His fingers disappeared and without warning his tongue stroked her stinging flesh, teasing her clit for a moment. Then this was quickly replaced by his hand again, and a harder slap this time.
She jerked forward, gasping. She pushed back to her original position and he did it again and again until her pussy became so stimulated and slick with arousal, she was about to beg him to fuck her.
Then before she could say anything, his palm cracked down on her ass cheek. She cried out at the sting and her inner muscles clenched with the need for him to fill her.
She swallowed hard as he slapped her other cheek.
Grae murmured, “That’s it, Paige, look how your skin is turning pink.” He raised his voice a little. “Can you see it, Connor? Can you see how red your wife’s ass is?”
Connor called out, “Yes. Yes. More. Do it some more.”
Grae covered her body with his, bringing his lips to her ear. “Do you want more, Paige?”
She nodded her head, his words and breath against her ear causing goosebumps to break out along her body.
Yes, I want more, she thought. For a moment, she wondered if there was something wrong with her for wanting this so much. Only it felt like more of a deep sting along her skin, and not pain. An adrenaline rush came with each strike of his palm.
The sound of his hand against her skin was sharp, followed by her low moan. The air in the room cooled her heated skin.
Grae smoothed his hand over both cheeks, then kissed each buttock, his tongue swirling over the area where he’d struck her. “Look how beautiful her ass is like that, Connor.”
Paige snuck a peek at the laptop. Connor’s face appeared lax and flushed, his arm moving at a rapid pace, though she couldn’t see lower than his chest.
“Are you going to come, Connor?” Grae asked him.
“Yes.”
“I want you to wait until we all come together.”
“I can’t…”
“You can,” Grae told him, firmly.
Instead of receiving a slap, Grae thrust hard into her, seating himself deep. He grabbed her hips and held them in place as he pounded her hard for a few strokes and then he stilled. He leaned over to trace his tongue down her spine and he kissed the dimples above her ass. “You fit me perfectly, Paige.” He leaned over and whispered in her ear again, “You were made for me.”
He straightened up and separated her ass cheeks. He pumped into her slowly, taking his time, his hips flexing with each movement. He pressed a thumb against her anus, teasing the tight hole. He reached around with his other hand to thumb her clit at the same time.
The pressure from the front, the pressure from the back, and the fullness inside her, all at the same time made her grip the sheets. She closed her eyes as she was pushed to the point of climax. Her body wanting, needing the release, but not wanting to end these sensations so soon.
“I can feel you tightening around me. Are you about to come?”
“Yes. Yes. I want to come. But I don’t want to come either. I can’t get enough of what you’re doing.”
He circled her clit more intensely, then pressed harder against her anus until he pushed past the rim, entering her, his hips pounding a pattern against her ass. “We need to all come together.” This time, he didn’t sound so collected. The strain in his voice was evident. “Tell me when you’re ready.”
Paige grunted in frustration. She was oh-so-ready. She just needed to let herself go. Allow herself to fall off that edge she stood on.
“Connor,” Grae panted. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” was his ragged answer.
“Paige?”
“Yes. Oh, yes!”
“Connor, I’m going to come deep in your wife…Now!”
The intense pulsations of her orgasm made her cry out. Grae stiffened and grunted behind her as he released deep within her.
Then from what sounded like from a distance, they heard Connor let out a sharp curse.
As Grae pulled out, she collapsed on the bed and turned her head toward the laptop. She took a few deep breaths before calling out to Connor, “I love you, baby.”
“I love you too,” he answered, sounding exhausted. “But don’t think I missed that he didn’t use a condom.”
Then he shut down Skype.
“I told you,” Paige muttered into the sheet.
“I’ll handle it,” Grae said before Paige heard the soft click of the bathroom door as he closed it.
Chapter 8
Connor stared at his wife through wide eyes. He’d met her at the front door when she came home from work. He had arrived home from his west coast trip not even an hour earlier.
After kissing the hell out of her, he fought the urge to drag her through the house back to the bedroom to show her just how much he missed her. He’d only been gone for four nights, though, since Grae lived in the house with them, it had seemed longer than normal. Knowing another man had unfettered access to fuck your wife when you were out of town took a little getting used to.
Last night using the webcam had been hot, and it was a good way to stay involved when he was on a business trip. But…and the big but here was, Grae hadn’t used a condom, and it hadn’t been discussed with Connor before it happened.
So, now, he wanted some answers. There would be no better time than the present since Grae wasn’t at the house. “From the beginning, it has been discussed how things need to be kept in the open. Why wasn’t this discussed with me first?” He wasn’t angry about it, but more like disappointed they hadn’t conferred with him.
Paige averted her eyes and reached for the glass of wine on the counter. “It just happened, Connor. I’m sorry we didn’t say something first.”
Not only did she seem sorry, but she also sounded a bit guilty. Maybe this hadn’t been her decision either. “What if you get pregnant?” He wasn’t quite ready to think about Paige having another man’s baby. And he may never be. Logan and Ty had a beautiful child with Quinn, not to mention another on the way, and no one cared who the biological father was. Connor wasn’t so sure it would be so easy for them.
