Jane gripped the edge of a lower shelf and spread her feet apart, only one thinly cautionary thought flitting through her mind that she should protest his haste. She was already soaking wet.
Hands gripped her bottom. “Too short. Damn.” The door cracked; fluorescent light peeked into the tidy little room. A shallow box was scooted across the floor, and she stepped onto it. Apparently, she was at the right height for him now, because the light blinked out again. But she couldn’t widen her stance as far as she’d like.
When the thick round knob of his cock pressed between her buttocks, she bent farther, reached behind her, and guided him straight into her pussy.
A short, harsh thrust and he was balls deep inside her. She couldn’t suppress her loud groan. Neither could he.
His hands settled on her hips, and he began a steady assault in Cord-fashion, hammering away at her until she shivered and moaned, pummeled until she mewled like a kitten because it was too much, too fast, and she still got a little scared when she lost her mind like that.
“Keep it down in there,” came Bruno’s muffled voice from outside, and she realized Cord was banging the door.
Cord cursed softly, shifted closer, and resumed the steady pounding, at last forcing the soft, feminine grunts from between her lips that embarrassed her every time, but gave him so much satisfaction hearing.
Jane was an inch from coming when his fingers bit into her hips and air hissed between his teeth. Scalding spurts for come flooded her channel while she clung limply to the shelf.
His motions slowed then stopped. “Sorry about that.”
She murmured something under her breath while he backed away. Clothing rustled then he jerked open the door.
Still bent, she sighed when the door closed again, and Bruno’s hands cupped her bare ass cheeks.
“Anyone see you?” she hissed, wondering why she’d ever agreed to this. Fucking in a closet that smelled of disinfectant and dust wasn’t her idea of romantic.
“No, and Cord will scare the shit out anyone who attempts to come down the hallway,” he said, his usually smooth timbre sounding tight and raspy. “Should have seen his face.”
She could imagine. His fierce taut features could be intimidating—that look had sucked the breath right out of her lungs a time or two.
Bruno’s cock slid easily inside her, and she moaned, her pussy tightening to enclose him in moist, pulsing heat.
“So tell me, chica,” he said softly. “Did you come for him?”
“No,” she said with a gasp as he circled in slow delicious circles. “Too fast.”
“Warned him he better not wring you out.”
“You two planned this?”
“Of course. How do you think he knew about this closet? He scoped it out twenty minutes ago.”
“Wicked man.”
Bruno stroked inward, in quick rutting thrusts, filling her nicely, swimming in the lubricant her body oozed, and Cord’s hot fluid. “Damn, you’re wet,” he whispered, echoing her own thoughts.
“Don’t let any get on my dress,” she grumbled.
“All taken care of,” he said tightly. “Have toilet paper in my pocket.”
The corners of her lips rose. “You two were boy scouts in when you were kids.”
“Just making sure we can take care of you, sweetheart.”
“’S-nice,” she groaned.
“Promise I’ll make this quick. But later…”
A hand stretched around her belly and dove between her clenched thighs. Fingers slid unerringly over the top of her sex and rubbed her swollen clit.
Jane jerked then exploded, her back arching, a thin wail lifting in the air.
“Shhh…baby,” he whispered next to her ear, while he pounded faster, his own orgasm evident from his loss of rhythm. Short, humid gusts blew across her cheek then his mouth slid over her shoulder, his cries muffled against her skin.
As he slowed, she quivered, her legs weakening until she was deeply grateful for the ragged edges of shelf biting into her palms, or she’d have crumbled to the floor.
Bruno pulled away and zipped up. Then he grasped the edge of her skirt and pulled it over her hips. He slowly turned her in his arms and gave her the one thing she still craved—a soft, sweet kiss filled with tenderness.
His cheek slid alongside hers then he jerked back. “Almost forgot.” More rustling sounded and soft tissue was thrust up between her legs to mop the trail of lust trickling down her thighs.
Jane couldn’t help it. Laughter bubbled up inside her—rich, deep—loud.
“Quiet, sweetheart!” Bruno chided, amusement in his voice. “Do you want to be caught?”
