The Gift of Shayla

by N. J. Walters

  “Did you enjoy that?” Rob asked.

  “Fuck, yes.” Adam rubbed his hand across his jaw, wiping away some of the moisture there. “She tastes so damn sweet. Like ripe plums. Rich and succulent.”

  It was strange to hear another man speaking of his wife in this manner. If it had been anyone else, Rob would be insane with jealousy. But this wasn’t just anyone. This was his best friend, a man he trusted. A man he wanted. And hearing the words fall from Adam’s lips only heightened Rob’s arousal.

  “Her breasts are incredibly sensitive,” he told his friend. Reaching up, Rob cupped the heavy mounds in his palms. “I can almost make her come just by touching them. She gets so hot that all I have to do is pump her once or twice and she’ll come.” He leaned forward and licked his wife’s jawline. “Isn’t that right, my sweet?”

  “Yes.” She leaned her head back, giving him access to her ear. He traced the sensitive whorls with his tongue before nipping at the lobe. The contrast in touch had her squirming again.

  “Shayla can also come again and again. I think our record is five times. Shall we go for more?”

  “Yes.” It was Adam who answered and Rob smiled at him.

  “I think you’re right.” He captured Shayla’s puckered nipples between this thumbs and forefingers, squeezing gently. She gasped with undisguised pleasure.

  Rob motioned to Adam. “Get those nipple clamps from the top of the dresser.”

  Adam walked across the room and picked up the two clips. “These?”

  He nodded. “Yes. You can put them on her. It pinches the nipple tight, drawing blood to the area. When we release them, she’ll experience a flood of pleasure.”

  Rob could see the interest in his friend’s eyes and knew Adam had never used anything like this on a woman before. He wanted him to have the experience. “Be gentle. We don’t want to hurt her.” Adam hesitated, but Rob continued to talk him through the process. “If done right, it will bring her nothing but pleasure. Shayla’s been through this before and enjoys it. Just look at her nipples, how tight and ready they are to be clamped. She wants it.”

  As he’d hoped, his friend’s eyes went straight to Shayla’s breasts, which were exquisite. They were full and firm without being too big. But best of all, they were very sensitive. Some women didn’t derive much pleasure from having their breasts touched. His wife wasn’t one of them.

  “Press the bottom of the clip, and the top opens,” he prompted.

  Adam followed his instructions and lowered his hand to Shayla’s left breast. Rob tweaked her nipple one final time before releasing it. He could feel his wife’s anticipation, the quivering of her limbs as she rested against him.

  “Gently,” he said as Adam guided the clamp to her nipple and slowly released it.

  Shayla bowed back, a low moan breaking from her lips.

  “Do the other one.”

  Adam was quicker this time. Surer. When the second clamp was in place, Rob walked around his wife to inspect her. The crystals hanging from the clamps glittered in the light. He reached out a finger and flicked them. Shayla cried out, her hips rocking in silent plea.

  “She is so fucking hot.” Adam’s words were low and guttural.

  “She certainly is.” He walked over to the dresser and picked up another clamp. “I have a clit clamp too.” He held up the clamp with pretty crystals hanging from it. They’d bought this set specifically for tonight to make it more festive.

  Rob walked over and motioned to Adam. “Hold her pussy lips open.”

  Adam didn’t even hesitate. He used his fingers to spread her labia wide. He was really getting into this. And so was Shayla. Her pupils were dilated as she watched the clamp dangling from his fingers.

  “Tell me you want this.”

  His wife opened her mouth and moaned. Rob shook his head. “You know the rules. If you want it you have to ask for it.”

  She licked her lips and swallowed hard. “I want it. Clamp my clit. I want it. Hard.”

  “That’s my girl.” Rob gave her sex a quick, light smack and quickly followed with the clamp. Shayla’s hips bucked as the pinchers closed over her distended clit.

  “Does it hurt?” Adam was watching her writhe, but it was obvious he didn’t know if it was from pain or not.

  “At first, but then it’s all about sensation, about pleasure.” Rob reached out to Adam and locked his hand around the back of his friend’s neck. He felt a slight hesitation as he pulled Adam’s head toward him. “There’s no going back,” he told him.

