The Gift of Shayla

by N. J. Walters

  While Rob held her breasts, Adam licked and sucked on her nipples until she was mindless with pleasure. Her hips rocked against his abs, her clit brushing against hard male flesh with each stroke.

  Her husband released her breasts and placed one hand on her stomach, holding her secure. She knew the second he touched Adam’s cock. Adam jerked so hard he almost sent them both tumbling. He fell back against the pillows. His head was thrown back and his lips were open on a soundless moan of pleasure.

  Shayla spread her hands over Adam’s chest, stroking the broad expanse. Supple muscles rippled beneath her touch. It was her turn now. She climbed off him, leaned down and teased his flat nipple with her tongue, circling it over and over.

  A heavy hand cupped the back of her head. “Harder. More.” She could barely understand Adam, his voice was so low and gruff. His arousal was feeding hers. Rob was working Adam’s cock with his hand. They were both focused on bringing him pleasure.

  Following his instructions, she captured one of Adam’s nipples and sucked on it. Adam groaned, his fingers opening and closing reflexively, tightening in her hair.

  “Enough.” Rob pulled her away from Adam. He dragged her into his arms and kissed her, practically eating her alive. She returned his ardent caress, needing to anchor herself in his love. They were both breathless when he pulled away. “It’s time.”

  He was waiting for her approval. He wouldn’t move forward without her say-so. Shayla peered deep into her husband’s face and even farther into his heart. He needed this. They all did. She looked at Adam. He was lying there. Patient. But there was pain in his eyes and she knew he expected to get sent away at any moment.

  Shayla returned her eyes to her husband and nodded. This was something they all needed, something that would bind them together forever.

  Rob closed his eyes and gave thanks for his loving, generous wife. She knew what he wanted, what he needed and was willing to do whatever it took for him to have it.

  He opened his eyes, leaned down and gave her another smoldering kiss, willing her to understand just how much this meant to him. She curled her arm around his neck, holding him so close her breasts were mashed against his chest. Damn, she aroused him with nothing more than a look or a touch. Naked in his arms, she set him on fire.

  Finally, he forced himself to pull away. The dazed look in her eyes made him smile. He affected her as much as she did him. He liked the fact that the depth of their attraction to one another was the same.

  He turned and faced Adam. “Time to finish unwrapping your gift.” He motioned to the ribbon that was still wrapped around Shayla’s slender throat.

  Adam pushed himself up into a seated position and reached for the longer edge of the ribbon. He tugged gently. When the bow released, he undid the knot and unwound the red velvet.

  “Now, my love, offer him your hands.” Shayla immediately complied. Placing her palms together she thrust her hands toward Adam.

  Adam glanced at the ribbon and then her hands. Without even glancing at Rob, he wound the ribbon around her wrists, between her palms and around again, tying it off.

  “That’s good, Adam,” he praised. “Now lie down, Shayla, and raise your hands over your head.

  Rob watched his wife stretch out on the bed and raise her arms. Her breasts were thrust upward, inviting him to taste. His cock jerked in anticipation of what was to come.

  And he wasn’t the only one who was aroused. Adam’s dick was as hard as a spike. Soon it would be plunging in and out of Shayla’s hot cunt. While Adam was fucking Shayla, he planned on fucking Adam.

  He wanted to know what it was like to take Adam, to dominate him sexually. To be joined together as one. He needed that. Needed to reassert his sense of control.

  His balls clenched with growing need. He reached down, caught his dick in his hands and pumped hard. Soon, he promised himself.

  Adam wound the ends of the ribbon around the slats of the headboard, securing Shayla’s hands above her head. “Comfortable?”

  “No,” she moaned. “I ache inside. Make it stop.”

  He’d stilled when she first said the word “no,” ready to release her. But he quickly realized that wasn’t what she wanted or needed. He tied off the ribbon and captured her jaw in his hand. Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss on her nose and then her lips. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream with pleasure,” he promised.

  She was giving him the gift of a lifetime, a chance to be with Rob, with her. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her at this moment. His heart swelled and the love he’d always felt for Rob expanded to include Shayla. She was one special lady.

