Romp

by Shelley Munro

  But this once, he intended to chase what he wanted and damn the consequences. Ten years from now he wanted to know he’d done everything he could to ensure his happiness. Even if this one day was all they had, he’d have no regrets.

  Fletch winked at Liam and turned his attention to Gaby’s breasts. Topped by apricot-colored nipples, they were soft and fragrant. Instead of heading straight for her nipples, he explored her shape, he tested the weight of her and licked around the base. He felt the bed move and Liam joined him. Together they explored. Their gazes caught, and although instinct suggested Fletch should stare elsewhere, he continued to watch Liam mirror his actions. He traced around Gaby’s nipple, using fingers, tongue. At his side, Liam copied, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked and licked Gaby.

  “Oh my stars,” Gaby whispered hoarsely.

  Fletch wanted to make a cheeky comment, to ask if she could see stars, but he didn’t want to break the connection with Liam and he sure as hell didn’t want to release her nipple. They hadn’t done much yet—nothing except a little foreplay—and his cock ached for more. A good ache, the sort that foretold of mind-numbingly excellent sex.

  A sharp tug on his hair made Fletch wince. His head jerked up. “Hell, woman. Don’t snatch me bald.”

  “I need you inside me now. Now,” she said in a tight voice.

  Liam let her nipple pop from his mouth. It glistened in the afternoon light. “Both of us?”

  “Now,” Gaby gritted out in a harsh voice, full of need.

  Fletch reached for the lube. “Have you done this before?”

  “Anal, yes. Two men, no.”

  “Maybe we should go a bit slower.”

  Gaby lurched up and grabbed him by the ears. She yanked his face closer. “I know my body. I want sex. I want sex now.”

  “Okay.” To Fletch’s relief, she released his ears and he moved out of her reach, eyeing her ruefully. He turned to Liam. “You okay with this?”

  “Yes.” Liam’s eyes glittered. “How do you want to do this?”

  Fletch wanted to shout out loud at the banked passion in Liam. It wasn’t only for Gaby. Some of it was for him. He cleared his throat, testing the hard knock to his equilibrium. The lingering fears he’d experienced since the idea first occurred to him eased. This was a good start. Maybe a threesome between them wouldn’t turn to shit after all. “You take the bottom.”

  Liam gently pushed Gaby away from the center of the bed. She whimpered in protest at the loss of contact until Fletch lifted her over Liam. Liam took over, grabbing her by the hips and guiding his cock to her entrance. Gaby ceased her fighting and sank down with a groan. The entire time Liam watched Fletch, their gazes holding and feeling like a tangible contact.

  “About time,” she muttered.

  “Did you know she was so bossy in bed?” Liam asked, humor lighting his face.

  “It comes with the territory,” Gaby said. “Since I chose to work at Fancy Free, I needed to lose my hang-ups about sex and ask for what I wanted. Actually, I promised myself I’d always demand what I needed after my university boyfriend dumped me. He told everyone I was crap in bed when I was merely following his lead. He didn’t know his way around a woman’s body and blamed the fizzer sex on me. I always regret not speaking up. Women don’t have to lie there and think of England like they did fifty or a hundred years ago.”

  “Wow, a hot button,” Liam said.

  “As long as you guys both know where to find my hot button. If you’re not sure of anything, ask.”

  Right. She’d asked for it. “I’m worried about hurting you. If you weren’t in such an all-fire hurry, we could do this right and take our time.”

  “I told you I’ve designed a butt plug. I’ve done a lot of research. You know the dresser in my bedroom, the kitset one you guys spent an entire day putting together?”

  Fletch grimaced and saw an echoing sentiment on Liam’s face. “The person who designed the dresser wasn’t a builder.” Sadists did the designs, and they must laugh their asses off at the mess their customers made attempting to put the bloody things together.

  “We can hardly forget,” Liam said, reaching up to tweak one pouting nipple. Payback.

  “It’s full of sex toys. Butt plugs, vibrators, nipple clamps, cock sleeves. You name it and I probably have a version. I’ve used all of them in my research.”

