Coming Clean

by Inez Kelley

  She stroked Grant’s hard cock, twisting her hand in long, slow caresses. Solid warmth slid against her palm and he moaned into their kiss. Cade lapping at her pussy and Grant plucking at her nipples was too much and her stomach jumped. Every muscle drew tight, waiting, needing to release. Her eyes flew open, wide and searching, looking for Grant, her anchor in this erotic sea.

  Complete and utter devotion shone in his gaze. He gently smoothed the hair from her forehead. “It’s okay, Vivi. Come for him. I’m right here, babe. I’ll always be here.”

  One hot shuddering breath signaled her surrender. A tremor gripped her muscles, vibrating them like a harp string. One perfectly struck note sang through her body. For the first time in their marriage, Vivi murmured another man’s name.

  Three to One

  Her eyelids slid closed, her mouth fell open and a hard jerk rippled through her. Grant had always loved watching Vivi orgasm. A swift flush of racing blood colored her face, and her head jammed back to the mattress, neck arched. Her whimpered cry filled every corner of the room. God, she was beautiful, and at this minute, he wasn’t sure he’d ever loved her so much. His heart clenched as powerfully as her body.

  Still wrapped around his aching cock, her fingers tightened and her nails scraped. He gritted his teeth against the sweet pain and used it to slow his thundering lust. Cade didn’t let up, his low wet hum underscoring Vivi’s fading cry. As her body relaxed, he slowed his mouth, dragging his tongue up her slit in an unhurried lap. He looked at Grant and stopped at the top of her cleft, eyes filled with concern. The tight muscle in Grant’s chest grew tighter at the worried look.

  No, he wasn’t jealous or angry or feeling displaced. He couldn’t explain it except that this was right. This wasn’t about sating lust or fulfilling erotic fantasies or even stretching sexual boundaries. This was about accepting what some small part of him had always known. He was meant to be with Vivi and Cade. This wasn’t one night to him. It was the beginning of something he wanted to explore.

  Grant gave him a small reassuring smile and Cade grinned. Juice from Vivi’s orgasm coated his lips and chin, and he lifted his hand to wipe it away, but Grant grabbed his wrist. As electrifying as Cade’s touch, his mouth, had been, looking at him this minute was even more tantalizing. Leaning forward, he licked along Cade’s bottom lip. The rich cream he loved had a different tang. It borrowed a robustness from Cade’s skin and intoxicated him, drugging his senses until he grew drunk on the heady cocktail of Vivi mixed with Cade.

  A growl powered from his gut, an animal sound that barely touched the surface of his blistering want. Cade returned his hunger, diving his tongue deep into Grant’s mouth. A firm hand buried in his hair and tugged him closer. The rich fragrance of Vivi’s climax ignited in his bloodstream and he could taste the echo on Cade’s tongue.

  “Grant.” Cade’s voice rasped deeper, husky with a raw vibration. He pulled away and the look he sent Grant was pure fervent lust that surged hot blood coursing through him “I need to come. I want Viv.”

  The single powerful, erotic image drove into Grant’s brain like a sledgehammer. He tore from Cade’s hands and leaned over his wife. She slumped in exhaustion, her breath panting across his face and a dreamy smile lifting the corners of her lips. Pure devotion pumped through him, fueled by scalding arousal. He pressed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. Another chorus of snaps, crackles and pops sounded in his head when Cade’s rough hand stroked over his bare ass.

  “Vivi,” Grant murmured, tonguing her lips. “Do you want Cade to fuck you?”

  “No,” she whispered, but a wicked gleam brewed deep in her eyes. “I want to ride him.”

  The surrendering groan behind him brought Grant’s smile. He jerked the nightstand drawer too hard, leaving it wide open after grabbing a condom. He tossed a foil square to Cade. “Saddle up, my man.”

  Cade’s hand shook as he rolled the condom down his shaft. His balls had to be aching. He hadn’t come at all and his cock was dark red, his sac drawn hard against his body. Scooting toward the headboard, he held his arms out to Vivi. Like a lithe cat pouncing on a canary, she swung her leg over his hips, gripped his cock and slicked it across her wet slit.

  Cade’s knuckles whitened on her hips, his sweat-lined face trained on her pussy. “Viv, please.”

