Magic of Three

by Jenna Castille

  That did it. Tim cried out, arching back and trying to get his knees beneath him. He pulled hard enough at the chains to rattle the posts and cause Julian to worry about his straining shoulders.

  Julian reached beneath Tim, cupping his velvety balls and rolling them in a tender grasp. “Shh, calm down. It only gets better. You know how good it’ll be. Calm down, lover. You can take what I dish out to you.”

  “God…damn…Julian,” Tim sputtered, voice quavering in yearning. But he responded to Julian’s voice, his body filled with a fine trembling but no longer racked with spasms. Still, he wasn’t above begging for what he wanted. “Do something. Do anything. Do me. Don’t make me wait. Can’t take it. Can’t stand it. Please. Please.”

  Julian smiled. He’d planned on more foreplay, hours of enjoying the hot flesh spread beneath him. But the desperation in Tim’s voice pulled at that place inside him that Tim alone owned. Poor baby. He needed some cock stuffing him, needed it so bad.

  But first he’d have to ask for it, nicely.

  Leaning forward, Julian crouched over his lust-filled victim and whispered, “You know what you have to say.”

  Tim lost control again, wrapping his hands around the chains and tugging over and over again, wooden pillars creaking under the impassioned assault. He tossed his head back and forth, his hair flying around his shoulders in a golden halo. “Please, you know I want it. Please.”

  “Tell me what you want,” Julian murmured, letting his warm breath caress Tim’s cheek and neck. “Maybe you’ll get it. But you’ll never know until you ask.”

  Tim groaned, straining against the chains. The muscles in his arms knotted. “I want your cock,” he cried out, voice ragged, frantic. He arched his head back, fighting to catch Julian’s gaze. “Give it to me. I want to feel you pounding inside me, drilling my ass. I can’t stand it any longer. I’ll be good, just give me your damn cock.”

  Finally. Julian strolled around the bed to the other nightstand, taking his time and letting the anticipation build. He pulled out a bottle of lube and a clean hand towel. He slid the towel under Tim’s hips, having no desire to sleep on a damp spot. He poured a generous amount of lube in his hand, letting his body heat warm it before drizzling it down Tim’s crack. He eased one finger then two into his lover’s anus, careful to move slowly as Tim pressed down. Didn’t matter how many times they’d danced this dance, he’d never hurt Tim. He pumped his fingers in and out, making certain his lover was slick and ready.

  Tim writhed and jerked, panting and whimpering. But not complaining. Oh, no. He pushed into each thrust of Julian’s fingers, reaching for him, pulling him into his body.

  After he was certain Tim was taken care of, Julian poured another generous helping of lube into his hands. Once warm, he rubbed it up and down his cock, enjoying the slick, pumping pressure. Head to base glistened before he crawled forward, reaching for Tim’s hips.

  He helped Tim to his knees then parted his shuddering ass. The muscles tightened beneath his fingers, anticipating the sweet pain of invasion.

  Slowly he eased forward, teasing Tim with the head of his cock. He wanted this to last. Nothing felt better than that first moment of breaching, feeling the hard embrace of that tight ring of flesh and knowing that Tim accepted him here, at his most vulnerable.

  Tim had other ideas. He wrapped his hands around the chains for support and threw his ass back, impaling himself. Julian slid in quickly, not even attempting to regain control. It felt too good. Warm, tight heat wrapped around his cock. Tim bucked, clawing and gasping beneath him.

  “Please, more. Move,” Tim snarled, lost in sensation. “Nail me, already.”

  Julian held still for a few seconds longer, keeping Tim steady by lying across his back. Tim whimpered, trying to move, to make Julian move. But Julian wouldn’t, not until he wanted. Tim was demanding, not begging. That wasn’t how the game was played.

  He obviously needed more incentive to stay in his role as bottom.

  Julian slid one hand under Tim, grabbing his cock at the same time as he pulled out of Tim’s ass. Tim wailed, teeth gnashing as he pushed into Julian’s grip while wiggling his ass, begging for attention.

