by Jon Keys
Tara gave Cole a playful swat. “It wasn’t that. It was just…he was so quick. And then he’d fall asleep.”
Dalton arched his eyebrows. “Always?”
Tara thought for a minute. “Yeah, always. And he’s kind of moody. He doesn’t like me teasing him, but then when he does something I should be glad I got the attention.”
There was a long silence. This time stretching over several minutes as they all considered what was being said. Dalton locked gazes with Tara. “What’re you saying?”
She stared at the floor, unwilling to meet either of their gazes. “I miss you guys.”
Cole took her hand and held on tight. “We never left.”
Tara smiled at him. “I know, and I do realize you’ve been taking care of everything at the house.”
Dalton cupped her face and tilted it until their gazes met. “Tara, I love you. Not a love you from a roommate. I love you want to grow old together love you.” He chuckled at Cole. “This sounds kind of familiar.”
“Maybe a little, but Tara didn’t hear us the other time.”
Dalton refocused on Tara. “So, I love you. I love Cole, too. But loving Cole doesn’t take away how I feel for you. Does that make sense?”
Before she could answer, Cole chimed in. “I feel the same. You know how much I love you, and I love Dalton just as much.”
“You two make me crazy, but I’ve missed you so much. I’ve missed us.” She paused and studied each of them. “I love you. I love you both.”
Cole stood and held a hand out to both of them. Dalton grabbed his hand, as did Tara and tugged themselves up. He wrapped an arm around each one’s waist and guided them toward the bedroom. “Time for our nap, I think we’re all wrung out.”
Cole drifted to consciousness with a delightful sensation on his crotch. Another jolt shot through him when a tongue slid around his nipple. He lay with his eyes closed, relishing the twin sensations. The long missed scent of woman curled through him to match the familiar counterpoint of Dalton’s masculine aroma.
His body filled with the heat of his lovers’ work and Cole’s cock jerked as the tingling in his groin built. His eye’s fluttered open to chuckle at the sight of two moving mounds under the crisp white sheet. Minutes later, Dalton’s hand appeared at the edge and yanked back the sheet to reveal the two of them.
Tara’s hot tongue danced across his nipples. Her white teeth sank into his hard flesh as Dalton tugged his shorts to his thighs and wrapped his finger’s around his nuts and tugged them. Cole kicked at his shorts, trying to get free when Dalton jumped off the bed and ripped his shorts off.
He leered at Cole and pushed his shorts to the ground before crawling back between Cole’s legs. Dalton lowered his face to his boyfriend’s hard cock and licked the edge of the purple crown.
The cascade of pleasure rose from Cole until he wanted more. He pulled Tara to him and roughly whispered. “I want to lick you until you’re screamin’.”
Tara’s face broke into a grin. She stood on the bed and yanked off her tee and then worked her almost nonexistent shorts to her ankles and stepped out of them. With a flick of her painted toes, they flew across the room. But before they’d landed, she was kneeling over Cole’s face.
He inhaled deeply, intoxicated by the fresh scent of woman inches from him. His tongue burrowed into the folds, tracing along her wet gash and tasting the tang. His hands grabbed her sexy thighs as he slurped at the delicacy he’d been craving. He pressed his face against her, as the familiar tastes and smells overloaded his senses. Sparks of fire erupted from his nipples as Tara pinched them while she ground herself against his face.
“Oh god. That’s amazing. More!” Tara said.
Dalton lifted Cole’s legs, exposing his pulsing hole as he worked his tongue along the underside of his balls. Cole’s body was bursting from the gathering feelings of elation. He lost himself in the twin points of ecstasy, the delightful pressure building.
He dropped to the pillow and gasped, “Stop. I’m about to pop and I don’t want to finish so fast.”
Tara chuckled and lay across Cole’s heaving torso, her head nestled against his thigh. Dalton crawled up the bed, grabbed Cole’s head, ran his tongue over his scruffy face with its coating of Tara’s juice. Cole chuckled and pushed him back.
“What are you doing, you perv?”
“Shut up. Pussy and stud is my favorite dish.”
