Zach began to fuck her mouth with slower, steadier strokes, like he was almost there and determined not to lose it just yet. He was making a show of it, like he was performing for the camera.
Eventually, Ric stalked forward, treading quietly on the balls of his feet. He came right up to the bed, and stood just behind her.
Kara itched to turn around, but she didn’t. She kept on sucking Zach and working her fingers in his now rather tight hole.
‘Mind if I take a picture?’ Ric asked. Before either she or Zach had a chance to respond, the flare of the camera flash lit up the dingy room. ‘Very nice. Very nice.’ He bent to whisper in her ear. ‘I’ll bet you’ll want a visual record of this, won’t you, Kara?’
Lord knows why the devil had his camera with him. She couldn’t recall seeing it earlier, but it was possible that Ric had been carrying it with him. Maybe he did so on most occasions. That seemed the sanest explanation. She didn’t want to think too hard about what it would mean if he’d gone home to collect it before coming here. He couldn’t know that this was what he’d walk into. Then again, was it so very difficult to predict? They were all playing games with each other. He knew she was intrigued by the idea of them all getting it on together. What other conclusion would you reach?
‘Where do you keep your stockings?’ Ric asked.
Like she was in a position to answer with Zach filling her mouth! Not that it mattered. Ric found them quickly enough himself. He used two of them to tie Zach’s wrists to the bed, but not without a fight. Zach squirmed, trying to fend Ric off, but unable to move very much without dislodging her hold too.
‘Calm down, Zach,’ Ric coaxed. He stroked his hand across the stubbly line of Zach’s jaw. ‘You’ll upset the lady, and from what I can see you owe her a thank you, not a tantrum. Stand still and let her use you. Now, what’s my intended part in this, official biographer? Or were you thinking of something more involved, Kara?’
He’d obviously decided the set-up was her doing. In part it was, but it was a mistake to believe that Zach had been cajoled into this, or forced into this position under duress. She hadn’t coaxed him here so they could all play nice together and prove that there were no hard feelings about the fact that they were all fucking each other. Rather she’d agreed to help him shag Ric into a state of emotional vulnerability in the hopes that he’d open up and admit to feeling something a little more enduring than lust.
Ric climbed on to the bed. He knelt behind Zach and then reached around him to explore his tightly puckered nipples and the washboard planes of his stomach. He no longer held the camera, yet its flash still lit the room at regular intervals. Ric’s fingers scissored around the base of Zach’s cock, so that her lips kissed the digits as she sucked him.
Kara sat back on her haunches for a moment to look at the two men together. She’d not yet seen them properly intimate, despite Ric having given Zach a blowjob in her presence. ‘Either do him or me. I’ve no preference over which.’ That was a lie. Right at the minute, she wanted to watch.
‘What about you, Zach?’ Ric tickled the shell of Zach’s ear with his tongue. His words were husky and low. Kara felt their vibration through Zach’s body. ‘I’m guessing by your earlier reaction that you’re not so keen on me getting my kicks with Kara. On the other hand, you wouldn’t have invited me here to stumble upon this little rendezvous without anticipating me joining in.’
‘You gave me your word,’ Zach grumbled.
‘What can I say? She’s hard to resist. Almost as hard to resist as you are.’ Ric pulled himself closer to Zach, so his chest aligned with Zach’s spine. Although he unzipped his fly and exposed his cock, there was no way he could easily penetrate Zach, because of the position of the footboard to which his lover was tied. ‘I guess this isn’t going to work. Besides, we ought to establish certain things from the start. Like the fact that I’m going to fuck Kara and you’re going to have to deal with it, same as I’m going to have to deal with her fucking you, if we’re going to turn this into the threesome Kara so desperately craves.’
Ric returned to the floor. He left his fly undone and continued to stroke his rapidly thickening shaft as he looked around at the room. After a moment he smiled, picked up the dressing-table stool and moved it alongside Kara. She released Zach in order to lie on her stomach across the cushioned pad, from which position she could still reach Zach and did.
Zach’s generous lips were pulled into a tight moue. He seemed trapped and slightly bewildered. ‘Zach,’ she coaxed. ‘Relax, it’ll be fine. Let him have his way – for now.’