“I really don’t care. None of these people know me. Never will.”
His hand slid from between her legs. His body tensed, and then he turned and thrust open the door. He walked away, leaving her to fuss with her hair and clothing. As she let herself out of the closet, she groused about men and how quickly they forgot about women once they’d gotten what they wanted.
*
A soothing breeze swept her as she lay in a lounge chair in Bruno and Cord’s back yard. She’d trailed outside without waking the men, needing time to think and work on her all-over tan.
Time was slipping away from her. So were the Cord and Bruno. She’d felt it last night.
At the careful and quiet way they’d worked her into a quivering frenzy after they’d hurried home from the wedding, she’d known something was different. Cord was never deliberate. Bruno never silent.
For her own part, she’d been desperate for one last night of abandon. One last night to savor the joy she’d discovered in their arms and inside herself. Whether or not she ever saw them again, she’d be forever grateful for them giving her back her own sense of worth.
The sliding glass door whooshed open. The clip of flip-flops drew near. A hand slid along her bare back and paused to squeeze her ass. “Awake?” came Cord’s low rumbling morning-voice.
How well she recognized it and the stroke of his large, callused hand. God, she was going to miss him. Of the two, he made her feel the safest. Incredibly cherished. The man had a gift when he wasn’t tripping over his great big feet.
“I’m awake,” she said softly, shoving down the dread rising inside her. She opened her eyes, her gaze level with the bottom edge of his cargo shorts. She stifled a sigh that he wasn’t equally as naked as she was. But it was time to talk. Time to say goodbye.
“We need to talk, baby,” he said, squatting on his haunches beside her. One glance at his pinched expression was enough to make her tear up.
She bit her lip and turned her face away.
“Bruno seems to think you’re getting ready to leave.”
“Wedding’s over. I do have a job to get back to,” she said muffling her voice, because she knew she’d sound ragged and a little hoarse, and she didn’t want to let him know she was ready to bawl like a baby. “Break’s over,” she said gruffly.
“Don’t you want to stay?”
“Want to stay?” She turned, her eyes level with his fierce gaze. Tears welling in her eyes, she shook her head. “Would you want me to, knowing I’m falling in love with you? With both of you?” she whispered.
His expression softened. “Don’t cry. Or you’ll have me blubbering too.”
Her lips curled upward, and she blinked, letting a tear roll down her cheek. “You’d cry over me? Or is it just a pity cry?”
His thumb brushed away the tear, bringing it his mouth to drink. “You’re falling in love with us?”
She sniffed. “Awkward, huh?”
He shook his head. “It’s perfect. ’Cause I’m falling in love with you, too.”
Her heart tripped. “What about Bruno?”
“Bruno…” His broad naked chest lifted around a deep breath. “Guess I’ll have to admit to loving him as well.”
She bit back a weak grin. “Not what I meant, but…wow.”
They shared sheepish smiles.
“Think he’d mind if I stayed longer?”
The harsh edges of his masculine face tightened. “I think he’d mind if you didn’t change that ‘longer’ to forever. He was mad as hell at you yesterday because he thought you wanted to go.”
“I didn’t know,” she said softly, relief pouring over her like the cooling breeze. “Guess I better think of ways to make it up to him.”
Cord grinned, a devilish light shining in his silvery eyes. “Let’s go wake him up and tell him the good news.”
*
Cord gently crawled onto the mattress, waiting while Jane took up a position on the opposite side of Bruno. His friend hadn’t slept well last night.
Bruno’s thoughtful gaze had stayed on Jane as she’d cuddled against his chest, his hand sifting through her hair for what seemed hours. The two men hadn’t spoken about their worries after Bruno had told him in a few crisp words that Jane was going home.
Bruno had acted as though he was only irritated, but Cord knew better. If he hadn’t cared, nothing would have penetrated his easy humor. Cord hadn’t known how to soothe him, because he didn’t really know where their relationship would stand without Jane to buffer their uneasy attraction. Cord wasn’t completely sure that his feelings for Bruno could survive outside the threesome. Having her here eased away his tension, kept him open to just feel and enjoy.
