Brent nuzzled his face against the warmth of her neck as slivers of consciousness filtered through his mind. He kissed and licked her skin and slowly, it occurred to him that she tasted different. He loved this new taste and wanted to have more of it. Maybe it was the wine they’d drunk at dinner or the vanilla ice cream she’d wanted for dessert. Whatever it was, it was a heady flavor and he couldn’t get enough. His lips followed the strong column of her neck upward over her chin and settled on her mouth. Hmmm…the scent here was stronger and he wallowed in the dizzying sensations.
She even kissed differently. Her lips were firmer and her mouth was wider… He belatedly registered the strong back muscles under his caressing fingers and he came fully awake. Lindsey had never been one for the gym. His breath caught. Could it be…
Slowly and with trepidation pounding in his heart, he pulled back and opened his eyes. The light hurt and for a moment, he couldn’t see clearly. Then… God, it is. Rory was still more asleep than awake and he murmured a protest at Brent’s withdrawal. Looking at him, Brent’s heart beat even faster.
Rory’s blond hair was sexily tousled and his facial features, though relaxed in sleep, bore a strong hint of masculine sensuality that caused lust to pummel him. Brent had never had such a strong reaction to a guy before and the emergence of a new side to his own sexuality fascinated him. But no matter how much he wanted to kiss Rory again, he knew he wouldn’t do so without Rory’s consent.
The upcoming moment of truth filled him with fear and anxiety. He didn’t know how Rory would take knowing his best friend lusted after him. A cold, tight knot formed in his chest. He didn’t want to lose such a good friend, with whom he’d had close to thirty years of history, yet he couldn’t keep denying his own sexuality. Granted, he’d been playing the denial game for only a few months, but how long could he keep it up? It was no good reminding him that he could experiment with other guys. He wasn’t remotely interested in another guy. Only Rory.
And he had Lindsey to thank for placing them in this tableau—but he couldn’t decide if he was being sarcastic or grateful. Sometime during the night, Lindsey, who’d been sandwiched between them, had slipped down the bed, and now that he was fully awake, he could feel her hot breath on his chest.
Should he or should he not? He could explain that he thought he was kissing Lindsey, which was true. But then, he should take his hand away from where he was still caressing Rory’s arm.
He watched with bated breath as Rory’s eyelids flickered…
And that was when he realized he couldn’t bear to lose Rory’s friendship. He meant more to Brent than a night’s fuck.
Damn it, take your hand away!
But he couldn’t make himself move and then it was too late.
Rory’s eyes focused on him. He saw the moment full cognition hit his best friend and shock turned his blue eyes a shade darker, the same shock that Brent was sure still lingered in his own.
He wanted to close his eyes in mortification, to hide the passion that he knew was blazing from them. His skin felt clammy, his breathing turned shallow and yet…he suddenly realized it wasn’t just his own breathing that had turned fast and thin. For reasons of his own, Rory’s breath was coming in short pants and—Brent looked closer—was that desire in those blue depths?
He couldn’t be sure. But one thing he was certain was that there was definitely no revulsion there and he’d take it, by God he would.
What had started out as an accident would have to continue with threefold consent. He sighed and sat up, raking a hand through his hair. He shook Lindsey awake.
“What?” She blinked her emerald eyes rapidly. “Is it morning yet?”
“No. I need to talk with you, both of you.”
She stared up at the ceiling at their reflections. “Damn, how did I wriggle myself so far down the bed?” She heaved herself up until her head was beside Rory’s.
Looking at them with their faces beside each other, expectantly looking back at him, hurt. He didn’t know what her reaction would be and he didn’t want to lose her any more than he wanted to lose Rory.
She yawned and prompted. “Brent?”
“Recently, I found myself having…feelings that I’d never had before.” The intensity of Rory’s gaze unnerved him but he couldn’t look away, so he alternated his gaze between him and Lindsey. “I fought it for some time, believe me, but tonight, I couldn’t lie to myself again. I have always loved Rory as a friend, a brother but tonight, I realized I love him…with something more.”
“You want to make love with him,” Lindsey said baldly.
How accurate. “Well, yes,” he admitted, nonplussed. “How did you guess?”
