Elliot, perhaps feeling left out, climbed up behind her. He straddled Adam’s legs too and cuddled against her back in order to rain kisses upon her shoulders. His hands caressed her breasts, paying particular attention to her sensitive nipples, so that she shook from the pleasure of it. He was fully erect from masturbating his cock, which drubbed her arse, leaving sticky dots. Slowly, his attention began to focus more and more on her rear. He rubbed his cock against it in a delicious tease, and his fingers tickled her back entrance. Gradually, he began dipping one finger in and out.
“Want to try it?” Elliot withdrew his finger and angled his cock down so that it slipped into the channel between her cheeks and rubbed up against her anus.
God, she did, but that was crazy, right?
“I thought we agreed Adam was in the middle.”
“Nah, we agreed to share. Adam doesn’t like being fucked in the arse. He only likes giving, not receiving. Ain’t that right?”
Adam blew out a steamy breath. “If it turns your lady on, I might submit to it. Not now, though, not while I’m enjoying her sweet pussy. Fuck, you’re so warm.” He let out a mighty groan, then clamped his hand upon her bottom. He pulled her cheeks slightly apart so that Elliot’s access was eased. “What do you think, sweetheart?” he asked. “Is this something you’re up for, something you’ll try? Shall I tell you what it’s like? It’s fierce hot inside a woman’s arse, hotter even than her cunt and so tight it’s like she’s squeezing you and it’s a fight just to get in to the hilt, but it’s so good once you do. And then if there’s a guy in her pussy, like I am now, then it’s even tighter and hotter still, and you can feel the other guy’s cock sliding right next to you, like you’re hardly separated at all. Elliot’s cock will be right alongside mine. I’ll know his every stroke. I’ll feel him come as if it were my peak.”
She was so caught up in his words, she barely realised that she hadn’t given them an answer.
“Say yes, Becca,” Elliot begged her from behind.
“Yes. Go slowly.” It wasn’t the first time she’d taken her lover in the arse. Sometimes Elliot liked to mix things up that way. She liked how rude it felt.
Elliot joined them up slowly, inch by steady inch, until she could feel the two men side by side inside her, one in her cunt and one in her arse, separated only by a thin wall of muscle. Hell, it didn’t feel like they were separated at all. She cried into Adam’s mouth as they found a steady rhythm together, and then screamed into his shoulder as the motions became more intense.
Nothing else had ever prepared her for this. It was divine and overwhelming, the pleasure both intensely focused on her sex and yet at the same time so diffused she felt its zing even in the air that caressed her skin.
“Feels good,” Adam sighed.
“Yeah,” Elliot agreed. They were all running a little hot, skin slicked with sweat and lube.
The tingle built up in her cunt, spread out and then retracted, only to repeat. Each time her sobs became a little louder, and their motions a little more frenzied. They fought to stay in time as the momentum built, pushing each of them closer and closer.
“Fuck, Becca, you’re just perfect.” Elliot bit and sucked her neck.
“Fucking amazing,” Adam agreed as her climax hit her hard.
Too good. Too crazily fantastic. She wanted to squash them both together and hold on to this ride forever. Her body took over, moving, reacting of its own accord, while she rode out the intense pulse.
Her climax caused both men to buck. They both came hard inside her, crying in delight.
In the afterglow she cuddled up against Elliot, but kept a hand fast upon Adam’s chest. “Is this your past?” she asked them. “Did you do this before?” They’d all fit together so well, it seemed to suggest prior experience.
Adam replied. He rolled on to his back and wiped a hand over his sweat-coated brow. “There was a woman. She brought us together, I guess.”
“She was two-timing us both,” Elliot piped up. Becca rolled over in his arms so that she could look at him. Elliot didn’t normally give up details like this. “She convinced us both to hang out together with her one night.”
“Why did you even agree to that?”
Elliot gave a shrug. “It was some bullshit bravado thing. The best fuck got to keep her, or some shit like that.”
