His, Hers or Theirs--A You Decide Confession

by Lee, Marilyn

  “I was naked when she fell asleep and I’m going to be naked when she wakes up—with my cock buried inside her pussy,” he said and moved towards the bed.

  I knew he was trying to provoke me. And it worked. I grabbed his arm and swung him around to face me.

  He frowned. “What now?”

  “Get out and stay away from her.”

  He stared at me for several moments before he jerked away. “Get a grip, will you? I’m here because she wanted me here. You’re not expected until tomorrow night. So if anyone should leave, it’s you.”

  “I’m not leaving you here alone with her.”

  He smiled suddenly and walked so close I felt his dick against me. “Why not? Afraid I’ll fuck her again?” He took my hand and put it on his cum-covered cock. “Or are you jealous at the thought of her being the one making me come instead of you? Jealous by the thought of instead of your cock in my ass, mine will be in her pussy?”

  Good damn questions. It took me awhile to decide I didn’t want him sleeping with her because I was jealous of her. Not him. And I had never enjoyed touching another man’s cock. I hadn’t enjoyed it with Jeff and I didn’t enjoy it with him. I jerked my hand away. “I gave up all my other lovers for her.”

  “So had I—until tonight with you. Doesn’t the fact that I let you fuck me mean anything to you, Kent?” He reached down to cup his hand between my legs.

  Unfortunately, I did enjoy having males I was attracted to touch my cock. I shook my head.

  He sighed. “I’m not giving her up, but I’d like another shot at taking your cock up my ass. I know I’ll enjoy it more the more we do it.”

  The more we do it. Damn the thought of regularly fucking him held definite appeal. But not at the expense of my relationship with Larrae. If I managed to keep her in the dark about fucking him, I sure as hell wasn’t going to do it again and increase the chances of her finding out. But he was right about one thing. I was the one who should go.

  I hated knowing he’d probably hop into bed with her and drill her pussy the moment I left, but it couldn’t be helped. At least not until I’d made it plain to her that she couldn’t continue to sleep with us both. I turned and walked out of the room.

  He followed me.

  At the entrance door I turned to face him.

  He was still naked.

  And I was still aroused.

  “What do you want?”

  He stepped close and looked into my eyes. “You ask that as if you don’t already know.”

  “Know what?”

  “You practically shredded my ass.”

  And I’d enjoyed every second of it. Despite his whining, I knew he had too or he wouldn’t be trying to entice me into fucking him again. “And?”

  He leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “And I want you to do it again.”

  Of course you do, I thought with satisfaction.

  He slipped his arms around me and ground his groin against mine. “I’d give almost anything to feel your cock sliding up my ass again.”

  Hell. So would I, but that was not going to happen.

  “I want it. Fuck. I need it, Kent. Give it to me.”

  He had a way about him that made resisting him so damn hard. Despite my good intentions, I parted his bare ass cheeks and pressed a finger against his rectum.

  He groaned and pushed down until the tip slid up his hole.

  Unable to control my lust, I pushed him against the wall by the door, forced more of my finger up his ass, and burned his lips with a heated kiss. And wished it was my cock instead of my finger.

  We kissed until he tore his mouth away to beg in my ear. “Give me your cock, Kent. Please. I need to feel it in my ass again.”

  I shuddered. I wasn’t in college any more. I did not have the luxury of several months to get the urge to fuck another man out of my system. This shit had to stop now before I really blew it. I pulled away from him. “Why? You’re not gay. Remember?”

  “Of course I remember. It’s not something I’ve ever needed to remind myself of—until now.”

  Boy did I know the feeling. “And neither am I.”

  “You don’t have to try so hard with me. I believe you—just as I expect you to believe that I’m not. That’s probably why we’re so damned attracted to each other because neither of us is gay. Don’t you think?”

  “I don’t know what the attraction was, but I’m not going to risk my relationship with Larrae to find out.”