  Julian gave it to him, rammed him. He started a harsh, heavy, pummeling pace. His thrusts forced grunts from him as well as moans from Tim.

  “Shit, Julian,” Tim cried, his empathic powers projecting as pleasure shoved him closer to the edge. “So good. So close. Don’t stop. Never stop.”

  “Never,” Julian growled as Tim’s emotions slammed into him. He tilted Tim’s hips higher, shoving even harder. Shimmering pulses of Tim’s emotions pulled him along, dragging him up the edge of orgasm.

  Tim arched his back, his voice hoarse as he let out a final yell. Julian felt Tim’s cock pulsing in his hand as splash after splash of cum shot out onto the towel below. Bright pleasure flashed behind his eyelids as Tim bombarded him with emotion. Love, belonging, trust, a hint of future fear. But most of all the pulsing, tearing release. Pure, untainted ecstasy. Julian bit his lower lip, almost drawing blood as he fought not to come from the staggering emotional assault. He wanted to roll in every last second of Tim’s orgasm before giving in to his own.

  When Tim’s spasms stopped he let go, fondling Tim’s softened sac. He reached up and slid his hand up and down Tim’s back. His fingers curled and raked down as his balls tightened moments before orgasm.

  His body convulsed as he filled his lover’s ass with cum.

  Julian wanted to fall into Tim, lay boneless on his warm back, but he couldn’t leave his lover like this. While Tim would be the last man to complain, it was Julian’s job to take care of his comfort.

  He grabbed the towel from under Tim’s flaccid cock as he pulled out of his tight ass. He wiped off the cum dribbling out of Tim’s hole before standing.

  “If you can handle the cuffs, I’ll be right back.”

  Tim mumbled something and scooted forward and reached for the Velcro with his teeth. Julian went to the bathroom, dumping the soiled cloth in a hamper and grabbing two more. He washed himself then dampened the second cloth in warm water.

  He went back to Tim and gently cleaned him.

  Tim smiled, closing his eyes to thoroughly luxuriate in each caress. “That’s why I love you. Always taking care of me. Lisa doesn’t stand a chance against you.”

  Julian shook his head.

  If only he could be so certain.

  Chapter Seven

  Lisa glanced up from her steaming cinnamon latte and gooey cream cheese Danish as the hanging brass bell above the door of her favorite café clanged. Hot, dry Las Vegas air whipped around her as a blonde, pink and blue head popped into the air-conditioned oasis. Ignoring all the curious looks directed at her hair, Janice smiled and waved at Lisa before heading to the counter, her multicolored curls swishing around her shoulders. A large whipped cream-topped mocha and fresh-baked bagel later, Janice flopped down in the seat across from her.

  “So, how’s everything in the food biz?” Janice asked as she spread honey-sweetened cream cheese across her toasted cinnamon-raisin bagel.

  Lisa shrugged, adding another pink packet of sweetener to her coffee. “Business is the same but it’s sure been a weird couple of days.”

  “Tell me about it,” Janice sighed, shaking her head with a self-deprecating sigh. “Divorce papers signed, sealed and delivered, matrimonial freedom, then my girls’-night-out party. Gotta love this crazy town. It was made with singles gone wild in mind.”

  “Yeah, but your party was part of my weirdness,” Lisa grumbled. She realized she sounded petty, but something about those two men stuck with her, filling her with apprehension and anticipation. She tore a corner off her Danish and nibbled, trying to decide if she was hungry or not. The coffee smell was appealing but the sweet pastry didn’t look as appetizing as it had when she bought it.

  “What?” Janice asked, tapping her hot pink French-manicured nails on the table. “I thought you liked going out to clubs?
Hell, you were the one to suggest the Pleasure Palace.” Janice hurried on as Lisa raised her eyebrows. “Not that I minded or anything. I didn’t even know they had a second floor, much less that there were male strippers up there.”

  Lisa grimaced, picking at the icing with her plastic fork. She felt like a pouting teenager. “If only they’d stay up there.”

