Three for Me?

by R. G. Alexander

  “Simon?”

  “I’m here, Chuck. So are Eric and Raf.”

  She tilted her head, listening. She could hear Rafael’s breath speed up, Hear the clang of metal, and the click of something latching into place.

  “Son of a bitch.” Eric sounded grumpy, but resigned. And something else. Turned on?

  Simon took her hand again, guiding her farther into the room. “Remember what the clue said? This part of the game is all about trust. If we want to win this bet, you have to trust me. Step up.”

  She did, placing her feet on two pedal-like platforms. She leaned back against what felt a little like an exercise machine. Leather against her back, cool metal against her thighs.

  “Lift your arms.”

  His voice sounded strange. Almost guttural. She lifted her arms and he took her wrists, placing them in…what was that? Leather-lined restraint bracelets? “My trust is fraying, fellas. Can someone take off my blindfold?”

  “In a minute. I want to drink this in.” Simon’s tone was rich with satisfaction. It was making Charli nervous.

  “She does look sexy like that, doesn’t she? Let’s get a third opinion.” Rafael had that mischievous sound that meant she was in trouble. Her thighs shifted, restless. She wanted to be in trouble. The second Simon had strapped her into this…whatever it was…her heart had started pounding like mad and her nipples had poked against her shirt.

  She was finding out some shocking things about herself tonight.

  “Is this the game? Torturing me by showing me what I can’t touch?”

  Rafael laughed at Eric. “She chose you for the last challenge. You got to touch her, here.” She felt her tank top lifting up to her neck. Fingers lightly danced across her bare breasts, and her breath came out in a gasp. “You drenched your fingers in her heat.” Knuckles pressed, for one frustrating moment, over the fabric of her shorts between her legs.

  “Raf is right. We watched you both enjoying yourselves together, but the rules kept us from joining in. It’s our turn now.”

  “Take. Off. My. Blindfold.”

  Charli was shaking with excitement, but Simon laughed. “In case you hadn’t noticed, you’re not really in any position to be ordering us around, Chuck. Your nipples are hard, babe. Are you enjoying being out of control? Let’s find out.”

  The scent of Simon surrounded her. All dark and sexy male. His fingers slid just beneath the waistband of her shorts, and she felt the give as he released the top button, lowering the zipper.

  She held her breath as he slowly spread the fabric of her shorts, revealing her small, pink thong. “Pink, huh? So the tomboy has some hidden surprises. I like it. It reminds me of cotton candy. Makes me hungry.”

  Simon started to lower her shorts, and she moaned. “Please, Simon. Please let me see.”

  The hands against her skin trembled. “You said the magic word, babe.” The blindfold was removed, and Charli blinked. Eric came into focus first. They must have taken his T-shirt off before he’d been strapped in. And his pants. His pants were already around his knees.

  Charli found her gaze riveted to his hardening cock. It was thick and dark with arousal. She licked her lips again, wondering how he would taste. Eric yanked on his restraints. “Revenge is a bitch, Raf.”

  Rafael stood beside Charli, his hand caressing her arm as he too, seemed enthralled by Eric’s growing erection. “That is a chance I’m willing to take, buddy. More than willing. Now lay back and enjoy the show, because as soon as we get the chance to give Charli a screaming orgasm, I’m coming for you. Or should I say, you’re coming for me?”

  She watched Eric’s body quake at those words and felt an answering tremor in her own. Simon’s gaze snared hers, and he smiled. He tugged her shorts and underwear down her thighs until she, like Eric, had her pants around her knees.

  “So the challenge is to make me come?”

  Simon bent his head and caressed her lips with his own. Sweetly. Gently. Like the calm before the storm. He whispered. “The challenge is for you to trust me, and Eric to trust Raf with your pleasure. My plan is to make you come as many times as I can before they knock on the door and drag me away from you.”

  “Oh.” Her breath was shaky, and Simon stood still as he waited for her response.

  “Good plan.”

  Chapter Four

  Charli looked around the room. It was empty apart from the two iron crosses she and Eric were attached to, and a table full of toys and lube. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.

