Trio

by P. F. Kozak

  Intimate. Romantic. Perfect. Guaranteed to make anyone’s fantasy come true.

  Lara eyed the chair. With its high arc, lower curving middle and second, lower arc, it was a marvelous blending of angle, curve, and dimension. Condoms and lubricant lay within comfortable reach.

  “You’re not going to use this on me, are you?”

  Jared grinned. “No, we’re going to use you on it.”

  Nick reached for Lara’s hand. “Allow us to demonstrate, my unimaginative little lady.” He led her toward it. “Step over, please.”

  Lara stepped. The high arc of the chair was behind her, the low one behind Nick. “Now what?”

  Flashing a pirate’s grin, he pressed her back against the high arc, guiding her down until her body curved over and around it. Her head lay back at a comfortable, if upside-down, angle, and her pelvis thrust upward, knees bent and feet braced against the cushion. The soft curves of her body were completely his for the taking.

  Jared grinned and stepped up, giving her a nice view of his balls. “My cock is already starting to swell at the sight of that. And that mouth of yours is just at the perfect angle for a little cocksucking.” He guided his swollen erection toward her mouth.

  “Let’s have a lick.” She opened wide.

  As Jared pushed his cock past her waiting lips, Nick’s hands settled on her knees. His palms slid higher, parting her legs. “I’m betting you’re soaked already.”

  Mouth too full to speak, Lara managed an incoherent mumble. All rational thought fled at the touch of his fingers caressing her moist slit. The glide of thick fingers though her most sensitive flesh caused goosebumps to rise on her skin.

  “Nice and wet,” Nick breathed. “Ready for the slide of a nice big penis.” He leaned his pelvis into hers, bracing his weight on his outstretched arms as he lowed his body over hers.

  The velvet length of his penis settled against her abdomen.

  Without her consent, Lara felt her hips shift in an attempt to guide him into entering her.

  Nick caught her move. A smoldering intensity had come to light in his eyes, sending a ripple of desire straight to the pit of her stomach. “Mmm. Naughty girl.” His head dipped, tongue slowly laving one erect nipple. “But I’m not going to give you my cock right away. First, I’m going to make love to your beautiful body.”

  The pressure of his mouth increased. It was no longer tentative or unsure. It was demanding, confident. His tongue made damp circles around the tip, causing her breath to catch in the back of her throat. Unconsciously, she imitated his movements around the crown of Jared’s cock.

  Closing his eyes, Jared moaned, a low keening of pure pleasure working its way up from the back of his throat. “Oh, God, babe. Your mouth is almost better than your pussy.”

  Lara popped the tip out of her mouth. “Glad you think so.”

  Nick slowly teased each nipple in turn. Her skin burned where he incited fires with his expert touch. She was bombarded with so many sensations, each one more pleasurable and body-shaking than the last. The Tantra chair was so wonderful that she wondered why every home didn’t have one.

  “You like this?” he asked

  “Oh, hell, yes.”

  “It’s about to get better.” Nick’s mouth came down just below her rib cage. The magical sensation of his lips brushed her belly, tongue circling in her navel, then below. It was a purely erotic action, one that inspired even deeper need and desire in her. He kissed and touched and tasted the rise of her bare mound until she was literally mad from the sensations emanating from her hungry clit.

  A small moan escaped. The knots in her stomach wound tighter. Desperate for him to take more, she spread herself wider.

  Just when she was sure she’d scream from frustration, Nick knelt between her legs, kissing the insides of her thighs. Whiskers tickled her sensitive skin. His tongue poked, followed by the soft gnaw of teeth.

  “Oh, Nick,” she gasped through a strangled moan. “Don’t keep me on the edge.” The sensations delivered red-hot darts of pure sizzling power, like she was being buzzed with a cattle prod.

  Nick lifted his head, looking up at her with a burning gaze. “Don’t come yet,” he commanded. “We’re not ready.”

  Her laugh was strained. “Keep that up and I don’t think I can last much longer.”

  “You mean this?” He passed his tongue over her clit, then stabbed deep into her creamy slit.