Sitting up, she trailed a hand down his chest and aimed him a loving look. “You’re my husband. I know you more than you think.”
“Are you okay with that? With me wanting another man?” Brent was aware of Rory raising himself to a sitting position as well, but most of his focus was on his wife’s answer.
She countered, “Did you know I had fantasized about you two kissing? Like you, I want to watch,” she said with heartfelt sincerity. “You’ll be so hot together.”
He released the breath of relief he hadn’t known he was holding in, then anxiety kicked in again when he turned to Rory. “Buddy?”
Rory burst out, “Damn it, Brent, I—”
“I realize you’re shocked and need time to come to terms with this. I know how you’re feeling, because I’ve gone through it. But you should be able to answer me this. Do you want this or not? You can say ‘no’, Rory. If it’s just me projecting my wants on you and you thinking you have to satisfy me out of friendship, then forget it,” he said flatly.
Rory took his time answering, while Brent suffered the worst twenty seconds of his life. The quickly changing expressions on his best friend’s face was comical to see, if Brent were not anxious and scared. Finally, Rory sent them both a wry grin and opened his mouth but his answer was lost in the inner roar that drowned out Brent’s ears.
Brent’s heart pounded in uneven rhythm. “Come again?”
“Yes.” Rory’s grin turned wide and joyous. Infectious. Brent found himself smiling for no reason at all. “I want you, Brent, since way back in college—”
Lindsey gasped as Brent drew up in shock. “No way,” he said.
Rory nodded in confirmation. “I couldn’t tell you, for obvious reasons, one being that you’re not inclined that way while I’ve always liked men.”
“You sure kept that secret very well,” Brent said, still stunned.
“It wasn’t hard, especially when Lisa came into my life. I was deeply in love with her, to the exclusion of everything else. Then I lost her, and I wallowed in my grief and the men and women who shared my bed. I always went to No Holds Barred for that, so you wouldn’t have seen me outside with anyone, and…and while I’ve always wanted you, I value your friendship too much to act on something you might not want,” Rory admitted.
“And now?” Brent prompted.
“Now? I can’t wait to make my dreams a reality.”
Rory’s husky voice gave him the courage to inch his head closer to his best friend, slowly to make sure this was what they both wanted. Lindsey also scooted away to give them room. Brent’s caressing hand stroked in a smooth long line along his best friend’s spine. Rory didn’t move, just accepted his caress, granting him leave to explore at his pleasure. Brent appreciated that, because he was trembling—from excitement, nervousness, curiosity and relief. He’d taken the risk and was going to be rewarded.
Lindsey’s stroking hand along his back emboldened Brent. He shifted his entire body closer until he could feel Rory’s heat blasting his flesh. His hardening cock definitely touched some part of Rory’s anatomy. Rory’s mouth parted on a soft moan and his eyes flicked shut. It was these signs of pleasure that caused Brent to take the final inches in one swift move. He covered Rory’s mouth with his own and their first kiss—with awareness of who the other pe
rson was—was the sweet and intense exploration of a new lover.
Sensations bombarded him. Kissing another man was heady stuff and different from kissing a woman. With a woman, a man felt protective and cherishing, but with another man, both of them strove for dominance. They both kissed like tigers locked in a power struggle. Hands flew everywhere, caressing, stroking, gliding with sexual intent.
Brent gasped when Rory’s hand closed around his cock and pumped with hard, firm strokes. Yes, yes! He sighed with pleasure and his fingernails dug moon crescents on Rory’s butt cheek. Their mouths were still engaged in a hot, passionate kiss as their tongues stroked and played in Rory’s moist cavern. Lindsey’s kneading hands and biting teeth on his butt further stoked the inferno raging in him. He hadn’t realized just how hot a threesome was. No wonder Lindsey had dreamed and fantasized about this for years.
His balls started to tighten with tension and he knew he didn’t want to come yet. Not until—
He turned his head and rasped against Rory’s cheek, “Wait. Stop.” He unlocked Rory’s hand from his cock and pulled back, gratified to see Rory’s eyes glazed with lust. “I want to explore more of your body, I want to suck your cock, then I want you to come in my ass. All right?”
“As long as I have a turn at your cock.”
