by Jayne Rylon
“It’s not you. You’ve never treated me as anything but a brother, more than. It’s the rest of the world that’s the problem.” He glanced up at the two women in the room. Big mistake. Both had giant diamond tears sparkling on their pretty cheeks.
Sebastian released Lynn then clapped Mark on the back in a double-armed clinch; he chose not to think of it as a hug. “I should have seen how it ate at you. I should have stopped it. Let me make it up to you.”
“That’s not necessary.” And impossible. Mark shook his head but Sebastian kept talking.
“I haven’t been able to scrub that night on the jet out of my mind. When you touched me…” Sebastian shuddered. “It drove me insane. Lynn and I have been…fooling around…but it’s not the same. I’m curious.”
Mark hated to disappoint the other man but, no matter how skilled Sebastian might be in bed, he wasn’t going to fix this with a couple of stellar orgasms at the price of Mark’s last shred of dignity.
No way.
“I can’t do that with you.” Mark feared losing his best friend when he saw the disappointment crushing Sebastian. “The thought of being fucked in the ass doesn’t do it for me. I’m so sorry. If I would let anyone, I’d let you. I just…can’t.”
“You still don’t understand.” Sebastian tilted his head then spelled it out. “I’m asking you to fuck me. Please, amico.”
Chapter Ten
“You want me to fuck you?” Mark couldn’t believe his ears.
He looked to Sloan then Lynn to see if anyone else had heard the insanity Bastian spouted, but both women seemed eager for his response. Hopeful and excited.
What the hell? Sure, he’d thought about it a million times since the night six months ago when he’d lost it all over Bastian’s shin, but he’d tried to put it out of his mind, convince himself the thrill stemmed from something novel. Something freaky they’d never tried.
God knew, there weren’t a lot of things left in that category.
But now they both stood face-to-face, giant wood straining the front of their sweats.
“Yeah.” Bastian couldn’t seem to say more than that. Mark couldn’t blame the man. All the extra blood in the driver’s body must have rushed between his legs to produce the mammoth erection tenting the front of his pants.
Holy shit, Bastian wasn’t joking—wasn’t offering simply to make up for some imagined slight. He really wanted to try this.
“Whoa.” Mark plopped onto the bed. Bad idea since it put him at eye level with Sebastian’s full cock. “And you two are okay with it?”
He spun to face Sloan, noting the spots of heat on her cheeks. Her nipples formed visible bumps beneath her nightgown.
Lynn broke the silence. “Sloan and I think it’s one of the most provocative ideas we could dream up.”
“We read about stuff like this but never imagined we’d be…”
“So lucky.”
Now they finished each other’s sentences? Oh fuck, he and Bastian were in deep shit.
“Mmm.” He recognized the aroused moan from Sloan.
The attraction radiating from the three people he cared about most started to affect him. His heart raced, pumping blood to inflate his half-hard cock at record speed. “Tonight?”
“Right now,” Sebastian insisted. “I can’t stand the wait. I’ve been avoiding asking for months. Don’t make me wonder. Yes or no, Mark?”
“Yes.” The word flew from his lips without thought.
Before he could retract it, Sebastian released a stream of curses interspersed with prayer in rapid-fire Italian then whipped his jogging pants to his ankles. He stepped out of the slippery fabric, leaving himself exposed. Not the first time Mark had seen all of his friend, but the only time he’d imagined touching him with intent instead of the contact that occurred due to the proximity of their bodies during a threesome.
Not that those accidental caresses had disgusted him. Far from it.
Sebastian rummaged through the pockets of the garment, tossed a tube of lube on the bed then dropped the pants to the floor along with his shirt and socks, immediately forgotten.
“Come up here, Bastian.” Lynn encouraged her fiancé to climb onto the bed beside her. The sight of their fierce kiss aroused Mark further. He noticed Sloan looking on, fascinated. Her fingers had latched on to her distended nipple.
Oh holy mother of all wicked dreams, this had the potential to be the best night of his life. Still, he refused to jeopardize his budding relationship. “Will this change how you feel about me, Sloan? Us?”
