by Catelyn Cash
He kept Mhairi’s legs spread with his hands while he kissed and sucked and nibbled and drank until her increasingly frantic movements told him another orgasm was not far off. He sighed happily, hoping it was going to be a long, long night.
MHAIRI HAD A tongue in her mouth and another in her pussy, and she had no idea which one felt better. She could not hold back the tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her.
Tearing her mouth away from Cam’s, she tried to speak, but speech was beyond her, and she could only pant. She knew she must look wild-eyed, half-crazed, and she heard Cam murmur soothingly in her ear.
“Let go, Mhairi. We’ve got you.”
She clutched at him, her nails digging into his flesh in an attempt to ground herself as her body tightened and bucked out of control. She clutched at Rob too, clamping her legs around his head as she twisted in wordless ecstasy. There were sounds in the room, weird animal sounds, and she thought they might be coming from her throat. Although embarrassed to come again so quickly, so uninhibitedly, she could do nothing to hold herself back.
When her noisy orgasm finally released her, she sank back onto the sheets.
She was aware of Rob scrambling up the bed, but her eyes had drifted shut and she just didn’t have the strength to open them.
“That was fantastic,” she heard Rob say. Cam didn’t answer. In fact the silence went on so long Mhairi was finally forced to open her eyes; she saw them kissing inches away from her face. Cam was holding Rob’s jaw, Rob had his hand on the back of Cam’s neck, and they were really going at it. It was shocking, intimate, and, despite her recent climax, totally hot.
“You’re right,” said Cam, grinning when they finally broke off. “She does taste great.”
They were talking about her. Her…pussy. If she had the strength to move, Mhairi would have grabbed a pillow and hidden her face behind it.
Cam grinned down at her. “I think we should let you choose who goes first.”
Choose? Choose between two great men, two great cocks? “Do I have to?”
He laughed. “Maybe in future you won’t have to. There are ways we can both fuck you at the same time, but tonight we’re taking it slow. Without unduly bragging about my massive cock”—he dodged a good-natured blow from Rob—“I think it would be easier on you if he went first.”
Reaching into the bedside drawer, he pulled out a stack of condoms. “Rob bought these the first day we met you,” he said when he saw her surprise. “Thank God for his optimism.”
Thank God indeed. Mhairi would have died if they’d had to stop now. She licked her lips as Cam rolled a condom down the length of Rob’s cock.
“He’s going to fuck you,” said Cam, his voice gruff. “And I’m going to watch. I’m going to kiss you while he fucks you, because already I love kissing you. I may even kiss Rob too, but either way I’m going to be right here with you, fully involved.”
Rob had been lying alongside her, but now he rolled on top, urging her legs apart with his knee. And then his cock was there, nudging bluntly at the entrance to her body.
“Oh man, this is sweet.” Rob’s eyes glazed over as he pushed inside. “She’s so tight, Cam. Fuck, I love this, Mhairi. I love that you’re into us.”
Mhairi could tell from the sweat beading his brow, his intense concentration, that he was trying to do right by her, trying to take his time. While on another occasion she was sure she’d appreciate that, right now she was too turned on, despite her previous orgasms, her need too urgent. With an impatient tilt of her hips, she changed the angle of penetration, and on his next thrust he sank all the way into her. His eyes were closed, but the expression on his face was one she knew she would never forget. She saw Cam watching him too, with a look of pure love.
“Tell me if that feels as good as it looks,” he said. Both Mhairi and Rob nodded wordlessly, and he laughed.
Once again, Mhairi was beyond speech. Being fucked by Rob felt fantastic, and who knew having an audience would be so hot?
Cam was propped on one elbow, his hand resting lightly on Rob’s shoulder as he gazed intently into his lover’s face. “I live to see that look,” he told Mhairi, briefly shifting his attention to her. “I love watching him come too. The thought of watching him come when he is inside you is enough to drive me crazy.”
Rob’s eyes stayed closed as he deepened his thrusts, swiftly increasing the tempo. “I thought I was the one who talked during sex?”
