Part of him breathed a sigh of relief, another wanted details. She never failed to amaze him. “I guess what it comes down to…will your opinion of me…” Brady took a deep breath. The words to describe his feelings wouldn’t form.
“Will I still respect you in the morning?”
A little chuckle puffed air against his ear. “Yeah.” He pulled her hand close to his mouth. A whisper of a kiss accompanied a chuckle of relief. “I guess that’s the question I’m trying to ask.”
“The answer is yes. I’ll respect you in the morning, noon and night. Nothing will change my opinion of you. Or my feelings.” Her hold tightened. “Your ex was an idiot for letting you go.”
Brady twisted around until he could slide his arms around her. “You are one amazing woman. I hope you know you’re stuck with me now.”
“Really?” Denise raised an eyebrow. “I have one question though.”
His heart skipped a beat. “Ask away.” He swallowed hard, not knowing what to expect.
“What should I do with this?” She held up the thick dildo.
A shudder swept through him followed by a rush of heat. “Fuck me with it.”
“Then get on your hands and knees, baby.”
Stray doubts still nagged his mind but his body overrode any objections. His dick hardened with renewed fervor. Need swept through him. Joy at finding a woman willing to experiment to the point of fucking him.
A part of him wondered if Sunday was really necessary, but the memory of Jay’s hard body and rough hands pushed aside second thoughts.
Denise offered him everything and he wanted it all. At least once.
Scrambling back on the bed, Brady obeyed her terse command. “Come on and fuck me, sweetheart.” A squirt of cold lube hit his ass. His body shot forward as he yelped. “Damn! Give a guy a little warning.”
“It’ll warm up soon enough.” Her finger circled his hole, teasing the rim of sensitive muscle. A couple of fingers dipped past the slight resistance, pushing the slick gel inside. “Here we go.”
With a deep breath, Brady braced his hands on the mattress. The cold tip of the dildo twisted around a few times before Denise applied pressure.
He pushed back, meeting the latex monster. His mind’s eye kept comparing the toy with Jay’s cock. Although the encounter was brief, he was almost certain the real thing exceeded the dildo in length and girth.
A slight burning stretch gave way to a sharp jolt of pain. His gasp escaped before he could curb it. The forward push stopped.
“Are you okay?” Denise’s hand rubbed his ass cheek. The push and pull caress of her motion relaxed his hole a little.
“Okay. Yes.” He took a sharp breath. “Wasn’t expecting it to hurt quite so much.”
The mattress moved as she shifted her weight. “I’ll stop.”
“No.” He pushed back, following the toy as she started to pull. “Still feels good. Just…”
“Hurts so good?” Her chuckle was infectious.
One of the great things about her was her wicked sense of humor, although sometimes she was a little too quick to make fun of herself. “Something like that.” Brady forced his body to relax one muscle at a time. “Besides, if I can’t handle this thing, I’ll never be able to take Jay.”
“Oh?” Motion hesitated mid-stroke. “How would you know?”
“Oh, yeah…” He’d been so hot when he arrived, he hadn’t told Denise the entire story. “Jay…we kind of pushed things a little farther than planned.”
“How far?” Her strokes took on a little more strength. Each pushed a little deeper, pulled out a little faster.
The two words were flat, without emotion. What did that mean? “He kissed me.”
“Really?”
Her tone rose on the last syllable and cracked. Shit, not good. Brady matched her pace, rocking back and forth on his hands and knees. “I’d never kissed a man.”
“Tell me about it.”
Pleasure shot through Brady as the tip of the fake dick prodded his prostate. “Rough. Hard.” He grunted through the next parry against the sensitive gland. “Beard stubble. Never knew it could be so…sexy.”
“So I should start shaving my face?”
“No.” Brady lowered his upper body with one arm curled under a pillow. With his face pressed against the soft material, he groaned. “Not the same.”
His other hand slipped under his body. He gripped his aching cock, pulling with gentle half-strokes. Another moan escaped his mouth.
“Did you touch him?”
“Some. Everything happened so fast, even though it seemed in slow motion.”
“What else did you do?”
Part of him wanted to hold back. Be honest. “He shoved me to the floor then opened his jeans. I almost blew him but I stopped.”
“Why?”
The dildo filled his ass. Each plunge sent shock waves through him, ramping up his pulse. Recalling the incident with Jay only added to his desire. “You. Weren’t. There.” He pulled harder on his cock. “Would feel like cheating.”
Denise pumped the toy harder. “I wouldn’t have minded.”
Something about her clipped tone bothered him but his desire-soaked brain couldn’t hold on to the thought.
His hand moved faster, squeezing his dick harder, pushing his arousal higher. “Oh, God!” So close, almost… “Shit!” Every muscle in his body tightened as he came. Long hard spurts of come splattered the bedding underneath him.
Denise shoved in the thick toy as deep as it would go. She draped her body over him, molding her front against his back.
For a few seconds, the toy seemed a part of Denise rather than a prop.
