Threesome Bonds

by Matthews,Sienna

  But after they'd met Cara and their duo became a threesome, time spent together always involved the three of them (not counting the two weeks when Cara was immersed in her dissertation to the exclusion of everything else, even her lovers), or only Max and Cara because the two of them worked in the same department at the university. When Max had realized this a few days ago in one of his introspective moods, he'd become concerned for his male lover's state of mind. Kyle had never shown by word or deed that he was feeling neglected, but what if he'd buried the emotion and it was there, slowly festering until the day it exploded and their relationship blew up in their faces?

  Max loved Kyle too much to let that happen. The first order of business was to spend more time with his male lover, and Cara's absence tonight was a wonderful opportunity to do that.

  He practically ran to the parking lot for his car, only to remember at the last moment that Cara had driven it to her dinner appointment. He changed course and flagged down a taxi. He didn't want to waste a single moment waiting for the bus and riding it on its circuitous route around the city.

  The fragrant aroma of spaghetti Bolognese greeted him when he walked in the front door. He and Kyle had originally rented the house next door when they'd first arrived, but after they'd hooked up with Cara, they'd decided the best thing would be to move in with her, whose parents owned this house, and to sublet their rental.

  He left his satchel on the sofa and made his way to the kitchen.

  "Smells delicious," he greeted Kyle, who was looking delicious himself in his usual cooking uniform--bare chest, boxers and an apron.

  Kyle's face lit up with a bright, welcoming smile, spatula hovering in mid-air above a pot of red spaghetti sauce. "You're early."

  "I imagined you like this"--Max stepped closer to Kyle--"and I couldn't resist." He hauled his lover close and slid their mouths together, the kiss initially light becoming deep and intense as the seconds passed. His hands roamed Kyle's naked back, gliding over silken skin and the taut muscles of his lover's lanky frame, before sliding down to cup his ass. He pressed their lower bodies together, and they both groaned as their cocks rubbed together through their clothes.

  "Hmmm…I miss you," he moaned into Kyle's mouth.

  Max pushed his tongue into the other man's open mouth and savored the mixed tang of coffee and tomato and something that was just Kyle. It might be cliché, and he might be cheesy to think it, but the thought that passed through him just then was that kissing Kyle was like coming home.

  Something clattered to the floor, but Max didn't care what it was. He just wanted more of Kyle.

  Who was pushing on his chest. "The sauce," he gasped when Max broke the kiss.

  "Not hungry," Max muttered against Kyle's throat, then reconsidered. "Well, I am, but not for food."

  "It'll burn."

  Using one hand, Max turned off the stove, and with the other, he unraveled the apron strings. "Not anymore." He went back for another kiss. "God, I want you." Judging by the hunger gripping him, it didn't seem possible that they had just made love earlier this morning.

  Kyle sighed against his mouth.

  Max threw the apron to the side and kissed his way down his lover's bare chest. "You're perfect. Beautiful," he said reverently and sucked on Kyle's nipples, enjoying his heated groans. He licked Kyle's midriff and lapped at his abs, worshipped every inch of his golden skin. He pushed down the white boxers, and finally--finally--Kyle's thick, hard cock was in his greedy hands.

  Max caressed the stiff rod as he snuck a few more kisses on Kyle's abs. He knew Kyle wanted his mouth on his cock, and while he wanted his lover to feel wanted, he wasn't above torturing him a bit.

  "Fuck." Kyle groaned, tugging on his hair. "Suck my cock," he demanded.

  "Mmmlater."

  "Now!"

  Mentally grinning, Max took his lover in his mouth, every lick and suck worshipping the man he loved. God, he tasted amazing--his musky scent, his sweet flavor, his…. Max grew delirious, wordless as he continued sucking. While one hand held Kyle's dick steady, the other hand played with Kyle's balls, something he knew Kyle would appreciate.

  True enough, Kyle whimpered and thrust into his mouth, commencing a slow fuck as Max tried to take in more of him. He shifted his head in a slight angle and suddenly, the cockhead was touching his throat.

