Unable to help herself, Evie watched him roll on a condom. At least they were mostly playing safe. He squashed her buttocks in her hands and thrust his erection up and down the resulting channel a few times. “Kit!” she gasped.
“I know, babe. You’ve never done this before. Nor has Ross. We’ll take it slow.”
That made her pause, which perhaps was Kit’s intention.
Ross made an odd noise deep in his throat, obviously confused too. He’d admitted to having done DP before with Kit so there was no need to pretend otherwise, so what did Kit mean to say he’d never done this before?
The answer became clear as he slid his cock downward until it kissed Ross’s shaft. He held them together, so that the tip of his cock nuzzled against her opening every time Ross moved. Evie squirmed as he slipped in alongside Ross.
“Oh god!” It felt so tight…so good. She couldn’t stop calling out as the twined cocks stretched her pussy, working in perfect unison.
Ross clung to her, his own cries buried in her breasts, but just as incoherent as her own.
“Really, now. You didn’t honestly think I was going to start taking orders,” said Kit. He held her shoulder, guiding them, moving them. There were no barriers separating them in that moment. Kit had staked his claim and made it clear it was an equal one. They weren’t a couple plus one anymore. They were in this equally.
Curiously, the realization made her happy, before the intensity of her pleasure washed away any further clarity of thoughts. Stretched full, Evie felt tears wet her cheeks. Pleasure washed through her in hot bursts as Kit licked the sweat from the back of her neck and Ross sucked upon her tender nipples.
The buzz started in her belly and licked over her skin in fiery lines. She screamed, screamed so damn loud that if there’d been any neighbours they’d have phoned the police. She never, ever wanted it to end.
Ross came inside her, but Kit pulled out. Evie strained her neck attempting to see him finish off. She didn’t want to miss out on seeing him come.
His hand moved with agile speed, pumping quickly, but when he saw her watching, he closed in again and rubbed up against her cunt. He held her close, his stomach and chest pressed tight to her back, taking her so vigorously the sofa beneath them creaked alarmingly. “Can you come again?” he asked, his fingers petting her clit. Still on edge, Evie climaxed again almost immediately at the rough contact. Kit bit her shoulder, as he panted hard trying to hold on to some semblance of control as his body finally gave up its reward.
He held on to her until the last pulse of his climax faded.
Only in the aftermath did they look at one another awkwardly.
“What now?” Ross asked.
Kit chucked the condom into the fire and found his trousers. He shimmied into them, but left the top button of his fly undone. “That’s up to you and Evie. Make yourselves at home. We’ll talk it over tonight.” He pulled on a pair of boots, and then chucked a set of keys at them. “I’ll catch you back at your place.”
“Wait! Where are you going?” Ross lifted her off his knee and charged into the hallway after Kit. “Damnit!” he swore when the front door slammed.
“Gone?” she asked
Ross nodded. “I don’t know what the hell he’s playing at.”
“We can make him pay for it later,” she said, trying to sound jovial, while feeling anything but. She extended a hand towards Ross, who stood anxiously raking his fingers through his hair.
“Yeah, yeah that’s right. Good thought, Evie.” Clearly, Ross was even twitchier than she felt. Kit rushing off like that had made everything rather anti-climactic. They should have been sitting sharing post-orgasmic drinks and cuddles.
“Does he always run away after sex?” she asked, not actually sure if she could brave a relationship in which he scarpered the moment the deed was done, like sex were a criminal activity.
Ross’s features contorted into an uneasy scowl. “Not exactly. I mean he does…or rather he has after pretty much every threesome, but that’s normally so they don’t get ideas… This is different,” he hastily added. Leastways judging by his expression he hoped it was. “He’s probably trying to give us some space. I guess we do have a few things to talk over.” He squeezed her hand, then sat down beside her, so they were facing. Evie wanted to snuggle, but Ross seemed keen on maintaining eye contact. In the end, she straddled his knees again.
“When were you going to tell me?”
