring.

  Her cell jolted her from her thoughts. Where had she left it? The living room.

  Beth jumped up and put on a robe.

  Ring. Ring.

  By the time she got to the phone, she missed the call. Beth looked down at the screen.

  Candi?

  Why would she be calling her on Saturday morning? Was the weekend announcer sick and the boss needed a fill-in?

  She hit the dial button, and it went straight to voicemail.

  “Candi, this is Beth. I saw you called. Give me a call back.”

  Beth didn’t really want to talk to the boss. If the woman had any idea of what happened last night, Beth would be toast. But the guys would never tell. Of that she had no doubt.

  Whatever Candi wanted, Beth vowed to not let it ruin her mood. Last night had been unbelievable, and she wanted the feeling to continue.

  However long Clint and Dustin worked at the station, she’d be okay with it from now on. Really okay with it. She even suspected that when the two finally moved on to some bigger and better station, and they would, she’d be very sad.

  * * * *

  All weekend, Clint felt Dustin’s mood turning darker with each hour that Beth didn’t call them back.

  After he left Beth’s apartment, they’d planned on getting together for dinner with Dustin. It never happened. Though both he and Dustin had left several messages, Beth never returned them. No voicemail. No email. No text message. Nothing since he’d left her.

  Sunday, he and Dustin went to her house and knocked on her door. No answer.

  Had Clint crossed the line with Beth? Pushed her too far? He wanted to comfort her, and let her know how much being with her meant to him. All he could do now was make sure that she and Dustin stayed on the morning show. They’d be an incredible duo together. His jaw clenched tightly at the thought of moving on without them, but that would be best for all of them.

  Late Sunday night, he and Dustin sat in the living room, willing the phone to ring.

  “You gonna say something?” Dustin’s tone sliced razor sharp. “Anything at all?”

  Clint wanted to tell him about his time alone with Beth, but he couldn’t. Dustin wouldn’t understand his attraction to bondage. If he told him, it would just be another nail in the coffin of their already-crumbling friendship. His gut wrenched at the thought. Best to leave it be.

  “If you won’t bother to answer me, then don’t fucking talk to me.” With that, Dustin went to his room and slammed the door shut.

  Once he got to Candi tomorrow morning, everything would be okay.

 
; But everything wasn’t okay.

  * * * *

  At four a.m., Clint and Dustin jumped into the car. Clint hated the drive. Dustin kept an invisible barrier between them ever since they left Beth’s apartment Friday night. Now, Clint sensed it growing with each passing minute.

  When they got to the station, the only person that could tear down Dustin’s blockade was missing. Beth. Could she just be running late? The latest she’d ever come in last week had been four, and that day she stopped to pick up some breakfast burritos for everyone.

  Fuck.

  Fruitlessly, Dustin dialed her cell over and over just as they had done all weekend. No answer.

  Clint looked for the hundredth time at the digital clock in the studio. Five-thirty a.m. Still, no Beth.

  His mind swirled with memories of being with Beth and Dustin on Friday night, of watching the two of them fuck from the bathroom doorway, of restraining her to the bed for his taking. No one compared to Beth.

  His recalled her soft body, her submission, her kiss, her response to the things in his black bag.

  “Damn it.” He’d left his bag and the video camera at her place.

  Clint felt completely lost. Next to her, his self-control that he always trusted failed him. He had turned off the camera, erased the little he’d recorded, never asked her to confess. Her body confessed enough for him, and he believed that showing Dustin any video of her divulging the truth would do nothing but drive him further away from Clint.

  Could he fuck things up any more?

  Two of the most incredible people he’d ever known. Beth, so beautiful, intelligent, soft and determined. He wanted her to be some typical, washed up, wanna-be announcer, but she wasn’t. He’d never met a more talented broadcaster or wonderful human being. Sometimes he could swear, she saw through all his bullshit. And Dustin, so strong, confident, loyal and real.

  What would he do once he found out Clint had gone back to Beth’s apartment and ravaged her? Clint hoped he would never find out.

  Amazing sex, yes, but in the light of day all that disappeared. And what was left? Regret. And boy, was he feeling that now.

  By fifteen minutes to air time, Dustin darkened to a pitch black.