“Only to make me want you more.” She licked her finger then swirled it around the satin-covered point until the fabric grew damp and translucent. “I’m so wet right now I think I need a towel.”
“No.” The objection came from Lynn, startling them all. “I have a better idea.”
She lay on her back on the bed, her feet hanging off the end, her knees bent at the edge of the mattress. “I’m going to suck Bastian while Mark prepares him.”
Mark couldn’t say who groaned loudest.
“Let Bastian take care of Sloan.” Lynn winked at her. “He has a very skilled mouth.”
“Are you okay with that?” Sloan checked in with Mark.
“Dio, yes.” The possibility had him hard as a rock. “Find pleasure however you can. It’s always thrilled me to watch him satisfy our women. I didn’t think I’d be able to share that with you.”
He looked to Lynn, who smiled up at them. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you.” She licked her lips. “You have no idea how bad I want to watch you fuck Bastian. I could come from thinking about it. Hell, I have come while imagining it.”
She slithered free of her dress while they observed then trailed her fingers along the center of her body until her fingers buried in her pussy.
Mark shot a glance at Sloan, impressed to see her taking it all in, not averting her gaze from Lynn. A true connoisseur of all things pleasurable, Sloan seemed to appreciate Lynn’s sensuality.
“You’re lucky, Bastian.” Sloan smiled at his best friend. “Lynn’s one smoking Cougar.”
Sebastian couldn’t answer when his woman crooked her finger. Instead, he jumped to obey her command. He knelt with one leg on either side of her shoulders then fed his fiancée his cock.
Sloan and Mark both stared at the licentious display. When Bastian dipped his torso, reaching behind him to spread his ass, his shoulders hit the bed and he turned his face to rest on the duvet.
“Wow.”
He couldn’t have said it better than Sloan. Nestled in the pucker of Bastian’s ass, an anal plug stretched his friend’s hot hole.
Sloan leaned in for a better view, petting Bastian’s flank as Mark approached the end of the bed. Sebastian moaned when she trailed a finger around the base of the object. Mark wondered what it felt like, so he mimicked her exploration.
Bastian glided his cock between his fiancée’s lips, rocking into Mark and Sloan’s questing fingers on each back stroke. With his free hand, Mark grabbed his cock through his clothes, priming it. The tingle in his balls proclaimed it a bad idea if he wanted to last long enough to push inside his friend’s virgin ass.
“I don’t think I can take this slow, Bastian.”
Mark panted as he tugged on the base of the embedded device. It resisted exiting Sebastian’s clenched ring of muscle until he increased the pressure. Then it slipped free, revealing a spread orifice that tempted him to surround his cock in its heat.
All the while, Sloan riled both him and Bastian with a series of caresses that drove him nuts. When she reached over to pinch Mark’s nipple through his shirt, his entire body sang. She peeked up at him.
“What do you want, Sloan?”
“Can I put you inside him?” She ratcheted his arousal higher with her request.
Lynn moaned, inspiring a curse from Sebastian at the vibration. The tips of the other woman’s fingers came into view as she fondled her lover’s balls.
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��Yes, yes.” Excitement overwhelmed Mark, damning him to immobility.
“Then you better get naked. Quick.” Sloan snapped him out of it.
Mark ripped off his pants as he peeled his shirt away. By the time the cotton hit the carpet, Sloan had wrapped her dainty fist around his shaft and aimed the head of his erection at Bastian’s ass.
He could thrust inside in a nanosecond. The forbidden channel beckoned him, the opening contracting as Sebastian jabbed his cock into Lynn’s mouth with tiny strokes.
“Are you ready?” Sloan took over, pacing the encounter when Mark could not. She painted Bastian’s entrance with the fluid dripping from the head of Mark’s cock then added a generous drizzle of lubrication.
Both men shuddered at the cool gel moisturizing their skin.
“Yes.” Bastian huffed then got bossy, a hint of the man they knew and loved seeping through his submissive offering. “Feed me his cock then put your soaked pussy under my mouth before I explode. It’s not going to be a marathon affair. Not this time.”