“I guess we’re all on a steep learning curve tonight.” Cam laughed, running his hand down Rob’s spine. “When he comes, he comes like a train,” he told her. Mhairi saw him squeeze some lube into his hand and realized what he was doing.
He was rubbing it into Rob’s backside. Rob’s eyes flickered open in surprise as Cam breached his barrier and sank a finger inside him. Cam bent his head to Mhairi. “Now we’ll both feel him come,” he murmured against her lips.
Whatever Cam was doing to Rob, he seemed to like it. A lot. Thrusting harder and faster, he kept up a soft chant of “Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” his hips moving in a rapidly building rhythm, and Mhairi wrapped her legs around him, pulling him even deeper.
“Touch Cam, Mhairi,” Rob urged through gritted teeth. “Touch his cock. I don’t want him to feel left out.”
Cam’s shaft had been jabbing into her thigh, and now Mhairi wished she had thought of it herself. She closed her hand around him and immediately felt his strong, masculine energy thrumming through her. She could tell he was close, and suddenly it mattered that they all come together. Holding him firmly, she matched Rob’s rhythm. Cam moaned and began to thrust through her tightly gripping fist.
Unbelievably, Mhairi felt another orgasm building. Rob rammed into her pussy while Cam thrust into her hand so hard she struggled to hold him. The room was filled with the sounds of sex, of groans and cries, sharp, panting breaths, and the joyful slap of flesh. Desperate not to miss anything, Mhairi kept her eyes open throughout, feeling as though her whole life had been leading up to this very moment.
The pleasure just built and built as all three raced toward orgasm. She was barely aware of the primitive sounds spilling from her throat, could hear little above the pounding of her heart and the blood rushing in her head, though dimly, some part of her registered Rob’s cries ringing in her ear.
And Cam, where was Cam? Mhairi heard a long-drawn-out groan and felt the hot splash of semen on her fingers. And then oblivion beckoned as her orgasm hit, cracking her wide open while Rob’s entire body pulsed and he emptied himself deep inside her.
All three hung there for a moment, united by arching waves of pleasure. Slowly, slowly, the tension left their bodies, and Mhairi floated back to earth, her pulse gradually calming, wondering if she would ever feel normal again. Rob slumped heavily on top of her, and Cam nudged him aside with a wicked gleam in his eye.
“My turn,” he told Mhairi.
Chapter Six
The next morning Cam woke slowly. He didn’t move for a long time, getting his bearings in the unfamiliar room. He could feel Rob curled against his back, hear his lover’s steady breathing, and the comforting weight of his arm informing him that all was well with the world. About to roll over and waken Rob with a lewd suggestion, he felt a brush of cool air against his belly, and the events of the night came rushing back.
Mhairi was creeping from the bed. He almost reached for her, but the furtiveness about her movements stopped him. Lying perfectly still, he watched from beneath lowered lashes as she sat up, looking down at him and Rob. Cam felt her silent scrutiny for a moment. Then the bed shifted as she stood up. He opened his eyes a fraction and watched her quickly gather up her clothes and tiptoe from the room.
Propping himself on one elbow, he cocked his head, listening. Seconds later he heard the sound of water running somewhere deep in the house as she turned a shower on. Behind him on the bed, Rob grumbled sleepily.
“Morning, lover.” Rob groped for Cam’s warmth. “Why do I feel as if
I’ve run a marathon?” Suddenly he sat bolt upright and looked around the room. “Where is she?” he demanded as though Cam was somehow hiding her.
“I guess she’s gone for a shower.”
Rob swung his feet onto the floor. “What a great idea. Why don’t we join her?”
Cam grabbed his wrist and stopped him. “Easy. I think she might need some time to herself.”
“What makes you think that?”
“She’s gone upstairs to use her own shower.”
Rob shrugged. “So? Maybe it’s bigger than ours. We should join her.”
It did sound like a great idea, but still Cam hesitated. “I think we should wait.”
Rob pouted, an expression that looked comical on his stubbled, masculine face. “No way. If she has too much time to herself, she might begin to regret what we did, and I’m not going to let that happen.”
