ChasingSin

by Sara Brookes

  “I doubt either of us can say no to whatever you want from us. It was always impossible to say no to you.”

  “All right.” She nodded as she slowly swallowed the lump in her throat. “Just don’t hold back—please. I don’t want you to think that because I’m here, you need to do anything differently than you normally would.”

  “We never have before. I wouldn’t dream of starting now.”

  Kate moved away, folding her legs under her as she scooted onto the table. The old piece of furniture seemed a little shaky, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t the one who would be engaging in any sort of vigorous activity.

  Snyder shifted now that she’d moved away and there was more room for him to fit between Tripp’s long legs. Caught up and enthusiastic, his head bobbed as he continued to attend to Tripp. She couldn’t see because she was directly behind Snyder, but she didn’t care.

  The sight Tripp made while Snyder sucked his cock was worth the loss of a complete visual. At first, Tripp stared at her as Snyder continued to move, but he soon became lost and his eyes closed as his head fell back. She wanted to crawl forward and bury her nose in the crook of Tripp’s neck and breathe in every ounce of him. But she’d interrupted them enough lately and wasn’t about to deny them again.

  Not after she’d specifically asked.

  Tripp slid his hands over Snyder’s smooth head and that sight caused something deep inside her to clench. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she bit her lip to try to contain more spilling forth. The last thing she wanted to do was remind them they had an audience. Tripp’s eyes slowly opened as he lifted his head and she saw he had succumbed to that hazy place created by extreme arousal.

  “Show me.” When she continued to sit there, caught up in the luscious timbre of his words, his eyes cleared and opened fully. “My time to request something now, Kate. Show me how much you’re enjoying watching this. I can smell you from here, so it’s pointless to try to hide it. That sharp, musky scent of your cunt is too damn delectable to ignore. Show me.”

  The power of the command washed over her and she nodded as she unfolded her legs, opening them as she planted her feet flat on the table top. Her toes curled around the edge and she leaned back on her hands to give Tripp an unobstructed view. The fabric of her skirt slid up her thighs, exposing her completely.

  “Yes.” Tripp’s soft hiss caressed her skin, and caused her to shiver.

  His eyes unfocused again as he stared directly between her legs. Caught up in the moment, and wanting to tease him further, she shifted her weight to one hand and lifted her fingers to splay against her abdomen.

  “That’s it, show me.” Tripp nodded, his words strained and breathless.

  Her fingers drew across the damp skin and the heat against her hand nearly scorched her fingers.

  “You should see her, Snyder. She’s so fucking beautiful.” Snyder didn’t answer with words and she watched as his head dropped as he swallowed Tripp again.

  Tripp hissed, the muscles in his abdomen straining as he seemed to fight against his natural instinct to come and shatter the moment they’d all built up. Caught up in that energy, she spread herself wider. Her fingers skimmed through the damp folds and she teased her pussy, varying the pressure from delicate to firm before lifting the two fingers to her mouth.

  “Fuck, Snyder. She’s tasting herself.”

  Snyder suddenly moved, breaking away from Tripp and snatching her fingers before she slid them into her mouth. His eyes stayed on hers as his lips skimmed against the pads of her fingers and she watched the color of his eyes darken.

  “I’d forgotten how the two of you taste together.”

  He gripped Tripp’s arm and wrenched him out of the chair. His intense glare caused Kate to smile in response as he glanced over his shoulder at her. Amused, she tapped her fingernail against her mouth and slowly teased it with the tip of her tongue again.

  In answer, he kicked the chair out of the way and pushed Tripp back onto the lower edge of the kitchen island. Tripp went without much resistance and, enamored, Kate shifted to sit on the edge of the table. She was more interested in watching than torturing them further.

  Snyder stripped Tripp’s pants the rest of the way off in one smooth move and popped the buttons on his fly. His movements seemed hurried and choppy as he fought to shove his jeans down and out of the way. Her breath caught at the sight of their cocks together, reminding her of how they felt inside her.

