by Kit Rocha
She licked her lips. "I've been with people obviously." Sexual expression was important. You never knew if that day would be your last. "Just, not two at once. I've seen it." She blushed and smiled. Exhibitionism was common, considered a gift by many. "It looks easier than it seems."
Hatch's chuckle was full of sex and promise. "We hadn't even gotten to the good stuff when we stopped."
"I was about to." She raised a brow his way and Charlie laughed.
Hatch put a hand over his heart, a smile on his lips. "I promise to make you come twice for interrupting."
"So you're afraid of two men at once? That we would hurt you or make you do something you don't want to?"
Summer turned back to Charlie. "No. Not that. I just...it's complicated." They'd done it, she knew that much, and she hadn't and there was a skill gap and that was...weird.
She hated being vulnerable. And Hatch's return made her just that. Fear that maybe she was just another in a long line of women they'd shared ate away at her confidence. Was it enough to make her turn her back on what it could be?
"I don't tell Charlie what to do to you unless you want it. Is that enough to start?"
She sucked in a breath. "It's not..." Truth was, the idea of Hatch and Charlie dominating her was one she liked. Just not how it had felt, like Charlie wasn't in it for himself.
"Then what is it?" Charlie asked.
"If you both don't want me I'm not interested. I don't mind, you know, the two of you acting with each other to sex me up. I just don't want to be with someone who isn't equally into me. I don't want this threesome thing to be about Hatch getting back into my bed through you."
Charlie stood and she found herself pulled from her chair and against his body. He looked right through her for long moments as she went motionless and melted against him. Suddenly his fingers dug through her hair and he held her to his mouth for a searing hot kiss. He ground his cock against her. "Does that feel like a man who doesn't want you?"
"Christ, the two of you are so hot." Hatch's words were a snarl. But he remained in his chair and she knew he made himself keep still until she indicated he could join.
"I'd be a liar if I said I didn't want Hatch to be involved. But you'd be one if you denied it too. That doesn't mean I want you less. Or that he wants you more. You two have something different."
She swallowed hard and looked back to Hatch, nodding. He was up in a flash, against her back, pressing her into Charlie. Her heart pounded as she laid her head back on Hatch's shoulder.
Hatch hummed against her ear and she was wet all over again. He spread the front of her dress and Charlie's fingers brushed the curve of her breasts and then over her nipples, which tightened nearly painfully.
"We both want you. You want us both. But do you want us together?" Hatch spoke, his lips again at her ear. "We're a package deal, Charlie and I."
And for whatever reason, that made her feel better. Hatch's loyalty to Charlie, the way they both pursued her, the way he was trying so hard--it soothed her agitation and fear.
"Yes." She cleared her throat. "Sex, yes I mean."
"And everything else?" Hatch asked.
"What I said about earning it stands."
"We can work with that." Charlie pushed her dress from her shoulders and it pooled around her feet. She'd already been stripped of her panties so she stood there naked while they both still wore all their clothes.
"There's nothing hotter than a woman with freckles on her shoulders." Hatch licked over the skin and she shivered. "You have ink. I want to see it but I want to rub all over you too."
Charlie gave her the edge of his teeth up her neck and she arched into him. "Let us look at all your pretty skin," he murmured into her ear before easing back to stand side by side with Hatch.
She looked to her toes for a moment, blushing as they both took her in.
Hatch moved in close, tracing fingertips over the vines of deep green ink circling from her thighs up her belly, under her breasts, up her chest and around her back.
"Wow."
Hatch stepped even closer, the scent of her skin hardening his cock to the point of pain. The Summer he'd loved before was soft and sweet. Laughed and smiled all the time. She was open and utterly without guile.
This Summer was harder even as she was vulnerable and it tore him up even as he vowed to prove himself to her. To earn the love and trust of this all-grown-up Summer.
"How long did this take?" Hatch circled her.
"A little over a year."