“She won’t regret it,” said Cam, trying to believe it. “I’ve never had a night like last night, and I think we can safely say she hasn’t either. I just don’t think we should crowd her right now. And two naked men walking into her shower could well be considered crowding.”
Reluctantly Rob backed down. “So no morning sex?”
“I didn’t say that.” Cam smiled. “We have our own shower.” He kissed Rob, then slapped him on the rump. “Come on.”
The water was warm, and there was plenty of it. For a while they just stood under the jets, allowing the needles of hot water to release muscles taut from overuse the night before. Then Cam grabbed the shower gel, and they soaped each other all over. When they were clean, Rob pulled Cam to him and they kissed, tongues snaking into each other’s mouths. Cam cupped Rob’s ass, kneading the tightly muscled cheeks. In response, Rob drove his tongue deeper, shifting one leg to rub his foot down Cam’s calf.
Enjoying the raw, sensual pleasure of Rob’s hard, soapy body, Cam held him even closer, pressing flesh to flesh, skin to skin, cock to cock as they kissed and the hot water cascaded over them.
Cam had loved their night with Mhairi, loved every second they had spent together, loved every liberty she had allowed them with her soft, luscious body, so very different from Rob’s. But nothing in this world compared to having Rob in his arms. Maybe they should have joined Mhairi. Maybe she would have been up for it. But if she wasn’t, he wanted Rob to keep the good memories just that little bit longer.
Kissing his lover, turning him around in the steamy warmth, helping him brace his hands against the tiled wall, nudging his legs apart while he slid his cock into Rob’s tightness, was, for Cam, the best feeling in the world.
When he was in to the hilt, he placed his hands over Rob’s on the tiles, and Rob angled his head for another kiss. The hot water streamed over their faces, and Rob pushed his ass back against Cam, welcoming the invasion. Gently Cam bit down on Rob’s neck, tasting soap, feeling the taut, corded muscles under his lips.
Rob rolled his neck blissfully. “Have you any idea how good that feels?”
“I do,” mumbled Cam. He slid one splayed hand down Rob’s belly, feeling the rasp of hair, feeling Rob’s muscles tighten. And then he took hold of Rob’s cock. It fit perfectly in his hand, as perfectly as his cock fit in Rob’s ass.
“Do you think Mhairi will want to watch us fuck each other?” Rob moaned, swiveling his hips to deepen Cam’s thrusts.
Stroking his lover’s hard shaft, Cam didn’t answer straightaway. Last night they had concentrated on Mhairi, giving her pleasure in every way they knew how. It had been wonderful, but the real test of whether or not they had any future as a threesome would be her reaction to watching him and Rob fuck, not through a half-shut door but up close and personal. He was not prepared to sneak around with Rob, grabbing some alone time when they could. The thought made him anxious. “We’re not going to rush her,” he said, not giving a straight answer. “This must be a huge adjustment for her. I bet this morning she’s having all sorts of second thoughts.” He soaped Rob’s balls and squeezed gently.
Rob moaned. “As long as her first and second thoughts are for us and our dicks,” he said. “Because much as I loved making love to her, I need to fuck you too. I get horny thinking of her watching us like this, knowing she’s had your cock inside her.”
Cam bit Rob’s ear. “That’s your fantasy? Strangely enough, mine is fucking you while you fuck her. I want my cock in your ass, your cock in her cunt.”
“Oh yeah!” Rob’s cock jerked, and Cam gripped him more firmly, pumping Rob’s shaft. Rob’s orgasm exploded from him in glistening jets that hit the glass shower screen before being washed away by the hot water.
Cam kissed his lover’s neck as his own orgasm gripped him, the muscles in his groin contracted rhythmically, and he shot deep into his lover’s ass.
When he was drained of every drop, Rob turned into his arms, kissing him. “She’s perfect for us, Cam.”
And for the first time, Cam began to think he might be right.
* * * *
Mhairi had woken early, sated and deliciously sore from a night of fabulous sex. Rob and Cam had treated her like a goddess all night long, every part of her body exclaimed over, worshipped, and adored. Once she’d overcome her initial embarrassment, she had loved every minute of it, reveling in the attention. For a while after waking this morning, she had lingered in bed, half hoping there might be a replay, but both men had been out for the count, and eventually the urge to brush her teeth had driven her from the bed and she had nipped up to her room, planning to be back before they missed her.
