by Cari Quinn
The fact that he had a hard time picturing her alone was pushed aside. Self-examination was for wusses. Here and now, he had a sweet little pussy that he wanted to control. Not his own brain. Asking questions was trouble.
He started walking, even if his cock was so strangled, he was afraid it was in peril. He wanted the cover of night, and no one else around. He wanted to get home.
“Tug her nipples. I want them red. I want to hear her crying out because she can’t stand another touch.”
Juliet’s chest rose quicker as her breath shuddered out.
Randy obeyed. He rolled the tight little tips, then tugged and released, over and over again.
She moved restlessly, closing her thighs and opening them to find some sort of relief.
“Sparky, drape her knees over your thighs. I don’t want to miss a thing.”
Randy shifted her into position and she arched, already hopelessly aroused.
“That’s my pussy too. Remember that when he’s touching you.”
She nodded. “Yours,” she mumbled. “Both of yours.”
One of Randy’s hands wandered to her belly and down to her slit.
“I didn’t say you could touch her pussy yet.”
Randy’s fingers curled into a fist, but he returned to her heavy breasts.
Tris paused at the exit. “How do they feel?”
“You know damn well how they feel. Soft as heaven. A perfect handful.”
“Look down, man. She’s so wet—all because of us.”
Randy’s gaze stalled on her breasts as he manipulated each tip. The rose deepened to a raspberry as Juliet’s hips gyrated with each tug.
“Please.” Juliet’s back bowed. “I’m going crazy.”
“Then you’re in trouble, babe. Because I’m just getting started.” Tristan slapped the bar of the heavy exit door and crossed the parking lot to his Jag. He unlocked it and eased in, his dick on goddamn fire. As soon as he sat down, he popped the top button and his zipper for some room.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Giving Chef junior a little breathing room.”
She swallowed and opened heavy eyes. “Let me see.”
Tristan’s hand tightened on his steering wheel. This wasn’t about him. It was about her. He wanted to see her break. To get a secondhand high from watching her fly.
“If you won’t let him touch me, at least let me see your…” She hissed out a breath and Randy tugged harder.
“That’s it, Sparky. Leave a mark.” Tristan shifted in his car. “Taste her neck. Drag in that dark plum scent of her until your damn head spins. It’s almost as delicious as her pussy.”
Randy groaned, but his mouth went to work on her neck. He grazed his teeth up the elegant column of her throat and nipped her earlobe.
“Suck. I want to see a mark. Show it to me.”
Her breath came through the car as he turned it on, his bluetooth instantly engaged. Probably not a good idea. How the hell was he going to drive all the way home with that surrounding him?
Tristan set his phone in the holder next to his steering wheel. Juliet shuddered, and every little hitch in her breathing came through as clearly as if she were in front of him.
Randy finally pulled back.
“Let me see,” Tristan said. His voice was all bass, thick with reaction already. And he hadn’t even seen him taste her, take her, fuck her yet.
Juliet turned her head.
“Closer,” Tristan said.
She leaned forward until her chin and neck filled the screen. The skin was already bruising nicely. Little pockets of purple on her golden skin. She rocked forward again and again.
“No.”
She moaned.
“No fingers, no denim assist. I’ll let you know when it’s time to come.”
She licked her lips. “Then at least let me see you, Tris. Is your cock hard?”
“As a goddamn pike, babe.”
Her lashes fluttered low as she looked down. “I miss that taste. I love how your cock fills me up. My mouth, my…”
“Your what?” he asked.
“My pussy. You stretch me so good. I wish you were here. I want to take you both.” Her pupils were practically blown wide with lust.
“Jesus, yes.”
Randy tugged her back, his hands wrapped around her breasts. “You want us both? At the same time?”
She nodded. “Yes. So much.” She rolled her ass along the front of Randy’s jeans. “So much.”
Tristan knew she was on edge. She didn’t know what she was saying. It was the endorphins talking. But he’d remind her and he’d damn well make sure he collected on that particular fantasy.
“Rand, dip your fingers inside her. Is she telling the truth?”
Randy’s fingers tightened on her breasts for a moment before he finally let one go and trailed his way down her abdomen, past her flat belly to the dipping curve of hair.
Juliet stilled.
She was so fucking swollen. Her lips puffy with need. Randy’s forefinger and middle finger eased in. The wet sound of her body sucking him deep made Tristan drag in a breath.
“Taste her.”
Randy’s gaze snapped to his. “How much do I get to taste?”
Tristan reached into his jeans to grip his pounding cock. “Just your fingers.”
Randy’s jaw flexed.
“For now,” Tristan amended.
Randy brought his slick fingers toward his mouth, but Juliet grabbed them. She put them in her mouth and sucked them clean. Tristan dragged his cock out and squeezed harder. Christ, that was hot.
But she wasn’t through. She dragged Randy’s head down for a hot kiss. Tristan could see their tongues twining around each other until finally Randy sucked hers deep into his mouth, as if he couldn’t bear to give up an ounce of her flavor.
Tristan shuttled his hand down his shaft.
He was losing control.
The heat that bloomed between them was burning too hot. The acid wash of jealousy threatened the pleasure that he was witnessing, that he was following with his own hand.
