Hubie grinned, and cocked his head as if he had been tiptoeing through her mind. Reliving that night so long ago with her. ‘I said, Ryder the daydreamer, your jewellery, who are you selling it to?’
‘Oh! Tourists and some local new channels have been purchasing. Which is great, because then it ends up on TV and in the credits. And some local boutiques.’
‘What were you thinking?’ Joe said softly, grinning, poking the embers with a stick as he tapped his toe in the sand around the fire pit. His big foot was sheathed in his normal boat shoes, his khaki shorts knee length, his button-down shirt rolled and pushed to his elbows. Normal Joe – preppy chic.
‘I was thinking about the jewellery show I’m doing tomorrow. How I should head off to my cabin and go to bed. I was thinking that this beer sucks ass,’ she lied, taking the final swig.
‘You were thinking about us,’ Joe said, calling her bluff.
‘Never,’ she said, trying to tease with her tone.
‘True story,’ Hubie grunted, agreeing with Joe.
Ryder steadfastly refused to cave. It was that one time – a lifetime ago. No reason to even think about it.
At one point they were in you at the same time. You never thought that sweet full pressure could make you come, but it did. You straddled Hubie and drove yourself down on him over and over; he held your hands to his chest so you could feel his heart. All the while Joe rocked into your bottom, slipping into you on a cool river of lube. Working your ass, brushing your g-spot from a totally new angle. His hands on your hips, holding you so you didn’t float away, or so it felt. Both of them. Holding you. You’ve never felt so safe.
‘... fishing,’ Joe said. His smile was ornery, knowing and smart-assed.
Ryder swallowed hard. Once they had been her very best friends. And for that one night they had been her lovers. Something she’d never been good at with Hubie and Joe was lying. She cleared her throat and steeled her nerves to admit it. ‘What? I missed that.’
Joe laughed softly, drawing a heart in the sand with the stick he held. The tip was charred from him poking it into the fire every few moments. He drank the last of his beer and said. ‘We are here on a boys’ weekend. Haven’t gotten together for months. Figured we’d come down for some fishing.’
‘Oh,’ she said and set her empty bottle on the ground.
‘Yes, oh,’ Hubie said and his voice was a little gruff. A bit clogged sounding. His eyes seemed to stroke her like a hand in the firelight – over her breasts, her belly, her legs in her denim shorts and flip-flops. Ryder wanted to eye up his jeans to see if he had a hard-on but she refused. She kept her eyes above his belt. Joe’s too.
‘I’d better go to bed. I have to get up early. Vendors need to arrive at seven sharp. Doors open at nine.’
She kissed them each chastely, hugged them too. She pretended not to notice Joe’s hard cock brushing her thigh when he pulled her into the embrace. She hurried through the woods to her dark cabin and resolved to put it out of her mind.
For two hours she lay there, not thinking. Deliberately not thinking. When every decadent sinful image drifted into her mind, she resolutely pushed it aside. At midnight, she got up and poured a glass of wine. At 12.15 a.m., she considered it and at 12.16 a.m. she banished the thought. At 12.30 a.m. she knocked on their cabin door.
It was Hubie who answered. His dark hair in a tangle and his chin sprouted with dark stubble that clouded his tanned skin with shadow. ‘Well, look what the cat dragged in,’ he said softly and swung the door wide for her to enter.
Ryder still wore her white nightgown. She had tossed a grey cardigan over it and her feet were bare, and now dirty, from the beaten path from her cabin to theirs. ‘Were you sleeping? Did I wake you?
‘Hell, no, woman. We’re watching some dumb-ass movie on cable and drinking beer.’
‘What movie?’ she asked dumbly.
‘Shit if I know.’ He touched her lower lip and Ryder felt her pussy go liquid and soft. A fierce surge of lust swelled in her chest and she breathed out like he’d squeezed her too hard.
‘Who’s there?’
She turned to see Joe and, when she did, her heart raced at his pale good looks. A smile lit his face and she realised that she still loved them. After all these years. Loved who they were, what they had meant to her once and what they still meant to her now. ‘Little Red Ryder Hood,’ Joe whispered and crossed his arms over his chest.