  “Oh, sugar, do that again.” Rafael cupped her breasts, lifting and pressing them together with all the fascination of a child with a new toy. “You have no idea how long they’ve tempted me. Tempted us. All those trips to the river, that ugly blue bathing suit that you thought hid everything. We’d be lying if any one of us denied what we did in our sleeping bags every night, thinking of your luscious breasts. You were a demon sent to torture us, Charli.”

  “I-I’m sorry?”

  “No, babe. Don’t you dare apologize. You’re worth it. Always have been.”

  Rafael agreed with Simon. “Always.” Then both men lowered their heads to her breasts, each wrapping their lips around a nipple and sucking hard.

  “Ah.” Charli looked over their heads, her gaze connecting with Eric’s. He was straining against his bonds, his thick cock hard as the steel he was tied to as he watched the others feeding off her nipples with ravenous delight.

  Two sets of rough, masculine fingers traveled down her belly, slipping between her legs to massage her sex. Charli moaned but she never took her eyes from Eric. His expression was full of anger and frustration at being tied up, kept away from her. And need. Endless, infinite need.

  “This is how it felt, Charli. To want you. To love you and care about you and be your friend, all the while wanting to take you with every breath in my body. Knowing I never could.” He pulled on his restraints again, his eyes drawn to Rafael’s mouth as it left Charli’s breast, heading south.

  Rafael looked up, his breath hot against her clit. “Tell him you felt it too, Charli. Tell him you thought about us, touched yourself in the night until you came calling out our names.” He tugged her clit with his teeth, licking her soaking sex with soft, sensual strokes of his tongue.

  “I did. God, I did. So many times. But we couldn’t… I couldn’t. Shit, Raf. Yes.”

  Rafael smiled against her sex, nipping playfully at Simon’s fingers until he lifted his head from her nipple and growled, returning immediately to suckling her breast and thrusting his fingers inside her pussy.

  Raf met her gaze, his smile fading to one of dazed bemusement. “It’s better than any wet dream, sugar. Your taste. Your feel. We can’t get enough. Tell me what you want, whatever it is, it’s yours.”

  A tremor went though her body at the sincerity in his voice. She looked up at Eric, trying to concentrate despite Simon’s thoroughly distracting foreplay. “I want to watch you make Eric come.”

  Simon hummed out a laugh against her breast as Eric began to swear the room blue. She had no idea he knew how to cuss like that. Was she mistaken? Had she gotten all his signals crossed? Did he not want Rafael?

  “I see worry instead of desire in your eyes, Charli. We can’t have that.” Rafael stood and walked over to the red-faced Eric, circling a finger around one of his nipples. “Eric may not like that he wants me. But he wants me. And he has for a long time.”

  “Bullshit.”

  Simon slid to his knees to rub a stubbly cheek against the skin of her belly, watching along with her as Rafael touched their agitated friend. “Shall I tell them about that night, then? About how close we both came to giving in to the need? How it was you, not me, who initiated that kiss, and pulled my hand to your—”

  “I was drunk, you bastard.”

  Rafael gripped Eric’s jaw, forcing him to face him. “That’s why I left. Why I stopped it, despite your protests. Looking back, I think I made a mistake. I should have fuck
ed your brains out that night. Should have taken you in every dirty, beautiful way there was. Maybe if I had my best friend wouldn’t have spent the last five years running away from me.”

  “We wanted Charli.” Eric sounded almost plaintive, desperate. Simon slowed his caresses, and Rafael fell to his knees.

  “Yes, we wanted Charli. We still do. And you and I, old friend? We also wanted this.”

  Charli felt her sex fill with cream, her thighs quivering as she watch Rafael place gentle, open-mouth kisses on Eric’s thighs, on his hips, teasing but never quite tasting his cock.

  Rafael’s hands slid around to grip Eric’s ass cheeks. “Did you ever experiment, lover? Ever slip a finger in that sweet ass, accidentally in the shower, wondering what it would have been like?”

  Eric’s hips thrust involuntarily, making Charli wonder if Raf had pressed one of his fingers against his anus. Eric caught her staring, biting his lip so hard it bled. “Charli, I…”

  She smiled her encouragement. Loving him, feeling the agony he was in at resisting something he obviously wanted desperately. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything this sexy.”

