Naughty Wishes Part IV

by Joey W. Hill

  Leaning down, Geoff spoke into Chris's ear, his tone a rough threat. "Next time you're out in the yard, and you see her in one of her pretty, thin dresses, no panties and no bra, so all you can think about is sucking on those cherry nipples or eating her pussy, are you going to stare at her like you did today? Let your dick get disgracefully hard, even though you know she belongs to me?"

  Chris drew in a breath as Geoff punctuated the comment with a deeper thrust. "Hell yeah," he muttered. "Every damn time."

  Geoff grinned, a baring of teeth. "That's what I thought. Your head's as hard as your dick." He seized Chris's hair and jerked his head back, startling Sam. Chris snarled another oath, fingers whitening on the table edge. "And why will you do that, Chris?" Geoff demanded.

  Chris's gaze met Sam's. "Because she's mine, too."

  "That's right." Geoff's fingers relaxed. "Exactly right."

  As Sam let out an unconsciously held breath, Geoff stroked Chris's hair, moving down the valley of his spine. He pressed his mouth between Chris's shoulder blades as his hips lifted and fell. The rhythm moved the table beneath her touch, causing a scraping noise against the linoleum. Chris's fingers flexed again, responding to every thrust.

  She couldn't help herself. She was up off her heels, pressing soft kisses to his parted lips, capturing his panting breaths, her lips moving to his eyes, his cheeks, fingers sliding into his hair over Geoff's.

  Geoff closed his eyes then as if turning his focus inward, slowing things down. He settled into an even slower in-and-out motion. It looked as if he was pressing in deep as he could on each thrust, holding a beat before slowly pulling back and then doing the same thing over again. Sam wished they had a mirror on the wall of the kitchen. She'd like to be behind Geoff, watching his ass flex and pump as he thrust into Chris. But she was equally mesmerized by the look on Chris's face. His arousal had gone subterranean, deep inside him, and she understood that soul-level response, a reaction far beyond words.

  Role-playing was done. Kissing Chris's hand again, she played her tongue over each of his fingers. She lifted off her heels, intending once again to lean over the table between his spread hands and put her lips against his, swallow those appealing quiet grunts. Several inches from her goal, she stopped and looked up at Geoff, remembering herself.

  "May I kiss him?"

  Chris's expression suggested he had a mixed reaction to her decision to defer to Geoff, but disagreement wasn't part of that response.

  "You may. If you apologize for not asking the first time."

  Despite his admonishment, Geoff showed his approval for her taking that initiative. It shot warmth through her core. Perhaps one of the best things about all of this was that they were exploring it together, so many moments new for each of them.

  "Yes sir. I'm sorry for not asking before."

  "Apology accepted."

  She stretched out over the table, her breasts pressing between Chris's elbows, and touched her mouth to his. Lifting one hand from the table edge, Chris gripped the side of her head, fingers overlapping jaw, nape and throat to hold her fast. He might be under Geoff's command, but he left no doubt she was under both of theirs. He parted her lips and invaded her mouth with his lashing tongue, letting her feel the storm Geoff was creating inside him. She became part of their rise-and-fall movement as he held her, the table trembling and squeaking beneath them. She felt Geoff's every thrust in her own womb.

  Chris broke the kiss, moving to her throat, her shoulder, and put his teeth there, an erotic claiming as Geoff reached under him to work Chris's cock. "God, you feel so fucking good . . ." Geoff muttered.

  When Geoff started to come, Chris's teeth dug into her shoulder, his breath rasping against her as she wound her arms over his taut shoulders. Then harsh groans spilled from him, along with his seed. His climax was so violent it splattered on the linoleum, some of it baptizing her knees. She laid her head on Chris's shoulder, holding on to both of them by holding on to one.

  Geoff kept emphasizing she was theirs, which she loved, but in truth, it worked in every direction. They were all hers as well.

  Geoff slowed, breathing deep. He put his palm on Chris's back, then moved his touch to Sam's head, a caress for them both. "Let's move into the living room. Someone call nine-one-one to get us there," he added.

  "You know, there may be a logical reason that threesomes are not the norm," Chris said, his voice muffled in Sam's shoulder. "Like the limits of physical endurance."

