by Tammy Goaren
“Who’s your friend?” she asked, favoring Hunter with a warm smile. Luke had almost forgotten completely about Hunter and their night to come, and only managed to recover in time to forget Hunter’s name all over again.
“Hunter,” the man said for himself, smirking as heat swept up Luke’s neck. “Some people actually like to know the names of their conquests.” The teasing wink reassured Luke that Hunter wasn’t upset, and Luke’s blushing embarrassment was enough to give all three of them a laugh.
“Time to go home,” Julia said with a sigh, wilting slightly. Without an audience, she looked much more human, more approachable. Not that it made her legs any less tantalizing, or her hair smell any less like honey and flowers.
With a quick nod, Luke swung his arms around both of his companions’ shoulders. “Home it is,” he said. They walked out to Julia’s old truck, a beaten blue Chevy that had belonged to her dad or uncle or something. Hunter started saying something about needing his own car in the morning, but Luke’s hand slipped down to grope his ass through his jeans. Hunter’s protests stopped immediately.
“I can give you a ride back,” Luke promised, pressing his mouth close to blow warm air over Hunter’s ear.
Julia gave Luke an inquisitive look, all pursed lips and one raised eyebrow, but didn’t say anything. Luke knew that he was going to get an earful later, but for now he just wanted to enjoy however the rest of the night played out. He had plenty of ideas, but none of them could live up to the next scenario. He loved the anticipation of having endless possibilities.
The ride home was a bit cramped. Luke insisted on driving, knowing that Julia’s last shot had probably been at least her sixth. Possibly ninth. She wasn’t well-known for her moderation. She sat perched on Hunter’s lap, making drunken conversation.
“I saw you ride earlier,” she told him in her heavy twang, made heavier by the alcohol. She scratched absently at her neck, continuing, “You were incredible. I don’t know if I’ve ever heard applause so loud. You really killed it.”
“Thanks,” Hunter said politely, trying not to notice Julia’s tits in his face, failing completely. He cleared his throat and stared out the window, away from her body. Luke couldn’t help but smile at that. He and Julia had shared partners in the past, and it looked like she was interested in this one too from the way she was shifting her weight, the way she played with her hair, the way that her eyes kept drifting over Hunter’s body. Luke could almost see her charting out the planes of his body in her head.
He wondered absently if it was a good idea, then dismissed the doubts from his head. He knew that he was a sucker for hero worship, but with two partners as gorgeous as Julia and Hunter, he couldn’t help wanting to play through that scenario as well. Infinite possibilities indeed…
They got back to their small house almost too soon, and nowhere near soon enough. The raw need had faded, replaced by a driving desire to feel more and taste more of this stranger. He would tease them all by drawing it out. He needed it. The effort of holding back would make them all breathless, make them burn for it.
“Would you fancy a drink?” Julia asked their guest, hopping off of his lap. His erection was obvious to all of them, but they all ignored it. All Luke needed to know was that Julia was on the same page as him. That blushing grin on her face told him, “Yes.”
“I can’t say no, can I?” The weak defeat on Hunter’s face made Luke laugh. She really was just a force of nature. He said as much to Hunter as they went inside, and he nodded in resigned agreement.
“I heard that,” Julia said, disappearing into the kitchen to pour drinks.
“It’s a compliment,” Luke called after her, holding out a hand to take Hunter’s leather jacket. He peeled it off, the dark t-shirt underneath almost glued to his body from having sweat so much at the rodeo. “You want a shower?” Luke asked, hoping the answer was no.
“Not…yet?” Hunter said, trying to guess what Luke was thinking. He gave a small sigh of relief when Luke smiled and gestured over to the couch.
The living room was a small, battered looking room. The mismatched furniture had come from relatives, estate sales, and thrift stores over the past few years. He and Julia had never had much money, but they made their lives into something they could share in comfort, if not in style. Hunter made himself comfortable on the couch, a quirk to his lips that wasn’t quite a smile, but something colored by anticipation and building arousal.
Julia emerged from the kitchen, as Luke joined Hunter on the sofa. Julia took the loveseat, setting the drinks before them on the coffee table.
“Nothing fancy,” she said as Hunter took a glass. “Whiskey.”
