Two Hot (An Erotic Short Story: m?nage, m/f/m )
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Two Hot
Delilah Devlin
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Two Hot
Copyright © 2012 by Delilah Devlin
Edited by Layla Chase
Cover by April Martinez
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Two Hot
Beads of condensation, glittering jewel-like in the sputtering candlelight, ran in rivulets down the sides of Jason’s ice-cold beer.
Detail I shouldn’t have been able to note, given the fact I was thirty feet away.
As I lowered my nephew’s toy binoculars, I reflected that I had indeed sunk to a new low. You see, my bedroom window conveniently overlooked Jason and Robert’s backyard. A fact that probably never registered with the previous tenants, but one that proved too delicious to ignore after the arrival of the handsome duo. Privacy fencing, which ran down to the pier that jutted into the lake, separated the row of houses where we lived. It was high enough the neighbors on either side of ours couldn’t see into their yard, but lucky me—I had the perfect view.
Upon discovering this, I had began a furtive surveillance. One that had me cringing in embarrassment each time I greeted them in passing and feeling even more ashamed when we struck up a friendship.
We’d shared meals, drinks, late afternoon swims, watched football games together on their wide-screen TV. And still, I peeked into their backyard, waiting for those moments when they popped outside to mow the lawn or catch a few summer rays. Their bodies gleamed with sweat while raw lust warred inside me, along with the fear that I’d mess up our relationship if I let the guys know how I really felt.
My convenient perch on the windowsill afforded me a window into their private lives, and from the very beginning, I was hooked. They’d become an obsession, one frustrated by the fact they treated me like a kid sister, rather than a woman one of them might desire.
And therein lay another problem. I’d resisted the urge to seek a deeper relationship because then I’d have to choose. My libido was completely fickle, lusting after Jason’s muscled physique, then sighing over the possibilities of what Robert’s tall, bony frame and large feet hinted at. That their personalities were perfect bookends, fierce and funny, confused my heart as well.
Lucky, lucky me. I licked the sweat gathering on my upper lip while this night one of the handsome men living next door tilted his bottle and took several long sips. The look of pure bliss that softened his otherwise stern features made my chest ache.
I watched the movement of Jason’s throat as he worked it down, imagining him sipping at my overheated flesh. My skin began to tingle. My nipples beaded, crowding uncomfortably against my lace bra. My thighs clenched as a delicious wash of arousal seeped to wet the crotch of my plain panties.
The sigh he emitted as he set the bottle on the table was echoed by my own painful groan. Watching either of them had never caused my heart to skip a beat like that hint of a moan sliding on the tail of Jason’s long exhalation.
Sure, it was hotter than hell out there. I too felt the effects of the enervating heat. Record temperatures had strained the region’s resources and planned service interruptions began that night. But something about that sigh felt…un-subtle, exaggerated, maybe even dramatic. And Jason was too straightforward a man for that.
I blotted sweat from my forehead, asking myself again, What am I doing?
Only this time, my peeping hadn’t been deliberate. I’d rushed home from work and showered quickly to beat the scheduled brown-out. Then I’d stripped to my underwear, pulled back the curtains, and opened the window, hoping for a breeze to cool my skin. Sitting limply on the sill, I waited for the world to flicker into life again.
That’s when I’d noticed him, sitting in a lounge chair alone in the dark.
He wore his usual work “uniform”—khaki trousers, white shirt and a tie. Tonight, the tie hung loosened and askew, his collar opened beneath it.
Despite the lack of electricity, I could see it all. Moonlight silvered his dark hair and reflected bright as a beacon against the white shirt. The golden light from the large Citronella candle leant warmth to his skin and the amber bottle he held between his hands.
As always, he was lovely to watch, but tonight, his expression drew my attention more than his breath-stealing features. A sullen slanting of his brows, a bit of pout plumping his masculine lips, an edgy energy to his slight movements—he was either irritated or aroused.
Wanting an answer to the “either-or,” I watched. My forte is observation; my people-radar exquisitely tuned to body language and a voice’s tonal cues. My curiosity and my lust were caught. No way could I back away from my window now.
The bottle tapped the table as he set it aside. A long-fingered hand tugged the knot of his tie, dragging it from his neck.
When he began to undo the row of buttons down the front of his shirt, I settled deeper on the sill, leaning closer, but taking care to keep my pale body hidden behind the sheer curtain.
The edges of the shirt parted over a broad, nicely muscled chest. My gaze zeroed in on taut lean abs dusted with dense fur the same color as his close-cropped black hair that stretched nipple to nipple then ran along a thin dark line to slip beneath his zipper.
His hand stroked his chest, scratching through the hair, the faint crinkling sound causing my own chest to tighten, my nipples to surge.
A light sheen of sweat glimmered on his chest and belly. Again, my tongue swept my lips, tasting salt, and I imagined I lapped the dew right off his skin.
When a lazily roaming hand slid over his belly, I tensed, fascinated as he swept the flat plane. Would he be hard or desk-soft? His stomach looked firm. So, I enjoyed fantasizing that he was and touched my own stomach, following his path.