There were thorns here and there, inked as if they'd pricked her flesh, drops of blood glistened on the tips. And yet it was beautiful. There was an intimacy to the work that stole his breath.
"He loved you." Hatch faced her again.
She bit her bottom lip a moment. "He thought so."
"What happened to him?"
It was clear she knew he meant the man who'd done her ink.
"He's here in Paradise."
Hatch didn't like the way that felt in his belly. "Did you love him?"
She shook her head. "I enjoyed him. We had great sex. He's creative and brilliant and he treated me well. He took something, an idea I had, and he made something beautiful on my skin."
"He understood you."
She nodded. "Partly anyway."
Hatch ran his palms from her hips to cup her breasts, pinching her nipples until she had to close her eyes a moment. "Why didn't you stay with him?"
"I liked him. A lot. Like I said we had great chemistry and the sex was good. He was in a triad and they wanted me to be part of a quad and it was all too much for me. Their female partner was okay at first, but it just wasn't...balanced. They had too many problems and my being involved with him only made it worse because they expected me to just hop into bed with everyone immediately and I just didn't feel it with the other male."
"And you never...did anything with them as a group?"
"With Jemmy it was always just the two of us. His partners watched us a few times but never touched."
She reached out and unzipped Charlie's pants.
"Well. Do you have plans, Summer?"
"I'm naked. You two aren't. Unless you want to talk more about the people I fucked in the four years since you left, Hatch? I didn't have any threesomes but I do love cock."
She said it like a challenge and he locked gazes with her. He'd been with other women. Hell, he was in a relationship--in love--with the man standing next to him but the idea of her loving anyone else wasn't one he liked much. The other women he'd been with were fun, but nothing to him. Not in the way this woman was. Had always been.
For years he'd pretended it away, but now that she was back in his life there was no denying what she meant to him. How she made him yearn to make things better so she'd look at him without the open trust in her gaze held back.
He wanted her to be able to count on him.
He pulled his shirt up and tossed it away and she smiled. "As it happens I really don't want to hear about other men you've been with."
She raised a brow at him and he found himself liking this spitfire Summer a whole lot.
"I believe I was interrupted before." Charlie shouldered next to Hatch and Summer laughed.
"By all means, get back to it." She motioned back to her left. "Bedroom if you're so inclined."
Getting out of the rest of his clothes, Charlie winked at Hatch as he pulled Summer to her bedroom. "Since this is your first threesome I suppose Hatch and I need to make it extra memorable."
"I think we could endeavor to make it memorable all the time."
"You two talk a lot."
Surprised, Hatch turned his attention to her as Charlie settled her on her bed and lay with her.
"Maybe we're nervous too." He'd meant it to be a tease but realized it was true. Before, it was one thing, but after that discussion they'd had when she'd called a halt to the first round it had become more serious. The weight of the choice she'd made to let them both into her bedroom and
her life was on his shoulders in a way he should have been cognizant of before.
He'd made so many mistakes. It was time to remedy that and earn his way back into her trust.
Charlie kissed her long and slow as Hatch climbed into the bed next to them. He hissed at how good it felt to be skin to skin with her after years away. She fit, like she always had. Even though they were both different, they still fit.
He ran covetous hands all over her skin, needing to feel as much of her as he could.
Charlie broke the kiss and pushed her to her back. Over her body, he leaned in and Hatch did as well, meeting him halfway in a kiss that fried his synapses. Tongue and teeth, all need and ravenous desire.
And then she slid a hand through his hair, and Charlie's too, her thumb caressing his temple.
An acceptance of what he and Charlie had.
Charlie groaned and Hatch swallowed that sound and all she could do was watch that kiss. Her skin leapt into goose bumps, her cunt softened, heated, slicked, ready for one of them. Or both. Whatever. She was still nervous about how a threesome would work but it had muted a little at the sight of these two.