  Her breathing grew thready and she closed her eyes and nodded. Rob was on Shayla’s other side. Adam shot him a glance and couldn’t look away. Rob’s hand was fisted around his cock and he was lazily pumping it up and down. Pre-come seeped from the slit.

  Acting on instinct, Adam leaned across Shayla’s body and licked the head of Rob’s cock. Rob thrust it toward him and Adam opened his mouth, allowing the thick shaft to fill his mouth. It was amazing how natural it felt to treat Rob like a longtime lover.

  Adam’s cock brushed against Shayla’s belly as he worked Rob’s erection with his tongue and teeth. The friction of her soft skin against his penis threatened to undo him.

  He wanted more this time.

  He released Rob’s dick and sat back on his heels. Both of them were panting hard. Rob’s chest was gleaming in the light. Adam wanted to lick his salty skin. Wanted to feel Rob’s hands on his body. But more than that he wanted to feel Rob inside him.

  “Condoms are in the bedside drawer.” Rob inclined his head before leaning down to nibble at his wife’s breasts.

  Adam didn’t waste any time. He ripped open the drawer and pulled out the box of condoms. He tore it open and drew out two, tossing the rest of the box on top of the nightstand.

  The cellophane crinkled when he opened the first packet. He pulled out the rubber, but before he could put it on, Rob reached over and took it. “Let me.”

  The veins in Adam’s cock were pulsing hard, keeping time to the rapid pounding of his heart. Rob slipped the condom over the flared head of his shaft and began to slowly roll it down his length. It was torture. It was heaven. Rob’s fingers were featherlight as he fitted the condom in place.

  Adam’s chest was working like a bellows by the time Rob was done. And when Rob grazed his balls, Adam almost shot off the bed.

  “Your turn.”

  At first, he didn’t understand what Rob wanted. His skin felt as though it had been scraped raw, exposing every nerve ending. Every sensation seemed magnified. The cooling air in the room, the brush of the sheets beneath his shins, and Shayla’s breathy moans. But mostly he was aware of Rob—his lean, muscled body, his vivid blue eyes, his generous mouth.

  “Adam, I’m waiting.”

  This time the words made sense. Adam opened the second packet he was holding, removed the rubber and went to work quickly. He couldn’t tease his friend, his soon-to-be lover. He wanted him too much.

  As if sensing Adam was at the end of his rope, Rob brushed his hand over Adam’s hair. It was such a gentle, caring touch that it almost undid him. He took a deep breath and waited to see what Rob wanted him to do.

  “Kneel between Shayla’s legs.”

  Adam knew then how it was going to be. His dream of fucking Rob wasn’t going to happen. Not tonight. And he was okay with that. It was a huge step for Rob to be doing any of this. For Rob to be comfortable, he would have to be in control. Adam wasn’t disappointed. Not in the least. He wanted to feel Shayla’s hot pussy close around his dick, milking it hard while Rob rode him from behind.

  He lifted Shayla’s thighs, draping them over his own. He slipped his fingers over her damp folds, testing her readiness. She was slippery and wet.

  Adam brought his fingers back to his mouth and licked them. “Ready?” he asked her.

  She arched her hips. “Do you really have to ask?
”

  He laughed and slid into her waiting warmth in one long stroke. She moaned, her inner muscles contracting and relaxing as she struggled to accept his large cock.

  Adam stilled, not moving until he felt her relaxing. Then he began to rock slowly, working his dick farther and deeper until she was taking all of him.

  “You feel so damn good,” he said. There was no way she could know how much her acceptance meant to him.

  Rob’s hand rested on his shoulder. “Watching your cock slide in and out of her cunt is making me hot.” He kissed Adam’s nape and then followed up with a sharp nip. Adam jerked, driving himself harder into Shayla. She moaned, her pussy clutching around him.

  “I need to make sure you can take me,” Rob continued. “I’ve never done this before but I did some research. It’s amazing what you can find online.” His friend moved away and then Adam felt something cool and wet probing at this ass. “Just some lubrication to help.”

