Sated in Ink

by Carrie Ann Ryan

  She had never done anything like this before in her life. She didn’t really even know these guys. Oh, she spoke to them often, had gotten together with them a few times, and knew they weren’t serial killers or horrible people. She liked them. And she had thought she was well on her way to becoming good friends with them. While it had been a few months since her life changed, she hadn’t been ready to date. And she hadn’t wanted to choose between Lincoln and Ethan, the only two people who’d even appeared on her radar this entire time. So, she’d decided that she wasn’t going to choose. She was just going to be their friend. But as she watched them kiss, watched their breaths come in pants right along with hers, she knew she could never choose. This was a mistake. This was such a huge mistake.

  The guys broke apart and looked at each other as if they were the only two people in the world. But then they turned and looked at her. The same hunger-filled gaze that she knew was on her face was on theirs, and it was directed right at her.

  “Oh,” she breathed out. The guys leaned closer to each other but were still touching her knees, as if they needed her to be a part of this. But what was this?

  She looked between them and then scrambled to her feet and ran into the kitchen.

  She could hear them cursing behind her as her breaths came in shallow gulps. She tried to force air into her lungs, wondering what the hell was going on.

  She was not this person. She didn’t have threesomes with men. Well, she hadn’t before, at least. She hadn’t done a lot of things before.

  She’d been in a relationship with Dustin for so long. That had been her normal.

  But she knew lasting poly relationships existed. She knew of a triad who shopped in her store often who had three children. And there was even a popular TV show that had the main characters in a full triad. They were happy, and while some part of society may look down on them, their family didn’t. Their friends didn’t. It was normal, just like a partnership would be.

  But then again, did she really want to get in the middle of this? Literally?

  From the way that Ethan and Lincoln had kissed, she had a feeling there were some long-dormant and deeply buried emotions between the two. Had that been their first kiss? Maybe. It felt like it.

  Would she get in the way?

  She found a glass and got some water. As she was sipping it, trying to breathe while not choking, the guys walked in, their lips swollen from kisses, their cheeks ruddy—but not from drink.

  No, it was from each other.

  And maybe her. She was the one who had done this. She had been the one to say they should kiss and all of that.

  This was her fault.

  She had no one to blame but herself.

  “Holland, are you okay?” Lincoln asked, sounding just as sober as she felt.

  “Fine. Everything’s fine. See? Everything’s fine.”

  “Then why are you saying the word fine a lot with a very high-pitched voice?” Ethan asked, coming near her. They were so big, they crowded her without even trying. She swallowed hard, her back against the counter as both men stood, not touching but close enough that she could feel the heat of them. Or maybe that was just her desire.

  She didn’t know, but she was worried. So worried.

  What if this is a mistake? What if she lost both of them when she’d just found them?

  But maybe this would lead the men into a new part of their relationship that they both wanted. Perhaps this was good for them.

  Horrible for her. But that was fine. She didn’t need anything more than she had. She was just fine.

  “I just didn’t expect that.”

  “We didn’t mean to pressure you into anything,” Lincoln said.

  “He’s right. We’re sorry. It started out as a game, but it turned into something completely different.”

  “I guess so. I’m sorry, you guys. I’m the one who started it. I ruined it all.”

  Lincoln took a step forward, and she stiffened. But he just stood there, so close but not touching. Ethan looked between the two of them, worry on his face, and she tried to smile. To lighten the mood. It wasn’t easy.

  But nothing ever was these days.

  “I should go.”

  “You’ve had too much to drink, and I know it’s not my place to say anything, but I don’t feel right about you getting into an Uber like this. It’s not safe,” Ethan said. “And neither of us is sober enough to drive. You can stay the night.”

  Her brows shot up on her forehead.

  “Excuse me?”

  Ethan put both hands up.

  “I was thinking you could sleep in the guest room. And Lincoln can take the couch while I sleep in my bed.”

  The word bed dropped like a stone between the three of them, and she swallowed hard, trying not to imagine them in his bed. Or even just the two of them. Any two. Any pair would work.

  Holland knew she was letting herself overthink this. And making the wrong decisions.

  “Okay, I’ll stay. Mostly because you’re right, I don’t really feel safe getting into someone else’s car right now.”

  “But I want to make sure you feel safe here,” Lincoln said, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

  The movement actually made her look down, and she noticed a very hard erection pressing against his jeans. And when she turned her head, she glanced over at Ethan’s crotch, too—because, of course, she did—and he had just as thick of an erection.

  Dear God, everything was moving too fast.

  Both guys noticed her looking, and Lincoln cleared his throat. Her gaze shot up to his, and he smiled at her. A soft smile that wasn’t a sneer, wasn’t mocking.

  She felt safe. Not just with him but also with Ethan.

  She didn’t know how everything had happened. She didn’t know how she had gotten here. But maybe she didn’t have to walk away. Perhaps this could be fun. Just a distraction.

  Or maybe she was losing her mind by even considering it.

  “We can go play the game and put the rest of the booze away,” Lincoln said.

  “That might be best.”

  She swallowed again, her mouth dry, and Ethan seemed to notice. He handed over the glass she had put on the counter. She didn’t even remember doing that.