Rory’s words burned a path down his spine to said member, which twitched with painful intensity. “Deal.” There was one more thing to take care of—his very supportive wife. But he’d tell her later, surprise her…
Brent made Rory lie passively on the bed while he made a slow, thorough exploration of the other man’s body. Though he’d seen Rory partially naked before during clean-ups after sports or gym, he’d never had a chance to touch his body nor had he wanted to, not then. But now, he caressed each part with his hands and mouth and tongue, with aching slowness and tender ministration. He enjoyed making Rory cry out in anticipation or groan with relish and satisfaction.
Lindsey had transferred her attentions to Rory and was engaging his mouth in a torrid kiss, sucking his tongue into her mouth. Instead of feeling jealous, Brent’s inner fire flamed brighter and, more aroused than ever, he turned his attention back to Rory’s body.
His tongue circled Rory’s areolas, gently teasing, each time coming close then moving away from his nipples until Rory bucked his hips in urgent want. Rory’s hoarse muffled cries, “Please, please,” were music to Brent’s ears and he gave in to his friend’s demands. His lips closed over the puckered nipples and he sucked deeply. Rory’s heartfelt groans and moans sent splinters of fire racing down to Brent’s cock, making him ache with hungry longing.
Damn, he didn’t know how long he could hold on any longer but first, he wanted a taste of that huge cock—
He moved in between Rory’s legs, released his nipples and shifted down his body, kissing and licking all the way. He grasped Rory’s heated cock with a gentle hand and pumped him and soon his tongue was tracing each protruding vein which was heavy with blood. He had jerked himself off a lot of times but holding one’s own cock and another man’s was worlds apart. He’d never been more aware of the blood throbbing through the thick flesh or the heat that seemed to emanate from the stiffened rod. He began to appreciate Lindsey’s words whenever she described how it was to hold his cock—velvet steel, hot satin.
Aroused beyond words, Brent groaned and took Rory’s cock in his mouth. Rory groaned and his hands plowed into Brent’s hair, subtly guiding his head movements, telling him what he wanted.
It was Brent’s first cock but he knew how he liked his own cock to be sucked. He’d attempted to teach Lindsey as well but she couldn’t quite get it and he’d wondered if there was something wrong with his instructions. Now was his chance to find out.
He pursed his mouth to give Rory a tight fit and he combined the usual bobbing motion with circles of his head so that Rory’s cock rolled around in his mouth. He was rewarded with Rory’s harsh grunts and rigid body.
“Damn, Brent, that’s…that’s…damn. Arrg!”
Brent quickly eased off to prevent him from coming. Lindsey was still sucking Rory’s nipples when Brent bounded off the bed to get the lube from his briefcase and a few condoms from the box where it had fallen to the floor. When he returned, Rory lifted his head and his eyes were trained on Brent’s bobbing cock.
Rory’s head fell back on his pillow, eyes squeezed shut. “Damn, Brent, you’re beautiful.”
Lindsey released Rory’s nipples and sat up beside him, her breath shallow. Her fingers slipped into her pussy and a beatific expression crossed her face.
Brent was oddly pleased at Rory’s words. “You’re the one who’s beautiful.” He grasped Rory’s long, thick cock. “I know women like big cocks. I’m lucky to have Lindsey who’s satisfied with my size.” He turned to leer at her and she rolled her eyes.
Rory snorted. “As if you’re a size two or three.” He gasped as Brent put the condom over Rory’s erection and used the opportunity to caress him. “Not a lot of women can take my size though. That’s the disadvantage of having a large cock—smaller dating pool.” Rory jerked to a sitting position and drew Brent in for a kiss, causing Brent’s cock to ache with unbearable longing.
“I can,” Lindsey chimed in.
“And for that, you’ll be rewarded. Come lie beneath me,” Brent invited as he slid the condom the rest of the way down Rory’s cock. “I want to pound into you when Rory’s pounding me.” He pressed the lube into Rory’s hand. “Hurry.” He knelt between her legs. “Are you wet, love?” His fingers explored her and encountered her gratifying wetness. He tilted her hips and pushed into her pussy, catching his breath at the sensation of her warm, tight channel sheathing him, taking all of him. He held still, although the pressure in his cock was urging him to move, to unload everything in her and the glazed look in Lindsey’s green eyes wasn’t helping, nor was the involuntary clenching of her pussy around his cock. “Rory?” he rasped.
