Enticement

by Madelynn Ellis

  Both men had their eyes shut tight, but Evie’s remained wide open. She couldn’t get enough of seeing them together like this. Hell, watching Kit fellate Ross would’ve been enough to get her off, especially while he was bound and looked so outrageously sexy, but incredibly she was part of this union too, straddled across Kit’s hips, his cock satisfying her hungry itch for release, while Ross, when he remembered in between gasps of pleasure, lavished further attention on her breasts.

  Ross—her Ross… She touched him too. It felt as if she’d slipped into an erotic movie and was somehow able to participate. She stroked his arse and he let out a strangled cry. Kit responded with a whimper of his own and by swallowing fast. A tiny dribble of semen escaped his lips and rolled over his chin. Evie licked it away.

  “Get this damn tape off me.”

  Evie sealed Kit’s mouth with a kiss, stealing the taste of Ross’s pleasure from him.

  Ross released him.

  The moment Kit’s arms were free he flipped Evie onto her back, clamped his hands over her and held her down while he drove into her like he was possessed. Coming was all too easy, but even when they both sagged together, spent, they weren’t finished with her. While Kit dealt with the condom, Ross shimmied down between her legs and roused her to another peak with his tongue. Having returned to the bed, Kit joined in by sucking her sensitive nipples. Having two men, with their four arms, two mouths, and two cocks was definitely the way to reach paradise, she decided as she sank into a lethargic sleep.

  Ross woke her with his kisses and the gentle pinch of his teeth upon her earlobe at some ungodly hour. The nimble, evocative dance of his fingers over her stomach persuaded her she wanted to stay awake. It wasn’t long before he lay buffeted up to her arse, his prick satisfyingly hard inside her, having hooked her upper leg over his hairy one. Unlike earlier, this joining was long and slow and drowsy. The climax from it like a languorous roll of thunder, which rather than calling a cease fire, heralded the main act.

  Kit only woke when Ross pulled her onto her knees and started pounding her like a jackhammer, doggy style, so that the headboard knocked an indent in the old plaster.

  “You started without me,” he complained, his mouth still slack from sleep so that the words came out slurred. “Bastards.”

  Ross chuckled.

  Evie’s attention fastened upon Kit’s drowsy visage. Repose took a good ten years off his age, smoothing the worry and laughter lines she’d barely noticed so that he seemed terribly young and innocent, the impression exaggerated by the fact that he had his curled fist pressed to his lips and was sucking on the bent knuckle of his middle finger.

  The covers rustled as his other hand slipped out of sight. The indent of his fist knocking repeatedly against the duvet made it obvious what he was doing.

  “Ross—oh, god, Ross! Slow down a minute, will you! I want to watch.”

  Ross’s chest pressed tight to her back so that a layer of sweat slicked their skin, as he slowed the roll of his hips to a steadier pace, allowing Evie to loosen her grip upon the headboard and flick back the covers.

  “Hey!” Kit let out a bellow of protest and made half-hearted grabbing motion that fell woefully short. “It’s cold.”

  “Just keep doing that and you’ll soon warm up.” Ross chuckled.

  Kit’s dark eyes opened, and his grip on his cock relaxed. His erection plumped up some when his caught sight of what they were doing. “Bad lovers,” he snarled rolling up onto his knees. “Cruel of you not to wake me.”

  He traced his fingers over Evie’s cheek. “You especially. Can’t believe you left me out just so that you could watch me wank.”

  Immeasurably frustrated by the lack of gaining that privilege, Evie snapped her teeth. “You should just let me, and then I wouldn’t feel the need to spy on you while you sleep.”

  “I’ve told you, tossing myself is a solitary pleasure, or else reserved for phone sex-isodes.” He caught Ross’s gaze over her shoulder.

  Evie grinned. Phone sex was just fine. She’d make sure she didn’t interrupt the next time the two of them felt like talking dirty, she’d just make sure she was in a position to keep an eye on Kit while they were at it.

  He must have cottoned on to her thoughts because he pursed his lips at her grin. The black look only lasted a second before his attention reverted back to Ross. “Steady now. Let me join you.”