“Just wait until Jay gets his big dick inside your ass. Bet he’ll open up your hole but good.”
Kisses fluttered across his sweat-slick back and shoulders. Denise’s groin pressed against the base of the dildo.
Brady’s body jerked as his cock made a final attempt to come. Sunday couldn’t get here soon enough.
Chapter Five
Sunday arrived way too fast. Three feet into Jay’s apartment, Denise froze. Now what? How did one go about initiating a threesome? Especially when her heart screamed grab Brady and run.
Brady had almost pushed Jay out of the way to get inside. Halfway across the room, he finally noticed she wasn’t behind him and turned.
A flush of embarrassment rushed her face. What she wanted didn’t matter anymore. This was about making Brady happy. Her feelings didn’t count. “Not sure where to start.” Her laugh wasn’t very convivial.
Jay raised an eyebrow as he took Denise’s elbow, guiding her across the room. As he neared Brady, he pushed him in front of them, toward an open door. “Let’s just go in the playroom and see what happens from there.”
Playroom. Her libido kicked her heart to the curb. She knew about Jay’s fondness for bondage but she’d never seen his dungeon. A sharp wave of desire made her stumble. Could a pussy cramp? Hers throbbed with need for something to fill it.
But Brady first. This was about Brady’s fantasy. A shudder nearly threw her off balance. Brady…Jay… Oh, fuck, this was really happening! She drew a deep breath and dropped her oversized bag near the door. A dull clunk sounded. After Friday night, she decided to bring some of her own toys. Self-consciousness added to her embarrassment. Now she wished she hadn’t.
Once through the door, Denise looked around the room. Her mind strategically placed Brady on each piece of equipment and Jay nearby doing something to his hot body. She couldn’t settle on a single image. The possibilities were overwhelming.
Brady, on the other hand, stopped near the door, hands in his pockets.
“Hey.” She moved close and reached out, her hand rubbing his arm. Her earlier doubts popped into her mind. If she had misgivings, did he too? “You can change your mind. No harm, no foul.”
“I…” Brady struggled for a breath. “I want. Very much.”
Jay slipped up behind him. “To get fucked
?” One arm wrapped around Brady’s waist. His large hand cupped the bulge in Brady’s jeans.
At the sight, Denise nearly creamed her panties. Oh, shit… Hot didn’t begin to cover the view.
Brady leaned back his head, resting it in the crook of Jay’s neck. “God, yes!” He covered Jay’s hand with his. “I just don’t…don’t know how…”
“Easy, big boy. Breathe. Wouldn’t do to hyperventilate.” Jay nuzzled the side of Brady’s neck. “I’ll do all the work.” His hand moved up and down Brady’s length. “Most of it anyway.” His other hand slipped under Brady’s T-shirt, sliding up his chest.
Brady’s eyes opened. His gaze locked with Denise’s.
“Are you sure?” she asked. In spite of the thrill coursing through her body, she’d leave this apartment with him in a heartbeat. Her fear of losing him outweighed any benefit to her libido. If things went badly, he might not want to be around her anymore. Or if it went too well, she could lose him to a man…
With a quick move, he nodded. His eyelids drooped over his eyes, leaving only a thin line of white showing.
His soft groan of pleasure reassured her.
“Good,” Jay murmured. “Help me strip him.”
She’d stay the course and hope for the best. She’d give Brady what he wanted, needed. If she lost him… Well, today wouldn’t be the first time she’d had a relationship go bad. Usually she was the one leaving—once the sparkle and shine wore off, a relationship lost her interest. Nearly six months was a long time in her dating life. Except instead of dulling her desires, time had polished the shine of Brady’s presence to a high gloss.
She wasn’t sure she’d survive losing him now but she’d deal with that later. Her hands trembled as she reached for Brady. “Okay.”
With him sandwiched loosely between them, Denise rucked his T-shirt up over his chest. “Raise your arms,” she whispered.
He obeyed with a slight groan. No resistance, only flushed skin and sharp panted breaths.
With Brady’s shirt gone, Jay ran his hands around Brady’s bare flesh. His fingers tweaked tiny nipples, pulling and rolling.
Avoiding Jay’s hands, she fluttered kisses across Brady’s chest. Sweet moans of pleasure vibrated against her lips. Her hands ran around his waist from his muscled sides to his bulging fly. Her fingers dipped into his waistband, teasing the sensitive skin of his lower stomach.
As his eyelids popped open, his hips jerked forward. His gaze locked with hers.
She’d seen him in fits of passion before but never had his hunger shone so clearly in his gaze. Fear sparked deep in her gut. What if he needed a man’s touch more than hers?
Jay ran a line of kisses down Brady’s neck. When he turned his head toward Jay, she lost the connection with his gaze. The two men’s lips met hard, tongues flashing between open mouths. Jay’s hand pressed against the side of Brady’s head in a possessive caress.
