A Heart for Adam…& Rick!

by Larissa Lyons

  “But I—I’m—” not thin like I used to be! I couldn’t say it, not now. Could hardly think it when Rick drew his hand from between my legs and spread my body’s secretions around my other breast before transferring his mouth there.

  “You’re what?” Adam asked harshly, pulling on my hair. “Dammit, Kelli, you’re my woman and I love you—got that? I love you! Love watching these beautiful breasts of yours swaying beneath my old t-shirts almost as much as I love watching my best friend claim them in his mouth. I love you!”

  “But…” Oh, Saint Valentine, what a gift! And what a fabulous man I’d married, I realized, with my heartbeat pulsing in my pussy, throbbing in my nipples.

  “So, if my hair falls out,” Adam continued, breathing hard past my ear, the sight of my breasts being eaten by another man bringing a dark edge to his face, “and—and I go bald, you gonna stop loving me?” he finished before I could respond, tugging more fiercely on my hair.

  “’Course not! Adam—”

  “And I’m damn tired of you hiding your body from me and making excuses about me seeing you naked. Hell, sweetheart, I know you’ve changed, but you’re gorgeous to me and, by God, Rick’s here to help me prove it.”

  “Damn straight.” Rick bit down on my breast as though rendering an exclamation point to the topic.

  My legs floundered restlessly. Trying to kick some common sense into my brain?

  “Well?” Adam demanded. “You run eight miles a week pushing a damn stroller half the time! Still do that Baby ’n’ Me Pleiades shit—”

  “Pilates,” I corrected, laughing through the blur I realized were tears. Stupid, wonderful, happy tears.

  With a loud smack of suction, Rick straightened. He’d dispensed with his skimpy swimwear and I saw his cock for the first time. Up close and personal. Thick, heavily veined. Flushed a dark pink. He was stroking himself. “You listening, Kelli cutie? Because he’s right, you know. I’ve watched your body change and mature through the years, and, honey…” Rick propped one foot on the lounge chair, right between my restless legs, and proceeded to nudge my pussy with his toe. The wicked rat! I didn’t know whether to flinch away or wiggle closer. “Though you were a doll in college, you’re flat-out stunning now, and my cock’s gotten so hard for so long at thoughts of you, blown so many times thinkin’ of being inside you…”

  What? He’d been jacking off while thinking of me? Lusting for me?

  Could one die from sheer amazement?

  I glanced at Adam to gauge his reaction. He was still breathing hard but granted me a wink.

  Rick twitched his foot, regaining my attention. “And if I don’t take my place between these creamy thighs soon, by God, I’ll…”

  Somehow Adam’s fingers had become tangled in mine. I gripped his hand and breathlessly challenged the man plying his toes against my moist slit. “You’ll what?”

  Rick grinned at us both. “Spank you silly then come over your ass then eat the last brownie I saw sitting on the counter plus the remaining chocolates in that big, red boxed heart this big lug got you.”

  “Oh no! My chocolate!” I screamed in mock horror when all I really wanted was to taste his erection…feel him in my mouth…in my pussy. All I really wanted was to start enjoying my body, my sexuality again. I finally realized what Adam had been hinting at all week with his thinly veiled promises of a seductive surprise. Little did he know that his thought and care had seduced me long before his final “present” arrived.

  I was through with hiding. As I looked down and saw my nude form the way they’d spread-eagled me for their viewing pleasure, I realized maybe I didn’t have to be super-model skinny to have one hell of a sexy figure.

  “You’re finally seeing it, aren’t you?” Adam said softly, as though he read my mind. “The beautiful woman you are.”

  “I am, aren’t I?” I said in wonder. Wonder that I’d been so blind, maybe just so exhausted I hadn’t taken the time to look. But I was looking now. And not just at myself, but at the two strong, sexy men ready to take me to the pinnacle of passion and reach their own peak in return.

  I turned my head and searched Adam’s eyes. “Are you positive about this? Because I sure as heck won’t be as generous and share you.”

  “Ah, baby.” He smiled and released my hand to stand and tug at the string of his trunks. “You’re all the woman I could ever want. I just need to make sure you know it. Make sure you know what you mean to me and promise never to forget.”