She'd seen men kiss before. Had seen them do more than that. But these two men were something utterly unexpected. Beautiful. Sexy in an unrestrained way. She wanted them to touch her with that sort of surety and confidence.
And maybe she wanted that depth of emotion and connection too. Maybe she'd missed it and seeing it between them was sexy but also a little sad.
Hatch broke the kiss and they turned to her as one, taking her in. Charlie dipped his head, licking over her nipple and then sucking. Gentle at first until she arched and he strengthened, giving her the edge of his teeth.
She moaned softly and Hatch's mouth cruised up her throat to her mouth. He tasted like Charlie and a little like her. It was too much and not enough all at the same time and she was glad she was on her back or she'd have fallen over.
She dragged her nails up Hatch's back and he hummed into her mouth before he pulled away. "So, Summer, let's see what you like now."
The shock of sensation sent a burst of pleasure through her when he lowered his mouth to her other nipple and mirrored Charlie's movements. He didn't have a fully grown-out beard like Charlie so the scrape of his scruff was different. A little rougher. Which she supposed was part of the appeal.
Charlie broke from her nipple and kissed down her belly, licking over the hollow at her hip and then over the seam where her leg met her body.
"Keep licking those nipples. I'm going to eat this pussy." Charlie murmured the words against the flesh of her cunt, making her arch into his mouth.
Hatch laughed. "I think she's okay with that too."
"Just don't stop this time!"
Charlie looked up at her, holding her gaze as he licked over and over. "Okay."
His tongue traced each furl and dip, reveling in the soft, sweetness there. Here too, in this heart of her, she was as perfect as she was everywhere else. He fucked into her with his tongue and went back to her clit, sliding a thumb over her asshole until she went boneless.
He'd been holding her gaze but she'd gone blurry, her lids slowly dropping, drunk on pleasure. Charlie glanced Hatch's way. His partner looked at this woman in a way Charlie had never seen before. He wasn't insecure about it. Hatch's declaration to Summer that he and Charlie were a package deal had underlined his commitment.
Hatch rolled and pinched her nipples as he kissed her neck and jaw, whispering.
"Do you have any idea what it looks like? Your legs spread wide, Charlie's head there, his mouth on your cunt?"
At the words, she rained honey all over Charlie's lips and he groaned. He knew. Hatch's dirty talk had the same effect on him.
"I'm going to fuck you when he's done. I think you should suck his cock."
That certainly worked for Charlie.
She nodded, dreamy as her thigh muscles tightened.
"Are you close, beautiful Summer? Hm?" Charlie asked.
She opened her eyes and snagged his attention with a nod. "Yes."
He circled her entrance with a fingertip and slid inside her slowly, her inner walls hugging first one finger and then two as he flicked her clit quickly before sucking it into his mouth.
Heat seemed to fill her until her skin felt as if it would burst. She came so hard her teeth tingled. Her skin was electric. Charlie's hand at her hip seemed to vibrate through her. Hatch's lips at the place just under her ear sent little waves of pleasure down her spine as she arched and ground her cunt against Charlie's face for what seemed like forever.
At last it ebbed and she collapsed back to the bed with a satisfied sigh.
The weight of their attention was nearly physical as she smiled up at them.
"Well, was that to your liking?" Charlie kissed her thigh and then up her belly to her mouth.
She wrapped her arms around him. "Mmmmhmm."
Her eyes were the prettiest blue. Charlie loved the way the light in them danced when she smiled.
"Damn, you're beautiful."
She blushed. "Thank you."
She shifted and his cock brushed against her pussy and she groaned. "It's your turn."
"Oh yes."
Hatch kissed Charlie's shoulder. "On your back."
Charlie complied quickly after another kiss from Summer. Hatch knelt at her back and they both watched him. It was Charlie who wanted to blush all the sudden from the heat in those gazes. The way Summer looked at him right then, Charlie knew she was definitely into it as much as they were.
"He's delicious, isn't he?" Hatch used that gravely sex voice that never failed to make Charlie's cock throb.
