Three For All

by Elia Winters

  “There are lots of people who would call me a pervert just for being a queer man, let alone a Black queer man.” Geoff moved as well, turning to face Lori more directly. Several feet of couch still separated them, but he seemed much closer like this. “But I’m a Harvard graduate and I have a PhD, so it is my highly educated perspective that those people can fuck off to hell.”

  Surprised, Lori laughed like it was punched out of her. Geoff raised his eyebrows, then smiled broadly, as if tickled by her unexpected laughter. “Beyond that, though,” he continued, “I’m afraid I don’t have a lot of experience being a—what was the phrase?”

  “Kinky degenerate,” Patrick answered from the armchair.

  “Right. I told you before, Patrick was my first real relationship. I haven’t had the opportunity to branch out very far.” Geoff removed his glasses, folding them neatly and setting them on the coffee table. Without them, he seemed more open, his dark brown eyes locked onto Lori.

  Lori nodded to the glasses he’d just removed. “How far can you see without those?”

  “You’re a bit blurry, but not much.”

  Lori got up and moved over on the couch, closing the distance between them. “How’s that?”

  Geoff blinked, lips twitching slightly. “Not so blurry now.”

  Her heart thudded against her ribs. She’d had reasons why she shouldn’t do this tonight, but she’d thrown those aside the moment she saw Patrick and Geoff together at dinner. Geoff’s hand moved from the couch to the outside of her knee, his fingertips skimming her skin and raising goose bumps. He hadn’t looked away from her face since removing his glasses.

  The arm Lori had draped over the back of the couch brought her so close to him, and she let herself lightly touch the back of his neck. She wanted to be even closer, so she drew her knees up onto the couch, kneeling instead of sitting. “Have you ever kissed a girl?” she asked.

  Geoff smiled. “I’ve kissed a few girls.”

  “How long has it been?”

  He tipped his head to the side. “A long time.” He looked over past Lori’s shoulder, probably at Patrick, with sudden uncertainty.

  Lori didn’t turn around. “Hey, Patrick?”

  Patrick’s smile was evident in his voice. “Yeah, Lori?”

  She began to trace circles on the back of Geoff’s neck. “I want to kiss your husband.”

  Geoff shivered, his eyes falling half-closed, and he licked his bottom lip in reflex. Fuck, Lori wanted to taste him, her body hot like she had a fever. “And I think your husband wants to kiss me back.”

  Patrick’s chuckle sounded low and filthy behind her. “I think so too. What do you think, Geoff?”

  Geoff didn’t say anything, focused on Lori’s mouth, his body fairly vibrating with tension. Her skin tingled, leg hot where Geoff’s hand now pressed. His other hand slid up to cup the back of her neck, just as she held his, and for a few heartbeats, they stayed frozen, neither ready to make the next move.

  Patrick’s voice broke the silence. “Oh, for god’s sake, Geoff. Fucking kiss her already.”

  Smiling, Geoff pulled Lori’s mouth down to his.

  7

  Holy hell, it had been a long time since Geoff had kissed anyone other than Patrick. The press of Lori’s mouth against his ignited his nerve endings, all of them firing at once, sending conflicting messages of yes, this, more and wrong, something is wrong. The combination exhilarated and terrified at once, stealing his breath, overwhelming his senses. She smelled gorgeous, fruity and earthy like pears, and her smooth skin brushed against his, her lips unbearably soft. He wanted her closer; he slid his arm up from her leg to her back, pulling her down against him. She went easily, body slotting against his, her breasts pressing into his chest. A little hitch in her breath made his cock twitch in interest. When her lips parted, tongue tangling with his, he grew hard in seconds.

  Lori broke the kiss first, her eyes dark and wide. Her soft, wet lips parted for her to catch her breath, and he nearly pulled her against him once more but held back. “Oh,” she breathed, as if realizing something.

  The sound of movement on the armchair brought Geoff’s attention past Lori to Patrick, watching them both with undisguised hunger on his face. Patrick looked at him like this when he was about to devour him, when they were going to tumble into bed and not come up for air until morning. Jesus, Geoff wanted more, his throat paralyzed with an inability to ask for it. That wasn’t like him; he could talk dirty with the best of them, could bring Patrick to a keening mess with just his words, but this woman shook him to his core.