  "Fuck, yes!" Kyle said, his voice rough and hoarse. "God, that feels so good."

  Max almost choked, but he forced himself to relax, enjoying the feel of Kyle's cock moving in and out of his mouth. He closed his mouth a bit and allowed his teeth to rasp over its length, causing Kyle to hiss in pleasure.

  "Enough." With a guttural groan, Kyle held Max's head steady and increased the speed of his thrusts. When the first load came, Max was ready. He swallowed, loving the sweet-salty tang. He was still hard, painfully so, but that was fine. He could handle it.

  His mouth was still full of cum when Kyle withdrew and urged him up, meshing their mouths together in a messy kiss. While kissing, Kyle unzipped him and took out his cock. One touch from Kyle was enough to make his hips thrust forward. One firm caress undid him, causing him to shoot his load on his clothes.

  "Damn," Max said when they broke for air. "Cara's gonna kill me."

  Kyle laughed. "Why don't you start the laundry while I finish cooking? Then let's have dinner and more fooling around in bed after."

  "Deal."

  * * * * *

  Cara meant to have a talk with her lovers the moment she arrived home from dinner, but they were already in bed fast asleep when she tiptoed in. Looked like they had worn themselves out from numerous, vigorous fucking, judging by the tangled sheets. Oooh, there was a candle and two wineglasses as well on the bedside table. Bonding and fucking, the best combination for a healthy relationship. She smiled, readied herself for bed and slipped in beside Max.

  The next day, they woke up late and hurried to prepare for work. The busy day filled with students, homework and exams ensured she didn't have time to think of anything else. Especially when the department head's secretary called, stating that her boss wanted her in his office.

  Cara's heart tripped in trepidation. What could be the matter?

  She knocked once and went in at his invitation. "What can I do for you, Dr. Armstrong?"

  The robust, elderly man came toward her, hand extended, mouth in a wide grin. "Congratulations!"

  "What for?" She shook his hand in a daze, totally bewildered.

  He beamed. "You passed, and best of all, you won the Best Dissertation Award."

  "I did?"

  "Yup. Here's the proof." He turned and reached for something on his desk, which he handed to her.

  She stared at the certificate in her hand, and it was as he said written in gold lettering. "Wow," she breathed, as it all started to sink in. The paper that she had worked so hard on, missing out on sleep sometimes, couple--er, triad--moments at other times, all those sacrifices were worth it in the end. As evidenced by the document in her hand.

  "I'd say that makes you officially Dr. Cara Wilson."

  She turned wide eyes on him. "Wow."

  "Sounds good, huh?"

  "Dr. Cara Wilson. I like it." She grinned at him. "Any promotion, boss?"

  Dr. Armstrong released a bellyful of laughter. "I'll let you know in your yearly review. You'll receive a trophy during the graduation ceremony in…"

  Cara tuned out, though she continued to nod and smile, her entire being already imagining the upcoming announcement to her lovers. When Dr. Armstrong finally released her, she practically flew out of the office and back to the staffroom, where she went in search of Max, who was looking serious as he graded exams in his cubicle.

  She threw her arms around his neck, hugging him from the side. "Guess what? I got Best Dissertation!" Now that the fact was sinking in deeper, she felt her eyes misting.

  "That's fantastic, babe! Congratulations. I knew you could do it." In one smooth move, he shifted his seat backward so she could s
it in his lap, and his arm automatically wrapped around her shoulders. His hand came up and wiped away the tear that had slipped free. "Tears of joy?"

  She couldn't stop smiling. "I think so." She held up the certificate, which she was glad to see hadn't gotten crushed in the embrace. "It looks great, doesn't it?"

  "Yeah." Max returned her grin and took a moment to admire the seemingly ordinary piece of paper. "Dr. Cara Wilson." He lowered his voice. "Hey, we can now play doctor-patient."

  "Just one patient?" she asked in a sultry voice.

  "Hmm, you know there's always two patients at least."

  "This doctor needs to inform the other patient first." She prepared to jump off his lap when he stopped her.