Ross shook his head. “It wasn’t supposed to be happening. When I invited him to say, I was just pleased to see him again; I never thought he’d still be interested after all this time.”
“And you didn’t think to mention that you’d invited a former lover to live with us.”
“He wasn’t…not really. We were mates, Evie, except for one time just before he left.”
“Is that why he left?” She found the notion hard to believe. With the exception of his recent exodus, Kit seemed pretty on top of his sexuality. If he had issues, they weren’t with his orientation.
“No, of course not.” Trouble briefly clouded Ross’s eyes. He seemed about to say something, then shook his head and grinned. “Just as well, he ran off to Japan, else I might never have met you.”
They rubbed noses together and exchanged a delicate kiss.
“How come you never even mentioned you were bi? I mean, you haven’t exactly held back over what you like.” She had a sudden vision of all three of them cosied up in the shower together, only half undressed, shirts and underwear clinging with the flow of water and turning transparent.
Ross shrugged, his brow still wrinkled. “I don’t think of myself in that way. It’s not like I’ve ever had a boyfriend. I told you, it was just the one occasion with Kit before he left, and it didn’t go all that far, certainly not as far as doing one another.”
“Yeah, and how many times has it been over the last week?”
Ross’s shoulders crumpled. “How many times has it been for you?”
Evie opened her mouth. Then closed it again.
Ross buffeted the underside of her chin with his knuckles. “Be honest.”
“Actual sex, just now and last night, but he brought me off on another occasion too. You?”
“About the same.”
They sat uncomfortably, failing to make eye contact for a moment or two.
“Likes to keep busy, doesn’t he?”
“Sex is the one thing he’s sure of. To Kit, at least, it’s straightforward. He sets boundaries and he never crosses them. Shame the rest of life can’t be boxed up in the same way.”
Evie was still trying to figure out where the hell Kit’s sexual boundaries were supposed to lie exactly when Ross teasingly pinched her nose.
“Ow! What was that for?”
“Want to head home and limber up a bit for tonight?”
Actually, considering how much they both stunk of sex and just how wet they’d got her, she was in more of a hurry to get home and shower. “We need practice?” She rolled her eyes and ended the expression with a mocking tilt of her head.
Ross blew a warm zephyr across her nipples. “Absolutely.”
“You’re positive he’s going to come back.”
“Seven-thirty, prompt. I guarantee it.”
She missed him maniacally texting, while she hunted down their clothes.
Kit got halfway to the ruins before he realized that he was without a T-shirt or jacket, and by then he didn’t care to go back, regardless of the blossoming gooseflesh. Best he left them to work things out a bit. Besides, he knew that while he should feel ecstatic over what had just occurred—it was what he’d been trying to engineer—he didn’t really know what do to next.
Seduction came naturally to him, and he’d had his skills honed by years as a host. It was hanging on to them after the third or fourth shag that proved difficult. Inevitably his lovers seemed to have different expectations of the future than he did, and off they slipped like phantoms into the fog of life.
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br /> Of course, the fact that they’d always had to share space in his heart with Ross perhaps hadn’t helped. And they had stood the test of time. The pull between him and Ross was just as potent now as it had been that day six years ago when a snap decision had turned his life upside down.
Ross and Evie seemed stable too, which boded well. There weren’t many women who stuck around after they walked in on their boyfriend having sex with another man. Most of them probably screamed or stood gaping in horrified silence.
The ruins were more overgrown than he remembered, particularly given the season. Kit guessed they’d seen little love over the years, what with folks associating the place with him. Brambles littered the base of the rocks along with an assortment of beer cans and fag ends. Kit fought his way up and between the jagged teeth that formed the remains of the ancient lookout tower. In the crawlspace beyond, he perched and rubbed the goose bumps from his arms. It might not be entirely comfortable up here anymore, but at least it was out of the wind, and he’d always done his best thinking here. That and it was in this spot that he’d first kissed Ross. Okay, he’d more than kissed him. He’d given him a darned superb blowjob. The memory made him smile, along with others, of trysts with several of the village girls.