Once in her room, the lure of a shower had proved too much, but reluctant to miss any potential action downstairs, she kept it short.
She needn’t have rushed. Still hastily pulling on her dress, she hurried back to their room, only to find the bed empty. The sound of water told her someone was in the shower. The sound of sexy moans told her he wasn’t alone.
Mhairi had no idea of the correct etiquette for the morning after a threesome, but she suspected it didn’t involve two of the threesome waiting for the third to leave the bed before jumping into the shower and making out like bunnies.
Slipping away, Mhairi knew she had no right to be upset, but she found the fact that they had waited for her to leave before getting it on hurtful in a way she couldn’t put into words. What if they had only been feigning sleep, waiting for her to go so they could make out the way they preferred? A way that didn’t include her.
Glancing down at her dress, so hastily pulled on she had buttoned it wrong, she felt grateful they hadn’t see her like this, eager for them when they were eager only for each other.
Even though the thought of facing them mortified her, she suspected that hiding under the bed would only invite comment. Instead she headed for the kitchen, practicing an air of casual insouciance, as if being rejected by two men before breakfast was not that big a deal.
When she heard their bedroom door open a few minutes later, she grabbed a bag of coffee beans and busied herself with the coffee grinder.
“Morning, sweetie,” Rob called above the noise of the machine.
Hurrying to her side, he tried to kiss her, but she turned her head at the last minute and his lips landed on her hair. “Morning,” she called back. He lingered, waiting for her to finish, but she kept the grinder going. And going. Through the curtain of her long hair, she saw the two men exchange glances. Only when the coffee beans resembled dust did she reluctantly switch it off. The silence was deafening.
“You okay?” Rob asked.
“Yes,” she said brightly. “Coffee?”
Too brightly, perhaps. Out of the corner of her eye she saw them exchange another look.
“Sure. I’d love some,” Rob said. “That’s a gorgeous dress. You look stunning.”
Mhairi glanced down at her green sundress. It had a line of tiny buttons from neckline to hem. When she’d chosen it this morning, she’d had visions of them undoing the buttons. Maybe with their teeth. Not likely to happen now that they h
ad been all loved up in the shower. Pathetically, she felt a lump in her throat. “Thanks. What’s on the agenda for today?”
“A distillery.” Cam spoke for the first time, and from the way he looked at her, Mhairi suspected she might be overdoing the insouciance and slipping into demented, but she had no intention of letting them see she was upset. Especially since she couldn’t explain it. “Are you sure everything is all right?”
“Yes.” She shoved her hair back with her hand and beamed at him. “Do you need me to drive?”
His gaze raked her face, and he didn’t seem reassured by what he saw there. “If you’re sure you’re up to it.”
“Of course I am.” Her jaw had begun to ache with smiling.
And that put paid to conversation. Breakfast was an awkward and silent meal, during which Mhairi ignored the looks flying between the two men as they tried to figure out her weird mood. She wished them luck with that. No one mentioned last night, and she certainly didn’t bring up what she had witnessed this morning. When everyone eventually gave up all pretense of eating, Cam went to check his e-mail and Rob took the uneaten toast out to the gulls, while Mhairi loaded the dishwasher.
Hearing a noise, she looked up. Cam stood in the doorway.
“Mhairi, what’s wrong?”
He looked so worried Mhairi felt guilty. She was being unreasonable, and she knew it. “Nothing’s wrong. Honest.”
He obviously wasn’t convinced. “You would tell me if you are upset about last night?”
She shook her head. “I’m not upset.”
“Are you sure? Because you sure look upset about something.”
“I’m fine,” she said and, to her horror, burst into tears.
Cam rushed to her and drew her into his arms “My God, what is it? Mhairi, please, tell me. Did we do something wrong?”
Where to begin without sounding crazy? “You made love with Rob this morning,” she mumbled against his shoulder.