by Suzanne Rock
“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?
Quinn shifted on the bed and tightened his grip on his lover’s cock. Declan groaned and broke the kiss. “Fuck Quinn, I’m not going to last until the beach party.”
“Me neither.” They stared at each other and for a brief, wild moment, nothing moved. The only sound came from their heavy, erratic breathing. The air was thick and heavy, and sweat beaded on Declan’s brow. Quinn ran his thumb over the tip of Declan’s erection, collecting the moisture forming there.
“Aw shit.” Declan let go of Quinn’s cock. “A quick one to ease the tension.”
Quinn nodded his agreement. Declan pressed his palms against the sides of Quinn’s head and gave him a fierce, hot kiss. There was nothing gentle or affectionate about it, and Quinn was glad. The pressure inside his cock was growing and he needed release as much as Declan did.
Declan kept the kiss going as he rose up onto his knees. Quinn let go of his lover’s erection and fumbled with the elastic of Declan’s swim trunks.
Declan plunged his tongue inside Quinn’s mouth again and again as he eased off the bed. Desire grew like a vine, twisting and weaving through Quinn’s body and leaving him weak.
Declan grabbed Quinn’s arms and jerked him up into a standing position. The movement forced Quinn to let go of his hold on Declan’s swim trunks, but he didn’t mind. Quinn tilted his head, offering up everything he had to his lover.
Declan snaked his arms around Quinn’s body, slid his hands under Quinn’s swim trunks and grabbed his ass. Quinn groaned as Declan pulled him closer. Their bodies were touching now, and Quinn felt the wide expanse of Declan’s chest press up against his.
The world was spinning, and Quinn reached for his roommate’s clothes. He didn’t want anything between them, not even the thin piece of swimwear.
Declan clawed at Quinn, creating painful trails along his ass and lower back with his fingernails. The pain only heightened the pleasure.
Quinn made a low, throaty noise as he pulled away from the kiss and tore off his clothes. Declan did the same and reached for the drawer in the bedside table.
“Declan…”
Declan pulled out a condom and tore it open. “Turn around.”
Quinn obeyed his lover’s command.
“You have such a lovely ass,” Declan said as he ran his fingers along one cheek.
Quinn braced his hands on the side of the bed and arched his back, offering his backside in invitation.
Declan retreated and retrieved something else from the drawer. “You are quite the vision. I’m sure Hannah is going to agree with me.”
Hannah. Quinn closed his eyes and pictured the three of them on the beach together under the moonlight. He heard Declan shut the drawer and open the bottle of lube they kept there for moments like this.
“We’ll have to bring condoms and lube with us,” Quinn said.
“Yes.” Declan slid the lube in between Quinn’s ass cheeks. Quinn groaned as Declan rubbed his finger around the rim of his opening. Fuck, he loved it when Declan did that. Anticipation heightened and Quinn wiggled his hips, silently urging his lover to hurry.
“Perhaps we should bring other toys, too,” Declan said as he inched the tip of his finger inside Quinn.
Quinn turned his head so that he could see his lover. The lean, blond Adonis met his gaze.
“Do you think she’d be into toys?” Quinn’s gaze shifted to Declan’s arm where the tattoo of a heart and the letters QM had been inked. Quinn MacNamara. His initials. Would Declan add Hannah’s initials after the three of them became lovers?
“Oh Quinn, I bet she’s into everything.” Declan pushed his finger in deeper, and Quinn forgot about the tattoo as his mind blanked with sensation. “Relax for me, now.”
Quinn did his best to do as he was told, but he was too excited. The thought of being with Hannah and Declan at the same time was almost overwhelming.
“Hurry,” he whispered.
Declan worked one finger all the way inside. “You know I need to prepare you.”
“Fuck Declan, I’m ready.”
Declan wiggled his finger, causing Quinn to grip the mattress harder.
