by Cari Quinn
“You’re welcome. Anytime you need to hear exactly how wonderful you are, trust Tony and me to tell it to you straight. We’re your biggest fans. Biggest cheerleaders. Biggest—”
She reached down and stroked his hardening length. “As you were saying?”
“Think we’ve said enough for the time being.” He kissed her lightly. “So I’m curious. Where’s that candy stash of yours?”
“Nice topic change.”
“Don’t you want to share your sweets with me?”
“Already did, remember? Just like the typical man, you’re always greedy.”
He palmed her breasts and bent to rasp his stubble over the soft, sensitive flesh. “Hell yeah.”
At the sudden trickle between her thighs, she grinned. “No wonder I like you.” She tugged out the top drawer of the nightstand and waved her hand over the contents. “Behold the nightstand o’ pleasure. Full of two of my favorite things. Sex toys and junk food.”
He laughed and leaned closer to turn on the light. “Whatcha got in there?”
“Several very important items.” She drew out a lidded box and flipped the top to reveal an assortment of sex toys and lube in various flavors. “This is old faithful,” she said, indicating a curved purple vibrator with added G-spot stimulation. “It’s my favorite. Takes very little effort to get the job done.” She showed him a thick dildo with a clit tickler. “This one requires much more time and lube. And this one, well, this one’s made for two, though I’ll admit occasionally I’ve used it solo.”
“You’ve used a cock ring solo?” he asked, picking up the flexible blue ring studded with little nubs.
She didn’t miss the breathlessness of his question. Or the way his cock twitched. “It’s malleable. Believe me, it’s multi-purpose.”
“Like?”
“Maybe sometime I’ll show you.” She bit her lip, realizing what she’d said. There wasn’t a sometime other than right now. All they had was tonight. This wasn’t an open-ended arrangement.
Cale didn’t seem to notice her preoccupation. “So where’s the rest?”
“Ah, the really secret stash.” She opened the second drawer and withdrew a smaller box.
“Holy shit, look at the candy.”
“I have a sweet tooth,” she said with a shrug. “So does Spence. Our mother fed us nothing but sprouts and green things growing up so we went wild once we were on our own. Adam’s the opposite. He thinks adding whey to his protein shake constitutes going crazy.”
“You forget I went to high school with Adam. I witnessed his weenie ways personally. He actually used to bring a veggie burger to lunch. With 1% milk. And freaking carrots in a little baggie.” Cale shook his head, laughing. “Usually linebackers don’t eat like ballet dancers.”
Marcia had to grin at the mention of her baby brother. Since he’d moved to Florida, she really missed the jerk. Luckily Kel and Spence needed a lot of help at their store and Adam had been spending more time than usual in town lately. “That’s our Adam. More worried about his fat intake than a woman.”
“Eh, it paid off for him. All those sports scholarships ’til he chucked it all to sell real estate in the Keys. Tough frigging life.” Cale stuck his hand in the box. “Candy necklaces? Shit, I haven’t seen these since I was little.” He immediately ripped open the plastic and started chewing off the miniscule circles.
“I also have an assortment of gummy creatures.” She held up a cellophane-wrapped spider and a bag of tiny bears. “For those late-night emergencies.”
“You’ve covered all contingencies,” he agreed, chewing thoughtfully.
“I have.” She closed the box and set it back in the drawer. “I don’t usually show my lovers my secret stash but you and Tony are exceptions.”
“Thank you. I’ll always treasure your trust in me.” His sober tone made her laugh until he reached over to grab the pink highlighter.
Uh oh.
“Don’t even,” she warned. “I’ve already got one word on my belly to scrub off.”
“This’ll be three words. Short ones. A chapter title for you to use.” He ate more candy and stared openly at her cleavage. Then he drew her closer and started to write, one word on each breast and one in the valley between. “Don’t read it yet,” he said as the wet strokes of the marker skidded over her skin.
The movement of the marker shouldn’t feel good. It was a highlighter, for Pete’s sake. But she was pretty sure he could do just about anything to her and she’d have a damn fine time.