Kit bowed his head and hugged his thighs. He hoped his absence was giving Ross and Evie time to work out any awkwardness. That way, hopefully they could have fun tonight instead of getting hung up on the seriousness of what they were doing.
Yes, he wanted a permanent place in their lives, but he didn’t want anyone to get too obsessed with that detail just yet. It was more important to have things seem to flow in that direction naturally.
The sound of someone struggling up the hill made him hold his breath. Hopefully, it’d be a rambler, and they’d pass by without intruding upon him. However, the footsteps came right up to the wall and stopped level with him on the other side.
“Coat…ciggy?” the intruder offered.
He guessed thinking time wasn’t on the agenda.
“And are you coming out or am I coming in?” She didn’t give him the chance to make a decision, a pair of snow-leopard skin boots swung over the wall, followed by two black satin clad legs and a frilly black smock. Lillianna beamed at him, swinging a jacket from her fingertip, an already lit rollup clamped between her teeth.
Kit accepted the jacket, which turned out to be far too narrow across the back, so he draped it around his shoulders like an old fashioned pelisse. He pulled a face at the noxious puffs of smoke.
“Sorry, forgot.” Lillianna stubbed the cigarette out against the rocks. “I saw you head up here, and figured you might appreciate a coat. Probably about time we had a little catch up too.”
I’m not having sex with you. He squinted uneasily at her. “Do we have anything to catch up upon?”
“Well, you know.” She edged a fraction closer. “We used to get on so well in the past. Where’ve you been off to all these years? Evie said something about Japan.”
He doubted Evie had said anything, but there were plenty of rumours about his exploits circulating the village. What seemed more miraculous was that Evie hadn’t cottoned on to any of them. Wary, he glanced at Lillianna from beneath his eyelashes, and then with a sigh, closed his eyes. She hadn’t changed. Still the same bitchy vampire bat of old, although her bust had filled out a bit, and her makeup was somewhat less garish.
Lillianna seized the opportunity offered by his apparent repose to straddle the rock behind him and casually start working out the knots in his shoulders, immediately dislodging the jacket she’d just provided. “It must be frustrating for you, coming home and finding Ross shacked up with Evie, especially seeing how determined she is to get settled and start replicating.”
He remembered Lillianna’s loathing of old of anything small and helpless. Babies were firmly in that category.
“Why would that be frustrating?”
She continued kneading, determinedly annihilating the tension just in time to cause him to stiffen up again.
“I could help relieve the tension.”
No point pretending that she was talking about pummelling his shoulders. It hadn’t taken her long to get to the point of this impromptu reunion.
“It’s not happening, Lillianna. So drop it.” He shrugged her off and stood. “I’ve nothing at all against Evie. Actually, I find her quite enthralling.” There, let her chew over that one. It’d kill her that she’d have to swallow her own catty gossip for once. “But hey, you must know that already, seeing as you’re the one spreading rumours of tawdry threesomes and naughty night time shenanigans.”
Her face grew hard and vicious. “I don’t suppose you’ve mentioned the last girl you got involved with in this village.”
“Why would I?” He eyed her through narrowed lids. “What does she need to know? That in the dim and distant past I had a girlfriend. Well, whoop-de-fucking-do! I hardly think that’s a big shocker. And there isn’t actually anything else to say about it, is there? It’s not as if I know anymore about what happened than you do.”
He turned his back on her and pulled himself up onto the top of the wall.
“Were you shagging Ross when you let her walk home alone?”
Crouched, he sneered back at her. Bingo! Her face lit up in triumph, she’d obviously confirmed a suspicion. “Did you think no one knew? Sammie knew. We all knew. God, it was sickening the way you two were always gawping at one another. Sammie told me all about how you used to have Ross watching you when you made out. That’s really fucking sick and twisted, Kit.”
“But nowhere near on the same scale as you and dear George.”