  “The woman has hidden talents.” Fletch checked Liam’s reaction. Their gazes held for a long moment. A jolt went through him, although he didn’t think Liam noticed. That was the thing. Liam didn’t have any idea of the way Fletch felt about him.

  “Well, this woman wishes you’d stop flapping your gums and get to the action.” She squirmed a little before rising and slowly sinking back down. “Ooh, that feels good.”

  “Enough of that,” Fletch said, and he swatted her arse to reinforce the order.

  She froze before glancing over her shoulder, a wicked grin twisting her lips. “Have I mentioned I like a little pain with my lovin’? I don’t know why but it makes me hot.”

  “We’ll keep that in mind,” Liam said, his tone strained. “Gaby’s right. You need to move things along.”

  Fletch opened the plain bottle and squirted a dollop of lube into his palm. Then, he gently pushed Gaby down into Liam’s arms for better access. He ran his lube-free palm over Gaby’s butt, a silent signal to tell her he was about to start. Bearing her impatience in mind, he didn’t waste time. He slicked the lube over her pucker and carefully pushed in one finger. Gaby twisted and squirmed at the intrusion, her range of movement inhibited now that Liam filled her. Fletch pressed a hand to her back.

  “Distract her for me,” he said to Liam.

  “Good idea. I could do with some distraction too.” Without another word, Liam crushed his mouth to hers.

  Immediately, Gaby ceased her writhing. Fletch gradually added another finger, taking things slowly despite her reassurance she’d take him easily. Hot flesh clamped his fingers and a frisson of excitement flooded him. Not only would he touch Gaby, he’d experience the friction of Liam’s cock again. He’d been dying to repeat the experience ever since Jenny May and he trembled with eagerness. Despite that, he took time to slick his cock with lube, the warmth of his hand almost searing through the thin condom.

  He sucked in a breath, deep and a little unsteady, his mouth dry while his heart thudded with anticipation.

  “Are you guys ready for this?”

  Liam separated their mouths long enough to answer in the affirmative before kissing Gaby again. Easy to see Liam’s increasingly urgent hunger. Fletch fastened his hands on her hips and guided his cock into position. He pushed slowly but with determination, the tight pucker creating a pressure around his cock that was almost painful. He paused, retreated a fraction before invading again. This time her sphincter muscles gave and he sank deep into her heat.

  “Okay, Gaby?”

  “We’re fine,” Liam answered.

  “I can feel you both.” Fletch brushed a kiss over Gaby’s shoulder then leaned down to aim a kiss at Liam too. Part of him wondered if Liam might balk at another kiss. He’d pushed his luck enough already, but to his surprise, Liam’s lips moved against his, the intimacy shooting an arrow of heat through him. Gasping, he pulled back, mesmerized by the hunger in Liam’s eyes. “Ready to start?”

  “Let’s do this,” Liam said.

  They started to thrust in counterpoint. The cotton quilt rustled faintly each time they moved while the scent of sex and a faint trace of soap filled the air. Between them, Gaby shuddered and cried out. He pulled out and Liam pushed into Gaby. On each sweet slide, their cocks met between the thin barrier separating them. They repeated the action again and again until Fletch drifted, awash in a world of pleasure. He was vaguely aware of Gaby coming, the tight squeeze of her channel around his cock almost doing him in. Damn, this was good, even better than he’d remembered.

  “How are you doing, sweetheart?”

  “I’m good.” She sounded sa
tisfied and sated like a sleepy kitten.

  “Liam?”

  “Keep moving,” his friend ordered.

  Not a problem. Even though he appreciated Gaby, this time it seemed more about him and Liam. His balls lifted even as he imagined them together, freely touching and giving pleasure to each other. He pulled out of Gaby, hissing at the scrape of Liam’s cock against the sensitive crown of his dick. He started to drive faster, thrusting harder until he reached the point of no return. His climax burst over him, and he could have sworn he heard bells ringing, fireworks, the entire extravaganza as pleasure dragged him under.

  A rough growl vibrated through Liam, and Fletch felt a faint pulse against his cock. He squeezed his eyes closed and bit down on his tongue to halt the words waiting to spring from his mouth.

