by Rhian Cahill
Curtis kneaded her breast again, moving behind her as he did so to press the hard planes of his body to her back, her butt. He journeyed her throat with his lips, mirroring Logan’s kisses with uncanny timing.
She closed her eyes, undone by the pleasure of being sandwiched between them. Naked and exposed and aching for everything they were going to do to her.
And then Logan’s lips weren’t on her throat but sealing around her nipple, suckling on the beaded tip as Curtis held her breast. Feasting on her flesh as his friend offered it to him.
The perfection of the moment tore a whimper from her. Her pussy contracted. It wasn’t just that Logan and Curtis were giving her pleasure and taking their pleasure from her, it was that they were doing it together. Together.
As if aware of her feverish thoughts, Curtis pushed his hips forward, driving his erection harder to the crevice of her ass cheeks. At her breast, Logan moaned. He sucked her nipple harder for an exquisitely agonizing moment and then straightened to his full height, his breath ragged as he rubbed his thick cock to her lower belly. “I suggest we move this inside.”
“Not ready for the world to see your skinny naked arse, Logan?” Curtis chuckled at Bethany’s ear, his teasing fingers taking the place of Logan’s mouth on her nipple.
“You could say that,” Logan answered, gazing down into Bethany’s eyes.
Her heart missed a beat at the blazing hunger in his stare. Hunger, and something else. Something far more profound and powerful.
Don’t get your hopes up, Bethany. Just go with the moment and—
“Let’s go then.” Curtis laughed, snaring her wrist and pulling her from the balcony.
She went willingly, grinning at Logan as he strode along behind them. He ducked his head, pushing his glasses higher on his nose with his index finger in an utterly endearing way.
The unconscious move reminded Bethany all over again how uncertain he could be. It was a puzzling juxtaposition. A confident lover—there was no doubt that’s exactly what he was going to be—and a man with crippling self-confidence.
For a surreal moment, she wondered how two opposite men had found each other. How had the ex-captain of the Australian cricket team, a man who’d confessed to her only a week ago he still had no clue how to set up his DVR to record a weekly program, come to be friends with the biggest thing to happen to the computer world since Bill Gates and Steve Jobs had shook hands in Silicon Valley? Not just friends, but damn near brothers?
The unexpected question stroked at Bethany’s mind as her stilettoes crossed the balcony’s threshold…a second before Curtis tugged her into a sweeping arc around his body to deposit her—ass first—on the sofa.
“Smooth,” Logan’s voice tickled her senses.
“Thanks,” Curtis answered, laughter in his voice.
She looked up at them both, her tummy clenching with barely contained excitement.
The two men regarded her, one from behind spotless glasses, one wearing a relaxed grin.
Two opposite men who made her wetter than she’d ever been.
Who had somehow, just by being themselves, torn down her normal detached indifference to emotions. One on a sexual level. One on a level so much more significant.
And now those two men were about to make love to her.
Curtis hadn’t become the captain of the country’s cricket team by holding back. Risk was everything in professional sport. As was confidence, arrogance and attitude. He took charge of situations. He led.
But tonight, Curtis willingly accepted he wasn’t in charge. And he couldn’t be happier.
Shooting Logan a sideways glance, his chest tightened at the expression on his best mate’s face. It was the expression of a man without doubt or fear. The expression of a man who knew exactly what he wanted and was going to claim it as his.
“Logan?” Curtis murmured, wanting Logan to know Curtis was deferring to him.
Without taking his gaze from the naked American waiting for them on the sofa, Logan removed his glasses. He handed them to Curtis. There were no words, just an assumption Curtis would take them.
He did. Willingly and gladly. Elation threaded through the raw sexual pleasure heating his body. Christ, seeing Logan like this…it was fucking awesome.
“Your move, mate,” he said, fighting to keep his voice steady.
On the sofa, Bethany wriggled. Her gaze held Logan’s, delighted impatience dancing in her eyes.