He gave the briefest nod. Tension still ran through his muscles as she returned her fingers to his arse and applied her tongue to the task of relieving his frustration. She tried not to give Ric too much thought as he positioned himself between her spread legs. She couldn’t help smiling, though. Hell, she was getting what she’d been fantasising about ever since he’d shown her those pictures her first evening on the island.
Ric didn’t remove any of his clothes, though he made a great show of lifting her nightshirt, folding it back neatly, in order to expose her plump rear. His thumb quickly found her heat, dabbing into the thick pool of moisture there. ‘Wow, you’re really eager for this,’ he purred.
‘So do it.’
‘For God’s sake get on with it.’ Zach bit his lip.
Ric teased her, rubbing his glans up against her pussy lips and pressing hard against her swollen clit, until she was jiggling in order to capture him. ‘Aa-ah! I want to hear you both say please.’
‘Fuck you!’ gasped Zach.
Kara responded by lavishing even more attention on Zach. He was running really hot now; straining, it seemed, towards a release that wouldn’t come. He screwed his eyes closed tight.
‘Up and forward a little.’ Ric advised her. ‘It feels like a little swelling against the wall. You don’t need to go too deep to hit it. He’ll feel better once he’s come. He’s going to burst some blood vessels if he doesn’t do so soon.’
Kara eased her fingers back a bit and concentrated on what she was feeling. She knew the moment she hit gold, because Zach bucked so hard he nearly knocked the stool over and her with it.
‘Godammit!’ he swore. There were tears in his eyes. Kara gently took him in her mouth again, before caressing the pleasurable spot. Simultaneously, Ric increased his stimulation of her own sweet spot. Her clit had grown impossibly tight and a knotted band of heat encircled her abdomen. He hooked a hand beneath her so that as he drove his cock inside her, filling her deeply, she rode against the heel of his hand. Kara started to come at once. The flare of her orgasm surprised her. It washed over her, so that her inner muscles clasped Ric tight. His pace remained constant. ‘Finish him,’ he insisted. ‘And make sure you swallow his come. Spitting gives entirely the wrong impression.’
This was not how it was supposed to be. He was not supposed to be trapped like this. The aim was to push Ric into a position of emotional vulnerability. Zach would have cursed Kara roundly if not for the fact that she was doing such a magnificent job of sucking his cock. The woman had the mouth of a goddess. Dare he think it, but she had more talent in that department than Ric. As for the torture she was putting him through with her stroking … He was so damn close to fucking exploding he thought he might damage himself. Only Ric’s nearness and the fact that he was inside Kara held his orgasm at bay. He just didn’t like seeing it. He appreciated the contradiction: he had no qualms about subjecting Ric to seeing him with Kara, but watching them together, no matter that he was involved, hurt, like someone was stabbing goddamned lancets into him. Curious, then, that he remained so hard. He’d never considered himself quite so masochistic.
Zach cautiously peeped beneath his eyelashes, bracing himself for the vision of their bodies working in unison and praying his erection didn’t nosedive. It didn’t, but then maybe it couldn’t. At least some of sex was mechanical, and rubbing his G-spot pretty much guaranteed a climax.
The
vision wasn’t nearly as bad as he’d anticipated. Kara lay spread between them like a sacrificial offering, or perhaps a conduit, and while Ric’s cock was buried deep in her cunt, his attention was focused wholly upon Zach.
Ric beckoned him with a slight tilt of his head. This perhaps wasn’t the time for deep apologies, but when their lips met, Zach knew that Ric cared. He knew it because even though the contact was brief, the resulting sizzle lit fireworks across his body.
‘You know, you had me worried there,’ Ric said.
‘Good,’ Zach murmured against Ric’s lips. He goddamn ought to have been worried. He’d been ready to call a day on whatever it was they had, and go home to mourn it. Only the fact that his van had broken down had kept him here. Well, that and Kara’s powers of persuasion.
‘You know she doesn’t have to come between us.’ Hah! Kara was hardly the main issue. He’d realised that. If not Kara, Ric would be fucking someone else. At least Kara appreciated him too, and swore she wasn’t trying to usurp him. She just wanted some fun.
