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by Jade C. Jamison


  When Brina first asked him, he had to think about it for a few seconds. He wasn’t sure how he really felt about it. On the one hand, he was glad she’d asked, because it indicated trust and also told him she was being faithful, because she could have easily just had sex with someone else and taken the chance that Nick never would have found out.

  It hurt too, though, and he knew now that Monica must have also felt that way when Brina had asked her to engage in a threesome.

  Nick had to grasp, however, that Brina had never kept her sexual orientation a secret. She’d always admitted to being bisexual, so she had certain needs that he had to admit he’d never be able to fulfill. He was not a woman, and he couldn’t even pretend to be. So, he supposed, if he wanted Brina to feel happy and satisfied, he would need to let the occasional woman into their lives…into their bed. This time, at least, the other woman wasn’t a lesbian. She too was bisexual, so Nick felt like he’d be on more even ground. He’d felt a little awkward with Monica, even though she’d been a real sweetheart and he’d managed to make her come (and she’d done the same for him). He knew, though, that there hadn’t been any attraction there for her—she wasn’t into men; she’d merely done it to keep her girlfriend happy. The chick Brina wanted to bring into the mix played for both teams, though, so it could work.

  Nick agreed to it before he even fully realized it. As he gave it more thought, he let himself get excited at the possibility. He was relieved it was their hotel night (probably part of Brina’s plan), because, otherwise, it wouldn’t have worked out as well.

  He and Brina wound up getting one room that night instead of two, because every hotel night had been spent together thus far. Why change it now? Besides, their relationship was no longer under wraps, and there was no need to try to conceal it. When they got there, Brina had the woman in tow—a young thing named Angie—and Nick probably shouldn’t have been surprised that she looked a lot like Monica. Apparently, Brina had a specific taste in women. The girl was short, platinum blonde, thin, and big breasted. She acted demure too, just like Monica, but Nick knew better. Any woman who could play with two people at once was ballsy, and in a huge way.

  Not that there was a damn thing wrong with that.

  There was one difference between this girl and Monica—Angie had a pierced tongue.

  The only thing he knew for sure was that he wanted to shower before they did anything else. He was particularly grungy after this show and he needed to wash off. He also knew Brina well enough by now to know that she’d want to shower together, all three of them, but he needed a few moments to himself first, a little time to wrap his mind around this. Not the idea of a threesome, because that was nothing new, but the idea that if he and Brina were going to be together for any length of time, he had to accept the fact that, every once in a while, she was going to want to engage in a little three-way play. He had to be okay with that. It was something she needed. It was a huge part of her, and to deny it would be wrong.

  Wouldn’t it?

  He didn’t have much chance to ponder with his heart once the three of them entered the hotel elevator, because Brina decided to start foreplay right then and there. She faced them both, cupping Nick’s package in one hand and massaging it the way she knew he’d respond, and grabbing one of the woman’s tits, and then she brought her mouth down hard on Angie’s lips. Between her hand on his junk and what he was watching, his dick swelled up, causing her to knead it more firmly before moving her lips to his.

  Okay, so maybe he didn’t need to think about it too much. It was just a good time, and his body definitely wanted to take part in the proceedings. If he thought with his dick, he would be fine.

  His heart had no place in the realm of sex and lust. There was no reasoning with those desires. The cock wanted what the cock wanted, and Brina had somehow tapped into that.

  Or maybe they were more alike than Nick wanted to admit.

  No, that wasn’t true. He loved Brina, yeah, but they were nothing alike. He might have often come off as a cocksucker because of his sense of humor, but he actually gave a shit about people. People mattered to him. Much as he cared for Brina, he couldn’t say the same thing about her. She didn’t seem to think about other people’s wants or needs. He’d seen that during his first threesome with her.

  But enough analyzing. Now Angie was kissing his neck just below his ear and Brina was licking the girl’s neck. Nick had a hand around each one’s waist, not willing to start grabbing them all over until they were in their room and he’d showered.