  Janice didn’t say anything, just stared holes through Lisa’s head. Her friend knew Lisa couldn’t stand the silent treatment. When a bubbly person like Janice got quiet, it creeped her out. Felt like her friend was trying to stare through her skull.

  She had to break the silence. “The next day, guess who should walk in my restaurant.”

  “Who?”

  Lisa stared at a brightly colored poster of a smiling, dancing croissant hanging just above Janice’s shoulder, feeling the embarrassment from yesterday afternoon heating her skin again. Geez, what’s with this schoolgirl crush crap? “The guy you bought the lap dance from for me, that’s who. The golden Adonis boy and some other guy. And to make matters worse, they jumped in to help calm down an angry customer.”

  With a negligent shrug, Janice turned back to her bagel. “Okay, high on the weird meter, I grant you. But for a big city, I run into people I wouldn’t expect all the time.” She stopped for a moment, a teasing light sparkling in her green eyes. “Was the other guy a stripper from the club too? It’s not far off the Strip. Makes sense they’d try your place sometime, especially if the tips were good.”

  “I don’t know. I wouldn’t peg the other guy for the stripper type. Too tightly laced, military or law enforcement.” Lisa thought about it for a moment, running a picture of the two of them standing next to each other over in her mind. Night and day. Darkness and light. One hell of a fantasy in the making. “Actually, I wondered if they weren’t…you know…involved.”

  Janice smirked, completely ignoring her food and drink for the hot and twisted soap story in the making. “You mean a couple out for a romantic evening alone?” She laughed as Lisa blushed again, skin flaming even hotter. “Hell, it is a free country. And the stereotype of gay strippers must’ve come from somewhere. But it does put a damper on the whole fantasy.”

  “But I’m not sure if they were,” Lisa muttered, wishing a hole would appear under her and swallow her up. I know better than to mention this to Janice. What was I thinking? If I could just get them out of my mind. “They were both flirting with me too.”

  Janice’s smirk grew into a full-out grin moments before her trademark cackle blasted through the air. Other patrons either stared or worked very hard not to look. “So they’re bi, so what? Doesn’t mean you can’t savor the attention. Hell, all the more reason to enjoy. A two for one deal. Can’t beat that.”

  Lisa didn’t know how to respond. The image Janice created opened up too many secret feelings, too many deep, dark, hidden fantasies. Three bodies writhing together. Four hands and two mouths roving her body. Dreams only admitted to in the cover of night.

  “Two too many to handle if you ask me,” she replied, forcing the picture of the three of them naked and intertwined out of her mind. The image haunted her. She couldn’t let it take root, not when it was so obviously impossible. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying I’m butt-ugly repulsive or anything, but the second guy was almost better-looking than the stripper, if you can imagine that. What kind of a woman, short of a supermodel, could hold that kind of attention? Holding on to one would be a struggle. Two…impossible.”

  “But you’d have the other guy to help you keep his attention, if they are bi,” Janice was quick to point out. No way was her friend letting Lisa off the hook that easily. “You just need to learn how to work as a team. Pull together for the greater good. And can you imagine any greater good?”

  Lisa reached for her white ceramic cup with a trembling hand and took a deep, bracing drink. Anything to postpone an answer. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the Sixties elevator music jamming in the background and the creamy, sweet caffeine flavor of the latte. How did you respond to a question like that? Tell the truth and let your friend know you’re a bigger perv than she thought? Or outright lie to her face when you know she can read you like a book? Damn girl could scent a lie like a bloodhound. Janice’s ex couldn’t even lie to her, which had ended their marriage. “I can’t believe I’m having this conversation.”

  “You’re just saying that because the thought of it’s turning you on,” Janice replied, coming too close to the truth for Lisa’s comfort. She leaned forward, forcing Lisa to meet her gaze. “Come on. Two incredibly hot guys wanting you at the same time. Win-win situation if you ask me.”

