Wild Side

by Carr, Mari

  Finn had told her the first night they were together, he and Miguel would call the shots. Not that it had stopped her from making countless suggestions over the past week.

  Miguel was still looking at the lube. “I think maybe we should hear what Layla had in mind for the lube.”

  She giggled as Finn shot Miguel a look that said he’d pay for that later.

  Finn shook his head. “No. Layla is obviously concerned about having to take care of her own needs after tonight. I think we owe it to her to make sure she’s got a good handle on her masturbation skills.”

  Her cheeks heated, though she wasn’t embarrassed. She loved the idea of using the vibrator on herself in front of them.

  Finn gestured to the vibrator in her hand. “Show us your technique.”

  She wanted to put on a good show for them, wanted to make sure they were just as turned on by this as she intended to be. She turned the vibrator on low, placing the tip of it against one of her nipples. She’d never realized how much of an erogenous zone her nipples really were until Finn and Miguel. They were connoisseurs when it came to breast play.

  Miguel leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, watching her intently.

  Finn, however, remained relaxed, poised, though she knew he was just as enthralled, just as in tune with what she was doing.

  After teasing both nipples with the vibrator, drawing them out until they were large and hard and erect, she cupped one breast. She was well-endowed enough that she could draw her own nipple into her mouth, a trick she hadn’t shown the guys yet.

  “Fuck,” Miguel whispered as she sucked on her own tight nipple.

  Finn’s eyes narrowed with desire and he moved forward. She thought he was going to stand up and come to her, but at the last minute, he seemed to recall their purpose, and he leaned back once again.

  “You’ve been holding out on us,” he murmured darkly.

  She grinned, releasing the nipple with a loud pop before drawing the vibrator over her breasts again, then lowering it over her stomach.

  “Place your legs over the arms of the chair,” Finn demanded.

  She shot him an annoyed look. “Is this my show or yours?”

  He didn’t move, but there was something very alpha, very intimidating in his pose, when he said, “Now, Layla.”

  It was the first time he’d ever used her real name, eschewing her childhood nickname. Electricity shimmered over the surface of her skin, and she lifted her legs over the armrests, exposing herself fully to them.

  “Tease your clit the same way you just did your nipples. Touch it with just the tip of the vibrator. On low.”

  Finn had assumed command, but Layla didn’t bother to try to reclaim it. She wanted this, wanted him to exert his power over her. She loved it.

  She touched her clit, her hips jerking at the stimulus. Her eyes closed in bliss.

  “Open your eyes,” Miguel said. “Don’t take them off us.”

  As he spoke, he stood and shoved his pants off. Both men had changed out of their work clothes as soon as they got home, opting to spend the evening shirtless, wearing nothing but comfortable lounge pants. His cock was thick and hard. He wrapped his hand around it and stroked it a few times before sitting back down.

  She licked her lips and considered calling the game off. She didn’t think they’d put up much of a fuss if she slipped off the chair and crawled across the floor to kneel in front of them. What guy turned down a blowjob?

  She was just about to make her move when Finn stopped her.

  “Pay attention to what you’re doing.”

  She’d gotten so distracted, she’d forgotten about her toy, the thing still vibrating on low in her lap. She lifted it again and placed it to her clit.

  “God,” she breathed. It felt so good, and she was so ready to be finished with this. She wanted Finn and Miguel, wanted the three of them to move this game to the bed, so they could bury themselves deep inside her.

  She moved the vibrator to her opening and started to slide it in.

  “I was afraid of that,” Finn said, capturing her attention. “Too impatient. You’re as bad as Miguel.”

  Miguel grinned unabashedly as he tightened his grip on his cock. “Just because you’re a sadist, don’t expect me to deny myself the pleasures of the flesh.”

  Finn reached over and closed his hand over Miguel’s, halting his friend’s stroking.

  “Finn,” Miguel said warningly, when it was clear Finn didn’t intend to move his hand.

  “You’re going to get off tonight. But not by jacking off. Understand?”