“Randy, lay down. Twist—yes, like that.” Randy shifted until he was lying on the couch with Juliet straddling him. She knelt on the couch and crawled up to kiss him.
“Jules, I want you to lay along the top of him, but the other way, your head at his feet, but don’t turn over. Stare at the ceiling. I want him to have complete access to you.”
Juliet turned to the camera. “Denying him?”
Tristan grinned. “If I can’t come in you right now, neither can he.”
Randy groaned, but he dragged her down until her pussy hovered over his mouth. He spread her legs wide until her knee draped over the back of the couch, and her other leg dangled down to the floor.
“Perfect.”
He could see everything.
Tristan fisted the base of his cock. He was so fucked. How was he going to watch and not jack off?
He let his cock go, and it slapped up against his belly. He scrubbed his palms down his thighs, then wrapped his fingers around his steering wheel. He needed to cool off.
“I have to drive home. Sparky, your assignment, if you choose to accept it, is to give Juliet as many orgasms as you can during my drive.”
“Oh, God.” Juliet’s voice was thready.
“Are those my only instructions?” Randy’s voice was muffled by the close proximity of her pussy.
Damn, Tris wished he could switch places with his buddy right now. Tristan’s mouth watered at the memory of her flooding his tongue, of her kneeling and staring up at him as she took him into her mouth.
Tristan stared at the roof of his car and took a slow, deep breath. “I don’t want quiet orgasms. I want her thighs shaking and my car rattling with her screams.”
“Oh, fuck.” Juliet turned to face the lens. “I’m going to get you back for this.”
“You’re going to enjoy it thoroughly. And when you get home, it’ll be me doing an
instant replay of every fucking move.” He shoved his car into reverse and shot out of the spot and down the winding parking structure.
He glanced at his phone as she keened out Randy’s name. The slick sounds of her body and Randy’s tongue and fingers drove him mad. Tristan took every turn too hard, or too fast.
Each time she broke, he felt it in his chest. Her throat was hoarse with cries of Randy’s name, his name, God, and the holy trinity.
Randy was a fucking demon. Every time Tristan glanced down at the screen, he saw a writhing Juliet rolling her hips against his mouth. His best friend’s fingers peeling her wide open to get to every last inch of her.
Tris had never hated and loved his car so much right then. The audio was of the highest quality, thanks to his high end stereo system. It had been amazing to listen to live tracks, and albums, but this? The in-stereo clarity of her moans…
Yeah, he was going to go mad before he got to his loft.
He punched it to ninety on the highway and flew down the exits to the Hollywood Hills.
“I’ve lost count, Jules. What are we on?” Tris asked.
“Fuck you,” she said and bowed up off of Randy. She tried to pull her legs together, but Rand clamped a hand on each of her inner thighs and held her open.
Randy sounded like a drowning man.
If only Tristan could be so lucky.
He slammed his head against the headrest as he waited out a light. His gaze drifted to the screen and the aggressive way Randy took hold of her. So easy and gentle until he simply wasn’t.
Juliet flipped both of them to their opposite sides. Randy became the starving, growling wolf, and Tristan could think about nothing but giving.
He was terrified he was going to give too much.
This couldn’t be forever.
He was already the extra wheel in this relationship. Juliet deserved a good guy like Randy. One who would always place her first.
Not a selfish bastard like him, who only thought of his career, his restaurant, his easy life.
This was an aberration.
He couldn’t sustain something so complicated. He didn’t want to.
Liar.
He ignored the little voice that echoed in his head when he was feeling his weakest. This was a blip on his radar. A moment longer than any other woman had managed, but still only a few weeks.
They were all just enamored with the orgasms, that was all.
The light flicked green and he weaved in and out of traffic on the Strip to his turn off. The huge battered brick building came into view. A stone and brick box that shouldn’t be beautiful, except it was to him.
Inside, he'd created a home in the ruins of an old place. He’d been there since the lofts had been renovated and sold. His first space that he’d owned outright.
Now he’d started to share it, not just with Rand but with Juliet too.
He parked and snatched the phone off the holder, then he got out and slammed the car door. “How many,” he asked again.
“Six,” she said on a reedy breath.
“Well, Sparkplug, you have approximately four minutes to wring one more out of her. Then you can fuck her.”
Jules arched up. “I can’t.”
Randy sat up slightly, changing the angle of his mouth as he lapped at her clit. Jesus. Tristan opened the front door and swiftly stalked down the hall to the gate in front of his elevator. It was late. Thank God there was no one around.
He definitely didn’t need one of his neighbors to show up and ride up in the elevator with him. He slammed down the gate and slapped the lever to the third floor.
The screen in his hand drew his gaze right back again. Juliet had reared up to hold on to the arm of the couch, and her knees gripped the sides of Randy’s head. The guy was probably suffocating, but what a fucking way to go.
She was curled over him, her knuckles white with her hold.
“Let it go, babe,” Tristan crooned.
She arched back and gave in. Her scream was low and held a wildness that Tristan wanted to swallow down. He wanted it filling the rafters of his house. He wanted to soundproof the whole damn thing so he could hear that very scream every night.
