Romp

by Munro, Shelley

  He waited until Liam disappeared from sight. “My arse is better.”

  “Says who?” Liam shouted.

  “Damn, I didn’t think he’d hear.”

  Gaby chuckled. “Take the boxes to the bedroom for me.”

  “We’ll be in my room since it’s biggest.” He picked up the boxes she’d indicated and left the kitchen.

  “Don’t peek inside.” Gaby sighed as she stared after him. Fletch’s butt was pretty spectacular, but choosing one over the other? They both looked tasty. She finished the bread dough and set it aside in a warm spot to rise. She cleared the counter and wiped it down then looked for something else to clean. Oops! Stalling. Once she realized she was guilty of dithering, her stomach did a distinct somersault. Nerves. Taking a deep breath, she wiped her hands on a towel and marched to Fletch’s bedroom.

  Gaby wasn’t sure what to expect when she entered the bedroom, but it wasn’t two men discussing size.

  An intoxicating giggle tickled the back of her throat and she struggled to keep it under control. Giggling Gertie wasn’t the impression she wanted to make. “Is it true there’s a correlation between foot size and cock length?” She managed to get the words out without chortling. They started like two guilty boys, playing with things they shouldn’t.

  “We peeked in the box,” Fletch admitted.

  Liam tossed a boyish smile in her direction. “And got sidetracked by the condom sizes.”

  Gaby’s mouth twitched. “So you decided to whip them out and compare.”

  “Of course.” Liam’s gaze dropped from her face to her breasts. “Don’t women compare their breasts?”

  “Um, no. Not really.”

  “Well, there goes that fantasy,” Fletch said.

  “What do we get to try first?” Liam asked.

  “I need to test these condoms.” Gaby plucked a box from Liam’s hands. “They’re a new one we’re experimenting with. Most of our rival companies are doing something similar and coming up with ultra-thin condoms. We’re aiming for a product that feels natural, almost as if you’re not wearing a condom at all.” Gaby grabbed her clipboard from inside the box along with a pen. “I need my glasses. Won’t be a sec. Don’t lose those erections, boys.”

  “As long as she doesn’t whip out a tape measure,” Fletch said.

  She didn’t catch Liam’s reply, merely heard the masculine rumble when she grabbed her reading glasses off the dresser top. She also picked up a scrunchie and pulled her hair in a ponytail before hurrying back to join the men. She came to a halt in the doorway, a soft breath hissing out.

  This time they were lying on the bed, arms wrapped around each other as they kissed. Enthralled, she watched them experiment. It was obvious from their cautious proceedings they hadn’t done this much, although why they were doing it now escaped her. But it was hot watching their big hands clutching each other, their mouths crushed together. Oh yeah. She fanned the heat from her face and stepped farther into the master bedroom.

  Like the rest of the house, the two men had decorated this room with style. Not your typical bachelor establishment. Three walls were painted cream—a sort of a French vanilla color—while they’d made a feature of the remaining wall, papering it with patterned wallpaper. Twists of subtle vines and leaves covered the wall and they’d pulled the effect together by using the chocolate brown, green and cream of the wallpaper with the other furnishings.

  The sturdy wooden king-size bed dominated the room. Sliding doors connected the room with the garden and there was an en suite, although Fletch preferred the main bathroom with its huge, open wet room area. Gaby preferred it too with the double showerheads and efficient ventilation system that meant she could shower and apply makeup in the one place.

  A moan escaped one of the men and Gaby smiled. Time to interrupt their kissing otherwise they’d never get anything done. “Hey, couldn’t you have kept your erections by using your own hands?”

  They parted like a pair of newly released springs. A trace of red appeared on Liam’s face while Fletch stared at her without inflection.

  “He dared me,” Liam blurted.

  Her brows rose and she sauntered up to the bed. “Do you accept all his dares?”

  The two men exchanged a smirk. “Pretty much,” Liam confessed. “He’s a bad influence.”

  “Yeah, right. I broke my arm when I jumped off the roof dressed as Superman. Your idea,” Fletch countered.

  “Okay.” Gaby picked up her clipboard before grabbing two sample condoms. “I want to test these unfurl properly and also fit.”