  Miguel blew out a long, slow breath, then released his grip on his cock. Finn smiled, then turned his attention back to her. Once again, she’d been so distracted by the interchange between Finn and Miguel, she’d forgotten the vibrator. It was only a few inches inside her, the low setting barely registering.

  Finn shook his head and rose, walking over to her. “What am I going to do with the two of you?” There was something so affectionate, so…sweet about the way he asked the question, that her breath hitched and her heart panged.

  “Fuck us?” she asked, unable to hold back her laughter. She was depressed as hell about ending this affair, but damn if she wasn’t unbelievably happy at the moment. It felt like she could burst from the sheer joy inside her.

  Finn broke, his stern alpha male persona vanishing as he laughed loudly. “Yeah. I think that’s exactly what I’m going to have to do.”

  He perched himself on the side of the coffee table and took the vibrator from her hands. “Scoot your ass closer to the edge of the chair. You’re not hot enough yet.”

  “You’re kidding, right?”

  Finn sobered quickly, raising one imperious eyebrow, not bothering to repeat himself.

  She scooted. The second she was in position, Finn pushed her knees farther apart.

  “Miguel,” Finn said. “Come stand behind our girl. Play with those pretty tits of hers.”

  Miguel was behind her in a moment, his large hands cupping her firmly, pinching her nipples the way they both knew she loved.

  “I want you to remember this the next time you pull out your vibrator. I want you to close your eyes and see this moment. Feel Miguel’s hands on your breasts, his hot breath on your cheek, his lips on your neck.” As he spoke, Miguel did everything Finn said. “I want you to hear my voice, and I want you to imagine that this toy is me, thrusting inside you. Taking you deep and hard.” Finn’s actions also mimicked his words as he pushed the vibrator in all the way to the hilt, his knuckles bumping against her clit until she saw stars. Her pussy clenched greedily when he turned the toy up to high.

  “Oh my God,” she cried out. Finn said he wanted her hot, but he’d missed the mark by a mile. This wasn’t merely hot, it was an inferno, a nuclear reaction. “I, God…I’m going to…”

  The toy disappeared. At the worst fucking time.

  Layla’s eyes flew open, her orgasm-deprived brain trying to focus on what she was seeing. Finn had risen from the coffee table and he’d taken her salvation with him.

  She trembled, her hands flying toward her clit. One touch. All she needed was one—

  Miguel grasped her wrists firmly, holding her back.

  “No!” she yelled.

  Finn’s voice was somewhere behind her, not as close as she wanted. “Bring her to the bedroom. And don’t forget the lube.”

  Miguel helped her up, giving her a cocky grin when she stumbled on unsteady legs.

  “Asshole,” she murmured, though there was no heat behind the insult. They loved bringing her to this point, dragging her right to the edge of her climax, then retreating. She’d be more pissed off if she hadn’t learned in the past seven days that Finn and Miguel always—always—made the wait worth it.

  Miguel wrapped one arm around her waist, then bent to retrieve the lube. He kissed her on the cheek affectionately. “I love you too,” he teased.

  Layla knew he meant the words playfully, but they str
uck her more effectively than Cupid’s arrow.

  Love.

  She loved him. Loved both of them.

  What the hell was she supposed to do now?

  Chapter Fourteen

  Miguel held Layla tight as they walked down the hallway to the bedroom. He hoped she’d been too out of her mind to register his profession of love.

  Not that the feelings weren’t there. Fuck. He was head over heels in love with Layla.

  But he hadn’t intended to say that out loud. Especially considering that was the last thing she wanted from them.

  Casual sex.

  No strings attached.

  He was seriously starting to hate those concepts.

  When they entered his bedroom, Miguel stopped for a second to suck in some much-needed air. Finn had stripped off his pants and was waiting for them beside the bed. He’d pulled down the covers and positioned a couple of pillows in the middle of the mattress.

  He loved the way Finn took control in the bedroom.

  Fuck. There was that word again.

  Love.

  He took another steadying breath and decided to hell with it. He’d spent the better part of this year in love with his best friend, and there weren’t too many people left who didn’t know it. The problem was…he hadn’t meant to fall so hard for Layla too.