She tore herself away from Randy’s mouth and inched down his chest to his belly. She flattened her palms over his chest and shook. Her whole body trembled as she tried to curl into herself.
“Fuck her.”
Juliet’s and Randy’s gaze shot to the phone.
Tristan shot through the gate to his apartment. He dropped his keys twice trying to get inside. He pressed his forehead against the huge steel door. “Just do it.”
Juliet pushed back her wild hair before looking down at Randy.
Randy sat up and flipped her onto her back. There was a feral quality to his friend’s gaze. His green eyes were wide and wild.
Tristan knew the feeling well. Getting his cock into Juliet’s clasping, perfect body was the closest thing to nirvana on this earth.
He jammed his key into the lock this time and pushed open the door, slamming it behind him. He tore open his jeans and released his cock as he strode down the hall to his bedroom. If he didn't relieve the pressure soon, he was going to go mad.
After snatching his iPad Pro off the dresser, he transferred the call to the larger screen. Juliet’s body was slick with sweat, and her pussy was soaked. She was so ready.
Beyond ready.
Tristan threw the iPad down on the bed and peeled back his boxers and jeans to his thighs.
“Put a condom on him.” Tristan’s voice was guttural with need and another emotion he didn’t want to study.
Not now.
Not here as he watched them.
She reached over to the table. Smart girl had come prepared when she’d gotten her tripod.
Randy’s arm shook as he held onto the couch. “Wait.”
“Do it,” Tristan growled.
Juliet looked up at Randy. She lifted herself up enough to swipe her tongue over the head before taking him in hand. She drew the latex over Randy’s engorged cock. The head was purple even through the condom. He’d been denied for almost an hour now.
Rand was a goddamn rockstar.
“Drag your cock over her pussy lips and then let me see you slowly sink into her.”
“Not without you.” Her whispered voice broke through the haze in his brain.
“What?”
Her eyes were hungry, but she stopped everything to look at Tristan. “We’ve never done it without you.”
“The pictures.” Tristan slammed his mouth shut. The green-eyed monster threatened to split his chest open and let them see all his secrets.
“He touches me. We’ve made each other come.” She lifted her hips. He could tell how much she wanted Rand, but she didn’t move any closer. She reached up to cup Randy’s face with a gentle smile before turning to Tristan. “But not this. Not without you.”
Tristan pushed his hair back. His chest burned. Not without him. They’d waited for him. “I’m here. I might not be in that room, but I’m here. Fuck her like I would, Rand. Take her hard and let her know how much you can’t resist her perfect body.”
Her perfection, period.
The woman who forced him onto his knees too goddamn many times.
Randy stared at Tristan for a hot second. His eyes were bleak at first, then filled with understanding.
This thing between them didn’t make sense, but it was all they had right now.
Rand nodded and surged forward, driving her up the couch until Juliet had to grab the arm to push back on him.
The slap of skin and her shudders put Tristan front and center in the scene before him. He fisted his cock, pumping with every stroke Randy made.
Tris reached back to grab his T-shirt and pull it over his head to cover the bed. His release flared as hot as a caramelizing torch. It skinned him alive as he watched Randy lose it, watched Juliet curl around him, legs and arms until they were a tangle of skin.
; His cum splashed over his T-shirt and his hand. A groan tore out of his chest and Juliet’s name spilled off his lips.
When his brain stopped buzzing, and his peripheral vision came back, only the sound of labored breaths filled the space. Tristan crumpled his T-shirt and tossed it into his laundry basket before he crashed onto the bed.
Jules pressed her forehead to Rand’s.
He should be at her back.
He should have taken her ass while they were so incredibly in sync.
But he was five endless hours away.
Tristan’s gaze tripped over his huge empty bed. He couldn’t watch anymore. Not when his fingers ached to touch her, to smooth her skin and cuddle her from the back like he always did.
He and Randy never seemed to have trouble with her between them.
The stolen touches were one-sided this time.
“When are you home?”
Not home. This wasn’t home.
He bit his tongue before he corrected himself. Don’t make it look like a big deal.
It wasn’t a big deal.
Juliet turned slumberous eyes his way. She reached over and unclipped the phone from the tripod. “Tomorrow. We’ll be home around dinner.” She laid her head on Randy’s chest, putting both of them in frame.
“Good. I’ll see you then.”
She frowned. “Tris?”
He forced a smile. “I had the longest damn day, and you just wrung me out. Besides, you need your rest. I intend on remedying this solo thing tomorrow.”
“If you’re sure.”
Tristan nodded. “Sleep well, babe.” He waggled his eyebrows at Rand. “Night, man.”
Randy didn’t say anything for a minute. His gaze intent, he nodded. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”
Tristan ended the call and flopped onto his back. “Fuck.”
He wasn’t sure fuck was a strong enough word for this situation, but it would have to do.
Twenty
It had been a weird week.
Period. End of story.
Juliet still couldn’t wrap her head around it. When she and Sparks had gotten back to Los Angeles, Tristan had been a frigging beast. She was pretty sure her sister was going to look at her funny when she got off the plane.
Possibly since she was walking bowlegged.