“What it was,” Adam elaborated, “was a cheap excuse to get us both into bed.”
“Except we realised there was more chemistry between us than with her. So we hooked up to fuck now and again.” Her husband smiled as he made the admission, like it was a glorious joke that only he and Adam really appreciated. “I broke it off once I knew that we were getting serious.” Elliot stroked the curve of her cheek. “Needless to say, Adam here didn’t take it so well. That’s why he was trying to get frisky with me last night.”
“Yeah, well being dumped is never nice.”
“Course, if I’d known you’d be interested in him…” He let the notion hang, thought unfinished.
“Are you two planning on meeting up again? Are you coming home with us?” Becca asked. How exactly were they going to go about sharing Adam? They’d launched into this; she wasn’t backing out now.
The two men sat up as if a big decision simply couldn’t be made lying down.
“Haven’t you thought that far?”
Elliot shook his head, while Adam raked his teeth over his lower lip.
“Everybody we know will freak if they find out,” Elliot remarked. “I don’t mind that, but what about you, Bec?”
“Adam?” she asked. The neighbours could freak all they liked and get over it. How they arranged their sex life was nobody else’s goddamned business. Besides, it wasn’t as if they had to advertise it. It might even be fun keeping it secret.
The warmth of having a mysterious new lover already warmed her belly. Why shouldn’t it put a smile on her lips too while she listened to the speculative twitter? They could suspect, but only she, Elliot and Adam would know for sure what was going on.
Becca looped her arms around the two men’s waists and tugged them back down beside her. Her heart was thumping with joy and her head was full of ideas. She kissed Elliot then turned to Adam, “So, how would you like to come for a sleepover tonight? We can eat, play games and you can fuck my husband again while I watch.”
“Well…” Adam drew her tight against his naked form. “When you put it like that, how can I possibly refuse?”
Epilogue
Six months later…
Seeing them together never failed to turn her on.
Becca paused outside the bedroom door, a grin stretching her face in anticipation of what she’d find. How would her boys be arranged today? Clothed? Naked? Kissing? Sucking? As long as they weren’t asleep, she didn’t mind, although, even then, she loved looking at them all curled up together and so relaxed. Even Adam’s sharp edges softened while he dreamed.
However, the rhythmic flapping noises coming from inside the room said they were definitely hard at play. Fucking, judging by the pace of those beats. Instant arousal swept through Becca’s body, filling her cheeks with heat and leaving her pussy wet with desire. She flattened her hand over her pounding heart. By now, the chances were that they knew she was here. She hadn’t been especially quiet in her approach. Then again, they were distracted. They might not notice her entrance, given how into each other they obviously were.
Becca nudged open the door with her foot. She waited several heartbeats before peeking around the door frame that lay diagonal to the bed. The light within the room was muted by the rattan blinds over the windows, but not enough to steal the colour from the nude flesh of her husband’s butt. Elliot lay bent over the footboard, still just about in his work clothes. His jacket lay on the floor, obviously cast aside in a hurry, while his trousers still hugged his ankles. His shirt was bunched halfway up his back, where Adam held it.
Adam had stripped entirely naked. He stood behind Elliot with his legs p
lanted wide apart, his beautiful white buttocks clenching tight with each thrust he made into Elliot’s arse. As tempting as she found it to remark, ‘You’ve started the party without me’. Becca held her tongue. Time changed some things, but not everything. There was something deeply visceral about watching them fuck, the mix of aggression and sensitivity, perhaps. Whatever it was, it never failed to put her senses on red alert, or make her insides buzz. Sometimes she thought she liked to watch them together even more than being sandwiched between them, especially when they didn’t know she was there. Their passion always seemed more raw on those occasions. Like now, they’d have remarked on her presence if they’d realised she was here. Instead, they carried on fucking like they were in a public place and expecting to be caught.