  It wasn’t long before they made it there, unlatching long enough to walk down the hall. It took him longer than the women to get moving, though, because his dick was stiff and unrelenting in his jeans.

  Closing the door, Brina said, “Make yourself at home, Angel.” The blonde started to correct her and Brina said, “Oh, baby, you are my angel tonight. Angie, Angel—same thing, right?” She winked but didn’t give the woman a chance to object. She walked over to the closet and pulled the door open. Then she leaned over and zipped her suitcase open, pulling out a bottle of tequila. “Party time!”

  Nick grinned but said, “Ladies, start the party without me. I’m gonna shower real fast.”

  True to form, Brina said, “Want us to join you?”

  “You’d slow me down. I promise to be fast so we can start.”

  “But what if I need to shower too, Nicky Sticks?”

  It was all he could do to not sigh aloud. “Do you want to use the shower first?”

  “Nah. I’m good. It’s too damn cold to get sweaty…for me, and I already showered this morning.” She kissed Nick on the cheek. He was thinking about how sweet and affectionate—and out of character—that little act was for Sabrina. He was still thinking about it as he saw her approaching Angie as though the woman were prey on an open field, just begging to be pounced and eaten.

  And, if he knew Brina, she was going to do something like that in short order.

  He couldn’t be wistful, couldn’t act melancholy. She’d asked him if he wanted to do this, and he’d agreed to it—maybe not wholeheartedly, but he had given her the green light. He couldn’t mope and cry now. That time was long past. Now he had to join in the fun—or leave.

  No, he wasn’t about to do that.

  So he made his shower short and quick, shampooing his hair and soaping himself down before rinsing off. Once out and toweled off, he even ran his toothbrush over his teeth and tongue a few times. He ran the comb through his hair, the part that took the longest, and then wrapped the towel around his waist, because he wasn’t sure he was ready to be dangling in front of the women yet, especially not knowing what state of undress they’d be in.

  They were still drinking and making out in the middle of the room. Brina was down to her panties and bra, but Angie was still fully clothed except for her shoes. The woman was dressed for a concert—jeans, Last Five Seconds t-shirt, heavy makeup. She was a pretty woman, but Nick only had eyes for his girl.

  Yeah…she was his girl, whether she knew it or not.

  And he couldn’t help it. What he’d been afraid of in terms of this evening—an underlying sense of possessiveness—didn’t surface. Instead, his cock grew hard seeing the women lock tongues. Angie seemed to be getting braver, holding Sabrina’s ass in one hand, her drink in the other.

  Nick wasn’t sure if he should insert himself between them or just sit back and watch, but Brina noticed him. “Come here, lover boy.” She smirked and crooked a finger at him, wiggling it toward herself, inviting him over.

  When he got there, she kissed him hard, shoving her tongue in his mouth, letting him know she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He could taste the other woman on her lips too, and for some reason, that was also a turn on. Then Brina said, “Angie here is going to do a striptease for us, ain’t ya, Angel?”

  Angie seemed a little shocked, as though she didn’t know that, but she took it in stride. “Yeah, sure. You got any music?”

  “
One sec.” Brina walked over to the nightstand and picked up her phone, pulling it out of the dock supplied by the hotel. She swiped at the screen several times and then set it down. “I hope you can strip to Marilyn Manson.”

  Angie swallowed the rest of the liquid in her glass. “With enough tequila, I can take my clothes off to anything.” She giggled, and again she reminded Nick of Monica—there was something innocent about her, something sweet and undefiled, and he almost felt guilty, like he and Sabrina were going to corrupt her.

  But she began swaying her hips, willing to do whatever Brina asked. The brunette looped her fingers in Nick’s hand and said, “We’re gonna get front row seats, baby. Come with me.” For some reason, her calling him baby made his heart swell once more, making him believe she was starting to feel for him the same way he felt for her. It made him feel lightheaded…and lighthearted.

  They got on the bed, sitting at the head, leaning against the headboard, side by side. Brina licked his earlobe and then said, “I’m gonna play with you and you’re gonna play with me while we watch the show. But don’t you dare come. Not yet.”