“Humor me,” Declan removed his finger and then added a second. He worked back and forth, stimulating the bundle of nerves there. With his free hand, Declan stroked his lover’s back, sending trails of fire over Quinn’s skin. “That’s it, open for me, baby.”
Quinn closed his eyes, giving himself over to his need. Pressure built and then dissipated as Declan pushed past the ring of muscle and slipped his second finger all the way inside Quinn’s body.
Back and forth, up and down he moved. Quinn bucked and groaned, but Declan was determined to take his time. Quinn’s aching cock reached for the bed as his lover stretched the muscles deep inside his ass. It felt so good, so right to have Declan buried deep inside of him.
Would it feel just as good with Hannah present?
Quinn didn’t have time to think about it. Declan removed his fingers and positioned his cock at Quinn’s opening. Quinn steeled his jaw as he felt Declan ease the tip inside.
“Relax, you’re too tense.” Declan eased back and then pushed forward once more.
“You just feel so good. I need you.”
“I need you too, but I don’t want to hurt you. Fuck.” Declan eased himself inside a little more. “You feel fantastic. So tight.” Declan eased back and pushed himself deeper. “Imagine if Hannah were watching this.”
Quinn groaned as an image came to mind. “It would be better if she participated.”
“Yes.” Declan drove himself the last few inches home. “Oh God, yes.” Declan curled his body over Quinn’s and grabbed his cock. “Shit, you’re hard.”
“I’m not going to last long,” Quinn admitted.
“Me neither. It’s her.”
“Yes.” Quinn tightened the muscles in his ass and squeezed Declan’s cock. Declan groaned and began moving his hips in short, shallow thrusts, driving himself again and again into Quinn’s backside.
Quinn moved as well, arching and relaxing his back and moving his cock through Declan’s tight fingers. Desire built deep inside his core, and urgency tingled along his spine.
Declan moaned as his thrusts became quicker, harder. Again and again he drove himself deep, each thrust causing Quinn to race closer to ecstasy. Quinn grunted as he slid his cock through Declan’s hand, needing to go faster. He balanced himself on one hand, and covered Declan’s fingers. He tightened Declan’s grip and helped the man stroke his length.
Declan shuddered behind him and thrust harder. “Oh God.”
Quinn steeled his jaw as need rolled down his back, causing the base of his spine to tingle. “I’m close.”
“Me too.” Declan thrusts became more urgent, more erratic. He grabbed Quinn’s shoulder for leverage, and pushed harder. Declan’s nails dug into Quinn’s skin as he cried out with each thrust. His animalistic sounds drove Quinn closer and closer to the edge.
Pressure continued to build, and Quinn gave himself up to the moment. Within seconds he hovered on the brink of something huge, and sensed Declan right there with him. Then he heard Declan cry out his name and felt him shudder behind him.
The energy from Declan’s orgasm rippled through Quinn and drew
him over the edge. Quinn cried out as pleasure surged through his body, numbing his mind and his muscles. Hot come spilled out onto the bed as Quinn’s whole body tingled. Again and again Declan stroked Quinn’s length, drawing out Quinn’s joy and milking every last drop from his body.
For a long moment Quinn lost himself in his orgasm, lost himself in the pleasure and closeness it offered. Then Declan’s hand slowed and the sensations in Quinn began to subside.
“Wow,” Declan loosed his grip on Quinn’s shoulder and rested his forehead along his lover’s spine. “That was amazing.”
“Incredible,” Quinn added.
“And that was just thinking about Hannah.”
“Yeah.” Quinn let go of Declan’s fingers.
Declan straightened and eased himself out of Quinn’s body. “She’s going to be amazing, you know.”
“I know.” Quinn turned and sat on the bed, careful to avoid the wet spot. He watched Declan remove and dispose of the condom. “It’s going to be hard to hold back.”
Declan retrieved his swim trunks and gave Quinn a questioning look. “Who says we have to hold back?”
“She probably hasn’t had two men at the same time before.”