  “Drink some water. We all probably should.”

  “We should.”

  But the guys didn’t move. And she didn’t sip.

  Instead, she set down the glass and looked at her hands.

  “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I don’t want you guys to ruin your friendship or never see me again because of this. So, let’s pretend it didn’t happen.”

  “I don’t know if I can do that,” Lincoln said quickly, and both she and Ethan looked over at him.

  “What?”

  “I don’t think I can forget. I’m sorry. I can’t.”

  “Oh.”

  “I guess we need to talk?” Ethan asked.

  Lincoln nodded, but then he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers.

  She was so shocked that, for a moment, she didn’t do anything. But then she kissed him back.

  Before she could even take a breath, Lincoln took a step back and turned her to face Ethan. The other man stared at her wide-eyed before he seemed to get the message Lincoln was sending and leaned down to kiss her again.

  She felt as if she were swimming, her body two steps behind her actions, her mind even further away, but she just kept kissing him, wanting more.

  And then Ethan was gone, and Lincoln’s lips were on hers once more. She moaned, sliding her hands through his hair even as her other hand was still on Ethan’s chest.

  She pulled back a bit. “What are we doing?”

  “Just kissing. We can do that, right?” Lincoln asked.

  “But I don’t know what any of this means.”

  “I don’t think it matters. Just for tonight. We’ll figure it out.” And then Ethan’s mouth was on hers again, and she was moaning once more.

  A heartbeat
later, she was watching the two of them kiss, their way a little bit rougher, with a little more growl.

  Her lips were swollen, she could feel it, her chin most likely a little red from their beards, but she didn’t care.

  When Lincoln pulled her close, his hand on her ass as he molded her to his body, his lips on hers, she leaned into it. Wanting more.

  And then Ethan was behind her, slowly running his hands up and down her sides. She leaned back into him. Both men kissed her neck, and then she twisted her head back to kiss Ethan.

  When she moved her head to the side, the guys kissed each other around her, but both of their hands were still on her. She couldn’t focus, couldn’t do anything. There didn’t seem to be a need for talking. The booze caught back up with her, and then she didn’t need to talk. Didn’t want to.

  Instead, she just let her body do what it wanted, what they all needed. She gave in to the moment. To the passion. There would be time for talking and repercussions later. But right then, she could blame it on the booze.

  “What are we doing?” Ethan breathed into her ear. She turned, kissing his chin.

  “I don’t know,” she answered honestly. “I don’t know.”

  “We don’t have to do anything but kiss. We can stop right now,” Lincoln said. He looked at them both, and she nodded.

  “I know I can walk away. Right now, if I want. I don’t feel pressure.” That was a lie. She felt pressured, but it was by herself, not them. These two had nothing to do with it. Oh, they had everything to do with it, but not in the pressure department.

  “I just like the way you taste. Both of you. And I feel like I can taste Ethan on your lips, and it makes me even harder.” Lincoln growled out the words.

  She looked down between them and then rocked her core against Lincoln’s jean-clad cock. Both of them groaned, and when she wiggled her ass back on Ethan’s hardness, he let out a sound from the back of his throat.

  “I need to get my hands on you,” Ethan growled, much like Lincoln had earlier. “Both of you. Is that okay?”

  “Just hands. Just for tonight. I don’t think I’m ready for more.”

  Lincoln nodded. “Hands are perfect. But I think we need to move back into the living room. Because I’ve never really wanted to have sex in a kitchen. I’m just saying, it’s probably not the best place for it.”

  Ethan laughed, and Holland joined in. Who’d have thought she’d be able to laugh during a threesome, and that it’d actually be fun? Who thought she’d be having a threesome at all?

  But she didn’t want to stop. She couldn’t. So why was she even thinking about it? The guys weren’t talking about it. They didn’t want to stop. Right then, she decided she would go with the flow, seize the moment. She only hoped to hell that there were pieces left of her when they finished.

  Without words, Lincoln led them into the living room, and while she might’ve thought it would dampen the mood just slightly, it almost seemed to intensify it. As if they wanted to touch each other but couldn’t. As if they needed to. She needed to.

  Before she could think, Lincoln’s mouth was on hers again, and Ethan’s hands were between her and the other man. He slid his knuckles down Lincoln’s erection, and Lincoln growled into her mouth, rocking into Ethan’s palm—and therefore, her, too. Ethan’s other hand slid under her shirt, over her soft belly, and then cupped a breast.

  She groaned and leaned back as he tweaked her nipple, letting Lincoln’s tongue slide down her neck as Ethan played with her breasts.

  “I need more,” Lincoln growled.

  She had never felt like this before. Had never been in this type of situation. It was all so new and exciting. And, yes, she needed more, too. Wanted more.

  When Lincoln tugged at her shirt, she raised her arms, letting him take it off. Ethan undid her bra so quickly, she almost missed it.

  But then she found herself pressed against Ethan’s chest even firmer, Lincoln’s mouth on her breasts as Ethan’s hands slid between them and behind the waistband of her leggings.

  She gasped as he cupped her over her panties, his middle finger playing between her folds.