  That was nothing less than the truth. There was no going back. For any of them.

  Adam didn’t know who to watch—Rob or Shayla. He was torn between the two of them, wanting to experience everything. Like a miser, he wanted to store each sight, sound, smell, touch and taste to take out and replay again and again when he was alone in the future.

  It was a bit of a shock to discover his best friend was into the whole dominant/submissive thing. But, when he thought about it, it fit with Rob’s personality. He liked to be in control. Always had. That the need for control extended to the bedroom was actually quite natural. It was also kinda hot to have him take charge like that.

  Quiet, reserved Shayla surprised him. Not only was she willing to let Rob do whatever he wanted to her, she was willing to let him join them. Her generosity astounded him and he promised himself he wouldn’t do anything to make her regret her gift.

  Shayla made quite the picture with shiny crystals hanging from her nipples and clit and a red ribbon tied around her neck. He hoped they weren’t hurting her. They didn’t seem to be. He knew his friend well enough to know that Rob would never do anything that would hurt Shayla. The love and respect he had for her was evident in his every look, every touch. That allowed Adam to relax and enjoy this novel experience.

  This was his one and only shot to be with Rob. He wasn’t under any misconceptions this would happen again. Rob and Shayla were married, a couple. He was the outsider.

  Rob’s hand was heavy on the back of his neck. His friend was right. There was no going back so he might was well enjoy every second of tonight.

  He didn’t resist when Rob pulled him closer, wanting to see how he would handle this. As far as he knew this was a first for Rob. Adam didn’t close his eyes, wanting to see his friend’s blue eyes and thick lashes. Their lips met. It was so different from kissing a woman. Rob’s lips were firm. Another man might be hesitant, but not Rob. He thrust his tongue into Adam’s mouth.

  Adam groaned as he got his first taste of the person he’d loved most of his life. He tasted the scotch they’d drank earlier, a hint of Shayla’s cream, mixed with something darker and earthier—Rob.

  He’d kissed men before. Not many, but enough over the years to know this was something special. He’d never felt this connected to anyone before, male or female.

  He closed his eyes and savored the flow of Rob’s tongue over his. He felt each caress all the way to his toes. The stubble on Rob’s jaw rubbed against his face as they angled their heads to get a better fit.

  Then it was his turn to go on the offensive. Adam captured Rob’s face in his hands and held him while he plundered his mouth and sucked his tongue.

  They were closer now. Adam didn’t know which one of them had moved, and it didn’t matter. The important thing was they were touching. Chest to chest. Belly to belly. Adam could feel the heavy weight of Rob’s cock against his stomach and knew Rob could feel his in return.

  A low moan broke the silence and he pulled away from Rob. Shit, he’d forgotten all about Shayla. And from the dazed expression on his friend’s face, so had he.

  Then Rob smiled. It started as a slight tilting of one corner of his mouth and quickly spread. It was a smile of promise. Of expectation.

  “Hold that thought,” Rob told him. He went back to Shayla, took her face in his hands and kissed her. “Are you ready?”

  She nodded. “And, by the way,” she said, her voice low and sultry, “that was
hot as hell watching you two kiss.”

  Heat crept up Adam’s cheeks, but he laughed. “There’s more where that came from,” he promised.

  “Mmm, I hope so.”

  Rob went behind his wife and positioned his fingers on the ends of the nipple clamps. “You handle the clit clamp,” he told Adam. “On my count.”

  Adam knelt down to have a better view of what he was doing. And because Shayla had the sweetest pussy he’d ever seen. “I’m ready.”

  “Three, two, one.”

  Adam removed the clamp that was holding her clit. He glanced up and saw that Rob had done the same with the nipple ones.

  Shayla moaned and cried out, her body shaking from head to toe. The tips of her breasts were red and distended. Her clit was in much the same condition. Acting on instinct, Adam lapped his tongue over the hard, red nub of nerves. Shayla screamed and he pulled back, afraid he’d hurt her.

  “No.” She thrust her hips forward. “Don’t stop. So good.”

