by Vivian Arend
Tim laughed. “You’re easy to please.”
“Small things.” She gasped as Matt bit again.
Then she was on her feet, the dress falling away to leave her naked between them. The suddenness of it took her breath away, as did the kiss Tim pulled her into once again. As if he were claiming her first.
There was another set of hands on her hips, sliding in slow exploratory strokes, but it was the set at her neck and lower back that counted. Tim holding her to him. The rough scratch of their clothing on her sensitive skin. Heated palms and edgy drag of nails—all of it priming her and making her ache.
Tim pulled the hand at her neck forward to cup her cheek. “Ready for more?”
She nodded.
As if they’d practiced beforehand, both men stepped away, and she had to regain her balance. The loss of their heat sent a shiver racing, but she accepted the hand Tim offered and followed him.
Matt walked with them, a short distance behind.
“Where are we off to?”
“To wash up,” Matt offered. “Sushi fingers aren’t good for what we have in mind.”
Oh really? She glanced over her shoulder. “That sounds—”
“Dirty?” Matt grinned, his gaze running over her hungrily. “Just wait.”
There was no slow heated watching involved. Tim opened a side door, gesturing her into a small washroom. He blocked the doorway with his body as Matt continued down the hall and vanished through another door.
Tim stroked her cheek again. “Get yourself ready, then join us.”
“Ready for . . . ?” She took a deep breath and tried again, this time forcing out the question. Making herself accept what she’d known all along. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
He smiled. “You’ll have fun. I promise.”
He closed the door, and she moved through the room in a sexual daze, the rush of rising endorphins making her mind skip. Normal habits were the only thing that saved her. She used the new toothbrush on the counter. Washed her hands. Washed everywhere else, the washcloth only intensifying the sensation on aching parts.
She was past ready for sex, and the night had only begun.
Walking naked down the hall took a new kind of courage for her. There was no one else in the house who could walk in on her, but the challenge was still there. She had to place her hand on the doorknob and deliberately turn it. Make the choice to step into a world of fantasy for the evening.
Erin pulled the heavy door toward her, and stepped into the room.
CHAPTER 23
They stood across the room from her, another bedroom with a leather couch against the opposite wall. Tim and Matt were side by side talking quietly as she entered, both of them falling silent at her arrival.
She waited. Wondered.
Tim answered her unspoken question by calling her forward. “Come here, kitten.”
Matt’s eyes burned as she strolled in slowly, the short distance seeming to stretch into miles. Tim tossed a pillow to the ground, and her pulse picked up. When he caught her and took her to her knees, she went willingly.
Tim pulled out his erect cock and pumped it a couple of times, the full, heavy length level with her mouth. She caught hold of his thighs, bracing herself, and when he pressed the crown to her lips, she was ready.
She’d given him blowjobs plenty of times before, some rougher, some playful and gentle, but never with another man standing beside them. Every time Tim thrust forward it seemed more raw, yet more intimate because Matt was right there.
Tim pulled back slowly. “Use your tongue to get me wet,” he ordered.
Erin eagerly followed his instructions. Licked the heavy vein on the underside of his cock. Paused to suck his balls into her mouth one after the other before turning her attention back on the head. His moans of approval were like tender strokes against her skin.
He pulsed forward a few times. Slowly. Deep, as if unwilling to leave her before coming to a stop. He rested the head of his cock on her lower lip briefly before pulling free.
He lifted her to her feet and guided her to the couch where Matt waited. “Take care of Matt. Use only your hands until he tells you.”
She paused, admiring Matt as she slipped back to the floor. His bold smile lit his honest face, and she reached for his waist button eagerly. Opened his zipper and pulled his cock free.
The heavy length felt strange in her fingers as she stroked him. Lightly at first then with increased pressure as he laid his fingers over hers and directed her. “Like that. Yes. That’s it, Erin. Play with the head more. Fuck, yeah.”
