Enticement

by Madelynn Ellis

  “Fuck!” she said in disbelief. All this time she’d spent fretting over her infidelity and thinking she was being selfish for wanting the threesome he seemed to be constantly offering, and here they were, screwing one another in broad daylight.

  “Evie…” Ross paused mid-stroke, his buttocks clenched tight. He turned his head towards her, and his already flushed cheeks blazed a livid scarlet. “Oh, my god!”

  “Bugger!” said Kit.

  Ross tried to withdraw, but Kit was having none of it. He clung to Ross, clamping his hand over his hip and digging his fingers into the flesh until Ross stopped squirming.

  “Shit!” her boyfriend cursed again for good measure. “Just, shit! Get off me, Kit.” Again, he tried to shake Kit’s hold.

  “She’s not angry, Ross. She’s intrigued. Aren’t you?” He shot a glance at Evie.

  Still gobsmacked, Evie met his rather aggressive gaze, and felt her shock give way to the rising heat in her groin. All this time, Kit had been telling her everything was okay, and that Ross wasn’t going to mind them getting it on, and she’d never suspected them of this. He’d even told her outright that he and Ross got down and dirty together, and she hadn’t believed him.

  She thought she knew Ross, and before Kit, before now, he’d never shown any interest in other guys.

  “Oh, Eve…I’m sorry.” Ross started mumbling, but she wasn’t really listening. Instead, she continued to stare at them in stupefied silence, while various interconnecting events re-slotted themselves together in her head. Sweat started to bead across Ross’s upper lip at her silence, although she noticed his erection didn’t flag. “I swear I didn’t want you to find out like this. I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know how you’d take it.”

  “How do you think I’m taking it?”

  Lordy, she sounded so calm and reasonable. If only she remotely felt it.

  Uncertainty swam in the azure glow of Ross’s eyes. “I don’t know, Evie. Just don’t run, okay?” He stretched his arm out towards her.

  Run! She had jelly legs, she wasn’t going anywhere, and what would be the point. If she left, surely that was it—relationship over, and that wasn’t what she wanted at all.

  No, she wanted to stay here, because—damn, they looked good together. Far too good, in fact. The flames in her innards licked a little higher at the sight of so much lean male muscle spread before her, locked together. She couldn’t stop staring at the point where their bodies joined, and how comfortable Ross seemed wedged between Kit’s spread cheeks.

  “She’s not angry. She’s loving this,” remarked Kit. He lifted his hips so Ross slid a little deeper.

  Evie shot him a wary glance, only to find Kit’s black eyes ablaze and eager. “I told you, she’s been up for this from the start. Haven’t you, Evie?” He stretched out his hand to her. “Now, come closer where I can reach you.”

  She instinctively reached out, but pulled back before they touched. “What are you going to do?”

  Kit’s grin stretched from ear to ear. “I thought maybe you could hold my hand while Ross finishes fucking me. Of course, if you’re up for a little more than that…”

  “Evie…only if you want to,” Ross rasped. His attention zoomed in on her nipples, which were pushing against the thin wool of her jumper, all peaked up and aroused. “Don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

  His concern made her want to laugh. “Do you want me to join in?”

  Cheeks still burning red, Ross broke into an awkward smile. “Yeah,” he huffed. “Yeah, I do.”

  Evie nervously moistened her lips. Their relationship wouldn’t be the same after this, not after they’d let Kit into their lives so completely. There’d be no pretending he was an ordinary houseguest after this, and no avoiding the potent lure of his sexuality. She wanted to touch him, but she kept her attention firmly focused on Ross. She leaned into him and whispered into his ear. “I want to suck him, are you okay with that?” Her fingers tightened upon his disk-like nipples as she spoke, squeezed a little so they hardened into points. Before he had a chance to answer she slid her tongue deep into his open mouth and kissed him harder than she’d ever done before. There’d never been the same urgency, the same need to prove her love. When she drew back, they were both breathless and her lips tingled from the pressure.