Hunter threw back his drink, downing the whole thing. “Sorry,” he said, “but I have to fuck you now.”
Chapter 2
A surge of heat took hold of Luke. ‘So much for drawing out the moment,’ he thought. He felt the stupid look on his face, frozen somewhere in the middle of a smile. He settled for pulling Hunter’s mouth against him, burying it in the other man’s stubble. The taste of whiskey invaded his tongue and their lips clicked together. The couch shifted as Julia added herself to the equation. Luke felt her hands assist him as they both removed Hunter’s shirt.
“Is this okay?” Julia asked in a heavy murmur in Hunter’s ear. Luke looked into her eyes and could feel the weight of her lust there.
“I don’t give a shit,” Hunter answered, licking down Luke’s jaw and finding the flesh of Luke’s neck with his teeth. With a satisfied groan, Luke watched Julia over Hunter’s shoulder. Her hands and eyes were both transfixed with the nicely sculpted muscles of Hunter’s back. Her fingers ghosted over Hunter’s waist, disappearing beneath his belt. The shuddering sigh that Luke felt against his skin told him that Julia was already past keyed up. She was still hot from the rodeo, unable to come down from the thrill of the evening.
He silently acknowledged that they were right. It was time. There wasn’t even a chance to make it to the bedroom. Not now. Not when they all craved the feeling of each other’s skin. He gently pushed Hunter back to get enough room to remove his own shirt. Julia took advantage of the angle to slip off Hunter’s belt as Hunter fumbled with Luke’s.
“Don’t be nervous,” Luke teased. He shifted so that he could pull Hunter atop his lap, and Julia sidled up to their side. Her shorts found their way to the floor, her tank top not far behind. With Hunter atop him, rocking their hips together in such a beautifully distracting way, Luke had to focus a bit in order to slip his fingers inside Julia’s thong. She was as wet as he had expected, and sighed in relief at the contact. Her silky flesh burned at his touch, and her face fell to his shoulder to kiss and pant against his skin there.
Hunter stood, pulling at Luke to do the same. Their jeans hindered the sensations, killed the flexibility involved. They had to come off. Luke obliged, sliding his fingers out of Julia. As she made a small noise of protest, he shoved his slick fingers into her mouth and let her taste herself there. Her eyes fluttered closed as she ran her tongue all along his knuckles, his fingernails, sucking them ever so gently. It was such a teasing warmth, one that raced through his bones before she stopped and pulled back to look at them. Hunter tugged off both of their jeans, and their underwear. Julia removed her thong, and they all stood nude, taking a moment to learn each other’s bodies. The sight of Hunter’s circumcised penis already dripping with pre-come forced Luke to go into a frenzy. He couldn’t help himself. He sat back down, leaned forward, and took it in his mouth. The feel of Hunter’s hard cock against his cheek, the “Oh, fuck,” that Hunter moaned before gripping the back of Luke’s head, the grip of Julia’s hand finding his own shaft…made Luke feel a moment of pure contented bliss before getting to work. He lapped his tongue up the underside of Hunter’s cock, savoring the halting breaths and groans that came from the other man. Julia spat in her hand and returned it to Luke’s own erection, pressing her tits up against his side. He shot a glance her way and saw her rubbing
her clit as she stared, her complete attention on them.
The silence of the room was soon filled by a series of moans and gasps. Hunter made the most noise. Luke turned his gaze upward, staring at Hunter’s face. It was so flushed, so consumed by the turn of events. Julia rubbed her thumb against Luke’s dickhead at the same moment that Hunter thrusted into the back of his throat, which forced Luke to remove himself. He gagged, grabbing Julia’s wrist and moved her hand to Hunter’s cock instead as he regained his composure. He slid out of the way as Julia opened her mouth and started bobbing on Hunter’s cock, coated with Luke’s saliva. Luke took one of the remaining glasses of whiskey and rinsed his mouth, lazily playing with himself as he listened to Hunter’s unabashed pleasure.