  “Come here, LJ.” Finn crooked a finger at their girl and she went quickly. Too quickly.

  He and Finn chuckled at her enthusiasm. She hadn’t lied about her desire to experience it all in the bedroom. Hell, there were times when it felt like he and Finn were struggling to keep up with her, and they’d both put a few thousand miles on their mattresses in the past.

  Finn took her hand, gently pushing her toward the bed. “Lay on your stomach and prop those pillows under your waist. I want your ass in the air.”

  Layla did exactly as he asked, and Miguel took a minute to admire her gorgeous ass. She was—hands down—the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He approached the bed and ran his hand over her soft skin, provoking a shiver.

  He flashed a grin at Finn, but his best friend didn’t return it. Instead, he was looking at Miguel with something that couldn’t be called anything but desire.

  Miguel fought to hold Finn’s gaze, tried to stave off the light-headedness. It would be easier if every drop of blood in his body wasn’t currently residing in his cock. He’d never been this hard, this ready.

  “Get on the bed,” Finn said, his voice gravelly with need. “Kneel behind LJ. You’re going to fuck our girl while I fuck you.”

  “Holy shit,” Layla breathed softly from the bed, her ass wiggling as if she couldn’t contain her arousal.

  Miguel held his breath for just a moment, waiting for Finn to reconsider, but there wasn’t a drop of hesitance on his friend’s face.

  “You want me,” Miguel said, no question to his words.

  Finn gave him his standard easygoing, roguish smile, the one that told Miguel his friend was down for anything and everything.

  All in.

  “More than I can say, Miguel.”

  Miguel climbed onto the bed and shifted until he was kneeling between Layla’s legs. He gripped his cock and ran the tip of it through her slit. She was wet and hot and too ready to go. She tried to move closer to him, tried to draw him inside, but he gripped her hips and held her still.

  “Not yet, Brown Eyes,” Miguel murmured, bending over her back so he could kiss her cheek, her ear, her hair. Then he glanced over his shoulder at Finn. “Want instructions?”

  Finn laughed and shook his head. “No, you asshole. I think I can figure it out.”

  They all laughed. God. It was always so much fun with them. They got each other. On every level. Miguel hadn’t had a best friend growing up, hadn’t even had a group of friends. It had been simpler and safer to fly alone, to get through high school without succumbing to the lure of the gangs, and then get the fuck out of the Bronx.

  Finn and Landon and the Collins family had been the first people to accept him for who he was, to include him in their ranks. And with Layla and Finn, Miguel felt safe to lower all the walls, to truly be himself. It was the most incredible feeling in the world.

  Miguel was pulled back to the present when the mattress shifted and he felt the first few drops of lube hit his ass.

  “Fuck,” he whispered reverently. The chilliness lasted only a few seconds before Finn heated it up, pressing one finger all the way into his ass.

  Miguel remained still over Layla as Finn worked a second finger in, stretching him. He’d spent a week looking at his best friend’s dick. Finn was larger than his past lovers, not that Miguel had a problem with that. At all. Shit, he’d be lucky to hold off his climax through the first thrust. He was too fucking ready for this.

  Layla lifted her ass, wiggling it against his cock. Miguel grinned. She was fighting some serious arousal of her own.

  “Take it easy, baby,” he soothed. “Soon.” His last word ended with a groan when Finn withdrew briefly, returning with three fingers. “Shit. Yeah.” He was stretched to the point of discomfort, but there was no way he was calling a halt.

  Finn added more lube, slowed down, took his time. Miguel struggled to believe this was his friend’s first time with a man. He knew everything to do.

  “So good, Finn,” Miguel murmured.

  “It doesn’t hurt?” It was the first time he’d heard the slightest bit of uncertainty from Finn.

  Miguel looked over his shoulder. “Yeah. A little. But it’s a good hurt. I’ll show you one night.”

  Finn grinned. “We’re going to have to work up to that, I’m afraid.”

  Miguel winked at his best friend—and now his lover. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”

  Finn nodded, then pressed all three fingers in to the hilt.

