by L. E. Harner
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Carter put his hand under Christina’s head and supported her neck while he rinsed the shampoo from her sleek curls. She was beautiful. Her breasts were full, and her dusky rose nipples pebbled as the air hit her wet skin. His gaze lowered to the triangle of trimmed, dark hair. He couldn’t believe he wanted her so badly after what he’d done with Cade this morning. His hands began to trace over her skin while his mind tried to make sense of what was happening.
Cade had fucking rolled him! He’d watched Cade roll plenty of women over the years. The dates would start casually enough, but Cade would give Carter a wink and then turn on the charm. Soon his date would be eating out of Cade’s hand, giving him anything he asked for. Yesterday morning, Cade had discovered Carter’s own secret lust and now he was rolled, just like all those women, his own desires used against him. Had Cade given that little wink to Christina before he’d turned the charm on him? Shit! He’d given Cade a blow job! And goddamn if they both hadn’t loved it.
Christina moaned under his ministrations, and he turned his full attention to her. He lowered his mouth to lick water droplets from her breast before he pulled a nipple deep into his mouth. She had been a surprise last night. She’d liked it when he bit, and she moaned with pleasure now. He pinched and twisted one nipple while nipping and licking the other.
Carter heard Cade enter the kitchen, and he felt a thrill run through him at the thought of his friend watching him with Christina.
“Is she washed?” Cade asked, his voice hard.
“Yes,” he answered, suddenly uncertain.
“Get out of the tub, Christina, and bend over the counter. Carter, get in the tub and wash yourself. I’ll deal with you next.”
Carter felt a thrill of desire race through him at both Cade’s words and his tone. He sounded pissed they’d started without him.
Christina did as she was told, and Carter could see the goose flesh as the air hit her wet body. He slid into the warm water, not even questioning Cade’s order. Cade took a towel and gently dried Christina. She trembled slightly under his touch, but she didn’t turn around.
“We have new rules for the rest of the weekend,” Cade said. “I’m taking charge of all our activities. You don’t fuck each other when I’m not in the room. You don’t even look at each other. No one comes unless I give permission. Is that clear?”
Before either of them could answer, Cade’s hand shot out, and he slapped Christina hard on the ass.
Carter started to rise. Fuck. What had gotten into Cade? He couldn’t let him treat Christina like that.
Cade turned on him. “Stay the fuck in that tub,” he said calmly. “If you get up, she’ll pay. Now do you both understand the rules? No one does anything without my permission.”
Whack.
He slapped Christina’s other ass cheek. Carter could see the big red palm prints on her golden skin, and he could see something more. Christina was so wet with desire it was dripping down her thigh. Oh, fuck. This was turning into a real fantasy weekend, and Cade was making sure they all had their secret desires met.
Carter met Cade’s hard stare. “Yes,” he whispered, and his cock went rigid.
Cade moved Christina to the side of the counter and pushed her hips onto the countertop, refusing to let her stand. He pressed her breasts against the cool granite with her face turned to look at Carter. Then Cade set a plastic shopping bag on the counter. Even from the tub, Carter could see Christina’s blush.
Cade reached into the bag and brought out a lopsided hot pink plastic saguaro cactus. It was about nine inches tall, and the center stem, from the base to the tip was longer and thicker than the arms that curved upward. One arm was slender and almost as long as the first. The other was short and covered with nubs.
Carter fought back a laugh as he realized what it was. A desert-themed dildo! Not just any dildo, mind you, but a triple threat, with an anal probe and clit stimulator.
Cade set the dildo in front of Christina’s face, and she closed her eyes in embarrassment. “Did you really think this would take care of your needs?” He plunged a finger into her pussy.
Carter could feel her humiliation. It poured off her in waves. Cade’s fingers worked her, gliding in her wetness as he continued to torment her about the toy. When he slapped her ass again, Carter’s cock twitched.
God.
Cade seemed to know it, because he turned his steady blue eyes on Carter. “Come here.”
