by Rhian Cahill
Steve was the first to rip off his shirt and Rob wasn’t far behind. In no time, they were both naked, their erections proudly saluting her. Rob’s was long and straight, as smooth as marble and blushed pink. Steve’s was thick and impressive, with a bulbous mushroom head and a long blue vein running down the front of it.
Pam licked her lips, wanting to take them both in her mouth, one after another. The notion excited her so much she had to slip a hand between her legs and press it to her aching pussy.
“Damn, sweetheart.” Steve had taken his cock in a hard grip and was squeezing it at the base, as though to stop himself from coming. He looked at her with a lusty intent that stole her breath. “Condoms?”
“I have some,” Rob quickly volunteered.
Pam pointed to her dresser. “There’s a box in my drawer.”
Rob sent her a smile and halted his search through his trousers, opting instead to open her drawer and take the pack of twelve from inside. While he was there, he found the lube and took it out as well.
Pam laughed, thinking of how wet she was. “You won’t need that.”
Rob tossed Steve a foil packet and kept one for himself. As he ripped it open with his teeth, he winked at her. “It’s not for your pussy.”
Pam’s rear entrance puckered as she remembered what Rob had said in the living room. “I want to fuck that sexy ass.” God, would he really do that? Take her ass while Steve was buried tight in her wet pussy? She’d had anal sex a couple of times, but not like that. Not with both her most private places crammed full. Would it hurt?
She was so aroused she figured even if it did she wouldn’t want to stop. Anticipation spiked as Steve climbed onto the bed and covered her body with his. His rigid muscles felt fantastic pressed against her softer flesh, and his turgid cock felt even better nudging at her wet entrance.
“Open your legs.”
Pam responded to his primal command, parting her thighs. He angled his hips forward, entering her carefully. But Pam didn’t want careful, she was too far gone for that. She grasped the taut globes of his ass and drew him forward, digging her fingernails in so he’d get the hint. With a muttered curse, he plunged into her all the way.
Pam bit her lip against the jolt of sensation. Steve twisted a hand in her hair, staring into her eyes with a look of surprise and wonder that she couldn’t begin to interpret, not when all she wanted to know was the feeling of having Steve’s cock driving into her, pushing her towards fulfillment.
“Steve. Please. Please move.”
He let out a breath that shuddered over her cheek. Then he began to stroke, creating a delicious friction that set off sparks inside her. Her cunt was electrified with pleasure, with ecstasy and agony as she absorbed every spectacular thrust and yet still craved more, waited with breath suspended for each one.
“Sweetheart,” Steve groaned and bit her ear.
Pam was really beginning to like the way he called her sweetheart. “God, I can’t hold on.”
Abruptly, Steve stopped thrusting. “Yes, you can.”
Hooking his leg around hers, Steve rolled her so she was on top of him. A moment later, Rob’s hands found her ass. As he kneeled on the bed beside her and Steve, he molded her cheeks in his hands. Pam’s inner muscles clamped on Steve’s cock, making him groan and grasp her hips. He lifted her off his staff and slammed her back down, sending arrows of delight through her womb.
“You look so sexy, Pam,” Rob murmured in her ear. He started to play with her tight back hole. “I want to fuck you here while you’re fucking Steve.”
“Yes. God, yes,” Pam said, forgetting completely her trepidation that it might hurt.
The coolness of the lube made her jolt, and Steve steadied her with his hands on her face. She looked down at him and his expression held none of the brash teasing or overt cockiness it usually did. All she saw in his eyes was worry.
“Are you sure?”
Rob inserted a finger into her lubricated ass. A moan fell out of her and she rocked her hips convulsively as Rob started a rhythmic stroke. She smiled at Steve, strangely touched by his concern. “I’m sure. Don’t stop.” She threw a look over her shoulder. “Either of you.”
In response, Rob added a second finger to the one he already had inside her. Pam swore, her pussy grasping at Steve’s cock. He moved his hands to her breasts and fondled them, heightening her already stratospheric arousal. When Rob stood at the side of the bed and placed his rock-hard member at the entrance to her ass, Pam held her breath, her heart pounding out a wild tattoo.
