by Cari Quinn
Sweet hell.
His tongue flicked at her stiff clit, so slowly that she strained against his mouth. Only Tris’s strong hands tethered her to his lap, and hell, the world. Already, she was writhing and fighting the urge to shrink away. It was building too strong and fast, and the sensation of Sparks flattening his hand on her lower belly to hold her still only made her buck her hips harder. His other hand slid up her leg and then he was opening up her swollen folds, exploring her with his calloused fingertips while his mouth worshipped her.
Too much. Not enough.
Tristan yanked up her shirt, exposing her breasts to the night so he could touch them freely without the cotton getting in the way. He kicked out one leg, pulling hers luridly apart so Sparks could complete his oh so dirty work.
Jesus, the man’s mouth was a sin. Add in his fingers and she was going to die.
One finger slipped inside her. Then he slid in a second finger to join the first and she jolted, wondering how they could seem so huge. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t experienced a good fingerfuck before. Just an hour or so ago, in fact, and Tris had some big hands of his own. But something about this moment—when she was spread out for God and country to see while she hovered on the verge of orgasm—made her clench up despite the warmth coiling in her belly.
As if he knew, Sparks kissed her stomach, lifting his head until his eyes peeked out from under the dark fringe of his hair. Gazes locked, he continued to pump his fingers inside her, so deeply that she stirred on Tris’s lap, colliding with his rigid cock. Her eyes popped wide and Sparks chuckled before he dipped his tongue into her bellybutton.
“Wait until you bump into mine,” he teased, and heat rushed into her cheeks.
“You made him laugh. A feat,” Tris said, pressing her breasts together so he could flick both nipples at once.
The twang of heat reverberated through her as she tried to respond. “Laughing while he…is down there…might not be a good sign. Oh, fuck.”
The muscles in her thighs burned as she widened them to make room for the breadth of Sparks’s shoulders. He’d resumed kissing her pussy, and the concert of his lips, tongue, and fingers had her trembling on the edge. Combined with Tris’s determined pulls on her nipples, she knew she couldn’t hold back much longer.
Seconds would probably be a miracle, never mind minutes.
“He’s planning on impressing you with his cock. But you’ve already been impressed with mine up against your ass, so we’ll just let him enjoy his delusions.” Instead of sounding jealous, Tris’s voice held lazy desire. He proved it as he turned her face toward his and captured her mouth, kissing her as insistently as Sparks was loving her pussy. Wet fingers plucked at her clit while his tongue—oh God, his tongue was inside her, lighting her up.
“Gonna come for us, baby?” Tris murmured between kisses, and she could only nod dizzily. Either she was going to come or she was going to implode.
“Maybe you need a little more.”
Before she could ask what that more could possibly be, Tris let go of one of her breasts and slid his hand down her belly to between her thighs. She didn’t glance down to see Sparks’s reaction, but she felt him jerk back, if only for a second. The brief pause in their sensual attack was long enough for her to catch her breath.
For an instant.
Then Tris’s fingers started to circle around her throbbing clit, and she cried out, biting her lip to try to swallow the sound. An instant later, Sparks was back, his mouth sliding beneath Tris’s fingers to lick at her quivering folds. Slickly, he slid his tongue inside her again and she lost it, her hips flying upward as she screamed.
The sound cut off as Tris covered her mouth, turning her head against his shoulder while he continued working her clit and Sparks tongued her spasming pussy. Oddly, the pressure of Tris’s hand on her mouth made her come even harder, so violently that she was afraid she was going to black out. She bit at his palm and he groaned, the sound rough with arousal.
“She bit me,” Tris mumbled.
He didn’t sound distressed. In fact, he sounded turned on that she’d used her teeth on him.
Distantly, she heard Sparks chuckle. It was as if the two men were miles away, though Tris’s dick repeatedly nudged her backside.
“You covered her mouth, man. What do you expect?”
“She was going to wake up the whole place. You really want to get caught out here like this?”