  “You’re gonna touch our dicks?” Liam asked, frowning.

  “That’s the usual way sex goes,” Gaby said. “Parts touch and create friction. I want to make sure the contact is the good kind. Who’s first?”

  “I’ll go first,” Fletch said. “What happens if I get a bit enthusiastic?”

  “You should know how to hold your shit together by now,” Liam said, challenge in his deep tones. “We can always bet on who loses control under Gaby’s skilled hands first.”

  Gaby snorted and consulted her clipboard.

  “She reminds me of a prim schoolmistress when she wears her glasses,” Fletch said.

  “‘She is in the room with you.” Gaby handed her clipboard to Liam. “Move over so I can straddle Fletch’s legs.” This situation was something she’d never imagined in all their years of friendship, yet it didn’t feel wrong. Her instincts weren’t screaming at her to run in the opposite direction and spending time with Liam and Fletch was taking her mind off Marc.

  Bother, she hadn’t meant to think about him. She wouldn’t. “Are you ready for me to touch you?”

  “Hell yeah.”

  “Then why do you look so nervous?” Liam’s gaze held distinct challenge.

  “You’re both staring at my cock. I’m starting to feel self-conscious.”

  “I’ll make it quick and painless,” Gaby promised, trying not to snicker at the caution on his face. “Liam, write this down for me please. Sample BCD5.” She knew the perfect way to reward him. “I’m going to touch you. Okay?”

  “Yeah.” Fletch didn’t sound too confident.

  She wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him, watching his face carefully at the same time.

  “Fuck,” Fletch said, arching up into her grip.

  Gaby continued for several more strokes, letting him become used to her touch. She made a tsking sound. “Guys are so easy.”

  “We like sex,” Liam said. “Nothing wrong with that.” He watched the glide of her hand—up and down, up and down as if mesmerized.

  Fletch glared at her when she stopped the motion. “I was enjoying that.”

  “Patience, grasshopper.” Gaby slipped the condom from the sealed wrapper and popped it between her lips. She sensed the guys’ shock but concentrated on the condom and the taste. Not bad. At least it didn’t have the rubbery, latex-type taste many condoms held. She’d managed to get that right. Bending over Fletch’s groin, she held his cock in one hand and, using her mouth and lips, rolled the condom into place.

  “Wow, that’s a talent, Gaby.” Fletch sighed his pleasure, moaning when she applied suction. “Man, you should feel the heat from Gaby’s mouth. The latex doesn’t deaden sensation much.”

  Gaby gave him one final swipe, part of her wishing she could taste him instead of the condom. She lifted her head and winked at Liam. “That’s one tick for the chart.”

  “Why are we testing condoms first? I thought you wanted to trial sex toys,” Liam said.

  “Liam, can you note down the latex tastes okay and there’s no appreciable loss of sensation.” Gaby turned to Fletch. “Any other comments to add?”

  “Yeah, can we move this along?”

  Gaby ignored his complaint. “My thoughts were these ultrathin condoms form part of a package especially for Christmas. A package for lovers or for the one you love. The condoms would be in red and green. A bottle of the lube would be included plus the
sex toy with the basic attachment. The other attachments come as extras and can be purchased separately.”

  Fletch rolled his eyes. “Great. She’s gonna make the dicks of New Zealand men look like candy canes.” He was only pretending affront, teasing as usual.

  “You guys have themes in your decorating,” Gaby said.

  “Why would we care if we’re gonna get off?” Liam checked the clipboard and jotted down the points she’d mentioned. “What’s next?”

  “Your turn.” Gaby plucked another condom from her box.

  “Let me,” Fletch said.

  Gaby stared at Fletch before turning to study Liam. “What’s going on with you two today?”

  “Gaby can do it,” Liam said.

  “Aw, you’re hurting my feelings.”

  A tic sprang to life in Liam’s jaw. His eyes narrowed on Fletch and he wasn’t smiling. “Gaby can do it.”

  Fletch did laugh, as if he were joking, but she caught a hint of hurt on his face before his normal good humor slid into place.

