Broken Play

by Samantha Kane

  “Get undressed,” Cass ordered him, “and on the bed.”

  “Why?” Beau had his hands on Cass’s shoulders, and he slid them down over Cass’s chest to his stomach, then he gripped the front edge of his jeans, the backs of his fingers encountering hot, smooth skin and firm abs. His breathing ratcheted up a notch and so did Cass’s.

  “Well, we can start standing up, I suppose,” Cass told him, tracing his lips with one finger. “But I think we’d all enjoy it better on the bed.”

  “Enjoy what?” Beau said, wanting the words.

  “A good, hard fuck,” Cass said. “First with Marian between us. Then you. You’re going to be in the middle before the night is through.”

  Beau closed his eyes and let his head fall back. “And what am I going to be doing in the middle?” he asked, hope making him dizzy.

  “Fucking and getting fucked,” Cass growled. “Now get undressed. I’m so hard I’ve got to get inside Marian right this fucking minute.”

  “Yes,” Beau hissed, pulling his hands away from Cass. “Me, too.” Beau turned to look at Marian and almost lost it. She was kneeling on the bed, one hand squeezing her breast and the other between her legs. She had the look of a woman right on the edge, with dilated eyes and a mouth open just a bit as she panted.

  “Stop,” Cass told her sharply. “You’re not coming without us.”

  “I think I am,” she said breathlessly. “You can’t leave a girl to her own devices and then put on a show like that.” She moaned and her hips jerked, and Cass leaned over and yanked her hand out from between her legs.

  “You are a very bad girl,” he growled.

  “Oh, Cass, please,” she begged. “I’m so close.”

  Beau sat down on the edge of the bed and yanked his pants down his legs, kicking them away. He stood and shoved off his boxer briefs.

  “Damn, damn, damn,” Marian chanted softly, watching him. “Where is that going?” She pointed to his dick.

  “In your ass,” Cass told her bluntly. “I get pussy, he gets ass. Then later, he gets pussy and I get his ass.”

  “Oh, God,” Marian said. “You’re making it worse.”

  “Worse?” Beau asked, a little concerned. “That doesn’t sound good to you? Because that sounds really, really good to me.”

  “Good to know,” Cass said, grinning at Beau over his shoulder. “That means we can skip the talky bits where I make sure you want it.”

  “Want,” Beau said simply. “Want ass now. Pussy and dick later.”

  Marian laughed. “Oh, God, Beau, you’re wonderful.” She reached for him. “I meant you both are turning me on even more with all the dirty talk, and I’m not going to last until we can fuck.”

  “You’ll wait,” Cass told her in that sinfully sexy voice of his. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Or you won’t get any at all and you’ll just have to watch me and Beau get ours.”

  “You are a cruel, mean, horrible man,” she said.

  Beau climbed on the bed and met her in the middle, facing her on his knees. “Oh, no, baby. He’s going to live up to every promise.” He kissed her, the taste of Cass still on his tongue, and it was the hottest thing he’d ever done, which was pretty ironic considering the shit he’d participated in.

  Marian melted in his arms, pressing herself against him as she wrapped her arms around his neck and let him hold her up. He’d noticed that about her. When she gave herself to them she surrendered in every way, letting them take control. She was passionate and demanding, but at the same time she gave herself completely over to their desires. It was incredibly arousing, having a woman like Marian hand over the reins. She was so soft and delicate in his arms. But he didn’t hold back. He wasn’t going to treat her and Cass differently. He kissed her like he’d kissed Cass, with every ounce of lust in him, letting the fire coursing through his veins heat up their embrace until he was tongue-fucking her mouth, one hand cupping her sweet ass, the other buried in her silky hair. She opened her mouth and let him have it, own it, as she rubbed her ass on his palm.

  Cass climbed on the bed behind her, rocking it, and Beau broke the kiss. He looked up at Cass and let himself enjoy the view. In the past, he’d had to resist the urge to look, for fear of giving himself away, but not tonight. Tonight he let his gaze trace those broad shoulders, with their hint of freckles, the strong muscular arms and pecs and abs. And finally, he let himself look at and lust after that big, hard dick. Jesus, it was pretty, all white and red and pulsing veins in a thatch of curly red hair. Beau wanted to stick his nose in that nest and inhale the scent of him.