  “Was? Really, Kent? What are you? A slam, bam, thank you man and that’s it?”

  “What the hell do you want from me? An ongoing fuck session?”

  He reached out to massage my cock through my jeans. “Why not? Can you think of anything more exciting?”

  Not at the moment. In a perfect world, I might be tempted to agree to try to have my cake and eat it too—as he was so clearly used to doing. However, since the world was far from perfect, I was going to err on the side of caution and not do anything else to endanger my relationship with Larrae. Having risked it so recklessly, I was scared shitless. “Find yourself another man.”

  “Find myself another man? Fuck you! What the hell makes you think I want another man? Do you want one?”

  “No,” I admitted. I just wanted him.

  He jerked his hand from my jeans and gave me a cold stare. “Whatever the hell has happened tonight, it happened because of some dynamic with you and you alone. I don’t want another man. I’m not attracted to any other man. I’m sexually attracted to you. God only knows why.”

  That stung and it shouldn’t have. “You’re sexually attracted to my cock!”

  “It’s not just your cock. Believe it or not, I’ve seen far handsomer men with even bigger cocks and I’ve never wanted a single one of them. I want you. Why? I haven’t got a damned clue. I just know I want you.”

  Even though his words moved me and stroked a chord somewhere deep inside, I could not afford any more sexual insanity with him. “I’m sorry, but tonight notwithstanding, I’m in love with Larrae.”

  He shook his head. “Guess what, Kent? So am I. You have no idea how many women I gave up for her—while knowing she was still enjoying that big dick of yours every chance she got.”

  “Then leave me the hell alone and go back to one of the women you gave up. You’ve had the only shot you’re getting from me.”

  “Tonight wasn’t enough. I want to see you and sleep with you again. I want to spend the night in bed with you and wake up in the morning on my stomach with your rock hard cock already plowing up my ass like fucking me is the best thing since fire.”

  Not quite but it was damn close.

  “Because that’s what you do to me, Kent. You set me on fire the moment I saw you earlier. And I haven’t stopped burning yet. If I don’t get you, I might burst into flames.”

  I swallowed hard, struggling not to lose myself in the allure of his sensual confession. He knew how to close a deal but I couldn’t afford anymore indiscretions with him. “Given the fact that I am in love with Larrae and I don’t want to lose her, there’s not a hell of a lot I’m going to do about that.”

  “While you give it some thought, consider the fact that there’s something I can do for you.”

  “You’ve already done it,” I said, annoyed by his persistence.

  “Are you worried what your daughter will think?”

  “What?!”

  “If you are, she doesn’t need to know.”

  “There’s not going to be anything for her to know!”

  “Oh, come on, Kent. I’m not asking you to become my boyfriend. I just want to know we can occasionally fuck until whatever the hell is happening between us burns itself out.”

  “You leave my daughter the fuck out of this conversation!”

  “Okay. Okay. She’s out of it. No need to take my head off. I meant no disrespect. I know how much you love her.”

  “And how the hell would you know that?”

  “Everything I know about yo
u comes from Rae, who thinks the sun rises and sets on your shoulders.”

  She was so fond of me, in fact, that she was sleeping with him behind my back.

  He went on, almost as if he knew what I was thinking. “She really adores you.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes. Really. I can guess what you’re thinking about her and you’re wrong. Yes, she’s also sleeping with me, but you have no idea how I had to press her. And she just cannot stop talking about you. Need I remind you that it’s your picture on her mantle for everyone to see? Not mine.” He shook his head. “Unfortunately, I think she’s in lust with me.”

  Who could blame her?

  “Lust with me, but in love with you, you lucky bastard. I know she didn’t tell you about me, but she couldn’t stop talking about you to me. It’s always Kent this and Kent that. Even when we fucked, she sometimes talked about you—and not just about the size of that ginormous pole of yours.”

  The thought that she was in love with me, made me feel as if I’d won the damned lottery and softened my anger for her deception. “What’s your point?”