When he pushed away her hands and tugged her head toward his groin, she went quickly, eager for the next thing.
“Suck him, but don’t suck him off.” Matt protested Tim’s command for a second, but Tim only laughed. “Don’t look so disappointed, you don’t get to come in her mouth yet. We have other plans.”
Erin distracted him by covering his cock with her mouth and sucking hard. His gasp of pleasure rang in her ears, and she did it again happily.
Using her tongue to wet his length, she worked him over, dipping lower and letting his cock stretch her lips. What was Tim doing? Was he watching her, wanting it to be his cock she was playing with?
Then her question was answered as a cock nudged her from behind, slipping easily through her folds as Tim pressed forward in one smooth rush.
God, she was pinned between them. Pressure rose inside as she enjoyed working Matt’s shaft while the steady rhythm of Tim fucking her continued.
Decadent? Oh yes, and debauched and depraved, and so incredibly hot she was going to melt to the floor.
He pulled out far too soon, and she wiggled her hips in protest, reaching back to find him.
“So eager. I like that, kitten. But just wait, you’ll get more.”
Only it wasn’t his cock that she felt next, but his tongue, and her vision blurred.
Matt threaded his fingers into her hair and pushed her down his length. “Don’t stop what you’re doing,” he scolded.
She braced her hands on his thighs and worked him, but the decadent things Tim was doing made it tougher. He alternated between having his tongue buried deep, then pulsing it against her clit.
With Matt’s cock in her mouth, working carefully to keep her teeth away from him, she couldn’t afford to be distracted. But there was no ignoring Tim. He slipped his fingers into her. Two, or maybe three, and an edgy burn raced up her spine.
She attempted to wiggle away, but he caught her hips and pinned her in place as he returned to his position behind her. “I’m going to fuck you, Erin. Fuck you hard the way you like it.”
Before she could give approval, he’d shoved forward. All the way in until his groin met her butt. Oh God, the thick length of his cock stretched her, sending pleasure shooting through her in waves as he moved. Erin caught herself rocking her hips toward him, this time to increase the bite of pain.
Tim thrust, pushing her onto Matt’s cock, and she gagged for a moment. Then she found a balance point, clinging to Matt’s thighs as she bobbed her head over him while Tim worked behind her.
Pleasure increased rapidly. Endorphins filled her blood as Tim drove into her. Deep jabs that only stoked the desire for more.
It was more than the physical, though. It was knowing that Tim held her, and another man was there because of Tim—mind-blowing. The rush she got from that matched the physical pleasure as her body pounded into overdrive. Passion rising, her body and senses being seduced into submission.
When Tim pulled out all the way, she complained around Matt’s cock. When Matt pulled free, she could give voice to her complaints. “No, no, no, don’t stop.”
Tim laughed, lifting her easily and resettling her on the bed on all fours. He tossed Matt a condom, then pulled off his own. “Don’t worry. We’re just getting started.”
Then he locked his fingers in her hair, put his cock to her lips, and thrust in.
When Matt knelt on the bed beh
ind her, she wasn’t surprised. And suddenly she was pinned between the two of them, hard hot cocks driving into her body. Matt thrust into her sex with a sigh of satisfaction. She was happy, too, wanting the feverish pitch Tim had begun to be satisfied. She squeezed her inner muscles, and Matt groaned in appreciation.
Tim tugged her hair to get her to angle her head back. “You look beautiful spread between us.” He fed her his cock slowly, gaze pinned to the point where he disappeared into her mouth. Erin closed her eyes and soaked in the unique pleasure of it all.
“God, if you could see what I see.” Tim’s voice broke, shaky with raw lust. “Stretched out, and so giving. Our cocks filling you up. You’re trembling, Erin. Looking for more, but you can only have what I give you. What you need.”
Yes.
“It’s everything I want for you. Every part of you craving our touch—but it’s all me, kitten. No matter who touches you, it’s me giving you pleasure. Taking my own.”