  Surprisingly, he leapt off the bed and scurried across the landing. He came back a few seconds later, his now impressive erection dressed for action and shiny with lube.

  “You could have just asked, you know.” Balancing on one elbow she yanked open her sock drawer and held out a bottle of lube to him. Kit took it with a smile and squirted a large blob on to two stiffened fingers. The sudden whooshing intake of breath from Ross told her where he’d directed them.

  “Jeez!” Her boyfriend hissed. His motion became rather panicky and arrhythmic. “Kit! Oh, my god!”

  “Easy. Just relax, you’ll love it.”

  Evie strained her neck trying to see what he was doing. All she could make out were Kit’s eyes glittering in the dark. He bore a look of intense concentration, while Ross was on the verge of expiring against her back, his movements now reduced to tremors. “What are you doing?”

  Ross’s verbal ability had been reduced to ecstatic sobs.

  “Preparing him.”

  “What for?” She knew the answer, but she still had to ask.

  “Something I should have done six years ago.”

  “Now you’re just being deliberately obtuse.”

  “Why don’t you tell her, Ross?” Kit’s hand curled around Ross’s shoulder.

  Evie stopped craning her neck as Ross’s whispered words tickled against her neck. “He’s fucking me… Oh, hell that’s good.”

  “We’re not there yet. That’s just the warm up. Let me give you the real thing.”

  She might not have felt the sensations as Kit popped Ross’s anal cherry, but Evie vicariously revelled in Ross’s pleasure as, open mouthed, he greedily licked and bit at the skin between her shoulder blades. She suddenly wished for mirrored wardrobe doors, just so that she could watch. “Is he inside you?”

  “Almost.” Ross’s voice was way up high, a breathy, flighty little squeak. “Oh, Evie, I can’t describe it. It feels as if he’s fucking right through me into you.” His cock bucked inside her at his words. Kit surged forward, forcing them all up the bed. Evie tightened her grip upon the headboard.

  “That’s it. Come on…easy…you can take this all.”

  Ross gripped her hips, keeping a tight hold so he stayed deep inside her as he tentatively eased himself back to meet Kit’s forward motion.

  It was never going to last long. The perspiration dripping off Ross scalded her with its heat. Expletives flew from his lips in staggered gasps. Control, if there’d been much to begin with, completely fled the field. He bucked into her. He drove himself back against Kit, clearly lost to anything but the sensations flooding his senses.

  Evie frantically rubbed her clit, determined to share the pleasure of release with him. Based on Kit’s low moans he was chasing release too.

  In the end, it was her climax that finished Ross off, her muscles clasping his cock tight. Completely overcome with the sheer ebullient joy of the moment, Ross cried out, before crashing against her, spent and weak. Freed of Kit’s grasp, his cock now limp, Ross rolled on to his back. “If I ever wake up and find I can still walk we’re going to do that again, and again…and again.” His eyelids closed.

  Kit gently mussed his hair and then took her by the hand. “Come on, let’s shower. I think lover boy needs some rest.” They coated one another in soap suds, then gave each other vigorous rub downs with the terry towels to dry off, before sliding back into bed on either side of Ross.

  It felt weird to wake together the next morning. Kit’s presence in the bed had overridden Ross’s dislike of physical contact while he slept. There simply wasn’t space for t
hem all to have their own segregated spaces. Instead, they slept spooned together, arms and legs all entangled. Sunday followed a simple pattern, sex, breakfast, table sex, shower—Ross blowing Kit on bended knees, followed by the rumpling of the freshly made bed, then dinner and a film before an evening chock full of sex.

  Evie fell into bed dead on her feet, and slept snuggled between Ross and Kit’s hot, lean bodies, a position she found it damned hard to rouse herself from when the alarm started shrieking on Monday morning.

  Ross rolled out of bed on the third beep and staggered towards the bathroom, making zombie noises. Evie hit snooze and pulled the duvet over her head to guard against the daylight. Everything ached, but she couldn’t stop smiling thinking about what they’d done together. The alarm went off again. This time Kit silenced it. Then he gently blew across her ear.

  “Stop it.” Evie hunched her shoulders trying to block the irritation. Instead of backing off, Kit’s lips closed upon her earlobe.

  “It’s time to wake up.”

