Enticement

by Madelynn Ellis

  He had the promised woollen pouch, navy with a bright red K emblazoned on the end, clasped within his hand when he bounded up the back steps to Ross and Evie’s place and let himself in.

  The only downside of the visit was that there were almost certainly rumours circulating the village that he was banging Lillianna by now, a few of them probably started by her in the hope of them actually coming true.

  “And where have you been, lover boy?” Ross asked. He stood poised by the sink, dressed in a striped butcher’s apron, brandishing a whisk, which he waved menacingly in Kit’s direction.

  “Tea?” asked Kit, hoping the theatrics related to something culinary and not some sort of exotic vengeance.

  Ross broke into a lopsided smile, which caused intriguing little crow’s feet to appear at the very corners of his eyes. “Nah, we went over to the pub to eat. If you’re hungry you’ll have to fend for yourself.”

  “I meant that’s where I’ve been.” Kit unconsciously patted his stomach, while he grinned back at Ross, aware that the sugar from the five…or maybe six cakes he’d had forced upon him was busy zinging around his body lending an extra bounce to his stride. “I went over to Doris’s to catch up with her and the girls.”

  Ross dropped the whisk, which landed in the sink with an ungodly clatter, and brought Evie running into the room.

  “You went for afternoon tea dressed like that!”

  “He’s been where? Where’ve you been?” Evie asked while her eyebrows furrowed in an expression much like Ross’s.

  Kit regarded them both with a shrug, and observing no unnatural tension between any of them, turned primly on the spot. “Is there something wrong with my outfit?” He looked over his shoulder at them and fluttered his eyelashes.

  “Uh, you forgot half of it,” said Ross.

  Evie chucked him a T-shirt off the radiator, one of Ross’s, which Kit shook out but didn’t put on. Instead, he laid it upon the table.

  “I think you should lose half of yours too. Chuck the bottoms, but keep the apron,” he said to Ross. Not finished, he turned to Evie and sidled up to her wearing a smile. “Truth or dare?” Time they got this party started before any awkwardness developed.

  Her expression clouded a moment, wariness bringing out the silver flecks in her grey-blue eyes. “Truth or dare?” she repeated and glanced hesitantly across at Ross.

  “Truth.” Ross gave a shrug.

  “Dare,” said Evie.

  “I knew you’d be brave.” Kit leaned closer to her, slipping a hand around the back of her neck to bring their foreheads together. He kept his voice low so that Ross wouldn’t hear. “I dare you to give us simultaneous blowjobs.”

  “Have you had a shower yet?”

  Kit gave a tut at her sensibilities. “No shower, but I gave him a nice flannel bath with some of Doris’s rose and lavender soap.”

  “Both together?” She gave Ross another sidelong glance. “You’re pretty big on togethers.”

  “One hundred percent.”

  She nudged Kit in the direction of the lounge and held her hand out for Ross. “I’m not kneeling on the kitchen floor. It hasn’t been cleaned for about a century.”

  With the curtains tightly closed, and only the glow of the coal fire lighting the room, Evie knelt before the two men and reached up to unfasten their zips. Kit’s fly fell, revealing his already half-hard cock. He kicked off his boots and trousers and stood before her naked without a shred of embarrassment. Ross, who was actually fully clothed, took a bit more manipulation to expose. Interestingly, he chose to leave his clothes on with the exception of the apron which he’d worn to keep clean while laying the fire.

  Evie kissed him first, despite her desperate curiosity to study the contours of Kit’s cock in intimate detail. She felt like a child with a new toy, still clutching the old one, unable to give up its familiar comfort but excited by the novelty of a new treasure.

  Ross made no protest. He stroked a hand through her hair and let her mouth work its magic. She knew just the way to work him to make him purr—a little pressure just below the delicate slitted eye, a gentle caress beneath his balls. He clung to her, but aware of Kit’s gaze burning holes into her back, Evie reached out her hand and wrapped a palm around the base of Kit’s shaft.

  The guys edged closer together.

  Evie risked a glance up. They were staring at each other as she left Ross’s cock glistening with saliva and formed an O around the head of Kit’s cock instead.

