Share Me (One Night with Sole Regret)

by Cunning, Olivia

  She couldn’t lie, even if it did mean she might have more in store for her. “I was more than satisfied. And it feels absolutely amazing to be touched like this after having been confined,” she said quietly. She liked it almost as much as the mind blowing orgasm she was still relishing.

  “You’ll sleep very well,” Kellen promised.

  “I am sleepy now,” she admitted.

  She felt the weariness to her very bones.

  And despite her best intentions, her eyes drifted closed.

  Chapter Nine

  Kellen continued to unwind ropes and massage flesh long after Lindsey had fallen asleep. He could feel Owen’s troubled gaze on him, but he pretended he was still working through his ritual. When had it become a way to be closer to his best friend? And why were the best orgasms of his life always at Owen’s hand? He wasn’t attracted to Owen. He didn’t get aroused when he was around him or anything. It had to be a completely tactile response of his body. Nothing emotional behind it. Should he tell Owen that or just keep those thoughts to himself?

  “I want some hot chocolate,” Owen said. “Can you finish this on your own?”

  Kellen forced himself to look up at Owen. He hoped his smile didn’t appear as forced as it felt. “Yeah, I’m fine. Almost finished. Unless you want to retrieve her anal plug for me.”

  Owen grinned and Kellen took an unlabored breath. He hadn’t realized how constricted his chest had become until Owen’s easy smile had lifted some of the emotional burden.

  “Sounds like a job for Adam,” Owen said. “He’s the one who loves ass.”

  Kellen really didn’t want to make things weird between himself and Owen. So what if his orgasms were less intense when he finished himself at his own hand. Kellen had to stop encouraging Owen to touch him. Had to stop touching Owen in return. That’s all there was too it.

  “You can call Adam in here if you want,” Kellen said.

  Owen shook his head. “You aren’t attracted to me. Are you?”

  Leave it to Owen to throw it all out there in the open. Kellen shook his head. “No. I honestly never think of you in a sexual capacity.”

  Owen released a deep breath. “Thank God. I don’t think of you that way either. Why then… Why do we both get off so hard that way? I come so hard when you jerk me off.”

  “Strong hands?”

  “I guess,” Owen said and nodded. “The other guys don’t know about this, do they?”

  “Not unless you told them.”

  “I can keep a secret if you can.”

  “Yeah, but can she?”

  They both paused in their massage to gaze down at the sleeping girl. She looked so innocent in sleep. So exhausted. Kellen felt a renewed stirring in his groin. One he absolutely did not feel when he thought of Owen. It was a relief, yet he felt a little weird about it. Kellen would have probably felt less weird about getting off at his best friend’s hand if he were attracted to him. At least then it would make sense.

  He just couldn’t bring himself to let a woman get him off. Not yet. He should probably move on with his life. Find someone to love. Sara would have wanted that for him. She’d told him as much the last time they’d made love. The last time he’d made love, period.

  “You’re thinking about her again,” Owen said.

  Kellen swallowed the lump in his throat and returned his attention to massaging Lindsey’s hand. She sighed in her sleep and his heart warmed. He wished he could love someone like her. He wished he could love anyone. Six years was long enough to grieve for Sara. It was much longer than the time he’d had with her.

  “I think she’ll always be there,” Kellen said. “Sara.”

  “I’m pretty sure that’s why you can’t bring yourself to, you know.” Owen’s eyes flicked towards Lindsey’s shaven mound. “Dam the beaver with your stick.”

  Kellen’s brow crumpled. “That doesn’t even make sense, Owen. You don’t dam beavers.”

  Owen chuckled. “I do.”

  Kellen could still taste Lindsey’s sweet pussy and yeah, things were definitely stirring down below at the thought, but he didn’t want enter her shapely body. He didn’t want to be wrapped in her arms. He didn’t want to move inside her and stare down into her big blue eyes, because even though Lindsey resembled Sara, she wouldn’t be Sara. She could never be Sara. Sara was dead.

  “I’m all sorts of fucked up in the head,” Kellen murmured.

  “Hey, it’s alright. No one knows, but me,” Owen said.

  Kellen chuckled. “I guess that’s some consolation.”

