by Kallysten
No sooner was she there that Anando let go of Brett, letting him fall down to his hands and knees again. Brett squeezed his eyes shut for a second or two before meeting Virginia’s gaze.
“Too far,” he breathed as he dropped a hand between his legs.
Virginia shifted down on the bed, closer to them, barely aware that Leo had climbed into the bed on her right, Lisa doing the same on her left. The tip of Brett’s cock brushed against her clit, and she let out a quiet sound at how warm, how hard he was.
She couldn’t wait to have him inside her, and finally be filled. One last push of her hips, and his cock pressed against her opening. She moaned, wanting him to enter her already. Why was he teasing her, why was he pulling away?
She looked up, and found the same frustration she felt inscribed on Brett’s features. Her eyes drifted over his shoulder, where Anando was grinning.
“Ready?” he asked.
Before she could figure out ready for what, he showed her. His body slammed into Brett’s, shoving him forward and deep inside Virginia. She cried out at the welcome-but-sudden intrusion. She was so slick already, Brett’s cock slid right in, his balls slapping against her ass. His moan thrummed through her like music.
She didn’t even have time to get used to the feel of Brett filling her. Already, Anando was drawing back, his hands on Brett’s hips pulling him back, too. Another thrust, another smack of flesh on flesh, and Anando fell into a steady rhythm, fucking Brett and, through him, Virginia.
Pleasure suffused her, making her arch and push into each thrust. Brett threw his head back, grunting, his eyes shutting tight and she knew he was trying not to fall too fast. Next to him, Lisa raised herself up higher onto her knees and sought his mouth for a sloppy but heated kiss.
“I think he forgot what he said about watching,” Leo whispered close to Virginia’s ear.
She turned her face to him, leaning forward to find his mouth. He hummed as he pressed his mouth to hers, but the kiss didn’t last long. In seconds, he was pulling away to press a kiss to her neck, then raising himself to rake his teeth along Brett’s arm. Brett hissed into Lisa’s mouth, but he didn’t seem to mind all that much.
The entire time, Anando never stopped moving, his rhythm strong and regular. Looking above Brett’s shoulder again, Virginia found Anando’s burning eyes and smiled. She reached toward him and rested her hand on top of his on Brett’s hip. Anando spread his fingers, making room for hers to entwine with them.
“What do you think, Virginia dear?” he asked, a hint of breathlessness clinging to his words. “Does Brett look like he can take more, or should I slow down?”
“He looks like he’s gonna come in ten seconds,” she replied, pushing back a laugh when Brett wrenched his mouth away from Lisa’s, his eyes snapping open.
His lips twisted into a snarl. He didn’t say anything, but the next time Anando pushed forward, there was an extra bit of strength to the thrust, a twist of Brett’s hips that caused Virginia’s mouth to fall open, no breath left in her to even moan.
Bliss exploded in her, a myriad of colors blurring her vision until she couldn’t tell anymore who was above her, whose shoulders she gripped, whose hand was on her breast, whose lips on hers. She only knew that, as it happened every time she shared a bed with Anando, she wanted this moment to last forever.
* * * *
When Leo and Lisa had talked about this night, they’d agreed it would be all about Brett. They knew he was physically attracted to Anando, and it was only fair for Brett to have a chance to be with him since he was fine with Leo and Lisa having flings of their own. They’d retreated to the side of the room when things started, content to wrap themselves around each other and watch.
Something changed, though, when Virginia approached the two men and was invited to join them. Lisa stiffened against Leo, and for a second, maybe not even that long, he thought he could smell jealousy in her scent behind the sweetness of her desire. The acrid burst disappeared as quickly as it had surged, and her body coiled with determination.
“We’re not going to sit this out, are we?” she murmured.
The slight hint of hesitation in her words surprised him a little; Lisa and doubt didn’t go together in his mind. Then again, Brett had told them not to step in…
No, he’d only been joking. And anyway, they weren’t going to break things off. Just the opposite.
