Three Men and a Woman: Caroline (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rachel Billings

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  Jack practically howled, just about leaped to his feet and pounded his chest. What a fucking turn-on.

  Two months ago, even two weeks ago, he’d never have thought it. He’d never had attachments to women before that were strong, but he was always possessive. Even if he used a woman just as a fuck toy, she was his while he wanted her and no one else’s. Nothing put an end to a relationship faster than the thought that his bitch might want to put out for someone else.

  This was way out of character, so outside of the normal range for him as to be rewriting the laws of nature.

  He’d watched another man fuck his woman. He’d not only watched it, but had forced it, had maneuvered it—set the stage, written the script, and freaking directed it. He’d not only watched it but fucking loved it.

  It was stunning, all but literally earth shattering.

  He loved Caroline. And for more than five years, Matt had been like a brother to him. And watching them together—not just in a good, rowdy fuck, but loving each other full bore, no holds barred.

  Fucking. Turn. On.

  And not in a sweet little sentimental way, either. In a give-a-guy-a-boner-like-never-seen-before way.

  In an it’s-fucking-my-turn way.

  Matt was still collapsed over Caro, all postcoital comatose. She was nearly out, too, the way her fingers threaded into Matt’s hair the only sign of life.

  No doubt the polite thing to do would be to let them sleep it off, all cuddled up together. This was their first time, after all.

  Big whoop. After all—boner.

  So he squeezed Caro’s fingers, rolled over, and went to his feet off the side of the bed.

  The movement had Matt stirring but he didn’t nice and politely give his seat up, so to speak.

  “Caro,” Jack said, bluntly. “I need to fuck you.”

  No point in wasting words.

  Matt went so far as to lift his head. He gave Caro a long look, kissed her good and hard, then lifted off her and rolled over.

  Jack spent a minute enjoying the view. His Caro, naked, open, well fucked.

  She still had her shoes on, and he could see where her heels had gouged into the mattress while she was fighting for her come during that wild fuck.

  His cock was about to explode.

  Still, he leaned over and removed her heels. “Jesus, dude. You didn’t even get her shoes off.”

  Matt hummed out a little well-satisfied male sound. “I fuck a woman, footwear doesn’t really come into it.”

  Jack grinned. Matt gave a smile of a different sort—this one for Caro. The idiot was silly in love. Much like himself.

  Still—boner.

  It was heat seeking, bobbing toward that open pussy like it would lead the way.

  But Jack had something else in mind.

  He tapped her foot. “Get on your knees, babe. Suck Matt’s dick. I’m going to fuck you while you do it.”

  The two on the bed looked at him, kind of holding their breath. He looked back at them both, just a bit challenging. It came over them at the same time, that little stir of excitement.

  He had their interest. Matt’s cock twitched, and Caro’s eyes got that turned-on glitter.

  She went to her knees, turning so she was sideways to Matt.

  Jack stroked himself, watching in pleasure as Caro slid her tongue out and drew it over Matt’s length. That single caress had him filling, rising. He groaned and reached around to tuck a couple pillows under his head so he’d have a view. Then he put his hands on her, very considerately lifting her hair out of the way so they could both watch what she was doing.

  She licked him into a full hard-on. Then she opened her mouth and took in the head, sucking. Matt arched into her with a deep groan.

  Jack had had about all he could take. He went to his knees on the bed, getting into position behind her.

  “That’s it, baby. That looks so hot. Suck him. Take him down. You can taste yourself on him, can’t you? You taste good, don’t you?”

  Her pussy was right there, all wet for him, open and ready. He shoved three fingers in, going deep and making her breath catch. He fucked her with them, then stroked her moisture over his cock. “I’m so hard for you, baby. I need to fuck you.”

  He did it then, sinking into that tight cunt. He took her so hard she moaned, having to open her knees a little further to accommodate him. He held her hips, his thumbs stroking her sweet ass, while he pumped into her.