  “Maybe if you tried again, you could do it this time. Instead of thinking of Sara while you bang the chick, you could think about my hand.” Owen lifted his eyebrows suggestively and wriggled his fingers at him. “I know how much it turns you on.”

  Kellen might have taken offense if he hadn’t known Owen was fucking with him. He laughed harder. “What? Are you tired of having to get me off, Owen?”

  “Not as long as you reciprocate.” Owen’s face split into a wide grin. “We are a couple of fucking perverts, aren’t we?”

  “Hey, whatever feels good and God knows I need the release.”

  “I’m really ready for some hot chocolate now. Do you want some?”

  Kellen shook his head. “I’ll be out later. I need a few minutes to get my head on straight.”

  Owen climbed from the bed and slipped into his jeans. “I’m going to hold you to that. No lying back here, holding some girl you don’t know, feeling all depressed and lonely.”

  Kellen chuckled. The man knew him too well. He didn’t know what he would do with himself without Owen in his life, reminding him to keep living. Or try to.

  Chapter Ten

  Owen left Kelly with Lindsey and entered the main corridor of the bus. Tex was near the driver’s seat, cussing at his cell phone for having no service. With a candy cane dangling from his mouth, Gabe was back to reading his physics book, his attention drifting intermittently to Shade-and-company in the chair beside him. Adam was picking at his guitar strings with a distant look on his face. Shade was still seated in the recliner with the red rope still binding his forearms together. The main difference between now and when Owen had last saw him was that Shade’s fly was wide open and his stiff cock was down the throat of Lindsey’s friend.

  When Owen closed the door behind himself, the girl looked up from her task and let Shade’s cock pop free from her lush lips. “Are you all done with the bed? I’m all sorts of horny right now. I don’t think this guy is ever gonna come.”

  “Not if you stop sucking it, I won’t,” Shade said.

  She glared up at him from her kneeling position on the floor. “If you don’t shut your mouth, I’m gonna knock your ass to the floor and sit on your face.”

  Owen laughed. He loved this chick’s attitude. He found several cups of cold cocoa on the counter and popped one in the microwave.

  “Is Lindsey okay?” the girl asked.

  “She’s resting. Kellen’s giving her a massage.”

  “She sure didn’t sound like she was getting no massage twenty minutes ago.”

  “That must have been when I was fucking her,” Owen said. “I think she liked my cock piercing. She has a really sensitive G-spot.” He grinned. The microwave beeped and he removed his cup. He grabbed a spoon out of the drawer and stirred the contents of his mug before taking a cautious sip of the scalding liquid.

  “Vanessa?” Shade murmured.

  Vanessa tore her interested gaze from Owen’s crotch and looked up at Shade.

  “Are you going to finish what you started or talk to Owen?”

  She pouted. “My jaw is tired.”

  “Then mount up and ride it.”

  She eyed Shade’s huge erection with concern. “You don’t expect me to take off my pants and do you out here in front of everyone, do you?”

  “You didn’t seem to have a problem with our presence when you were trying to suck him off,” Gabe said without looking up from his
book.

  “If you untie me, I’ll help you out of those pants,” Shade said.

  “I like you tied,” Vanessa said. “That’s what got me so hot and bothered in the first place.”

  “Yeah, well it’s keeping me from yanking your pants down around your knees, shoving your face into the sofa and fucking you doggie style,” Shade said, his voice tense, almost agonized.

  Still sipping his hot chocolate, which was sweet and absolutely delicious, Owen sat on the sofa in question. “You can bury your face in my lap while he fucks you,” Owen said. “I won’t mind.” He patted his thigh with his free hand and took another sip of his cocoa. He was just trying to get a rise out of her. She didn’t disappoint him.

  “You want my face in your lap after you just did my best friend? Don’t even go there.” Her eyes flicked to his lap. “Is your cock really pierced?”

  Owen nodded and reached for the top button of his fly.

  “Don’t take it out and show her,” Gabe complained. “One cock out in the main cabin is more than enough.”

