by S. Nelson
The drag of his zipper echoed in the room, my eyes bouncing from Brick’s to his lower half and back again. His nostrils flared when Andy pushed his jeans down his legs, his cock springing free and hitting against his stomach. Like me, he decided to go commando. If she saw the wound on his leg, she didn’t say anything.
Andy reached behind her, resting her hands on my thighs. “He’s beautiful. I can see why you want him,” she gushed, keeping her hands on me and her eyes on him.
I wanted to tell her that he was so much more than his physique, that he was kind and smart and funny, and protective, as of late, overly so, but I didn’t share those things with her because I wanted to keep something for me.
“His cock is huge. How do you take that?”
“She was made for me,” Brick answered on my behalf, the clench of his jaw another sign of his claim on me.
Diverting her attention from his borderline caveman statement, I asked her a question of my own. “Do you want to touch it?” Even though I was the one to ask, my breath skittered in my lungs at the image of her holding him in her hand.
She nodded and I moved to her side, my hands falling from her body to rest at my sides. I needed to be closer to him as she gripped him, wanting to be sure I’d be okay with another woman touching what was solely mine. If it became too much for me, I was confident they would both stop, and that knowledge gave me comfort.
Her hand drifted over his chest, careful of his injury, down his sculpted abs and toward the head of his cock, circling her fingers around as much of him as she could manage before stroking him from root to tip.
“Fuck,” Brick hissed, closing his eyes briefly before they landed on mine. A crease formed between his brows and he looked to be grappling with something, and if I had to guess it was the pleasure he felt at the hands of another woman… right in front of me.
“Does that feel good?” I asked, reaching underneath to cup his balls while she continued to languidly stroke him. He nodded, his breaths sounding like those of a bull getting ready to charge, his struggle to control himself fleeting with each caress she made.
Watching her touch him so intimately pushed against several emotions all at the same time. I wanted to rip her hand away and shield him from her eyes, but I also wanted to close my fingers around hers and push him faster toward his release. The need to assert my claim over Brick reared its ugly head, but was slightly lessened by the pleasure he experienced, witnessing him falter stoked my own desire while my jealousy battled for top rank.
All these warring reactions were new to me, and because one wasn’t stronger than its opposition, I continued to enjoy our entanglement.
Brick’s skin flushed and his breathing became erratic, and just when I thought he was going to come, he jerked his body back and fell from our hands.
If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought he was angry, his eyes narrowed and the muscles in his jaw jumping repeatedly.
I stepped into him. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to come like this,” he answered quickly. Instead of asking him anything else or suggesting something else we could do, he grabbed both of our hands and dragged us toward the bed, turning around to face me. “I’m only comin’ inside you.”
His mouth devoured mine, his aggressiveness solidifying his need for me, screaming that even though Andy was able to give him moments of pleasure, it was me he craved.
It was me he wanted to bury himself inside.
It was me he wanted to release his complete pleasure to.
Placing my hands on his chest, I tried to push him, but my attempt was futile. There was no way I’d ever be able to physically move him, but he realized what I wanted and took a step back.
“Get on the bed,” I instructed, reaching to grab Andy’s hand to pull her closer, leaning in to kiss her once she was near. Brick sat on the edge of the king-sized mattress. “Lie down.”
With swift movements, he was on his back, his hands behind his head, watching me with that sexy, cocky smile on his face, waiting patiently to see what would transpire.
I had to be careful with what happened next because every second that ticked by, I wanted to guard him yet expose him to Andy, in all ways that counted.
The fluttering of mixed feelings continued to confuse me, but I didn’t have time to try and dissect them before she hopped on the bed next to Brick and nestled into his side, touching him, leaning over him to kiss him while they both reached for me.
The sight was erotic.
The sight made me want to scream and shout for her to get away from him.
But the image of them close like that also made me so damn wet I was sure if I straddled Brick’s lap, he would slide in easier than he ever had before.
As I slowly advanced toward them, taking in the sight of them beside each other, two pairs of sultry eyes set solely on me, I hoped my desire continued to outweigh my jealousy tonight.
21
I wasn’t sure exactly how this was all gonna play out. Zoe told me she didn’t want me to fuck Andy, and I was completely okay with that, but what else was off the table? What shouldn’t I do with Andy and what shouldn’t she do to either of us?
Checking with Zoe before anything happened was the safest bet. I couldn’t bear it if she got unintentionally hurt by something I did or said, or if she became uncomfortable with the arrangement. I’d told her a few times before we arrived that if at any point she changed her mind, to tell me and we’d stop.
But so far, she was the one commanding what happened. She was the one to give Andy permission to kiss me, and she was the one who told Andy to help me undress while she stood behind her, playing with her nipples while she watched her ex stroke my dick.
The sight was hot as fuck, but I had to remove myself because there was no way I was comin’ from another woman’s touch. When I exploded, it was gonna be either in Zoe’s mouth or her warm, tight pussy. No other way.
We reached for Zoe to join us on the bed, Andy’s nakedness pressing against me. But she wasn’t the one I wanted. Yes, I was a red-blooded man and the woman was beautiful and had a fantastic body, and I admittedly was turned on with her nestling into me, but my desire for Zoe was so much more, and on a whole other level. There really wasn’t any comparison between them.