Tara and Cole both chuckled as Dalton took a few more swipes with his tongue and then pressed his lips hard against Cole’s. Tara joined their kiss and the three were darting and dashing like a trio of hummingbirds on summer flowers. Tara pulled back and ran a hand over each man’s face. “We need condoms. I think it’s time.”
Shock filled Dalton as they peered at Tara. “We don’t have any. We didn’t know we’d need ‘em.”
“You didn’t think you might have sex?”
Dalton smiled and his brows lifted. “Not with you, we didn’t”
Tara looked confused. “What does that mean?”
Cole stroked her shoulder. “It means we got tested and now we don’t have to use rubbers. But…”
Cole’s sheepish face made Dalton start laughing. “You brought some anyway.”
“Yeah, I don’t know. I just…”
Tara shoved him toward the edge of the bed. “Shut up and go get them. I’ll decide if I want to get pissed that I was so easy to second guess later.”
Cole grinned, jumped from the bed, and disappeared to reemerge a few seconds later with a handful of packets and a bottle of lube. “Here.” He tossed the extras on the bedside table and opened one. He started to put on the condom when Tara took it from him.
“Let me.” Tara stroked his cock slowly and then unrolled the condom down its length. She moved to the edge of the bed on her hands and knees and opened herself wide. “I want one on each end. I’m ready for some good sex for a change.”
The guys grinned and Cole gripped her hips tight. He stepped forward and slid his cock between Tara’s legs and rubbed his rock hard dick over her swollen slit. Dalton knelt in front of her, and Tara took his cock deep into her mouth. The sight of his girlfriend swallowing his boyfriend’s cock was enough to drive Cole to the edge.
He pushed his dick against her opening. As he disappeared inside Tara, the delicious friction brought his pleasure to new heights. Cole worked deeper until he ground his crotch against Tara. He paused, letting the waves of heat recede. He met Dalton’s lust-filled gaze and began fucking her.
Soon they reached a rhythm and skewered Tara from both ends. Sex with a girl is so different. God, I’ve missed this.
Dalton suddenly pulled out and fell back on the bed. “Shit, I’m too close.” He lay beside them, teasing his cock and watching as Cole lost himself making love to Tara. Dalton grabbed the lube and coated his hard cock with a thick layer. He walked behind Cole’s thrusting hips and pushed him forward. Running his fingers along the trench of his ass, he slowly sank a couple of fingers inside Cole.
“Ah, fuck!”
Cole dropped his head and draped his body across Tara’s back. He slipped his arms around her so he could enjoy her breasts in his hands again. Cole’s body trembled at the dual sensation of having his ass opened and his cock buried deep inside Tara’s hot pussy. He ground against her as Dalton added a third finger, the heat lancing through his body. His bliss grew, as he became the willing middle layer of their sex sandwich. His fingers rolled Tara’s nipples between them as Dalton’s fingers glided out of him.
Cole glanced back to the sight of Dalton jacking his lube-coated dick before moving closer. His hand pressed on Cole’s back and his cock rubbed up and down his crack. He groaned as the fat head wedged against his opening. A sweet fire lit in his ass as Dalton sunk deeper and stretched him open.
Cole groaned and ground his steel-hard cock deeper inside Tara. He let one hand glide down her stomach, into the top of her folds and found the hard nub
he’d been searching for. Cole worked her button in time to his thrusts while Dalton plowed his ass. The passion of the moment engulfed him, but he realized Tara was tensing.
She bucked between Cole’s hand and his cock, shaking. Her moans increased with each thrust. After several long delicious moments Tara bucked a last time. With a shudder she crawled away and collapsed on the bed. “Oh crap, enough.”
Cole braced himself against the bed, his orgasm close. Dalton’s long cock hit his prostate with each thrust and the sight of Tara’s heaving body in front of him drove his lust to new heights. He grabbed the sheets as Dalton clipped his prostate in a particularly wonderful way.