“Let’s switch it up,” Luke suggested, making a note to record that image for his later personal use, but knowing Julia’s mouth, he couldn’t help but want to feel it for himself. After she stood up, Luke laid down on the couch, gesturing for her to switch her attention to him. She straddled his knees, her ass in the air as she started to bob up and down. The slick heat of her mouth, punctuated with her gasps for air along the sides of his cock, all built into exactly what he was looking for. After few moments of pure ecstasy, he noticed that Hunter was just standing there, watching.
“Well, don’t make her do all the work,” Luke admonished. “Go give this wonderful woman head.”
Julia gargled against his cock, almost gagging. Hunter laughed too, but he obeyed, leaning over the arm of the sofa to bury his face in her pussy. The sounds that tore out of Julia’s throat brought Luke a strange kind of envy. He started feeling greedy, wanting to experience every pleasure that his new bed fellow could offer, but at the same time he was so reluctant to take it away from Julia. Julia, who was wrapping her tongue around the base of his shaft and dragging it up and down. He focused on the sensation, sliding a hand to rest in her soft nest of red hair.
“Ahh!” Julia leaned back into Hunter with her entire body, leaving Luke’s cock suddenly exposed to the cold air. Luke looked over to see two of Hunter’s fingers rubbing deep inside of her, and felt himself almost ache with need. For the next of his endless list of scenarios, they would need to change positions again. Before that, though, he could see the orgasm start to build inside Julia, he recognized it on her face. He pulled himself into a position where he could kiss her, swallowing her excitement and building pleasure. His hands slipped up and down her body, occasionally finding a place to rest that she liked. The top of her ribcage, the small of her back, and of course he had to tease her nipples. They had her writhing, leaning into every sensation.
Her pants and gasps turned into desperate cries and moans. She was close. He nodded at Hunter, and he swapped his fingers for his cock as Luke buried his face in Julia’s neck. Julia’s cries built up with each thrust, with each nibble at her neck and ear.
“Come on, babe. Come for me,” Luke mumbled into her throat. She bucked against Hunter, wailing as she came. Her sweaty forehead fell to Luke’s shoulder as aftershocks ran through her body. He embraced her lightly as Hunter pulled out of her, his tongue glistening with her come.
“Atta girl,” Luke said, rubbing her back. She gave a heady giggle as he kissed her forehead. “Not done with you yet, though. It’s time for the bedroom.”
Julia nodded against his chest. “Just let me figure out how to walk again. I’ll be right there.”
Luke peeled himself off of Julia, her sweat smell clinging to him as he took Hunter by the hand and pulled him towards his own room. They had barely stepped inside before Luke pushed Hunter less-than-gently to sit on the bed and eased his cock into Hunter’s mouth. Hunter took it in easily, caressing the head in the back of his throat. Luke let out a moan. He was damn good. The feeling of his lower teeth on Luke’s shaft, right next to the tight ring of his lips was heavenly. Luke did his best not to shove himself deeper inside, but his self-control waned as Hunter started turning his head side to side. Luke allowed himself two thrusts, spaced to compensate for Hunter’s gag reflex, but he didn’t feel it become an issue. The suction increased up until Luke heard an audible pop as Hunter pulled off of him. Luke didn’t realize how ragged both of their breathing had become. It was Hunter’s turn to get a bit more demanding. He pulled Luke by the waist to the bed, turning him around to gain access to his ass. Hunter gave Luke a quick spank before pressing a wet kiss to his asshole. Luke let his face drop to the sheets in order to lean into the sensation. Hunter’s tongue was a tentative explorer at first, tracing the creases of the hole, and then the muscles tensed. Luke moaned as the pressure increased, and the tip of Hunter’s tongue pushed gently inside.
Chapter 3
Julia entered the room then, carrying the glasses and a half-empty bottle of whiskey. Setting those on the floor, she trailed her hands along both men, almost asking where she should be.
“Come here,” Hunter said, gesturing to his cock. Julia nodded, licking down the length of him. There was still some precum on his head, but it was starting to dry in the lull in attention he had been given. Hunter put a finger in her mouth too, let her coat it in her saliva, as he spat into his other hand. As Hunter’s wet palm wrapped around Luke’s erection, a finger pressed against Luke’s asshole. Luke knew that he needed to relax, to lean into it, and allow it to penetrate him. The sensations, though, the feelings of being entered paired with the feeling of Hunter’s skilled touch, Luke felt his muscles jump and refuse to cooperate. Especially paired with the very erotic sounds of suction and satisfaction coming from behind him.