  I swallowed at the heat searing me from his gaze. “I promise. Promise forever.”

  “And I’m sure…” Rick cleared his throat and avoided my eyes for once as he shifted his foot for better balance then made quick work unrolling a condom and tugging it toward the base of his cock. “Sure she’s gonna need a lot of convincing. Multiple convincing.”

  “I’ll bet you are,” Adam laughed, kneeling down again to kiss my lips.

  As Rick straddled the lounge chair above me, Adam’s tongue surged deep into my mouth. Rick ran his hands down the inside of my legs and spread my knees. “To what do I owe this slick glide? It doesn’t have that cloying scent of suntan lotion, but I sure like the way it coats your skin and muscles.”

  At that unexpected compliment, every muscle he admired screamed in readiness—especially the long-neglected ones he hadn’t yet explored. I sucked on Adam’s tongue even as my lower body lifted toward Rick’s touch.

  He stroked harder up my thighs, his thumbs pressing a little deeper each time he edged my labia. I arched my pelvis, craving more than just his fingers on my intimate flesh. Wanting his impressive erection surging inside my core while Adam touched me elsewhere…

  I whimpered at the thought. Rick’s caresses grew firmer. I could tell when he replaced his fingers with his dick, rubbing the shaft against my thigh. I quivered all over then tried to kiss Adam harder when I felt the tip of Rick’s cock circling my entrance. At the last second, I jerked my head back to look at my husband. “You’ll still love me? After—”

  “Oh, Kelli, I’ll love you forever.”

  Then he was kissing my mouth, caressing a breast, and Rick was groaning, pushing his erection deep inside my vagina, filling me with infinite care, but more than that, filling me with confidence. Utter and complete confidence in my worth as a woman.

  My legs wrapped around his thighs and I lunged upward to meet him. I worked my inner muscles along his shaft. Slowly, he drew out. Then he pushed in again, deeper. Rammed inside my body. Over and over.

  Adam leaned back to watch. I saw the wonder on my husband’s face while he observed another man excite my body and disappear inside. I saw the wonder change to pride then hunger. The hand on my breast grew rough and he turned his gaze to mine.

  My heart caught at the possessive look in his eyes.

  “What else, Kelli? What else do you want?” His harshly voiced question demanded complete honesty.

  “You, Adam. Now. I want you.”

  Without asking how or where, he exchanged a look with Rick, who promptly thrust deep and stilled. He then came down on top of me and rolled us both until he was the one reclining back on the lounge chair and I was lying on top of him. He’d knocked his hat off, but hair askew or not, there was no mistaking the appreciative way he gazed at me, admired my breasts brushing against his chest.

  Adam’s hands were on me again, caressing my thighs and buttocks as he had all morning, only this time there was no banter, no teasing forays. No playful dripping of the oil. This time his fingers were sure and full of purpose as he knelt behind me, smearing cool gel straight up my crack. The freezing burn caused me to convulse around Rick’s shaft and sink my teeth into his shoulder.

  His groan echoed my own. I consciously loosened my hold on his skin and licked him instead.

  I arched my butt into Adam’s probing. Knew I would need to relax for this to work. We’d tried anal sex a couple years into our marriage and we’d both been surprised at how much I liked it. But only when I was in the moo
d.

  Private lake house. A full week of seduction. Chocolate. Two gorgeous men…

  Definitely in the mood.

  “Come on, sweetheart.” Adam’s fingers nudged gently at my anus, priming me for taking his cock.

  A plane droned in the distance. I was a bit bummed it wasn’t a helicopter zooming directly overhead, watching everything we were doing. I was ready to put on a show!

  Rick cupped my nape and turned my face toward his. “Lips okay?” he asked over my shoulder.

  Adam’s thumb slid inside my sphincter and began stretching me. “Sure,” he grunted. “Told you, whatever Kelli is okay with.”

  Feeling my husband place his dick at my anus, I stared into Rick’s eyes, flexed my pussy around his cock. “You guys really have discussed this, haven’t you?”

  His gaze sparkled. “A time or two.”

  “Or fifty,” Adam said with a growl just as he began to push inward.