  Kit lifted his half-hard cock and began to stroke himself. Evie’s gaze immediately locked onto the motion. Although he lay with his eyes closed and his head tilted back, he was definitely aware of her watching. “Take your jumper off,” he whispered. “And come a little closer.”

  For a moment, she ignored the demand, content to stand and watch. Ross had begun to move his hips again, and his cock dipped smoothly in and out of Kit’s body. She’d never expected to find watching her boyfriend fuck another guy to be so thrilling. It was also one of the most incredibly sensual acts she’d ever witnessed, so intensely focused that even though she’d imagined gay sex to be more raw and concerned with swift fulfilment, she still found this softer version overwhelmingly heady.

  “Harder.” For several minutes Kit held himself braced, sharing the moment with Ross, whose breathless pace left them both coated with a delicate sheen of sweat. Maybe raw was what they were building too.

  “Off!” The phrase was directed at her.

  Both sets of male eyes locked onto her as she sent her woolly top sailing across the room. Despite the familiar prickle of embarrassment at being looked at, Evie smoothed her hands over the satin cups of her black and purple bra and found a smidgen of confidence. “Do you want me to take this off too?”

  “Come here,” Kit beckoned.

  When she got close enough, he stroked a hand over her bottom.

  Evie walked her fingers over the smooth plane of his chest, down to his stomach, where her hand replaced his upon his cock.

  “Easy now,” he cautioned.

  Flashes of silver chased across the inky surface of his eyes. Evie leaned closer and kissed him. She kissed him until his breath came out as sobs, and his hands trembled over her back, eager to unfasten the hooks of her bra. Off it came, the weight of her breasts falling into the warmth of his waiting hands.

  “Yeah,” he sighed. Kit lowered her fly and pushed his hand between the V of the open zip. Two long fingers speared through her curls inside her knickers and slid over the wet lips of her cunt. Evie rocked her hips against his rigid fingers, wanting the real thing even as she watched him take his cock in hand again and begin to stroke in earnest.

  “Hurry it up,” moaned Ross. “I can't hold out much longer.” His movements were growing more erratic.

  “Just come,” said Kit. “The day’s young.”

  “Come over him.” Evie’s hand flew up to cover her mouth the moment she’d blurted the words. Ross’s eyes flew open too. He pinpointed her with his gaze.

  “Jeez, Evie! Are you serious?” He was riding really close to the edge, his body already trembling with the rising need to come.

  “Please.” Why she found the idea of him jerking over Kit so arousing she couldn’t identify. It seemed unimportant in the heat of the moment. All that matter was that she did. She’d barely formed a picture of the fantasy in her head, before Ross had pulled out, and having torn off the condom began furiously masturbating himself.

  His hand moved slickly, smoothly up and down, leaving his shaft glistening. His balls swung high beneath. For several seconds all three rhythms of their strange triumvirate matched, Ross and Evie’s hands working over cocks and Kit’s fingers massaging her clit, before Ross outstripped them both, his knees bucked and he came, leaving a streamer of pearlescent come over Kit’s stomach.

  Curiously, Kit immediately pushed her away, leaving her dangling by an uncomfortable erotic thread, close enough to want to finish, but not close enough to bring herself with just the squeeze of her thighs.

  He tugged a T-shirt out from behind him and wryly mopped his skin, then rolled out of the chair and onto his feet facing her. Evie b
ack stepped uncertainly. His lip curled and his predatory grin made clear his intent. He meant to couple with her, fuck her fully while Ross watched.

  “Um, can we talk about this?” She wanted to establish the boundaries of what was fine and what comprised a big no-no with Ross first, ask him what the hell was going on. When the fuck he’d turned gay, but Kit didn’t seem to be in the mood for talk. Not even dirty talk, and Ross was staring at them like he was about to start shouting encouragements rather than objections. Not that he had a right to many objections after what he’d just done.

  Kit followed her, until her back hit the wall. Then his fingers found the slick heat of her sex again. “You’re not running away from me, Evie.”