He stood, his erection straining forward, and reached for his towel.
“Leave it. I’ll dry you,” Cade said. “I want you behind Christina. Take her toy and bring her.”
He stepped behind Christina and hesitated.
Cade didn’t hesitate in the least; he swatted Carter’s ass. “I know you, Carter,” Cade said quietly. He wrapped a hand around Carter’s cock and roughly brushed the towel over his legs. “There’s a darkness in you just waiting to get out. I’m going to give that to you this weekend. You’re mine, Carter,” Cade said, his voice just barely above a whisper. A long pause, then, “Slap her ass.”
Carter’s hand raised and came down on Christina’s tender ass, and he grew harder. How had Cade known?
“Again,” Cade whispered.
The slap made a loud crack in the quiet kitchen. Christina moaned loudly, and she squirmed on the counter.
Cade’s voice was a seductive whisper in his ear. “Feel how wet she is.”
He slipped one finger, then two inside Christina. Cade was right: she was sopping with desire.
“No,” Cade’s voice cracked as Carter began to pump his fingers. “Not that way. I want you to use her little toy. But first, prepare her ass.” He slapped a tube of lubricant on the counter next to Christina’s face.
Carter squeezed some of the gel between her cheeks and began lightly stroking a finger over her opening.
“Oh, God,” she whispered, and her whole body convulsed.
“Have you ever done this before?” he asked softly.
She closed her eyes and wet her lips. “No.”
“I’ll be as gentle as I can.” He slipped the tip of his finger into the opening.
Christina gasped sharply, but her ass pushed up from the counter, seeking more. Carter worked the lubricant in and out, slowly feeling her muscles relax. He looked up at Cade, who was watching with hungry eyes.
“Do it, I want you to bring her now,” Cade said.
Carter wished his cock was getting buried inside one of those holes, but he trusted Cade. He knew he would have some of her soon. He lined the probes up with the appropriate openings and slipped the dildo inside. Christina moaned loudly as he worked the dildo, sliding it almost all the way out before slipping it back in. He could see her ass clutching at the narrow probe.
It made him a little weak in the knees to think about taking anything up his ass. He’d never tried before, and Cade’s promise to fuck his ass this weekend echoed through his mind.
“Turn it on,” Cade ordered, breaking into his musings.
Carter slid the switch into position, and the pink cactus began to vibrate. He would have laughed except for Christina’s screams of pleasure as the probes hit home.
Chapter Seven
“Are you okay, Chrissie?” Cade asked, holding Christina tight against his chest. He stroked her dark curls and pressed kisses to her forehead. God, that had been hot watching the two of them. He wasn’t finished yet. First, he needed to make sure Chrissie was okay with what happened. He wasn’t worried about Carter; he’d loved every minute of it. So far, anyway.
Now that it was Carter’s turn to bend over the counter, Cade could see the tension in his back. He was about to get a lot more tense.
“Oh, yes,” Christina whispered and raised her mouth for a kiss. He happily complied. Her mouth was hot and sweet, and he tasted the demand for more. He would give her more, but not yet.
“I’ll fuck you when we’re finished with Carter. Look at his ass, just waiting for our att
ention.
Christina turned and smacked Carter’s ass, and then pulled her hand back as if burned. Her eyes opened wide as she looked up at Cade, surprised at what she’d done. He wanted to laugh at her expression, but it would have meant giving up some of his control, so he bit down on the smile. He grabbed her wrist and used his body size to tower over her.
“Don’t ever do that again without my permission.”
“I’m sorry, Cade,” she said contritely.
Cade glowered at her another moment, then relented with a smile. “Did you like spanking Carter’s ass? Look at his cock, he’s very hard. Let’s see if he can stay that way. Spank him again. Cover his ass with your handprints.”
Christina swatted, her hand snapping against the fleshy mounds of Crater’s ass. Carter’s eyes closed, his mouth went slack with pleasure, and his hips started move. It was enough for now. Carter didn’t know it yet, but he was about to wait a long time before he came again.