  My “Oh” of surprise or satisfaction—or both—was swallowed up by Rick’s mouth as he claimed mine for the first time. Distracting me from the realization that my body now held both men deep inside? Or reminding me that he was one of them?

  His tongue swept around the cavern of my mouth then stroked and rolled against mine. His taste was so uniquely different…but I could tell he’d filched one of my chocolates on the way through the house after all.

  The knowledge made my heart smile even as impossible sensations bombarded me from every angle. Never had my entire pelvis felt so alive, so tingly and achy all at once. I started to move between them, lifting myself off Rick’s shaft until I felt his wide head start to slip free, then slamming myself back down, arching into the downward plunge of Adam’s cock riding deep inside my ass. Feeling his familiar hands smack against my butt, urging me on.

  But not surprisingly, given everything that had come before, my body didn’t need any further urging. I rammed against Rick, planting my pussy at his groin, and circled over his pubic hair. My clit rejoiced, my breathing accelerated, and my butt and vagina constricted, both tensing and releasing in quick succession as a powerful orgasm vibrated through me.

  Triggered by my release, Adam’s rhythm altered. Before I’d finished enjoying mine, he shouted his own climax, leaning over and hugging me tightly. When his cock stopped jerking, he eased out but remained close. I shuddered, reliving the past few seconds with every spark that raced through me.

  His hot breath blew across my shoulder. “You okay?”

  “Fabulous,” I forced out, so replete I couldn’t move.

  “Rick?” Adam asked as he slowly lifted off me, causing me to realize the other man hadn’t come. Was still embedded, solid as ever, inside my passage.

  Rick reached for his fallen cowboy hat and sat up, keeping me plastered against his groin. He plopped the hat back on then mashed the top down until the brim was firm against his forehead. “I’ve got me a promise to keep.”

  Too satisfied to question, I willingly let him maneuver us until I was once again full out on the lounge chair and he was hovering over me. His dick had slid free but it still looked impressive. I felt a tingle of awareness knowing he’d been between my legs—in a place no one save Adam had ever breached.

  Positioning himself there again, Rick looked instantly morose. “Yep, I’m sure thinkin’ I’ve got a promise to keep,” he said again through the exaggerated glower he leveled at me. “That is, if I’m gonna do my duty.”

  Duty. There was that word again. Somehow, I wasn’t too concerned, not when his pout appeared more adorable than intimidating. “What is it?”

  With a mischievous smile that completely transformed his expression, he nudged my entrance and pushed back inside. “That promise of multiple orgasms.”

  My body shuddered and shook as he entered, highly sensitized yet seemingly eager for more. “Are you just going to let him talk to me that way?” I asked Adam who hadn’t stopped grinning once.

  “Sure am. Especially if you keep looking at me like I hung the moon.”

  “You did. The stars too.” And then I couldn’t talk anymore because Adam leaned down and began sucking on my breast while Rick furiously thrust deep and deeper still, as though holding back earlier had cost him deeply.

  It started at once, that wonderful-dreadful spark crawling all throughout my lower body, holding me in its thrall. With renewed strength, I met each of his plunges, taking him farther into the depths of my being. As far as I could. My lips started to tingle. Fingers started to go numb. Breasts peaked and throbbed against Adam’s tongue, which he removed despite my protesting whimper.

  “I’ve made a decision,” I heard him say through the onslaught of my approaching orgasm. “Your mom can have the damn gravy boat.”

  My blood thrummed in my ears from Rick’s pistoning cock, from his shouts of “Shit, darlin’, you feel fantastic!”

  “The boys too,” Adam added, thumbing my nipple as the initial wave of my second climax pounded through me. “First weekend of every month. Because from now on, sweetheart, we’ve got plans.”

  Rick thrust inside my contracting pussy twice more then stilled, his hands lovingly caressing my thighs. “Damn, I needed that.” He turned his sweat-dampened face to Adam. “Hey, can we make it every other weekend if I throw in a serving tray and my niece?”

  Epilogue

  What Happens to the Friend (& his Niece)

  Two Years Later

  “Come on, Rick, would you take it already?”