  “I’ll just put Shade’s away then,” Vanessa said. Owen saw the teasing grin on her face as she turned to try to force Shade’s rock hard cock back into his pants. Owen liked this girl. Anyone who messed with Shade was okay in his book. “Why won’t this thing go down?” she complained and licked it from base to tip. “Maybe if I suck your balls…” If her goal was to get Shade to groan and twitch and rock his hips in excitement, then sucking his balls had been the right solution.

  Kellen came out of the bedroom. Owen offered him a wave, but he didn’t notice because he was gaping at Shade and the woman with Shade’s balls between her lush lips.

  “Fuck, Shade. Don’t you have any shame?” Kellen said, raking a hand through his long, black hair, which now hung loose around his shoulders. He only tied it back when he was going down on a lady.

  “No,” Shade gasped. “No shame. But the bedroom’s free now, Vanessa. Since you seem to have at least a little shame.”

  “Just a little,” she said and laughed. She climbed to her feet and grabbed the rope between Shade’s wrists, hauling him to feet.

  His loosened pants got caught on his thighs as he shuffled down the corridor to bedroom. Well, the bedroom was mostly free. Lindsey was still in there. She might sleep through the commotion however.

  Kellen rolled his eyes as Shade passed him. “I thought Gabe was going to untie you.”

  “I wouldn’t let him,” Vanessa said. “I like Shade helpless.”

  “I’ll show you helpless in a minute,” Shade said in a low growl.

  “Yeah, you,” she said, “helpless and flat on your back while I take that huge cock for a ride. And you aren’t allowed to come until I say you can.”

  Owen laughed. Yep, he really liked that woman’s spunk. He wasn’t sure how Shade felt about it however. He was sort of a control freak.

  “Untie me,” Shade insisted again.

  She hauled him into the bedroom, slapped his ass, and then shut the door.

  Kellen took one of the spare cups of hot chocolate on the counter and carried it toward the lounge area.

  “You gonna heat that up?” Owen asked him.

  He shook his head and took a sip. “I like it cool.”

  “I swear,” Tex said, “you five are the only guys I know who can find willing pussy in a deserted mountain pass during a blizzard.” Tex sat on the arm of the sofa with his cellphone clutched in one hand. “Still no service. I hope the equipment truck didn’t start up the mountain pass after they finished loading it. I tried to call and warn them to stay in the valley.”

  “They’ll close the pass if the roads are treacherous,” Gabe said. “They crew is probably more worried about us.”

  “We’re fine,” Owen said. “We have hot chocolate, a fake tree and the sounds of Shade fucking in the bedroom. What more could we ask for on Christmas Eve?”

  “Presents?” Adam said, setting his guitar aside, and rubbing his face with both hands. It was always tense when Shade and Adam were in the same room, but now that Shade had sojourned to the bedroom, some of the strain had left Adam’s body.

  Owen wished the two of them would have it out once and for all. But not tonight. Tonight was for celebrating family and love. And he might be stuck in a mountain pass with his band instead of visiting his parents, siblings, grandparents, aunts, uncles and dozens of cousins, but these guys were just as important to him as any blood relative.

  “Santa might leave some presents for you douchebags,” Owen said. Which reminded him that his Santa hat was trapped in the bedroom with Shade and the woman who was currently screaming, “tear that pussy up, tear it up, baby, tear it up,” and poor Lindsey. She couldn’t possibly still be sleeping through all that swearing Shade was doing.

  “There’ll be a world-wide coal shortage if Santa visits y’all,” Tex said and laughed like a demented Canadian goose until Owen shoved him off the arm of the sofa onto the floor.

  “I know for a fact that Santa won’t bring anyone coal,” Owen said. “But good little boys have to get to bed and fall asleep before midnight or Santa might bypass a certain stranded tour bus.”

  “Good little boys,” Tex said, rolling around on the floor laughing his ass off. Owen didn’t realize people actually did that.

  “Owen, did you get us presents?” Gabe asked. “We said we weren’t going to exchange gifts this year.”

  “I didn’t get you guys shit,” Owen said.

  “Good,” Adam said, “because we didn’t get you shit either.”

  “But I still believe in Santa,” Owen said. “Don’t you?”