Summer nodded, reaching out to grab Charlie's cock at the base. With her other hand, she slid the pad of her thumb over the slit, now slick with precome.
Which was hot enough.
Then she brought that thumb to her mouth and sucked it inside and both he and Hatch groaned at the sight. One corner of her mouth lifted at that, the power of it pleasing her.
"Hands and knees above Charlie."
She did it, kissing his belly, her nails gently scoring up his inner thighs until she gripped his cock in one hand, bracing her weight with the other.
Hatch looked at her back, at the green and brown of the thorns and vines, the splash of red here and there and the tiny blue/purple flowers scattered all through. Her hair had slid to the side, giving him flashes of the way she'd begun to lick around the meaty head of Charlie's cock.
He took two handfuls of her ass and squeezed, parting her to his gaze. Pink and perfect, glistening from orgasm, swollen. His cock twitched, as anxious as the rest of him to get in there.
She pushed back against him and he chuckled. Not shy about what she wanted. "Just trying to be sure you're ready. And oh yes you are."
He nudged at her, the heat scalding, the slippery flesh welcoming his way.
He'd wanted to go slow but she had other ideas, shoving at him, taking him in one hard push.
"Fuck!"
"That's the idea"
Hatch snorted a laugh that died when he caught sight of the way she sucked Charlie's cock down to the root and came back up.
Charlie gave a strangled curse as he plunged his fingers into her hair and held her. "Yes, god. Yes like that."
It had been four years since he'd been inside her. He stilled a moment at the homecoming of it. At the way her body welcomed him in that sweet clasp.
Too long. He'd been away too long and other men had experienced this. He was lucky she hadn't been claimed by that point. It wasn't simply the physical act of being in her; it was the connection between them that surged as he touched her. That feedback as she responded. That depth of intimacy that was so much more than just skin sliding against skin.
He had no further plans to tempt fate. She was theirs. His and Charlie's and that was that.
Slow at first, he thrust all the way in and then pulled nearly completely out only to press deep again. She ti
med her swallows of Charlie's cock with that rhythm.
"You're killing me, baby. More, please." Charlie writhed.
She hummed and Charlie groaned.
Her pussy gripped Hatch tighter. She liked it when Charlie begged. Hatch did too and he tucked that away for later.
"Hold your cock," she whispered to Charlie, who did.
She reached back, her fingers brushing the place Hatch slid in and out of her cunt and then they were gone.
Charlie's thighs were outside hers so he was spread open. Summer's fingers, slick now with her honey, played against Charlie's balls, his perineum and then over his asshole, pressing in slightly once he was nice and wet.
Charlie blew out a breath and it turned into a pleading groan. His movements grew uncoordinated and when she'd worked herself inside enough to find his gland and brush over it, he shook all over and then snarled as she sucked him deep. So deep, he blew, the taste of him flooding her for long moments.
Hatch moaned softly. "So fucking hot." He reached around her body and found her clit, playing it between two fingers until she knew she'd come again.
She kissed Charlie's cock and leaned her head against his thigh, giving over to the way Hatch felt inside her. The way his fingers drew another climax from her.
It was good. Familiar and yet new. She flew apart, her vision going white as she heard his curse and felt the jerk of his cock as he came inside her.
Charlie's hands caressed her shoulders and neck until Hatch pulled out and they all managed to lay down, arms and legs tangled as they struggled to catch their breath.
Summer's head spun. It was good. So good. More than good it was right in a way she couldn't begin to contemplate with them both still there.
The scent of sex, of man and skin hung in the air. Charlie's taste lived in her, Hatch's taste re-awakened in her system like it had never left.
"So what would you grade it?" Hatch drew lazy circles on her arm before just pulling her into his embrace. She considered moving away but didn't really want to. She rested her head on his biceps and smiled at Charlie, who entwined his fingers with hers, kissing her fingertips.
