by Treva Harte
“Absolutely no. Those two words. We stop immediately,” Cole interjected. “God’s truth, Sarah.”
As a safe word, that sucked. But telling Sarah she could pick a safe word right now would send her screaming. He’d already pushed her faster than either of them should have gone. Besides, they weren’t going anywhere that would mean she needed a safe word.
He watched the fight go out of her. She swallowed hard and nodded. “All right.”
Jeff looked over at his boy. Do you know what you’re doing? Because damned if I do.
Cole’s glance over at him was steady, right before he gave that flash of a smile that showed nothing but satisfaction. Then he pulled down his pants and dropped them on the floor. Yeah. At least Cole thought he knew.
If anyone did get hurt, it wouldn’t be deliberate. Maybe what happened next would be worth it.
“Let’s start, then.” Jeff wasn’t sure if that was the bravest or stupidest sentence he’d ever uttered. But gently. They’d start very gently.
He reached for Cole first. She’d said she wanted to watch, didn’t she? And Cole liked people to watch. For once, Jeff didn’t mind. Having Sarah there wasn’t going to break the tension between all of them.
Cole’s fingers dug into his shoulders, and his skin was already slick with sweat. Jeff didn’t have to be careful with him at least. Not now. Not like this.
“Stand still,” he growled without thinking.
Cole stopped, put his hands behind his back, and stood, legs braced and apart, head down. Stiffness eased out of Jeff’s shoulders.
“You can look at me, boy.” Cole tilted his head up. Yes. This felt right. They knew their roles here.
Cole stood absolutely rigid—including that cock of his. Jeff tapped the boy’s balls, enjoying the sucked-in breath Cole took when he absorbed the light smack. Cole’s eyelids were already drooping, signaling he felt the rush immediately.
Fuck yeah.
This was the kind of play Jeff understood. This was the game he’d mastered long ago. Now they’d see if Sarah would play along.
“Oh my God.” Sarah’s choked whisper snapped Cole out of the needy trance Jeff had already put him in.
Shit.
They weren’t doing a scene this time—not exactly. They couldn’t. This wasn’t an audience. She might not know it yet, but Sarah was a participant. A new participant who needed attention.
“Sir? I’m sorry.” Cole deliberately turned his gaze from Jeff to Sarah. He had never lost his focus on his master before, but… This was his Sarah. Their Sarah, if he and Jeff did this right. “Sarah? Are you all right?”
“No. Yes. Um—” Sarah put her hand over her mouth and then uncovered it again. “It’s hot. You two are so hot.”
“On your knees, boy.” Jeff’s hand was on his shoulder, and Cole didn’t resist. Jeff wasn’t going to punish him for reminding Jeff this was about Sarah, was he? He couldn’t do that.
“Jeff!” Sarah protested.
“Be quiet. Cole, face her while you kneel. Take those damn panties off her. No hands.”
Cole could almost hear Sarah’s jaw snap shut, silencing the objections she’d been about to make.
“Yes, Sir.” Cole fought a smile. He could do this. Damn, he wanted to do this. He’d been an idiot to worry. His master always knew what was needed.
He pulled at the soaking scrap of panties with his teeth, then pushed it down her thighs to where Jeff had already left her pants. Finally he licked the cum that had mingled with her own juices.
He could smell her and Jeff as he buried his mouth and nose against her pubic hair. A woman’s arousal smelled different, but it was arousal, and it was good. Good? Better than that. He’d think of the right word as soon as he—
His brain fuzzed for a moment as she shifted against him. He pulled on the fabric with his teeth again, suddenly desperate for an even closer taste and sniff. Her legs were trembling, and he wanted to touch her, hold her thighs against him, but he wasn’t sure how far his master wanted to take the hands-off rule.
Then he sensed her weight shifting. He didn’t look up from his task, but he knew Jeff was behind her. Cole dragged her underwear down to her knees and buried himself in her pussy before Jeff could change his mind and order him away.