  Rob’s index finger slid past the tight muscles of Adam’s butt, stretching him. He’d had male lovers before, so this was nothing new to him. But this was Rob. The person he’d loved forever.

  Everything was different because of that.

  “I’m going to add a second finger now,” Rob warned before he did just that.

  Adam groaned and pressed back, feeling Rob’s fingers filling him. Rob was being careful. Tentative. Shit, it felt good. But it wasn’t near enough. Nothing would appease him but Rob’s cock.

  “Now,” he gritted out. “No more waiting.” He knew how much he could take even if Rob didn’t. Adam felt as though he’d been waiting half his life for this moment. He wasn’t thinking about tomorrow or the possible implications of this act. All that mattered was getting Rob to make love to him.

  Rob withdrew his fingers. The mattress shifted behind Adam and he knew his friend was getting into position. Heavy male hands parted his ass cheeks and then he felt the probe of a thick cock head at his opening.

  Adam forced himself to relax but it wasn’t easy. Not with Shayla’s pussy rhythmically squeezing his shaft. Needing a distraction, Adam leaned forward and kissed her. She opened for him, kissing him back.

  Leaning forward made it easier for Rob to press farther inward. The lube was slick and cool, but Rob’s cock was hard and hot as he forged his way deeper and deeper.

  “Shit, your ass is tight.” Rob’s hands squeezed Adam’s flanks. “Feels so fucking good.”

  Adam felt as though he was floating. Shayla was beneath him, kissing him, letting him love her. Rob was behind him. He felt surrounded by their caring. Their love.

  This was more than simply fucking. He knew it and so did they.

  “Together now.” Rob leaned slightly forward. “Let’s take it slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  It was more like rocking than thrusting. Rob allowed Adam to set the pace. He pushed forward, than pulled back. Only a few inches of his cock moved in and out of Shayla. That small motion allowed Rob’s shaft to glide in and out of his ass.

  The sounds of moans mixed with whimpers of pleasure. Minutes spun out. None of them wanted this to end. But it couldn’t last.

  Adam reached between Shayla’s thighs and stroked her clit. She screamed, her pussy clamping around his dick. The spasms of her orgasm triggered his, and his semen filled the tip of the condom as he came.

  The rhythmic clenching set Rob off. Grabbing Adam’s hips, he gave several short, hard pumps and then groaned. Rob jerked against his back. Adam could feel the pulses of Rob’s cock. It was all he could do to keep from collapsing on top of Shayla.

  He was breathing so hard he was surprised his lungs didn’t burst. Sweat coated his body. He was exhausted—mind, body and spirit.

  He groaned when Rob removed his softening erection. He didn’t want him to leave. Knowing there was nothing else he could do, he pulled away from Shayla, trying to be as gentle as possible. Rob had already removed his condom and was untying Shayla’s hands.

  Adam grabbed a fistful of tissues from a box on the bedside table. He carefully removed his condom, rolled the entire mess in the tissues and set it aside to dispose of later.

  Rob was rubbing Shayla’s wrists and arms. Her eyes were closed, but there was a tiny smile playing around the corners of her mouth. She was totally tousled. Strands of her dark hair had escaped her braid and were curling around her forehead and throat.

  He knew he should leave. His time was up. It was time for him to go home. Alone.

  Rob glanced over at that moment and motioned to him. “Why don’t you lie here with Shayla while I get cleaned up?”

  Unable to refuse his friend, Adam stretched out next to Shayla. She shivered. The room was growing chilly and her skin was covered in perspiration. They all needed to get cleaned up. In the meantime, he reached down and yanked the covers over them, pulling her into his arms to warm her.

  She snuggled against his chest. It was so nice to just lie here. Sex permeated the air but beneath it Adam could smell Rob’s cologne and Shayla’s lotion. The mixture of sandalwood and vanilla was one he was very familiar with. Underlying both those scents was cedar. His own soap. He inhaled and relaxed, soaking in the sense of belonging. Even if it wasn’t real and wasn’t for forever.