That brought her back, and fast. “No.” She struggled to sit up. Somehow she’d sort of just melted into Tris’s lap. “He’s right. I lost control.”
Blearily, she shoved her tangled hair out of her face and glanced at Sparks. It must’ve been a trick of the light, but his chin looked wet.
Christ. Maybe not a trick. She’d come like a damn geyser.
“We wanted you to lose control.” Proving it, Tris pushed his hand between her thighs, cupping her still sensitive pussy. “Next time, bite my shoulder. Or better yet, bite him.” She heard the grin in his voice as he used his other hand to indicate Sparks.
Sparks held up his hands. “Not giving her anything to bite. I like all my parts, thank you very much.”
Despite the flush she felt climbing up her neck, she laughed. And kept right on laughing, even when Tris pulled her mouth to his. “Love that sound, babe.”
He nibbled her lips open and slipped his tongue inside as naturally as if they’d been kissing for years instead of hours. He shifted her on his lap until she was straddling him, her breasts against his chest, her hands in his hair. She was so warm and loose that she didn’t even react when his cock pressed against the vee of her legs, or when he reached down to fumble out a condom from the stash in his pocket.
“Came prepared this time,” he said, his eyes glinting as he held up the foil packet.
“Oh good. Great. Yes. Time for that.” She cleared her throat and looked back at Sparks, needing him to be involved. It was the weirdest thing, this arrangement they had going. As incredible as it felt to have Tris touching her, she needed Sparks there too.
Greedy bitch.
Reading her once again, Sparks came up behind her and tugged up her shirt. Damn thing kept falling down. This time, he was the one doing the offering, pushing her tits together and lifting them to Tris’s mouth.
Tris licked and nuzzled them, his gaze never leaving her face. When his teeth grazed one tight peak, she rocked on his dick, desperate for that friction all over again.
“Unzip me,” Tris said, and his husky voice was like a match for her desire. Making her burn.
She yanked his zipper down and found his bare cock nestled against his stomach, so hard that she had to draw him away from his belly. The tip was damp and hot, and she knew if the lighting was better, she’d probably see that the head was an angry red.
He wanted inside her, and she wanted that too. So much.
It was time.
She grabbed the condom from Tris and leaned back. Immediately, Sparks was there, the support she hadn’t realized she craved. He was so warm and solid behind her, and when he shifted, he was equally as rigid as Tris. But one man at a time. Tris had been patient for hours, and she intended to reward him for his generosity.
Both men’s generosity.
It wasn’t her first go-round at putting on a condom. She definitely wasn’t an expert, but she’d done it a time or three. He hissed as she rolled down the latex, shutting his eyes.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last.”
Swallowing hard, she gripped his cock and rubbed it against her slit, soaking him in her excitement. Her clit immediately responded, pounding with each of her strokes.
And then she went still.
“Need some help, sweetheart?” Sparks’s voice near her ear made her nod gratefully.
She did. She needed some help to get over this last hump, and thank God, he was there. Thank God for them both.
Tris’s heavy lids flickered open as Sparks pulled her back against him, his hand sliding down to hold her thighs open
. His hand was so close to Tris’s cock, but if that bothered either man, she couldn’t tell.
Everything was for her. Her comfort, her pleasure.
Her orgasm, already shimmering just outside her consciousness once again. All it took was the brush of Tris’s cock and Sparks’s careful touch as he prepared her for his buddy’s dick, and she was almost there. Again.
It shouldn’t have made sense. Shouldn’t have worked. This was an activity meant for two, right? Three should’ve been a crowd.
Except she couldn’t have imagined it any other way than exactly this.
Eight
Randy had his hand on Juliet’s pussy, and he was readying her for his best friend’s cock. His own was rock-hard and aching, yet he wasn’t swallowing rage. Wasn’t cursing his lot in life.
For once, he was in the moment. Making her feel good, and oddly, helping Tris to get there too.
Later, he might wonder how the hell any of this had happened. He wasn’t that guy. He didn’t have threesomes, especially with the woman he’d longed for since…well, a damn long time ago. He wasn’t sure if it had happened the first instant he laid eyes on her or when she yelled at him and shoved past him that night at the Blue Rhino, full of fire and fear.