“Bend over, Sarah.” His master’s voice wasn’t as commanding as before, but Cole felt her obey immediately. She shifted, putting her hands on Cole’s shoulders, then down his back. Cole didn’t stop tasting, though, even with her change in position. Licking. Loving what he was doing. Dying from wanting more. He sucked on her swollen clit as his master’s cock touched her. Cole breathed hard through his nose, trying for control.
“It’s been a while for me to have two…” For a moment, his master sounded lost. Then he thrust forward and stopped, long enough for Cole to use his tongue on both of them. Cock and pussy, both in his mouth. Cole whimpered at the same time Sarah did. He wouldn’t swear to it, but Cole was almost sure he heard his master moan just a little.
“I don’t believe this.” Sarah’s voice was hoarse. “It’s…amazing. Oh God. More. Both of you.”
“Hands stay off, boy,” Jeff growled. Cole knew that meant not just off Sarah, but off everyone, including his own swollen erection. Cole was already gripping his wrists so hard behind his back they hurt, but now he dug his nails in to keep from reaching out. His balls ached. God, he didn’t know what he wanted to grab more. It might not even be his cock. He had the two people he cared about most right in front of him, fucking, and he was desperate to fondle his master’s cock. Sarah’s cunt. Anything. He’d take anything.
Instead, he pulled on Sarah’s clitoris with his teeth, and she exhaled a long moan. He flicked his tongue against his master’s cock as it slid out, and then as it slid home again.
Cole shut his eyes, forcing himself to not watch, or he would lose control. He could feel the tension winding through him, making it difficult to think, to breathe, to do anything but spew the cum building up inside his balls.
He said no. Mustn’t touch. Mustn’t come.
Sarah gripped his back as if she would fall without his support, and he shifted on his knees. He wasn’t going to let them down. But he was desperate. God. God. He wasn’t able—
She stiffened above him, and he heard his master grunt, hard. Thank you, Jesus. Cole knew what that meant. He’d heard that sound himself, made his master come, sweated underneath him like Sarah. Any minute now.
She screamed, and Cole absorbed the weight of two bodies pressed against him. He endured. He could wait. He could do that…he could…do…
“It’s all right.” That was Jeff. Panting and breathless, but Jeff again. “It’s all right, Cole, baby. Go ahead.”
Jeff hadn’t come. Wasn’t that interesting?
Cole wasn’t exactly sure what he had permission to do, but if he wasn’t expected to serve any longer, he’d please himself. Sarah had eased back onto the floor, still panting, elbows bracing her—not too well—against the rug. So sweaty. So sexy. She smiled at him, looking satisfied and…curious. Still curious enough to want more.
He’d give her more.
Cole was on top of her with that thought, pressing her back down on the floor. First, he kissed her pussy. If Jeff hadn’t used a rubber, Cole would have probably stayed with his mouth exploring her pussy longer, happy to feast on her cunt forever, willing to wait until Jeff came inside her so Cole could lick her clean. After his preview of what it would be like, the idea of tasting Jeff and Sarah together, of swallowing the cum Jeff should have flooded Sarah with, mingled with her juices, made Cole want to weep. Damn condoms.
But if he didn’t keep playing with that sweet pussy, it meant he could be inside Sarah now. He ripped off his clothes, and then slid a condom on his reddened, harder-than-hell erection, shaking violently enough to almost delay what had to happen next.
No more delays. Oh, hell no.
He couldn’t wait anymore. Cole moved farther up her sweat-slick body
and thrust home, deep into Sarah’s wet welcome, before he completely lost it.
Her tight vaginal muscles milked him, and Jeff’s hand was on his ass, spreading him open. Fuck. Oh, fuck! Jeff’s tongue penetrated him from behind as Cole thrust into Sarah.
Cole whined. Sarah’s legs gripped him up above his hips, and Jeff’s head was tight against his ass.
“Go ahead and fuck me, will you?” Cole had just enough breath to say.
Jeff rammed his cock in a half second later. Sarah braced her legs, probably against Jeff’s shoulders, and pushed at the same time. Cole’s body bucked under the twin sensations.