  She seated his rounded cockhead between her swollen lips then lowered herself. A sultry exhale of pure satisfaction dropped her head back, penny-auburn hair streaming over her shoulders. Cade’s hips rose with a sharp jerk, as if the animal inside him were testing its cage, looking for an escape. He gritted his teeth but a tortured snarl ripped through them. “Oh God, sweetheart, that’s good.”

  Vivi planted her hands on his chest and locked eyes with him. She arched her spine, rotating her hips, grinding into each thrust. “Let me make you feel good, Cade. Let me dance with you like this.”

  The slap of skin, the wet sucking of flesh on flesh, the carnal grunts lulled Grant’s senses into a steadily growing buzz. Cade focused on Vivi’s nipples, tugging them between his lips, laving his tongue across the hard pink buds until Vivi whimpered and bucked on his cock. Though Grant hadn’t said anything, Cade seemed to know what Vivi liked and he wrapped her hair in his fist, pulling her head back to nibble along her neck. That never failed to send Vivi into orbit. A thin film of passion-sweat glistened on her creamy skin, the luscious scent of her orange-spiced lotion mingling with the sweet woodsy smell Cade carried with him.

  Grant squeezed the tip of his aching cock. Resentment never entered his mind. All he could think was how Cade and Vivi together were beautiful, like one of their dances on a more intimate, basic level. He’d watched them in awe, wondered how they simply knew where the other’s feet would land, their hands would fall. They seemed effortless on the dance floor. Now each movement, each rock and cradle, seemed set to a melody only they heard, and they moved in perfect harmony.

  Tiny golden hairs on Cade’s leg tickled his palm as he stroked across a firm thigh. Heat from Vivi’s ass, her pussy and Cade’s balls surrounded his hand. Cade jolted when Grant cupped his testicles, rolling the firmed glands.

  “Fuck!” Cade hissed. Tendons in his neck tightened and bulged. His hips vaulted with more speed, more intensity. “Too much, I’m not going to last.”

  Grant surged to his knees between Cade’s spread legs. He wrapped his arms around Vivi’s waist, pressing his chest firm to her spine. His cock nestled between her ass cheeks and she gasped. A snorted laugh shook his chest.

  He’d promised her if this ménage happened, he’d wait until she wanted to be double penetrated. It would be so easy to part her ass right now and slide deep into her dark cleft. His nuts shuddered with the memory of her tight heat, but he’d never abuse her trust like that. Still, he was going to take her ass at some point this week while Cade took her little pussy. They’d wring every ounce of pleasure from her together. They’d just do it differently tonight.

  “Easy, babe,” he sighed along her temple. “I just want to help you, nothing else.”

  Long practice guided his fingers down her stomach to her hard clit. Like a ripe berry ready for plucking, it quivered under his caress. Her right hand latched onto his forearm, rounded nails digging into his skin. Tiny white moons appeared on Cade’s chest as the fingernails from her left hand bit deep.

  Cade’s upward motion drove her closer. Grant’s fingers rubbing the sides pushed her over. The pulsing knot thrummed under his touch and her head knocked into his shoulder. At the precise moment he felt her first tremor, Grant sank his teeth into the curve of her neck, sending the extra twinge of pain she loved so well.

  “Oh shit, Grant, don’t stop. Fuck, Cade, yes, now!”

  Cade didn’t make a sound. His eyes pinched tight and his mouth dropped open as his body quaked. One hand fisted the sheet, the other splayed wide along Vivi’s hip, as if he wouldn’t risk bruising her even in his climax.

  Frantic flutters from Vivi’s soft pussy were accentuated by t
he slower, forceful throb along the base of Cade’s cock. Grant trailed his fingers down the slick folds until he could stroke both through their peak. The connection between the three of them hit hard under his ribs. Sex had a unique feel. It was different from making love. This was something altogether different.

  Tonight was a night of discovery in more ways than one. Not only had he learned what Cade’s mouth tasted like, but how his body felt, how he liked to be stroked and caressed. He knew how Vivi looked writhing under Cade’s tongue, what his shaft felt like pulsing in release. Now Grant wanted to learn more. He wanted to give more. He had come to lines he thought were permanently drawn in his sexuality and kicked them aside with ease. Cade had taught him about receiving male pleasure. Now he wanted to give it.