  “Do it,” Marian whispered, as if she could read his mind. “Anything goes here, Beau,” she whispered like the voice of temptation itself. “There are no boundaries; there’s no judgment or shame. Take what you want, do what you want.”

  He swallowed hard and stared at her, trying to see if she meant what she said. “I still want you,” he told her. “Don’t doubt that.”

  “I don’t,” she said confidently. “But I don’t blame you for wanting him, too.”

  Cass gave him an evil grin. “Everybody wants me.”

  Marian went down, her bottom on the bed as she turned her upper body to face Cass. Before he could react, she’d taken his cock in her hand and licked it. Cass jerked, and then laughed. Beau didn’t hesitate then. He leaned over and stuck his nose in Cass’s curls, pressed right up against the root of his dick. Cass smelled like shower soap and laundry detergent and sweat. It was a pretty heady combination. Cass put his hand on Beau’s head, just rested it there, as if he had to touch him. Beau turned his head to the right and pressed his mouth to Cass’s cock. His heart was pounding so hard he couldn’t hear anything else. He had his mouth on a man’s dick. Cass’s dick.

  “Taste it,” Marian whispered in his ear.

  He did. He opened his mouth and let the tip of his tongue glide along a small length of warm soft skin over a hard core.

  “Beau,” Cass said, his voice rough. “I’m sorry, man. We’ll have to do that later. If you even touch the head I’m going to come all over you. And I’d really like to fuck Marian with you first.”

  As soon as Cass stopped Beau they were done with foreplay. It didn’t take long for the two men to arrange Marian just the way they wanted her. She was lying on top of Cass, Beau behind her. She lowered her arms, pressing harder against Cass’s chest with her breasts. His cock was pressed against her stomach, waiting, wet with wanting her. Beau slid a finger into her ass and she gasped. It was slick with lube, but big and rough and uncomfortable.

  “You’ve never done this, have you?” Cass asked, brushing her hair off her face with his palm. She shook her head. “Don’t worry. In a few minutes that will feel amazing.”

  “How do you know?” she asked.

  Cass laughed, the rumble passing from his chest to hers and racing down her body. Was there anything more intimate than being pressed naked against someone as his laughter caressed you? She didn’t think so.

  “Well, it’s true I’ve never had anyone else do it to me,” he told her, kissing her forehead. “But believe it or not I’ve done it to myself.”

  That made Beau freeze behind her. “What?” he asked.

  Cass shrugged, not meeting anyone’s eyes. “I wanted to know what it felt like. You’ve never done that? Come on, both of you confess.” He looked at Marian then. “With what you’ve always wanted, I can’t believe you’ve never tried it.”

  She blushed. “All right. I have. A dildo. But never a real man.”

  “Oh, he’s a real man, all right,” Cass said, his tone dripping with innuendo. “And Beau?”

  Marian peeked over her shoulder. She could see a blush tingeing Beau’s cheeks. He nodded. “Dildo. Like Marian.”

  Cass laughed, a big booming laugh. “We are all kinky bastards. I like it.” He reached both hands down and spread Marian’s cheeks. “Enjoy it, sugar. It’s going to feel so much better than plastic.”

  He was right, it did.
Already she felt the sting fading, and pleasure take its place. Beau pumped his finger gently, going deeper each time, and before long her hips were moving with him. “More,” Cass told him. He kissed Marian’s jaw and then her shoulder. As she felt Beau slide another finger in, Cass licked her collarbone. She moaned.

  “Good?” Beau whispered from behind her.

  “Great,” she said, gritting her teeth a little at the extra fullness. It didn’t hurt that much, it was just more, like Cass said. “But the two of you, like this, it’s amazing. It’s everything I dreamed it would be. You aren’t afraid to give me what I want.”