  Lara’s answer came out as a rough growl of approval, her hips bucking upward, desperate to satisfy the ache clawing inside her. Gripping the edges of the cushion, she hovered on the brink of delicious climax. Tremors began in small waves, then totally swallowed her up in an intense convulsion of pure pleasure. She gasped when the first detonation of sizzling delight landed on her with the intensity of an atomic bomb. A pulsing, devouring frenzied fire consumed her.

  “Oh, wow…!” A cry of surprise burst out of her throat. Hips bucking, she closed her legs against the sides of his head. Beads of perspiration covered her body. She gasped, half-laughing, drawing air into burning lungs.

  Untangling himself before she smothered him, Nick bent over her. “Good?”

  A shaky laugh escaped. “The best, the freaking best.” Her hands slipped over his shoulders, down his back. She looked up at him. “But it’s not enough.” She still felt the tremble in his body.

  “I’ll try not to hurt you.” He kissed her lips, then her chin, tracing the softness of her neck to the valley between her breasts.

  “It’s time,” Jared murmured. He passed his friend a condom.

  Tearing the foil packet with his teeth, Nick slicked the protection down his shaft. Hands on Lara’s hips, he repositioned his body into alignment with hers. The swell of his erection pressed, but he didn’t enter.

  His gaze searched hers. “I want you, Lara.” He hesitated. “But only if you want me.”

  She looked back, keeping her own gaze steady. “I want you,” she murmured with a smile.

  Nick’s lean hips rolled forward, slowly easing into her sex. He fought to keep from impaling her with one hard thrust, clearly savoring the way her tight, wet flesh rippled around his shaft. By the look of intense concentration on his face, he was fighting to keep a leash on his own needs. “Oh, hell, you’re so tight…” The rest of his sentence vanished in the complete wonder of full penetration.

  Jared clapped his hands. “Houston, we have achieved liftoff.”

  “Join us,” Nick invited. “All three of us, together.”

  His grin a mile wide, Jared stepped behind Nick. A shiver went up Lara’s spine when he slid his hands over Nick’s shoulders, then down his sides, palms coming to rest on Nick’s narrow hips.

  “I’ve waited so long to get my hands on your ass,” Jared murmured, dropping a soft kiss on Nick’s left shoulder.

  Lara’s body reacted instinctively to the sight of one beautiful man making love to another. The sight mesmerized. She’d never witnessed anything so erotic, or anything that made her clit pulse so hard. She heard Nick’s name on Jared’s lips when their bodies finally made contact in the most intimate of ways.

  A grunt broke from Nick’s lips as Jared penetrated from behind. He leaned forward, supporting his weight on his outstretched arms. Pushed by Jared’s thrusts into his ass, Nick’s hips slammed into hers, driving his cock deeper. There wasn’t just one man making love to her. There were two.

  Looking up into Nick’s eyes, she watched his pleasure build with every slow thrust. His cock slid into her sex, even as Jared’s cock slid into his anus. Perfect synchronicity. Lara whimpered as his thick shaft slid out of her in a long silken glide, only to jack inside again.

  Three bodies. United as one.

  The three of them commenced a sweet rhythm, one that grew steadily more frenzied and more eager with each undulation of flesh against flesh.

  Just when she thought Nick could go no deeper, he pulled out. Flipping her legs up, he pressed her knees against her shoulders and drilled back in
without missing a stroke. If she’d thought his cock big before, it felt three times as huge now. Her second climax built like a hurricane about to make landfall, the pressure inside her escalating with each body-shuddering lunge.

  Melting and contracting around Nick’s length, Lara heard herself cry out for longer, harder strokes. With every lunge of his hips, Jared drove Nick further inside her. The waves built, a relentless tide threatening to sweep them away into a dark and devouring sea. She fought the current, determined not to sink alone. They would, must, all go under together.

  The sensations built, surging higher and higher with each hard stroke of Nick’s cock. He bent over her, his face just inches from hers. “I never stopped wanting you,” he whispered.

  Too far gone to hear or understand the meaning behind his words, Lara was beyond responding. Rapture had turned every muscle in her body to liquid. The control she’d fought so desperately to hold on to slipped through her fingers.