The passion of Brady kissing Jay sent pulses of desire through her body, culminating in her core. Torn between voyeuristic heat and Brady’s obvious need, Denise’s sense of loss threatened to overwhelm her. She was in love with Brady…and finally admitted it. The possibility of change—of loss—clarified everything.
With a hard swallow past the tightness in her chest, she steeled herself to the consequences. She started this and if Brady wanted to do it, she’d stick with the decision. And hope for the best.
Hope she didn’t lose him.
Standing in front of Brady, Denise opened his fly. With only a slight trembling, she slipped her hand inside, palming his hot length.
His attention stolen back from Jay, his gaze locked with hers again.
The intensity shot a quiver deep in her belly. She quelled the urge to blurt out ‘I love you’ by stealing a deep kiss. Her hand wrapped around his cock as her tongue invaded his mouth. Logically, she knew he tasted the same but he’d just kissed Jay. Her body expected something to be different. Her pussy spasmed again and heat threatened to consume her.
Pulling away, she trailed kisses down his neck to his chest. Her hands slid inside his underwear, pushing them and his jeans down at the same time. The heat of his skin scorched her flesh, her lips.
Her mouth grew dry as she made her way down his stomach, following the soft trail of hair to his groin. Brady’s distinctive musk mixed with the slight odor of sweat. Looking up, she caught his gaze as she kneeled in front of him. Yanking his clothes lower, she maintained eye contact. She fumbled with his shoes, pulling them off then his jeans and briefs over his feet.
“Good girl!” Jay’s hand slid down Brady’s body. Dipping below Brady’s cock, he fondled his balls then his hand wrapped around the base of Brady’s dick. “Looks like you’re in a good position to suck cock.” He wagged Brady’s stiff flesh in her face.
“Fuck!”
A shudder whipped through Brady so hard, Denise could see the muscles twitch.
His eyelids closed. His chest shuddered with each breath.
Her pussy certainly liked the idea. A lot. More cream wet her already damp panties. The sharp ache and throb pushed her toward impatience but the evening’s possibilities kept her from acting. Any embarrassment or hesitation fled in a desire-fueled haze.
*
Brady couldn’t talk. All he could do was groan. Stripped naked. Denise at his feet… Jay behind him. This was really happening. Fear joined desire, coursing through his body.
What if someone found out? What if he lost Denise over this? His mind couldn’t help but run through the possibility but his body didn’t dare move. His fantasy come to life. His throat clamped around words that might stop everything.
Wet heat engulfed his dick. “Damn.” The word hissed past clenched teeth. His body went rigid, straining muscles from his toes to his neck.
Denise went after him like an all-day sucker. Obviously, the unusual situation heightened her usual expertise. Long strokes with her mouth. Quick licks of the crown, the slit. He fought against the swift rise of come. Too soon. Not ready. “Denise!” His hands floundered, searching for her head. Must stop.
Jay’s hands gripped his wrists, pulling his arms back the way Brady would to handcuff a suspect. “Let her do her thing. We have all night.” The cold pinch of metal wrapped around one wrist then the other. “Maybe you’d like to be on the receiving end of some cuffs?” Jay rubbed his cheek against Brady’s neck. His hips pushed against Brady’s butt.
“Ye—ss…” His heart skipped a beat as he added an extra syllable to the word.
The hot length of Jay’s cock nestled against the crack of Brady’s ass. Brady had no idea when Jay had opened his pants but the heat of a man’s dick that close to his hole nearly sent him over the edge.
Jay’s hand gripped the base of Brady’s cock hard, helping push back the need to come.
Body tightening, muscles tensing, pulling but Brady stopped short of climax. He clamped his jaw hard, teeth grinding together.
Denise slowed her pace, allowing Brady’s body to back down. Her soft hand, so different from Jay’s calloused one, slid along his length with slow strokes. She glanced up at him, a soft smile curving her lips.
Jay’s hand slid across Brady’s throat as he kissed a path up the side of Brady’s face. Hard kisses followed, brutalizing his mouth but he wanted more. “Please…” He pushed back into the heat of Jay’s cock. The thought of the thick flesh inside him made him groan with a mix of anticipation and fear.
The hard length felt huge against his ass. Much more substantial than Denise’s dildo. Need curled through him but he held back.
Jay broke the kiss. His hand tightened on Brady’s throat. “Come on, Denise. Your boyfriend is impatient to be fucked. Wouldn’t want to keep him waiting.” He chuckled close to Brady’s ear. “At least, not too long.”
Denise scrambled off the floor. Her face flushed bright red and sweat beaded her forehead.
Grabbing the short chain between cuffs, Jay guided Brady across the room like a horse hooked to a bugg
y. Stopping just short of the sling, he pushed Brady to his knees. “Give him a kiss, Denise, for being so good. I thought for sure he was about to blow.”
Jay stepped out from behind Brady. His cock hung over his open pants, thick crown glistened with pre-come. The view didn’t last long.
Denise pushed between both men then bent over him. Her moist lips covered his, questing tongue slipped between his lips. Her hands gripped both sides of his head, tilting back his neck.
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