Matt held her hips tightly, but Tim was right—those hands were an extension of his own. The pleasure all given by Tim, and she was riding on the edge of coming, but it wasn’t enough. Not yet.
They withdrew and switched positions, Matt tearing off his condom to drive into her mouth while Tim . . .
Tim put his cock to her sex and paused. Lingering—stretching out the anticipation until her arms trembled.
Between one moment and the next, she was taken. His cock drove into her. She had nowhere to go. Nothing to do but accept his possession. Oh God, he wasn’t gentle, either, grabbing her ass cheeks and shoving himself forward, bending over her and fucking into her hard as Matt fucked her mouth.
She was going to explode. She needed one more thing to tip her over, and she would be the one racing off the cliff, spinning through the air before bursting into flames like a phoenix.
The hands on her hips tightened, Tim’s nails digging into her skin. Matt caught her hair in his fingers and fisted, and she whimpered lightly at the sharp pain, loving it harder than she’d have thought possible.
And as Tim dragged his nails over her ass, she melted.
Her body rocked in place, while her sex squeezed down, hard rhythmic pulses blasting through her.
Tim roared. “That’s it. Come on my cock, kitten. Feel me fucking you so deep you can’t escape.” He pounded harder, working through her orgasm, driving her higher yet as her body convulsed helplessly. Then he shouted as he came, his heated release deep inside her. Filling her up even as he pushed again and again on nerves gone ragged, pleasure being torn from her in waves.
Matt pulled from her mouth and took himself in hand, pumping fiercely. Tim jerked her upright, his cock pressing into her as he changed their position. Matt came, the spurts of semen flying out to land on her chest, ribbons trailing down her torso in sticky lines. He panted, his face creased into a grimace of pleasure as he shook with the final moments of release.
But Tim was the one who held her, who remained inside her. The heat of his body protecting her like a cocoon. When he pulled his cock out she felt the loss, as well as the ache of tender skin.
“I’m not going to be able to sit for a day,” she muttered.
Matt laughed, leaning over and running a finger down her chest, spreading his seed lightly as his nail grazed her nipple. “I can find you a hammock.”
Tim turned her from Matt, who winked quickly before there was nothing to see but her lover’s smiling face. “Sitting is overrated,” he offered.
He scooped her up, striding through the hallways with her arms around his neck. Uncaring of their nudity, he paced to their room, took her to the shower, and proceeded to wash her carefully from top to bottom.
“I can wash myself,” she protested.
He squeezed the sponge over her breast before circling it slowly, tormenting the already oversensitive tip. “But where would the fun be in that?”
Erin leaned her head back on the shower tiles and let him take care of her. Let the sensation of being cozened and coveted spill through her like fine wine until she was heady with it.
Even through the buzz of satisfaction a faint chord of fear snaked across her nerves. She pushed the emotion down, shoved it into a corner, because it wasn’t something that she wanted to deal with here and now.
But soon? They had to talk about what had really torn them apart so long ago. And no matter that they were years older and wiser now, she still wasn’t sure she was ready.
* * *
He kept the rest of the evening low-key. A shower, a short soak in the hot tub with storytelling on Matt’s side of some harebrained adventure he’d taken part in down in South America the previous year.
Tim observed them carefully—both Erin and Matt. He wouldn’t allow anything to hurt Erin, but his friend was special as well. The man had come racing back from death’s door eager to live to the fullest, and that meant in this situation being involved in something Tim was very responsible for.
It was a fine line to walk, but he was good at it—caring for others. Making sure they had what they needed. He’d worked damn hard to come to this point after Erin had vanished so long ago.
He tucked Erin into bed, curling around her like a protective blanket as she faded rapidly into sleep.
It took a lot longer for him to find rest. Wondering if he’d finally found his redemption after so many years.
When he woke, it was to a room slowly filling with light as dawn broke. Across from him on the next pillow a silent woman stared intently, her dark eyes glittering as she examined him.