“Now,” he said, capping the highlighter and setting it aside. “Time for the demonstration portion of this particular chapter.”
He pulled the necklace out of the wrapper and wound it around an eager nipple, bending his head to nip at the candy. “Whatever you have in mind…oh. Oh. Cale.”
“Almost tastes as good as you.” He sucked her flesh while trying to work the candy off the string. She moaned and cupped his head in her hands to hold him in place. “Love your body. Damn, do I love it.”
“Thank you.” The small sugary beads rubbed over her areola and she gasped. “I, uh, like yours too.”
“Like?” He grabbed one of her hands and tugged it to his cock. Then he resumed teasing her, twirling his tongue all over her achy breast while he pulled on the string. “Why don’t you prove it?”
She knew she was on the verge of whimpering and so didn’t care. Her breasts were her most sensitive part. A strong pair of lips sucking on them could make her come. But when that strong pair of lips came with candy-covered string and a huge hard-on? The climax possibilities climbed exponentially. “Suck harder.”
“Gladly.”
He drew her farther into his mouth while she tried to run her hand over him in a semi-pleasant fashion. But her hand wasn’t steady, and oh my God, he had some suction going. Closing her eyes, she stroked her thumb over the damp head of his erection, moving faster when a hot gust of his breath washed over her painfully erect nipple.
“Get another necklace,” he gritted out, and she knew he wasn’t merely hungry.
She fumbled to open the drawer then dipped her hand in the box. Handy thing she’d bought a couple of them. She’d never eat one again without remembering Cale’s creative uses.
“Not my cock,” he said after she yanked off the wrapper and lowered her hand to his straining shaft. “Around my balls.”
Marcia shot him a speculative glance. Amazing the stuff one learned about a person in bed. “Won’t that hurt?”
“Not exactly durable string. But yeah, I hope it does.” He bit down on her nipple and a surprised moan ripped from her throat. “A little pain makes pleasure hotter.”
The dungeon at the club flashed into her mind. Did stuff like that get him off?
“Does it?” She didn’t know if she should take notes or wiggle closer. Would he show her what he meant? Did she even want him to?
“You’ve never tried a little bondage?” Cale’s eyes darkened. “Some S&M?”
“Silk ties, sure. An occasional slap with rough sex, yeah. But what are we talking about here?”
“Restraints, ball gags, floggers. Sometimes a belt, sometimes a whip. Whatever it takes.”
She frowned. As much as she liked to experiment, she usually ranked other things above pain. It wasn’t a sure route to pleasure for her, despite what he’d said. She just wasn’t wired that way. Didn’t mean she couldn’t explore the idea of it and it also didn’t mean she wouldn’t include some information about BDSM in her book. But it just wasn’t her scene.
God, was Tony into that stuff too? He was Cale’s best friend. They probably talked about this stuff. Did he fantasize about hard-core bondage or something more extreme? Judging from their bed play, she didn’t really think so, but who knew for sure?
She would have to ask him. That seemed like something important she needed to know before they went any further in their relationship. If he was hoping one day she’d be ready for one of those whatsamajig crosses, she’d hav
e to set him straight.
“Who gets restrained and beat up?” she asked. “You or the girl?”
He shrugged. “With me, usually the woman. I’m dominant but I like pain too. If she wanted to use a flogger on me now and then, I wouldn’t say no.” His lips twisted. “By the way, beating up isn’t the right term, Blondie. Sensual pain isn’t abuse.”
“If you say so.”
She awkwardly strung the candy around his sac then gave a test pull, using her other hand to hold the necklace tight. Cale released a low groan.
“Good?” she asked breathlessly. She’d never imagined candy could be used in such fascinating ways, but ay caramba, seeing his taut flesh bound up by those sweet multi-colored beads made her pussy drip.
“Hell yeah.”
“I want to eat it off you.”
He groaned again and she shimmied lower to take a deep breath of his spicy, masculine scent. His arousal jutted against her cheek while her tongue quivered to lick his hot, salty skin.