  The crescendo of climax came without warning, sweeping the trio away all at once.

  Orgasm roared through her, shaking her from the inside out. Every nerve ending in her body screamed with satisfaction. A sob broke from her lips, a cry wrenched from somewhere deep inside her soul. Strong inner muscles rippled, clamping around Nick’s cock like an iron fist clad in a silk glove.

  Nick groaned. His fingers dug into her thighs. His cock pulsed and surged, spilling hot semen into the safety of the condom. Behind him, Jared roared out his own completion.

  Nobody moved for the longest time.

  Lara’s body trembled with the aftershocks. She doubted she would ever breathe normally again. Their bodies still coupled, Nick and Jared grinned down at her. It seemed the most natural thing in the world for them to be together.

  “That was incredible,” Nick said through a sigh.

  “The best fuck I’ve ever had,” Jared agreed.

  She gasped in surprise when the two men broke apart and swept her up between them. “Where are we going?”

  No need for them to answer. They carried her to the bedroom, unceremoniously depositing her on the bed. Nick stretched out on one side of her, Jared on the other. Two muscular bodies snuggled close. Four hands caressed her skin, which glittered with perspiration. She became acutely aware of every aspect of them, including the fact that two hard cocks were pressing against her bare thighs.

  She lay between them, unsure what to do or say. She’d made love to both men with a wild and complete abandon. The experience had been primitive. Her heart rate hadn’t yet even begun to return to normal. “I’ve barely had a moment to catch my breath.”

  “If you think we’re done, Nick said with a grin. “Think again.”

  Jared palmed a breast, teasing a nipple. “Oh, we’ve only just begun,” he warbled in a bad imitation of an oldies song. “There’s so much more we need to explore together.” He winked toward Nick. “This ex-virgin of ours has a lot of catching up to do.”

  “I hope you don’t mind,” Nick chimed in.

  “Am I supposed to?” she countered, unable to get her thoughts straight.

  “I hope not.”

  Nick kissed her. His lips were hot, the stubble of his morning beard slightly abrasive. For a virgin he’d proven a skilled and amazing partner. And why shouldn’t he be? He’d been tutored by Jared, one of the horniest—and hottest—guys she’d ever met.

  A shiver went through her when he slid his hand down her pelvis to cup her sex. He separated her labia and caressed her clit. Lara dropped back against the pillow. A long slow moan slid through her moist lips. “I’ve thought about it,” she said, gasping when Jared’s lips settled over one distended pink bud. “I don’t think I mind a bit.”

  The duo never stopped kissing her, never stopped touching her. There were so many sensations for her mind to process that her brain threatened to overload, short out completely. All she knew was that two men were holding her, stroking her, and the sensations they created streaked through her veins like white lightning.

  This time she didn’t fight the currents dragging her helplessly toward orgasm. She wanted to embrace it. Enjoy it.

  Lara closed her eyes against the starburst of emotions. Before her memories slipped away and faded, she vowed to commit every nuance of her experience to a special place in her mind. She wanted to enjoy Nick and Jared while she had them. Too soon their time together would come to an end.

  Nothing this perfect lasts forever.

  She sighed and nestled deeper into their embrace. Forever didn’t matter right now. She’d finally grasped that one perfect moment in her life when everything felt right.

  8

  L ara looked at the check in her hand. Her name and an amount had been filled in. One million dollars. A hell of a lot of zeros. More than she’d imagined.

  Blinking, she shook her head. The numbers all stayed in place. It wasn’t an illusion. She’d been paid in full for one week of sexual services. Now it was over and the time to go had arrived.

  She stood, dressed in the same leather halter, corset, and stilettos that she’d arrived in only a week earlier. Her wig—well, that had gotten tossed away due to obscene sexual abuse. That vision alone would make her grin for many years to come.

  As she fingered the thin piece of paper, a sigh escaped her lips. Something just didn’t feel right. She’d leave as she arrived, with nothing more than the clothes on her back. Once she walked away, well, the whole world stretched in front of her like a piece of ripe fruit to be plucked. The limo idled outside the suite, ready to whisk her away.