  He did indeed smell and taste of lavender soap. Thankfully, the floral miasma wore off quickly as a few beads of pre-come leaked onto her tongue. “Mmm,” he sighed and shuffled even closer to Ross. Another glance up showed that they were kissing. Resisting the urge to stop and watch, Evie continued to alternate her attention between them, licking and sucking and using her fingers to drive them wild.

  “Enough!” Ross backed away first, leaving her almost deep-throating Kit.

  The temptation was there to keep on sucking, to hold him captive until he spilled his seed on her tongue, but the evening was still young, and her jaws, much as she wished otherwise, weren’t made of steel.

  “Truth or dare?” she asked Ross from her knees while she still played with Kit’s cock.

  Ross turned his back on them a moment while he stripped off his clothes. He folded them all neatly and laid them on the sofa, making her giggle and provoking a smirk of despair from Kit, who eventually barrelled into Ross while he was folding his socks and wrestled him onto the sofa scattering the pile of clothes. “Come on, Ross. Answer the lady.”

  Evie watched him look right up into Kit’s eyes. The two of them were so perfectly matched, all toned muscle and masculine symmetry that she wanted to dive on top of them, and lie there pressed to Kit as the pair of them drove their cocks together, and she already knew what she’d be asking them to do the next time one of them agreed to a dare. She was going to have them sit side by side and stroke one another’s cocks, and she was going to turn the TV on and pick up a magazine and pretend not to watch.

  “Truth,” said Ross.

  “Is Kit really the only guy you’ve ever kissed?” she asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Boring,” muttered Kit, still holding Ross pinned along the length of the sofa.

  “Fine,” she snarled and drew a finger up the length of his spine that made him shiver and squeak. “Is Ross the only guy you’ve ever kissed?”

  “No.” He gave her a butter-wouldn’t-melt grin and dug his teeth into his lower lip. “Nor is he the only guy I’ve ever screwed.”

  “You always were a regular bloody alley cat. I daren’t ask how many.” Ross managed to extract an arm and throw Kit off. He rolled onto the carpet and landed at Evie’s feet, which he laughingly kissed.

  “Ross, it’s your go,” she said, realizing that yet again she was still fully clothed while they were both naked. He wound his arm around her leg and began kissing his way up her calf.

  “Truth or dare?” The look in his eyes made her pause before answering. “Truth.” Her hesitancy rang her voice, but Ross smiled.

  “Is it true that really you’re as excited by the prospect of having Kit watch us fuck as your body suggests?”

  He got to his feet as he spoke and stroked his thumb tip over one of her excited nipples. A tremor of fear and longing stabbed through her insides. Evie began to shake her head. She hated being watched. It’s why she re-routed Ross’s passion for fucking in the rain to making out in the shower. There were no stray observers in the bathroom. Leastways, there hadn’t been until Kit moved in. Not that she suspected Kit would stand back and merely observe anymore.

  “Nnnn…yes.” The confession left her feeling rather freaked out. A vivid blush burned her cheeks. “My turn,” she gasped before Kit had a chance to say otherwise. He still lay stretched along the settee, perfectly nude. Given a black and white film and a camera, she could make thousands selling shots of him lying like that, particularly when he glanced up, and t
hose dark eyes of his swam with secrets and zeal. “Dare?”

  He nodded.

  “I dare you to masturbate for me.”

  Kit swung his legs around into a sitting position. “Uh, uh!” He shook his head, his eyes narrowed, but a smile still playing on his lips. “Not that one.”

  Outraged, she squealed, jumping up and down on the spot. “Forfeit, forfeit…”

  “Okay, I forfeit.” Kit raised his hands in idle surrender.

  “Tie him down, Ross.”

  “To what?” Ross’s gaze darted between her, Kit and the furnishings. With the exception of the ancient radiator, there wasn’t anything to tie Kit to.

  Vexed by the realization, but unprepared to be thwarted, Evie scrunched up her mouth and thought. “Upstairs. Strap him to the bed.” They’d all be more comfortable up there anyway and it simplified the logistics of how they were going to manage inviting him into their bedroom.

  Ross saluted. “You got it.” He tugged Kit up off the sofa, and planted a hand on his arse. “Come on, buddy. Let’s get you looking pretty. You know you’ll enjoy this.”

