And One Makes Three (Carnal Coeds)

by Suzanne Rock

  “And do what?”

  “I don’t know,” Gabe said. “We’ll figure it out.”

  Lane shook his head. “You and Becca have a life here. I don’t.”

  “You don’t?” Gabe lowered their joined hands and placed them on his swollen erection.

  Lane bit back a groan. “You know what I mean.”

  “No, we don’t.” Becca kissed his palm.

  “Stay and help me run my business.” Gabe inched closer. “It’s growing faster than I expected. I was hoping to hire someone anyway. You’d be perfect.”

  Fuck. They were trying to seduce him—and it was working. “My lease is up in September,” Lane murmured.

  “You can stay with me.” Becca laced her fingers with his and dragged his hand down her curves.

  Lane’s breath quickened as he watched their joined hands travel over her body. “I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

  Gabe slid his finger under Lane’s chin and turned his head until their gazes met. “Stop running away, Lane. Stay and give us a chance.”

  Before Lane could speak, Gabe leaned in and captured his lips in a hot, searing kiss.

  “Wow, that’s hot,” Becca said.

  Lane pulled away from Gabe’s mouth and focused on her. “Hot?”

  “Oh yes.” She offered him a seductive smile. “Do it again.”

  “I’d rather do something else.” Lane slid his fingers down in between her thighs as he held Becca’s gaze. “Someone else,” he corrected.

  “Does this mean you’ll stay?” she asked.

  “I’ll stay until you’re satisfied.”

  She raised her brow. “Is that a challenge?”

  Lane curled his fingers into her pussy and watched her eyes glaze over in lust. “Oh yeah. You can count on it.”

  The men approached Becca like two large, predatory animals. She tried to back away, but Lane pulled her to him and kissed her hard. She molded to his body as desire surged through her system.

  “Oh, Lane.” She threaded her fingers through his soft hair and held him close, unable to let him go.

  I’ll stay until you are satisfied. Would that mean that he’d leave once they were done having sex? She hoped not. She didn’t want Lane to leave any more than she wanted Gabe to leave. Somehow they had both become a part of her, as natural as breathing.

  Gabe shifted until he was behind her. She felt his body heat penetrate her skin. He pressed his lips against her neck, teasing the sensitive vein found there. The men’s presence was overwhelming, and Becca felt caught up in their dominating presence. Lane undid her skirt and slid it down her legs. Becca groaned as the fabric rubbed against her and stimulated her skin.

  Gabe ran his hands down her back and gripped the hem of her shirt. Within seconds both men leaned back and pulled the soft cloth over her head. Her bra and panties soon followed.

  Becca felt a little exposed, but the men didn’t seem to mind her nakedness. Lane grabbed for her and resumed his assault on her mouth, kissing and exploring until her mind fogged with lust. Gabe moved behind her, but everything seemed to blend into an erotic haze.

  Then Gabe was at her back again, stroking her sensitive skin. He reached around her torso and massaged her nipples until they formed sharp peaks in his hands. Lane slid his hand in between her legs and inserted a finger into her channel. Becca gasped against his mouth as he moved in and out, preparing her for what was to come.

  Gabe left her breasts and moved slowly down her torso. Becca whimpered as pressure built in her core. She leaned back against Gabe, allowing Lane better access to her center. He exchanged one finger for two, constantly stroking and building the tension deep inside her core.

  Gabe slid his hands down over her soft belly, exploring her skin as he kissed her shoulder. Then he reached for something next to them. Becca broke off the kiss with Lane and turned her head. Gabe stared at her with such intensity, such hunger, that it burned her very core. She threaded her fingers through his hair and dragged him to her mouth. Urgency built up inside of her as Gabe slid a well-oiled finger in between her ass cheeks.

  Becca gasped and pulled away from Gabe’s mouth as he moved to the opening in her backside. The double sensation of Lane’s fingers in her pussy and Gabe’s in her ass made her weak with need. Becca moved her hips against the men’s hands, eager for more.

  “Yes. Oh God, just like that.” She nibbled her lower lip as the men exchanged one finger for two. Together they stretched her body and built her desire.