  Anything she wanted to do, anyplace she wanted to go. No limitations held her back.

  Nick and Jared stood, watching her. Nobody was saying a word. Nobody wanted to be the first to say good-bye.

  Heart pounding hard against her ribs, Lara tore up the check. “I don’t want your money.”

  Jared’s eyes bulged in disbelief. “You just tore up a million-dollar check. Are you fucking crazy, woman? That sucker would have cleared, no questions asked.”

  Lara snorted. “Maybe I’m not that impressed by money.” She scattered the pieces with a flippant hand, sending them flying. Fuck Angelino DiMarco. Fuck Donnie, that asshole who’d run out and left his shit on her plate. Somehow she’d find the money to settle the debt.

  Not this way. Not selling herself as a whore. She wasn’t a piece of merchandise to be passed around to the highest bidder. If she’d enjoyed the experience—reveled in it—it would be as a woman in touch with her own sexuality.

  Nick blinked as if her move surprised him, then a slow smile pulled at his fine mouth. “Why did you do that?”

  Trying to pull her scattered thoughts together, Lara scrubbed both hands over her face, curiously numb now that the feeling seemed to have drained away. She had no idea what she was doing, only that it needed to be done.

  “This has been the best time of my life. Cashing that check would only cheapen my memories of you two.” Feeling desperate, scared and a little out of control, she hurried to add, “This week meant everything to me. For the first time since my dad died, I’ve felt cherished. He used to call me his princess. I’m so lucky to have two men who treated me like a queen.”

  The two guys exchanged a glance.

  “What do you think?” Nick asked.

  Jared rubbed his chin, nodding slowly. “I think she’s fucking crazy to toss a million dollars.”

  Nick nudged his friend in the ribs. “Yeah, me too…” His words trailed off. The two fell silent, as though sharing some sort of unspoken communication.

  Breath catching in her throat, Lara felt the oxygen disappearing from her lungs. Watching them, a vague sense of uneasiness rippled through her. Had she done the wrong thing?

  A hot flash of embarrassment burned her cheeks. Oh, God! I’ve totally insulted the hell out of them. She pressed her fingers against her aching forehead. Damn. This wasn’t going the way she’d planned, the way she’d rehearsed in her mind. These guys had had their fun, and wer
e ready to kiss her good-bye so they could return to their lives.

  Party time had ended, not with a bang, but a disheartening thud. If the floor opened up and swallowed her down into oblivion it wouldn’t be fast enough. Business is business, she reminded herself. Cutting the ties and walking away clean was the best way to go.

  Jared stared at his friend intently. “This won’t work,” he suddenly blurted. “Unless you tell her the truth.”

  Nick blushed, dipping his head and brushing his fingers through his long hair. He was dressed in one of Jared’s Goth T-shirts; his faded jeans fit him snugly. There was no denying the sinew of his long legs or the bulge of his cock beneath. “You think I should?” he asked.

  Jared smacked his arm. “Do it.”

  Catching the gist of their conversation, Lara looked at them both. “Tell me what?”

  Nick sighed. “The truth,” he mumbled. His steady gaze never veered from hers when he reached into the back pocket of his jeans and extracted his wallet. “I guess you don’t remember me,” he said softly.

  She noted his serious expression, not sure what to say in return. “I’m sure I’ve never met you before, Nick.”

  He winced. “I didn’t expect you would remember.” Flipping through his wallet’s contents, he pulled out a picture and handed it over. “I looked different back then.”

  Lara glanced at the photo, a snapshot from high school photo day. The image of a pale-skinned, rail-thin teenager with thick black-rimmed glasses and braces met her eyes. His face was eaten up by the scabs of acne, and his hair was styled in an unflattering mullet.

  Dismay flooded her. Her hand flew to her mouth. “Oh my God! You’re the one we used to call ‘Freaky Nicky’?” She looked closer. It didn’t seem possible. Seven years had certainly changed things. A lot. The braces were gone, showing a set of straight white teeth. His hair was fashionably styled and contact lenses had replaced the Coke-bottle glasses. Working out with weights had turned his noodle-thin body into a strong and sleekly muscled machine.