  Ross rummaged in the bottom of the wardrobe and dug out a roll of years old bondage tape he’d bought at an erotic torment fair. He used the tape to fasten Kit to the bed. Kit refused to lie down. He sat amongst the pillows at the head end, both arms bent at the elbows and his wrists flopped outwards, barely maintaining the façade of outraged disinterest he was trying to pull off. Ross wasn’t fooled. While his friend might not specifically get off on being restrained, he was intrigued by Evie’s determination to take the top role in the bedroom.

  Ross straddled his legs as he wound the tape around Kit’s wrists, securing him to the ironwork headboard. “You can always yell if you want out.”

  Kit grinned and snapped his teeth. “What do you reckon she’s got planned for me?”

  “No idea.”

  Snake-like, Kit’s tongue pressed briefly to his top lip. “What shall I shout?”

  “Don’t shout, Kit. Let her have her way for a bit. We’re walking a knife’s edge here. It won’t take much to screw it all up, and I’d rather we let things settled down naturally.”

  Kit tilted his head as if in consideration of the point. The way he pursed his lips together just made Ross long to kiss him, but tonight wasn’t really about him and Kit. It was about the three of them finding a way to knit themselves together without setting off unwanted sparks.

  “And if I don’t like it?”

  “Grit your teeth.” Finished with the tape, Ross patted Kit’s thigh. “You’re a big boy, and I’m sure you’ve done worse for money.”

  “Why is it that everyone in this village thinks I’m a whore?”

  Ross raised his brows, but held Kit’s gaze. “The line about other men didn’t help.”

  Kit tugged against his bonds but couldn’t break free to reach out to Ross. “Is that all you’re worried about?”

  “Guess I thought I was unique.” He traced his fingers over the curve of Kit’s jaw.

  “Ross, you oaf! You’ve always been that. Always will be.”

  “Don’t muck this up.”

  “I won’t.”

  The bedroom door creaked open. Ross shimmied off Kit’s lap in order to see Evie come in. She’d rearranged her hair since they’d left her downstairs, and had pulled it up into a messy high ponytail, from which bits stuck out and hung down to frame her merry face. She’d stripped too, down to a teeny tiny polka dot thong, a pair of patent leather stilettos and the butcher’s apron he’d recently taken off. She was holding the whisk he’d left in the kitchen sink.

  Part of him wanted to laugh at the vision of domestic goddesshood as she dipped one knee and flashed them both a glimpse of her sumptuous rear. Kit did laugh, but his mirth quickly died when she sashayed over to the bed and rapped his thigh with the springy metal. “This is a serious matter, Mr. Skye. I’m bitterly disappointed in you. Forfeiting in the first round, what sort of wussy behaviour is that?”

  “Climb aboard, babe. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

  “Humph!” she snorted. “The jury’s still out on that. What gets him off, Ross?”

  “Pretty much anything.”

  Kit groaned.

  “Yeah. How about you sucking his cock?”

  “It’s been known to work.” Ross crawled to Kit again and watched the muscles in Kit’s stomach jump as he wrapped his large hand around his friend’s cock. Already swollen from Evie’s earlier attention, the thick stem stood out from Kit’s bare skin, the tip vivid red and dripping the odd bead of precome. Up close, so close that he caught a hint of floral fragrance before he bestowed a gentle kiss, Ross spared a thought to how well his own stamina would hold.

  “You know you’ll crack first,” Kit whispered.

  “And if I do, I’ll leave you weeping. Who exactly is the loser then?” Teasingly, he ran his tongue around the tip of Kit’s glans. “Besides, who said this is all the lady has planned for you?”

  “Less talk,” she said, smacking his backside with the whisk. “Suck him good, Ross. I want to see his knuckles whiten. I want to see him weep.”

  Ross refrained from pointing out that Kit was already doing that. His friend’s fists were already clenched, and within moments a nervous tick played in his jaw. He had his teeth clamped together so hard, he was reduced to breathing in sharp bursts through his nose.

  Ross blew gently across the surface of the eye and Kit’s thighs jerked. He licked, even more gently, and Kit’s cock jerked hungry for more. He really didn’t think his lover was up to much more teasing. “He’s really primed, Evie.”