“Easy, Pam.” Rob smoothed a hand over her back, soothing her. “Relax.”
Pam let out the air in her lungs, forcing herself to release the tension from her muscles. Rob waited until she was calm, then he pushed his cock into her slowly, an inch at a time. The more of him she took in, the tighter her pussy muscles wrapped around Steve’s cock. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, the picture of agonized bliss. Pam could only imagine she wore a similar expression the whole time Rob was easing into her.
When Rob was fully seated, they all three stopped moving to breathe in great gulps of air. Pam had never felt such fullness, such taut and intense fullness. Both men were buried deep inside her, as far as they could go. She felt she could burst apart from the tension and pleasure of it.
Rob was the first to move. He withdrew a little, giving Pam some room to maneuver. She rocked her hips, rubbing her inflamed clit on Steve’s pelvis. He raised his hips, pumping into her slowly, slowly enough that Rob could find his moment to move back into her ass. Just as Steve pulled back, Rob advanced, filling her back passage.
They moved like that, pleasuring her in turns while all Pam could do was sway between them and experience every glorious thrust and parry. Each time Rob moved forward, the motion pushed her clit harder against Steve. When Steve ground into her, she felt it all the way to her womb. Her nipples throbbed while the men took turns stroking them.
Steve reached between them and found her clit with his thumb at one point, and Pam nearly took off like a rocket. “Oh, God, God. I’m going to come.”
“Yeah, do it,” Rob said. “You’re so damn tight. You’re killing me.”
Steve kept up the insistent pressure on her pulsing nub, kept staring at her face like he couldn’t bring himself to look away. “Come for me, sweetheart. I want to feel you milking me dry.”
His words were the last straw. Pam’s orgasm rushed through her, filling every extremity with tingling pleasure as her muscles clamped Steve tight. She jerked convulsively between the two men, gripped by spasms unlike any she’d ever known, spasms that seemed to reverberate everywhere while the men continued to plunder her body.
Rob held her back to his front as he too released himself, pounding his cock into her ass as his climax overtook him. The knowledge of his powerful orgasm set Pam off again, although she didn’t think she’d come down yet anyway. She gripped Steve’s chest, digging into his pecs with her fingernails while she and Rob rode it out together.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Pam opened her eyes to see the taut lines of Steve’s face morph into a mask of pure sexual relief as he finally let himself go. As the orgasm washed over him, he wound his fingers around Pam’s neck and pulled her down. Their lips collided in a kiss that was almost violent, a clash of teeth and tongues that conveyed the intensity of the passion between them. Pam’s muscles fluttered on Steve’s cock, drawing his essence from him with the last of what had been the longest, most drawn-out release of her entire life.
Eventually, when Steve spent himself, the kiss gentled, became a lazy melding of mouths that was hypnotic. Pam felt herself drifting, floating on a sea of bliss that was Steve’s kiss.
Dimly, she was aware that Rob pulled out of her and flopped onto the bed beside them. Pam struggled to find a coherent thought, but when she did, she figured it was probably rude to continue a post-coital make out with Steve while Rob watched. Not that she’d been given a rule book or anythin
g.
Pam dragged her mouth away from Steve’s and turned to look at Rob. He was watching them with the oddest half smile. Or maybe it wasn’t odd at all. Maybe that was his just-had-an-explosive-orgasm face.
“Hey,” Pam said and reached over to touch his chest. “That was spectacular. Thank you—both of you.”
“Thank you.” Rob clasped her hand and brought it to his lips so he could kiss each one of her fingers. “You were amazing.”
Feeling herself blush for some strange reason, Pam buried her face in Steve’s chest. He had the lightest dusting of dark-brown hair on his pecs, and it tickled Pam’s cheek in a way that made her smile. She brushed her lips over the place where his heartbeat thumped, unable to stop herself sending out her tongue to give it a teasing lick.