Luke closed his eyes, and steadied his breathing. The finger slipped inside, and his muscles tensed around it. He felt Hunter pump it, felt him try to loosen his grip on him, as he tried to attain a calmer state.
‘It has to be this way, has to be this teasing torture,’ Luke told himself as he relaxed his gritted teeth. He let himself sigh and forced his entire body to relax. His face pressed down into the bed, and another knuckle disappeared inside of him. It was close. He had almost accepted the feeling, almost made it work for him. The finger pulled out slightly and plunged back inside. He groaned into the mattress, leaning back into it. He was almost ready. He could almost take it.
Hunter’s hand left Luke’s cock, finding an ass cheek instead. Hunter’s tongue joined his finger, adding spit to the rim of his ass. The finger started rotating. Luke knew it was stretching him, preparing him to get fucked. It was finally connecting to the raw hunger that had been growing over the course of the evening, ever since Luke had seen Hunter atop that bronco.
‘Fuck me like that,’ he wished as hard as he could, not trusting his voice to last through the effort of making a full thought.
The bed compressed as Julia moved to sit by Luke’s head. She took his face in her hands and pulled his mouth to her pussy. He couldn’t suppress a smile. She was insatiable. The bed moved again as Hunter shifted behind him. Luke took advantage of the moment of reprieve to position himself on his elbows, giving him better access to Julia’s slick pink flesh. Her legs slipped into his hands, and he pressed her thighs apart. As he felt the first teasing prod of Hunter’s cock against his backside, he drove his tongue inside Julia, tasting her sweetness. The left over come spilled out of her as he lapped and probed at her.
Luke could feel every callus on Hunter’s palms where they gripped his hips, preparing to pull them back onto Hunter’s erection.
“You ready?” Hunter asked, only looking for one answer. He barely waited for Luke’s grunted consent before pressing in.
“Go slow,” Luke mumbled around Julia’s labia. The vibration of his voice had her shivering, but Luke needed to take the time to prepare, to relax. He felt more spit dribble over him, probably Hunter spitting down to add lubrication. “Ah, lube in the bedside table.”
Julia stretched her body and grabbed the bottle, tossing it down the bed. Hunter took it, pulling out to coat himself in the stuff. He added another glob to Luke’s puckering asshole, the cold liquid causing Lu
ke to moan into Julia’s mound. Her fingers slipped into his hair, one of them finding his ear and teasing it exactly the way he liked. Luke took a moment to appreciate long term sexual partners before the sensation of Hunter sliding his cock back to where it had been with much more ease took away all of his thoughts. New partners were pretty great too.
“So tight,” Hunter groaned, his voice dripping with lust. He wanted to pick up the pace, Luke could tell, but Luke just wasn’t ready. They were trapped there, in those torturously slow and shallow motions up until Luke’s body could adjust.
As always, it wasn’t a gradual acceptance. There was a threshold that, once crossed, suddenly let Hunter in. He slid inside with more force, more speed. The rings of muscle that had contracted to keep him out were suddenly much more accepting, throbbing around Hunter’s member, but no longer too tight. The feeling was so immediate, and Hunter’s thrusts built up quickly as he loudly reveled in the sensation. Luke as well, completely entranced by the feeling, surrendered to it. He leaned into each thrust, and each thrust drove his nose into Julia’s clit.
Luke tried to lick her folds, to please her, but he found himself panting and moaning and useless to her. Julia made do, removing herself from beneath him and sitting far enough back to take in the whole scene. Two fingers disappeared inside of her while her other hand groped one of her breasts, flicking over her nipple. The last of her that Luke saw before his eyes fluttered shut was the lewd way her tongue slipped out of the corner of her mouth.
Hunter’s thrusts lost the insistent need that had driven them through the past moments, and he pressed deeper inside. He would often pause to feel Luke’s muscles tense and jump around his cock, but Luke could only focus on the tight grip he had over the shaft. He could grip Hunter tight enough to feel the other man’s pulse, and that fact sent new fiery arousal through Luke’s chest.