Pain and ecstasy shot from his nipples and he realized Tara was kneeling in front of him, twisting his nipples hard. The combination proved his undoing. The boiling passion gathered in Cole’s crotch and he tried to hold out, but the explosion of electricity that coursed through him when Dalton’s long cock raked across his sweet spot again sent him over the edge.
“Fuck!”
Cole’s cock jumped and the first dose of white shot into the tip of the condom. The orgasm was particularly sweet with Dalton and Tara both working his body until the sensations of climax and his lovers melded into one delicious combination. With a quiet grunt, he fell forward onto the bed.
“Holy shit. I think my nuts are drained.”
Dalton rolled a condom over his hard cock and moved between Tara’s legs. He spread her legs wide and ran his tongue over her wet slit, traced up her body and chewed on her nipple. The moan that erupted vibrated the walls of the room and Dalton shoved himself inside her.
Tara’s legs wrapped around his torso, digging her heels into his butt. Cole crawled closer and kissed her tenderly. He worked one of her nipples as Dalton pounded her. The satisfying sounds of hard cock plunging into wet pussy echoed through the room. Cole’s cock began to stir at the sight of Dalton driving into Tara again and again as the sounds from both of them built in volume.
Cole crawled from the bed and moved behind Dalton. He pressed his face into Dalton’s clenching ass and rammed his tongue inside. The first thrust took Dalton and a growl erupted. Tara writhed under him as the trio merged into another soaring rise toward orgasm. The shaking of Dalton’s leg muscles as he pressed hard into Tara traveled through them all.
His butt clenched and Cole caressed his torso while Dalton let out a howling cry as he shot. Cole’s hands flew over both of them, touching and caressing, adding to their pleasure. Dalton’s eyes closed and his body shuddered a last time before he relaxed. Cole realized a few moments later Tara lay panting and covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
He smiled at her. “Two?”
Tara grinned up at him. “Oh, hush. I didn’t hear you complaining.”
Dalton whined as he lay on Tara’s stomach. “Oh. Shit. I don’t think I can move.”
Cole chuckled and started to move, then recognized he was still wearing the condom. He reached over and smacked Dalton on the ass. “Come on. We need to get rid of the wrappers and clean up.”
“I can’t move,” Dalton whined.
Cole reached under Dalton’s damp body and hoisted him onto his shoulder in one movement. He headed toward the bathroom but stopped as he was about to enter. He turned to Tara. “You okay?”
Tara looked at him in disbelief. “Okay? You make me feel like this and then ask if I’m just okay?” She sighed with satisfaction and crumpled onto the bed. Waving her hand at them she giggled. “Yes, I’m okay. Definitely one-hundred-percent okay.”
Cole chuckled and walked through the doorway.
Chapter Fifteen
Dalton paced the living room, not sure what else to do. The trip to the water park a few weeks ago had brought them back together. The give and take they needed had developed, and he and Cole were careful to not forget Tara was their lover, not their roommate or live-in maid. The intimacy returned with an understanding it was okay for them to be together, or pair up. After a lot of talking, and some adjustments, Dalton thought Tara was relieved it wasn’t up to her to match the sex drive he and Cole had.
But now what he’d been dreading was happening—Cole was looking for a job. They’d talked about options, but he and Tara were several years from finishing. Since Dalton studied architecture, he also had to serve as an intern and pass a state test, so he was even further away from graduation. The thought of their little family being dismantled weighed on Dalton.
An ache grew in Dalton’s chest at the thought of losing Cole. The more he struggled with the problem, the fewer ways he found to keep the relationship together. They’d talked about a long distance situation, where they’d see Cole when they could, but their newly patched relationship was brittle as an eggshell.
Tara laid her textbook on her lap. “You’re going to wear out the floor.”
Dalton sighed and dropped into a chair. “How can you be so calm?”
Tara smiled sadly. “I’m not calm, baby. I’m trying to keep my mind off it so my stomach doesn’t tie into knots and I end up puking.”
“I hate this. I really want him to stay. I just don’t see how it can work and him be even a few hours away.”
“You know he’d really like to be up north. But we couldn’t make a living there. Not a lot of call for fashion designers or architects.”