  Lori licked her lips, still sitting up on her knees and looking down at him, like she was trying to make up her mind about something. Then she shifted to look back over her shoulder at Patrick. “You know, there’s room on this couch.”

  Patrick crossed his legs, ankle over knee, and tipped his head to the side in thought. “There’s more room in the bedroom.”

  Geoff’s heart skipped, and he swallowed the sudden desire for more that bubbled up inside him like a tangible force. Lori looked between Geoff and Patrick. “I think the couch is a better next step.” She ran a thumb across Geoff’s lower lip, and his arousal jumped like she’d stroked his cock. “You don’t seem ready for the bedroom.”

  He found words. “Hell yes, I am.”

  Lori blinked, then laughed in surprise, eyebrows raised. “Yeah? Already?”

  Geoff slid his hand down her back, knuckles trailing lightly over her spine, and cupped her ass. She made a soft noise of pleasure as he dragged her closer, flush against him, and began to kiss his way down her neck. Patrick liked roughness, but Lori was unknown, so he teased at her responses with varying sensation. He nipped lightly, felt her indrawn breath, and so sucked hard at the skin above her collarbone. Her hips stuttered, rocking reflexively. Oh, yeah, she liked that. He wanted to lay her out on the bed and devour her, figure out all those places that made her moan and gasp, explore her in ways he’d never done with any woman’s body.

  A shiver of guilt brought him up short, and he drew back. Patrick was there on the couch, sitting on Lori’s other side, and Geoff hadn’t even felt him join them. He looked intrigued, not nervous or resentful. Lori pulled back slowly, out of Geoff’s arms, watching his face. She moved to straddle Patrick’s hips, her skirt riding up as she settled onto his thighs. Geoff’s heart raced, a mixture of feelings rising up inside him, but the predominant one was desire.

  Lori draped her arms over Patrick’s shoulders, over the back of the couch, studying him like she was trying to figure him out. But then she looked over at Geoff. “This okay?” she asked, barely above a whisper.

  Geoff nodded, curiosity urging him onward. “I want to see.”

  Patrick kissed Lori delicately, his lips brushing hers like a tease, one hand cupping her face to bring her down to him while the other rested between them on the couch. Something tight squeezed Geoff’s heart, an emotion he couldn’t put words to—it was a little bit of fear, yes, but also lust and longing and hope, an emotion that built in concurrence with his growing desire for more. Patrick drew back, glanced over at Geoff, and read everything he needed to on Geoff’s face. He pulled Lori close again and devoured her mouth. She gasped, a soft noise that turned into a moan as Patrick skimmed one hand down her side and cupped her breast. Again, she rocked her hips.

  Geoff hesitated only a moment, because he couldn’t resist any longer, and moved closer to both of them. He cupped her other breast, rubbing his thumb across the nipple through the thin fabric covering. She was so soft, her body impossibly curved everywhere his hands longed to touch, and he felt dizzy with the newness. Her nipple hardened beneath his touch, and he twisted the nub gently between his thumb and forefinger.

  Lori broke the kiss with a quiet noise of pleasure and turned to him, smiling, her eyes dark. Still straddling Patrick’s hips, she leaned over to kiss Geoff again, mouth soft and wet, and his cock throbbed inside his pants. God, he wanted her, wanted Patrick, wanted her
and Patrick, need overwhelming him.

  Lori caught her breath, one hand on each of their shoulders. “I think you were saying something about a bedroom?”

  Patrick scooped her off him and stood, taking Geoff’s hand. “You want this?” he asked. He pulled Geoff against him, all hard lines and firm muscles, one hand sliding down to press against Geoff’s cock. Lori’s gaze felt like a touch on the side of Geoff’s face as he leaned into his husband for a kiss. It was all he could do not to thrust into Patrick’s hand. This was familiar, and Lori was totally unfamiliar, and the combination spiked his adrenaline.

  “Yeah.” He eyed Lori up and down, his body pulsing with need. “Yes. Absolutely. Let’s go.”

  In the bedroom, Lori moved to Geoff first, skimming her hands down the front of his shirt. “Do you know,” she said, rubbing her palms against the fabric, “I’ve never done this before?”