His hand slid down to the knot bulging behind his fly, and he cupped it. Squeezed.
My own hands itched to replace his and grew still, clenching against the fantasy of holding his burgeoning cock as it roused. My cheeks heated and my breaths shortened. No need to tease my own body into arousal, moisture already soaked my panties.
The buckle clanked open, and the belt slid sinuously from the loops as he lifted his hips and pulled it free. A flick of his thumb and the button at the waistband of his trousers opened. His zipper rasped as it slid down.
Dark fabric formed a vee-like shadow as his hand rooted beneath his waist, and then he slipped the long, gleaming column of his semi-aroused sex from the flap at the front of his boxers and wrapped his fingers around it.
I swallowed the liquid pooling in my mouth. I blinked to moisten eyes that had grown dry and scratchy as I stared, wide-eyed. My breaths grew ragged, a little choked, and I must have made a noise, because suddenly his head swung my way.
His gaze narrowed on my bedroom window.
Holding my breath, I froze, hoping his gaze couldn’t penetrate the darkness.
But a crooked smile slowly stretched his lips, and his hand tightened around himself and began to pump up and down the thickening rod. All the while, he stared at me.
His head turned away, and his hand dropped from his engorged cock. It fell against his belly with a soft, muffled thud. Heavy, hot, thick—I knew its girth would stretch my mouth.
Another sound intruded. The chime of my doorbell. I bit back a curse and drew away from the window, slung on my robe, then headed downstairs to the front door.
Robert stood on the stoop, a lazy grin on his face, a sweep of lank blonde hair covering one eye and two beers dangling from his fingers. He was shirtless. Low-riding, blue knee-length shorts encased slender hips and revealed long legs. His large feet were bare. “Thought you might like to join us.”
“Us?” A pinch grabbed my belly and I repeated stupidly, dragging my glance upward again to lock with his.
“Jason and I?” His head tilted, and his pale blue eyes studied me.
Did he know what Jason was up to? He hadn’t been in the back yard. Maybe he didn’t know and the invitation was issued without a carnal subtext.
Not like I hadn’t enjoyed a beer or dinner at their place before, but those times had always been a “friend thing.”
“Are you okay? You look a little flushed.” The teasing glint in his eyes, and more, the narrowed focus of his stare, told me he knew exactly what I’d seen. His gaze slid beyond my shoulder into my darkened living room. “Keep us company until the lights come on?”
I nodded, afraid to attempt a verbal assent with my tongue glued to the roof of my dry mouth.
The cool beer slid into my hand, and he clasped my wrist to lead me across the yard, through his house and toward the back yard.
My heart pounded hard. I was afraid but also a little giddy to approach Jason after seeing so much of his naked body. And his intimate actions. When I stepped through the sliding glass, I found him lying on the lounge chair completely nude except for a towel draped across his lap.
“Excuse me for not rising,” he said, a mocking smile curling the corners of his lips while a hard stare bored into my eyes.
Unnerved, my chin came up and I rounded on Robert, whose watchful gaze narrowed on my face. “So you both know I peeked. Did you bring me here to make fun of me?”
“Not at all,” Robert replied smoothly. “We thought you might be as hot as we are. Might like to cool off with a beer.”
“And that’s all?”
“If that’s all you want...” Jason dragged the towel from his hips and placed an arm beneath his head, a relaxed pose completely at odds with the extreme angle of his cock.
I couldn’t help thinking how nicely angled it was—nearly perpendicular to his hips, a seventy-five degree angle at the very least.
Once again, with me watching, Jason wrapped his fingers around his shaft, just under the crown, and stroked toward his groin. The pull dragged the skin downward, emphasizing the elegant shape of the tapered head, the gleaming satin that cloaked the hard column, and the bluish veins that tracked all around it.
My gaze whipped back to Robert, but I couldn’t meet his eyes. I’d come, knowing something would happen, having been seduced by the heat and the promise of hard cock.
Robert’s hand still clasped my wrist, and his thumb smoothed over the thin skin.
Had he noted the rapid beat of my heart as my excitement spiked? The hand holding the beer lifted, and he slid it into the opening of my robe, snuggling it between my breasts.
As cool moisture met my hot, flushed skin, I gasped. A hand slipped up the inside of one thigh and I glanced down at Jason, whose expression held a hint of challenge. His fingers slid upward, halting where my thighs clenched together, waiting…
“You trust us, don’t you?” Robert said softly. “We’re friends. That won’t change. But wouldn’t you like us to be…more?”
Wordlessly, I widened my stance, allowing Jason to smooth upward until his fingers met the edge of the elastic banding the top of my thigh. My gaze shot back to Robert’s who studied my reactions to Jason’s intimate touch.
“Open your robe, sweetheart,” Robert whispered, sliding the bottle up and down the center of my chest.
My lips parted as the cold bottle shocked my overheated skin. I meant to say something to ease my embarrassment, something light and witty, but Jason’s fingers traced the damp cotton, burrowing into the fabric and between my swelling folds. I remained mute, knowing I couldn’t push a single word past my tightening throat. With my free hand, I pulled at the cord tied around my waist, loosening it. The edges of the robe fell open. Warm, muggy air brushed over my body.