  His growl of frustration rumbled through the kitchen. “Hang on a second, I need to get something out of my—”

  “Here.” She levered herself off the table, crossed to the loveseat and pulled a small tube out of her bag. She tossed the lube to him and enjoyed the disbelief that washed over his expression as she situated herself back on the table. Tripp grinned widely, his deep chuckle shaking his entire body against the island.

  “Something tells me that’s going to be one enlightening conversation later when you explain this.” Snyder shook the tube in her direction, but she simply grinned and offered nothing. Soon she was caught up watching him take the time to slick a coat of lubricant over himself and spread Tripp’s legs wide.

  Tripp’s laughter died the second Snyder pushed closer. The angle allowed Kate to see everything from her vantage point, including each and every second as Snyder slowly worked to bury his bare cock inside Tripp’s ass.

  Tripp took Snyder’s cock with ease, his hands gripping the edge of the counter tightly to counteract the movement. Now his voice filled the kitchen with a deep groan of utter bliss and absolute satisfaction.

  Arousal tugged at her and she couldn’t take it any longer, she had to be closer.

  “Show me,” she whispered as she pushed away from the table and slowly approached them. She stopped a few feet short of them, as she wanted to stay removed and continue to just observe.

  Tripp’s hand gripped his cock as Snyder began to deliberately pump into him. As he slowed, Tripp’s hand slid along the rigid shaft. He didn’t stop until he’d nearly taken his hand away completely. Snyder started moving forward again and Tripp’s hand changed direction, slowly lowering his fist around himself again. His back arched off the surface of the counter, highlighting the planes and angles of his muscles in the low glow of the pendant light.

  Time slowed, and for once, Kate wished it would stop entirely. The two men together were a masterpiece. A work of art, in fact. One that she could have stared at for years on end. They seemed to get so completely lost in one another. She’d felt that once and knew exactly how it felt have that intense focus directed at her.

  Tripp gave a deep, lust-filled moan as Snyder slid forward. The moment shattered and Snyder suddenly began moving with rapid strokes. Tripp matched the movements and fucked his hand over his cock.

  Snyder growled and his hands clamped against Tripp’s hips to still him. Kate thought everything was ending, but was pleased to note it was only to guide Tripp as he continued to move. Tripp lifted up, slamming hard with furious movements as he now fucked Snyder and himself. Tripp’s hand continued to slide along his shaft with frantic movements.

  “You going to let him go to waste?”

  She barely had enough time to notice the breathless tone to the words as she surged forward and stood directly next to the men in the blink of an eye. Instead of taking Tripp’s cock, she stood on tiptoe, reaching around Tripp’s leg to pull Snyder’s mouth to hers. He grunted in surprise, one of his hands lifting to the back of her neck to drag her closer. She nipped at his bottom lip, sucking on his tongue when he slid it into her mouth. Dropping her hand, she caressed the firm curve of his ass and was delighted to discover he continued to keep pace fucking Tripp while he kissed her.

  She didn’t think it was physically possible, but she became even wetter at the thought of the picture the three of them made, spread out on her kitchen counter giving into their desperate need for one another. Anxious to have more contact, she walked her fingers over Tripp’s abdomen and wrapped
her hand around his very erect shaft.

  It took a few tries, but she found Snyder’s rhythm and started to move her hand. She timed it so every time he withdrew, she pushed her hand to the base, then twisted her hand as she lifted it when he thrust forward. It wasn’t long before Tripp’s desperate pleas for relief filled the kitchen.

  Snyder finally broke their connection and she found herself looking up into his crystal-blue eyes. “You’re gorgeous together,” she whispered against Snyder’s mouth, unwilling to break the spell they wove.

  They both continued to fuck Tripp, ignoring the quiet chants spilling from Tripp’s lips. She was enjoying this far more than she felt she had a right to, but damn if she was going to stop anytime soon.

  “I think you really should put him out of his misery now.”