Dalton grinned. “I could design kick ass log cabins.”
“Well, I guess I could design some hot clothing from flannel plaids.” Tara used her hands as if she was framing a camera angle, and they started laughing.
After a moment the laughter drifted away and Dalton frowned. “I don’t know what we’re going to do.”
Tara walked over to Dalton and sat in his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a gentle kiss. “Try to dial the stress back a little. It’ll be okay, we just don’t know how it’s going to go yet.”
They settled against each other in time for the door to pop open and Cole to walk into the house. With the door shut firmly behind him, he took off clothing until he was down to a single layer. He carefully hung up his coat and stowed away his boots before turning to the pair.
Dalton’s heart ripped at the expression of disappointment on Cole’s face. He knew the situation was bad for him and Tara, but it was worse for Cole. Not only was he struggling with their personal relationship, he’d wrapped his self-worth around finding a good job.
“How’d it go,” asked Dalton.
Cole shrugged and gave them a halfhearted smile. “It went fine. But they aren’t hiring. The guy said they’d keep me on file in case something comes up.”
“Well, that’s good. At least they’re interested.”
Cole shrugged and dropped into a chair. “Yeah. I guess.”
Tara pushed herself off Dalton and motioned for both of them to stay put. She was back in a few seconds holding a set of keys.
Cole sat up, his interest piqued. “What’re those?”
“Keys.”
Cole scowled. “Keys for what, my dear Tara?”
“Key’s to my boss’s cabin on Big Sandy Lake.”
“Really?”
Tara twirled the keys around her finger. “She knows how stressed we’ve been and thought we might enjoy a weekend to relax before finals.”
“Ah crap, it would be great to get in a last weekend of cross country skiing. Are the trails decent?” asked Cole.
Tara smiled and winked at Dalton before looking back at Cole. “She said it’s been cold enough this spring that there’s still a foot or so of snow on the trails.”
Cole bolted upright. “Holy crap. Come on, let’s go!”
Dalton looked at him and smiled. “Cole.”
He stopped and spun around. “Yeah?”
“It’s Wednesday.”
“Shit.”
* * * *
Cole stopped at the top of the hill. In front of him were hundreds of acres of white that the weak late winter sunshine lit up l
ike a sequin dress on the red carpet. The pines added to the scene with their thick stoles of snow. Tara glided to a stop beside him and he looked back in time to see Dalton fall again and turn the air blue with his cursing. Once the profanity slowed, he called back to Dalton. “You okay?”
“Fuck no, I’m not okay. I thought this god damn cross-country ski shit was supposed to be fucking easy and fun. Well, I haven’t had one fucking easy minute and I haven’t seen shit for fun.”
Cole and Tara chuckled softly, not wanting to offend Dalton, but unable to keep from laughing at the profanity-strewn declarations as they worked their way up the valley. Now Dalton was packing the swear words so tightly together that it was hilarious. He regained his feet and climbed the last few yards with a grim look on his face. He topped the hill and looked at the trail ahead of them. His face blanched and he glared at his partners.
“Damn, if you wanted to get rid of me, there are less painful ways.”
Cole grinned and patted him on the back. “It’s not a bad hill.”
“Not bad, my ass. I’ve seen roller coasters that weren’t this hairy. Hell, the corkscrew at the water park was straighter than this.”
Tara leaned on her poles and grinned at Dalton. “You could walk it.”
Dalton scowled at Tara, turned and pushed off down the hill. They watched as one leg came flying into the air, to slam back down when his balance swung the other direction.
“You think he’ll make it to the bottom in one piece?” asked Tara.
“Not a chance in hell.”
They pushed off, locking their feet to the inside so they slowly snowplowed down the steep hill. They chuckled quietly as Dalton plunged out of sight around a snowdrift beside the cabin. A minute or two later he and Tara skied to a stop beside the porch. They released their bindings and followed Dalton inside.
Dalton struggled to pull his fleece jacket over his head and was losing the battle. By the time the jacket popped off, Dalton’s face was bright red and his mouth reduced to a small pucker.