Steve groaned and stroked a hand over her hair. Pam’s nipples responded instinctively, hardening against his chest. What was she turning into? A nymphomaniac? “Don’t go.” The words sounded more like a plea than she wanted them to.
Rob tugged on her hand, and Pam tilted her head to face him. He raised one eyebrow. “Are you talking to me?”
“Of course. Both of you.” Pam slid her gaze over Steve’s but wasn’t game to let it linger. Her heart pounded out a nervous rhythm. It might be crazy, but she was scared of being alone with him. Scared that she would be just as turned on by Steve on his own as she was by him and Rob together.
Because that would mean she could easily fall for Steve. And she’d promised herself she would never fall for a player like him.
“If you’re sure,” Rob said as he began kissing a path over her wrist and up her inner arm. “I’d love to stay.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Pam shivered at the resolve in Steve’s words. It was as if he meant he wasn’t going anywhere ever, not just tonight. At last, her gaze connected with his and the seriousness she saw there made her breath catch.
But then Rob was kissing her shoulder, turning her face to seek her lips. Pam sank into the kiss, allowed herself to enjoy it, be turned on by it.
And she completely ignored the fact that, although it was a wonderful kiss, it didn’t pack the same punch as Steve’s.
Chapter Five
Steve woke with his morning erection nestled cozily against a soft feminine ass, which was hands down the best way to wake up ever. He flexed his hand, drawing the swell of Pam’s breast more fully into his palm. The crest turned into a sharp point almost immediately, and Steve smiled. The woman was so responsive. She’d been going all night and she still had more in reserve.
She wiggled her ass, giving Steve’s cock a nice little rub that made him sigh. She reached around him to grab his butt, drawing him closer to her as she pushed her bottom back.
Steve swept her hair aside so he could tongue the shell of her ear. Pam trembled, the rocking motion of her hips picking up pace. The only thing better than waking up with a hard-on and a beautiful woman was waking up with a hard-on and a beautiful horny woman, and apparently Pam had woken up as horny as he had.
No reason not to take advantage, Steve thought, as he slipped his hand between her legs and found her pussy already slick with desire. He wondered if Rob wanted to take over playing with Pam’s tits while he made her come. He opened his eyes to do the silent-communication thing they’d fallen into throughout the night.
The other side of the bed was empty.
Steve lifted his head and looked around the room. No Rob to be found in the grey morning light. Then he heard the distant sound of water running and realized the other man must be in the shower.
Steve was just wondering if he should wait for his friend to return before taking things with Pam any further, when she lifted her leg and hooked it around his hip. The action brought them close, like two spoons sliding together. The sideways position also gave Steve easy access to the little bud of nerves within Pam’s swollen pussy lips. “Fuck me, Steve.”
Her demand was throaty from sleep and thick with lust. It was the sexiest thing Steve had ever heard, and there was no way he was going to deny her.
She’d said his name. His and his alone.
Another surge of blood rushed to his cock as he reached behind him for one of the remaining foil packets that were left scattered on the bedside table. He ripped it open with his teeth and made short work of rolling on the protection. A moment later, he was at Pam’s slippery entrance, nudging past it. He slid home with one smooth plunge.
Pam gasped her delight, the sound mingling with Steve’s low groan. She felt so good, so warm and snug around him. There was something right about being inside Pam, something that made the sex different than it had been with all the women before her. There was something right about being inside her when it was just the two of them as well. Despite how mind-blowingly hot it had been to share her all night with his friend, Steve still wanted her to himself.
And he had her. For now at least, he had her.
Steve started moving inside her, stroking her inner walls with his cock while he stroked her needy clit with his fingers. Pam purred, a blissed-out sound that egged him on. It wasn’t long before the urge to drive into her harder and faster gripped him, and his thrusts became more harried.
Pam didn’t seem to mind. She reached behind her blindly, grappling the air until she was able to grip his head. She twisted her fingers through his hair and tilted her face, offering her lips. Steve slanted his mouth over hers, plunging his tongue into her with the same desperate force he used to tunnel his cock into her willing body.