“If you don’t hurry up, I’m gonna make you wish you had,” I growled, sitting up so I was that much closer to reaching for her hand.
“Really?” Zoe slowed her movements on purpose, imprisoning her lower lip between her teeth. I was up and off the bed in a flash, her squeal of excitement making Andy chuckle.
“She likes to be spanked,” she blurted, licking her lips when I glanced back at her.
“I know.” I picked Zoe up under her arms and tossed her on the bed with Andy. “I’ve reddened her ass a few times.”
The women situated themselves so they were next to each other, their thighs falling open, shielding nothing from me. Andy’s fingers disappeared inside my woman once again, only this time I could see everything. I wanted to swat her hand away, but I was more intrigued with Zoe’s reaction. Her back arched slightly off the bed and she let out a throaty moan, her body beginning to tinge a gorgeous shade of pink. I stroked myself while I watched them, my eyes holding steady with Zoe’s until Andy shifted on the bed, leaned over, and kissed her, her fingers continuing to pump in and out of her.
“Do you want to come this way?” Andy whispered, plunging her tongue back inside Zoe’s mouth before she could answer. “Or do you want to come on my tongue?”
“Your tongue,” she groaned, squeezing Andy’s tit before releasing her to move down her body. Zoe looked at me, again silently asking if this was okay, and I nodded, the nonverbal communication all that was necessary.
“Open your legs for her, baby. Wider,” I demanded, running my hand over the top of Andy’s head, pushing her hair to the side so I could get a better view. Andy teased her clit with the tip of her tongue before rubbing the sensitive nub with he
r first two fingers. Zoe’s pleasure thrashed in the movement of her hips and the moans that fell from her beautiful mouth, and I couldn’t help but wonder whose touch she preferred, not that I would dare to ask, fearful of the answer.
Grabbing Andy under her chin, I pulled her off Zoe and captured her mouth with mine, tasting Zoe on her tongue. I heard a gasp and knew my woman was okay with what was happening. When I finally ended the kiss, I released Andy and moved up the bed toward Zoe’s head, winking at her as I got into position on my knees.
“I told you I wanted you to come on her tongue while you sucked me off. Open up.” She didn’t hesitate, parting her lips and licking the tip. I plunged my cock between her luscious lips and didn’t go slow, her groans vibrating against me and making it fuckin’ hard to control myself.
“Come for me, Zo,” Andy pleaded, lifting her head only long enough to make her demand. “I know you’re close.”
I hated she knew Zoe’s body like I did, but at the same time, I loved that she was able to give her the pleasure she deserved.
Zoe twisted her head to the side and my cock fell from her mouth. She looked down at Andy, garbled pleas tumbling forward as she pumped her hips against Andy’s mouth.
“Right there… yeah… do it again… again… don’t stop. I’m gonna—” She stopped talking and took me back into the warmth of her mouth, sucking faster and harder than before, drawing my pleasure to the brink as hers barreled down on her.
She clamped her thighs together, trapping Andy between them as her body writhed on the bed. I pinched her nipple as I hit the back of her throat, anchoring her head in place as I thrust between her lips.
“Swallow it,” I growled, even though Zoe needed no such instruction. The look in her eyes when she came pushed me toward my climax, the first wave of my orgasm hitting her tongue, the next wave thicker and trickling down the back of her throat. She licked me clean while Andy lapped up her desire, and even though I wanted to claim every one of Zoe’s orgasms, I couldn’t deny that what just happened excited me.
Moments later, with my cock still inside Zoe’s mouth, Andy slowly crawled up her body, licking every inch of her until they were face to face. I pulled back slightly until only the tip remained against her mouth, and when Andy kissed her, her tongue swept across the head of my arousal. I looked at Zoe, trying to see if she witnessed what happened, and my curiosity was sated when Zoe smiled at me before pulling her ex closer until their mouths met in a frenzy.
Seconds later, Zoe bit Andy’s bottom lip, making the other woman gasp. “Get on your back,” she told her, shifting over so Andy had room. Then she turned her gaze on me, her beautiful eyes hooded, her breathing starting to pick back up in excitement. “Can you take me from behind?”
“One of my favorites,” I said, positioning her on all fours in front of me. I didn’t need to ask where Andy fit into this next piece of the puzzle because she was sprawled out in front of us, Zoe hovering over her, ready to reciprocate the favor.
Before she lowered herself between her thighs, I pulled her back toward me and turned her head to the side so my mouth was next to her ear.
I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say, so many words jumbled together I wasn’t sure my brain could filter any of them fast enough for me to make sense if I gave them life. She waited a moment, the silence thickening between us, and just when I thought she was gonna start to worry, thinking I didn’t want to continue, she kissed me so deep I felt it in my goddamn toes. She seemed to understand what I couldn’t, which was another reason why I knew we were meant for each other.
22
Never had I been in this position, literally and figuratively. I’d never found myself in the middle of my past and my present, who I was also hoping would be my future. Brick had asked me if I’d loved Andy, and I told him I had but didn’t have those feelings for her any longer.