  Geoff chuckled and helped him up. Sam reluctantly slid her arms from around Chris's shoulders. Geoff wrapped his own around the broader man, steadying them both. "I'm looking at it as a new exercise regimen," Geoff said. "It takes time to build up to it, but once you do, you'll just want more."

  "You're the running addict. Like a rabbit," Chris pointed out. "I'm the manual laborer, the turtle. Slow and steady wins the race."

  "Slow and steady has no cardio endurance."

  "Only for sprinting. You whine like a girl whenever you pitch in with Esteban's crew for extra money and do half a day's work."

  "Like a girl?" Sam protested. Chris tossed her a logy look.

  "Give me a break. I don't have the brain cells for a PC analogy." Chris sobered then, his gaze coursing over her. She had her arms crossed on the surface of the table, her chin propped on them as she watched their every move together with fascinated eyes. "Did you like watching that?" he asked roughly.

  "Yes. I've fantasized about a whole lot more than just you two kissing."

  It was clear he'd worried she'd think him weak, letting Geoff take him like that. The power exchange between them was still a work in process.

  She didn't mind having a front-row seat to seeing that happen, but she had some worries about it. That Geoff was a Dom, there was no question. Chris could exercise Dom tendencies, but he wasn't a Master like Geoff was. He also wasn't a submissive like her, eager to surrender to the two men she loved and trusted.

  As Geoff let the need to dominate seize him, would he pull Chris into the same submissive mix indiscriminately? If he did, would that cause problems between the two men? When he first put Chris down on the table, she'd sensed that possibility. She wasn't sure if it had fit Chris's desires entirely, but he hadn't resisted Geoff too strenuously, either. He might have, except for her putting her hands on him. So had she helped or hindered Chris's true desires by doing that?

  She had no immediate answers, so she had to put her faith in two truths. Geoff cared for them both, enough that he would draw back if needed. And Chris had a far more stubborn will than most people realized, until they ran up against it.

  "See? It's her fault, her and her fantasies." Geoff brought her back with the outrageous comment. He squeezed Chris's shoulder. "Her active female imagination is going to kill us. Living room. My knees aren't going to hold me up much longer."

  "Want me to carry you?" Chris tipped his head, his expression a little easier now.

  "As if you could." Geoff bent, picked up Chris's pants and tossed them at him as he pulled his own jeans back up. He gave Chris the room to do the same, though Sam noticed Geoff stayed close enough so he could steady his friend if needed. Once he was sure Chris had his balance, Geoff came around the table, offered her a hand to help her off her knees. As he ran a light hand down her hair and her back, her Master gave her an assessing Are you okay? look.

  She smiled to reassure both him and herself. No matter how sappy it was, she did believe love was strong enough to work its way through anything. Since she was fiercely in love with both of them, she was armed and ready for whatever came their way.

  As soon as they all had another nap. And some form of carbs. Preferably those cookies she'd been too worn-out to eat last night. If Chris had left her any.

  ***

  "Here. Take these." Flo put two Aleve and a Dove dark chocolate bite in its bright red wrapper on Sam's desk, next to her open can of Diet Coke. "You're moving like you're ninety."

  "I think I wept during Downwa
rd Dog at yoga this morning," Sam confessed. She wagged a finger at Flo. "Do not smirk."

  "Don't give me orders, little sub." Flo flicked Sam's ear with her long nails, but she softened it with a light touch on Sam's hair. Then she smirked. "So things went as planned after I dropped you off?"

  "Yes. But I'm having to rethink the plan. I wanted to get them on the same page, feeling comfortable with all of us . . . being together." Out of habit, Sam glanced toward her office door, making sure none of their other coworkers were wandering by to hear their assistant manager discussing her sex life. "Apparently, them being on the same page means they're happy doing it one-on-one and as a threesome. They're insatiable."

  "They're men. Handsome, powerful young men at their sexual peak." Flo shuddered. "You poor thing."

  "Your sympathy is bringing tears to my eyes. Again. I think the plan is out of my hands now."