One more stroke of her clit, a little roll of it between his thumb and forefinger, and Pam exploded. She bucked against him as the might of her orgasm hit her. Steve released her lips, wanting, needing to hear her cries of fulfillment. “Scream for me,” he said.
“God…Oh God, yes! Steve…Steve.”
“That’s it, sweetheart.”
“Please don’t stop. Don’t stop fucking me.”
Steve swooped down and nipped her ear. “I won’t. I wanna fuck you forever.”
Wow. Shit. Really, Waller?
“So good,” Pam said. She didn’t seem to notice Steve’s little forever slip-up. Her voice was a little calmer, but her hips still rocked convulsively, asking for more. “So incredible. I want—”
“More,” Steve finished the thought.
Pam opened her eyes and stared at him, her grey-green irises wide with astonishment. “Yes. More.”
How he held off coming this long, Steve wasn’t sure, but he was going to do everything he could to hold off for as long as Pam needed him to. “Roll over,” he said. “On your stomach.”
Pam did as he ordered, her ready compliance making lust surge harder through Steve’s veins. He moved with her, remaining buried in her clamping heat because the idea of pulling out was repellant. He lifted Pam to her knees, then grabbed a pillow and tucked it underneath her.
When he knew she was comfortable, he gripped her hips and ground his cock deep into her until she moaned softly. “Touch yourself. You know how to play with your clit, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Hmm… yes.” She thrust one hand between her legs. Steve knew when she found herself by the way her backside thrust at him, encouraging his slow, deep thrusts.
Steve felt the dampness of sweat beading his brow. The effort it took not to blow his load at the sight of Pam’s ass coming at him, at her pink pussy swallowing his cock over and over again, was immense. But he wouldn’t come. Not until she did.
“Steve, I’m so close.”
“Yeah, me too. I love fucking you this way.”
“Yes…do it harder. Please.”
Steve did as she asked, pounding into her until the sound of flesh slapping against flesh mingled with their moans of pleasure. At last, Pam cried out, her hips gyrating with her orgasm as her hand moved fast between her legs. This time when she climaxed, Steve went with her, unable to hold off another second. He released in powerful surges, hot bliss bursting from his body, leaving him dra
ined and exhausted and purely, completely happy.
He collapsed onto his hands, straining to stay upright so he didn’t crush Pam with his weight. She came off pretty tough, but she was slender and willowy, soft in lots of nice places. He didn’t want to hurt her.
In fact, he wanted to make sure she never got hurt. By anyone, anywhere, anytime. He wanted to protect her and care for her, love her and…
Steve couldn’t stay upright any longer. Somehow he managed to move sideways before he collapsed, narrowly avoiding crushing Pam. His heart slammed into his ribs as the realizations battered him, body and mind.
He wanted to love her. He already did love her. How had he not known during all these months of teasing and bickering and secretly lusting that he’d been falling in love with her?
He’d been falling in love with her the whole time. With her wicked sense of humor and the proud tilt of her chin. With her ability to give him as good as she got while keeping her dignity intact. With her smile and her eyes…
Steve was crazy about her.
But she wanted Rob. Or at least him and Rob.
Didn’t she?
It had been only the two of them just now. She’d pleaded with him to make her come, cried out his name as she did. And she’d climaxed as hard, maybe even harder, than she had at any time while she’d had two men getting her off.
Maybe, just maybe he was in with a serious shot. As far as Steve was concerned, maybe was a huge step forward. He nudged her shoulder with his. “Hey, Pam.”
Pam turned to look at him, her eyebrows raised. “You called me Pam,” she said.
“It’s your name, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, but you call me Pammy to annoy me.”
Because apparently falling in love made him act like a complete tool. His smile turned rueful. “Sorry. It won’t happen again.”
Pam blinked in evident shock. Then her eyes narrowed. “What’s going on?”
I’ve fallen hard for you and it’s time I start being honest about it. Sober honesty was not Steve’s strong suit. That’s why he fell back on glib bullshit more often than not. It was a convenient mask for all the usual human confusions and weaknesses that no guy really liked to go around admitting to.