  Technically, he supposed Cade and he were now lovers. Kisses and tastes had blended with touches and strokes on an erotic and intimate level, but it had been him taking and Cade giving. Maybe Cade was easing him into bisexual actions, like training wheels for sex. Maybe he needed them. He knew his way around the female body, but a man’s? That was new. Holding Cade’s hard cock in his hand, feeling his satin-like testicles, knowing it was his touch that made them react, was empowering. It was more than he’d ever imagined doing, and yet wasn’t enough either.

  Her chest heaving and gasping for breath, Vivi moved across Cade’s stomach, fusing her mouth with his, sharing sweet afterglow kisses. Grant pulled his hand away reluctantly, letting their bodies rest flush against each other. He eased to his side and propped on one elbow, watching them.

  Cade kissed her with a softness that didn’t come from casual encounters. A warm smile broke along his face and he dropped a light kiss on the tip of her nose. “Sweetheart, I’ve got to take care of this.”

  Vivi climbed from his lap, collapsing beside Grant. Cade tugged the spent condom off and tossed it in the trash on Grant’s side of the bed. The sheet twisted under his hip as he rolled to face them. Satisfaction had softened his face but growing anticipation glimmered in his eyes. He dropped a light kiss on Vivi’s shoulder.

  “I think we’re neglecting someone.”

  A wanton grin widened Vivi’s lips. “Oh, we can’t have that.”

  “I’m not feeling neglec—”

  Her fingers pressed to Grant’s mouth. “Hush, honey, you’re interrupting.” She turned to Cade and smiled. “Tag-team?”

  “Hell, yeah. You want top or bottom?”

  “Bottom. You take top.”

  “Yes, dear.” Cade chuckled. He climbed over Vivi’s stomach and pushed Grant flat to his back. His tongue thrust deep into Grant’s mouth as Vivi nibbled along his hip. A low growl worked from his throat as her tongue dipped to his inner thigh, skimming the edge of his balls.

  Cade kissed along his chin, down his neck and slid to his ear. A hot lick sent shivers down Grant’s spine, and Cade laughed. “Sorry. Forgot you’re ticklish.”

  Any response Grant might have made was lost as Vivi’s soft lips trailed along his shaft. Every inch of his skin sizzled with pleasure and his mind scattered. For one moment, Grant wasn’t sure where to put his hands. One gripped Cade’s back. The other buried itself in Vivi’s long hair. His thighs tensed as she did that humming thing he loved, the vibrations teasing along his cock like a million tiny feathers. A sharp nip on his right nipple forced his gasp and his eyes flew open.

  Cade moved further down, rimming his tongue around Grant’s navel. Vivi shifted to the side to give him room, and Grant let his hand comb through her hair and caress her spine. One on each side of his hips, Vivi and Cade kissed over his twitching erection. The picture they created charged boiling lust through his veins.

  His palms dropped to their thighs—one hard and muscled, one soft and smooth. Vivi opened her knees, inviting his touch. Grant rubbed across her clit then sank two fingers inside. His gaze riveted to Cade’s rising cock. Playtime wasn’t over.

  Rolling his tongue inside his jaw, Grant questioned his impulse. Cade’s shower-time blowjob had been amazing, and Vivi’s long, slow bobs on his cock always sent shockwaves through him. Could he give back even half as much pleasure? He was actually eager to try, to prove something to himself, to make himself special in Cade’s eyes.

  Thick sticky liquid from Vivi’s pussy coated his hand as he pulled away. His fingers trembled, reaching out, but his mind was set. Judging by his own sensations after an orgasm, he avoided Cade’s tip, grasping the shaft gently. A groan peeled Cade’s mouth from Vivi’s. Fevered blue eyes flew to his but Cade didn’t balk, just held his breath, watching. Silky foreskin and silkier feminine gel created a sensual friction which thickened and hardened the flesh in his hand. Grant sat up, fascinated by the roadmap of veins and ridges growing under his touch. A slow, comforting stroke up his spine spread warmth through his blood. Vivi was okay with this. Would she be okay with more? He offered one hasty prayer then bent forward.

