by Cassie Cole
“Meanwhile, all of us are essentially bait.” Derek slashed the air with a hand. “Fuck that. If I leave, none of you are in danger.”
“No, fuck that,” Trace cut in. His face was red, either from the whiskey or from anger. “We’re a team. Not just the four of us, but everyone here at Redding Base. We live together, we jump into danger together. If you try to quit again, then I’m quitting too.”
“Me three,” Foxy said.
“Me four,” I added. “We’re not letting you quit by yourself, Derek.”
Derek’s face went through a range of emotions. Frustration, and anger. Pleading, and despair. Then finally warmth and acceptance.
“You guys don’t have to do that,” he said quietly.
“Nobody has to do anything,” I said, patting his knee. “But we stick together because we’re a team, like Trace said.”
Foxy put his hand on top of mine, and then Trace did the same. Finally Derek put his on top. It might have felt silly in any other context, like we should all shout, “Go, team!” and raise our hands in the air, but right then it was the perfect gesture.
“Fine,” Derek said. “But the minute we get sent on a dangerous mission, or are accidentally—” he used air-quotes, “—dropped into the middle of the wildfire, I’m reporting it all up the chain. Even if we don’t have enough evidence.”
“Fuckin’ right,” Trace said, slurring his words ever so slightly. “Now that I’m aware, I’ll go with you and fight whoever tries to stop us. ‘Cause I’m the team lead.”
“Are you sure that’s a good management decision?” I teased.
Trace grimaced. “Don’t care if it’s a good decision or not. It’s what’s going to happen.”
“No offense, boss, but you’re kind of a lightweight,” Foxy said with a chuckle.
“Is that a joke? I could fight all three of you at once, right now.” He put his shot glass down and raised his fists menacingly.
“Woah, woah, calm down. I was talking about holding your liquor. You’re tipsy already.”
“Oh.” Trace frowned at his shot glass. “I don’t drink often.”
“Yeah, but you’re like three hundred pounds of pure muscle.” I turned to Derek. “How much did he have before I got here?”
“Three shots,” Derek said with a half-smile.
Foxy stood and went to the bathroom. I heard the faucet running. “Let’s get some water in you, big guy.” He handed a glass of water to Trace.
“You guys are exaggerating.” Trace took the water and drank it down in three long gulps, though.
“Probably has to do with recovering from forty-eight hours of handline building,” I said with a warm smile. “I’m sure Trace can drink like a big boy under normal circumstances.”
Everyone laughed, including Trace. He pointed a finger around him accusingly. “Ha ha, very funny. I get it. Gang up on the guy who isn’t part of your weird polyamorous relationship.”
All three of us froze. Trace kept laughing.
“Not that it’s weird, I guess. Unconventional, but not, like, weird enough to write home about. What? Why are you guys looking at me like that?”
“How do you know?” Foxy asked. “Did you tell him, Haley?”
“No! I mean, yes. But only because he had already figured it out!”
Foxy and Derek shared a look.
“Hey, relax you guys.” Trace wrapped an arm around Derek. “We’re all friends here. I thought I would be jealous, but honestly I’m totally fine.”
“Jealous?” Foxy asked.
“Well, yeah. Since Haley and I totally fucked our brains out.”
Foxy choked on his tongue. “What!”
Trace gestured at me. “That’s her phrasing. I called it making passionate love.”
Derek’s jaw was practically on the floor. He closed it and said, “Is this true?”
Guess we’re all going to talk about it now.
“It was right after we got back from the mission,” I said quietly. “We had an intimate moment surviving the wildfire in the same fire shelter. So when we got back… It just sort of happened.”
“That’s why you didn’t come to the door when I knocked and told you there was a briefing,” Foxy said.
I couldn’t look at them. “Does this change things? Do you two hate me?”
Derek flinched. “Why would we hate you?”
“We all agreed that it was a physical relationship only,” Foxy said. “Three teammates blowing off steam, with no expectation of anything else.”