  It was too early for a confession.

  Despite the urgency thrumming through him, he needed to exercise patience. Only then might he have a chance to fulfill his goal of hooking up with both Liam and Gaby on a permanent basis.

  Aware he was heavy and probably squashing his lovers, he carefully withdrew. He wasn’t surprised when his legs wobbled. It took time for blood to return to the brain, especially after an experience as phenomenal as the one he’d just encountered.

  He waited a couple of seconds, and once sure of his balance, he headed for the bathroom. Fletch removed the condom and washed up. He dampened another cloth with warm water, wrung it out and returned to the bedroom.

  He found Gaby and Liam exactly where he’d left them. With a chuckle, he swatted Gaby over the butt. “Do you need help to move?”

  “I’m quite comfortable where I am, thank you. I’m thinking I might go to sleep like this.”

  Fletch stroked the creamy skin of her bottom then used the cloth to clean her up. She sighed, widening her stance for him. With the job done, he returned the cloth to the bathroom.

  Liam and Gaby were kissing when he returned to his bedroom. A raft of emotions struck him, twisting in his chest. First the sense of rightness hit him—they were both in his bed—but swift on the heels of the initial rush of satisfaction came apprehension, a touch of envy. Then he reminded himself they were his friends and this wasn’t a competition. Patience. Trust needed time to develop and cement them together.

  He’d told Liam they needed to court Gaby and woo her to their way of thinking. In truth, his mission was twofold because he was desperate to convince Liam of the magical possibilities in their future. A wooing within a wooing.

  The woo-woo factor.

  Chapter Six

  Liam wrapped his arms around Gaby and continued with the lazy kissing. Long, sensuous kisses. Gentle suction as their tongues swirled together in a silent dance of desire. Quick nibbling kisses that made the blood roar through his veins, made his cock pulse with renewed longing.

  A hungry sound escaped her and his emotions rocked in victory. Physical attraction was half the battle, and they already had the friendship to bolster the blooming magnetism between them.

  “You two going to keep up with that all afternoon or are we going to test some sex toys?” A faint snap cloaked Fletch’s words and Liam smirked against Gaby’s lips.

  She lifted her head and grinned over her shoulder. “Just keeping warmed up.”

  “You wanted us to work out the toys ourselves?” Fletch asked.

  “Yes. I want to make sure my instructions are clear.”

  Liam watched Fletch closely. Normally he could tell Fletch’s mood with a quick glance. Not today. His friend had instigated two kisses with him, and he wasn’t sure how to feel or what to think about the physical contact with a man he called friend. He should probably punch Fletch’s lights out and go from there, yet he couldn’t seem to build up a good head of indignation. He found himself scowling in the direction of Fletch’s mouth and ripped his gaze away. Confusion didn’t begin to cover the emotions blindsiding him today.

  At a crossroads, he didn’t know which way to turn. A part of him wanted to sprint back down the road he’d already traveled, while his adventurous soul pushed him to stride bravely forward, following the route he and Fletch discussed the previous day.

  “Here,” Fletch said, snaring Liam’s full attention.

  Gaby lifted away from him, separating their bodies.

  Liam dealt with the condom before accepting the vibrator. He studied the toy, smoothing his fingers over the penis-shaped attachment. “Looks simple enough.” He hit the power button. Instantly a low drone filled the room and the attachment started moving forward and back in a thrusting motion.

  Fletch grinned. “At a guess, I’d say that bit is the substitute penis and goes in the vagina or tickles the clit.”

  “Good.” Gaby clapped her hands together, a beam of satisfaction on her face. She never confided details of her work—a confidentiality clause, so she said—and Liam found this glimpse fascinating.

  “Can we try it?” Fletch plucked the vibe from Liam and switched the power off. “What do the other attachments do?” He reached over to grab the bag of attachments.

  Liam followed the move, his gaze fixing on Fletch’s arse. When the urge to touch struck out of the blue, a croak of shock burst from him. He ripped his gaze away, his heartbeat galloping in echo of his shock. He was ogling his best friend’s backside.