  Water ran in the background and Adam dozed as he imagined Rob getting cleaned up. He was more than half asleep when he heard the light being clicked off. The mattress shifted seconds later.

  He really needed to leave.

  Before he could make a move, Rob threw his arm across Shayla and onto Adam’s chest. The warm weight rested there. “Sleep,” Rob ordered.

  He told himself he’d stay for a few more minutes. Soak up a little more of the attention and caring. Before he could finish his thought, Adam was asleep.

  Rob lay in bed long after his best friend and his wife were asleep. Shayla was curled up tight next to him with Adam on her other side. The king-sized bed managed to hold them all comfortably.

  He’d never been one for sharing and had never imagined he’d share his wife, his Shayla, with another man. But Adam was different. A part of him.

  He threw his arm over his eyes and sighed. So much to think about and not much time to sort it out. Dawn would soon be here, and the morning would shine a light on their actions from the night before. Would they still be friends? Could they be more?

  It had felt strange to have sex with a guy. Adam was big and muscled, not soft and sleek like Shayla. Having that much power under his control was a heady experience. Adam’s ass had closed around his dick like a vise. His cock stirred and he shook his head. Damn thing shouldn’t be able to get up for at least a day.

  He sighed again and turned, wrapping his arm around his wife. The back of his hand grazed Adam’s side. The moonlight coming through the window was more than enough to allow him to see his best friend. His shaggy blond hair rested on the pillow next to Shayla’s much darker locks. His ridiculously thick eyelashes rested against his cheekbones. His face appeared relaxed. His lips were parted and his breathing was deep and even. Adam looked content.

  Rob hadn’t seen him look that way in a long time.

  Closing his eyes, Rob willed himself to stop thinking and drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Five

  A dim light was shining in the window when Adam woke. He frowned. He didn’t get the morning light in his bedroom. He blinked and the room came into focus. Memories of the night before came flooding back. He’d really spent the night with Rob and Shayla.

  The bed was empty beside him, the sheets cold to the touch. He’d planned to be up and gone while they still slept. Cowardly maybe. But he preferred to think of it as self-preservation. He didn’t want to face them this morning. How would they react to him now? Things had changed between all of them.

  He must have been really out of it not to hear them get out of bed. Last night had been emotionally and physically draining. He shouldn’t be surprised he’d slept hard.

  And lying here wasn’t going to mak
e any of his problems go away. Shoving back the covers, Adam rolled out of bed. His feet hit the floor and he raked his hand through his hair. He needed a shower first. Desperately.

  He headed to the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind him. The face in the mirror mocked him. God, he was a wreck. His hair was matted and tangled. There were tiny scratches on his shoulders, probably from Shayla’s nails. He couldn’t quite remember when it had happened. His eyes were bloodshot. He had no idea what time it had been when he’d finally fallen asleep.

  He turned away from his reflection and walked into the shower. The stall was large and the water hot. Adam pressed his hands against the stone-tiled walls and leaned forward, letting the water cascade over him.

  Grabbing the soap from the built-in dish, he began to wash. He closed his eyes and inhaled as the scent of Rob’s soap surrounded him. His dick immediately responded.

  Adam swore and quickly scrubbed himself from head to toe before rinsing off. Giving the taps a vicious twist, he halted the flow of water. Steam and silence engulfed him.

  He stepped out of the stall and grabbed one of the fluffy beige towels from a stack on the shelf. He rubbed it over his head and body before securing it around his waist.

  When he opened the door to the bedroom he was pleased to see it was still empty. They must be downstairs. It was then it hit him. This was Christmas morning. They were probably waiting for him to leave so they could start opening their presents and celebrating.

  He found his clothing folded on the chair in the corner of the room, his boots on the floor beside it. It didn’t take him long to pull everything on. When he was dressed there was nothing left for him to do but leave.

  The red velvet ribbon was lying across the nightstand. Adam fingered it lightly. Knowing he was being sentimental and foolish, he rolled up the ribbon and stuffed it in his pocket. He’d keep it as a memento of the best night of his life.