  He set a rapid but gentle pace. She had Matt rutting up into her mouth now, and he didn’t want to knock her off that action. But he spread his knees, splaying her out so she dropped low down onto his cock. He stood up into her like she’d been rear-ended by a flagpole.

  He slid his hand around and felt how that position opened her, pussy lips stretched and her clit all distended. That swollen nub was pulsing, just begging for a good rub. He took hold, milking her in rhythm to his own fucks.

  She groaned, harsh and needy. She was so vulnerable to him. He loved the way she gave over to it, and he knew it was a turn-on to her, too.

  Matt was about to come, bucking up off the bed to fuck her mouth now. Jack let him have it, gave Caro a little break so she could finish him off.

  He came, hollering out and spasming.

  Jack hardly gave Caro a moment to deal with Matt’s cum. He urged her once to swallow it down then he moved on whether she was ready or not. He needed to pound into her, and so he did, fucking her hard and going back to pinching and rubbing her clit.

  His action pushed Caro forward, and Matt held her face into his belly. He played with her tits with his other hand, grasping and tugging, one then the other.

  Caro appeared to love it all. “Matt,” she said, squeaking just a little with a particularly strong pull on her nipple. And, “Jack, Jack,” in time to his fucks, little shudders of breath.

  Jack rose up, lifting Caro off the bed, held there by the force of his thrusts. She started coming, her pussy spasming around his cock, driving him over the edge, too. He pumped into her while she screamed out her orgasm, her body convulsing, at the mercy of his wild thrashing. He drove her on with his assault on her clit, beyond what she could tolerate, beyond the time she took his hand and tried to still his movements.

  She went higher, just as he’d known she could, practically weeping with it.

  He finished in last hard thrusts, grinding into her, his climax roaring from his throat. He growled out feral curses, base in the final throes of this wicked ecstasy.

  He collapsed over her, pushing her further onto Matt. He didn’t know how many minutes he spent there, fucked witless, before he heard her whimpers. He lifted up, letting her disengage and curl up between him and Matt, mewing in need of comfort like a kitten.

  Matt already had her pulled to his side, his arms around her shoulders. Jack circled her waist, pressing his face into her lower back, and held on until sleep took them all.

  * * * *

  Caroline woke still tucked between the two men. On her side, she faced Matt. He held her hand to his chest but was still asleep. Behind her, Jack was stirring—a lot of him was stirring. He pressed his morning hard-on against her bottom, and he slid one hand around to cover her breast.

  “I have to go into the lab early.” He rutted a little against her as he whispered in her ear. “I may not get home until tomorrow.”

  She smiled and turned her head toward him. “So you’re looking for a pity fuck?”

  He was unashamed as his cock found its way between her legs. “Consider it so if you want. I’m thinking of it as just a little something to tide me over.”

  He found home, sliding into her. He wrapped his arm hard around her, kissing her neck and shoulder. “Oh, God, that’s good. Are you okay, sweetheart? No regrets?”

  She reached around far enough for him to kiss the corner of her mouth. “No regrets,” she said. “Thank you, Jackson.”

  “For not making you choose?”

  He was fucking he
r gently, tenderly stroking her clit and nipple.

  She arched a little in pleasure and saw that Matt had his eyes open, quietly watching her, them. “Yes.”

  “I wasn’t certain I would win. And it turns out”—he lifted his head a bit, and Caroline knew he was making eye contact with his friend—“that I like sharing you with Matt.”

  He buried his face in her hair then, speaking roughly in her ear and getting more serious about this lovemaking. He thrust into her harder and faster, used his fingers on her with more intensity. “I like watching him fuck you. I like it when he makes you come. I’m going to be thinking about it today, imagining him fucking you while I’m gone.”

  His words drove her passion. And Matt’s eyes heated as he watched her. He liked it, too, she could see, liked watching as Jack fucked her, excited her to orgasm. He moved his hand to her free breast and tweaked the nipple. Then he took her hand and wrapped it around his hard cock.