  “I don’t know about Santa,” Kellen said, “but Shade sure is praising Jesus at the moment.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Lindsey’s eyes snapped open. Was there an earthquake? Why was the bed rocking so hard? And what were all of those rhythmic, wet noises coming from beside her? She turned her head and her breath immediately stalled in her throat. A pair of chocolate brown thighs belonging to her best friend straddled the hips of some pelvis she didn’t recognize. Vanessa was rising and falling over a thick, veined cock as if she were riding bareback broncos in a rodeo. Lindsey was completely engrossed with watching Vanessa’s flesh ebb and flow each time she took him deep inside and lifted her hips to slide up his shaft.

  “Did we wake you?” a deep voice said beside her.

  Shade? She lifted up onto one arm and looked down at his sardonic grin. She couldn’t see his eyes, because apparently he wore sunglasses even when he fucked. The Christmas lights were gone, but his arms were still bound before him with a red rope in a crisscrossing pattern from wrists to elbow. Lindsey immediately recognized Kellen’s handiwork and began to tremble at the memories of what glorious things he and Owen had done to her body earlier.

  “Sorry, girl,” Vanessa said. “I had to get a piece of this. Damn, this man is fine.”

  “I understand,” Lindsey said wearily and dropped back down on the mattress. Her body was so exhausted, so relaxed, so completely satisfied that she didn’t want to move and lose the feeling of tranquility that suffused every inch of her. Unfortunately, she couldn’t seem to stop watching Vanessa’s pussy working Shade’s cock, so the flesh between Lindsey’s thighs started to swell and pulsate with renewed need.

  “Your friend has a fantastic pussy,” Shade said conversationally.

  “Is that so?” Lindsey said.

  “Soft and lush. Like her sexy lips.”

  “You ever been with a black girl before?” Vanessa asked him.

  “A few,” he said. “I’ve found that fantastic pussy comes in all colors. Speaking of coming, can I come now?”

  “Not yet. I’m not finished.” For which Lindsey was oddly thankful. She was completely mesmerized by what was going on beside her.

  “You know what would be really hot,” Shade whispered into Lindsey’s ear.

  “Hmm?” she murmured lethargically.

  “If you moved up behind Va
nessa, wrapped your arms around her and held her tits while she rides me.”

  Lindsey’s eyes travelled up Vanessa’s naked body to her breasts. Lindsey had seen Vanessa nude numerous times in the past, but she’d never thought of her friend’s body as erotic. Or arousing. She also never thought she’d be so easily swayed by a man to obey his suggestion.

  Vanessa glanced over her shoulder as Lindsey moved to kneel behind her. “Do you want a turn?” Vanessa asked.

  Lindsey shook her head and kissed the warm, smooth skin of Vanessa’s shoulder. Vanessa’s back brushed Lindsey’s suddenly hard nipples as she continued to rise and fall over Shade. With trembling hands, Lindsey cupped Vanessa’s breasts. They were smaller than her own, their pointed tips pressed into her palms as Vanessa’s back arched and her head dropped back on Lindsey’s shoulder.

  “Is this okay?” she whispered to Vanessa.

  “It’s okay,” Vanessa said.

  Lindsey massaged Vanessa’s perky breasts, fascinated by the way the soft globes of flesh moved in her hands, how easy it was to make Vanessa moan by stroking her large nipples, how erotic the contrast of their flesh tones looked as she gave pleasure to her friend. Lindsey shifted so that Vanessa’s soft ass rubbed against her shaven mound each time she rose and fell over Shade. This was definitely getting her hot and bothered again. Lindsey churned her hips to rub her mound more firmly over Vanessa and her hands began to wander—down Vanessa’s slightly rounded tummy, over her hips, her thighs. What am I doing? Was she really going to touch her best friend there?

  Vanessa began to move faster over Shade. Faster. Seeking her climax. Lindsey wanted to help her find it.

  Lindsey’s fingers slipped between Vanessa’s swollen folds. She found Vanessa’s clit with two fingertips and rubbed it fast and hard, the way she rubbed herself when she masturbated. Within seconds, Vanessa’s body went taut before her, and Vanessa shuddered hard as she screamed through her orgasm.

  “This is not okay,” Lindsey said and yanked her hand away.