He’d glimpsed her anxiety under the bravado, just as he saw it now. Reading her wasn’t something he had to try to do. He might as well have been patched into her brain. Hooked up in some way that defied science or explanation.
So why didn’t you know this could be possible? That she could see you this way?
There was having a connection, and there was trusting it. He’d wondered if he was imagining their link until they kissed in the kitchen. Then he’d realized he had been right all along.
Which was why he’d agreed to this crazy idea. He had to know. To see what happened between them—hell, between all three of them, even if that concept wasn’t one he readily understood.
Maybe this was just sex for Tris and Juliet, but it could never be merely that for him. Not with her. Perhaps not even with his best friend.
Moments like this held weight. No matter what they believed.
Randy pressed his cheek to Juliet’s and rubbed her clit in slow circles, relishing each stilted breath she took. Her halting exhales gratified him in ways he’d never be able to explain, even if she was just as turned on by Tris.
Right now, it didn’t make a difference. He was with them too, and this experience belonged to all three of them.
As if he’d finally reached the end of his rope, Tris fisted a handful of her hair and dragged her mouth to his. Without hesitation, he drove inside her in one deep thrust.
Her cry wasn’t what Randy had expected. High, thin, breathy, yes. But not full of pain.
Shit.
When she stilled, Randy slid his hand from her mound to her lower belly. She was tense, too tense. She definitely wasn’t moving, and neither was Tris, who had frozen as if he were a deer in a hunter’s sights.
Fuck, could it be possible?
“Sweetheart.” Randy kissed her neck to get her to relax. “Are you okay?”
Her nod was too adamant. “Yes, I’m fine. That felt awesome. Keep going.” She attempted to sort of bounce on Tris’s lap, but his buddy still appeared shell-shocked.
Then his mouth unfroze, though the rest of him did not. He’d turned into a freaking statue, especially from the waist down.
“What the hell? You aren’t—you can’t be—you’re too tight.”
“Sorry not sorry?” She tossed her hair, nailing Randy in the face with a cloud of fragrant softness. “I thought that was a good thing.”
Again, she did one of those bounce-rock movements, nearly dislodging Tris before she slid down his length one more time. Her cry was quieter, probably because she was sawing her teeth into her lower lip.
“It usually is, if the girl isn’t a goddamn virgin.” Tris started to pull out of her and she slammed a hand against his chest.
“No. Wait. We’re doing this.”
“No, we are not. You weren’t upfront with us. You lied—”
“I did not lie!” Her indignation was so sharp that Randy winced, even as his mind reeled.
Confident, flirty Juliet, still a virgin? How could that be possible?
She’d always seemed to have such an ease with men and so much self-assurance when it came to enjoying herself. Randy never would’ve guessed in a million years that she hadn’t experienced sex. At least not the full monty.
“Fine, you didn’t lie, but you also didn’t share a very important piece of information. You know what we assumed.”
“What does it even matter? You should feel honored.”
Tris muttered something under his breath and started to shift away, but he stilled as Randy parted her thighs and rubbed his thumb against her clit. “What the hell are you doing, man?” Tris asked, his incredulity clear.
Randy wasn’t sure what he was doing, but what he refused to consider doing was leaving her wanting. What was done was done.
“Her first time,” he said pointedly to Tris, who shut his eyes and shook his head.
Juliet shifted her hips, already chasing Randy’s touch. But she was doing some head-shaking of her own. “Look, if he doesn’t want to—”
“If he doesn’t want to, I’m going to pull you onto my lap and finish this right.” Randy nipped her earlobe and slipped his fingers lower, sliding on her wetness until he could circle her tight entrance.
Bending his knees, he changed the angle and pushed two fingers into her, nice and slow, allowing her to get used to the feeling again, hopefully without pain this time. From the low whimper she made as he widened his fingers, working them in and out, he wasn’t entirely certain he wasn’t hurting her. But she wasn’t moving away.