It was true I still cared about her. She was still my friend. And while I’d told him the truth, I wasn’t so sure anymore that what I felt for her when we were together was love. When I compared my feelings then to what I held in my heart toward Brick, there was no comparison.
Andy and I had similar interests, were attracted to each other, and connected on many levels. There was passion between us, but the desire I had for Brick was on a whole other realm and it didn’t have anything to do with him being a man and Andy being a woman.
Feelings were simply that… feelings.
The more I dwelled on the topic, the more my own thoughts confused me, but I could honestly say that if he uttered those three precious words to me, I’d reciprocate without hesitation.
Pushing myself out of my own head and back into the scene in front of me, and behind me, my chest expanded with a swirl of air.
“Are you ready?” Brick asked, his breath tickling my neck before his tongue invaded my mouth once again, his taste intoxicating and making me drunk on my need for him.
“Do it slow,” I whispered, turning my head away from him to look down at Andy. She was ready for me, her thighs parted, her breasts heaving, her nipples pert, begging for my mouth. Her lips were swollen, and her eyes were hooded, watching me, waiting for me to give her all the pleasure she selflessly gave to me not moments ago.
I bent forward to press my mouth to hers, dipping inside to explore. She was a great kisser, soft and gentle, but passionate when our desires tipped over.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked, knowing damn well what she was going to tell me. Our faces were close still, her eyes flashing bright with lust.
“Make me come.” The churn of her plea excited me even more.
“How?” I gently bit the sensitive area below her ear.
“I want you to use your mouth,” she groaned, shifting on the bed in sweet anticipation.
Looking over my shoulder, I saw Brick watching us, his grin widening when his eyes landed on mine. We licked our lips at the same time, and I wondered if his heart was beating as fast as mine. Then I swung my attention back toward Andy, whispering in her ear how much I wanted to hear her scream my name when she came. My teeth captured her lobe and she sucked in a breath. I took my time exploring her body like I’d done only months ago, teasing her nipples, applying a hint of pressure to the tight buds before wrapping my lips around them. She loved to be teased, and since Brick and I had both come at least once tonight, it was now her turn to be taken care of.
When Andy first brought up the suggestion of this threesome, I realized she only made the proposal because she wanted to be with me again. She had no interest in Brick, although she did comment on how attractive he was after meeting him. And earlier, I saw the appreciation for his virility in the flash of her eyes and the admiring grin on her lovely face.
I wanted to scream at her for daring to run her tongue over any part of Brick’s cock, but I also wanted to demand she do it again.
Blowing a puff of air against her heated need, she shivered, and when she tried to close her legs, I kept them open with a firm grip on the inside of her thighs. I wiggled my ass against Brick, and he pressed into me, slowly like I asked. I wanted to savor every second of our encounter. There was no need to rush to the finish line tonight.
My body stretched around his thickness, the hitch in my breath, then the quick release of the air in my lungs coaxing a throaty moan from the beautiful woman beneath me.
As he took me from behind, burying himself deep inside, he grabbed my waist and held on with bruising force. I tried to focus on the pleasure he stroked from my body while I buried my tongue in Andy’s pussy, licking and sucking, using my fingers to match the rhythm of my mouth. It was difficult to keep up the constant momentum, wanting to scream for Brick to fuck me harder but also wanting him to go slower at the same time.
In the thick of our entanglement, endless moans filled the air around us, driving the desire to find our release, complementing our enrapture, our need to demand, our need to succumb.
Andy’s breathing became shallow as she pushed my hair f
rom my face. She loved to watch me stroke her higher toward the tip of the flame, thrusting her hips and stealing her pleasure any way she could.
Brick’s fingers dug deeper into my waist as his movements came faster.
“Make her come,” he demanded, his cock hitting the secret spot inside. “I wanna hear her scream your name.”
I worked my tongue faster, pumped my fingers harder, sucked her clit rougher, just how she liked.
“Zoe…” she moaned, grabbing her breast with her free hand, and squeezing, her lips parting right before she tossed her head back, then side to side. “I’m right there… right… yeah….”
“Fuck!” Brick shouted, driving into me in long, sure strokes. He was so deep, the force he used pushed me toward the edge of pain before pulling me back into utter bliss.
“Baby, I’m close. Make her come. Now,” he grunted, his tone deep and barely recognizable, his uncontrollable lust erupting through his voice.
With the baring of my teeth, Andy grabbed my hair and gripped the strands tightly between her fingers. I knew what she liked, what would finally shove her over. She was oversensitive right now and all I had to do was put the slightest pressure on her clit. The first bite barely registered, but when I bit down again, she pulled my hair and released the sexiest sound.
I lapped up her juices as she writhed beneath me, slowing down only when she started to relax into my touch.
Bracing myself on the bed with both of my arms, I pressed back against the forceful thrusts of his cock. Andy moved onto all fours, facing me, swallowing every sound I made because of Brick’s brutal punishment, a torture I’d come to love. Before I could take another breath, he wrapped his hand around my throat and pulled me back against his chest, his body’s movements never faltering. Andy followed, brushing her breasts against mine as her hand disappeared between my legs.