  She couldn’t focus, there were so many sensations that it didn’t matter. All she could do was just live in the moment.

  Ethan rubbed at her clit over her panties as Lincoln sucked at her nipples, one and then the other, squeezing and molding.

  She writhed between them, wanting more, but she couldn’t even breathe. Couldn’t do anything. So, she slid her hand over Ethan’s length, and then Lincoln’s, rubbing them over their clothes.

  They both groaned and then pulled away from her, leaving her wanting and breathless.

  Suddenly, her pants were around her ankles, and she shucked them off. And then her panties followed. She stood between the men, naked, and licked her lips as she gazed at them.

  “It doesn’t seem fair that I’m naked and you two aren’t.”

  They looked at each other, then at her, and then nodded in unison.

  It was so fucking hot.

  They each tugged off their shirts and then undid their pants. She couldn’t just stand there doing nothing, so she played with her breasts, cupping them, rolling her nipples between her fingers.

  Ethan groaned, quickly shucking his pants. Then he was naked before her. Lincoln joined him a moment later. Both completely built, utterly bare. And hers for the night.

  Hers…and each other’s, as well. It was the three of them. There was no going back.

  They were both long and thick, and she knew it would likely be too much for her, but she didn’t care. Ethan reached down and gripped the base of his cock, slowly sliding his fingers up and down his length as he stared at her.

  Lincoln did the same, but then she moved forward, wanting more. She slid her hands over Ethan’s and then Lincoln’s and gave them each a squeeze. Both guys let go, and then there she was, holding two dicks in her hands, running her fingers up and down their lengths. She had never felt so wanton, and she loved it.

  She pumped them once, twice, and then they both groaned and moved.

  Lincoln was behind her this time, rubbing his cock along the seam of her ass as he slid his hand down her body, spearing her with two fingers.

  She called out, but no sound escaped as Ethan had his mouth on hers. She gripped his dick, pumping hard as she cupped his balls with her other hand.

  Ethan’s mouth was now on her breast, and it was so good. So many limbs and tongues and mouths. It was hard not to get lost in it all. But then she let herself. Because, why not?

  They’d just said hands. Hands and touch. And maybe a little taste. But they were all standing there, their hands on each other, all of them clearly wanting and needing more.

  The sounds of flesh against flesh and growls in the air was almost too much, and she nearly came right then.

  But Lincoln suddenly had his thumb on her clit, and Ethan’s mouth was on her breast, and then…she came. Hard and fast, clenching around Lincoln’s fingers even as she arched into Ethan’s mouth.

  She twisted her neck just slightly, and Lincoln took her lips in a bruising kiss that sent both of them to the edge. Her again, him for the first time.

  But then she twisted out of his hold. Lincoln slid his fingers out of her and rubbed her wetness on Ethan’s mouth. She almost came again as Ethan’s eyes darkened even more, and he opened his mouth, sucking Lincoln’s two fingers, licking her wetness from the digits.

  It was so fucking hot, all she wanted to do was ride them both into oblivion. But not right then. No, this was now. Only touch.

  And so when she reached down and grabbed Lincoln’s dick, he groaned and pumped into her hand, already getting hard again.

  Lincoln reached around and grabbed Ethan’s dick, while Ethan slid his hands along her ass and around so he could spear her with two fingers.

  Somehow, the three of them worked in unison, mouths and tongues and hands.

  She pumped harder, using her thumb to slide the leaking
fluid from the tip of Lincoln’s cock down him. She knew he was doing the same to Ethan, both of them working in tandem, even as Ethan pumped in and out of her with his fingers. She wanted him to use his cock, but not just then.

  No, somehow, this was even hotter.

  As if it were one step above indecency before oblivion.

  When both men groaned, their bodies going tight, and Lincoln’s dick hardened even more under her hand, they came, both of their bodies jerking. Hers did too as Ethan found that bundle of nerves within her.

  She called out some incoherent nonsense, wanting more, and then there wasn’t anything else. She was standing in Ethan’s living room, covered by them both, Ethan’s hand still inside her, and all she could do was sink into Lincoln’s hold and know that this could be the last time she saw them.

  Something this perfect, this…everything, wasn’t meant for her. But she could soak it in, and she could hold them. At least, for the moment.

  Because this had been the most erotic, dangerous, and wonderful thing she’d ever done in her life.

  And she never wanted it to end.

  Chapter 6

  Waking up with a hangover was never a good way to start the day. Waking up while naked and sprawled face-down on the couch was really not a good thing. Add in the fact that it wasn’t his couch, but Ethan’s?

  Lincoln was pretty sure he’d made a horrible mistake. But as flashes of the night before came back to him—the skin, the taste, the feel—he wasn’t sure he could regret it.

  Because he’d finally gotten a taste of Ethan Montgomery, had finally touched him. And then adding Holland to that…

  It was as if a lock had clicked into place, something that had been missing this whole time. A person to push them over the edge into obsession rather than longing.

  After the three of them had finally settled down the night before, all of them still drunk and covered in each other, they had scrambled into Ethan’s huge shower and scrubbed one another clean without saying a word. It was as if they knew that as soon as they started speaking, reality would set in, and they’d break the spell.