All three of them at last. Everything he’d wanted for days, weeks…since forever. Since before he knew what he wanted.
Fuck! Black spots and white lights danced before his eyes, and he clawed for air—for Sarah, for Jeff—before he exploded.
Sarah cried out, desperately. Jeff screamed in a way Cole could never remember him doing.
Everything shorted out for a long, long moment. Cole sucked in a breath, blew it out. Then he tried to connect his brain cells. But all he could think was how good the two bodies next to him felt.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” Jeff said. “Love you.”
The most important words—and best fuck—of Cole’s life, and he didn’t have breath enough to talk.
“Mmmmph.” He passed out, one hand on Sarah’s breast, sandwiched between his two lovers.
Chapter Seven
It was Christmas. No one had mentioned gifts, which was just as well, since she hadn’t bought any before being shanghaied into the mountains. Besides, a Christmas present didn’t have to bring more presents, did she?
She wasn’t going to mope today. It would be stupid. Fantastic smells were coming from the oven. The sun was shining, and there was at least a foot of new snow on the ground.
“When will you be ready to ski?” Sarah asked.
“But it’s Christmas.”
Ha. Cole obviously still had no clue.
“The snow has stopped, and there’s skiing. What else do you need for Christmas?” Jeff stared at Cole like he’d gone crazy.
“Oh. All right. I guess I can stay here and eat brownies.” Cole crossed his arms.
“What brownies?” Jeff sniffed at the air as if he could nose some out.
“The ones Sarah is going to make before you two abandon me for the holiday.” Cole smiled guilelessly at her.
“Don’t try the guilt.” Sarah was already thinking about ingredients. “And don’t eat them all while you work on your dissertation. You don’t want us around right now anyhow, spoiling your concentration.”
Cole laughed. “I can never fool you.”
“I saw that look in your eye. You’ve thought of something to add to that masterpiece of yours.” Sarah didn’t want to tell him it was a masterpiece already. No need for Cole to get even more egotistical.
“Maybe. I need to do some research on…” Cole shook his head. “You still owe me brownies. You took a lot out of me in bed. I need those calories.”
He batted his eyelashes at her.
“Good Lord. All right. Don’t keep trying to work your wiles on me. I give in.” Sarah couldn’t believe everything was so normal. Her world had spun out of control last night, and now she was thinking about adding nuts to chocolate and mixing them in a bowl.
Worse yet, she could get used to this crazy normal.
Better not.
No one had said anything like forever last night. She was a Christmas present. She needed to remember that. Or more like a temporary loan. No, she was not going to think that way today. It was much better to think about the amount of calories Cole was going to shove into his mouth.
“I guess I can fix something for you while Jeff makes breakfast.” He was already there, starting the coffeemaker and rattling pans. Good thing he’d baked some cinnamon buns last night. Jeff wasn’t good for much of anything until coffee arrived. Of course, caffeine only added to Cole’s perpetual bounce. She didn’t want to know those little quirks about the two of them. She didn’t want to go right to the kitchen and know where the plates were.
What the hell was wrong with her? A minute ago she’d been trying to think of anything but last night. She’d wanted to cling to the normal day-to-day events going on around her.
Damn. There was no hope for her. Now she didn’t want the ordinary. It made everything seem too permanent.
“Oh oh. Sarah’s thinking.” Cole whispered it in her ear, then put his arms around her from behind. “Don’t do it, baby. It’s hurting your head. I can tell.”
“Asshole.” Sarah swiped at one of his arms.
“Maybe. Hey, Jeff! Drink the damn coffee and come here when you’re able to hold a conversation. Looks like we need an intervention.”
“What? Shit.” Jeff poured a cup and walked over. “What now?”
“Sarah.”
The two males looked at each other with that unspoken communication of the Man Network. She’d been left out of the circle again, even with Cole holding her.
Of course she’d be out. It was obvious they loved each other. Jeff had even said the L word to Cole. They didn’t really need her.
“I don’t have a problem.”