  “It so isn’t.” Why the hell couldn’t the working week start on a Wednesday? “You get up,” she grumbled when he continued the tease.

  “Babe, I’m already up.”

  “Really?” Despite the lethargy gripping her limbs, arousal sparked at the thought of him standing eager. Kit shuffled closer so that he spooned her back, and his cock rubbed into the crevice between the cheeks of her bottom. A low, tired groan escaped from her throat, transforming in the process into a sigh of longing. She grew wet with arousal, wet and eager, even though the fuzzy warmth of sleep still held her in a tenacious grip.

  “How about I help rouse you a little?” Without pausing for a response, Kit slung an arm over her hip and brushed his fingers through the V of curls that covered her mons.

  “Kit, I’m knackered.” She gave another low moan, aware that she ought to get up. Maureen would give her hell if she strolled in late and could only offer a weekend of total debauchery as an excuse. Her boss, the sister-in-law of Melton Manor’s owners, considered near or total death the only valid reason for not being in work and on time. “I can’t be late.”

  “Best get up then.” He hauled the covers off her and smacked her naked rump, before rolling on to his back. “Guess I’ll just have to play with this little triumph of nature all alone.”

  She immediately rolled over. Kit lay with one hand clasped behind his mussed up bed hair, the other was stretched surreptitiously towards her half-open sock drawer, where a bottle of lube poked out from between the jumble of mismatched socks.

  “I have to work.”

  “Yup,” he agreed. “Best get dressed.”

  “Definitely. I can’t be late.”

  “That is a shame.”

  Evie glanced down at the shiny red helm of his cock, and arousal fluttered like a wild bird through her innards, dulling the aches in her limbs and sharpening her addled mind. Maybe she had time for a quick cuddle. It’d take twenty minutes tops to shower and dress, assuming Ross ever vacated the bathroom, and another ten to drive to Melton Manor. That left fifteen minutes for coffee and toast, or savouring Kit. Despite the grumble in her stomach, there was no contest. She reached out and lightly traced the tip of his glans.

  “You’ll be late.”

  “I won’t. Not if we’re quick.” She grabbed a condom off the bedside table and bypassing any other preamble, rolled it smoothly down his shaft. “Come and get me, tiger.”

  Kit gave a mock growl as Evie piled the pillows into rather haphazard mound and draped herself over them on all fours. “Don’t I even get a kiss?” His chest vibrated against her back as he slid into position, sparking a triumphant hiss.

  “Yes… oh, yes.”

  “Quick, right?” He planted his hands over hers and gripped tight.

  Trembling as he repetitively filled her, driving in and out of her at breakneck speed, Evie met him thrust for thrust and revelled in their frantic, driving need. She didn’t realize Ross was back from the shower until the wardrobe door creaked. Seemingly flummoxed by what he’d returned to, Ross put on his shirt and tie with his back facing the bed. When he turned, his cheeks were an unhealthy shade of red.

  “Ross,” Evie gasped, registering his embarrassment. “Ross, I’m sorry.” She tried to push Kit away, and stretched a hand towards Ross, but Kit bucked into her twice as fast and refused to let her inch out of his arms. For the first time since their three-way dalliance had begun, she felt a stab of fear. Clearly, there were boundaries in this relationship that needed establishing. Everything they’d done over the weekend had been mutual. If it involved Kit, it involved all three of them. Neither she nor Ross had got too exclusive with him. Leastways, not like this.

  “No, it’s okay. We can’t always all be involved. Enjoy yourselves.”

  She’d known him too long and knew him too well not to realize that his response was alien to what he wanted.

  “Thanks,” Kit muttered, and she watched Ross wince. His obvious hurt made her chest ache.

  Ross turned away and hurried downstairs carrying the remainder of his outfit.

  “Stop it, Kit! I have to go after him. He’s hurt.”

  “No.” Kit held her tight. “He’ll be fine. It’s got to be equal or it won’t last out the day, and he knows that, Evie. If I’d walked in on you and Ross, I wouldn’t have got all pouty, and you didn’t when you walked in on me and Ross. It’s got to be the same rules in all directions.”

  “It will be. But we’ve given him a shock.”

  “It has to be equal.”

