by Opal Carew
He watched her face as she came. Her mass of auburn curls framed her flushed face like a halo, her emerald eyes glazed in passion, and her full lips parted as she uttered sweet sounds of pleasure.
She relaxed in his arms, and smiled up at him. “Thank you, Master Jamieson.”
“My pleasure, Dani.” He held her close and kissed her, not wanting to part from her warm feminine body yet.
She stroked his hair, then rested her head against his shoulder for several long, tender moments.
Finally, she drew away and smiled at him again. “Master Jamieson, will your friend Master Garner be here soon?”
That had been the plan. For Trey to join them for dinner.
“I told him I’d call.”
She stroked her hand over her bare breast. “How soon do you think he can arrive?”
“Oh, I think he could get here pretty fast.”
He slipped free of her lovely hot body, then grabbed the phone hanging from the wall. As he watched her rearrange her maid outfit, tucking her lovely breasts away under the white fabric, he wondered if he actually wanted to share her.
Even with Trey.
Trey hesitated outside Jake’s front door. Jake had called him saying to come over right away because he had a surprise for him. Trey had only been to Jake’s house a few times. The distance between him and Jake saddened Trey, but he understood that Jake needed that distance. Their romantic relationship hadn’t had a distinct end, since they’d continued to meet up—and play—with Angela and Nikki once a year. Trey always had the feeling Jake hoped they would eventually get back together again. Even after all these years . . . Maybe maintaining such a casual physical relationship wasn’t such a great idea . . . but Trey sure didn’t want to give that up. And he was sure Jake didn’t either.
Jake had told him Danielle intended to come over this weekend and had invited him over for dinner this evening . . . later this evening . . . but it seemed Danielle had arrived earlier than Jake had expected. The odd thing was Jake had asked Trey to call a few minutes before he arrived, and then just to let himself in.
They were probably having sex and wanted a warning before Trey got there—which for some reason made Trey a little jealous—but why tell him to let himself in?
He wrapped his hand around the doorknob. Should he knock before he entered? Damn, he was just overthinking things. He pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Eight
“I’m here . . .”
Trey’s voice trailed off as he saw Danielle, dressed in a skimpy, and very sexy, maid’s outfit, with her hands above her head. He quickly closed the door behind him and locked it.
“I . . . uh . . .”
Suddenly, he realized that her hands were above her head because they were tied together with a rope which was then twined through the rising banister behind her, holding them high above her head. As his gaze glided down her sexily clad form, taking in her voluptuous breasts spilling from the low neckline, her slim waistline, then her legs skewed wide, his cock hardened.
Oh man, she was sitting and . . . two male legs jutted out from between her thighs, and he realized she was sitting on Jake’s lap, her feet curled around the dark cherrywood legs of one of Jake’s stylishly elegant dining room chairs beneath them.
“Trey, I’m glad you’re here.” Jake peered out from behind Danielle’s head. “My maid, Dani, here has been very bad, and I wanted you to help me punish her.”
“Punish her?” Trey stepped closer, his groin tightening painfully. “Okay.”
He wanted to say more . . . to ask about her misdeed . . . but he couldn’t stop staring at her skirt . . . wondering what was happening under there. Was Jake’s long cock pressing close against her? Was it . . . inside her?
“Say hello to Master Garner, Dani.”
“Hello, Master Garner.”
Master. Oh God, that was sexy.
As he stood in front of her, he wanted to reach out and grab those lovely round breasts, which thrust forward so beautifully between her upraised arms. Jake caressed one lovely mound, then tugged the fabric down to reveal a hardened nipple. Trey stroked a finger over the nub and Danielle moaned softly. He leaned forward and licked it, then squeezed his lips around it, teasing the tip with his tongue. The aureole pebbled against his lips. Her accelerated breathing sent his pulse racing.
Jake pulled up her full but very short skirt, revealing her naked pussy. Trey’s eyes widened. At this angle, it looked like . . . Trey stepped back and confirmed that Jake’s hard cock was inside her.