  "He might be busy. I suggest you send him a text. In the meantime…" His mouth crashed down on hers in a celebratory kiss, and Cara gave herself up to it, their tongues tangling in a riot of joy and passion. Their colleagues knew of their relationship, and there was nothing in the university regulations prohibiting them from being together or engaging in public displays of affection, and as long as they weren't too outrageous, the department chair closed one eye to shenanigans. They broke apart when hoots and catcalls penetrated the sexual fog surrounding her brain. That Max was hard beneath her ass made her grin and wriggle her butt.

  His fingers dug into her hips. "Stop that, you minx!" he ordered in a hoarse whisper.

  She decided to behave when their colleagues came over and surrounded them. One of them asked, eyes twinkling, "What's the kiss for?"

  * * * * *

  "Hey, there's my favorite doctor!"

  Kyle swooped in to kiss her the moment they stepped into the house, which smelled of yummy fried chicken, her ultimate favorite food. If she guessed right, there would be cheesecake, too. Her mouth watered in anticipation (or that could be due to the kiss she was indulging in at the moment). Trust her lovers to highlight and celebrate her important moments.

  When they broke apart, she said archly, "You realize it's a Ph.D., and not M.D., right?" Meanwhile, her hands were busy caressing his ogle-worthy bare chest.

  "Sure, Hot Blonde." Kyle waggled his eyebrows. "I still want to play doctor-patient."

  Cara looked from him to Max, who was trying not to grin and failing. "Do you two coordinate your innuendoes?"

  Kyle grinned. "You crack me up, you silly woman."

  "I'll go buy some props tomorrow--stethoscope, white robe…what else?" Max looked at them mock expectantly.

  She threw in a sarcastic suggestion. "Hospital bed?"

  The two men burst into laughter.

  "Where's your certificate?" Kyle strode to the mantel and picked up his camera. "Time to record this."

  Thirty minutes later, he was printing and holding a 4"x6" picture of Cara smiling and holding her certificate in his hands. With great ceremony, he opened to a new page and pasted it, then used a colored marker to write in the date and occasion as a caption.

  Meanwhile, Max had set the table and brought out the dishes.

  "Hmmm…you make the best fried chicken," Cara said as she bit into the drumstick, the chicken so juicy oil dribbled down the side of her mouth. "I've got a great idea. Why don't you open a restaurant instead of selling insurance, which you hate anyway?"

  Kyle rubbed two fingers in her face, the universal sign for money. "Do you have this? I certainly don't. Neither does Max."

  "A university professor?" Cara grimaced. "Maybe if my long-lost aunt left me a sizable inheritance."

  "Do you have one?"

  "If I do, she's still lost."

  The men chuckled.

  Another thought hit her. "How about taking out a bank loan?"

  "And be eaten out by the high interests? Pun intended." Max shook his head. "Not worth it."

  She sighed. "There goes my get-rich-fast idea."

  "Not sure about the get-rich-fast part, but opening a restaurant entails a lot of hard work," Kyle put in.

  Cara waved a hand, the one not holding the drumstick. "I didn't mean anything by it. I just want you to do something you love."

  "Like you and math."

  She nodded. "Yeah." She bit out another portion and chewed slowly. She loved eating at home, being surrounded by the delicious aroma of home-cooked food, the relaxed atmosphere and her lovers. Before they'd lived together, she more often than not subsisted on frozen dinners or bought take-outs or had food delivered. It was easier for a single woman. "How about…" She sent Kyle an uncertain glance.

  "Spit it out," her lover ordered mildly.

  "You know Lynne's boyfriend is rich, and he likes you." They had finally met when Lynne had invited the three of them over to her and Mark's place for a small get-together a month ago. "How about asking him to be a partner? He can put up the capital while you do the work."

  Kyle stared at her, his fork speared with a hunk of beef halfway to his mouth. "You're serious about this."

  "Of course I am," she said, annoyed. "You think I talk for the sake of hearing my voice?"

  "It's a good idea," Max chimed in, after he had swallowed the food he was chewing. "I mean, about Mark Thompson, not the talking part."