“Come on,” Leo whispered, already helping her up. “Let’s give them a hand.”
She approached the bed to help Virginia with her bra. Remaining behind her, Leo trailed a hand over Anando’s back then Brett’s arm. Both flashed him heated looks—but both quickly returned their attention to Virginia.
Now bare, her skin flushed with desire, she shifted into place under Anando’s directions, while Leo made short work of Lisa’s clothes and his own. They shared a quick glance before Lisa walked to the other side of the bed, sitting on the edge next to them, while Leo mirrored her on the other side.
Neither of them could do much more than watch as Virginia, Brett, and Anando all lined up. From this close, Leo could see all of them, from their expressions to the play of light on their bodies with each minute movement.
He hardly knew where to look. They were all breathtaking together. He dropped a hand to his cock but did little more than rub the heel of his hand along the length, watching avidly as Anando took that first, shattering thrust that linked the three of them so beautifully.
Leo caught Lisa’s gaze on the other side. Her hunger matched his own. She tried to sate it with a burning kiss from Brett, while Leo turned to Virginia. He couldn’t bear to touch only her, though, not when so much skin was on display, flesh slapping together to the sound of moans, cries, and teasing words.
When at such teasing words Brett stopped letting himself be rocked between Anando and Virginia and started to move on his own, Leo couldn’t help but grin. He’d been waiting for that moment, for that flame in Brett’s eyes to light up and consume everything, including Leo.
Fleeting touches weren’t enough anymore, and Leo pushed his body alongside Virginia’s, letting the movements of her body rock his cock back and forth.
He leaned down on one elbow and let his free hand roam, kneading flesh, pinching Brett’s nipple then Virginia’s, trailing his mouth wherever he could reach. On the other side of the bed, Lisa was doing the same thing.
Leo lost track of time. A handful of minutes might have passed, or maybe ten times that, when Virginia’s back arched clear off the bed as she let out a long, almost guttural cry. She fell back again, her chest heaving with panting breaths.
She was beautiful. Wild dark hair framed her face, and her eyes were hooded and glazed. Leo couldn’t resist. He pressed harder against her, his cock so slick that it slipped and slid against her skin. He didn’t know when his fangs had dropped, didn’t even realize they had until he kissed Virginia and her tongue curled around one, then the other.
“Can I taste you?” he mumbled against her lips.
She acquiesced with a low hum, her eyes closing already as she tilted her head away. Her body still rocked with Brett’s thrusts, but his rhythm was growing erratic, his grunts louder until they were muffled by Lisa’s mouth again.
She herself was on her knees, bucking, and while Leo couldn’t see her lower body from this angle he could guess she was rocking her hips into someone’s touch.
It all seemed to happen at the same time. Leo sank his fangs into Virginia’s neck, and her body shook once more, traversed by pleasure. Leo could taste that same pleasure on his tongue when her blood flooded his mouth.
He might have come from that alone; that, and every last bit of need and arousal he had accumulated so far, but then a hand—cool, Anando’s—curled around his cock and gave a single tight tug that seared his body.
In the haze of pleasure that enveloped him, he was aware of Lisa and Anando crying out, of Brett collapsing forward, his fall only broken when Anando caught him and eased him dow
n. The bed was small for all of them, but somehow that didn’t seem to matter to their tangle of limbs, shaking bodies, and gently stroking hands.
CHAPTER 7
The wings of an angel brushed against Brett’s cheek, then caressed his lips, pulling him from a dream of silky clouds and wind chimes. He was smiling as he drifted out of sleep.
His eyelids fluttered open and, after a second or two of confusion, focused on Lisa. The only source of light was in the hallway outside the room, and he could distinguish her features just enough to recognize her. He lifted a hand to touch her cheek and mouth and found her smiling.