  “What?” She could mean nearly anything by that.

  Her palms grazed his nipples, and they tightened. “This.” She looked between him and Patrick. “Two guys at once. Two anybody at once. This is new.”

  Patrick smiled. “Then it’s a night of firsts. This is new to us too.” He moved in behind her, so she was sandwiched between them, bending to nuzzle at the back of her neck through her cloud of spiral curls. “We should talk safety.”

  “Mmm.” Lori tipped her head to the side, giving him more room. “I like you already.”

  “We got tested when we first started dating.” Geoff couldn’t stop touching Lori, didn’t want to stop, her curves soft and yielding beneath his hands. “We’re both negative.”

  “Me too.” Lori licked her lips, then leaned up to kiss him, murmuring against his mouth. “I’ve got condoms.”

  Patrick laughed. “Ulterior motives?”

  Lori smiled against Geoff’s mouth, then paused to nibble his lower lip, sending a jolt straight to his groin. “I always have condoms. It’s called being smart.” She shifted her hips back against Patrick, and his sudden intake of breath caught Geoff’s attention. Patrick was very much into this, just like him and Lori. “And,” she added, “I might have hoped we’d all want this.”

  Geoff groaned, because she’d wanted it too, wanted to end up here in their arms. Relief and arousal flooded through him. This was too much talking, not enough moving forward, and Geoff was a man of action. He slid his hands up her sides and onto her breasts, fumbling slightly.

  “Show me,” he whispered. “Teach me to touch you.”

  Lori turned in his arms, lining up her back to his front, and wrapped his arms around her from behind. Covering his hands with hers, she placed them over her breasts.

  “Like this,” she said. She guided him, caressing, squeezing, rolling the nipples between her fingers, until Geoff took over and she let her hands drop away. Lori smiled and sighed, leaning back against him. “You’re a quick study.”

  “I’ve been told that.” Geoff nipped her earlobe, then her neck again, then turned her around in his arms so he could kiss her again. He wanted to get his mouth and hands all over her as soon as possible. She ran her fingers up under his shirt, her light touch sending shivers down his spine. He pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall. Lori looked him up and down, licked her lips in unmistakable desire, and dragged her palms across his tight nipples and over his chest. He was so damn hard, and they had barely started taking their clothes off.

  Patrick bit down on Lori’s shoulder, nuzzling up behind her, and she closed her eyes. Geoff traced her curves and reached behind her for the zipper of her dress. She opened her eyes again to watch his face as he slowly dragged the zipper down. The dress slipped off her narrow shoulders and pooled on the ground around her feet. Oh, she was beautiful, all glowing brown skin radiant in the golden light of sunset. Beneath her sundress, she wore a matching set of bra and panties in lacy pink fabric—sheer gauze that did little to conceal what lay beneath. The sudden emotion of this moment closed his throat, and he had to touch, to taste, to move forward now.

  She swerved away from his approach, deftly ducking out from under his arm with a mischievous smile, backing toward the bed. She climbed up onto the wide, soft king-sized mattress and knelt in the middle, looking between the two men still standing at the foot of the bed. Without speaking, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Geoff’s cock twitched again at the sight of her full breasts and dark nipples, her nearly naked body and that flirtatious, inviting grin.

  “Fuck. Me.” Patrick shook his head in wonder, and he began pulling off his clothes. Geoff watched him disrobe—the rose-white skin of his back and chest, his auburn chest hair, the freckles dusting his shoulders as he carefully folded his clothes and set them aside. His husband stopped when he got down to his boxers and gave Geoff a crooked smile. “You coming, or just want to watch?”

  Geoff hadn’t realized he’d frozen midmotion, hands lingering at his waistband. He had to laugh as he pulled off his jeans. But then Lori lay back on the bed, propped up on her elbows, and the need to laugh dissolved into pure desire.

  They stretched out on either side of her, and Lori dragged Geoff down to kiss her. He propped himself up half over her, wanting more, wanting everything, wanting to rush forward with this and also not wanting it to be over too quickly. He was already getting used to the softness of her mouth against his, her delicate skin beneath his fingers, a contrast to Patrick. Geoff lifted his head to watch her face as he pinched a nipple. She moaned, biting her lower lip, eyes still closed. He tested what she liked: softer, then harder, a strong pinch that made her jerk her hips up in shock.