  Lane shifted his hand and rubbed her clit. The added sensation caused the pressure inside of her to burst. She cried out as her orgasm slammed into her body, rocking her down to the core. Pleasure pulsed through her veins until she felt boneless.

  When the last fragments of her joy faded, the men retreated and Lane tugged her hand. “Come here.”

  Becca followed him into the living room in front of the fireplace. He spread out on the soft carpet in front of the fireplace and dragged her down on top of him. Becca smiled as she straddled his hips and covered his hand at the base of his shaft. Together, they positioned him at her opening.

  “The next time you come, I want to be inside you,” he said.

  Becca gasped as he rubbed the tip of his thick head over her clit.

  “Understand?”

  “Yes.” Anticipation rippled through her as he grabbed her hips.

  “Good.” Lane guided her down on top of him. She groaned as his thick shaft stretched her core muscles. When her hips were flush with his, she leaned forward and kissed him with all of the passion she felt.

  “Ah, you two look so beautiful together.” Gabe positioned himself against Becca’s backside. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

  Becca pulled her lips away from Lane as Gabe eased himself into her body. “Oh yes.”

  “Feels good?”

  “Yes.” Hell, yes. Gabe worked into her body with such agonizing slowness. Becca thought she was going to burst from need.

  All the while Lane watched her, taking in every expression, every emotion.

  “You’re so beautiful.” Lane dragged her down to him and kissed away her pain as Gabe slid himself home.

  “Holy hell. You feel fantastic,” Gabe muttered behind her. “I can’t believe how tight you’re gripping my cock.”

  He guided Becca down onto the carpet until they all lay on their sides in a tangle of limbs. The men grabbed her hips and began to move with a slow steady rhythm. Becca closed her eyes and concentrated on the sweet friction building in her core. Never before had anything felt so good, or so right. Becca was soon moving with them. As the primal noise of their bodies coming together filled the room, she knew there was no place she’d rather be than between Gabe and Lane.

  The men moved quicker, pushed harder. Desire spiraled through her body and increased the pressure in her core. Gabe curled his fingers into her flesh as Lane shifted his hands and cupped her breasts. The added sensation caused the pressure inside to release. Joy burst through her body and fogged her mind. Becca cried out as her passion filled her. In that moment, she had never felt so close and connected to the men surrounding her. She never wanted the moment to end.

  Lane let go of her breast and covered Gabe’s hands at her hips. The men thrust in unison, stretching her body to the point of breaking. Lane let out a loud cry and tumbled into oblivion, adding to the joy of the moment. Gabe soon followed, his primal cry of release filling the air as he united with them in ecstasy.

  When it was over, Becca snuggled closer to the two men, enjoying the scents of male and sex that surrounded her.

  “Well,” Gabe said after a moment of silence, “it seems like she’s pretty satisfied.”

  “That she does,” Lane agreed.

  “Does that mean you’ll be running away from us, or will you stay and help me run my business?” Gabe asked.

  Becca opened her eyes and saw Lane consider Gabe’s question. “Well, we don’t know if she is well and truly satisfied, do we?”
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  “I suppose not.” Gabe smirked.

  “I mean, if she isn’t satisfied, then I’d have to stay.”

  “Perhaps you should ask her.”

  Lane turned to her and cupped his finger under her chin. “Did we satisfy you, Becca?”

  Becca opened her mouth to respond, but Gabe’s words gave her pause. “Think carefully about your response, baby.”

  She glanced over her shoulder at Gabe as his words sunk into her brain. Suddenly she knew just the right words for the moment. Becca turned back to Lane and focused on him. “No.”

  “No?” Lane raised his brow.

  “It’s going to take more than one session of sex to satisfy me.”

  “Oh really?”

  “Yes.” She smiled. “It’s going to take years and years of sex before I even begin to feel satisfied.”

  “And then?” Gabe asked.

  Becca pretended to think about it. “Maybe,” she said. “We’ll have to take it one day at a time.”

  “One day at a time,” Lane repeated. “I like that.”