  Oh, that bossy bitch. He was really starting to love that about her. She enjoyed telling him what to do in bed…and, as long as he got off too, he really didn’t give a shit.

  The girl, Angie…she might have a future as a striptease, because she was sensual. She was grinding against the air much like women who stripped for a living, her movements highlighting every damn asset she had. First Nick was admiring the beauty of her cheekbones and then the curve of her breast, followed by the lusciousness of her hip, the roundness of her ass. She swayed to the music as though it were her lover, making her delight in the foreplay that Nick and Brina were getting ready to enjoy.

  If he’d read his girlfriend right, what she’d meant was that she wanted him touching her while she touched him. So his fingers played with the edge of her panties below her navel while he began nibbling on her ear. Then she turned her head and looked at him with one eyebrow raised, whispering, “Watch. You don’t want her to feel like she’s doing it for nothing, do you?”

  He nodded, properly chastised, and then decided not to fuck around. He eased his fingers under the edge of her lacy red panties, feeling below for the warmth and wetness, because he knew her clit would be there in the midst of it all. When he hit his target, she sighed and opened her legs farther so he had easy access. He felt her tilt her pelvis up too, and she was so fucking slick, he wouldn’t have been surprised if she came in seconds.

  She distracted the shit out of him when she snuck her hand under the towel, though. She grabbed his cock with aggression, and it probably should have made him jump, made him fear for himself, but it didn’t. His cock was quite happy to be pleasured in that way, and it grew stiffer. She moved her arm so that the towel fell off his legs, exposing everything for Angie to see, and Nick figured that was okay, because they were all about to be naked in a minute.

  Oh, God, yes. It felt amazing, but he was having to focus on her clit instead of what she was doing to him, because he wanted to make her feel out of this world. On top of that, Angie had removed her bra and tossed it to the floor, and she was playing with her breasts, helping accentuate their loveliness. Nick couldn’t take his eyes off her large brown areolas that seemed even perkier now that she was turning them hard with the attention she was giving them. He loved Brina’s breasts, but he did miss larger ones on occasion, and this woman’s fit the bill.

  He felt his cock respond to his new state of arousal and Brina moved her hand opposite him and flicked him on his thigh. “Don’t you dare come, Channing.”

  He couldn’t help but grin, but he gritted his teeth and growled at her, pulling his eyes away from the woman doing the striptease. “And what if I do, Moreno?”

  “I’ll make you regret it.” Holy shit, that made it next to impossible for him to resist. He almost wanted to come to see what his “punishment” would be. “And eyes on the show, boy.” Before he could move, she slapped him on the cheek—not hard, but it was enough to get his attention.

  He grinned again and turned his head, just in time to see Angie shimmying her pink panties down her hips. Whoa. The woman had full bush. Nick hadn’t seen a sight like that in a long time, and he thought he would have been repulsed by it, but, oddly enough, he wasn’t. Her hair was lighter colored, just like the hair on her head, and her hips were slim and inviting. Yeah, he wanted to fuck her hard, too. Brina won. She was right. This—engaging in a threesome—wasn’t a bad thing for their relationship.

  His cock throbbed once more against Brina’s hand, and he knew he was close, but he could hold off for a while. Angie began running her hands up and down her sides, moaning suggestively, and walking closer to the bed. Brina smirked and snatched her hand away from Nick’s cock. “Here’s what I want, lovelies.” Nick couldn’t wipe the perma-smile off his face. For some stupid reason, this was way too much fun. She pointed at Angie. “I want you licking this poor neglected nipple,” she said, turning the pointed index finger toward her right breast. “And I want you,” she said, indicating Nick, “licking this other one.” She scooted her ass down farther on the bed so she was lying down, her head propped up by pillows but exposing her breasts more easily.