Neither was Tris, who was sliding his hand up and down his shaft in short strokes where it curved against his stomach. Not that Randy was checking out his buddy, but he could see the blur of Tris’s hand out of the corner of his eye and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was doing.
What he would need to do soon enough himself if he didn’t get some relief.
Randy lifted his brows meaningfully at Tris. “Let’s try this again.”
He was good with the all for one mentality, and he could also be a gentleman and pace himself. But if Tris wasn’t going to resume what he’d already started, well, then Randy would just have to take over.
Fuck if his dick wasn’t throbbing at the thought.
Virgin or not. Wrong or not. Right now, he couldn’t see through the haze of lust enough to debate with himself. Not when she was creaming on his fingers and wordlessly begging him with those uneven gasps.
Tomorrow would be a whole different story.
Tris’s eyes flickered open, and he stared between her legs where Randy was working her. There was no missing the sounds of her body responding. Or the moans she couldn’t hold back.
“You’re sure?” Tris asked, his voice a hell of a lot gentler than before.
“Yes, I’m sure. And you’re right. I messed up. I’m sorry. I just…” She blew out a breath.
Tris reached up to cup her cheek. “What?”
“I didn’t want it to be a thing. It’s just a technicality, right? Not like I haven’t been close a million times, but—oh hey, don’t stop,” she protested, glancing back at Sparks as Tris started to laugh.
“Free advice, Jules.” Tris shifted forward to roll up her drooping shirt, baring her breasts for a quick nip of his teeth. “Don’t talk about nearly screwing other guys while you have one fingering you and another about to fuck you senseless.”
“The man knows his stuff,” Randy agreed, giving her pussy a quick smack with three fingers.
She took a shuddering breath. “So do you,” she said throatily, as she shot Randy a flirtatious look over her shoulder. “So maybe go back to that again?”
“Hmm. Like this?” Randy drew his fingers along her swollen slit, cupping her heat before ope
ning her up for Tris’s inspection. Not that his friend could see a whole hell of a lot, but her whimper at being exposed to the air was plenty. “And maybe this too?”
He pushed two fingers into her again, moving them in and out fast enough to make her nearly topple forward. She braced a hand on Tris’s shoulder and rode Randy’s hand for all she was worth, any lingering shyness gone.
“Enough,” Tris rasped, nudging Randy out of the way.
Randy was pretty sure his best friend had shoved him away with the back of his hand not his dick, but he couldn’t say for sure.
They were all losing control. All doing things they’d never considered before.
“Ready for me?”
Juliet licked her lips and reached down to help Tris inside. This time, he didn’t go right for the goal, just teased her with the tip until she was crying out for a whole new reason.
He grabbed a handful of her hair and brought her face close to his. “Almost there, aren’t you?”
“Yes. God, yes. Please.”
“When I slide inside, you’re going to shatter for me.” His gaze drifted to Randy while she panted out her agreement. “For us.”
She nodded. “Yes. Give it to me. Just like before, just…slower.”
Tris’s grin flashed in the darkness. “Slow and deep. Got it.” He gripped her hip and inched inside her, his cock separating her flesh so erotically that Randy had to curse and grip his own cock through his jeans. One touch and he nearly spilled into his boxers.
Fuck, they were hot together.
“All right?” Tris asked, and she nodded, still grasping his shoulder.
“Yes. Oh, yes. You’re so big.”
“That never gets old.” Again, Tris grinned, sharing it with Sparks as he wrapped his arm around her waist.
And with one sharp move, yanked her down on his lap while he drove upward. She yelped, but the sound soon smoothed into a low, needy moan as he withdrew and did it again, drawing her up and down his erection.
“Lean on me.” Randy stepped closer and she sagged against his chest. He took the opportunity to fill his hands with her breasts, finally leaning over her shoulder to take a taste. Her nipples were rock-hard, and she jerked as he sucked one into his mouth, then released it with a pop. He did the same to the other as Tristan helped her ride his dick