  “That means you’ll stay and help?” Gabe asked.

  “Seems like I have no choice.” He brushed his lips against Becca’s forehead. “I’ll stay as long as I’m needed.”

  “Oh you’ll always be needed. Don’t worry about that.” Becca snuggled closer to Lane and murmured her approval as Gabe tightened his hold around her waist. “I’ll always need you.”

  “And I’ll need you too,” Gabe agreed.

  “I guessed it’s settled then.” Becca opened her eyes and covered his cheek with her palm. “You’re staying with us, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

  Lane laughed. “I wouldn’t want to, Becca.” He kissed her and glanced at Gabe. “I wouldn’t want to.”

  ~ ~ The End ~ ~

  Excerpt from Two Are Better Than One

  “Do you think she’ll be there?” Quinn asked.

  Declan shrugged as he pushed back his medium-length blond hair and looked in the mirror. “She should be. It’s her advisor’s end-of-the-year party. The entire chemistry department is going.”

  “I hope you’re right.” Quinn stared at Declan’s lean frame as his blood rushed to his cock. Declan was more than just a fellow student, more than just a friend. They met in a nightclub in Dublin and had been close ever since. Quinn couldn’t get enough of Declan’s firm backside or his dominating ways. There was a problem with their relationship however, something that they both hoped the lovely Hannah would help them fix.

  “I am right, you’ll see.”

  Quinn forced his desire aside and leaned back on the bed of their one-bedroom apartment. “If she’s there, I think we should make our move.” Just thinking about Hannah made Quinn’s cock thicken and his skin heat. She was beautiful, with all of that long, raven-colored hair and sensual curves. Hannah wasn’t bone-thin like the rest of the women in the department. She had this lovely hour-glass shape that men drooled over. There was something about her brown eyes, too. Not many people in Ireland had brown eyes. Quinn found it to be exotic and intoxicating.

  When he realized that Hannah was not only open to his advances, but flirting with both him and Declan, the idea of a threesome began to blossom. He mentioned it to Declan and both of them had found it difficult to let the idea go.

  Sharing a woman always seemed to bring Quinn and Declan closer together. It had been a long time since they had a threesome, and to know that the possibility was within their reach was almost too much to bear. It had taken every ounce of self-control for Quinn to sit back and let the relationship grow. He flirted, but didn’t come on strong. Declan did the same and they were both rewarded with Hannah’s wry sense of humor and rich laughter.

  They had become close over the school year, very close. Quinn had seen flashes of a sultry vixen underneath her clam, analytical exterior. What he wouldn’t give to strip off that lab coat and let down her hair from her bun. He knew that with the right touch, the right word, Hannah would blossom like a flower. It aroused him to the point of insanity.

  Declan turned away from the mirror. “Do you think that she’ll be offended when we ask her?”

  Quinn snapped out of his fantasy and back to reality. “Man, I hope not.”

  “Me too.” Declan sat on the edge of the bed. “It’s been a long time since we’ve shared a woman.”

  Quinn glanced at him. “I know. It’s always better with a woman, isn’t it?”

  “And there’s just something about Hannah…” Declan shook his head. “She’s different.”

  “She’s honest.”

  “She makes you feel like you’re the only guy in the room.”

  “And she’s smart. I haven’t seen a girl with such quick wit.”

  “She’s pure.”

  Quinn sat up on the bed and inched closer to Declan, close enough to feel his roommate’s warm, minty breath against his face. “You’re right. Hannah is purer. She flirted, but didn’t seem too forward. I wonder if she’s the type who would be into a one-night stand.”

  Declan frowned. “Does it matter?”

  “What do you mean?”

  Declan laced his fingers with Quinn’s and squeezed. The motion felt intimate and caring and went straight to Quinn’s heart.

  “How long have we been together now?” Declan asked.

  “Two years.”

  “And in those two years how many times have we had sex together?”

  Quinn chuckled. “A lot.”

  “And how many women have we shared?”

  “Quite a few.”

  “Well then. Think back to each time we’ve been together, and each time we’ve shared a woman. Which was better?”