But what the hell? The relationship was way too new to be thinking about pregnancies and children anyway. Who knew, though, maybe Grae was clipped? A temporary sense of relief overcame him at the possibility.
“I’m on the pill,” she reminded him.
“I know. But it’s not a hundred percent reliable.”
“But neither are condoms.”
“But used together—”
“Connor,” Paige said, sounding a little impatient with him. She took a long sip of wine, put the glass down, and came to stand in front of him.
“Paige.” He didn’t want to start an argument. That wasn’t what this was about. He wanted what was best for their relationship, whether it included Grae or not. No matter what happened between the three of them, he didn’t want anything to destroy their marriage, their relationship, their connection.
He reached out and grabbed her arms, pulling her into his embrace. He leaned back against the kitchen wall, holding her tight. “What if you get pregnant and it’s not mine,” he murmured.
“I’m not going to get pregnant, honey. I haven’t gotten pregnant in all these years. The pill has been reliable for me.”
Connor sighed. “You trust him enough to have unprotected sex, Paige? I mean, the three of us are intimate. Are you sure he’s not having sex outside of our relationship?”
“First, you scare her with the possibility of getting pregnant, and now you want to spread doubts of my fidelity?” The deep voice and heated words came from the hallway.
Connor’s heart stopped. He expected Paige to immediately pull away from him, but she didn’t. They both looked over their shoulders to the man in the kitchen entranceway.
“What are you worried about, Connor?” Grae asked, leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. He must have come straight from the gym; his shoulders looked beefed up more than ever. “Why would y
ou think that I’d begin a relationship with you and Paige and then turn around and step out? You two should be all I need. And the same goes for you both.”
Paige smoothed a hand over Connor’s chest before pulling away. “Believe me, the two of you are plenty enough for me. Especially since I don’t want to end up crippled.” She rolled her eyes and chuckled. She snagged her wineglass and took another healthy swallow. She turned to face him. “Connor, Grae and I discussed it yesterday, and I did want to give you the heads up.”
Grae pushed off the wall and entered the room, stopping in front of Connor. The freaking man was so much bigger than him. Connor was no wimp, but he wasn’t a muscular beast either, and sometimes Grae’s presence intimidated him.
Then again, he had to admit it excited him too.
Connor eyeballed the larger man. “You two discussed it but didn’t ask me how I felt.”
“No, we didn’t,” Grae admitted. “And that’s my fault, not Paige’s. I told her I would handle it.”
“Interesting choice of words, Grae. Handle it or handle me?”
Grae tilted his head and brushed a hand over his goatee. “Do you want me to sugar coat it?”
They regarded each other and for a moment, neither said a word. It was a testosterone showdown.
Connor wasn’t backing down. Not here. Not this time. They had been in the wrong, not him.
Grae shifted his weight forward.
Connor held steady, merely inches from him.
Finally, Grae released a breath and instead of backing away from Connor, stepped closer.
Connor could feel Grae’s heat radiate against his skin, even through his clothes.
“I apologize,” Grae said after a moment. “This is all my fault. I should have sought and respected your opinion on this matter.”
Connor’s brows knitted together. What? Did he just win a face-off with Grae? Or was Grae simply trying to keep the peace?
Whatever it was, the power struggle between the two of them was like an aphrodisiac for Connor. And he had a feeling it was the same for Grae.
“Thank you,” Connor said, his voice a bit ragged. Which, of course, had nothing to do with the sudden swell of his cock in his jeans. Nope, nothing to do with that.
The commanding authority that emanated from this man turned him on. It wasn’t only physical power, either. The man had intelligence and wisdom. He was no dumb jock.
“Are you hard for me?” Grae asked, staring down into his face, one eyebrow cocked. Grae placed a palm on the wall on each side of Connor’s head, leaning in even closer.
Connor stared at Grae’s broad lips, remembering how they felt when they were wrapped around his cock. It had been a week since he’d had sex with Grae and Paige. And even though he’d gotten off last night while watching them fuck, it wasn’t the same.
Never the same. He had missed their touch, the feel of their skin, their scents.
“Connor, you didn’t answer my question.” Grae’s words were almost a growl, and his eyes held a look of promise.
Connor pulled one of Grae’s hands off of the wall and placed it over the bulge in his jeans. “What do you think?”
Grae’s fingers cupped him firmly. “I think you’re ready for me to fuck you.”
The blood rushed to Connor’s head. They hadn’t gone that far yet. Grae had been preparing him, and Connor knew it was only a matter of time, but...
Grae wanted to take him. A bit of fear of the unknown swept through him. Connor figured he would have no chance of ever topping Grae unless Grae made him his first.
“Have you been doing what I’ve instructed?” Grae’s lips were barely above his.
One shift and they would make contact. Kissing Grae felt so different than kissing his wife. Paige’s lips were soft and pliable. Grae’s were firm and demanding, like he was. “Yes,” Connor answered softly.
“How long did you go?”
Excitement made Connor tremble. “Over six hours.”
“When?”
“Today,” Connor murmured.