Cade reached back into the shopping bag and set a medium-sized anal plug in front of Carter’s face. The reaction was immediate. Carter’s eyes went wide, and the muscles in his back and ass tensed. He stroked Carter’s back, ran his hands soothingly over the red ass cheeks, then back. Again and again he rubbed, until Carter’s small moans of desire let Cade know it was time.
Cade narrowed the area of the caresses, focusing on the hot, red cheeks. This time Carter only flinched a little as fingers slipped between the cheeks of his ass. Cade drizzled the lubricant and looked an invitation to Christina. Her eyes were glazed with desire.
Christina stepped forward and whispered Carter’s words back to him. “Have you ever done this before?”
He shook his head.
“I’ll be gentle,” she said and slowly pushed a well-lubricated finger inside that virgin opening.
Carter threw his head back, and a moan of genuine discomfort ripped through him, before it turned to pleasure.
“Easy, Chrissie, nice and slow. Let him get used to the feel of you.”
Christina added more lube and continued to slide until Cade saw Carter completely relax under her gentle movements.
Cade moved her aside and lubed his own fingers. God, his breath sounded harsh to his own ears.
Carter was spread out in front of him, front side pressed against the cold counter. “Lift your hips for me, buddy,” Cade said. He slipped his hand around Carter’s dick.
“Christina, help him move his legs farther apart. I want him all the way open to me.”
“Ohmygod,” Carter whispered.
When Christina pulled one of Carter’s legs over the side of the counter, Cade tightened his grip on Carter’s cock and slipped a thumb inside his puckered anus and began massaging, rubbing, feeding on the moans of pleasure ripped from Carter. He slipped his thumb out and slid in one finger, then two.
“Lube the plug, Christina,” Cade instructed.
Christina took the flesh-toned plug almost reverently. It was about five inches in length, with a nice, solid feel. Cade had bought it on impulse after catching Christina’s fascination with the display. It wasn’t the only toy he’d bought, but one thing at a time, he thought.
“I can’t,” Carter whispered, his voice choked with a tinge of panic.
Cade leaned close and kissed the back of his neck. “Shh. You can do this. I’ll help you. I would never do anything to really hurt you, you know that. Feel how good my fingers feel. Tonight you’re going to take my cock. This will help.”
While he spoke, he withdrew his fingers and placed the tip of the anal plug at Carter’s puckered entrance. Carter was as ready as Cade could make him, so he slowly pressed the tip in past the tight ring of nerves. Carter exhaled on a gentle grunt.
“That’s right. Push your hips back, Carter. Relax for me,” Cade said, and he seated the plug deep in Carter’s ass.
Chapter Eight
After the intense loving of the morning, Christina needed some time to herself. She’d asked Cade for permission to sit alone in the little reading nook in her bedroom, and he’d granted it as though he were lord of the manor. Which he’d sort of been since last night, she realized. She was actually loving being between these two men at every turn. It was also why she wanted to be alone, just for a bit.
She’d wakened nestled between them this morning, feeling treasured, surrounded as she was by their beautiful bodies. She felt domestic and nurturing when she’d slipped downstairs to make them coffee. Sleeping snuggled together, making them breakfast, cuddling on the couch, it all felt very intimate, and she was afraid it might be addicting.
The games in the kitchen had gotten her hot and bothered. After he’d plugged Carter, Cade had pulled a chair over and sat in front of him completely naked. He’d pulled Christina onto his lap, onto his cock, and they’d fucked while Carter watched, bent over the counter getting used to his plug. Then Cade had decreed sex off-limits for everyone until tonight, when he would take Carter’s ass.
It was almost time, and she hadn’t been able to think about much else all day. Every time Carter moved, every time he sat or stood, she could tell he was aware of the plug. His breath had been hitchy all afternoon. His cock had been rock hard, and she wanted it. She wanted to be underneath Carter, taking every inch of him while he took every inch of Cade.