  “I’m going to fuck her from behind. One or two strokes and she’ll come.”

  Adam shifted so he could watch. Rob’s shaft was hard, the plum-shaped head glistening as he slowly sank into his wife’s body. He withdrew and pushed in again. Watching Rob’s cock pump in and out of Shayla’s cunt almost pushed him over the edge. If he didn’t do something soon, he’d come.

  Closing his eyes, Adam clamped his fingers around the base of his shaft and squeezed. His sac was snug against his body, his balls tight and hard and ready to explode.

  “Fuck,” he muttered. He didn’t want to come. Not yet.

  He opened his eyes and focused on Shayla. Leaning forward, he lapped at her clit and was immediately rewarded with her cry of pleasure. Her entire body was jerked upward as Rob fucked her from behind.

  Adam wanted to watch, but couldn’t. He didn’t want to come yet. Not without being inside one of them. Rob’s cock brushed against his chin on an in-stroke. Adam savored the sensation, wanting more than anything to be taking Rob’s shaft into his mouth. But this time was for Shayla.

  “She’s coming,” Rob warned.

  Adam curled his tongue around her clit, soothing it, stimulating it.

  Shayla screamed and he felt the change in her, knew she was lost in the erotic sensations pounding through her body as her orgasm overtook her.

  A short time later, Rob withdrew and leaned against the dresser. The entire length of his cock was slick with Shayla’s cream, but he hadn’t come. Adam was sure of that. Rob’s cock was hard and thick and he wanted to taste it.

  Adam gave her clit one final swipe with his tongue and sat back on his heels. She was spent. Her skin was glistening with perspiration. Her head was bent and she was breathing heavily.

  “Help me get her down from here,” Rob said.

  Adam stayed on his knees and unhooked the velvet cuffs from around her ankles. Rob did the same with her hands, catching his wife when her knees gave out. Scooping her into his arms, he carried her to their large king-sized bed. Adam couldn’t make himself look away as Rob removed the cuffs from her wrists and ankles.

  “Get me a damp cloth from the bathroom, will you?” Rob asked. “Make it warm.”

  Adam struggled to his feet and staggered to the bathroom door. Leaning his hands on the marble vanity top, he stared at himself in the mirror. His mouth was damp, his hair disheveled. The throbbing in his cock was worse than the throbbing in his thumb the time he’d accidentally pounded it with the hammer. What the hell was he doing?

  “Adam?”

  Rob’s voice got him moving again. Whatever it was he was doing, he wasn’t about to stop. Not now. Not yet.

  He wanted to suck Rob’s cock, feel it deep in his throat. He also wanted to feel Shayla’s cunt closing around his dick as he fucked her. Shit, he was a mess.

  Dragging his fingers through his hair, he took a deep breath and let it go. He took one of the two facecloths hanging from a brushed-nickel rod and ran it under the tap until the water was warm. When it was totally wet, he squeezed out the excess water. At the last second, he grabbed one of the small towels too. Just in case.

  Squaring his shoulders, he walked back into the bedroom ready to take whatever his friends were willing to offer him.

  Chapter Three

  Shayla was propped comfortably on the bed when Adam entered the room. The red ribbon was still wrapped in a bow around her neck. Her thick dark braid was draped over one shoulder. She smiled at him and held out her hand.

  A weight he hadn’t even realized was pushing down on him lifted. He’d been half afraid she might be done for the night and ready for him to leave. He held up the cloth like a peace offering.

  “Why don’t you help Shayla get cleaned up?”

  His gaze darted to Rob and back to Shayla. She nodded and he sat on the edge of the bed and started at her brow. She closed her eyes as he ran the cloth over her face and down her neck. “That feels good,” she murmured. He continued to stroke her skin, letting his fingers skim it along with the cloth. It was soft and smooth. He wanted to lick it.

  His erection continued to throb, but Adam ignored it, focusing all his attention on Shayla as he stroked the cloth down her arms and over her torso. Her breath caught in her throat when the material grazed her nipples.

  Adam could barely take his eyes off her. She truly was beautiful. He was happy she and Rob had found one another. He glanced at his friend and found him propped up against the headboard, hands resting on his belly, just above his swollen cock.