  His head flew back as if he’d been slapped, and Simon slid his fingers inside of her once more, praising her with his touch.

  “Have you, Eric? Ever fucked yourself with your fingers, with a plug, desperate for my cock to hit that one, special spot that would send you to the fucking moon?” Rafael wouldn’t let up. “Or are you and Charli still virginal there?”

  Charli must have made a face, given herself away. “Charli, you’re not…you haven’t…”

  Simon stood at Eric’s disbelieving words. Even Rafael turned in her direction. If a record had scratched it couldn’t have been a more awkward moment. “What?”

  Simon’s expression grew grim. “Who, Chuck? Who fucked your ass? We’ve barely let a body with a penis near you for years. Was it that weekend with Aunt Kelly in Colorado Springs?”

  “What? You’re saying you’ve been purposely scaring all my dates away and you’re the one who’s angry?”

  None of them said a word, all looking at her with hurt in their eyes. As if she’d been unfaithful. “Jesus, no one, okay? I haven’t gotten laid in ages, thanks to you. You did your jobs too well. If it weren’t for my vibrator and butt plug, I would die from frustration.”

  Rafael leaned his dark head against Eric’s thigh, his eyes closed. “Butt plug? Fuck me, sugar, you have a butt plug? I think I just came a little. What kind, baby?”

  “What does it matter what ki—” Simon raised a single eyebrow, his expression causing her to swallow her words. “It…um…it vibrates.”

  Eric was looking at her as though he’d never seen her before, his eyes dilated, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. The demon temptress inside, the one she hadn’t known existed until tonight, wanted to come out and play. “I love it, Eric. When Rafael told us he liked men too, I wondered. Wondered what it would be like to have someone inside me there. So I bought the plug. It hurt at first, but it felt good at the same time. When I finally got it all the way in, deep, and turned it on… I came. I’d never come so hard until, well, until I danced for you.”

  “Oh, sugar.” Rafael lapped at Eric’s cock, just once, as if unable to help himself. And Eric snapped.

  “Do you want me to admit it? Want me to beg? I hated you for leaving that night, hated myself for wanting you to stay. And yes I touched myself, wondering how it would be between us. Now I think I might explode if you don’t touch me. Suck my fucking cock, Raf. Swallow it down your fucking throat. Show Charli and I if you’re as good at it as we think you are.”

  That was all Rafael needed to hear. Charli gasped at the sight of Eric’s thick cock disappearing into Rafael’s mouth, those full, sexy lips stretching to accept his width, moaning at the taste.

  “Fuck.” Eric’s face was tight with arousal. “Raf, shit, do it. Shove it in my ass. I want it.” He spread his legs farther apart and Charli saw Raf’s arm working, knowing he was fucking him with his fingers while he sucked his cock. She groaned aloud until Simon’s face filled her vision, blocking her view.

  “Good girl. But now, I find, I want your undivided attention. I’m going to eat your sweet pussy, babe. And you’re going to come for me. You’re going to come calling my name. And then, no matter how this race ends or whose looking on, I will be fucking you. Over and over again, until we can’t move another inch. And after we sleep, I’ll take you again.”

  Simon kissed her, his tongue thrusting deep inside her open mouth, as if he couldn’t get enough of her taste. She bit his lip and he purred, lifting his lips from hers to look at her, blue eyes so dark they looked almost black.

  He kissed her neck, her collarbone. She shook as he kissed the underside of each breast, then licked a ticklish circle around her belly button. She saw Rafael jog to the table, unwrapping a small, black butt plug and cover it with lube. Eric was in for it now.

  And then all she knew was Simon. He picked up her feet one by one, pulling her shorts and underwear completely off and lifted her legs to drape over his shoulders. He spread the lips of her sex with his fingers, breathing her in for one, achingly tender moment, before burying his face between her thighs.

  There was no gentle licking, no hesitation. Simon took. Ate at her clit, nibbled on her pussy lips, his tongue thrusting deep inside, fucking her with his mouth. “Simon! Simon, that feels so… Oh!”

  “Fuck me, Raf. Fuck me with it. Yes. Shit, what are you…? Holy—I’m gonna come, Raf.”