He hissed when the cold cream was injected into his asshole and he hissed again seconds later when Rory’s thick cock started to penetrate his ass. The pleasure-pain was so intense he almost fainted, then he remembered to take several deep breaths and to relax. His cock was aching so badly he wanted to feel the friction burn as he drove in and out of Lindsey.
“Anyone been here before?” Rory asked almost conversationally, though his gritted teeth belied the great effort he was exerting on his control. “Dildo?”
“No,” Brent gasped, “you’re the first.”
“Damn, no wonder you’re so tight, buddy.”
“Will you both quit talking and get on with it?” Lindsey demanded, groaning. “I want to move, damn it. I want Brent to move!”
Another minute—or several—of grunting and cursing and adjusting, and Rory was all the way in up to his balls. Brent closed his eyes to savor the sensation of having his friend and lover’s hot, sweaty body on top of him with his rigid cock deep in his ass. And his own dick in Lindsey’s tight pussy. So hot. The erotic picture that appeared in his mind heightened his arousal. He turned his head to the side and Rory’s lips met his in a passionate kiss. Rory started to move.
Hot, damn, this must be how Lindsey felt when a cock thrust in her pussy. Brent could understand why sex was so addicting for a woman. There was nothing like the feeling of having a hard, stiff cock pushing its way into you, massaging your inner muscles and setting off thousands of tiny fireworks inside you.
Rory’s every shove into his ass sent him plunging into Lindsey and he swallowed her every moan and mewling cry with his mouth. His ass burned, his cock ached and his whole body was rigid with tension. There was something to be said for being the filling in a sandwich.
Rory calculated every move, plunging deep into Brent’s ass and withdrawing until only the tip of his cock remained at the entrance of his butt hole. At first, his plunge and withdrawal motions were slow and solid strokes, creating the tension and building upon it. Their harsh breathing filled the air and the
springs of the mattress creaked and groaned. Brent wondered incongruously if the bed had been built to support a three-way fuck.
“Fuck already,” Lindsey gasped. “Move faster, Rory.” She dug her fingernails into Brent’s back and clasped her legs around his waist, maybe around Rory’s waist too.
Brent stifled the startled cry that rose to his throat as her fingernails drew blood. She must be feeling the same intense sensations that were going through him, because she’d never scored him so deeply before. Once Rory was convinced that Brent’s ass was well-lubricated to withstand a hard pounding, he increased his speed, which caused his balls to slam against Brent’s ass with frenzied regularity and proceeded to skyrocket the tension that had been building in Brent’s balls.
The well-ordered and coordinated fucking rhythm was shot to hell as each man’s thrusts became guided by instinct and Lindsey herself added to the mix by rolling and grinding her hips into Brent. The result was a frenetic fucking that escalated the roiling tension until Brent’s rectal muscles clamped down on Rory’s cock and a keening shout emerged from Brent’s throat, mingling with Lindsey’s own scream as her mercilessly contracting grip on his cock made him explode. Rory plunged deep into his ass and followed thereafter with a hoarse cry.
A sweet satisfaction filled Brent’s soul at the fulfillment of his long-held desires. He savored the feeling of his lover’s weight on top of him even as he supported their weight on his arms and drew his wife close beneath him.
Sometime later, Lindsey stretched, her naked skin rubbing sinuously against two male bodies, one on each side. A threesome was so much fun, yet even she couldn’t have predicted that this night would turn out the way it had. And it wasn’t over yet.
“Not that I’m complaining but I thought this was supposed to be my night.”
Smart men that they were, they understood and offered weak chuckles.
“Sorry,” Brent apologized. Under her fingers, his heart was still racing.
“Did you know I had fantasized about you two kissing? Believe me, the reality was way, way hotter,” she said with heartfelt sincerity. She claimed Brent’s lips in a pillaging kiss. She felt totally powerful as she guided the kiss in the direction she wanted it to go, with Brent still too weak to protest. “Hmmm… I think I like having you around, Rory, and your job is to reduce Brent into a mass of putty in my hands so that I can do with him whatever I want.” She ended with an evil laugh.
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