Maybe he was a coward. But he knew it would be different, even awkward, if she wasn’t there. And he wasn’t going to fight what he felt, what he needed. He only knew that he wanted to hold onto everything they all shared.
He’d never been afraid of being alone. Wouldn’t have felt more than mild regret before if Bruno had moved out. Now, he felt bound to them both—and excited about what their futures held.
Jane gestured to Bruno’s cock, which lay slightly curled along one thigh. He gave her a pained grin, not really aggrieved that she wanted him to be the one to wake Bruno up. But he had to make the gesture for the sake of his masculinity.
Besides, he liked the wicked light in her eyes, the one that burned when she knew he was bending to her will because she liked it.
Cord bent over Bruno’s cock, lifted it gently in his hand, then opened his mouth to suck all of his soft sex into his mouth. Jane had woken him this same exact way the previous morning, suckling him into a ferocious erection.
He’d do the same for Bruno. Because he loved him. Because he wanted to please him. And he’d give him something else he knew his friend, his lover, craved from him as well.
Bruno stirred, his legs straightening, his cock jerking, tugging against Cord’s lips.
A hand threaded through his hair, caressing his scalp. “Mijo, Cord, f-f-fuck….”
Cord cast a glance at the warmth swimming in Bruno’s eyes then watched as Jane covered his mouth and gave him a kiss so deep Bruno’s hands clutched her head close, cupping her as though she was precious.
Bruno liked keeping things light and breezy, but there was no denying how much he’d come to care about the woman who held both their futures in her small, soft hands.
So while Jane kissed Bruno’s lips and caressed his small, dark male nipples with her fingertips, Cord tightened his lips around Bruno’s stiffening cock and sucked hard, drawing on him as blood surged to fill his length with pulsating heat.
Cord’s own cock jerked as Bruno’s rich, masculine scent filled his nostrils, and his turgid erection unfolded inside his mouth. He dragged back on his thickening shaft, strafed him with the edge of his teeth, and then opened wider to cram Bruno back down his throat. He reached beneath and cupped his buddy’s balls, rolling them in his palm and tugging them, increasing the pressure when Bruno’s hips began to rise, and fall until he stroked into Cord’s greedy mouth.
Bruno groaned loudly. Jane laughed breathily. Then she scooted down Bruno’s body, her mouth joining Cord’s to torment Bruno’s sex.
Their tongues tangled as they slid along the long column. They paused to share a wet kiss, and dragged their mouths along opposite sides of the shaft, before drawing back.
Jane’s gaze locked with his. A dark brow arched.
Cord sucked in a deep breath and nodded.
“Bruno,” Jane whispered. “Roll over and get on your knees.”
Bruno lay with one arm beneath his head. He’d been watching them work on him. At Cord’s pointed stare, color flushed his cheeks. His eyes grew misty. “You sure?”
“Make it quick before I change my mind,” Cord ground out.
“I’m sitting this one out,” Jane said, backing away then kneeling on the far side of the mattress.
Cord’s fingers curled, digging into his palms. She wanted to watch. Already intense excitement filled her cheeks with a lovely rosy blush. Her chest lifted around shallow breaths.
His gaze swung back to Bruno, who shrugged.
“Lady wants to watch,” Bruno said, echoing his own thought. “Better make it good for her, bro.” He drew up his legs to clear Cord’s thighs that were planted firmly in the mattress and rolled, coming up on his hands and knees in front of him.
Bruno faced forward, alleviating a little of the awkwardness beginning to build inside Cord.
“I should get the lube.”
“Top drawer,” Bruno said, his voice tight.
Cord slipped off the bed, rigid tension making his movements jerky. He opened the drawer and grabbed the narrow metal tube.
“Jane,” Bruno said, turning his head toward her. “Come sit in front of me, let me eat you out. Give something for Cord to watch.”
“I think you two need to go solo.”
Bruno shook his head. “Another time. This isn’t about the two of us. We should be together.”
Cord’s chest squeezed around his heart, relieved and annoyed at the same time that Bruno knew him so well. He nodded sharply to Jane, who gave them a tight smile and crawled in front of Bruno.