Robert rolled the cold bottle across the tops of my hot breasts, then over the thin cups of my bra, lingering over my nipples until they began to sprout. He set aside the beer and pulled mine from my cramped fingers, then pushed the robe from my shoulders until it fell behind me to the ground. Standing in my underwear, two male gazes sweeping my curves, my uneasy qualms disappeared.
An opportunity presented itself. One of extraordinary appeal. Jason’s thickly muscled body gleamed with health and an alluring power. Robert’s long, lean frame was just as appealing, but in a very different way. So tall, I could rise on tip-toe and not meet his lips, his height overwhelmed me.
I liked the feeling of helpless femininity that swamped me. I was theirs for the taking. Even with Jason’s fingers strumming my pussy, I knew they waited for me to make the first move, to give them permission to proceed.
“How sturdy is that lounge chair?” I asked Jason, my voice raw.
His lips curved into a wicked smile. “Climb over me, and we’ll find out.”
“Not so fast, Jace,” Robert murmured. “She’s been spying on us.”
I pressed my lips together, but wondered why I didn’t feel ashamed at the accusation. Jason’s fingers slid inside my underwear and between my slick folds.
I rocked on the balls of my feet, fighting the need to sway beneath his coaxing, sliding assault. Robert’s hand cupped my jaw, lifting my gaze, but I closed my eyes half-way, not wanting to meet his steady stare.
“Haven’t you, Emily? Haven’t you been watching us?”
I bit my lip, and then released it around a ragged exhalation. “Yes. I’ve been spying.”
“What should we do with you? Do you think we should ignore it? Award your transgression by giving you pleasure?”
I sure hoped so, but the sharp edge of his quiet whisper excited me. I wanted more of that rasping disdain. “I should be punished,” I said softly, wondering where that statement came from.
Robert’s glance sliced to Jason, whose lips thinned.
Was he hiding a smile, or was he really disapproving?
Jason swung his legs over the side of the lounger and stood.
With both men flanking each other, standing so close I could feel the heat radiating from their bodies, I began to quiver. Excitement shivered through me, plucking at my nipples, releasing a gush of arousal that soaked the crotch of the panties Jason had abandoned.
“Maybe she needs a spanking?” Jason said, crossing his arms over his chest.
My downcast gaze clung to the cock that remained rigid, thrusting upward from a nest of wiry, black hair at his groin.
“Maybe she should service us,” Robert said softly.
I swallowed against a dry throat, liking that suggestion even more, but unwilling to let them see how much.
“I’d like to warm her bottom a bit first,” Jason said, grit in his tone.
Oh.My.God. Both suggestions appealed. I shifted my feet, fighting the tension curling in my womb. To keep from reaching out, I fisted my hands at my sides.
“We’ve been exposed, ogled, our privacy invaded to serve her perversion.”
“Uh-huh,” Jason murmured, his hand petting his long, ridged shaft.
He knew I still stared. I darted him a glance and found his narrowed gaze fixed on my face. “First, I think sh
e needs to be as exposed as I am.” He lifted his chin and ordered, “Strip.”
Without hesitation, I reached behind me and struggled with the hooks of my bra until it sagged in front and I let it drop. Then I slid my panties down my legs and stepped out of them.
When I straightened, both male chests in front of me rose as they pulled in deep breaths. My confidence reinforced, I squared my shoulders and faced them with my chin raised.
“Turn around,” Jason rasped.
I turned slowly, glancing over my shoulder.
“Don’t watch us,” he reprimanded. “Haven’t you done enough of that already?”
“Bend over and clasp your ankles,” Robert murmured.
What? I balked, lowering my brows. “Is that really necessary?”
“Bend over,” Jason repeated. “Or we send you home.”
His implacable stare ate away at my resistance. I didn’t want to leave. I turned away and widened my stance, then bent at the waist, curving downward as the muscles in the backs of my thighs stretched.
Air whistled between teeth behind me.
Blood rushed toward my head, and I fought to breathe. “Has this been long enough?”
“I’m really liking the idea of that spanking,” Jason said, his voice more hard-edged than before.
“Widen your stance,” Robert said quickly.
“Lord protects me from sadists,” I muttered. I heard the rasp of a zipper and watched between my legs as Robert’s shorts sagged around his ankles. He pushed them off and kicked them to the side.
“I’m getting dizzy with all the blood rushing to my head.” What really made my head swim was the thought of looking at Robert’s cock, but I couldn’t see high enough up his legs from this angle.
“Then go to the chair and bend over it.”
“Good idea,” Jason said.
Laughter caught me by surprise. They sounded like two boys arranging their toy soldiers for battle. Only I was a life-sized toy made especially for their pleasure.
The thought didn’t dampen my arousal one bit. I straightened, shaking my head as blood drained south, gave them a sullen pout and stomped toward the chair. Keeping my back to them, I made quite a display of myself as I knelt in the grass and bent slowly over the lounge chair, widening my knees to give them another glimpse of moist pussy. Maybe they’d get the hint and get down to business.