  He wanted to taste that cock. Had wanted to for years.

  As if he knew what Adam was thinking, Rob smiled. “Finish it.”

  Adam brought his attention back to Shayla and carefully plied the cloth between her legs, wiping away the evidence of her earlier orgasms. She canted her hips toward him and murmured her thanks.

  He tossed the cloth aside and wondered what would happen now. He was adrift here, never having been in this kind of situation before. Whether he’d been with a male or a female, it had always been a one-on-one encounter. This was very different. The two of them were here, now, and the feelings he had for them both were real and deep.

  Adam swallowed back his misgivings and embraced the night. This was a gift, one he wasn’t stupid enough to refuse. Even if he wanted to, it was too late. They’d gone too far to turn back now.

  The bed dipped and the sheets rustled. A small hand touched his chest. He looked deep into Shayla’s eyes and found only acceptance. “Why don’t you sit next to Rob?”

  Considering the gift she’d already given him, he was ready to do whatever she asked him. It was never hard to give in to a beautiful, naked woman’s demands. And sitting next to a naked and aroused Rob wasn’t exactly a hardship.

  She shifted out of the way, making room for him at the head of the bed. Adam levered himself up until his back hit the headboard. He took a moment to prop one of the pillows behind him.

  Shayla faced them both, kneeling between them. She came up on her hands and knees and began moving toward him. A muscle below Adam’s left eye began to twitch and his hands clenched at his sides. Anticipation thrummed through him.

  Leaning forward, she brought her lips to his. Soft and supple, they brushed over his. She tasted sweet, her touches more tentative than Rob’s had been. The contrast between the two set his heart pounding. He wanted them both.

  As if she could hear the chaotic thoughts pinging around in his brain, she pulled back and smiled at him. “Don’t think so much, Adam. Just enjoy.”

  Easy for her to say. Tomorrow morning she and Rob would still have one another while he would be alone again. For a moment, he almost resented their happiness. But then his heart kicked in and he knew how lucky he was. They were giving him his dream—a chance to finally be with Rob and to be with Shayla. How could he be anything but grateful?

  Still there was a niggling in the back of his brain that warned him this could only end up with him getting hurt. So be it. Adam was willing to take
the pain if it meant he finally got his heart’s desire.

  Shayla’s mouth drifted away from his and across his jaw. She nibbled and licked her way down his neck and across his collarbone. His dick flexed as if waving at her to get her attention.

  Her breasts swayed with every move she made. She worked her way down his chest, flicking his nipples with her clever tongue. She used her sharp white teeth to nip at his hip.

  Please. Please. Please. His chant was a silent one, but she was getting so close to his cock without touching it. He was going to go crazy if she didn’t touch him. Knowing that Rob was watching was an added turn-on. He was reluctant to look at his friend. Afraid if he did so, he’d lose what tenuous control he had and spill his seed onto his belly.

  He felt the mattress shift beside him. A heavy male hand rested on his chest. Adam swiveled his head. The second he turned, Rob lowered his head and kissed him.

  Hot, masculine lips took his in a searing kiss. Nothing delicate about this embrace. No hesitation. Rob might not have been with another male before but he obviously knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it.

  Teeth clinked, tongues tangled. Adam raked his fingers through Rob’s hair, grasped a silky hank and held on. No way was he letting Rob go. Not yet. Not until he’d tasted his fill. He felt Rob’s lips move under his and realized his friend was smiling.

  Adam eased back, not quite so rough now. He was desperate but didn’t want to come across that way. Not that Rob couldn’t tell. They knew one another too damn well.

  He pulled back even farther, wanting to say something to his friend. Before he could get his mouth to work, a small hand grasped his dick and a silky tongue circled the head. Shayla.

  Adam groaned and arched his hips toward her mouth. He looked down and groaned again when he saw what a lovely picture she made. Naked, she knelt by his knees, one hand around the base of his erection while her tongue traced the sensitive ridge beneath the crown.

  Her braid was draped across his knees and one of her breasts was pressed against his side.