‘Unless you pull out, I think there’s a very good chance she will,’ Zach quipped. A tight smile stretched his cheeks, which Ric reciprocated. At least he understood that they’d called a truce on the subject. They both glanced down at Kara, but only for a second, and then they were kissing again as deeply as they could, given their awkward positions. Somehow it didn’t matter that they weren’t pressed tight against one another from lips to shins. Desire still rode Zach hard, making him jerk and strain against his bondage. ‘Let me go.’
‘I will, once you’ve come. You accused me of being jealous of you being with her. I want to make it plain that I’m not. I think it’s fabulous. You look fucking hot, Zach. Feel what she’s doing to you.’
He already did, but Ric’s words seemed to magnify the effects. Suddenly, it was all too much. He came hard into the warm willing cave of Kara’s mouth. His knees threatened to buckle, so he locked them tight and clung to the bedstead.
When Kara released him, a trickle of his seed rolled down over her chin. She wiped it off slowly. Ric had stilled. He stepped away from her, his cock still potently erect. ‘Unfasten him,’ he said.
Kara leapt to the task of unknotting the nylon ties. ‘What now?’ she asked.
Zach ignored her. He crossed straight to Ric’s side, bent and licked his shaft, which tasted strongly of Kara. He wasn’t sure why that made it more erotic, but it did, enough that his spent cock perked up a little.
‘Much as that’s nice –’ Ric said, his hands repeatedly mussing Zach’s hair, ‘– I think we both know what we’d rather be doing, and I’d lay money on Kara being just as eager to see it.’
Zach sat back on his haunches and looked up at his lover. He glanced very briefly at Kara. Could he do it? Could he allow her to be part of what he had with Ric? Discussing it was one thing; doing it was another matter. Apprehension and something else, something that felt rather like excitement, rippled beneath his skin. It wasn’t news to him that he had a bit of an exhibitionist streak. He’d learned that years ago when Ric had started taking photographs of him. But this took things further than that. This was about exposing himself at his most vulnerable. He couldn’t hide what he felt when Ric was inside him. Then again, maybe if she witnessed that, Kara would finally understand what this whole endeavour was costing him.
He slowly rose to his feet. He didn’t cross to the bed. Instead, his unsteady legs carried him to the broad squishy loveseat that occupied the corner of the room. Rather than sitting, he waited for Ric to catch up. ‘Above or below?’
‘Let’s get you warmed up and then we can switch around.’
As if he needed much warming. His cock already jutted out from his loins, half-hard. Zach knelt facing the chair back, his arse pushed slightly up and out. He froze into position the minute Ric’s large hand touched his cheek.
‘Do you own any lube?’ he asked Kara.
‘Sure.’
Zach kept facing the wall, though he could hear her fumbling about, throwing open drawers looking for a bottle of Super Glide. She gave a small squeal of delight when she found it. Every muscle in Zach’s body tensed as he waited for Ric to pop the lid and make use of the shiny gel. Excerpt, godammit, it sounded as though Kara had taken over the warm-up routine. Zach’s teeth scraped back and forth across his lower lip. Too bad that he couldn’t close his hearing off too, so that he didn’t have to listen to the appreciative murmurs Ric was making and the slick slide of Kara’s hand around his cock. A jet of relief punched through his guts when he heard them part ways. Kara shimmied into the corner, so that she appeared on the other side of the chair, facing him, her body wedged into the angle of the dingy walls. She’d stripped completely naked, leaving only a very thin gold chain that encircled her neck and ran into the valley of her breasts.
Ric patted him gently. ‘Ready for this? Remember to breathe.’
Zach kept on holding his breath. He dipped his head so his brow rested against the back of his hand, unable to do this looking straight at Kara, for all that her nipples were pointed straight at him, and she was very cheekily wetting two fingers in her mouth to masturbate with.
Ric slid into him super smoothly, to nobody’s surprise, given the warm-up routine. Still, that first moment bit at his nerve-endings and made his insides fizz. Only after a few strokes did he dare peep above the chair back to see how Kara was taking this.
By rubbing frantically at her clit and pinching her own nipples was how. He gave her a nervous grin that she returned threefold.