  Evie snarled, suddenly infuriated by his tight grip, and his unwillingness to compromise. Ross needed her. What she had with him was far stronger and more important than the newborn bonds forming between herself and Kit in their tentative ménage a trois.

  “What you were saying last night, wasn’t quite so hung up on equality. Now, let go.” She smacked at his hands.

  “What we were—?” Kit’s hold eased a little. He stopped moving, allowing her room to wriggle free, although he caught her wrist before she scampered off the bed. “So you heard that. I wondered if you were really asleep.”

  “I love you,” she’d heard Kit whisper to Ross as they lay still joined together, basking in the afterglow of having come from rubbing their cocks together. They’d thought her sleeping. In truth, she was dozing, but those words had seared themselves through the cotton wool in her head and tore open a hole in her heart. That Kit loved Ross was a truth that she should have known, since it was there in every look they exchanged, but hearing him say it, without a qualifier that included her, had sown a seed of doubt in her mind that continued to grow.

  Kit was right. If this was to work out long term, instead of just being a passing fling, the love had to flow in all directions equally.

  Kit jerked her onto the bed and rolled her onto her back. He lay on top of her so that their stomachs met, and his erection nestled comfortably between the lips of her sex. Evie squirmed, loving the weight and feel of him, and his closeness, but still angry at his confession during the night, and the way he was keeping her from Ross.

  “Evie.” Kit gently brushed the hair away from her face and kissed her lips. “I didn’t mean it to sound exclusive. You know we haven’t known each other nearly as long. You wouldn’t believe me even if I made such an admission to you. It doesn’t mean I won’t ever say that and mean it. I want this to work, after all.” His fingers curled tightly into her plump rear, lifting her, so that he slid up and down between her sex lips, tormenting her with his closeness.

  She craved penetration again. But she wanted Ross to be with them. Body on autopilot, she raised her hips in greeting.

  “He’ll be absolutely fine, Evie. Guilt’ll kill this faster than anything else. Don’t let it take root.”

  The bedroom door swung open again, revealing Ross dressed for work, but with his zip undone and his cock poking upwards over the top of his underwear. He gave them both a rather sheepish grin. “Erm, am I welcome
?”

  The vibration of Kit’s laughter rippled through her torso and into her limbs. “’Course you’re bloody welcome, you idiot.”

  “Ross! How could you think you wouldn’t be?” She stretched a hand out towards him as best she could while Kit continued to crowd her.

  “You don’t mind if I join in?”

  “Only if you don’t mind being late.”

  A shadow of doubt clouded Ross’s face, vanquished a second later as Kit hooked his fingers inside the elastic of Ross’s shorts and tugged him closer.

  “I’ll say the traffic was bad.” Ross squeaked as Kit’s thumb traced the curve of his glans. Kit tugged the briefs and trousers down, exposing Ross’s lower half. His cock immediately swung a little higher, so that it seemed to kiss the bush of springy curls that cradled its base and extended upwards in a thin line towards Ross’s navel.

  “You should let your hair grow back in,” Evie said to Kit, who was perfectly hairless save for his head and the morning stubble peppering his chin.

  The remark prompted a frown. “No way, it’d itch like hell.”

  “Only for a day or two.”

  “Besides, if I did you’d never be able to tell us apart in the dark.”

  She was pretty certain she’d always be able to tell them apart, irrespective of her sight. They were built differently, smelled different, and just felt and moved in completely different ways. Bypassing the issue for another occasion, Evie stretched and shuffled up the bed a little, so that her head extended over the mattress edge into the space between Ross’s parted thighs. Despite his recent shower, the perfume of him wafted over her like a fabled aphrodisiac. She licked his inner thigh, where the skin was a smooth contrast to the more hirsute outer and lower leg. Grasping him for support she stroked her hand up to his bottom and round over his hips to caress the base of his cock.

  “Next time you two want to shag before breakfast, let me know so I can set the alarm for earlier.” Ross ruffled Kit’s hair. “God, I love you, Evie.” Ross’s bright blue eyes shone down at her as he rubbed the side of her jaw with one callused thumb, while she continued to lavish attention on his inner thigh and the soft weight of his ball sack.