  “Ross?” she gasped as Kit rubbed his naked body against her semi-naked one. His erection prodded against the inner seam of her jeans, seeking the heat of her body, and the fizz in her insides cranked up to a full on buzz.

  Evie’s nipples further crinkled as they made contact with Kit’s torso. His hand fastened in her hair, pulled a little, forcing her to bend to the side, whereupon, his mouth closed over her pulse point and she felt the nip of his teeth before he began to suck hard. Hard enough to leave a mark. Hard enough that her toes curled inside her shoes, and she felt frozen in position by the intensity of the act. Fiery arrows shot downwards through her chest and seemed to lodge in her womb, so that she bucked against his already coaxing fingers. Her orgasm sparked like flash paper, burned bright and hot. She gasped into Kit’s shoulder still aware of Ross watching them, from where he stood slumped against the chair back.

  “That’s better,” said Kit. “You’re more relaxed now. Don’t think about him watching.”

  The fact that he’d drawn attention to Ross only made things worse. Guilt and embarrassment coupled with desire as Kit urged her down onto her knees. Still, she shut her eyes and breathed in his heady scent. Considering how his cock butted up against her cheek, it took no instructions to understand his intention. She took the initiative, pushing every last bit of reserve she had to the back of her mind. She’d caught Ross fucking him. There was no reason why she couldn’t do the same. And she wanted Kit. She’d wanted him from the moment she’d seen him spread out for the taking on their guest bed. She stuck out her tongue and tasted him, then let him slide inside.

  Ross didn’t keep his distance long. Recovered, he nuzzled up against Kit’s back and splayed his hands possessively across Kit’s hip bones so that he controlled their rhythm. “Open wide, Evie. You know you can take a little more than that.”

  She imagined Ross pushing into Kit again even as she fellated him, and how it would alter his movements, perhaps make them jerky and sharp. Evie slipped her hand between her legs and began rubbing her clit again. Only when Ross stilled Kit’s movement completely did she realize they were both watching her with hungry eyes.

  “Get undressed.” Ross nodded at her jeans. “I know what you really want. Shall I let you have it?”

  Evie sagged backwards onto her bottom and kicked her way out of her shoes and the denim. Ross eyed the scrap of black and purple satin covering her mons, but shook his head when she hooked her fingers under the elastic. “Keep them on.”

  Ross didn’t know—her skin burned with the guilty realization—he didn’t know that it had already happened between her and Kit. She’d come here to tell him, instead her best intentions had been sidetracked.

  “Do you want him, Evie?” He squatted down beside her. “I know Kit wants you. He was talking about you before you got here, saying how much he wants to finger that tight little arse of yours. Shall I let him fuck you there? I don’t know if I can let him share your cunt. I might have to keep that just for me.”

  Kit dropped to his knees and stretched over her with panther-like grace. His long limbs held above her, not touching her in anyway, but holding her hostage nonetheless, so that the space between them became charged with potential.

  Ross lifted her arms over her head and straddled her arms. He held them fast at the elbows, leaving Kit free to trail his cock up and down her body in erotic patterns.

  Her nipples ached as Kit sucked them into his mouth,

  Evie looked into his eyes as his hips dropped and his cock tried to nuzzle its way between her legs. He trailed a wet line down her body as far as her naval, which he teased with the very tip of his tongue. Evie’s hips bucked upwards at the invasion of the sensitive hollow, seeking the penetration her body craved. When his tongue delved farther down she whimpered, crying out wordlessly for more, even as she resisted Kit’s attempt to push her thighs wide apart. “The thing with threesomes,” he coaxed, “is that you’ve got to keep things even. I’ve seen you and Ross fucking, and now you’ve seen us. It’s only fair Ross gets a turn at observation. I’m going to take you slowly, Evie. I’m going to slide into you an inch at a time and I’m going to have Ross hold you down while I do it so he doesn't miss a single detail.”

  Evie closed her legs. Having Ross watch while she had sex with his best friend seemed taboo enough, without the added stipulation of him taking her in the arse.