‘Tell me how it feels,’ she asked.
‘You know how it feels. You told me he’d had you like this.’
‘Yes, but I want to know how it makes you feel.’
‘I don’t suppose anyone is interested in how it feels to me,’ Ric remarked.
Zach exchanged grins with Kara.
‘We know you’re in it for the thrills,’ Kara said. ‘Therefore I can figure out what you’re feeling all by myself. Hot. Tight. His muscles squeezing against you, both drawing you in and threatening to push you out.’ She leaned closer, dipping her head down to the level of Zach’s, before gently brushing her lips against his. ‘Tell me, Zach. I know you’re feeling more than mechanics. How does he make you feel?’
He didn’t normally wax poetic, but there simply wasn’t any other way to describe it. ‘Like a star about to turn supernova,’ he confessed. ‘There’s so much energy that I can’t control it, I can only cling on and hope I don’t get too bumped about by the ride. He’s inside me, as deep as he can go, and it’s heaven and hell on so many levels. I want it. I want more of it, and yet part of me longs to hide and resist that need. God, Ric! I need you deeper.’ He pushed back against Ric’s thrusts, trying to satisfy that desperation. Instead, Ric withdrew. He stepped several paces back from the chair, with his hand clasped around the base of his cock. His expression settled into tense, nervous lines.
‘Get off the chair,’ he demanded.
Zach did as instructed. Kara too wriggled out from her corner. ‘What’s wrong?’ she asked.
‘Nothing.’
Ric sat on the empty chair with his thighs widely spread. ‘Come here, Zach. If you want me deeper, you know this is the way to do it. Then you’re in control. How much of me you take is entirely up to you.’
‘Yes.’ Zach wetted his lips. ‘Yes, it is.’ It was.
He lowered himself slowly, so that he took Ric’s cock one glorious inch at a time until his body had swallowed the whole and Ric’s balls tickled the smooth stretch of skin beneath his own. Zach braced his hands against the chair arms and used that leverage to rise and fall upon Ric’s cock. Yes. Fuck, yes. That hit in all the right places. He started floating, his eyes wide open, but not seeing a goddamn thing. The head of his cock now slapped against his abdomen after every jerk, the shaft having grown fully hard and achy.
‘Ease off.’ Ric began pushing against his back, but Zach maintained his motion. Let Ric come. Let him lose contr
ol for once. ‘Jeezus, I’m going to … Fuck!’ His words faltered, and were superseded by a string of ardent gasps. Zach felt his lover’s release deep inside his body. It was almost but not quite enough to tip him over. He realised as Ric pushed him away that here was one good … no, very good reason to have two lovers, because Kara was already on the floor just where he fell, her legs spread wide, and her cunt completely welcoming. He entered her in one rough thrust, dragging her to him, so that their bodies were locked together with no spaces between. Her arms surrounded his neck, her legs crossed behind his back. Zach drove into her with every ounce of strength he’d got, until he was totally subsumed by the moment. When they came, it was both together, their cries drowning out one another. In the silence that followed, Kara rubbed her nose against his cheek.
‘It’s not so bad, is it, the three of us together,’ she said.
‘It’s interesting,’ he conceded. It’d take a while to sort out his true feelings from the jumble of emotions currently warring in his head. One thing he did know, his problems wouldn’t be overcome by dawn or by making a fuss about sharing.
Zach raised his head to find Ric still in the chair. His grey-blue irises were no more than slivers of silver around his huge pupils. Although he was smiling, Zach could see the storm clouds roiling beneath the surface. They’d face some sort of reckoning after this. He just wasn’t sure how that would play out. Ric felt something about this arrangement. What that was, Zach remained uncertain about, but they’d all had each other now. There was no going back. He had to believe in this arrangement in order for it to work.
Could it work?
Could he finally trap Ric in a triangular cage?
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The thing about waking with someone was that it fostered closeness. Zach knew it because it was another of the intimacies Ric refused to indulge, yet here they were, nestled alongside one another in Kara’s monstrously oversized bed. Ric lay on his side, facing away from Zach with a deep space between them, as though he’d consented to be here but couldn’t tolerate the notion of being touched while sleeping.
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