  “You need money to expand your business.”

  Did the whole damned city know that? “And?”

  “And I have it coming out my ears.”

  “Lucky you!”

  He nodded. “Yes. It’s very nice to have all the money you want or need. Both my parents are trust fund babies and I’m their only fair-haired, blue-eyed progeny. I can give you what you need to expand from the interest my own trusts produce without even touching the principle or worrying about getting it back.”

  His words enraged me. I pushed him against the door and pinned him there with a hand on his chest. “Do I look like a damned prostitute to you, boy?”

  He knocked my hand away and glared at me. “I told you, I’m a man. Not a boy. And you happen to be the only man I want in my life and my bed. Why the hell should my offering to help you make you into a prostitute? You need money. I have more than I need. Where’s the problem?”

  “The problem is trying to buy your way into my life.”

  “That’s not what I’m trying to do!”

  “Yes it is and I have news for you, boy. It won’t work!” I jerked open the door and stormed out. It would be a cold day in hell before I stooped to selling my cock for money. If necessary, I could always return to my former job and try to build my business in my spare time.

  Of course I’d have to do it while keeping Larrae so sexually exhausted she didn’t have the time or inclination to go fucking spoiled trust fund boys behind my back. Why the hell had she slept with him? I know I satisfied her in bed—just as she did me. So why the hell was she sleeping with him? I suppose I could understand a one-night stand but why an ongoing relationship? Whatever her reason for sleeping with him, I was determined to end their relationship.

  I inhaled slowly. It might not be easy, but I was confident that now that I knew I had competition, I was equal to the challenge. No one was taking my woman from me—not even the handsome male I still burned to fuck.

  * * *

  Scott

  Afraid she might detect the remnants of Kent’s cologne on my body, I showered and then slipped into bed to spoon with Rae. I thought of Kent and felt an annoying hurt that he was so determined to try to deny what we both felt for each other.

  Who wanted or needed a relationship with a man so sexually repressed he couldn’t admit the obvious? Nothing had changed. I was one up on him. After all, while he got to go home alone stewing about having to do without my ass and her pussy, I got to spend the rest of the night with our lovely woman.

  The only problem with that scenario was that I didn’t want to be one up on him. I just wanted a chance to get to know him and have him as my lover—until the newness of feeling his shaft stretching my ass out of shape wore off.

  I sighed and turned my attention back to Rae. When she woke up, I would be the one lying between her thighs. It would be my cock pumping cum deep into her sweet, addictive pussy.

  Who gave a fuck about a sexually repressed man determined to deny the truth? I had all I wanted and needed lying within the circle of my arms.

  I closed my eyes and pressed against her ass.

  Oh, who the fuck was I kidding? I’d always been a greedy ass bastard used to having it all. Who could resist the allure of having two highly passionate lovers with whom to explore and expand new sexual boundaries? I wanted them both. End of debate and fucking discussion.

  Resist all you like, Kent. That will make the chase more exciting. But I promise I’ll find a way to get you in my bed and deep in my ass again. And I’m going to do it without losing the woman we both love and want.

  The End?

  Marilyn Lee’s Questions to readers

  What, if anything happens next? Does Scott pursue Kent? If he does, is the pursuit successful? Does he find a way to lure the older man into his bed? Or does Scott concentrate his romantic attentions on taking Larrae from Kent? If so, is that effort successful?

  Does Kent find himself struggling to come to terms with the knowledge that he’s lost both of the lovers he wants? Or does he surrender to his hungers and find a way to have them both in his life and bed?

  And what about Larrae? Did she really sleep through the pounding Kent gave Scott in her guest bedroom? What does she want from each man? Will she get it? Do you want to know more about the confident plus size woman who’s managed to keep two sexy men happily coming back to her bed?