Grae inhaled a deep breath. “When did you remove it?”
“I haven’t.”
Grae crushed his lips to Connor’s, who gasped at the ferocity of the kiss. The other man’s tongue moved hungrily into his mouth, exploring the insides, taking control. Connor moaned, his erection becoming even harder, his balls tightening as Grae pinned him against the wall.
Grae’s cock was a steel rod against him and Connor wondered what it would be like to finally have it deep inside him, instead of the anal plug that was currently there.
He’d done what Grae had instructed, using the anal plug on a daily basis, extending the time, surprised to find that he really enjoyed the stretching, the fullness it gave him. And every time he had inserted it, the anticipation of Grae finally taking him increased. Back on Grae’s boat, he was worried about it. Now, he couldn’t wait to experience it.
“I thought about you all week,” Grae said, his breathing heavy. “Thought about you going through your work day with the plug in. And now…now I can’t wait to have you.”
Connor became a little dizzy as heat rushed through him.
Then Paige was there, her face flushed, her eyes full of need. Her hands cupped each one of their cheeks. “I want to see you two kiss again. You don’t even know what that did to me.”
Connor could imagine how wet Paige was, ready for one or both of them to make her cry out and come.
Connor gripped the back of Grae’s smooth head and pulled him down for another kiss. He caught Grae’s bottom lip between his teeth and tugged before releasing it and running his tongue over the man’s lips.
Grae jerked away but only enough to breathe, “You’re playing with fire, Connor. I may have to fuck you right here in the kitchen, against this wall.” Then with a sudden move, he twisted Connor around and pushed him against the wall.
Connor’s heart was about to beat out of his chest. He braced his hands on the wall as Grae thrust against his ass.
“Jesus, Grae,” Paige whispered.
Connor turned his head to see her.
She had her bottom lip snagged in her teeth, and she appeared to be using the wall to hold herself up.
He understood the feeling.
“Should I strip your husband right here and show you how ready he is for me?” Grae’s breath brushed against Connor’s ear, making him shiver.
“Right here, Connor?” Paige asked him.
Before Connor could answer her, Grae barked, “Don’t ask him. I’m asking you, Paige.”
She looked over at Connor with uncertainty.
Connor didn’t know himself what he wanted at the moment. Here? In bed? Did it really matter? But he could see the concern on Paige’s face because she knew it would be his first time. He actually wouldn’t mind Paige, or even Grae, making the decision instead.
“Bedroom.”
Her voice was so soft, Connor wasn’t sure if he’d imagined it.
“I want you to take him into the shower. I want you to wash each other. Help him remove the plug, Paige. Get him ready for me.”
Connor swallowed hard and nodded. His anticipation was about to be over.
Paige took his hand, squeezing it tight, and as soon as Grae released him from the wall, she led Connor back to the bedroom and into the master bathroom.
She closed the door and turned to face him. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
God, he loved his wife. She was beautiful, smart, and open-minded—the complete package for him. They had fallen in love so easily, almost instantly. When he met her, he knew she was his other half. And here they were trying to fit someone else in. Even though they had discussed this for a long time, the reality was here now that Grae had moved in almost two weeks ago. This wasn’t just a sexual fling with a third person. Everyone was taking it seriously.
He wasn’t going to deny it, there were moments when he had doubts about this whole thing. How could he not? Though now as he st
ood in the bathroom with Paige while they both removed their clothes, he thought about how they’d both been immediately attracted to Grae, even from across the room that night. He realized how lucky they had been that he’d been not only willing to try to become a threesome and not just in bed but in life.
Time would tell how the dynamics of their relationship would evolve. But for now, life was good with his wife. But it was even better with Grae as part of it too.
“Connor?”
Oh yeah, she had asked a question. Paige now stood in front of him naked. He ran his gaze from her long, dark hair at the top of her head down to her cute, polished toenails. It was strange how his brain and body could be so turned on by such feminine features, curves, and softness, while at the same time, also by a man’s hard planes and lines, heavy muscle, and the complete male, domineering attitude.
He slid a hand along her jawline, drawing her close enough to press a kiss softly against her lips. “Don’t worry. I’m ready. I want this.”
She gave him a tentative smile.
He gave her a grin to assure her. “Now, let’s get in the shower and maybe you can help me get the plug out. I’m still trying to get the hang of all this.”
Paige giggled as she opened the glass shower door and turned on the water, adjusting the temperature.
“Oh, you laugh, but seriously this has been quite an experience.”
“Did it turn you on to have it in there?”
Connor watched the muscles in her back shift as she ran a hand under the spray of the water, making sure it wasn’t too hot or too cold. “Fuck yes. It was weird at first, but then I really liked it once I relaxed and stopped worrying.”
Turning back to face him, her expression looked serious this time. She lowered her voice to below the sound of the shower. “Connor, tell me the truth. Do you mind that he’s so demanding?”
Connor felt surprised she was asking this now, of all times. Shouldn’t it have been addressed before him moving in if she was concerned? “No, Paige. I honestly don’t mind it. I thought I might. But so far, I’m okay.”
“Even with that little shit show in the kitchen?”
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