‘I ...’ Ryder lost her words then. It hadn’t taken long to feel that old familiar belonging with them. Something she had rarely experienced thus far in her adult life. She loved her life and her business, but she was missing the rush of real life. The visceral reaction to love and lust and fucking. She didn’t have time.
‘You what?’ Joe asked, cocking an eyebrow.
‘You ...?’ Hubie echoed.
‘I want it back,’ she sighed. She blew all the words out on a rush of air. She was so eager for them to hear her that she rushed it out of her mouth in a tumble of soft speech. ‘I want it back. I want that night back. That feeling – you two. I want one more night.’
Then she waited. Her heart pounding like some tribal drum, her throat shaking with the force of it, her stomach dipping almost sickly from nerves. Joe turned on his heels and Hubie took her hand.
What did it mean?
‘Come on, Ry,’ Hubie said and tugged her gently.
‘We thought you’d never come to your senses,’ Joe said over his shoulder and her whole body seemed to relax.
It would be OK.
In the living room it was Joe who pulled her in for a hug. Engulfing her in his strong but lean arms while Hubie – his best friend in the world – closed in behind her. His broad chest pressed to her back, his cock pressing the small of her back. Joe kissed her, hands in her hair, his hard-on pressed to the cleft of her sex through the thin nightgown.
‘I just want it back for one more night,’ she said again.
‘We can do that,’ Hubie said, pressing his lips to her shoulder, her neck, the crown of her head. His kisses rained down along her back and his hands pushed up her nightie as she shivered like she was cold.
‘No problem,’ Joe said, pushing at the nightie too. Together they got off her cardigan, her nightgown, her panties. She worried briefly, stupidly, about her dirty feet but the thought drifted away as Joe’s tongue touched hers and Hubie’s fingers came from behind and started slow, lazy circles on her clit.
She gasped, tasting beer on Joe’s tongue as his finger found her nipples and he pinched just a touch too hard. ‘I remember you like a bit of pain,’ he laughed softly and pinched her again.
The pain sizzled from her breasts to her cunt and it flexed, tight and eager around nothing at all. Hubie felt the swell of her hips as she tilted toward Joe and said, ‘Let’s see if it’s still true.’ He dipped his fingers, each as thick around as a cigar, deep into her pussy and he pressed against her g-spot with a precise kind of determination. ‘Still true,’ he said in her ear, and flexed again. He dropped to his knees, kissing a trail along the curve of her back, the wings of her shoulderblades, the swell of her hips. His fingers stayed buried deep in her wet pussy, his mouth never leaving her flesh. He trailed a wet line down until his tongue found the swell of her bottom and he started to lick and kiss her from one side to the other.
‘Not to be outdone,’ said Joe, with a chuckle. He kissed down the front. His tongue sliding in a slow, sinister dance between her breasts, over her belly button. He kissed one hip bone and then the other, all the while Hubie gave great attention to her ass.
Ryder clutched at Joe, Her hands buried in the pale floss of his short hair. Her one hand waved wildly behind her, finding purchase on Hubie’s bare shoulder. He wore nothing but cut-offs and Joe nothing but gym shorts. They’d been drinking beer, watching movies, she thought wildly. Minding their own business until she had barged in and–
Joe sucked her clit in and nipped it. Hard enough that in her head a dark violet sizzle t
ook up like a faulty neon sign. Ryder sucked air into lungs that felt too small to hold it and her pussy cinched tight around Hubie’s thick fingers.
God how they made her feel. Singly. Together. She never felt more free to be herself than with her boys. It had always been that way, still seemed to be.
The first orgasm slammed her and it was a blindside. One moment she felt so good, the next her cunt was rippling with harsh waves of euphoria. Tight, tight, tight around Hubie’s probing fingers, her juices flowing out to meet Joe’s ministering tongue. She held onto each one of them with a hand, swaying between them like a sapling in a storm.
Joe was the first to ditch his shorts. His cock standing out straight and true, ginger hair at the root and a birthmark on his right hipbone. Hubie laughed in that locker room way and Joe flipped him the bird. Joe’s hands cupped her breasts, thumbing her pink nipples into small spikes of flesh. He drew her to the sofa as Hubie dropped his cut-offs. Hubie’s cock was huge. He was a big man overall and not to be outdone in the cock department. A thrill worked through Ryder, she had forgotten. She stared at his thick hard-on and the nearly black hair at the base. His thighs, three times the size of hers, seemed like tree trunks.