“I know that’s what we said. But I still care about how you two feel about me. Because…” I swallowed the lump in the back of my throat. “I definitely have feelings for you two. Despite what we agreed to, I can’t help it.”
Foxy smiled weakly. “Yeah,” he sighed. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have feelings for you.”
“Me too,” Derek agreed. “How could we not, Haley?”
“So you are upset that Trace and I…”
Foxy frowned. “Honestly? If it was anyone else, maybe. But Trace is part of our team. He accepted us here at Redding before anyone else. Sharing you with him doesn’t feel weird.”
“Plus, the two of us were already sharing you,” Derek added. “The jump from two to three isn’t nearly as big as the jump from one to two.”
“Totally,” Foxy said, patting my leg.
“Who says I want to share her?”
We all twisted to face Trace.
“What if I want Haley all to myself?” he said, deadpan. “Like a normal partner. Just the two of us, without you two involved. Because a man like me would get rid of anyone in my way—even if it means ensuring you have a parachuting accident along the way.”
His voice was dangerously quiet, as if a threat was buried just beneath the words. Although there was an actual threat in the words themselves, too. Suddenly the air was thick with tension.
“Well,” Foxy said casually. “You can want whatever you want, pal. But that doesn’t mean you’re going to get it.”
Trace suddenly sputtered with laughter. “You should have seen your faces. Sorry, that was a cruel prank. Of course I wouldn’t screw with your parachutes or anything else just to get rid of you two. I’m fine with sharing her.”
Derek walked over to the bottle of whiskey and poured some more shots. “Let me take a mental note that Trace likes to joke about violence when he’s drunk.”
“I’m not drunk,” he said, holding out his shot glass to be refilled. “I’m just tipsy. There’s a difference.”
“So you’re in?” Foxy asked.
“I think so,” he admitted. He raised his shot glass. “To sharing Haley.”
“To sharing Haley,” Derek and Foxy repeated, clinking their glasses to his and then throwing back the whiskey.
“Am I not involved with this decision?” I said.
They pretended like they hadn’t heard me. “She’s worth sharing, man,” Foxy said.
“From what I’ve seen so far, absolutely,” Trace replied. “And I’m just talking about in bed.”
“You were just with her the one time?” Derek asked.
“So far, yep.”
Foxy rumbled with laughter. “Oh man. You haven’t seen anything yet.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
“Hey!” I waved a palm. “I’m right here!”
“We’ve had some fun,” Foxy said with a knowing grin. “A lot of fun.”
“How have you two had your way with her?” Trace asked curiously.
“Nobody has had their way with me,” I argued. “I’m not a sex toy! I was involved in all of it, you know!”
“Well, we haven’t been doing it very long,” Foxy pointed out. “But sometimes we take turns while the other person watches.”
Trace blinked. “Really?”
“It’s actually pretty fucking hot.” Derek ran a hand through his wavy blond hair. “It’s like watching porn, but in person. And you know your turn is coming up.”
> “Visual foreplay,” Foxy said.
“Huh,” Trace said. “I pictured you guys, you know, fucking her together.”
“Oh, we do that too,” Derek said.
“And that’s not weird?” Trace asked. “I’ve never done that.”
“It’s weird in the sense that every new experience is weird. But it’s totally fucking hot, too,” Foxy said.
“There’s no touching, of course,” Derek quickly added.
“Of course.”
Trace chewed that over. “I think I’d rather just watch and wait my turn. The first time, at least.”
“No judgement, bro,” Foxy said. “Take it slow.”
“For sure.”
I cleared my throat. “I’m glad you guys are finished negotiating like pirates dividing up treasure…”
“Booty!” Foxy grinned. “The word you’re looking for is booty.”
“But do I have any say in it?”
The three men all looked at one-another.
“Naw,” Derek said.
“Definitely not,” Trace added.
Foxy spread his hands. “Sorry, babe. It’s been decided.”