He shifted toward her, and behind him Leo mumbled a wordless protest. The arm at Brett’s waist—Leo’s arm—tightened a little, and he followed Brett’s movement to press more closely against his back.
The motion, as instinctive as it may have been, felt familiar, and if not for the strange angle of the light, Brett could have forgotten they weren’t home and in their bed.
“The sun will be up soon,” Lisa whispered. “If we’re going to leave, it’s gotta be now.”
Leo’s lips caressed the nape of Brett’s neck when he said, “Or we could stay here all day. Pretty sure they wouldn’t mind.”
The prospect was more than appealing. Brett wouldn’t have traded what he had with Lisa and Leo for anything in the world, but playing with another couple, every now and then, was like adding an uncommon spice to a favorite dish and rediscovering it for the first time all over again—and all of them did seem to enjoy this particular dish.
Unfortunately, after taking the previous day off, Brett had to catch up on deliveries, among other things.
“I’ve got to go to work,” he said quietly. “But you two can stay if you want.”
He had this half-formed idea at the back of his mind that they might head back to the club with Anando and Virginia in tow. After all, their bed at the loft was bigger.
Brett didn’t remember Anando and Virginia leaving, but clearly they had retreated back to their own bedroom. It was a pity. Had they been there, he might have let himself be tempted to stay a little longer. Just like Anando and Virginia had stayed much longer than they had all planned when they had come to play with Brett, Lisa, and Leo before.
“If you’re going home, we’re going with you,” Leo said, sitting up behind Brett and ending with a yawn.
Lisa nodded. “This was your birthday present. It wouldn’t feel right to stay without you.” And then, guessing what path his mind had taken, she gave him a small grin. “We can always invite them to play again another time.”
There was something odd in Lisa’s voice, but it didn’t stop sparks from flickering down Brett’s spine at the thought—or it might have been Leo’s touch raising goose flesh over his body as he caressed the crook of Brett’s neck, where Anando had bitten him.
“Come on,” he said, pushing back against Leo to free himself from his embrace. “Let’s go home.”
The side door to the room that had been closed earlier was now open, revealing the small guest bathroom beyond it. The shower proved to be a tight fit for three people, but with a few muffled giggles and despite a couple of protesting “Oomph”s when sharp elbows poked tender flesh, they managed to clean up. A few minutes later, back in their clothes from the previous night, they filed out of the room.
The lights were on in the kitchen, and small sounds, along with the scent of brewing coffee— and was that bacon?—reminded Brett of the breakfast he’d never had the previous morning. The three of them stopped by the breakfast bar and watched Anando work at the stove. He clearly knew what he was doing.
“Good morning.” He flashed them a quick smile over his shoulder. “Time for a bite before you get on your way?”
Brett’s grumbling stomach answered before any of them could, and they shared a quiet laugh.
“The sun will be up soon,” Brett said, his will weakening.
“Not that soon,” Leo countered. “Come on, sit down.”
Taking his own advice, he climbed onto one of the three stools that lined the bar in a tight fit. Almost right away, Anando set a mug full of a dark liquid in front of him, thin volutes rising from the surface.
When Anando turned a questioning look to Brett and Lisa, they both sat down as well. Two more mugs appeared, one of which was filled with fragrant coffee. Brett was already salivating when Anando asked, “Sugar? Cream?”
“Is that bacon?” Brett blurted out, his eyes fleeting to the stove.
Anando grinned. “To put in your coffee?” he teased.
“No, to make up for the bacon these two managed to burn beyond recognition yesterday.”
The two people in question protested heartily, Lisa even complaining that he hadn’t thanked them for all their hard work in organizing a birthday party for him. Brett refrained from pointing out that all the decoration had been left to someone else, and instead pressed a kiss to her cheek, then turned to his other side and offered a matching one to Leo, each accompanied with a sincere thank you. He was rewarded with a plate of crispy bacon slices. His stomach approved with a growl.