‘Don’t’ worry, Ryder, I’ll go slow,’ he said, meaning he would take his time. Let her adjust.
She nodded. She trusted Hubie with her life. Joe too. She could certainly give them one more day of trusting them with her body. Hubie dropped like a boulder to the sofa and she sat, her back to Joe’s front, and watched him stroke his cock and watch her. Then Hubie leant in and kissed her while Joe tugged her hair enough to make her scalp sing.
The pain blended it all together. The soft kiss, the echoes of her orgasm. The feel of mouths and fingers and now cocks. She wanted them both now and later and in a million different ways. ‘I feel greedy,’ she blurted.
‘Good,’ Hubie said and patted his lap. She climbed on. Straddling his lap as he stroked her wet slit with the head of his cock. Ryder hummed low in her throat at the sensation of soft flesh on soft flesh. Of his hard cock pressed to her eager entrance. He held her hips almost reverently and she started to lower herself one inch at a time. Watching as her body swallowed his length and his mouth came down hot and insistent on her nipple. Hubie bit her and she jumped, but it was Joe who laughed.
‘Come around here, smart ass,’ she said, but there was no real heat in her name calling. She lowered onto Hubie, her eyes drifting shut at the pressure and the fullness of being stuffed with him. He lifted her and dropped her, lifted her and dropped her, as if she weighed nothing more than a sack of flour. And when he dropped her, the head of his cock nudged her g-spot and it winked to life. Some small secret thing waking for another go at pleasure.
Joe came to where she pointed. Standing behind the sofa that sat in the middle of the main room, dividing the dining space form the TV space. He stood facing her as she rode Hubie, his cock poking impudently over the back cushion.
Ryder took him in hand, meaning to make him suffer for laughing, but when she felt the silken slide of his hard-on in her hand, she caved, wanting nothing more than to make him feel good – to make him come. Ryder stroked Joe and Hubie fucked her, biting her again so that she hissed but her cunt went taut around his thrusting member. She lowered her lips to Joe and kissed the tip of him so that he groaned.
‘A kiss?’ he sighed.
‘How about a French kiss?’ she teased and pressed him into her mouth with her hand, before sucking down the length of him so that he had to clutch at the back of the sofa.
Hubie stopped for a moment, watching them and then he said, ‘Jesus. Gonna make me come if I watch you.’
‘Don’t watch,’ Joe laughed. But the laugh was breathy and high, as if he couldn’t quite get it out.
Hubie held her hips tight, thrusting up and whispering words that she couldn’t quite hear. When he pushed his broad finger into her bottom, she cried out, coming. Lips working around Joe who was shoving into her mouth, losing his manners a bit. He held twin hunks of her dark red hair in his hands like reins.
‘Stop,’ she said and they all froze. Both of them had been moving with a greater sense of purpose, almost frenzied. She knew it was close. It was close to ending and she said, very calmly so they knew she was serious, ‘I want you both in me. Again. Like last time.’
Neither of them argued. There were no jokes or jibes or teasing. It was a nearly solemn but rushed rearrangement of bodies. An almost holy (to them, anyhow) tableau. Hubie lay on the ugly brown rug and pulled her down. She lay flush to him for a moment while Joe waited, breathing shallowly, touching his cock to stay hard. Hubie kissed her, his big green eyes on hers. ‘Hey, you say the word and it’s–’
‘Over. I know. But I won’t. I came to you guys.’
‘So you did, Little Red Ryder Hood, but still.’
Ryder kissed him. Loving him for protecting her, even if it meant from himself and then she sank down onto him again. Taking him in the second time was as good, if not better, than the first. The break had set her body on high alert. All the nerve endings in her pussy danced and clamoured for the feel of him. She whispered to Joe and he lubed himself well, his cock shiny with the stuff.
‘I don’t want to hurt you,’ he said, pressing the head of himself to the tight eye of her anus.
‘It always hurts at first,’ she told him, and it was pretty much true. ‘Plus, I like a bit of pain.’ And that was pretty much true too.