  He held it there, wrapped around him, and held her gaze as she went over. Jack clutched around her, breathing harshly into her neck. Her breath came in uneven, throaty gasps, rising in pitch as she climaxed, desperate, almost screaming. Jack grunted harshly with his final hard thrusts.

  He groaned out the last of it, taking deep breaths at the crook of her shoulder. Then he slid himself out of her and squeezed her hip.

  “Have a good day, both of you.” He kissed Caro’s shoulder. “I’ll call you later, sweetheart.”

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  Matt nodded back at Jack as he left then turned his attention to Caro. He’d stopped tugging at her nipple after she’d come and now just gently palmed it. He took her hand from his cock and pulled her in close so she was resting over his chest.

  He tilted her chin up so they could see each other and touched his lips to hers.

  “I need to know if you’re okay with this, Caro.”

  Excellent question. She would never have thought it, would never have thought of it.

  But here she was, in this circumstance, and it didn’t feel wrong. It felt really very right.

  She returned that soft kiss and then nudged her head into his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him. Somehow it was a scent she remembered, one that had been imprinted in her brain ten years before. She’d wallowed in it one evening after sunset when he wrapped her in his letterman’s jacket for warmth.

  “I feel like a wanton.” She spoke with her lips against his skin. “But I can’t find any sense of wrong about it. Honestly I adore it. I love you both and want you. I can’t say no. How could I? I don’t know how I could stand to choose.

  “I’m more concerned about you and Jack.” She nibbled at his skin, running over it with teeth and tongue. “Is it something you can live with?”

  “Can I share you, do you mean?”

  She nodded, waiting while he considered his answer, taking pleasure in the stroke of his thumb over her arm.

  “I want you. I wanted you the moment I saw you with Jack. I suspect that if I’d found you first, I would have told him to bugger off. But I can’t say I don’t like it. I don’t mind if you’re his, as long as you’re mine, too.”

  He rolled them over and that hard cock found her, pressing between her thighs. “It makes sense, doesn’t it? Jack and I are close, good friends. Why would it be surprising that we both love the same woman? And that she would love us both?”

  He kissed her breasts and adjusted his hips, directing his cock to her pussy. “And it turns out Jack is right. It’s fucking hot to share your body with him, to watch you collapse in pleasure when you can’t take anymore.” He found her opening and pushed in. He took a nipple into his mouth and drew hard on it. “To have both of us using you to get off at the same time.” He started pumping into her. “It’s so good. This is so good.”

  He was right. Caroline arched her pelvis to accommodate his cock, letting him fill her. He was so big and hard. Each thrust seemed to stretch her further.

  She moaned, and he lifted to smile at her. “You like that, don’t you?”

  Caroline lifted her hand to cup his cheek. “I love it, Matt.” She shuddered as her words made him fuck her harder. “I love it when you fill me, when your cock is deep inside me.” She had to work at keeping her gaze on his when really her eyes wanted to roll back in her head with the thrill he was fucking into her.

  “I want you to fuck me and never stop. I’ve wanted it since I was fifteen and didn’t even know I wanted it. It’s so good to be with you, Matt.”

  She pulled his head down, and they kissed as he fucked her, a deep, intimate connection of mouths and bodies. They exchanged words of love and need, clutching close as they drove each other on.

  She heard Jack moving in the room, out of the shower now and finding fresh clothes. It turned her on to know he was watching, to get fucked crazy while another man was there to see and hear.

  Matt had one strong arm wrapped around her and his knees snugged up under her, surrounding, containing her while he pumped into her. His other hand he had on her breast, palming her, rolling her nipple, tugging in time to his thrusts.

  “Ah, Caro.” His voice was rough, needy, and thrilling to her.

  “Make me come, Matt.”

  “Yes.” He pinched hard on her nipple, making her moan with it. He sank hard into her, rocking in, grinding when he reached her depths. He worked at her, stretching her exquisitely, filling her impossibly.