  “Come on, Evie, don’t be coy.”

  He lifted her knees and pulled off her panties, so he could look at the dusky pink folds of her slit without obstruction. He chucked the scrap of satin at Ross, before applying his tongue. Then he sucked, making her buck up off the floor.

  Ross held her steady.

  Kit’s mouth worked its magic, just as it had done the night before. Her arousal flowed thickly onto his tongue, but then when his touch started drifting down towards her rear, she genuinely began to struggle.

  “Easy, relax.” Ross covered her face with kisses. “Remember last night. I know you want it, really.”

  Last night had been with him. They’d worked up to it. She’d been horny and far more certain of where she stood. Their relationship had been solid and trusting. She wanted Kit, but things were moving fast. Was Ross going to take her too? Were they going to pleasure her like the girl in the tent?

  The very tip of Kit’s tongue gently dabbed against her anus, and then he favoured it with a longer firmer lick.

  Evie’s hips bucked off the floor again, the sensation walking the line between pleasure and ticklish oversensitivity. It made her squeal and wriggle. It lit every nerve-ending between her bottom and the top of her spine. Soon a warm fuzzy glow swept down through her thighs. His tongue focused on the sensitive puckered entrance, dabbing repetitively against it. He slipped the tip of his finger inside her, then the whole digit, and then two.

  “Ross—together,” Kit said. They exchanged meaningful glances over the length of her body. “You know that’s what we all really want.”

  “Can you hold out a little while?”

  Kit’s breath blew hot against her anus. “Maybe Evie could help wake you up a little.”

  Evie hardly dared look up at Ross, who was so close that when in a second of bravery she did look up, she found they were only kiss distance apart. Evie blinked, hopelessly unnerved. Ross seemed calm, but what if deep down this was a deal breaker for him? What if after a week or two of fun, he decided that he wanted someone who wanted him alone, not him and his best mate?

  “Hang in there,” he whispered to her, stealing a kiss.

  Ross leapt up and darted into the kitchen, from whence came the sound of water spluttering into the sink. He’d left her to Kit’s tender mercy.

  Kit stretched over her again, this time resting his weight against her body. His cock dipped straight into her cunt. “Shhh!” He pressed a finger to her lips. “Sometimes it’s good to have a little secret or two.”

  She didn’t want him to pull out, but he did, just as Ross crossed the threshold smelling of Pears soap.

  “Evie first.” He knelt down, this time straddling her head, and used his flaccid cock to paint her lips.

  “I’m not so good at waiting.” Kit cupped Ross’s balls from behind and gently rolled them in his hand as he plastered a very wet lick between Ross’s
cheeks, an act that had Ross bucking eagerly forward into her mouth, even though his cock was still soft. Evie gently sucked him, drawing heat into his shaft, where it had been cold from the wash.

  It took mere moments to get him hard.

  Ross crawled away to the sofa. Evie straddled his lap.

  It was like that first night again as she lowered herself over Ross’s cock and he dipped into her where Kit had just been. Only this time, she knew Kit was watching. She turned her head looking for him and their eyes met.

  “Still hung up about being watched?”

  She half-nodded, half-shook her head.

  Kit produced Ross’s shirt, which he’d rolled into a blindfold. “Close your eyes, Evie and you might just get a surprise.”

  “I’ll still know you’re watching.”

  “Not watching…doing. And you won’t know who’s doing what to whom.”

  She batted him away, but, he pressed forward with the blindfold again. Had Ross told him about last night? Had he mentioned the blindfold he’d used to help build the fantasy then? She had no intention of being blinded now. She wanted to be able to see their faces and what was going on.

  “Gimme.” Ross took the blindfold and fastened it over his own eyes. He experimentally rocked his hips, and rubbed his face up against Evie’s breasts. “Yeah! Kit where are you?”

  “Right here.” Kit stroked the side of his face, a gesture of such affection it made Evie feel odd for being between them. “Two ticks and I’m all yours.”