She awkwardly back stepped at the mention of the Satyr statue on the Melton estate, and rightly too. Oh, there were plenty of pictures out there of assorted ladies, young and old, wrapping their lips around the old goat’s staff, but what Lillianna had done with satyr George beggared belief.
Her bangles fell down her arms in a peal of discordant chimes. Thunderous, she sneered up at Kit, who sat framed against the sky. “She’d have done anything for you, and you only kept her around as piece of fluff entertainment. She told me how when you fucked, you used to be looking over her shoulder at Ross to see if he was wanking.” She shook her head, so the red mass of curls flapped around her face. “There she was, confident girl, full of life and you bollocks it for her. You broke her fucking heart.”
“Fuck off, Lilli.”
His ex had been many things, but she’d been no saint. Okay, so maybe he could have been more considerate about Ross. Actually, scratch that. Sammie had got off on it. She’d been a total exhibitionist, not satisfied unless at least two people were watching her at all times, and preferably more.
“Or else what—you’ll get me too?”
“Don’t be such a cow.”
“I’m simply looking out for my friend.”
“You’re stirring shit is what you’re doing.”
She breathed a huge sigh and planted her hands upon her hips. “For fuck's sake, Kit. You know what I want, do we still have to play this cat and mouse game? It’s not as if you haven’t been giving it out plenty while you’ve been abroad from what I’ve heard.”
He stretched, scrunching his hair into clumps. “I’m not for hire anymore.”
“Make it a freebie.”
The rapid come back startled a smile from him. He sat down on the rock wall, so his legs dangled over the edge. Not remotely tempted but cured of any tetchiness. Guess he’d proved one thing to himself in this. He felt committed. And he did like to fuck out-of-doors once in a while. “What’s up, Lilli, can’t you find anyone else to treat you rough? I can’t believe you’ve been hankering after my arse all this time.”
“None of them bite hard enough.” She sighed. “And it ain’t your arse I’m after. If you want fingering up the jacksie you can get some bugger else to do it. I’m not wrecking my nails.”
Kit laughed.
“Truce.” She climbed up to s
it beside him and offered a hand.
Kit warily accepted.
“So, you really are screwing Rolf Harris and Emu?”
“I thought you and Evie were friends.”
“We are. That’s why I’m allowed to be bitchy. I didn’t think she was your type though. Guess it proves what I know.”
“Nothing,” he drawled.
“Fancy a cupper?”
Kit nodded, and accepted her jacket as a windshield again. “Matter of fact, I do. Thought I might head over to Doris’s.”
“Doris!” Lillianna’s nails tapped briefly against his thigh like a drum roll. “Jeez! You’re going to crash their knitting circle dressed like that!” She sniffed suspiciously at him and her eyes widened into two hazel pools. “Maybe we should stop by my place on the way and give you a hose down in the shower first.”
Kit laughed and shook his head. He couldn’t fault her for trying, but he wasn’t setting foot in her place. He wasn’t sure he’d get out again alive. Beside, the fact that he reeked of three sets of pheromones just added outlandish eccentricity to the appeal of visiting the old biddies. He was sure they’d forgive his oversight in the dress code department and his obvious post-coital scent. He certainly wasn’t heading home to either Rose Cottage or Ross and Evie’s place to wash it off until he was absolutely sure he was welcome.
Beside him Lillianna cackled with glee. Her pale face creased into laughter lines and her watering eyes threatening the integrity of her inch-thick mascara. “This is going to be brilliant. I am so coming too. I can just picture their faces.”
Chapter Twelve
The jury remained out on whether the visit was actually brilliant as Kit wound his way home in the moonlight. It’d certainly been fun and novel to be ogled by six octogenarians. Laura, Doris’s granddaughter, had nearly wet herself when she’d nipped over to deliver more teabags and found him posed half-naked on a pouffe in the middle of the knitting circle. The exchange between himself and Doris about how long the willy warmer she intended to knit him should be, rapidly sent the poor girl running for home.
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