  Nodding in agreement, she pressed another kiss to his lips before she turned her focus on Tripp. He hissed as she leaned over and closed her mouth over the crown of his cock, much as she had that first night they were all together. Opening wider, she angled herself in such a way that she nearly swallowed the entire length of him in one motion.

  This close to the men, she savored their mingled flavors. Tripp’s taste in her mouth, while Snyder’s scent filled her lungs.

  “Tastes good, doesn’t he, love?”

  She gave a low sound of approval, the noise vibrating her mouth and throat around Tripp. He went rock hard and erupted with a loud shout. Greedy, she continued to suck, drinking everything he gave while Snyder continued to fuck him.

  Moments later, Snyder roared his own release and Kate found herself basking in this gift these two men had given her. She pressed a light kiss against Tripp’s abdomen, playing her hand over his softening cock to enjoy the feel. He gave a soft moan of satisfaction and she sighed with her own pleasure as she stood back to look at the aftermath.

  Snyder pushed closer to Tripp, his lips working up his chest to his jaw and then finally possessing his mouth. The loving kiss they shared stole her breath and the ache in her body indicated she would need more than a few ice-cold showers to get over this moment.

  Her hip hit the table as she backed away and the noise caused the two men to break the kiss. “I’m going to—”

  “The next words out of your mouth better be ‘let you two have your way with me’ or you’re going to have a storm come down on you that’s worse than what’s out there.” Snyder pressed a kiss to the hollow of Tripp’s throat and pulled away. He crossed to her with two determined strides, scooped her up and carried her off to bed.

  * * * * *

  Kate moved quietly around the bedroom, searching for her sundress with only the soft glow of a nightlight to guide her. The dress had been carelessly discarded seconds before Snyder had tossed her on the bed a few hours ago. A quiet cough startled her as she slipped the thin fabric over her head.

  “Come back to bed.” Snyder’s sleep-filled voice made her smile.

  “I can’t sleep.” The sheets shifted as he moved, tossing the cover to the side to expose him completely. She shouldn’t have been surprised to find his cock already standing at full attention. “Which isn’t such a bad thing apparently.”

  “Which is why you should come back to bed and let me give you something you can suck on to settle your nerves.”

  For half a second, she was tempted by his inviting smile, but the wind that had awakened her rattled against the window. “Come outside with me. Tripp’s dead to the world right now anyway. I want to see what’s kicking up out there before it’s not safe to look anymore.”

  They slipped out onto the dark porch and the humidity of the tropical system hit her full force. Kate shivered from the ocean spray even at this distance and Snyder curled his arm around her waist to drag her closer. When she felt his erection press against her hip, she realized he hadn’t taken the time to slip on a pair of shorts.

  “Too lazy to dress?”

  “We’re the only ones for miles. What’s the point?”

  She studied the dark, seeing the whitecaps of the building waves in the dark. “The waves are gorgeous.”

  “Still going to think that when the worst of the storm hits in a few hours?”

  “Think we’ll all have more on our minds then.” The list of items that needed to be taken care of seemed to grow longer by the second, but she couldn’t seem to make herself concentrate on any of it. Not after the way her body buzzed from being with the men again. It reminded her of how she’d felt in that motel room.

  The utter peace that had washed over her even if for only a few minutes.

  “Why did you leave?”

  Kate turned her face away so he couldn’t see the scowl darkening her face. She should have known it was coming. It was inevitable considering the tight quarters for the past few days and the hot, passionate sex they’d all shared.

  “Snyder.”

  He turned her in his arms, forcing her to look directly at him. “We need to put this all out on the table, Kate. I think it’s clear it can’t just be ignored and overlooked anymore.”

  “I know. I just—can’t. It can wait.”

  “Until when? We’re helping to clean up the mess? Then it will just be some other excuse you give me.”

  The wind tossed her hair and she reached up to pull it away. “You both want something different than I do. I mean, look at you two. You’re still together and I can’t stay in one place for any length of time. Tornado alley in the spring, anywhere along the Gulf or Atlantic during the summer. It’s just the reality of the way it is. Life doesn’t always get to be the way you want it.”