  "Then all is as it should be," Flo intoned, and dodged her jabbing elbow. "I've got to get back to my desk. Take the painkiller and chocolate to get you through the rest of Monday."

  As Flo retreated, chuckling, Sam tossed back the Aleve and chased them with a swallow of Diet Coke. Unwrapping the Dove bite, she placed the smooth chocolate on her tongue, her lips curving slightly at the taste and . . . well, everything. Despite Flo's teasing and her own complaints, she wouldn't have traded a moment of her weekend. And yet . . .

  She stared sightlessly at the screen as her mind dove backward into all the amazing experiences they'd shared over the past forty-eight hours. Geoff's intent gaze, Chris's hands sliding over her skin, them inside her, around her . . . It had been the erotic bliss she'd fantasized about for months. Glancing down at her hands, she turned them upward, staring at her palms. They looked so empty, as if she needed to be holding onto Geoff and Chris physically to be . . . right. She shook her head, trying to get rid of the feeling. She'd had it several times this past weekend, but it kept coming back. She thought Geoff had picked up on it once or twice, giving her odd looks, but he'd left it alone and she hadn't wanted to talk about it. She hadn't wanted to ruin anything with some weirdness she couldn't define.

  Today, when they'd had to turn their attention back to work and real-world demands, she'd expected the feeling to vanish, but as the morning progressed and she struggled with her reports, it came and went more frequently, an urgency that pricked at her until she couldn't sit still. The uncomfortable tides of emotion and physical agitation made her feel slightly hysterical one moment, close to tears another. But when it passed, everything else was a humming euphoria, it had to be a temporary thing.

  When it had happened during the weekend, all she'd wanted to do was jump whichever one of them was available. Pounding, insistent sex appeased it for a time. She should have talked about it to Flo, and couldn't pinpoint why she hadn't.

  Stop it. You have to work. You remember work, right? That thing that allows you to pay your bills.

  She shook it off, but compromised. For every fifteen minutes she worked, she indulged in a two minute fantasy flashback. As soon as it gave way to that strange, less comfortable feeling, she forced her attention back to the job. It didn't result in a terribly productive day, but she supposed the silly grin Flo kept seeing on her face for the fantasy part of things provided her coworker some Monday morning levity. And kept her from noticing the other, darker feeling Sam was unable to comprehend.

  At least by quitting time, Flo's Aleve and chocolate had helped restore her energy and flexibility. As she pulled into the driveway and got the mail from the box, Sam was moving more easily. She flipped through the mail, mostly bills and junk, and found a hand-addressed lavender envelope from Naughty Bits. Opening it up, she smelled a hint of jasmine. Reading through the contents, she smiled, making a note to share the invitation with her men.

  Her men. She liked thinking of them that way. Curiously, though, when she thought of Geoff alone, she simply thought Master. She'd even doodled it on her notepad while on the phone resolving an account problem today. Sir came more easily to her in front of Chris, though she wasn't sure why she was self-conscious about calling Geoff Master with Chris watching.

  She paused in the kitchen, clutching the mail to her chest, overcome with a longing for the two of them so hard it almost made her lightheaded. "Stop it," she whispered. She knew there was something wrong with the strength and tone of that feeling. It was like the exuberance of a child confronted with pounds of candy and no parent to supervise how much was consumed. Over time, that ebullience would give way to uncertainty and unbalance, as well as a weird, unsettling panic, as if tipping over an edge with nothing to hold. A blind search for structure, safety and control needed would be accompanied by a serious sugar crash.

  She wanted to keep consuming the candy, but she was an adult. She knew how to tell herself no, right? Yet she resisted that idea like a child, resentful that too much candy could make her sick. She was going to keep eating it until someone told her no . . .

  Well, someone had said no, hadn't they? She wondered if that was the root of what was bugging her. At the end of the weekend, Geoff had suggested no sex or sexual activity for the next several days, giving them a mental breather to wrap their minds around what had happened thus far. Which she'd agreed to, in theory, though her assent had felt hollow to her. They needed to keep pushing this. Didn't they see that, feel that, the way she did?