He could imagine Jake’s hard cock, veins bulging, pressed deep inside her . . . Danielle squeezing him tight.
Oh God, his cock throbbed in his pants.
“You’re looking uncomfortable there, buddy. Why not loosen things up a bit?” Jake said.
Trey unfastened his pants, knowing that’s what Jake was alluding to. He dropped them to the floor, then released his rock-hard cock from his briefs. Danielle’s gaze rested on his erection, her shimmering green eyes filled with hunger.
He stepped closer, wanting her full, sexy lips to wrap around his cockhead, but sitting on Jake’s lap like that . . . his cock inside her . . . she was too high to reach him, and her arms tied to the banister didn’t allow her to bend down.
For a moment, he considered offering his cock to Jake. The thought of Jake pleasuring both Danielle and him at the same time was an intense turn-on.
“Use the step stool,” Jake suggested. “It’s right there.” His head gestured to the right.
Trey glanced around and saw the dark cherrywood step stool Jake usually kept under the desk in the kitchen sitting two feet to the right of Jake and Danielle. Obviously, Jake had thought this through.
Trey placed the stool in position and stepped on top of it. Danielle stroked her cheek against his cock, licking the side of it. Her soft skin, then warm tongue made his cock twitch in delight. Jake grasped Trey’s cock in his firm, masculine grip and stroked a couple of times . . . fracturing Trey’s composure. . . . Then Jake positioned Trey’s cock in front of Danielle’s mouth.
It had been a long time since Trey had felt Jake’s touch there and it sent strong bittersweet memories surging forward. A gnawing ache began deep inside him . . . until Danielle’s mouth surrounded his tip while her tongue toyed with the small opening on the end of him. Slowly, Jake fed Trey’s cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his shaft as it eased deeper inside. Once it was as far as it would go, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on him. Jake drew him out, then eased him in again. A slow rhythm . . . in . . . out . . . felt superbly erotic.
Then Jake drew him all the way out and Jake’s lips surrounded him. His teeth edged lightly around Trey’s corona, then Jake swallowed him deep. With Trey’s cock deep inside Jake’s mouth, Jake lifted Trey’s balls and pressed them to Danielle’s mouth. She licked them, then Jake fed one into her mouth. She cradled it inside her warmth and Trey moaned. Jake fed the other ball into her mouth and she laved her tongue over them. As Danielle sucked on his balls, Jake moved up and down Trey’s shaft. Trey wanted to move, to fuck Jake’s mouth like old times, but if he did, he’d pull free of Danielle’s mouth, and he didn’t want that.
Jake sped up and Trey felt the familiar tightening in his groin—then he burst in an intense, carnal climax, groaning loudly.
God, he and Jake hadn’t shared such personal intimacy in a long time and . . . he was surprised how much Jake still turned him on. Had he only been fooling himself that he was over Jake? Or was it just that Danielle heightened everything about the sexual experience? All he knew right now was that being with both of them was more intensely erotic than anything he’d ever experienced before.
Jake released him, smiling broadly.
“You know, I think Dani still needs her lesson. Right, Dani?”
“Yes, Master Jamieson.”
Trey stepped down and pushed the step stool away. Jake’s hand toyed with his cock, which still impaled Danielle.
“Let me make some room for you,” Jake said. He lifted Danielle, drew out his cock, then repositioned it. Slowly, he lowered Danielle again, his cock pushing inside her ass.
Trey’s own cock rose at the sight. He reached around Danielle and felt for her bra fastening through the fabric, then unhooked it and pulled it from inside her dress. He tossed the strapless scrap of lace aside, then pulled the fabric of her top down and tucked it under her breasts. He admired the lovely round mounds, then leaned down and captured Danielle’s nipple inside his mouth and sucked until she moaned loudly.
“You should feel how wet she is,” Jake said. His hand stroked her glistening pussy.
Trey knelt in front of her and stroked her slit. Oh man, it was totally hot and wet. He slipped a couple of fingers into the silky wetness inside.