Cade.
Every thought of him made her warm and fuzzy. Not just the obvious physical delights but his wild spirit and generous nature. There was no doubt he was enjoying himself, but he was really paying much more attention to what she and Carter needed. He seemed to intuit their darkest fantasies and was bringing them to life one after the other.
How had he known about the spanking? How did he know just how much to give or withhold? He was watching, reading their bodies, taking them to the edge yet keeping them safe. She knew her heart was in big trouble. She was falling in love.
Shaking her head, Christina acknowledged she wasn’t just falling—she was there—and not just with Cade, but with Carter, too. The man normally oozed confidence, yet right now he was so vulnerable, so afraid. Not of being physically hurt, he did trust Cade to take care of them, she could see it in his eyes.
Carter was afraid of the same thing she was. He was afraid that it would all be over after this one weekend together.
Things between Carter and Cade could never go back to the way they were. She knew he feared being alone, being without Cade more than anything, yet that was the price he thought he would pay for the weekend of fantasy. And Christina was desperately afraid she would go back to being alone, too.
As if she’d conjured him, Carter came into the bedroom carrying two glasses of wine.
“How did you know?” she asked with a smile.
Carter’s smile was a little shaky. “I know I need something to take the edge off. I thought you might, too.”
Christina’s eyes flicked to the door, and Carter smiled knowingly.
“He said we’d earned some time alone, as long as we didn’t touch below the neck.” Carter laughed, and it was a good laugh. It reached across and warmed her heart, despite her fears.
He seemed to read her face and find something there that bothered him.
“What is it, Christina? What were you in here worrying about?”
She shook her head, appalled at the tightness in her throat and the sting in her eyes.
Carter cupped her cheek in one big hand and stroked her face with his thumb. When he kissed her, Christina’s heart felt as if it would shatter into a thousand pieces, and tears slipped down her cheeks.
“Shh, Chrissie, what’s wrong? Have we hurt you? I can talk to Cade, tell him we need to stop.” He half rose before she grabbed his arm.
“Don’t go, it’s not that.” She wiped at the tears and swallowed. “It’s nothing really. Hand me a tissue, would you?”
Not moving, Carter said, “Tell me.”
“It’s the same for you, Carter. I know it is. I can feel it.”
“You’re afraid of what wi
ll happen when the weekend’s over,” he said, and his voice was layered with hurt.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I’m so afraid that after this weekend, you’ll both go and be together, and I’ll be here, all alone. I know it’s not fair of me to have these thoughts. No one made any promises or anything like that. I don’t know if I can explain it.
“I’ve dated a few men, had sex with some of them, yet never once did I come close to feeling like any of them were ‘The One.’” She made quotation marks in the air.
“No one has ever come close to making me feel complete. Back when we were in school, I used to have such a crush on both of you. I used to think, Carter’s the man for me. Then Cade would give me a wicked little wink as he walked by with a girl on his arm, and I’d change my mind and think it was Cade I wanted. It was always back and forth and always just a fantasy, because I wasn’t the type of girl either of you really noticed.
“When you guys left for college I thought I could get on with life, only the life I got on with was always working. That’s when I started dating, looking for Mr. Right. None of them matched up to my fantasies of you two and what being with you would be like.
“It only got worse when you came home from law school. I saw you everywhere around town. When you weren’t working, you guys were always together or on dates with tall, beautiful women. I couldn’t compete, neither of you ever noticed me.
“I just don’t know how I’ll go back to that after this weekend,” Christina finished sadly.
Carter did know just how she felt. He couldn’t go back to the townhouse. Not back to the way they’d always been. He’d been thinking the same thing all day. He was loving every minute of the fantasy weekend Cade was giving him, but he wasn’t stupid. Cade was caught up in the moment and hadn’t thought through the consequences. It was why Carter hadn’t wanted him to find out how his feelings had changed.