  Gaby climbed off Fletch and moved across the bed to where Liam was standing. He’d lost all trace of an erection. She climbed off the bed and kneeled in front of him. Something was definitely going on between the boys. Twice, she’d watched them kiss and they’d both appeared into the intimacy. Having her as a buffer might help them find each other, make them more willing to adventure into the taboo area of sex between two men.

  If exploration was what they wanted.

  She lifted her head and licked down his flaccid cock. Her fingers stroked his balls while she nibbled his abdomen and teased him. His musky outdoor scent filled every breath as she explored him. To her relief, he responded quickly to her ministrations. She licked the length of his cock again, doing a teasing pass over the ruddy crown. When a drop of pre-come beaded at his slit, she licked it clean. Slowly, she pulled away and rocked back on her heels to glance up at him. “Okay?”

  “Yeah.” It was a husky sound. “More?”

  Gaby grinned and reached for the condom. “I’ll do my mouth trick another time. I want to check the fit as I roll the condom on for you.”

  This condom was a leafy green. A grin formed as she rolled the latex down the length of his penis.

  Fletch let out a snigger. “He looks like an alien.”

  “I wouldn’t cast stones if I were you. You’re sporting a candy cane.”

  “Stop bickering,” Gaby said. “Okay, how does that feel? How does this condom stack up against the ones you’re using at the moment?” She paused to take Liam into her mouth to let him feel the heat of her mouth through the latex. She licked and sucked until a tremble racked him. His cock lengthened even farther, and a second tremor worked through his muscular body. His hands drifted down to cup her skull, holding her in place and tugging at her hair. A surge of lust speared through her at his rough handling. Liam was always a little quieter than Fletch and not as outgoing. His urgency both surprised and pleased her.

  It told her the sex between them would be hot, more than mere testing of Fancy Free products. Her stomach tightened as she hummed around his shaft, taking the teasing up a notch. With a final lick, she fought his grip and pulled away the instant he released her.

  She grinned up at him. “How is the condom?”

  “Great,” Liam said. “Almost as if I’m wearing nothing.”

  “How robust are they?” Fletch asked from where he reclined on the bed.

  “That’s what we’re about to find out. On the bed.”

  “She’s ordering us around,” Fletch said.

  Gaby turned away to hide her smile and pulled out a plain plastic bottle of lube. One of her inventions. The vibrator came out next along with a bag of attachments. She extracted the basic one and clicked it into place. Then, with a deep breath to help contain the renewed burst of nerves, she stripped off rapidly, returned to the bed and crawled between the two men.

  “Pretty,” Fletch said, openly admiring her figure.

  She handed her precious vibe and the lube to Fletch, waiting in clear expectation for him to switch on the toy or ask questions.

  “You expect us to start straightaway? Don’t we get hands-on privileges?” Liam asked. “You checked us out.”

  Gaby controlled her blush with difficulty, she who seldom blushed. “You’ll be touching me.” A surge of excitement pulsed inside her, the pressure of arousal sliding through her lower body. Somehow, she didn’t think she’d need the lube.

  “I can’t decide where to touch first. You’re beautiful, Gaby.” Liam’s gaze was like the warm stroke of fingers as he studied her.

  “You’ve seen me in a bikini.”

  “Yeah, but we didn’t get the full effect,” Fletch said, setting her vibrator and lube aside.

  Gaby raised her brows, valiantly attempting to control the escalation of arousal. She wanted to jump them. She dampened further, turning liquid deep inside at the idea of them jumping her.

  Liam waded in with his opinion. “Gaby, we’re guys. We see a beautiful woman and we wonder. It’s our nature.”

  “So you keep saying. Let’s get started. I’ve clicked the basic attachment on for you. Check to see if the removal is instinctive. Tell me what you think of the workmanship. Is it robust enough? I’d like to discover if you guys can work the vibrator and the attachments without me giving you instructions.”

  Fletch waggled a forefinger at her in a chiding manner. “You can’t expect us to jump right into sex without any foreplay. I thought women liked foreplay.”

  “But this isn’t regular lovemaking,” she protested.

  “Aren’t we meant to be simulating the real thing?” Fletch shot back.