Jeff tilted her chin up and studied her face as he yawned. “Is it that we’re not doing anything except ski for Christmas? You have something else you’d rather do?”
Sarah had to smile. “No. You don’t have to make the ultimate sacrifice. I came here to ski.”
“Did we freak you out with the sex last night?” He gulped down some coffee before she replied, as if he already knew the answer.
“Nooo. It was… good…once I got over the shock.”
“Good? Just good?” Cole yelped.
“Shut up, Cole. I’m playing Twenty Questions with Sarah here.” Jeff scowled. “Is this a ‘where are we going next’ thing?”
“No!” Sarah’s face turned hot. “I mean, you’ve been clear. I know where we’re going after this. Back to our own lives, right? Friends and all that, but Christmas is over.”
“Damn, you’re good.” Cole whirled her around so they were face-to-face. “Sarah, it’s not going to work that way.”
I think I could still be just friends with them. After a few months. Or a year. Or…sometime.
“It could.” She knew she sounded too desperate.
“Nope. Because you’re my present and I don’t like giving back my presents.” Cole kissed her neck. “I’ll let Jeff play with you too, though. Even once we get home.”
“I don’t know what that means.” Sarah tried to wiggle free, only to be whirled back again to face Jeff.
“It means you get the third bedroom at my house whenever you want. As long as you want. Up to you, not us. We want you around.” He gave her a half smile as he touched her cheek, very gently, very tentatively.
She wasn’t getting an I love you from the Iron Man, but she had a feeling she was getting everything he was able to give. For now.
“Really?” That was fair. She wasn’t ready to say I love you either. Not yet.
“Of course, baby.” Cole cupped her breasts and bit her earlobe. “We’re not nearly done with each other. I’m not sure I ever will be.”
“I… Well, all right, then.” Sarah knew that wasn’t exactly a declaration of undying commitment. But with these two, it was probably as good as she would get. “If you insist.”
Jeff snorted into the coffee cup. “She’s always going to want the last word. Why the hell did you get us into this, boy?”
“That’s easy. There was no way I could see you with another woman again unless she was Sarah. You need one. Sometimes. She’ll be good for you and me. Because she’s Sarah. I don’t want to be with any woman but her.” Cole brushed his knuckle over Sarah’s face. “Thanks for my present, Sir. It fits.”
Was that a setup? Because they’d answered her questions so perfectly, without her needing to ask. They were probably smart enough to
know just how to tag-team her into believing…and did it matter as long as this was the answer?
“You’re welcome, boy.” Jeff answered Cole, but he looked at Sarah. “Are you ready for more?”
She didn’t know. Taking just one of them on was difficult, but dealing with the two of them long-term? She wasn’t sure she could manage.
Jeff looked at her, deadly serious while he waited. Cole winked at her.
On the other hand, she sure as hell was willing to find out.
“Depends. Brownies and then the mountain for Christmas? I can handle that. Afterward…well, just what are we planning for New Year’s Eve, guys?”
Loose Id Titles by Treva Harte
Carry On
Circle of Three
Cole for Christmas
Leftovers
Never Never Land
Silent Partner: I Heart That City
The Deviants, Vols 1 – 3
The Wildling
Why Me?
Wicked
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The ALPHA Series
Walk Away
Stay
Home
Beg
Heal
Hunted Down
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The CHECKMATE Series
King in Check
King’s Gambit
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The INSIDE OUT Series
Maxxed Out
Inside Daniel
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The QUEEN’S RULES Series
Every Good Boy Deserves Favor
King of the Castle
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“Twelve Nights of Christmas”
Part of the anthology Nicely Naughty
With MaryJanice Davidson and Lani Aames
Treva Harte
Treva Harte lives near a city with many, many attorneys. Thanks to Loose Id and her writing, she is now able to be a recovering attorney and spends her time writing, editing, raising an adolescent, and dealing with a hyperactive husband (he says he's just very energetic.) She is also co-owner and Editor-in-Chief of the e-publishing company Loose Id.