“I don’t think you’re the only one about to blow.” All four of them struggled to control their breathing.
When they chatted too long, Lynn reached around and smacked Bastian’s ass. Hard.
“Not helping,” he growled.
“Hurry.” Mark and Sebastian said in unison.
Sloan wrapped her fingers tighter around Mark’s erection then guided him toward his target. He sank the barest amount inside Bastian’s tight, scalding passage and feared he’d shoot right then and there. His head tipped backward and the tendons in his neck tensed until they raised prominently.
When he lodged in the constricting muscle, Sloan encouraged him to reverse his motion then plunge forward again as she glazed him with more lube. The strength of Bastian’s initial resistance surprised Mark. How tight had his friend been before the toy?
The thought made his muscles twitch, ramming him through the final barrier. He sank halfway into Bastian’s ass. Sebastian grunted below him and Sloan whispered soothing praise as she stroked his back, his shoulders, his neck.
Mark infiltrated bit by bit until his abdomen rested on Sebastian’s flank. He couldn’t believe the sight before him—Bastian writhing as he accepted Mark’s entire shaft, surrendering to his wishes. Loving his supplication and begging for more with twitches of his ass. Rampant lust assaulted Mark, driving him crazy with ecstasy. But the fantasy wasn’t complete.
“Sloan, move up there. Let Bastian service you.” Mark fucked Bastian with one long, hard lunge when his Cougar spread her legs on either side of the man’s head.
“Eat her, amico.” Mark fucked steady and strong now, relishing the moans, curses and entreaties that fell from his friends’ lips. “Do a good job and I’ll fill you with my come.”
Sebastian didn’t wait to hear more. He gripped Sloan’s upper thighs and dragged her into position. His lips latched around her clit and he sucked. His throat worked as he flicked his tongue over the pretty pink lips and sipped the honey from her drenched folds.
Without additional direction, he buried two fingers in Sloan’s pussy. Each reintroduction of Mark’s cock into the man’s virgin ass spurred Sebastian to pay it forward to Sloan, driving his hand into her saturated pussy.
“Bastian, you feel so fucking good. So hot. Tight. Rough. Solid. Different.” Mark felt Lynn’s thighs tense at his description. He assumed she played with herself as she sucked Sebastian, his friend…his lover.
Mark decided to torture the woman. Next time he’d ensure she had a ringside seat for the show. “Can’t believe we never did this before. I could fuck you all day long. Do you like it when I ram deep?”
He demonstrated with a couple fierce poundings of his hips, secure in his faith of Bastian’s durability.
Sebastian grunted then devoured Sloan’s pussy, communicating in a primal language they all understood.
“Good. I like banging you hard. You can take it, right, amico?”
The entire bed shook when Lynn climaxed beneath them without warning. She writhed between his legs, inspiring Mark to move faster—vigorous and demanding.
“Shit yes!” Sebastian lifted his head for two seconds. “Use teeth, Lynn. Come with my cock in your mouth.”
Lynn continued to orgasm with round after round of cries and moans. Mark kept fucking, building his pace, his intensity. He wrapped his hands around Sebastian’s waist. So much firmer, wider, than Sloan’s.
Mark didn’t have to hold anything in reserve. Instead, he shuttled inside the smooth tissue, trying to ignore the sweat rolling down his nape with the effort of suppressing his orgasm.
“Oh yeah,” Mark shouted when Bastian’s ass gripped him tighter. “You’re about to shoot, aren’t you?”
He picked up the pace, forging double time into the forbidden territory. The ridge surrounding his cock head snagged on the contracting ring of muscle at Sebastian’s entrance. Over and over.
“Ye—” Sebastian didn’t make it further than that before his entire body halted and he roared into Sloan’s drenched core. He poured his semen down his fiancée’s throat as his ass strangled Mark’s embedded flesh.
The rush of passion would have been impossible to resist even if he’d wished to. Mark clung to his friend, his stare never leaving Sloan’s gaze, and shot everything he’d held inside deep into Sebastian. He released of all the frustration, the inferiority, the jealousy.