  “Seriously?” Snyder’s expression darkened as he frowned. “Is that the reason? Because you think we wanted you to settle down in one place. You think so little of us both that you assumed we wanted you to be the dutiful little housewife? All you had to do was ask what we wanted from you.”

  Kate shook her head. “You two deserve some stability in your life. I just bring nothing but chaos. That can’t be healthy.”

  Snyder laughed, brushing his thumbs against her cheeks. “I think Tripp and I each bring enough chaos to our doorsteps. You adding to it won’t even ruffle the nap of the doormat resting there.”

  God, why doesn’t he understand? “But that’s just it. I can’t give you a home to have a doormat on.”

  His sigh was so heavy, even the powerful wind couldn’t carry it away. “Home isn’t a building, Kate. You and Tripp are my home. That’s what I want. Where you two are is home.”

  She started to protest, but he set his thumb over her mouth to silence her.

  “Above all else, we wanted you to be happy. If that is a physical address, then that’s the way the cards fall. If it’s all of our crap tossed into the back of a truck while we drive thousands of miles in one day, then that’s fine too. Tripp and I have the same drive you do. Chase the storm whatever it takes. Home is wherever you make it. For us, that’s where you are. Where the three of us can be together.”

  “Could have fooled me.” She winced. “Sorry, that was uncalled for. Neither of you have done anything wrong and I’m unjustly blaming you.”

  “Darlin’, there is nothing, nothing better than you being involved with us. The sooner you get that through that smart little brain of yours, the better this relationship is going to be.” His hands threaded through her hair, pulling it back so the wind couldn’t dance with it anymore. “You’re home, Kate. You’re home. You just need to open your eyes and see how much we love you.”

  He said it with such conviction, she couldn’t help but believe him. She whimpered as Snyder’s mouth closed over hers. Her body relaxed as he backed her against the rail lining the porch. He was right, she was home. Both physically and mentally.

  She knew she needed to share more with Snyder, tell him her deep-seated fears about the other secret she held, but now didn’t seem the time. Not when he seemed to be doing his best to remind her how he really felt about her. Her mind fuzzed as his tongue slipped into her mouth and he pu
shed her sundress from her shoulders to puddle around her feet.

  It was crazy how soon she wanted him again. Especially since a short time ago he’d done his best to remind her just how much he enjoyed tasting her. He’d flung her on the bed, diving between her legs before she’d even settled on the mattress. Tripp had joined him seconds later and they’d taking turns lavishing attention on her pussy. Watching them lick her, then share an intimate kiss had nearly undone her. They’d worshipped her entire body, keeping her on edge for what seemed like hours before finally allowing her to come.

  It has to be unhealthy to want them this much, doesn’t it?

  “Well now, nice to know I don’t have to worry about you two keeping yourselves entertained while I catch up on my beauty sleep.”

  Tripp’s statement caused Snyder to cup his hand behind her nape and tip her backward, kissing her with more power and passion that she’d ever experienced from someone.

  They broke away and Tripp smirked as he wiggled two condom packets between his fingers. “Could have at least woken me up, so I could join in on the fun.”

  She smiled as she crossed to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands tightened on her waist as she pulled him closer, tugging his face closer to hers. Their lips met and, not to be outdone, Tripp swept her away with a kiss that matched the intensity of Snyder’s.

  “You taste like him. I could get used to that.” His mouth dipped to hers again as Snyder closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around their shoulders.

  When they broke away, Snyder moved in for his chance with Tripp and she ran her hands over their chests as the men kissed. Tripp hadn’t bothered to dress before he’d come outside either and her finger dragged slowly against the tip of their hard lengths.

  “Very used to that,” Tripp whispered when they broke away, and Kate continued to let her fingers dance over their flesh, collecting the drops of pre-cum that gathered there to show their excitement. Snyder tugged on her hand and she pulled Tripp along with her as they walked over to the single, sturdy lounge chair that her father had bolted to the planks years ago.