He’d expected things to be a little awkward with Anando, but instead the four of them shared a nice few minutes. His coffee was superb, and after listening to Brett gush, Anando pulled a fresh bag from a cabinet and set it on the bar.
“Happy belated birthday,” he said, and Brett’s cheeks heated up.
They left the quiet home with much thanks and were back to the club in time to avoid the sunrise. They went straight back to bed, this time for actual sleep as they were all too tired for more than a few caresses. Brett allowed himself to rest until the middle of the morning before going down to the club to check that everything had gone fine the previous night.
He was reading the short note his head of security had left for him when his mind flashed to the party—and the after-party. He froze, his heart suddenly hammering in his chest. For the first time, it occurred to him that he hadn’t worn a condom when he’d been with Virginia.
Granted, his mind at the time had been consumed by need and reduced to basic thoughts such as ‘want now,’ and besides it had been years—more than a decade!—since he’d needed to wear one of those. Still, he felt like an idiot for not remembering something so basic.
His lone consolation was that he hadn’t been the only one too distracted to think of it.
Should he raise the topic the next time he saw Virginia? And say what? Apologize? Assure her that he carried no diseases? Now, that would be an awkward conversation.
No, he’d see if she brought it up first and take things from there. And if they all ever spent a night together again, he’d be sure to come ready for all eventualities.
* * * *
Since Brett had enjoyed his coffee more than Anando had expected, Anando put a fresh pot to brew while he took a quick shower. He slipped on a robe to scramble some eggs and fry more bacon, protecting his sensitive flesh from splattering grease, but he dropped it again when he took the tray to the bedroom.
Virginia’s eyes were closed when he first walked in, but as soon as he approached, her lips curled up and her eyelids drifted open.
“Is my breakfast on the tray,” she asked in a sleepy voice, “or under it?”
Anando laughed softly. “You tell me. What would you like to start with?”
He climbed into bed, keeping the tray on his lap while Virginia sat up against the pillows. With his cock hidden from view, she seemed to think actual food would be good enough, at least for the moment. He was sure he’d be able to convince her otherwise in a little while.
He took a sip from her coffee as he watched her eat, and she threw him a mock-glare.
“Java addict,” he accused, grinning, as he set the mug down again.
“And proudly so.”
She drained half the mug before returning to the eggs.
As time passed, her scent shifted, and an unexpected edge grew sharper until Anando had to ask.
“A
re you okay with what happened?” And before she could say that of course she was, he added, more quietly, “You smell upset.”
She grimaced and set down her fork. “Not upset, just… I don’t know.” She took another sip of coffee, maybe to give herself time to think, and finally settled on, “Jittery.”
It wasn’t the word he had expected. He’d thought she might have second thoughts, that it all might have gone further than she had been ready for. In truth, he hadn’t thought about things going in quite that direction either. But… jittery?
“About what?” he asked.
She pushed what was left of the eggs around her plate, never raising her eyes to him.
“I stopped taking the pill when I fell in love with you,” she said in a near whisper. “There wasn’t much of a point to it.”
Anando was beginning to feel lost. What did that have to do with anything?
“All right. What made you think of that now?”
The look she gave him hinted that he should have understood. “Last night?” she said, a little louder now. “I mean, I never even stopped to think about it.”
It wasn’t often that Anando did not understand Virginia. Between her honesty, the experiences they had shared, her tell-tale blushing and her scent, he could usually figure out every word she said—and everything she didn’t say. At that moment, though, he was mystified.
“Think about what?” he asked. “I thought you wanted it. I thought you enjoyed it.”
“I did,” she replied right away. The hint of red darkening her cheeks gave away how much. “It’s not about what we did. It’s about who we did it with. Brett is human. We didn’t use a condom.”
At last, Anando started to understand. He wanted to call himself an idiot for needing Virginia to spell it out for him, but in his defense, it had been a very, very long time since he had thought of the link between lovemaking and procreation.