  Eric’s howls of pleasure matched her own, increasing in urgency and pitch as their two lovers sought to satisfy their needs. Simon slid one blunt finger through her juices, pressing it against her ass teasingly as he fucked her with his tongue.

  She breathed out, relaxing her muscles to take him inside and he groaned against her clit, pushing through the tight ring of her ass with a growl.

  “Charli!” She opened her eyes, Eric’s fevered gaze seeking her own. “Come with me, baby. I can’t hold back. Come for us, Charli. Fuck. I have to…”

  Charli cried Simon’s name as she climaxed, watching Eric writhe as Rafael swallowed his come, refusing to pull back, his hand twisting the butt plug deeper into Eric’s ass.

  Simon pulled his finger out, both hands gripping her thighs tight as he swallowed every drop of her arousal, sucking and licking until she was shaking like a leaf against him.

  He wasn’t stopping. Wasn’t stopping and she could feel her desire rising again, her body tingling with renewed heat.

  “Simon? Buddy we need to let them go now. They aren’t going to leave us in here much longer.”

  Rafael had stood, kissing the now-silent Eric tenderly on the lips, slipping out the plug and slipping an extra bottle of lube in his pocket before beginning to unstrap him.

  She saw through eyes blurred with desire when they both came to stand on either side of the kneeling Simon. He growled, his grip on her thighs almost bruising as he brought her back to fever pitch with his tongue.

  “Again. More.”

  Eric was concerned, but Rafael looked into her eyes and smiled. “He really needs you to come again, sugar. Let’s give him what he needs.” He lifted one heavy breast in his hand, offering it to Eric. Her beautiful blond professor took it gratefully, sucking the tip hard against the roof of his mouth. Rafael took the other.

  It was too much. To have all of them touching her, kissing her this way. It was too much. She came again. Harder than before. Simon greedily drank her down, his sounds of pleasure vibrating against her clit.

  A knock sounded on the door. “FYI, our time is almost up here. We have drinks and snacks at the small cantina across the street before the final challenge. Come and join us.”

  Shelly’s perky guide voice finally brought Simon to his feet. His high cheekbones were dark with color, his jaw flexing with restraint. Rafael and Eric untied her, but Simon didn’t move out of the way. He took her newly freed hand and placed it against
his jean-covered erection. Charli’s eyes went wide. He was long and thick and so hard she wanted to beg him to take her. Here. Now.

  He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her touch for a heartbeat. Then he let her go, turning to unlock the thick metal door and walk down the hallway.

  “Let’s get you dressed, sugar. Eric, go make sure Simon doesn’t toss little Shelly into the ocean.”

  “Is he okay?” Charli allowed Rafael to dress her as though she were a child. He pulled down her tank top, then gathered her shorts and underwear from the floor.

  “Oh sure. It’s just like a junkie who’s lived with a waiting fix under his roof for twenty years. After all that time, someone’s given him a teensy taste, just one, but tells him he can’t have the whole thing.”

  Charli’s confusion must have shown on her face. “We haven’t been allowed to come, sugar. At least, Simon and I haven’t. And none of us have been allowed to fuck you the way we’ve wanted to. Our part of these challenges. It’s just making him, hell all of us, a little bonkers.”

  “Oh.”

  He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. “It’s all going to work out fine, Charli. Don’t overthink it. Let’s go get something to eat. I’m famished.”

  “Bill’s a wee bit shy, poor dear. We’ve decided to skip the last challenge and head back to the boat. So I can tackle the man in private.” Betsy giggled over the rim of her beer bottle, making the other girls chuckle. “Don’t worry though, we’ve given our portion of the kitty to Shelly. Whoever wins, they can have it. It was all worth it as far as I’m concerned.”

  The damn bet. Charli wasn’t sure how she felt about it. It had given her the evening of her dreams. Fantasy after fantasy, most buried so deep she hadn’t even admitted them to herself. But she couldn’t help thinking about tomorrow. How would they be able to go on as they had been, after all they’d done together here?

  “I don’t know about points, but as far as speed is concerned, I definitely made up my time from the first challenge with this last one. We were the first to arrive here, after all.”