Declan considered his words. “True, I didn’t think about that.”
“She might not want to try it.”
Declan pulled on his trunks and stared at Quinn. “She has to want it.”
“What makes you say that? Because we want it?”
“Good point.” Declan settled himself next to Quinn. “We’ll just have to be very good at convincing her then, eh?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Declan smiled and patted Quinn’s thigh. “Don’t worry, everything is going to work out perfectly. You’ll see.” He stood and went back to the mirror. “Better get yourself ready. We’re running late.”
Quinn watched Declan for a moment as he thought about Hannah. “I hope you’re right.” He met Declan’s gaze in the mirror. “Even if we convince Hannah to have sex with us at the party, she might not want to make things permanent.”
Declan stiffened his jaw for a moment and fire blazed through his blue eyes. “Well then, we’ll just have to make sure that she has the orgasm of a lifetime, won’t we? Then she’ll have no choice but to stay with us.” He tore his gaze away from Quinn and straightened his hair.
“Perhaps.” Quinn knew that sex was only one part of a relationship. The three of them seemed to have incredible chemistry in class, but would it translate to outside the chemistry lab? She seemed so innocent and straight-laced. Could Quinn and Declan convince her to try out their kinky lifestyle?
God, he hoped so.
Chapter Two
Hannah adjusted her sarong as some of the other students helped Professor Kimmel put a pig on the fire pit. As a second year grad student Hannah should have felt more comfortable around the other people in the science department, but the truth was, she hated crowds. It made her feel uncomfortable. It was part of the reason why she wanted to be a chemist, and a big reason why she loved her erotic novels. In both cases, she didn’t have to deal with other people.
“Stop adjusting your suit. You look fine.” Becky poked her elbow into Hannah’s side. “Have you seen them?”
By ‘them,’ Hannah assumed she meant Quinn and Declan. “No, not yet. I’m not even sure that they’re coming.”
Becky frowned. “They’ll be here.” She turned away from the crowd to face Hannah. “So, which one will you go for?”
“What?”
“You know.” Becky gestured in the air with her hands. “Do you want to date Declan or Quinn?”
Both. “Neither.” Erotic romance novels explored many different types of kink, but Hannah had developed a fondness for the ménage. She loved Quinn’s easy laugher, and Declan’s intensity. She felt connected to both of them equally. The thought of having a threesome with them would be like having her most wild fantasy come true.
“Oh, come on. Choose.”
“They aren’t going to ask me out, so I don’t have to choose.”
Becky shrugged. “I just want to know which one will be available.”
Hannah stared at her for a long moment before she realized that her friend was trying to get a rise out of her. She shrugged. “You can have both. I’m not interested in that.”
“Sure you aren’t.” Becky nudged Hannah again. “But if you want to keep your options open, that’s cool. There are plenty of other men here for me to flirt with.” She glanced around the crowd. “Do you want me to get you a beer?”
Hannah followed Becky’s gaze to the cooler on the other side of the fire pit. Two new male grad students—Hannah forgot their names—were sifting through the drinks.
“Sure.” Hannah knew that Becky was only looking for an excuse to dump her and go flirt with the men. Hannah didn’t mind giving her the opening.
Becky flashed her an appreciative smile. “Be right back.”
“Okay.” Hannah settled herself on one of the rocks and watched the small group adjust the pig over the pit. She wasn’t much of a meat eater, and the sight of the poor animal turning over the fire didn’t change her mind in that regard. It was a good thing that she ate before coming to the party.
“Is this seat taken?”
Hannah looked up to see Greg, another grad student, staring at her. It was hard to hide her disappointment. Where were Declan and Quinn?
“No.”
Greg settled himself next to her. “I don’t remember seeing you here last year.”
“This is my first time.” Hannah scanned the crowd. Greg was nice enough, but Hannah didn’t really want to make polite conversation, and she wasn’t quite sure how to get rid of him.