  His logic took her aback. She was offering no-strings sex where they didn’t have to romance her or exert themselves much in the way of foreplay. All she required was a body to do what she requested when she demanded. Having two such bodies at her disposal was a bonus, but she hadn’t expected them to prove difficult. Men liked sex and were like dogs wagging their tails when a woman offered.

  “We should do this right,” Liam said in a firm voice.

  She shrugged. Men mystified her—they truly did. “All right. Do your worst.”

  “Our worst? Gaby, we’re good at this,” Fletch said, showing signs of an insulted male.

  “You should be,” she retorted. “Between the pair of you, you’ve been through most of Sloan’s single women.”

  “You asked for our help.” Liam rolled away from her to glower.

  Yes, she had, and she was beginning to regret her request. “There’s not much happening at present. You’ll both deflate at this pace, undoing my good work.”

  “That’s it,” Fletch said. “Not another word or we’ll gag you.”

  She started to reply but found her words blocked by his mouth. They emerged as unintelligible garble. Instead of taking or thrusting his tongue past her mouth and giving her an excuse to shove him off the bed, he cajoled. He licked and nibbled and sampled her mouth as if it were an expensive delicacy.

  At her side, Liam started his own explorations. He brushed a trail of kisses over her shoulder and down her arm. They were delicate kisses, light as a butterfly’s wing until, without warning, he changed it up. He bit the fleshy part of her arm, hard enough to jolt her. Gaby groaned into Fletch’s mouth, the shard of pain echoing in her pussy. Fletch took advantage, deepening the intimacy, tasting her with quick forays of his tongue.

  Oh, these men were good.

  They played her body like a musical instrument. Gaby released the last of her residual tension and let them do as they wanted. She let the pleasure rain down on her and forgot about testing her vibrator.

  Liam continued to kiss his way down her arm until he reached the sensitive skin of her wrist. He pressed his lips to the base of her palm where her hand and wrist met. A shiver worked through her. The sensations grew, layering one upon another. Nothing but kisses, yet the arousal soared through her, making her pussy bloom and her breasts s
well with tenderness. She wanted their mouths on her breasts. No, that wasn’t right. She actively craved their touch.

  Marc’s casual dismissal had wounded her more than she cared to admit. But now, Fletch and Liam were soothing her pain, stoking fires both inside and out. Oh yes. She couldn’t wait for them to fill the empty places inside her. Their attention might be a fleeting thing, but she’d take what they offered.

  A win-win situation all the way around.

  Chapter Five

  The verdict? Even better than he’d expected and they’d scarcely started. Fletch pulled away from kissing Gaby and absently smoothed a curl from her face as he cocked his head to learn what Liam was up to. He witnessed Liam suck one of Gaby’s fingers into his mouth. Despite the innocence of the touch, Fletch’s heart kicked into a crazy beat. The rhythmic hollowing of Liam’s cheeks, the pause when Fletch imagined the swish of tongue translated to blatant eroticism. He imagined his cock in Liam’s mouth while he caressed and teased pleasure from Gaby. Yes.

  The three of them together worked perfectly, and this was just the start.

  It was the sexiest thing—Liam’s focus on Gaby giving Fletch the luxury of being able to stare without the need of censorship. A quick glance at Gaby reassured him. Eyelids screened her sight, her body slack with pleasure.

  His two best friends. Soon his lovers. He hoped he didn’t fuck up and give either of them a reason to bolt. Fletch ran a finger over Gaby’s mouth, silently marveling at her softness. Liam’s lips were soft too, but the contrast of stubble made their kisses different.

  He turned his attention to her breasts and, unable to help himself, he wet his forefinger and drew a circle around one nipple. As he watched, it contracted, pulling tight.

  “Would you like me to suck you, sweetheart?” He whispered the words, breathing warm air against the whorl of her ear at the same time. “Would you like me to suck in time with Liam?”

  “Yes,” she said, her reply not much more than a moan of assent.

  “It will be my pleasure,” he assured her.

  A glance at Liam showed him his friend was watching him with a heated expression. The attention leaped straight to Fletch’s dick. Hell, every naughty idea and feeling he’d suffered for the last six months fired to life with vengeance. All the cold showers and the furtive masturbating, the guilt and self-loathing for wanting the impossible had nipped at him, jeered and bashed away his inner protection.