  “Well, I didn’t ask,” Lisa snapped, reaching the end of her personal comfort level. What kind of woman thought about this kind of thing, let herself get turned on by it? She liked sex, enjoyed her body. But something had to be wrong with these thoughts, these fantasies. She might not be a Puritan but a woman had to set some personal limits. Right? “And it’s not like it’s going to happen now. I said they flirted, not that they gave me their numbers.”

  “Too bad,” Janice sighed, not a little wistful. But the dreamy expression didn’t last long. She jabbed a finger at Lisa, sending her coffee cup wobbling. “Next time jump on it. You’re single. You don’t have to answer to anyone. You’re a consenting adult. And you’re one of my most sexually liberated friends. You’re disappointing me. I’m setting out into the jungle of singlehood again and my role model’s going all uptight on me. Stop it.”

  Lisa narrowed her eyes. She couldn’t believe Janice thought of her like that. Role model? Sexually liberated? What kinda shit was that to dump on a friend? “Just because I don’t believe in depending on anyone else for my sexual pleasure doesn’t mean I sleep around all the time,” she snapped, temper crackling just beneath her skin. “I’ve experimented, yeah. After being married to the asshole for so long I deserved to break out some, try out my wings. Doesn’t mean I went hopping at every crooked finger either. And it doesn’t make the whole mating ritual a damned bit easier.”

  A soft frown formed between Janice’s puzzled eyes. “Hell, I wouldn’t ever think that you’re some kinda mega-slut,” she said, sorrow for causing any pain to her friend easily heard in her voice. But it went against her nature to stay serious. “Too many fingers get crooked in this town, Sin City rep in overdrive. I had three guys at work ask me out already and the ink’s barely dry on my decree. Mind you, I’ve got a good job and a paid-for car and home, but the guys sure don’t waste any time. That’s all I’m saying.”

  “True,” Lisa agreed, letting Janice’s earlier comments slide. But not without one more warning for her emotionally shaky friend. “That’s why you have to be careful about who you do sleep with. You can be choosy.”

  “Okay, okay.” Janice threw her hands above her head with a laugh. “So you don’t sleep with a guy, or two, just because they turn you on. But was it only physical with your two admirers? Nothing else?”

  Lisa thought about it. All things considered, it shouldn’t have been a difficult question to answer. She’d barely said two words to the men, knew next to nothing about them. But there had been a connection, a click, even in such a short time. Otherwise she’d have forgotten about them already.

  But how to explain that without sounding like an idiot?

  “They seemed nice enough, stepping in to help like they did,” she answered, searching for the right words to help Janice understand, as well as to clear her own mind. “Most people stay in their own little bubbles and mind their own business, especially in the city. But other than that, I couldn’t say. It isn’t like we had an in-depth conversation about our lives and goals. It was a quick meeting, less than five minutes unless you count the lap dance at your party.”

  “But it sure made an impression on you.”

  “Yeah,” Lisa admitted, as much to herself as to Janice.

  “So you did think about it? You and the two of them? Doing a three-person
version of the horizontal tango?” Janice pried, smirking, not about to let Lisa off the hook with that admission.

  “Yes, Mother, I considered it,” she answered with a roll of her eyes. She was tempted to stick out her tongue. Couldn’t Janice leave a woman with an iota of self-denial? “I do have hormones. I am human. But I kept my head.”

  “No, you kept your clothes,” Janice said, a flash of fresh humor strengthening her perpetual merriment. “You had a perfectly good office in the back of CM to use if you wanted to. You know, break in even more virgin territory.”

  “God, can we get off this subject?” Lisa asked, making a ball of her paper napkin and shoving her Danish aside. “I’m sorry I even mentioned it.”

  “Okay,” Janice replied, taking her last bite of bagel and carefully licking the cream cheese from her fingertips before shooting another mischievous glance at Lisa. “But next time two hotties start hitting on you at the same time, possibly as a couple, you have to promise me to at least consider it. I mean, how else am I ever going to know what something as steaming as that feels like if you don’t tell me?”