  Angie sat on the side of the bed and wasted no time obliging Brina. Her mouth was all over that nipple, licking, sucking, nibbling, making Brina writhe and moan and grab Nick’s hair with her left hand as though she were going to pull him down to the nipple she had demanded him to savor. But he didn’t need her telling him to do it. He wanted to and hoped she’d enjoy it more than what Angie was doing.

  Not that it mattered. The ultimate goal was everyone’s pleasure, and he was pretty sure they were all going to get it. He obeyed, licking her nipple around its circumference before drawing it into his mouth, making her moan all over again. They licked her breasts for a couple of minutes until she barked new orders. “Angie, you okay with vaginal penetration?”

  The other woman looked sleepy, almost drugged, but like she was already halfway to orgasm. “Of course.”

  “Then I want you to eat me out, lovey,” she said, and then she looked at Nick. “And I want you to fuck her from behind…so I can look at you—at both of you—when you come.”

  Why the hell did that sound so hot? He knew how that was going to get his girlfriend off. She loved watching shit but she loved an orgasm too—she was getting them both in one shot. He wasn’t sure about Angie, though, but he felt like he was pretty good at reading cues, so he would do his best to make sure she was having a good time as well.

  Angie climbed up on the bed, positioning herself between Brina’s splayed legs, and she wrapped her arms underneath the woman’s thighs so that Brina’s ass practically sat in the crook of her arms. She then rested her hands on Brina’s belly and swirled her fingers, probably adding to the different sensations Brina was feeling. He knew Angie’s tongue piercing was probably the reason why Brina wanted the woman going down on her—Brina was always looking for something new, something different.

  Nick had hoped they would be farther down the bed, but there was no way he was going to be able to stand up doing it, whether off or on the bed. He darted off to the bathroom to grab a condom out of the wallet in his jeans and hurried back to see Brina enjoying the attention her clit was getting from Angie’s warm tongue. He felt like he was already behind, so he got on the bed, “standing” on his knees before sliding the condom over his dick. That turned out to actually be the best position. The way her ass was sticking in the air, he just had to adjust his body slightly to slide his cock in her. She responded immediately, shimmying her underside against his shaft in the same rhythm he was. It made it hard to concentrate.

  He could tell by her breathing that Brina was getting close, but he had no way to gauge Angie. He slid his hand over her hip and her tummy to her slit and then found her clit. He could finger her to pleasure while pounding into her pussy too. He heard her make a tiny noise of plea
sure in spite of Brina filling her mouth, and he could tell by her wetness that she too was close.

  Within seconds, Brina was crying aloud, unable to hold off any longer, clenching her thighs against Angie’s face, and the woman moved one arm to pin one of Brina’s legs down while she continued to lick her. Nick sped up the rotation of his fingers until Angie caved too, moaning and squeezing his cock, and then that was all it took for him to lose it. The added pressure on his shaft made it impossible to hold back any longer, and he didn’t know the last time he’d felt this good, this light, this out of his goddamned fucking mind.

  And while he finished, he opened his eyes and looked at the woman he loved. She was gazing upon him too, and he was pretty sure she felt the same way he did.

  Yeah…maybe Brina had the right idea about sex after all.

  Chapter Seventeen

  THE NEXT MORNING felt awkward. They had fucked off and on all night long, sometimes in pairs but mostly all three together. Finally, sometime around three-thirty, Nick had to call it quits. His cock was sore and probably incapable of doing more, and he was simply dog tired. He needed sleep. They had a day of travel ahead, and he didn’t want to spend the entire day in his bunk.

  He was glad they’d gotten a king-size bed in this room. He’d been able to sleep well, even with the two women in the bed, and he had. He stretched a little and then Brina draped her arm over him, pulling her body up to his back. “Hey, stud muffin.”

  He chuckled. He didn’t know that he quite felt like he’d earned that title. “Morning, gorgeous. How’d you sleep?” He rolled over so he could gaze upon her beauty.

  She kept her eyes closed but she was smiling. “Like the dead, baby. You guys wore me out.”

  “I was gonna say the same thing.”

  “I could still fuck the shit out of you.”

 

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