She stilled and Hubie held her hands to his chest again. For some reason it reminded her of praying, the way he held her hands in his bigger ones. The temple of Ryder, she thought and smiled. And then Joe was in. That pinching bite of pain having passed as simply as a breath.
He started to move, her pushing back, relishing the feel of having both of them in her body at once. Loving both of them. The three of them joined physically the way they had always seemed joined emotionally and mentally. It was natural for her and that was good enough for Ryder.
And the boys.
Somehow it was not an awkward dance of three. They found a rhythm of give and take and up and down. She crested to orgasm only to crash down, her forehead to Hubie’s hairy chest as he started to come, shaking under her as if he were fragile. Her fingers in his mouth and Joe’s snaking around to press past her lips into the wet recesses of her mouth.
‘I missed you, Ryder,’ Hubie said as he came. His big awkward hips slamming up so that he could bury root deep into her. His heart beating so hard that his coarse rug of a chest jumped under her fingertips.
And then Joe was with him, holding her hips and slamming into her. He came with his lips on her shoulder and a simple, ‘We love you, you know.’
And she did know. Which is why she wanted one more night. And that night wasn’t over. Which made Ryder smile.
Three-for-All
by Emma Richardson
Just after midnight, I finally caught Rick alone. He was standing on our host’s small balcony, looking down on Third Avenue. ‘Isn’t this city beautiful?’ he said, turning to me with a smile.
‘Mmm,’ I answered. ‘I never get enough of it. Or of you either.’
Rick bent forward and kissed my forehead. ‘You look beautiful tonight,’ he told me.
I laughed. Of course he would think so – I dressed for him. In spite of all the fashion industry’s predictions that New York’s official colour scheme was about to change, Rick never got tired of black. Or of seeing my legs, long and smooth and – for tonight – encased in sheer black stockings with a thin stripe of gold running from my high-heeled pumps to the bottom of my short velvet skirt. We both knew that the stockings ended right beneath the skirt, held up by a lace garter. I had given up pantyhose at Rick’s suggestion, shortly after we started dating, and I loved the free and slightly dangerous feeling of walking around with nothing but a thin pair of silk panties between me and the fresh night air.
‘Are you having a good time?’ he asked me.
‘Abso
lutely,’ I said. ‘Great people, and a great occasion. But Rick, you know, I wanted to give you a wonderful birthday present and I just couldn’t think of what it should be.’
‘Oh, Molly,’ he said. ‘Don’t even think about that. This party is a great present. The best. I can’t think of any way I’d rather spend my birthday than with you and all my best friends. And some of the new people are interesting too. Who’s that woman who came with Cathy? She’s adorable.’
‘She is, isn’t she?’ I agreed. ‘Rose is her name. Isn’t that appropriate? Those pink lips of hers are so full and soft they look like tiny pillows. I almost want to touch them.’ I’d never said anything like that before, and I checked to see how Rick was taking it.
He laughed. ‘Heyyy,’ he said. ‘I’m in charge of lust here.’
‘Who said anything about lust? I just think she’s adorable. Anyway, I’m not going to tell you who to be attracted to.’
‘You’re not jealous, are you?’ he asked. ‘Because I’m here with you. And with the way you look tonight, I’m taking you home with me if I have to carry you there over my shoulder.’
‘No,’ I said. ‘I’m not jealous. You can look at anybody you like. In fact, I’m glad you like women.’ Rick pulled me close and stroked my back. ‘Mmm. You’re a dream,’ I said. ‘Are you sure there isn’t something I can get you for your birthday? Something to remember it by?’
‘You’re all I need,’ he said, dropping his arm around my shoulders and steering me toward the door. ‘Come on, let’s go back inside and see what’s going on.’
‘Molly!’ called Jake as soon as we re-entered the room. ‘Hey, you guys, we’re about to play five-card stud. Have a seat.’
‘Cool,’ said Rick. ‘Deal us in. What are we playing for?’
‘Oh, nothing,’ said Jake. ‘Just chips. You know, just for fun.’ Jake handed chips around the circle and we played a few hands. ‘Hey, Rose,’ he said after a while, ‘what are you doing for chips over there? You got a secret stash?’
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