  The firm muscles in Cade’s chest were rock hard under Grant’s lips as he lowered Cade to the mattress. Flat tan nipples drew taut under his tongue, unlike Vivi’s in texture and feel to Grant but no less fascinating. It took no coaxing for him to slither his mouth down Cade’s ridged stomach. The woodsy scent was now tinged with salt and Vivi and the seductive aroma of sexual bliss. Somewhere below Cade’s navel, Grant slowed and considered what he was about to do. Kisses and strokes were one thing but a blowjob was solidly in the actively bisexual camp. He batted the thought away like a fly. This didn’t deserve labels, it just was.

  It wasn’t disgust or aversion that slowed him, it was inexperience. He had no clue how to begin. Eyes closed in uncertainty, he skimmed his tongue down one hip and lower to a corded thigh. He decided simple was best and began with just a lick, flicking his tongue over the head. Softer than he imagined, the smooth skin floated across his tongue like warm ice cream. The familiar taste of Vivi barely masked the stronger, more pungent flavor of Cade. Several more swathes and he closed his lips around the top of Cade’s cock.

  Cade bucked, gripped his shoulders and made encouraging noises, so Grant lightly sucked. The sound increased and he stopped thinking about technique. How could something so hard feel like satin? He let his tongue slip across the hot skin, lap at the flared crown, tease more sticky fluid from the tip. He liked this, liked feeling the tense muscles under him quiver because of his mouth, because of his palm stroking to meet his lips. He wanted to hear his name spill out, flavored with Southern twang and ecstasy. Warm and supple, Cade’s balls filled his hand with a comfortable weight. Massaging them tightened Cade’s clutch on his shoulders. He drew as much pleasure as he could from his friend, from his lover, giving every bit he could imagine.

  “Oh, Grant.”

  The rich sound of his name uttered in a rough, lust-tinged voice strummed a primal chord. Grant gagged when he tried to take Cade’s cock deeper. His stomach lurched and his throat clamped shut. Firming his tenacity, he tried again and gagged once more. He pulled away with a soft curse.

  “Slow down, honey, it’s okay.” Vivi’s gentle cheering made him grin. This wasn’t anything he could have ever imagined sharing with her but it felt good knowing she was here, her hand never straying from his back. “No one ever manages to take it all the first time.”

  “Wise woman,” Cade panted, his wide eyes sparkling. “Although at the rate you’re learning, that’s debatable. That was…Damn, Grant.”

  Pride flushed his face. “What was it you said to me? I just want to make you feel good.”

  “Goal accomplished.” Cade cast his eyes to the side, glancing at Vivi, then ran his thumb over Grant’s lip. “Hey, want to play ball?”

  The meaning behind those words pummeled his stomach with jitters and his cock twitched in need. Nothing that had happened so far tonight had scared him or made him uncomfortable, but his ass clenched out of instinct. Part of him admitted he was curious but he’d considered himself straight for thirty-seven years. This step was a huge one.

  “Yeah. You want to pitch or cat
ch?”

  Cade sat up, dragged his mouth across Grant’s and nipped his lip. “You’ve had a lot of firsts tonight. Let me catch.”

  A relieved exhale blew out before he could catch it. Cade squeezed his arm. “Hey, relax. Let’s forget it. It’s not worth yo—”

  “No. Just because I’m not ready to…I want you, Cade. I think I always have.”

  Something closed Cade’s eyelids, and his stuttered breath sounded almost like a sob. He pressed his mouth to Grant’s. For a long minute, neither of them moved, some kind of wordless bond stitching them closer. Only the plastic click of a cap flipping open raised Cade’s head to look at Vivi.

  He turned back to Grant with a roguish smirk curving his lip. “Just remember it’s been a while for me, and you’re no wee willie. How do you want me?”

  Amazed he hadn’t had a heart attack from the force of his heartbeat, Grant drew a deep breath. “On your knees.”

  He reached for the small bottle Vivi had pulled from the nightstand drawer and stopped, staring at her. Cheeks flush with passion and eyes wide with excitement, she captured his heart once again. A bright pink mark on her neck still carried the imprint of his teeth, and her peaked nipples shone with dampness from Cade’s mouth. She tucked a foil packet in his palm then kissed him, slicking her tongue across his lips before diving into his mouth. Grant snaked his arm around her waist and hauled her to his chest. The feel of her pressed tight, her soft breasts into his chest, her stomach and thighs next to his, strengthened their bond.