“Really?” He inched closer. “Well, you can stick with me. I’ll help you navigate the festivities.”
Hannah smiled, not wanting to be rude. “Okay.”
“Do you swim?”
Hannah frowned. “Isn’t the water a little cool this time of year?”
He shrugged. “Not if you just want to stick your toes in. Come on.” He stood and held out his hand. “Let me show you. It will be fun.”
Going with Greg would mean leaving the crowd and going off alone with him. She didn’t want to do that, but didn’t know how to blow him off politely. Maybe she could go for a quick walk, and then plead a headache and go home. Yes, that was what she’d do.
Hannah glanced around the fire-pit one last time. Her heart sank when she didn’t see Quinn and Declan. They weren’t coming. What a wasted evening.
“Sure,” she said, not sure what else to say. She took Greg’s hand and let him lead her away from the crowd. They walked a short distance across the sand in silence. She tried to pull her hand away, but he held it fast. She felt awkward and confused. He smelled like cheap beer and had this look in his eye as if she were a piece of meat, not a woman. By the time they reached the water, she became desperate to get away from him.
He took a swing of his beer. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”
“Thank you.” Hannah noticed that he had led her quite a distance from the crowd, far enough not to be seen by others. She suspected that the crashing waves would hide her screams, too.
“Maybe we should head back.” She liked Greg well enough, but there was something about him tonight that made her uncomfortable.
“Not just yet.” He stopped walking and pulled her closer. He nodded to the horizon. “Pretty, isn’t it?”
“It’s a lovely sunset, yes.” A wave crashed, and cold water washed over her toes. Hannah yelped and jumped back.
“I’ll save you.” Greg dropped his beer, swooped in and put his arms around her waist. He picked her up and carried her out of the reach of the water.
“Could you put me down?” She pressed her palms against his chest.
“Why don’t you give me a kiss first?”
She smelled the alcohol on his breath and guessed that he wasn’t working on his first beer of the night. Greg
had always been nice to her, and she guessed that it was the alcohol talking now more than anything else.
She needed to get away from him before things got out of control. “You know, I don’t think that would be such a good idea.”
“Come on, just a little kiss. You know you want it. You wouldn’t be wearing that sexy bikini otherwise.” He set her down on her tiptoes and tightened his arms around her waist, trapping her. “Admit it. You chose it because you wanted to turn me on.”
“No.” Oh God, why had she let Becky convince her to buy the bikini? She should have taken the black one-piece. Hannah pushed against his hairy chest as her panic wrapped around her lungs and made it difficult for her to breathe. “Greg, stop.”
“Come on, I see how you flirt with Declan and Quinn during chemistry lab. I know that you’re trying to make me jealous.”
“What?” She turned her head away as he tried to kiss her. “What are you talking about?”
“You wear those tight tank tops and flowing skirts, then practically rub yourself up against the exchange students, teasing the rest of us in the class. We all know how much you want it.”
“No.” Had she really acted so loose around Declan and Quinn? They must have thought she was a tramp, some cheap fly-by-night floozy. Tears stung her eyes as she struggled in Greg’s grip. “Let go of me.”
“Come on, one kiss is all I ask.”
“No.” Adrenaline surged through her body and she remembered Becky’s words. Seize the moment. No one was going to help her out here by the water. She had to help herself. No longer could Hannah sit back and let others dictate her life. She had to take charge, or end up having sex with some drunk in the cold ocean.
Hannah brought up her knee hard and fast, hitting her attacker in the groin. Greg grunted, doubled over, and whimpered. Hannah stumbled back.
“I’m not having sex with you, Greg.” She started walking backward toward the party. “I’m not having sex with anyone.” She wiped the stray tear on her cheek and glanced over her shoulder. The party was in full swing. Music and laughter filtered down over the sand dunes to where Hannah was standing. She didn’t want to be around other people, especially people who thought she was an easy lay, like Greg suggested.