  “We want it, too,” Cass told her softly. “It’s what we like. How we like it. You’re going to love it, Marian. Trust me. Two dicks fucking you, you’ll be so full, your orgasm will be so powerful. And I love the way I can feel Beau’s dick inside a woman, rubbing against me.”

  “Yes,” she said, knowing she should be upset at talk of another woman at a time like this. But she wasn’t. She was so aroused she could hardly form a coherent thought. “That’s what I want.”

  “Now,” Cass said. “Right fucking now.”

  Then Beau was there, not his fingers anymore, but his cock, and Marian took a deep breath and blew it out as he pushed inside. Cass kissed her then, held both her cheeks in his hands and kissed her tenderly, slowly, savoring her, and she was lost in the maelstrom of sensations and emotions bombarding her.

  When Beau was inside as deep as he could go, he stopped. Marian whimpered. She needed more, so badly. She ached for more, hated that he’d stopped moving. Then he pulled on her hips, raising them slightly, and it pressed him deeper, at a different angle, and she gave a little cry of pleasure, overwhelmed.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, Marian,” Cass whispered in her ear, his weight resting on his elbows. “All right? Say yes, sugar. Tell me you want me, too.”

  “Yes,” she managed to say. “Please.”

  Cass slid into her pussy, so smooth and sleek and hard. She was so wet there was no resistance at all.

  “Oh, yeah,” he said, with obvious enjoyment. “So fucking hot and wet. Damn. Just damn. I want to fuck you hard, but I won’t. You’re a little too new to this.”

  Marian ran her hands through his hair and kissed him wildly, feeling very out of control. She loved it, loved what they were doing and how it made her feel. “Hard,” she whispered against Cass’s luscious mouth. “I want hard. Please.”

  There were no more words as both men began to move. It took a moment for Marian to register they were moving in counterpoint to one another, just as they had in the video. One moving into her as one pulled out. She was so relaxed she felt like a rag doll in their arms as they used her, as they filled her and gave her what she’d been longing for. “It’s so good,” she whispered, the sting of tears in her eyes. “Perfect.” Beau gently leaned her over Cass as Cass lay back down on the bed. Beau’s big hands were on her hips, guiding her, as Cass cupped both her breasts and squeezed. She liked that, liked them to play rough with her breasts. She hadn’t had to tell them that, they knew. At that moment she felt like they knew her right down to her soul.

  Cass slammed into her a bit roughly and she cried out and whimpered. Then Beau did the same. In just a few strokes she was coming apart, coming so hard she saw stars, her whole body trembling and shaking as she cried out and begged. The words just came, without thought.

  Then Beau shouted her name and she felt his cock jerk in her ass as he came. It set off a new series of pleasurable pulses in her pussy, and then Cass came, ramming home inside her and staying deep as he shuddered under her. She’d never felt so wonderful, aching and satisfied and complete.

  Chapter 24

  “I’ve seen the sex tape,” she said, lying there in Cass’s arms. “Like about five hundred times. Before I even met you. You know what I’ve always wanted. I wanted it like that. I think I wanted you two from the moment I saw it.”

  Round one had worn them all out, and after they cleaned up they’d dozed for a little while, Marian with her head on Cass’s chest, curled up on one side of him, Beau lying on the other, his head pillowed on his arm as he watched. It was the most intimate moment Cass could remember being a part of. Usually when they fucked women, they got up immediately and left as soon as possible. Even with Marian, that morning, there’d been no cuddling after. And he and Beau had never lain around like this with one another. Life suddenly seemed filled with infinite possibilities. Until Marian had mentioned that goddamned tape. He felt himself frowning. He didn’t like what she was saying. “Is that why you went to bed with us? Because of that video?”

  “Sort of,” she said, and Cass’s heart dropped into his stomach. He didn’t want that. What they had wasn’t about that damn tape. It wasn’t about sex. Not for him. Beau’s face was shuttered, closed. It wasn’t about that for him, either.