He gave Bastian everything and then some, coming until his cream squeezed around his softening cock, creating frothy foam between them. A dribble ran across his balls to the site where Lynn’s lips connected to their flesh. She tasted them both simultaneously.
A final spasm wrung him dry. He blinked at Sloan, needing their connection.
The moment he could focus, their gazes met and held, Sloan cried out. Mark lunged forward, wrapping one hand around her upper arm, tugging her toward him until he captured her mouth in a violent kiss. He covered her breast with his other hand and manipulated her nipple.
Sebastian worked his magic tongue over her clit.
Together they extracted bliss from every pore of her body. Her eyes rolled in her head then she convulsed, spreading her saturation across Bastian’s chin, cheeks and nose. He ate at her for long minutes until her cries subsided.
Then they all collapsed, like a pile of naughty puppies, on the bed. Together.
Sloan and Mark whispered the shared joy of their experience as they snuggled. Lynn and Sebastian relied more on touches to bring them down from the pinnacle of their releases. All four worked together to supply their lovers with what they needed most.
And right now, that was time to sort things out.
Sebastian and Lynn gathered their belongings then hugged Mark and Sloan. They whispered their thanks, promised to return when their friends were ready then headed toward their adjoining room, Lynn carried in the cradle of Sebastian’s arms.
* * * * *
Sloan didn’t know where to start. She’d been so terribly misguided. What would her lover think when she told him how she felt now?
“Mark…” She cleared her throat and tried again but tears filled her eyes anyway. “I made a mistake.”
The euphoria on his face died in an instant. “This isn’t what you wanted after all?”
“No!” She jolted upright then surrounded him with her arms. “That’s not what I meant. I was wrong to ask for time. I don’t need one second longer to know this is what I crave. Forever. I didn’t know what I really needed until I met you.”
“Me either.” Mark nodded. “I can’t believe this is happening. All these years…but it wasn’t until Bastian and I had Lynn and you that we were complete. If Bastian had never met her, if we’d never fooled around that night, if—”
“If I’d come along a few days later, they would have approached you anyway.” Sloan gulped, afraid of risking everything. But she couldn’t assume he’d considered all the options. Finding out later that she wasn’t necessary in the big pi
cture would kill her. So she asked, even though the possibilities terrified her. “Would you like me to step aside? This evening…the magnetism we shared…it could be because of the relationship the three of you have. If you want to be with Lynn and Sebastian, I understand. You have a history with them. I want you to be happy.”
Mark stared at her so long she couldn’t believe he hadn’t blinked, his expression completely unreadable.
“Marco?”
“Thinking.”
“If it’s that hard a decision, I should give you space to make the right choice.”
“If you move one muscle, I’ll put you over my knee right now, Cougar or not.” His intensity surprised and aroused her. “I’m considering my options on how to convince you I could never be happy without you. Fooling around with Sebastian and Lynn is scorching—and yes, more than sex because of our friendship—but I’m not a part of their relationship. And I don’t think they’re a part of ours. Not beyond friendship, respect and maybe some shared pleasure.”
The weight of her anxiety grew lighter in her chest. Could this be real?
“What I feel for you is…bigger than that. Sloan, I love you.”
The rapid tattoo of her heart made it seem as though the organ tried to beat a response in Morse code. “It’s crazy, I know. But I love you too.”
Epilogue
Six months later
Sloan fussed with Lynn’s vintage lace and pearl veil. They waited for the string quartet to begin playing the processional music from their spot at the top of the beach behind Sebastian’s family home on the Amalfi Coast. Sloan couldn’t image a more beautiful place to get married.
“Thank you for sharing this day with me.” She stared at the bright blue sky to keep tears from ruining her makeup.
“If you say that one more time, I’m going to beat you with my bouquet.” Lynn propped one hand on her hip, a knockout in her beaded, white-satin mermaid gown. “I couldn’t imagine getting hitched without you and Mark here. You two are such an important part of our lives. Of us.”