“Do you want me inside you, Danielle?” he asked.
“Oh, yes, Master Garner. Please fuck me.”
Urgency spiked through him at those words. He placed the step stool in front of her, then grabbed his cock, placed it to her opening, and thrust forward. Her velvety pussy surrounded him and he groaned. The sensation was intensified knowing Jake’s cock had just been in the same place.
“Fuck her, Trey. Let’s make her come together.”
Oh, yeah. He pulled back, then thrust again, deeper this time.
“Ohhh . . . Please, masters, make me come.”
He thrust faster. Deeper. She squeezed him and he groaned, then sped up. Her breath came in little gasps and he pounded in . . . harder and harder.
“Oh, yes. I’m going to . . .” She sucked in a breath, then wailed long and hard.
His groin tightened as Jake groaned his release. Heat burned through him as he exploded within her, thrusting and groaning as she wailed again.
“I’m . . . coming . . . oh . . .” She gasped. “So . . . hard.”
Trey tweaked her clit and she wailed again.
As her cries subsided, he slowed his thrusts. Finally, her head dropped against his shoulder. He cupped her head and held it lovingly, kissing her temple and savoring the blissful moment they all shared.
“So you couldn’t stay away from us.” Trey curled his hands around Danielle’s slender waist as she placed the steaming casserole on the hot plate she’d set on the counter beside Jake’s shiny-topped stainless-steel stove, then closed the oven door. She wore one of Jake’s T-shirts, which hung just long enough to cover the tiny pink thong she wore underneath. She turned around and kissed him, her arms gliding around his neck, the black quilted oven mitts still covering her hands.
“How could I? You two have a way of making a girl feel special.” She kissed him again. Her lovely green eyes gazed up at him as a grin spread across her face. “Very special.”
“Well, you are.” He kissed her again, hardly able to keep his hands from roving over her delightful body and taking her again right there on the spot. He’d never had it this bad for a woman before. “After all, how many women would dress up in a sexy little maid’s outfit and serve the two of us . . . and so completely?”
He couldn’t help it . . . his hand cupped her breast. The soft flesh filled his palm and the nipple tightened and pressed against him.
“Hey, you’re hogging the woman,” Jake said as he cupped her other breast.
Trey released her, and Jake pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She smiled up at him with the same delighted expression she’d given Trey a second before, and Trey couldn’t help feeling a little jealousy. An emotion he immediately stomped down.
Trey tugged the oven mitts from her hands, ignoring how her fingers immediately stroked through Jake’s long hair, hanging loose past his shoulders. Trey donned the mitts, then carried the casserole into the dining room. Jake appeared with a bottle of wine and a corkscrew, then set about removing the cork while Danielle placed fine crystal wineglasses on the table by each white porcelain plate with a burgundy band around the edge trimmed in gold. Gold flatware completed the place settings.
“I hope you like it. It’s a curried chicken and rice casserole . . . my own recipe,” she said.
“It smells delicious.” Trey sat down at the round table with Danielle to his right and Jake to his left, soft light from tall tapered candles in crystal star-shaped holders setting the table aglow.
“So, Danielle, do you make dinner for men often?” Trey asked.
She picked up a big serving spoon and placed it into the casserole, then scooped some onto her plate. “Not really.” She smiled. “I’ve never been involved with two men at the same time before.”
Trey smiled, knowing she was avoiding his question. He wanted to know if she’d gone out with a lot of men . . . and if she’d ever fallen in love. She’d had a rough time growing up—being all alone—and although he wanted her to be happy, the thought of her in love with someone else bothered him. Probably because he couldn’t stand the thought of her heart being broken.
But even more . . . he wanted to know if she thought he . . . and Jake . . . were special.
“What do you do for fun?” Jake asked.
“Oh, um . . . Well, I like reading manga.”
“You mean Japanese comics?” Jake took a bite of his dinner.
“Well, sure, but some of the story lines are very complex and they cover a broad range of story types.”