  “You sure about this?” I asked, still unable to believe my good fortune. Who would’ve thought my wife leaving me would bring the best relationship I’ve ever had? Not to mention the best sex.

  “Positive.” Adam nodded decisively, thrusting the itinerary at me for the third time. I finally acceded, shouldering my gym bag in order to free my hands and grab on to what he kept pushing at me.

  We’d just completed an after-work weight-lifting session and we’re about to head home. Separately, to our respective abodes. He’d blindsided me in the parking lot just before we parted ways.

  “Absolutely sure. You two have put in all the effort, trained like hell. I sure wouldn’t have gotten up at four in the morning to clock the miles.” He referred to the long-distance training runs Kelli and I had begun last April. “I think it’s only fair you stay together. Celebrate together.”

  I looked down at the first-class tickets to Boston, one with my name; one with Kelli’s. Shuffled the tickets until I could open the glossy brochure of the classy hotel where he’d booked us a suite, a suitably impressive—and expensive—gesture, given how crowded everything was the weekend of the marathon we’d both worked so hard to qualify for.

  Clenching my hand around the information, I sought Adam’s gaze and stared at the man I loved like a brother. The man whose wife I fucked on a regular basis—with him in attendance.

  This would be our first time alone, mine and Kelli’s. Together. Not so much for a “romantic” weekend as for a grueling one. But still…

  Things had been rocking along famously. This was sure to change the dynamic. Or was it? Despite regular sex dates the past twenty-odd months, our friendship had remained intact. The awkwardness I’d secretly feared at the onset never materializing.

  “Does Kelli know?” I asked, curious but idly so. The tickets and hotel reservation were already starting to conform to my hand. To feel comfortable. Right.

  Adam flashed a touchdown-winning grin. “She will this weekend. Now that your niece is old enough to watch the boys without an in-house chaperone,” he fairly gloated, “and we have a reliable babysitter other than Grandma dearest, I told Kelli to make plans for dinner out and late night on Saturday. We’ll tell her then.”

  “And you’re okay with this?”

  Adam slapped me on the back. “You gave me back my wife. You helped bring forth that confident sparkle in her gaze. Hell, man, I’ve never gotten laid so much in my life. With and without you. Quit over analyzing. It’ll be a fun weekend for me
and the boys. We’ll see if we can catch you guys on the tube.” He bent and coiled his hand around the duffel he’d dropped to the ground. Rising, he shot me an admonishing look. “Just don’t do something stupid and make out at the finish line. I’m not sure Kelli’s mom could take it. There’s only so much goodwill a sterling ladle will buy.”

  I laughed as he’d intended, the ongoing private joke between the three of us extending to every gift-giving opportunity where the twins’ grandmother was concerned. By now, she had enough serving pieces to seat the entire U.N.

  Adam and I said our goodbyes and I climbed in my truck.

  Just as I put the keys in the ignition, my cell phone beeped, indicating a text. I fished it out and flipped it open. The message was from Kelli.

  Kelli: Adam’s acting mysterious; know what’s up?

  Rick: I do.

  Reading over the flight schedule, I waited for her to respond.

  Kelli: Gonna tell me?

  Rick: I might.

  When I noticed the dates, a whistle escaped my lips. Adam had given us two full days—and three full nights—after the marathon before we were due to board the plane. Damn thoughtful of him. Phenomenal, really. I mean—

  My phone rang. As expected. “Hiya, darlin’.”

  “Don’t darling me,” Kelli accused to the background sounds of two chortling four-year-olds and a wooden-spoon, pot-banging symphony. “What are you two cooking up?”

  “So now I’m in on it?” Felt pretty damn good, being included automatically like this.

  “Well, aren’t you?”

  As of five minutes ago. “Yeah, beautiful, I am.”

  “Okay, then. See you Saturday for dinner?” Her voice turned hushed and husky. “And…after?”

  “What? That’s it? You’re not going to try and pry it out of me?” At the quietly provocative way she referred to “after”, thoughts of sliding my lips over her creamy skin assailed me, sent that welcome, familiar stirring to my loins.

  “Nah. I trust you both. Whatever you’re planning, I’m sure I’ll love it.” With a quick air-blown kiss, she hung up.