  “It’s just that before I saw it, before I saw you two together like that, I thought that I was wrong, somehow. That what I wanted was wrong.” She cocked her head to the side as she looked at them. “But then I saw that and I thought, ‘Those two would understand.’ And you do, don’t you?” She rolled more on top of him and placed her chin on her fist on his chest. “But I didn’t have the nerve to go for it until fate brought me to you.” She pointed at Cass. “I was still carrying around all that baggage from what happened. I needed this,” she said, and made a circular motion with her finger, indicating the three of them together. “I needed this to heal. And now I have. It’s finally over and I’m moving on.”

  “So you just needed us to get over what happened in college?” Beau asked stoically.

  Marian came to her knees and grabbed for Beau’s hand, pulling him closer. With both hands she held his palm to her cheek. It was a position that hinted at submission, but Marian was in complete control. She was breaking Cass’s heart and didn’t even know it. She’d never said it back, earlier. She’d never told them she loved them, had she? She hadn’t lied.

  “I thought that’s all I needed you for,” she agreed. “But it’s so much more than that now. For the first time I feel like I can be myself, and you two gave me that. This”—she waved her hand down along her side—“is who I’ve always wanted to be. The kind of woman who sees what she wants and asks for it. And you want that woman. You like her. I’ve never been liked for the real me before. That’s pretty powerful stuff. But the thing is, I only want to be this for you two.” She shook her head and looked at Cass. “I’m not saying it right. Look, I know what you said about your feelings earlier, but it’s too soon for any of us to know, I think. But I can say with absolute certainty that it’s because it’s you two, and because you already came as a matched set, I was ready to ask for what I wanted. I wasn’t afraid you’d misinterpret, because you want the same things. And that connection goes deeper than just the physical between us. I know that. I can feel that. There’s friendship and respect and support and a lot of intangibles that suddenly have us saying things like boyfriends and girlfriend. I’m not afraid of that, either. Because I believe I have something to offer you guys. I can give you what you want. No judgment, no negotiating, no hesitation. I understand you. That makes me special to you two, too.”

  “That’s too much talking without saying anything,” Cass burst out. “If all you want is sex from us, I’m not okay with that. I’m ready for more. I want more.”

  Beau was watching Marian with a tender look on his face. “We’re all ready for more, I think. That’s what you’re trying to say, too, isn’t it? But you’re not the type to jump into the fire.”

  “I jumped before,” she said quietly. “I got badly burned.”

  Cass ran both hands through his hair. “I don’t want to burn you. I want to make love to you. Not sex, not just fucking. It wasn’t just fucking.”

  “It’s never been just fucking with you,” Marian said. “Not for me.”

  “You want what you saw in the video?” Cass asked, trying really hard to understand. “But
only with us? Because it’s us and you know we want you and each other.”

  “Yes,” she said firmly. “And I got what I saw in the video. But I’m getting so much more, aren’t I?”

  “You’re damn right you are,” Cass said.

  “At last, a plan,” Beau muttered with a little huff of laughter. “Now he can play the game.”

  “It’s not a game,” Cass said, and Beau’s heart sort of tripped in his chest at the look on his face and the seriousness in his voice. “It’s how it is, how it’s going to be. We’ve waited a long time. Maybe too long.”

  “Meaning?” Beau asked.

  “Meaning we almost let this pass us by,” Cass said. He reached out and traced the back of his index finger down the center of Beau’s chest, and Beau felt like he’d been branded by that simple touch. “I’m so grateful Marian came along and made me realize what we could have, what this could be for us.”

  “Is that what I did?” she asked. “How?”

  “You know how you said you could finally be yourself with us?” Beau asked, staring into Cass’s blue eyes. “That’s how I feel, too. Like I was being who everyone else thought I should be. First was that guy who partied and did drugs and lived the life. Typical dumb-shit football player. Then I became the guy who was broken and needed fixing. The guy who couldn’t take that other lifestyle and somehow that made me less, made me weak, even more than never living it. You know? Those are the guys everyone expected me to be. And all along there was this other guy inside me, the real me. I don’t need that shit, right? And I can take it. I can be who I want to be and fuck them all. That’s me. You made me see that.”