I crossed my arms over my chest in a way that emphasized my bosom, then gave them my best pout. “So I am just a sex toy for you three.”
“Sounds about right,” Foxy said, putting his hand on my thigh. “And speaking of sex toys…”
“I’m not in the mood,” I said.
Foxy’s smile deepened. “Is that so?”
“That’s so. I’m not even a little excited about you three handsome men having your way with me. No sir. That doesn’t turn me on one bit.”
Foxy’s hand slid over my thigh and between my legs. “Maybe we’ll have to turn you on, then.”
I smiled back. “Do your worst.”
Foxy kissed me slowly, tantalizingly, slipping his tongue into my mouth as if we were trying to kiss in slow-motion. My entire body relaxed under his touch as he removed my pants, then knelt between my legs while I sat on the edge of the bed.
“Ohh,” I moaned as he pulled apart my lace panties and rubbed his face in my pussy. He didn’t lick me yet—he just inhaled my scent, and rubbed his nose up and down my already sopping-wet lips. His arms flexed with muscle as he spread my legs wider, and I leaned back on the bunk and sighed with pleasure.
He teased me like that for so long that when his lips finally did wrap around my clit, it was like a sledgehammer of pleasure hitting me in the groin.
I moaned and writhed on the bed as he ate me out, tongue swirling like a tornado. I could see the lust in Derek’s and Trace’s eyes as they watched their comrade pleasure me, each of them eagerly awaiting their turn. Knowing they were watching, and knowing they were probably fantasizing about what they were going to do to me when it was their turn, turned me on in a voyeuristic way.
I was their personal sex toy. I was there to be used for their own pleasure, however that may be.
When I came, I grabbed a handful of Foxy’s dark hair and held him against my cunt, savoring the pressure of his lips against me while I moaned softly for everyone to hear.
I was still coming down from my ecstasy when Derek appeared on the other side of the bunk behind me. He was already nude, and his beautiful body shone with muscle in the dim bedside light.
“Are you going to use me?” I asked, allowing the whiskey to go to my head. I bit my lip.
“You’re goddamn right I am,” Derek said.
The bed was twin-sized, which meant that when Derek pulled me toward him my head tilted off the edge of the bed, while my ass remained on the other edge where Foxy was still caressing me.
His cock was rock-hard as he guided it toward my face. I tilted backwards and parted my lips for him. Derek slid his dick into my mouth without ceremony.
“Haley,” he moaned as his fingers gripped the side of my face. “Oh God, Haley…”
I groaned with pleasure while he began fucking my mouth. Upside down like this, he was able to shove it deeper down my throat without my gag reflex kicking in—something which he tested by pushing as hard as he could. His fingers tightened around my head, thumbs pressing into my neck in a way that made me feel completely vulnerable and powerless before him.
It turned me on in a primal, feminine way.
Without warning, a cock pressed into my pussy from the other end. Foxy slid himself inside of me hard and forcefully, and my pussy accepted all of him easily since I was soaked with my own juices. Pleasure cascaded through my body as his thighs met mine, and I was desperate for as much of his skin to touch mine as possible. As if he read my mind, his hands ran over my belly and gripped my breasts, squeezing them together in a way that ached so good.
Speared from either end and held down on the bed, my two men had their way with me.
36
Trace
They were right.
Watching Haley get used by another man—two other men, in this case—was one of the hottest things I’d ever experienced.
I repositioned my chair to see everything better. Haley was laying flat on her back across the bed, her firm breasts gently bouncing back and forth as her body accepted the hard thrusts from the two other men. Foxy stood between her legs, holding them wide while driving his hips into her sex. On the other side of the bed, Haley was giving Derek a blowjob.
No, that wasn’t accurate. She wasn’t giving him a blowjob. He was fucking her face. Holding her head like it was her waist and driving his cock deep down her throat. With each stroke Haley’s neck bulged slightly, like a tiny Adam’s apple was pushing against the skin to break free.