  The revelation earned him a growl of disapproval from Kit. “Traitor.”

  In response, Ross nipped Kit’s inner thigh with his teeth, which caused his cock to further jerk and swell, and more fluid to escape the tip. Evie wet her finger in it and then slipped the digit between her lips. She held a condom in her other hand, which she rolled down Kit’s shaft before positioning herself over him, her back to Kit’s face.

  On his knees, Ross watched her sink slowly, ever so damn slowly, inch by glorious inch over Kit’s erection until she took him right to the goddamn root. A tiny part of his heart pinched slightly at the sight, but the minor pain fled a moment later when she stretched and tugged open the apron fastening at the back of her neck and let the blue and white cloth fall forward, exposing her beautiful, rounded breasts to him and him alone.

  She’d rouged her nipples so they were deep crimson. “Come and let me warm you,” she invited.

  Ross didn’t wait for a second invitation. He knelt upright before her and sandwiched his cock between the warmth of her bosom. Ross loved this and didn’t get to do it nearly often enough. He kept rubbing up against her, loving the way her big, heavy breasts engulfed his cock, and how she stuck her tongue out to try and lick him when the head of his cock peeped from between her cleavage.

  “Let me suck you, Ross.” She clasped him around the hips, stilling his rocking, before bending to take his cock in her mouth again.

  Kit bucked in protest. “Fucking untie me.”

  “No.” She glanced at him over her shoulder.

  Some of the aggression slipped from his face. “Then at least turn around and get him to come up here so I can join in.”

  To Ross’s surprise, she actually capitulated. Unfortunately, that left him bereft of her soft comforts. Another stab of envy pierced his chest as Evie lowered herself onto Kit’s prick again, having turned to face him. He’d stood in the cold too many times in the past watching Kit make love and feeling sidelined to ever want to find himself there again, especially when, in this case, Kit was the plus one, not him. They’d invited him in to share, not to take over.

  “Ross.” Evie flapped her hand out trying to grasp his arm.

  He took the offered life line, angered with himself for letting jealousy get a grip. As multiple hands stroked his body, he realized that neither of his lovers had forgotten him.


  Evie pulled him closer, her cheeks were flushed, and her body swaying to a merry rhythm, so that her heavy breasts bounced with the motion. He couldn’t recall seeing her look more abandoned. Her unselfconscious enjoyment suited her. She clung to him and kissed him with lavish abandon him.

  “Mmmm,” she sighed into his mouth. “Help me, Ross.”

  He slid his fingers through her curls to rub her clit just above where Kit was fucking her. She clung a little tighter at the attention, but soon stopped him. “It has to be give and take. He’s going to give—” she inclined her head towards Kit “—and we’re going to take.”

  He realized she had a crooked view of Kit’s talents. He might give off dominant, aggressive vibes, but when it came down to it, giving was what Kit did best. Using him for their pleasure wouldn’t be a hardship. It wouldn’t put him any place he didn’t want to be.

  “Ross, pay attention.” She lightly cuffed him on the bicep.

  Damn! He needed to stop analyzing and concentrate on getting himself laid. When it came to sex, he didn’t normally let his mind wander like this. Having them both here together had scrambled his brains.

  Ross looked at them, admiring the lines of their twined bodies as they undulated together. While he stroked Evie’s breast, he lowered his head and licked along the nervous tick in Kit’s jaw. He read Kit well enough to interpret the signs: dancing spectres in the depths of his eyes, the way his breathing had become raspy but slow. Kit was already walking the line. It wouldn’t take much to tip him over. He wondered if Evie realized it.

  Kit beckoned him with tilt of his head.

  Ross shuffled up among the pile of pillows and traced Kit’s beautiful, expressive mouth with the head of his glans.

  The touch of Kit’s tongue broke him. Desperate for more, he welcomed the hot caress of Kit’s talented lips. Pushed himself in and out of the warm cavern and sunk into the heated darkness there. He didn’t recall closing his eyes. Somehow he could still see Kit clearly and feel Evie holding on tight to his hand.

  He wanted to come, and he never wanted this to end.