  Kyle glanced at them both, brows furrowed. "If I go through with this, I don't want the share ownership to be 50-50. I'd want a bigger say in things, since it's going to be my restaurant, so I may have to put in some capital of my own."

  Cara exchanged a glance with Max and was saying, "We can pool our savings--" when Kyle squeezed her arm for her to stop.

  "I appreciate your support, yours and Max, really, I do," he said. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Let me consider first."

  "Make a business proposal while you're at it," Max suggested. "I'm sure Mark would want to see it."

  "Okay. Wow. Suddenly, I'm energized, you know," Kyle said, laughing.

  She sure did. Because what Kyle was now contemplating was the chance to work with something he was passionate about.

  "Hey, Miss Doctor, not to change the subject, but you get to choose the movie for tonight," Max said, smiling. "Your reward."

  "Wow, last week and then this week again." Cara placed a hand over her heart theatrically. "I'm flabbergasted."

  Tuesday night was movie (DVD) night, and the three of them took turns picking the film. They had a massive collection, as all three of them were film buffs. Normally, she'd make them sit through a rom-com in revenge for the action movies they prefer, but not tonight. Tonight was about reward, after all.

  "Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time," she announced.

  Kyle groaned while Max performed a victorious fist pump.

  "You just want to stare at that actor," Kyle accused, pointing at her.

  "Guilty," she admitted cheekily. "But there's Princess Tamina for you. See? I'm fair and Max's happy with my pick."

  "That's because he's happy with anything fantasy," Kyle grumbled.

  She sent him a sunny smile, because for all his complaints, she knew Kyle was actually happy with her choice, as the actress was his favorite. The proof came when he started making out with her on the sofa while they waited for Max to finish loading the dishwasher. After gorging on cheesecake, of course.

  He started out by drawing her into a deep kiss involving tongues and teeth. He cradled her head and angled her to his satisfaction, making sure she was mindless by the time he shifted his mouth to her jaw and chin. She straddled him, stroking his biceps, and she could feel him growing hard against her pussy, and the sensation excited her, heightening her lust. She allowed her head to fall to the side in order to grant him better access when he started kissing down her throat, groaning when he sucked at the pulsing skin on her neck.

  There was something she wanted to ask him…she had better ask while Max was not around…what was it? What--?

  "Kyle," she gasped.

  He chuckled against her throat. "I'm doing something wrong if you can still think at this point, Hot Blonde."

  "Impor…tant." God, she was so wet. She bet her panties were soa
ked. What could be more important than having Kyle inside her?

  "Okay, what is it?" He lifted his head and waited for her to speak, one eyebrow lifted imperiously.

  "Um…um…" She needed more than one moment to recall her discussion with Lynne the previous night. She breathed deep, because this was important and she didn't know how to approach it, except it needed to be said. So she was just going to put it out there and hope for the best. Who said words were her forte? Now, if this involved mathematical formula instead…. "It's…You're important to us, Kyle, very important. Max and I never mean to make you feel left out; it's just we both work in the same university and we spend more time together…" She rambled on, already feeling the conversation was out of her control.

  If she could describe Kyle's expression, she'd say he looked amused and confused. "Erm…I don't understand where this is coming from. Have I said anything to make you think I feel jealous of the time you two spend together?"

  Come to think of it…

  Cara sighed. "It's Lynne. She mentioned something last night--"

  "Look, I'm happy you two best friends look out for each other, but you know what's been happening with us? You and Max spend all those hours together so that when you come home, you both concentrate on me." He grinned wolfishly. "And I get all the benefits."

  "So…" She worked through what Kyle had just said for the second time, afraid she had heard wrong, afraid she'd misunderstood. It couldn't be this easy, could it? "You're not jealous at all."

  "Not jealous."

  "You don't feel neglected--"

  "Not at all."

  "You're okay that Max and I work in the same place and talk more hours than we or you and him get to talk?"

  "I talk all the time selling insurance. I hope when we get together, we'll do something more than talk." He winked suggestively.

  A slow smile creased her lips. "Well then, lover, it seems you're overdressed for what I have in mind."