“You’re looking awfully thoughtful.” He reached under the blankets and pulled her against him, partly draping her over his body.
“I woke a while ago. I’ve been thinking.” Erin stroked his chest, trailing a finger over his skin in intricate designs. “You remember that private party we went to shortly before I left?”
His stomach fell out the bottom. It was the one event he couldn’t forget no matter how much he’d tried. “When I made an ass of myself?”
“That wasn’t what I wanted to talk about.” She paused. “I wasn’t sure what I’d expected that night. I mean, we’d been playing around with all kinds of things, and the thought of the place excited me.”
“Me, too. Only I was too young to see what could go wrong. I’m sorry.” Tim held her cautiously. “We talked about this when it happened. Or I thought we had.”
She nodded. “We talked about the fact that you made a mistake, and I was pissed at you for seeming to choose impressing the guys over sticking with what we’d decided beforehand. We were young, and uncertain, and trying our damnedest to pretend we knew everything there was to know. You made an assumption, I did the same—our two mistakes added up to something that was wrong, and we both knew it. And you did apologize.” Erin stared off into space. “It’s . . . not that. I forgave you for that, because it wasn’t just your fault. I could have stopped the situation at any time myself, and I chose not to. So I was upset with you, but I was madder still at myself.”
Tim stroked her cheek carefully. “We were a couple of dumb kids in some ways. I’d like to think that we’re beyond stupid mistakes that can be solved by talking them through like adults.”
“It wasn’t something I could talk about because for a few days I didn’t know what was bothering me. And the discomfort grew and grew, and when it did make sense, there was no way to explain it to you.”
“So you left.”
She nodded.
He’d spent years wondering what he could have done differently. “I always wished I could take back that night. Turn the world to before I’d chosen to act so mindlessly.” He ran his fingers through her hair, holding his breath that she was going to finally come out with the truth. “Not to mention when I did try to track you down you were rather . . . derogatory toward me.”
“It wasn’t one of our finer moments on either of our parts—you got very vindictive at that point as well.”
Tim had to agree with that. “I w
as a jerk, and I can’t even say it was all in self-defense. I wanted to hurt you like you’d hurt me. It made it easier to simply try to pretend I wasn’t longing to be with you. Even though deep down, I always hoped that there would be a way to someday get us back together.”
Erin levered herself to a sitting position. “It wasn’t you I was running from, it was me. Even Erin the Scary Bitch afterward, when you tried to reconnect? That was me keeping away from you. Driving you off.”
“That makes no sense.”
She looked sad and scared all at the same time. “The night we got our signals crossed there were a lot of people there. Some curious like us, some full time into the lifestyle. You remember any of that?”
“Vaguely.” Most of his memories were caught up in being worried sick about her, and embarrassed to death that he’d fucked up so badly.
“I watched them when we came in, and in some ways what those couples had was intriguing. They were so into each other, it was as if we didn’t exist. The world was all about them and what pleased them. They didn’t care if they were naked in front of a crowd, or giving a blowjob, or being flogged.”
Tim waited, hoping that she’d be able to explain. To take him to the next stage of understanding without his soul burning in hell even hotter if it had been something he’d done that had torn them in two.
She lifted her eyes to meet his. “I saw them and I was amazed. Wondered if that was something that we’d ever have. If we were going in that direction.”
“You as a full-time sub?” There was no hiding his shock.
“You hadn’t asked that of me.” Erin hurried onward. “It wasn’t you, but when things fell apart that night and I didn’t tell you to stop, it was like this giant cog slipped out of line and everything fell apart.”
“We talked about what went wrong,” Tim insisted. “You and I dealt with it.”
“But we couldn’t deal with the fact that in spite of what I’d planned going in, when the moment came for me to call it off, I gave up all my power. It wasn’t about you, Tim. The incident itself didn’t matter, and it wasn’t your fault. It was mine because I made a wrong choice, and that scared the hell out of me.” Her volume increased, and she rocked in frustration.