  “Oh,” she gasped, eyes flying open. “Yes. Do that again.”

  He did, pinching the other nipple this time, and she let her head fall back against the pillow with a low groan. Beside her, Patrick lay propped up on his side, resting his head on his hand, watching all of this with his other hand lightly grazing his cock through his boxers. Geoff felt his husband’s gaze on him as he lowered his head to take Lori’s nipple into his mouth.

  She dug her fingers into his scalp and moaned. The nub, tight beneath his tongue, seemed to tighten even more as he sucked harder on it. He switched between her breasts, leaning over her body. Damn, this was incredible, the soft fullness of her breasts beneath his hands and mouth. He moved back to the first breast and Patrick leaned in to mirror him on the other side.

  “Fuck.” Lori’s curse sounded broken, a note of need and surprise, and she twisted beneath them. No, he wasn’t done with her. Geoff put a hand flat on her stomach to hold her still, and her hips lifted against him. He wasn’t thinking consciously about it, moving his hand on instinct until his fingers brushed the juncture of her thighs and he lifted his head. His hand was right there, and his breath stuttered as she parted her legs.

  “Do you want to see me?” Lori asked, breathless.

  Geoff nodded. He sat up, sliding down the bed, moving to get a better vantage point. Her lacy panties clung wetly to her skin, outlining soft folds, and he was overcome with the desire for more. Slowly, he brushed his fingers over the damp fabric.

  Lori hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and lifted her hips, bringing her body up toward his face, and god, he could smell her. Then she slid the underwear down and off, tossing it aside, and let him look at her gorgeous pussy.

  Geoff brushed his fingers against her again, this time without fabric in the way, and she grabbed for his wrist to bring it to her folds. “More.”

  Patrick was watching him touch her, his expression rapt, but Geoff’s focus was drawn to Lori and her responses. She guided him at first, reaching down to part her folds and bring his fingers to her clit. He let her use his hand as her own, rubbing her clit in small circles. Her head fell back, mouth open, all her words gone, and she let her arms fall to the sides so he could continue on his own. He worked her steadily at the pace she’d set, neither speeding up nor slowing down. The tightness in her body told him all he needed to know. She was getting close, muscles
tensing, her hands gripping at the sheets…so he stopped.

  She lifted her head immediately, breathless. “What? Why’d you stop?”

  He loved that breathless whine in her voice. Geoff hadn’t planned on this ahead of time, but he couldn’t resist this kind of teasing. “I don’t want to rush.”

  “I can come more than once, you know.” She smiled, eyes twinkling.

  Patrick leaned in to nuzzle her ear. “You know how you asked about Geoff’s kink before? He likes to make you wait.”

  Lori raised an eyebrow, her breath quickening. “Oh, do you? That’s pretty sexy.”

  Geoff began to rub her clit again, slower this time, and Lori fell against the pillows. “Waiting draws things out. It prolongs the pleasure. Maybe I want to keep doing this for a while.”

  Lori shivered.

  “He’s lying.” Patrick’s hand skimmed across Lori’s body, fingers dancing over her skin. “He wants to tease. He wants to make you beg.”

  Lori smiled, clearly interested, and Geoff wanted her to moan. He pressed a finger downward, sliding it into her body, and she made a soft “ooh” noise. Two fingers made her breath catch. She was so hot and tight around his fingers, muscles fluttering, and he needed more of her right now.

  He stretched out along the foot of the bed, between her legs. Lori opened her eyes, a question on her lips, until he lifted one of her legs over him and pillowed his head on her thigh. She was beautiful, her folds open like a flower, wet and inviting. This close, her clit pulsed lightly in front of him, begging for his touch, and so he leaned in and drew his tongue across the tight, swollen skin.

  Lori clamped her legs together around his head, arching up before he could still her with a hand on her hip. He looked up the length of her body and Patrick was watching him, undisguised lust in his expression. Patrick nodded at him, slowly, dragging his tongue across his upper lip. Then Patrick leaned in and kissed Lori.