  “Jesus.” Miguel bent his head, his forehead pressed to Layla’s back.

  “I wish I could see what he’s doing to you,” she whispered to Miguel.

  “Next time,” he said, praying Layla wouldn’t hold them to the time limit, wouldn’t insist on ending things come morning. He didn’t want this to end. Ever.

  She didn’t reply. Instead, she wiggled her ass against his cock once more, and Miguel fought every instinct that had him desperate to take exactly what she was offering. He wanted to push into that tight pussy of hers and fuck them both to oblivion.

  But he wanted Finn with them.

  “Finn,” he said.

  Finn must have heard the hunger, the need. He pulled his fingers out, and Miguel glanced over his shoulder, watching as Finn put on a condom and lubed it up. Then he reached around Miguel’s waist and slowly, torturously, rolled a condom onto his dick.

  “Fuck. Me,” Miguel breathed. This wasn’t going to last five seconds. “You’re killing me, bro.”

  “Don’t come too fast, Miguel,” Finn warned with a joking tone. “Or I’ll give you shit for it for the rest of our lives.”

  Miguel started to laugh, even though he knew Finn was a man of his word. The two of them were masters of trash talking and Finn’s threat did the trick, presented Miguel with a challenge he refused to lose.

  Miguel lifted Layla’s hips slightly and lined his cock up with her opening. She shuddered as he pressed inside.

  “Finally,” she said, her pussy clenching too tightly against him.

  She wasn’t going to make this easy on him.

  “Layla. If you have an ounce of compassion inside you, you’ll fight against that orgasm for a little while. Let it build slow. If you come, there’s no way I—”

  That was all Miguel managed to say before he felt the head of Finn’s dick stretching his ass.

  “Goddammit,” Miguel said through gritted teeth.

  “Fuck, man.” Finn was only a few inches inside, but he stopped for a second. “This is…Jesus…” He pressed in another inch. And then another. Both of them groaning with desire, need and, in Miguel’s case, just the slightest bit of pain.


  “All of it, Finn. Give me all of it.”

  Finn didn’t hesitate, didn’t resist the invitation. He thrust in deeply, filling Miguel’s ass. Then he withdrew and slid all the way back in. Finn set an easy pace at first, careful as he stretched his anus. On each inward thrust, Miguel’s cock shifted deeper inside Layla, who picked up the rhythm quickly. She was there each time, pressing back against him, adding her own pressure, her own delicious torture.

  Miguel lost track of time, of place, of everything. All he knew was what he felt, and all he felt was bliss, heaven. His heart raced and he wondered if his lovers could hear it pounding. Blood rushed through his ears, deafening him. He’d wanted Finn inside him for so long—a lifetime, it seemed. But he’d never let himself truly believe they’d get here.

  Now, they were and Miguel knew he’d never recover from this. He was irrevocably changed—a man living his dream, who’d found his place in the world.

  Right here.

  With Finn.

  With Layla.

  “Harder,” he managed to say after a few minutes.

  Finn had apparently been waiting for him to wave that red flag. His friend tightened his grip on his hips and slammed deep, driving Miguel into Layla, who cried out.

  “Oh God, Miguel,” she said. “I can’t…I’m sorry…I—”

  Layla came. Hard. So fucking hard.

  Miguel didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of resisting his own climax. His balls tightened, then exploded, filling the condom as lightning strike after lightning strike flashed through him. He yelled out Layla’s name, then Finn’s, over and over.

  Finn was only half a minute behind him, coming loudly as well, his thrusts growing less controlled, more haphazard as he came roughly.

  Miguel locked his elbows, fighting to hold himself up so he didn’t crush Layla with his weight. Finn shifted, both of them groaning as he withdrew from Miguel’s ass.

  Finn left the bed and Miguel listened as his friend walked to the bathroom. He heard water running. He wished he could find the strength to do the same.

  Layla pulled the pillows from beneath her and flipped over, even as Miguel caged her between this arms. She smiled up at him, lifting her hands to his shoulders. He lowered himself to her, pressing his chest to her breasts so that he could kiss her.