But shit, she couldn’t. This wasn’t right. A threesome meant three. All three of them together. She hadn’t been thinking earlier when she’d let Cale suck on her breasts, but sometime between then and now her brain had finally engaged. She shouldn’t make a meal out of the necklace encircling that dark, irresistible flesh between Cale’s legs unless Tony was there to supervise.
And maybe fuck her from behind, depending.
Guiltily, she jerked up her head, only to find Cale opening his mouth to speak. “I don’t think we should—” she began.
“Maybe let’s wait ’til Tony—”
They grinned at each other. “Great minds, huh?” She eased away.
“He’s fortunate to have you.” He retrieved his necklace from her breast and twirled it over his finger before working another candy off the string.
“Ditto.” She glanced at his groin and tilted her head. “I think I need a picture of this for possible future bribery.”
Instead of freaking out, he cocked an eyebrow and leaned back on the bed in his best male model pose. “Want something to remember me by?”
It was good he understood this was temporary. Would help keep things from getting messy down the line. “Maybe I do.”
“Go for it.” He sucked the necklace between his lips, making her squirm. Just a few minutes ago she’d been bound by the string now in his mouth. “Just remember turnabout’s fair play.”
She hid her smile with her hair as she tucked the sex toys back in their box. “Maybe we’ll just skip the mutual candy consumption and erotic photography ’til Tony returns.”
Grinning, he yanked on the candy between his legs. Then he idly stroked his erect cock, crowned with precum as if it were a dab of whipped cream.
She stifled a sigh. Damn, did he have a license for that thing? And his utter shamelessness in using it to taunt her?
“As you wish, Blondie,” he said, eyebrows waggling.
* * * * *
Tony stopped outside the bedroom door and juggled the bags in his arms. He’d expected them to be asleep but the crack of light beneath the door proved they weren’t. As did the soft moans and laughter.
Two guesses what that meant.
He inhaled a long breath scented with the aroma of hot hash browns and cursed his growling stomach. Going out to grab food from the twenty-four-hour diner during a night at Marcia’s was long-standing tradition. His body always signaled him even if his brain didn’t. Apparently tonight that hadn’t been such a good idea.
What was the problem really? He trusted them, whether he was present or not. It certainly wasn’t off-limits for them to touch each other when he was out of the room. Feeling left out didn’t make sense.
He reached down to turn the knob when he heard Marcia speak, then Cale. And if he wasn’t mistaken, by mutual agreement they decided to wait for him.
A smile broke across his face. He’d have to thank them profusely—Marcia in particular—for their consideration.
Jostling bags, he managed to get the door open and stopped dead on the threshold. Cale lounged naked against the pillows, as did his lover. Her staggering beauty hit him first, as it always did. How had he ever gotten so lucky?
“Hey, you,” he said softly.
Her smile lit up the room when their eyes met. “Hey back.”
He returned her smile, but soon found his attention diverted by the unusual item wrapped around his best friend’s balls. Since, of course, he couldn’t be bothered to close his damn legs. “What the hell?”
Cale crunched candy as if he didn’t have a care in the world. “Candy necklace.”
“I see that.” He dumped the bags of food on the trunk at the foot of the bed. “Don’t coax my sweet Marsh into any of your kinky games, pervert.”
She giggled and crossed the bed to him, moving slowly so that her luscious breasts swung in a seductive rhythm. “He tried to wrap up my breast up with candy.” She batted her eyelashes and Tony went to stone in an instant. “I told him I wasn’t into such dirty things.”
Both Cale and Tony snorted at that one.
“Right, sweetheart. Believe you.” Tony snagged a handful of her curls. He tugged her up for a kiss while his eyes remained open and locked on hers. “I appreciate you waiting for me,” he murmured.
She actually flushed. “Oh, well, we both decided to. Because—”
“Because your woman’s as loyal as she is beautiful,” Cale interjected, getting on his knees behind Marcia. “Since we’re all present and accounted for, let’s get fucking so we can get eating. I hate cold hash browns.”
“Suave, bro,” Tony muttered, though he reached down to undo the button on his jeans just the same. Fucking sounded damn good to him. He’d been aching to get inside Marsh again since the club.