  Caro began to shudder and groan, urgent with need, greedy for orgasm. At that peak of frenetic, nearly panicky desire, he gave it to her. After that long, grinding taking, he finally withdrew. And then he fucked hard into her, thrusting with deep, fast strokes, harder and harder until she screamed out her climax.

  He kept at it, gripping her, fucking, driving her higher. His breath was harsh, urgent and his words the same. “Keep going,” he insisted, powering harder into her. “More. Give me more.”

  She did what he bade, flying apart with the ecstasy of it, soaring. She huffed out long spasms of relief, her body clenching, her hands clutching Matt, her Matt.

  He flew with her at the end, driving his last thrusts into her, roaring out his satisfaction, his feral triumph. He collapsed on her, dropping his head beside hers on the bed, grasping hers to face him, his gaze drilled into hers, their breath shared.

  She heard Jack quietly leave the room.

  Matt watched her, eyes gleaming, full of cocky victory, all superior, until she drifted back to sleep.

  * * * *

  Matt let her nap. God knew she’d earned it.

  He used his French press to make a single cup of coffee and sat at the table and worked on his laptop for a couple hours. He’d planned to spend most of the day in the lab as well, but Jack’s little surprise had changed all that. He had a day to spend with Caroline, and he was going to take it.

  So when he’d gotten the most necessary work done, he made one more cup of coffee and went to tempt Caroline awake with it.

  She lay curled up on her side, lovely, tousled, well fucked. He had a strong desire to see her in his own bed and knew that the next time he had her that was where they would be.

  He crept up beside her, letting the scent of coffee waft around her. Waking, she smiled and stretched a little.

  Matt dipped his finger into the rich coffee and rubbed it over her lips, following it with a kiss.

  “Umm,” she said. “Coffee-flavored kisses.”

  Matt licked his finger. “Umm. Caro-flavored coffee.”

  She got her eyes all the way open and smiled more.

  “Come with me to breakfast?”

  “Okay,” she said.

  “I have a soccer game at one. Will you come watch?”

  Smart girl, she looked out the window before she committed. It was his fortune that the sun shone brightly, lighting up fall color. “All right. But then I have to work a while. I have a paper to finish by Wednesday.”

  He knew she was working on her master’s. He’d heard from Jack about her interest in
reproductive genetics and the family experience with genetic disease that drove it.

  “Deal. After you get some work done we can pick up a late dinner and take it into the lab, since Jack’s there for the night. We can feed him, too. How would that be?”

  “That would be fine.” She sat up, lifting a hand to slide that lovely, shimmering hair out of her face. The action gave him a sweet view of an equally lovely breast.

  He stared for a long moment, finally becoming aware that she was watching him. He looked up at her, incredibly moved. “I’m so glad we found you, Caroline. I’m in love with you. I have it bad. I always did.”

  She circled his neck and kissed him sweetly. “I love you, too. I went to sleep with thoughts of you almost every night since I was fifteen.”

  “Until you fell in love with Jack.”

  She looked at him and nodded slowly. “Yes. I can’t regret that. I love him, too.”

  “I know you do. I’m glad for it, really. Maybe it’s unorthodox, but if it works for the three of us, I don’t think anything else matters. Are we agreed?”

  “Yes,” she said. She lifted up to kiss him again.

  He took her up in his arms and carried her to the shower.

  He kept her close, her sweet, toned body, sluiced with water, held against his. They soaped each other, stroking, touching everywhere. Before it was over he had his cock inside her, and her legs wrapped around him, bringing them to a quiet but urgent, loving climax.

  Chapter Six

  The work Jack and Matt did was closely related, and they shared the same mentor and thesis adviser. Daniel Ryan was a brilliant biochemist, a full professor already at age thirty-three.

  He had a bit of a wealthy playboy image. A good bit, in fact. He lived alone in a house that was entirely reasonably called a mansion. It had been passed down to him through his mother, whose ancestors had worn paint and thrown crates of tea into Boston Harbor. He was six-one, muscled, and handsome. He fenced, having been an Olympic contender in his day, and it showed in his movements, an appealing blend of power and grace.