Adam’s long, thick cock penetrated the pink bud of Elliot’s arse in smooth, insistent strokes. Actions that made her husband groan and arch his back in a desperate plea for more. Perspiration peppered his shoulder blades while his muscles soaked up the strain of Adam’s pace.
Elliot’s cock hung heavy before him, twitching towards Adam’s hand with almost every stroke. Adam was teasing. He could so easily have shifted his grip to encompass Elliot’s erection instead of his shirt. Instead, he was merely twitching the edge of the cloth across Elliot’s plum-hued glans.
“You just can’t get enough of this, can you? You should get her a strap-on so Becca can do you during the week.”
Her mouth hung open at the suggestion of pleasing Elliot in such a way. He did really enjoy anal play, and, well, it would open up a whole host of other three-way permutations they could try, too.
“I wouldn’t have to give it to you so hard then whenever I turn up. Every weekend, you’ve just got to get it out of your system before we can all relax and cosy up, don’t you?” Adam continued. Finally, he conceded in giving Elliot the extra stimulation he obviously craved, and wrapped his palm around Elliot’s nodding shaft.
Suddenly it was her husband driving the pace. “You’ve got it all wrong, man. This isn’t just about you and me. It’s about pleasing my wife. This is just taking the edge off so we can both satisfy her.”
Becca’s smile stretched wide at his words. Elliot knew exactly how much she loved seeing him being fucked. They re-imagined it together during the week when Adam couldn’t be with them.
“Oh, yeah,” Adam remarked. “Wouldn’t want you going off at half-cock when we’re all linked up.”
Becca crept up behind them. She rested her palm against Adam’s taut flanks, felt the raw power there just before he froze. “Don’t you need this too, Adam? I often wonder what it would take to make you lose your cool.”
“Sweetheart, it’ll never happen.” He began to thrust again, slower now, presumably so as to not dislodge her hand from his arse.
“Truly? You believe that? What about if I do this?” She picked the bottle of lube up off the bed and dribbled some between his cheeks, then circled her index finger around his tightly puckered anal whorl.
Adam gave a sob and a groan, then his body seemed to give a kick of its own accord.
“What are you doing, Becca?” Elliot asked, as he strained his neck trying to see.
“Let’s just say that I don’t think Adam is quite so averse to taking it, after all. I think he’s just scared he’ll embarrass himself, like he’s about to do right about now.”
Almost split-second perfect, Adam’s muscles began to snap tight then release in a rhythmic pulse. He soared and jerked in Becca’s hands, while clinging tightly to Elliot’s back. Only once he was all wrung out did Becca kiss him. Then she climbed onto the bed and took Elliot in her mouth until he, too, spilled.
Contented, Becca sat back against the pillows. The men snuggled up against each of her shoulders, sandwiching her between their hot sexy bodies.
“You’re a minx,” Adam laughed.
“Take your clothes off, honey.” Elliot tweaked the buttons of her blouse.
“Now what would I want to do that for?”
“So we can celebrate. Adam has some news.”
“He’s bought me a strap-on? I heard that suggestion, in case you were wondering.”
Elliot coughed, while Adam beamed at her, his white teeth showing. “Nothing quite that exciting, I’m afraid. I got a promotion.”
“Oh!” Her faced clouded slightly, before she forced a smile. Adam’s job already took him round the country during the week. “That’s great.”
“Yeah, it is. It’s a desk job, round the corner. I can be here all week.”
“What!” Her mouth fell open around an excited shriek. She rolled right over the top of him so that she and Elliot could cuddle him together. “That means we get to have you every evening.”
“And morning.” Adam’s blue eyes twinkled. “And maybe the odd lunchtime, too. So much in fact, you may get sick of me.”
“We’ll never do that,” Elliot said.
“That’s right,” Becca insisted. “We love you.”
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Pure Folly
Madelynne Ellis
Excerpt
Chapter One
“Whose damn fool idea was this?”