  Fletch turned back to them and, unbidden, Liam’s attention fixed on his friend again. Their eyes met. Hell. Liam wanted to look away yet, contrarily, he craved the intimate connection with Fletch. His friend didn’t seem to hold the same scruples or doubts. He stared right back, comfortable in his own skin. His lips curled upward and he winked.

  “I vote we go for this attachment.” Fletch held up one with a little roller.

  “One of my personal favorites,” Gaby said. “I got the inspiration from the massage chairs at the mall. This roller bit stimulates either side of the clit. There’s another bottle of lube. Can you pass that to me?”

  Liam climbed off the bed to do her bidding. “What’s so special about this lube?”

  “Ah, just wait and see,” she said with a teasing smile.

  “Did you realize your music player was in here?” Fletch asked, still poring through the bag.

  Gaby nodded. “Yep.” She commandeered the lube from him and opened the bottle. She squirted some onto her palm and turned to Fletch. “You first. Lie back and close your eyes.”

  After Fletch closed his eyes, Liam felt able to study him openly, visually examining the lines of his body, his muscular build and finally, his cock. Gaby teased Fletch, running her fingers up and down his length and, as he watched, Fletch grew erect. Then she applied the lube with languid strokes. Fletch kept his eyes shut, but Liam had no trouble seeing how Fletch felt about Gaby’s hand massage. His cock lengthened under her ministrations, his balls drawing up rapidly. His heartfelt moan of pleasure sealed the deal as did the musky scent of arousal filling the bedroom.

  “Hand me the vibe please.”

  Liam handed her the vibrator and soon the low motorized hum sounded. Gaby used the attachment to add additional stimulation. She ran it over his balls and lower to vibrate along his perineum.

  Until today Liam had never studied another man so intimately. It wasn’t the done thing to ogle another man’s junk in the showers after rugby training but, right now, he couldn’t have shifted his gaze if he wanted to. Part of him wanted to participate, to lean lower and lick the bead of pre-come from the slit of Fletch’s cock. He shifted uncomfortably, aware of the echoing arousal in his own body.

  He wanted to experience Fletch, in exactly the same way as Gaby. Swift on the heels of the thought came fear.

  Panic.

  God, he’d be the butt of everyone’s jokes if they ever learned his thoughts. It was bad enough with his mother and the way she soaked up booze and drugs and jumped into bed with every man who took her fancy. A shudder worked down to his gut. Thank god, she hadn’t returned to Sloan for several months. His life was more peaceful when his mother stayed away.


  “Describe the sensations to me,” Gaby said with a final leisurely stroke, dragging Liam’s thoughts back to the present. “Do you like them or are they too intense?”

  “They feel great now, but I think if you used the vibrator on me for much longer, the sensation would become painful.”

  “Liam, I want your opinion. Lie beside Fletch. Fletch I’m going to stroke for a bit longer. Tell me when the friction becomes too much for you.”

  Liam settled beside Fletch, his pulse skittering at the blast of heat coming off his friend. Already his imagination was doing things to his cock and Gaby hadn’t started.

  “Enough,” Fletch said, his eyes popping open. “I’ll come if you do that for much longer.”

  “Okay.” She stopped instantly and turned away to jot a note on her clipboard. “What do you think of the lube?”

  “It sort of heats yet chills at the same time. It’s hard to describe.”

  “Too much? Did the vibrator contribute to that? Or was it solely the lube?” Gaby fired questions like a drillmaster. “What’s your normal recovery power like?”

  Liam listened to Fletch’s honest answers, fascinated despite himself. When men discussed sex, it was more about the scoring. They never discussed details like this.

  “Your turn now.” Gaby squirted another dollop of lube on her palm and grinned at Liam. “Ready?”

  “Go on. Do your worst.” Fletch rolled over to his side, bringing him closer to Liam. “He can take the torture.”

  Desire jolted Liam, and his lids fell to half-mast in an attempt to screen his reaction. Did Fletch realize the power he held over him? Maybe he did because he seemed intent on taunting Liam and pushing him past the point of comfort. Normally, Liam wouldn’t have worried. They’d challenged each other since childhood, but this was sexual in character. The possible consequences scared the shit out of him.