The sight of her utter intoxication with his best friend sent a shard of liquid heat into Curtis’s groin. He wasn’t a religious man, hell, he wasn’t even a spiritual man, but he couldn’t help but send up a word of thanks to whatever higher power had arranged for Bethany to walk into his pub when Logan had been there.
“Walk around to the back of the sofa, Curtis.”
At Logan’s low commend, Curtis nodded. From the corner of his eye, he saw Bethany press her thighs together, her hand disappearing between them at their junction.
Placing Logan’s glasses on the coffee table, Curtis moved to the back of the sofa, standing directly behind Bethany and watching Logan watch her.
“Smooth your hands over her breasts.”
A low moan slipped from Bethany at Logan’s instruction. Curtis looked down at her just in time to see her arch her spine, thrusting her breasts forward. An offering he gladly accepted.
With his thighs pressed to the back of her head, he slowly inched his palms down her neck and over her collarbone to cover her small, perky breasts. “Fuck, they feel so good in my hands,” he exclaimed, rubbing the centre of his hands against her erect nipples in a tiny circular motion.
From the sofa, Bethany moaned again. “I like that.”
“Don’t stop,” Logan ordered. Curtis didn’t miss the tented bulge in his friend’s jeans.
Without taking his stare from Bethany, Logan untagged the hem of his shirt from his waistband.
“Oh, yes, Logan,” Bethany proclaimed, arching harder into Curtis’s teasing hands. “I can’t wait for you to take your shirt off.”
Curtis saw a flicker of something hesitant in Logan’s eyes. The old fear. The old self-doubt. He knew Logan ran daily on his treadmill. He also knew his friend considered himself a wimp despite the latent strength of his wiry muscles. That his mind—so unfathomably intelligent—could be so clueless on something like this made Curtis want to laugh. And growl with exasperation.
“She means she thinks you’re fucking hot, Logan,” he said with a chuckle, his own muscles coiled tight with growing urgency. The stabbing contact of Bethany’s nipples against his palms was rapidly depleting the flow of blood to his brain and sending it south.
“It means I think you’re fucking hot,” Bethany echoed, shifting on the cushion.
Curtis lowered his gaze to her just in time to see her drag her finger against the folds of her pussy.
He bit back a groan. Shit, if he didn’t get out of his clothes soon, he’d come in his fucking jeans.
Swallowing the sizeable lump in his throat, he lifted his attention to Logan.
The uncertainty had left his friend’s eyes, replaced once again by confident intent. His shirt however, still covered his body. “In that case—” Logan’s lips tugged into a small smile, “—let me show my appreciation for the compliment. Spread your legs wide, Bethany.”
Hot anticipation bloomed in Curtis, even as a distant part of his mind raged against his friend’s shyness. He’d participated in more than one threesome before today. Cricket groupies would do anything for the men they lusted after, and when it came to the ultimate sexual experience, a threesome was bloody amazing. Two guys and a girl, two girls and just him…in his heady pro-cricket-playing days he’d tried all the combinations, including one drunken night when him and his vice-captain had gotten…closer…than they’d intended, but never had he imagined sharing a woman with his best mate. Until Bethany had entered their lives.
Nor had he imagined how fucking hard it would make him.
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bsp; Jesus, he was about to erupt and all Logan had done was tell Bethany to part her thighs. What was he going to do when Logan—
Without a word, Logan lowered to his knees, slid his hands up the inside of Bethany’s slim thighs and shoved her legs wider.
“Oh God,” Bethany gasped.
“Fuck,” Curtis groaned. His breath grew hot.
“You have a beautiful pussy, Bethany,” Logan said, placing a long index finger on the lips of her sex. “Smooth and perfect.”
Curtis lowered his stare to the object of Logan’s inspection, his cock throbbing at the sight of Bethany’s hairless pussy.
On the sofa, Bethany moaned. She rolled her hips forward, her breasts heaving as Logan stroked his finger along the seam of her slit.
“Is she wet, Logan?”
Logan raised his head at Curtis’s rasped question to regard him with steady blue eyes. And yet, for a second, Curtis thought he glimpsed stunned shock.