Hand artfully raised and cradling a sherry glass, Alastair Romilly de Vere viewed the towering gothic structure with a mixture of reverence and distaste. There were few other buildings that inspired such a strong reaction of dislike in his being. Bricks and mortar were rarely the enemy of man, rather it was the folk who inhabited them who were the problem, the temple being the absolute exception to that rule.
Why had he allowed himself to become embroiled in this pointless dare? He didn’t give a jot if his family or society as a whole thought he lacked bottom.
Could he do this? Could he go back in there? Sixteen long years had passed since he’d last ventured across the folly’s threshold. He’d been a mere boy the last time, seven years old and not a care in the world. Yet the horror he’d known still visited him.
Alexander would laugh to know it—Alexander, his elder brother, who had locked Alastair and their sister Viola inside the tower, then sat back and laughed at their panicked shrieks.
So long ago, and yet the events seeped seamlessly into the present. Despite the external heat from a blazing summer sun, the inside of the temple had been cool that day—its sublime arched interior filled with shadows. He hadn’t felt fear at first, just awe at the sweeping majesty of the place. Only when the heat crawled through the building, causing the hairs upon the back of his neck to rise, had he cried out in fear.
Ghosts! The temple had a full roster of ghosts, and at seven he believed in every one of them. As an adult, he could rationalise the sudden temperature increase as the effect of sunlight streaming through the stained glass windows as the sun reached its zenith. At least he told himself that’s what had happened. Convinced himself that the sunlight and not possession by an otherworldly presence had triggered his sister’s convulsions.
Viola—beautiful and fragile. Out of his depth, he’d watched her flop about on the stone floor like dying fish. He’d screamed so hard that he hadn’t spoken for a week after their release.
Viola… Curiously, his presence here tonight was partially her doing. She, along with his cousin Charlotte, had issued the dare to spend the night in the temple. He couldn’t fathom her motive any more than he could fathom his own reservations.
Eyes shielded from the low sun, Alastair leered up at the grotesque stone demons perched above. It was said that you could see across three counties from the top of each of the temple’s three spiked towers. A magnificent view he was sure, save he could barely look at the stout entryway without gagging.
Damn it! He swallowed another gulp of sack. If it weren’t for his companion, he’d tolerate the loss of face and call the whole thing off.
Alastair’s gaze swept towards the gathering shadows before the temple door where his friend stood. Jude Leveson, the perfect cipher for all that was missing in his sou
l.
Jude the jubilant. Jude the fair. Jude the man he couldn’t bear to be around and couldn’t stand to be apart from.
Alastair’s lip curled—there was no easy escape from this nightmare. He’d simply have to stand tall and face both demons fully armed. He glanced around for the decanter he’d left behind in the parlour, seeking a refill, for tonight, alcohol would have to serve in place of a pistol. He didn’t trust himself with the latter, having nearly shot himself in the foot the previous week.
“Whatever’s the hold up, Alastair?” Jude leaned casually against the stout, iron-pinned door, a picnic hamper held within his hands. He raised one knee and balanced the hamper upon it while he searched in his waistcoat pocket for the key. “It’s all codswallop, you realise, this nonsense about ghosts. There are no real ghosts. It’s just a bunch of tales told to you as children in order to keep you out of this derelict mausoleum. So a little less gloom please, and maybe we’ll make merry hell of this wager.”
“Perhaps.”
With a sharp click that resembled a rifle shot, the lock released. Jude gave the ring handle a good twist and the door swung inwards on wailing hinges, dislodging a grey mantel of cobwebs. “Creepy,” he chuckled, dusting away the silky strands. “I say, Alastair, this place does have beds, doesn’t it? Two blankets won’t provide much comfort, and the only scrambling about on the floor I favour is Greek wrestling.”
Beds. There were, unfortunately, beds. There wouldn’t be any wrestling. Alastair clapped his companion across the back and ushered him into the stone folly. “That’s what the six bottles of elderberry wine are for. Any beds in here are probably riddled with damp and fleas.”
“If that’s what the wine’s for, what’s the brandy for?”
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