  Quinn thought for a moment. He considered Declan’s firm mouth and long, rough fingers entwined with his. He thought back to when they last had sex, and how it felt to have Declan’s muscular body pressed up against him. Then he remembered how it felt having a soft, lithe female between them.

  When Quinn and Declan were alone the sex was rough and fast. Each of them took from the other what they needed, and it often ended quickly. When they were with a woman, things turned gentler, more affectionate. The result was that the men shared an intimacy with each other that they couldn’t achieve on their own. It could only be explored when they worked together to bring a woman to orgasm.

  “It was better with a woman, definitely.”

  “For me too.” Declan let go of Quinn’s hand. “Imagine if we shared a woman not for a night, but on a more permanent basis?” Declan disentangled his fingers and dragged them up Quinn’s thigh, setting every nerve ending on fire. “Imagine sharing all of what we have, who we are, with a woman?”

  Quinn’s mouth went dry as he thought of the possibility. “I never considered it.”

  “Consider it now.” Declan cupped Quinn’s thick cock through his black swim trunks. “I see that the idea isn’t unappealing to you.”

  “No.” Quinn closed his eyes and groaned as Declan rubbed and squeezed his shaft.

  “Think about it.” Declan’s low, rough voice tumbled through him like a caress. “The two of us stretched out on either side of Hannah, both driving ourselves deep inside that wonderful, soft body.”

  Declan moved closer, and excitement tingled over Quinn’s skin. Declan’s body heat and spicy scent penetrated Quinn’s senses and made him even harder.

  “Think of it. Us moving together in unison, bringing her body to orgasm…” Declan’s breathing quickened and the shallow puffs of air blew across Quinn’s face.

  Quinn moistened his lips as all of the blood in his body rushed to his cock. “I’m picturing it.”

  “She’d be perfect for us, don’t you think? Remember how shy she was when we first met her? How she opened up for us as we got to know her—only us?”

  “She didn’t open up like that for anyone else in the lab, did she?”

  “She’ll open up her body too, I just know it.”

  Quinn opened his eye
s and met his lover’s gaze. “Fuck Declan, I hope you’re right. It would be amazing.”

  “I know. I’m getting hard just thinking about it.” Declan closed the last of the distance between them and pressed his lips against Quinn’s.

  Quinn reached out for Declan and grabbed his waist. He ran his fingers over the ripple of muscle in Declan’s abdomen as a sense of urgency sparked deep inside his core.

  There was nothing like Declan’s kiss. Nothing. It was hard and masculine and made Quinn’s head fog with lust. How much more desire would he feel if Hannah were there watching? If she was participating?

  Quinn slid his fingers down over Declan’s washboard abs and cupped his cock. Fuck, Declan was right. He had gotten excited thinking about being with Hannah, too. Having sex with her would be mind-blowing.

  Quinn tilted his head and ran his tongue along the seam of Declan’s lips as need wound tight in his lower abdomen.

  Declan eased back the opening in Quinn’s swim trunks and slipped his hand inside. Quinn broke the kiss and gasped as Declan wrapped his strong fingers around Quinn’s shaft.

  “Think of it,” Declan said as he stroked Quinn from root to tip. “Think of yourself driving deep into Hannah. Touching her, filling her with pleasure.”

  Quinn glanced down to his lap. Declan’s grip tightened. Quinn moaned as he saw the purple head of his cock bead with moisture.

  “You think of it, too,” he said. “She’ll open to you just as much as she will with me.” Quinn slid his hand underneath Declan’s swimsuit and grabbed his lover’s erection. Declan closed his eyes and groaned as Quinn began to stroke him with smooth, firm strokes.

  Quinn pictured the three of them together, their bodies entwined on the sand. “It would be like that scene in ‘From Here to Eternity.’”

  Declan smiled and opened his eyes. “It would be better, because it would be the three of us.” He leaned forward and swept his tongue inside Quinn’s mouth. Quinn shivered as Declan’s taste burst on his tongue. Never before had Quinn felt so turned on. If just thinking about Hannah did this to his body, then what would happen when he got to touch her?