Oh my main man. Don’t doubt yourself. Not now. This is your moment, mate. Don’t let it—
“I’m not sure.” Logan’s lips twisted into a tiny smile. “Let me check.”
As Curtis watched, Logan lowered his head to Bethany exposed sex and laved his tongue over her flesh.
“Yes,” Bethany cried, throwing back her head, eyes closed.
Staring down at her face, Curtis kneaded her breasts with greater pressure, pinching each nipple as he did so. Pleasure and joy etched her features. She parted her lips and writhed on the sofa, shoving her hips forward as Logan lapped at the junction of her thighs again.
“Yes,” she moaned, burying one hand into Logan’s hair as she reached up behind her to claw at Curtis’s arm.
The frenzied contact seared through Curtis’s fraying control, sending hot pulses of urgent pressure into his cock. He moved his gaze back to the sight of Logan flicking his tongue over her pussy, his breath growing ragged and shallow.
His cock turned to a rod of agonized need.
“Oh God,” Bethany whimpered, dragging her nails over his forearm down to his wrist. She cupped Curtis’s hand, helping his fingers squeeze her breasts with brutal pressure. “Th-that feels so good. So…I knew…oh God.”
She squirmed on the sofa, mauling her breast with Curtis’s hand as she wrapped her leg around Logan’s shoulder.
Between her thighs, Logan continued to lap at her sex. Curtis watched, his cock pulsing thicker, straining to be free with every glimpse of his friend’s tongue scraping over Bethany’s flesh.
He groaned, almost undone with the need to lower his fly and release his dick from its confines. Bethany’s head was right there, level with his groin. How incredible would it be to sink his length past her lips? To fuck her mouth while Logan fucked her with his tongue?
And yet he held off. By sheer willpower and love for his best mate, he held off. Logan was in control. And that state of affairs turned the concentrated desire in Curtis’s body to a level beyond his experience or understanding. He didn’t want it any other way.
He’d spent his life being the leader, the one to call the shots. But for Logan, he willingly relinquished that role.
His cock swelled fatter at the thought. A choked groan fell from him.
As if feeling his delirious ecstasy, Logan lifted his head from between Bethany’s thighs and studied him. “I think…” he said, his lips glistening with her juices, “you should suck her breasts, Curtis.”
With a smirk, Curtis nodded at his best mate. “I think you’re right.”
He bent over Bethany’s shoulder, pressed his knees to the back of the sofa and closed his lips around her left nipple.
She bucked against the contact, her gasp high and wavery. “Oh yeah.” Her nails scraped at the back of his shoulder.
He didn’t doubt she’d marked his flesh, even with the protection of his shirt. In glorious retaliation, he closed his teeth around her nipple.
“Yes!” She clawed at him again, harder. Encouraging more.
He gave it to her, biting once again on the beaded tip of her breast with greater force before sucking it deeply into his mouth and rolling his tongue over it.
“Fuck.” She writhed on the sofa. “Fuck, this is incredible! This is—oh God!”
At her hitching cry, Curtis opened his eyes to see what Logan had done.
His best friend was looking up at them both, eyes burning with open desire, Bethany’s pleasure wet his lips and chin. His hand was buried between Bethany’s spread thighs.
Cock a throbbing rod, Curtis watched as Logan twisted his wrist, his fingers deep within Bethany’s pussy.
Once again, Bethany cried out, the sound raw and willing. Her nails raked at Curtis’s shoulder, down his arm. Her hips bucked.
Logan twisted his wrist again, his nostril flaring as he watched Bethany’s reaction to his penetration.
She slammed her hips upward, another cry of rapture bursting from her lips.
The sight of Logan’s fingers disappearing into her sweet slit over and over with slow, methodical precision and intent sent a wave of hot lust through Curtis. As did the savage way Bethany dug her nails into his arm as she writhed on the sofa.
He met Logan’s stare, his breath catching at the unspoken trust in his friend’s eyes. Logan would do anything for Curtis. He knew that, and right now, Logan was giving him that, sharing the only thing Logan truly wanted.