At his direction, she sat in front of him, leaning back on her hands. Her legs lay flat on the mattress, splayed wide. As Bruno leaned down to kiss her belly and trailed lower, a gasp made her round breasts quiver.
Her gaze lifted to Cord’s. “Ready here,” she said softly, biting the side of her lip when Bruno’s head sank to the juncture of her thighs.
Cord dug a knee into the mattress and crawled behind Bruno, his glance falling to the other man’s ass, carved like caramel-colored steel as muscles flexed. His buttocks were tight, open. His small hole a dark tempting circle above ruddy balls, the long column of his cock disappearing as it aligned with his belly.
Cord closed his eyes for a moment, remembering the few times he’d allowed Bruno to fuck him, remembering how damn good it had felt. The least he could do was return the favor.
Only he’d be lying to himself unless he admitted he wasn’t doing this for Bruno. He wanted to feel the cinch of Bruno’s asshole around his cock. Wanted to feel his lover tighten, his cock heavy and rutting inside his fist as he slammed inside him.
He couldn’t wait a moment longer. He dipped the nozzle of the tube into the dark ring and squeezed. Then he cloaked himself and coated the head of his cock with the lubricant, hissing because touching himself was almost too much to bear. His hand shook he was so excited.
Then he was pressing between Bruno’s cheeks, not giving him the benefit of a finger-fuck to loosen him up, because his haste, his need was all Bruno’s damn fault. Bruno had seduced him along with Jane, made him want something he’d never have considered on his own.
But Bruno didn’t protest. His body shuddered, and then he pushed back, urging him silently to come into him.
Cord speared between the puckered lips, pressing his broad head hard against him, until the muscles gave, and he sank into heat so intense, so tight and wonderful, he nearly came. He ringed the base of his cock and shot Jane a desperate glance.
Her smile was soft, her blue gaze reflecting her own passionate approval. Her head tilted back, eyes falling half-closed as she continued to watch him and sank into he
r own ecstasy as Bruno’s head circled over her pussy.
“For fuck’s sake,” Bruno said, lifting his head. “You’re killing me here. Ram it in.”
Cord grunted. “Don’t want to hurt you.”
“I like pain, remember? I’ve waited forever for this.”
Cord smoothed his hands over Bruno’s ass, grateful for his consent to end the agony and held the notches at the tops of his hips in a painful, bruising grip. Then he drew back, all the way to the flanged edge of his crown, and then slammed inside, shoving deep.
Bruno’s body shuddered hard, his head dipping again to noisily feast on Jane’s sex, and jerking as Cord began to hammer inside his ass. Cord reached around Bruno’s belly, his fingers closing tightly around his shaft, masturbating him while he slammed inside him.
Bruno’s moans were thin and tight. Jane’s knees rose on either side of Bruno, her heels digging into the mattress to lift her hips and pump against his mouth.
Cord watched the two of them, his pleasure escalating as friction heated his own cock and pressure massaged his shaft. He wasn’t going to last long. It felt too damn good. “Can’t…stop…” he ground out.
“Jesus,” Bruno groaned.
Then Cord was exploding, his hips pumping so hard he pushed all of them along in the same rhythm.
Jane’s mouth fell open around a breathless scream.
Bruno’s hands fisted around the bedding beneath Jane’s hips.
Pressure erupted, squeezing hard around his balls, blasting through his cock to erupt inside Bruno, bathing him in scalding liquid pleasure that just kept coming. His head felt as though it exploded, too, and an agonized shout ripped from his throat. Then he was losing it, losing the rhythm, jerking against Bruno’s ass, his fingers clamping hard around the other man’s cock, milking him just like Bruno’s tight asshole milked his own dick, until there wasn’t anything left—no come, no strength, no will to move.
The room was filled with lingering moans and rapturous sighs.
Bruno pulled forward, coming off Cord’s dick, and then climbed to Jane’s side and off the bed entirely. Cord fell forward on his hands, his head hanging between his shoulders, his body still quivering. His cock felt cold and as wrung out as it ever had.
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