Trey grinned at her defensiveness. “I know that women dressed in various costumes and uniforms are popular in manga. Is that where you got the idea for the maid outfit?”
Her cheeks stained pink as she nodded.
“What else do you like to do?” Jake asked.
“Well, I play online games. You know . . . where you become a character in a simulated world and interact with other people doing the same thing. It’s really quite fascinating. You can live a whole alternate life there. Be whatever you want. Do whatever you want.”
Trey watched her as she focused on her food while she talked. And by interacting with people online, she could totally avoid interacting with real people. He had a strong feeling she spent most of her spare time hiding from the world, and he doubted she dated much. Yet, she didn’t seem shy about sex.
“Have you had any serious relationships?” Trey asked.
She took a bite of her food, then chewed slowly. “No, not really. I mean, I did date a guy for about eight months once, but his company transferred him to New York and it sort of ended. Mostly I keep it pretty casual.” She shrugged and took a sip of her wine. “I mean, I’ve got my life pretty well set. I don’t really need a man. Except for sex, of course.”
“Of course.” Jake raised an eyebrow at Trey.
Jake seemed to understand as clearly as Trey did that Danielle would not readily let someone into her life, because she would be afraid of depending on that relationship, then possibly losing it and being left all alone again.
“If it’s sex you’re looking for, does that mean these visits could become a regular thing?” Trey asked.
She picked up her burgundy linen napkin and smoothed it across her lap. “Well, would you like them to be?”
How could she sound so doubtful, as if she thought he might tell her no?
Trey glanced at Jake, then back to Danielle. “Absolutely. I think it would be great. How about next weekend you stay at my place?”
The light breeze brushed across Danielle’s cheeks, her hair swirling behind her as she pedaled the borrowed bicycle along the river. The tiny ripples on the surface of the water glittered in the afternoon sun, and the tall trees, the leaves rustling softly, sent dappled sunlight along the smooth gray surface of the bike path.
She had forgotten how beautiful it was here. The combination of the lovely setting and the pleasant heart-pumping activity made her feel vibrantly alive. Her gaze strayed to Trey and Jake riding alongside her, wearing shorts and T-shirts. And the view of hard male muscle and tight buns didn’t hurt either.
As they reached the top of the current rise, the library tower from the university came into v
iew between the trees along the shore, off to their left. Then, through a clearing in the trees, she could see the whole campus laid out below them. The sprawling psychology building, the blocky fortress that was the mathematics and computer science building, the chemistry and biology buildings linked by glass walkways. And new buildings she didn’t recognize.
“Those are the new residences they built about five years ago,” Jake said, noticing her gaze.
She nodded, remembering how difficult it had been for students to find a place to live. Building those residences would have been a godsend to the students here . . . yet the change bothered her. Things had been perfect the way they’d been. Now things had changed.
They continued to ride, the downward slope making it a fast, easy pace. The small blocky forms in the distance grew to life-sized multistoried buildings. They crossed Riverside Road, then past the southernmost parking lot, then along the main path across campus. A few students sat along the small lake—more like a large pond, actually—feeding the ducks. Attendance was light during the summer, she remembered.
“Do you want to go see Hanover House?” Trey asked.
That was where Danielle had shared a residence room with Harmony. Where she had found her first real friend . . . a friend she’d let slip through her fingers as soon as she’d left this place.
“I talked to the administrator last week and he said we could go in and see your old room.”
“I . . . uh . . . don’t know.”
“Why don’t we grab a beer at the pub first?” Jake suggested.
“That sounds like a great idea.” She could use a drink before rousing any more memories from her past.
The pub hadn’t changed much in all these years. They walked down the stairs to a dimly lit room of round tables each surrounded by chairs, anywhere from three to six per table. While here, one wouldn’t know if it was sunny or snow-ridden outside. No outside light penetrated the Cave, as it was called.
Trey and Danielle sat down while Jake wandered toward the bar. Only one other table was occupied. A young man and woman, books spread out on the table in front of them as they sipped beer from pilsner glasses.