  She shook her head. Even if she had talked to Flo about it, she wasn't sure how she would have presented it. Her mind was cycling like an engine caught in a higher gear, with no way to downshift. Then suddenly it switched off again, leaving her achy and uncertain. Strangely empty.

  Fortunately her phone distracted her from the dilemma, with a beep tone that told her she'd received a text from Chris or Geoff.

  When she opened it, she saw Geoff had sent one to them both. Hey, Merry's got a free overnight for us at her Bat Cave place. The one with the crazy decorating and hot tub. Fri-Sat, just the three of us. Sound good?

  Chris had sent a thumbs-up emoticon, and she did the same. They'd gone up to Bat Cave before. The quaint little North Carolina town was in the shadow of Chimney Rock. However, on their previous trips they'd been there with Merry and her husband. This would be the first time they'd have the place to themselves, under their new circumstances.

  She frowned. Circumstances. When people talked about a threesome, they thought of something temporary, a fling or fantasy come to life. She thought of what Chris had said, joking about the unrelenting demands of three-way sex. But that wasn't the main obstacle to thinking of a threesome as . . . a relationship. A permanent one. Society, emotions, jealousy . . . hell, tax returns. Things weren't set up for three people to be bonded, were they?

  Going into her bedroom with a fruit snack, she sat down at her computer and pulled up the FetLife website, one of the more reputable lifestyle forums. She typed in polyamory. That was the term Flo's friends used, the ones Sam had met when Flo took her to their private parties.

  From listening to their discussions, she knew swinging was categorized differently from polyamory. Yet polyamory had its own subcategories. Three or more polyamorous partners whose connections were primarily sexual were still considered different from swinging because the connections were long-term and consistent, though it appeared the lines could be blurred. Then there was further overlap with three or more partners who shared lives as married couples did, which could include child care, living together and providing emotional support as well as physical intimacy. While it reassured Sam to know her questions weren't unique, the different opinions offered on the forum thread made her head spin.

  Throw in the BDSM elements, and it became even more complex. There were plenty of permutations of Masters, subs, slaves, domestic discipline households and the like. As she read through different postings, she found some of it matched what she knew about her, Geoff and Chris, and some of it didn't. Did it have to fit, or was it like an ocean, with all different types of life and ecosystems that work
ed as a part of the whole? She liked thinking of it that way.

  The funny thing was, she was a traditional girl. She'd always thought of a relationship as falling in love, getting married, maybe having kids. How did that work if she was in love with two men? What would her parents and siblings think? She wouldn't spend her life hiding who she loved. She was part of a practical, up-front family, and she couldn't see herself pretending to be something she wasn't with them, no matter their initial disapproval or negative reactions. They loved her and she loved them; hence, they'd work around to acceptance or at least tolerance in time. They all knew Geoff and Chris, and her parents liked them both a lot. Even though they'd initially had mixed feelings about her living with two men, they'd seemed okay with it when they understood it was a roommates situation. Though her mother had nudged her in Chris's direction. Then Geoff's. Or maybe both?

  Sam grinned, remembering the conversation she'd had with her mother on the Fourth of July. They'd been at Sam's parents' house for their annual picnic, and she and her mother were replenishing bowls of food her dad, her brothers, Chris and Geoff had demolished like locusts.

  "That Chris is one nice young man," her mother said, filling up the potato salad bowl anew. "A hard worker, and kind. Kind is important." She gave Sam a significant look.

  "So's a really nice butt." Sam elbowed her mom with a grin. "Both he and Geoff have that."

  "That's true enough." Her mother sniffed. "But you already know love is more than a nice body."

  "Maybe, but if I agree, you'll go into full-blown matchmaking. You don't like Geoff?"

  "I like them both. There's just . . . Geoff can be a little intimidating at times. I'm not sure if he'd be the best long-term partner." Her mother had paused thoughtfully. "But he's smart, and I'm sure he'll be successful. And there's a sharpness to him that says he'd always take being the head of a family very seriously. Sometimes Chris is a little too . . . unfocused. Not in a bad way. I think he'll just need people in his life to give him direction and purpose." She sighed. "Too bad you can't just put the best parts of both of them together. Then you'd be all set. If you were interested in either one of them, that is."