She didn’t just accept it like their personal sex toy. She moaned loudly, a sensual sound muffled by Derek’s penis. She pushed her hips up to meet each of Foxy’s thrusts while he fucked her. Her breasts bounced and her hands gripped the bedsheets so tight that her knuckles turned white.
I wanted to take out my own cock and start jacking off to it, but my inhibitions stopped me.
Foxy glanced back at me. “You want to jump in?” he asked. “Take a turn fucking her for a while?”
The impulse to do exactly that was strong, but I didn’t think I was ready for that. One step at a time. “I’ll wait my turn. Break her in for me?”
“You know it,” he said.
Haley moaned louder.
Derek gave one final thrust into Haley’s throat, deep enough that she moved her hands to his legs and gripped him tight like she was play-fighting back, and then Derek pulled his dick all the way out. “You know what I want?” he asked her.
“I do,” she gasped. “Give it to me!”
He left that side of the bed and came around. Something unspoken passed between them, because Foxy pulled out and then sat on the edge of the bed next to her, pulling her up and into his lap. His penis slid back inside of her easily.
Then Foxy grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide.
“Oh,” I said as Derek approached her ass from behind. He pulled a small bottle out of the bedside table and covered his cock with it. Lubrication, I realized. I couldn’t see him penetrate her, but I knew when it happened based on the way Haley’s moans changed pitch as she rode Foxy. Deepening with pleasure.
“I didn’t realize…” I said.
“Is this too much for you?” Derek asked me. “If you’re not into this kind of thing…”
I’d watched porn with anal sex before. It was hot, in a taboo sort of way. A woman’s forbidden hole. But although it turned me on, I always assumed it was one of those things that only happened in porn. No real woman liked getting fucked in the ass.
But there Haley was, moaning and pushing her ass back against Derek…
“If it’s not too much for her, it’s not too much for me,” I said. “I like it.”
Haley turned and looked over her shoulder at me. Her eyes were lidded with pleasure, and her mouth open to let the moans out. “Do you want my ass, when it’s your turn?”
The whiskey had gone to m
y head, making all of this seem like a dream. A wonderful erotic dream. And with each passing moment, I felt my inhibitions disappearing.
“Yes,” I said immediately. “Yes I do.”
I watched them double-team her with ravenous lust, pistoning into her pussy and ass. Neither lasted very long—soon they were gripping her body tightly and their thrusts grew ragged and desperate. Haley arched her back almost violently as they filled her with their seed.
Derek pulled out and backed away. Haley rolled off of Foxy, her ample chest glistening with sweat as she tried to catch her breath.
I was on my feet without realizing it. No longer caring about modesty in front of the other two men, I pulled my shirt over my chest and slowly removed my pants. Haley’s eyes glistened darkly as she watched me undress, waiting to see what I would do to her.
Just you wait, I told her with a look.
I approached and flipped her over roughly. She squeaked as I pulled her off the bed, then pushed her down to her knees. I pressed one palm on her back and folded her chest down to the bed, holding her against the sheets with more force than I’d ever used with a woman.
“You want to be manhandled?” I whispered.
“Yes,” she breathed without hesitation. “I want it rough from you, Trace.”
Hearing my name on her lips was the greatest aphrodisiac in the world. My cock was rock-hard as I rubbed it up and down her drenched pussy, and then guided it inside of her. Urged on by her moans, I rammed it deeper and deeper inside her pussy until I had filled her completely. She tried to twist to look back at me so I grabbed a fistful of hair and shoved her face into the sheets, holding her down as I began to fuck her.
I knew I was a big guy, physically. I was hyper-aware that I had to be more gentle with women than I was with a barbell. Having Haley tell me that she wanted it rough was like finally being able to shift out of first gear. I pulled back slowly until just the tip of my prick was inside her, then rammed it back inside of her like I was trying to smash through a door. Haley’s moans lengthened and her body shuddered with pleasure, visual and audio cues for me to continue. That it wasn’t too rough for her.