Marcia gave him a sultry smile and tracked the path of his hand with her eyes. “I want to suck your cock again. Then I want you in my ass.”
All righty then. The member in question reared against Tony’s zipper. He couldn’t get the thing down fast enough.
“Sounds good to me,” he said, his voice thin. All needed oxygen had diverted to other parts of his body.
“I’ll just get her ready for you.” With a grin, Cale dipped his head and nipped Marcia’s sexy ass. Her surprised squeal led to her full-body shiver when Cale arrowed his tongue along her crack, sliding down to lap at her pussy. Even without seeing what exactly he was doing, Tony could tell from the wet sounds of his sucking Marcia was getting thoroughly explored.
“And I’ll get you ready for me.” Eagerly Marcia withdrew Tony’s cock from his jeans.
He barely had time to take a breath before her mouth enveloped the swollen head. She sucked him all the way in without giving him time to prepare. This wasn’t about teasing, it was about making him blow.
Since she could deep throat with the best of them, that would take, best-case scenario, approximately two minutes.
She bobbed up and down his shaft, saturating his skin with her saliva. Then she swallowed again, humming appreciatively around his sensitive flesh. He groaned at the fresh rush of blood into his shaft and tried to remember what would come after if he didn’t come now.
Feeling Marcia’s throat undulate around him while he spent himself in her mouth had to rank up there with the greatest things ever. But her ass? That was even better. So tight, squeezing him perfectly. All that heat cradling his length, that pink hole stretching to accommodate him. Hearing her sweet, sweet moans.
Then there was watching her gorgeous tits sway while Cale buried his face in her pussy and made her gasp around Tony’s cock, like she was doing right now.
“Shit, shit. Stop.” Tony dragged her off him and threw his head back to gulp in huge lungfuls of air. “Not fucking Hercules.”
She gave his quivering stomach a smacking kiss. “You’re my fucking Hercules,” she whispered, laughing when his cock jumped at just those words.
“Time to switch positions,” he said to Cale, who rolled on his side
and wiped his mouth like the smug bastard he was. His damn chin even gleamed.
“Sure thing.” Cale licked his fingertip and ran it over the necklace encircling his sac. The string dangled a bit but Tony was willing to bet Marcia would correct that soon enough. “She wants to eat my candy, don’t you, little girl?”
Tony had to laugh as he patted Marcia’s hip. “You heard the man. Swing around, baby.”
She complied and wiggled her butt at him. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d prefer fast and hard.”
Cale groaned and fisted his hand in her hair to pull her down where he wanted her. “Me too, Blondie, me too.”
Tony smirked. “Yeah, real fast, Marsh. His candy’s starting to melt.”
“You fucking wish, Griggs.”
With a laugh, Tony slipped two fingers into her sodden sex. The growl that left his throat didn’t surprise him as much as her answering whimper. Damn, she was on the verge of an orgasm. One they’d neglected to give her in their haste to get their own needs met.
He’d just have to rectify that.
He stepped to her nightstand and opened the top drawer. Inside the box he found her favorite toy and lube. He shifted to watch as Marcia drew the string—and Cale’s flesh—between her teeth, pulling and twisting in a way that had to hurt. But from the sound of Cale’s grunts, he wasn’t feeling any pain. He gripped her shoulder and held her firmly in place, each of the rippling cords of his neck distinct. Cale had always liked a little bite to his pleasure, and from the looks of things, that hadn’t changed.
An unmistakable crunch sounded and Tony grinned as he saw the pink, blue and green smeared on Cale’s thighs. He’d been right after all. Though as far as erections went, Cale would probably have to melt a little for Marcia to get that particular candy stick in her mouth. Then again, his woman had some skills. He’d bet she could make it work.
In the meantime, he’d make her come.
Tony took his place behind her. He lubed up her G-spot vibe and, without warning, nudged her dripping cleft with the curved head. Inching in all that soaked heat. Fuck, his palm almost burned from the contact. He put it on low, just enough to prod her arousal.