  Do you want to see the three of them in bed together? Or would you rather they both kick her ass to the curb and concentrate on satisfying their lust for each other? Or should she be forced to choose between them? Would you like to see a happy ever after ending for all three of them? For two of them? Or would you like a happy for now ending?

  Does the story end here? You decide. Email me at Mlee2057 dot com with You Decide in the subject line to let me know what you think and if you want the story to continue.

  Holiday Heat—Secret Lover Excerpt

  Newly divorced and struggling to lose weight in a bid to regain her feminine self-confidence, Joya Vincent walked into a hotel lobby in Phoenix one Saturday night. She was arriving two days early to allow herself time to unwind before kicking off a three-day business trip.

  She immediately noticed a tall, well-built man standing at the reception counter. The long, dark ponytail resting between his wide shoulders conjured up images of bare-chested Native American males on the prowl.

  When he turned from the counter and picked up the suitcase by his side, she caught a glimpse of dark eyes and an interesting rather than overly attractive face with cheekbones and a skin tone that suggested he probably had some Native American blood. He straightened and started across the lobby toward her.

  With several feet separating them, their gazes met and locked for what felt like an eternity.

  Unable to tear her gaze from his, she tumbled head first into a passionate and powerful attraction that would soon drive her to a level of sexual irresponsibility she’d thought herself incapable of.

  As they drew closer, she smiled at him.

  With a warm smile on his face, he pressed a card in her hand as they passed each other.

  Surprised, she looked over her shoulder.

  He turned to give her a look so intimate and probing, she felt unable to move while he seemed to sear every inch of clothing from her body with his gaze. During those timeless moments, she got high on the certainty that she wouldn’t have to struggle to lose a single inch to keep him interested and aroused.

  It was only when he flashed a slow, sensual smile and turned away that she was able to proceed toward the reception counter.

  An hour later, alone in her hotel room, she turned the card he’d given her over and over in her hand. He’d been on his way out of the hotel so he was from out of town and was probably on his way to the airport. There was no point in calling him now.

  “None at all so there’s no harm in a lit
tle phone flirting,” she told herself and quickly dialed the number on the card.

  A deep, warm male voice answered. “Hello?”

  Are you insane? You’d have a kitten if one of the girls behaved like this. You’re not about to start picking up strange young men at nearly forty-one. Hang up. She moistened her lips. “Caine McGuire?”

  “Finally! Yes. And you’re the lovely woman who enchanted me an hour ago in the hotel lobby.”

  Enchanted him? “Yes,” she admitted. “Joya.”

  “Joya? Your name is as lovely as you are.”

  Oh God. He sounded as if he really meant that. “Thank you. So how was your trip to the airport?”

  “I haven’t made it yet. I’m in the hotel bar.”

  Her heart raced. “You are? This hotel bar?”

  “Yes.”

  “I thought you were checked out.”

  “I am, but after I saw you, I decided to remain here until you called.”

  Not when or if but until. As if he’d known you’d call. Of course he’d known—just as part of her had known she’d call him the moment he pressed his card into her hand. Their meeting felt like a destiny she couldn’t and didn’t want to ignore. “I’ll come down for a drink,” she said.

  “I’ll save you the trouble. What’s your room number? I’ll come up there for one.”

  After her reaction to his lustful look, she knew what would happen the moment they were alone together—if she were foolish enough to be alone with him in a bedroom. Hell, given the way he’d undressed her with his eyes, being alone with him in a hallway probably wouldn’t be wise. “I’ll meet you at the bar in twenty minutes—if you have the time.”

  “I should have left for the airport nearly an hour ago. Since my plane will be leaving without me shortly, I have time on my hands, but don’t keep me waiting long.”

  “I won’t,” she promised and ended the call. Without giving herself time to have second thoughts about what she was about to do, she freshened her make-up and changed into a new two–piece rose colored pantsuit. Certain he was probably six feet tall (give or take an inch), she slipped on a pair of three-inch heels, spritzed her favorite scent and left her room.