His whole body thrummed, not just with sexual urgency for the woman they both desired, but with a profound trust for the man.
They truly were together on this.
Together on bringing Bethany to the heights of sexual rapture. Together on experiencing it with her.
Head swimming with charged need, cock aching with engorged want, he tore his stare from Logan’s eyes and took her nipple in his mouth again.
He sucked that perfect bead of flesh until her moans turned wild. He worshipped with his tongue and teeth as he mirrored his mouth’s rhythm with his fingers on her other nipple.
“Oh God, yes…” she gasped. “L-Logan…Curtis…this is…”
Once again, her words gave way to whimpering noises. Curtis wanted to lift his head to see what Logan was doing, but couldn’t find the willpower to stop suckling on her breast. How could he when it was so warm, so soft and lush and exquisite?
“This is what, Bethany?” Logan’s voice danced on her hitching pants. “Tell me.”
“G-good,” she groaned, driving her nails into Curtis’s shoulder again. Her body shook, trembles that echoed her shallow breaths. “So good.”
From between her thighs, Logan chuckled. “I think we can do better than good, don’t you, Curtis?”
Kneading her other breast with increased pressure, Curtis withdrew his mouth from her nipple and raised his head to meet his friend’s gaze. “I think we can. What do you have in mind?”
Logan’s smile grew haughty. “This.”
As Curtis watched, his friend, the man who’d had difficulty even making eye contact with a woman for most of the time Curtis had known him, rose slowly to his knees, sank two fingers into Bethany’s pussy and took her right nipple with his mouth.
Needing no prompting, Curtis returned his own mouth to Bethany’s other breast. Closed his lips around her nipple and sucked.
Hard.
Chapter Three
At some point, he was going to need to stop. Take stock of the situation. Assess the moment. At some point, he needed to apply logic to where his body and his desire for Bethany had taken him, had taken them all.
But not now. At this moment, Logan was going to surrender to the carnal impulses controlling him and worship Bethany’s body with every fibre of his own.
Sharing her with Curtis only made the worship that much more profound and perfect.
Again, a fact that would require analysis and assessment later.
He drew deeper on her flesh, laving his tongue against its pebbled form as he stroked his fingers against her inner walls. She was hot and tight and wet down ther
e. He could smell her pleasure in every breath he took. It fed his own, turning his erection to a rigid length straining to be free of his jeans.
Releasing his cock would have to wait. He wanted to make her come first. He wanted to fill her with such potent arousal she called his name and marked his back through his shirt.
Sliding his lips up to the side of her neck, he wriggled his fingers deeper inside her sex and sucked on the smooth flesh of her throat. She moaned, the sound eliciting a groaning answer from Curtis.
Logan didn’t need to look to know his best friend sucked on Bethany’s other nipple. He’d become aware of Curtis’s head—right beside his—the second Curtis bent over her again. His senses seemed to be on hyper-alert, the heat from his friend’s close proximity an exhilarating rush also requiring contemplation.
A contemplation that would take place at a later time when he wasn’t giving himself over to the desire he’d harboured for fourteen long days and nights.
Moving his lips to Bethany’s ear, he captured her earlobe with his teeth.
She cried out, arching into his fingers, squeezing her thighs around his hand. Beside him, Curtis groaned, the sound animalistic and hungry.
Logan knew of his friend’s sexual prowess. It was a topic that had been much discussed by Australia’s media and gossip sites during his cricket-playing days. He also knew Curtis was rarely not in control of a situation. The fact he was deferring to Logan now…
Later. Analyse it all later. For now…
Heart racing, cock pressing against his fly, he slipped his fingers free of her pussy, stroking a slow path over her perineum to the tight ring of muscle that was her anus. He pressed the pad of his index finger against her opening, flicking his tongue into her ear as he did so.
“God,” she moaned. “Th-this is incredible. This is…oh God, this is…so good.”
He pressed again. He didn’t want to enter her body this way. Not yet. He just wanted to give her more pleasure than she’d ever experienced, and teasing her back entry…hinting at what was to come later…
