Random Encounter
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But Addie was different. Fun. Sexy. Smart. Compelling from the moment I saw her, and her actions—her personality—only making her more irresistible with each passing day.
I undid her jeans and pushed them to the ground, leaving her panties in place. Once those came off, the rules would change. As I nibbled and sucked along her shoulder, through her shirt, then nudging fabric aside to taste her skin, she melted into my touch with a series of soft gasps.
I glided one hand up and the other down, teasing her breasts through clothing, whispering my fingers along her thighs, then over her panties. Heat radiated toward my hand. If I pressed harder, gave into the sway of her hips, would I feel dampness seeping through cotton?
Phillip stepped in, knotting his fingers in her hair without disrupting me, and crushing his mouth to hers as he pinned my hand in place. With Adrienne sandwiched between us, it was easier for her to buck into my touch. To squirm and bring her pussy closer to my hand.
She must feel my erection digging into her. I was surprised I could focus on anything else. The stand-up grope was fun, but I wanted to show her more. She whimpered when I moved back, breaking the kiss between her and Phillip.
I brushed my mouth along the edge of her ear. “There’s not the right kind of room to maneuver down here. Not unless you want rug burns.”
“I might.” Her amusement blended with the breathiness of her reply.
Could be fun, but another night. I spun her to face me. “We should take this someplace else.”
“What did you have in mind?” There was a wild anticipation in her eyes that I could try for a century to capture on the page, and never get right. Her lips were swollen and her chest heaved with each desperate breath.
“Bedroom makes the most sense,” Phillip said.
Exactly what I was thinking. Before Adrienne could say anything else, I crouched, bringing my shoulder closer to her center, bent her over my shoulder, and stood. My muscles strained as I adjusted, but it was worth it. She let out a delighted squeal, and I was pretty sure I’d never hear a sound like that again without getting hard.
I caveman-carried her into Phillip’s room, and deposited her on the bed, relishing her giggles. I pushed a knee between her legs. Her gasp grabbed my cock and jerked, and in return, I pressed in for a kiss, swallowing her groan and sinking into the sensation of her soft, tempting mouth against mine.
Phillip joined us. He’d already lost his shirt, and he nudged me away from Addie long enough to strip mine off as well, before stealing my mouth.
This was the big reason a threesome had never tempted me—it meant another body to give my attention to.
Addie danced her fingers up my chest, while Phillip sucked on my tongue.
Maybe the split didn’t matter, as long as we were all in on it. I certainly wasn’t willing to walk away now.
The thought held a heavier meaning than I intended, and rather than follow the feeling for an answer, I broke away from Phillip, and turned my attention back to Addie, looking for another taste or fifty.
Thirteen
Adrienne
It didn’t matter that my introduction to Dustin and Phillip was seeing them naked. Sitting between them, both of them shirtless, Dustin’s knee pressed close to my mound, was an entirely new experience.
Was I really asking myself this morning if I could do unattached sex? With them? Seemed that way, because the only thing I wanted was to feel every inch of them, in every way possible.
Dustin—hard and sculpted—did everything with so much intensity. That included the way he kissed me, and the low growls that rumbled from his chest when I traced along his skin, following the muscles. He was an artist’s dream, and he was definitely part of my fantasy.
I trailed over the AcesPlayed tattoo on his bicep, over his shoulder, and along his neck. He caught my wrist, gripping tightly enough to tantalize, and drew two of my fingers into his mouth.
God how did that feel so incredible, especially with him holding my gaze the entire time.
I wanted to follow the lines of Phillip’s body, too. Slender and stunning, with patience and skill radiating from the way his touch glided down my back. But I couldn’t get to him without breaking free of Dustin, and I wasn’t willing to do that.
Dustin kissed along the inside of my wrist, down my arm, to claim my mouth again. Each kiss and touch sent fissures of need pulsing through me. Phillip shoved my shirt up and yanked my bra down, leaving my breasts on display, the charged air teasing my skin.
He kneaded, gently at first, but his touch growing harder and more insistent with each sound I made. Dustin kissed down my collarbone, lower, to circle a nipple with his tongue. When he sucked me into his mouth, I moaned and pressed into him.
He teased and licked and nibbled while Phillip massaged, and pinched my other nipple, rolling it between his fingers. Desire pooled between my legs, aching for attention, but I was too pinned up to do anything except rock between their touches.
Dustin broke away, and cool air met my damp skin with a new shock of sensation. “Lay down,” he prompted, even as he and Phillip coaxed and lowered me onto my back.
Phillip pinned my wrists above my head as he knelt next to me, and continued to tease my breasts, but more gently. The alternating contrast between hard and soft drove my senses as wild as everything else they did.
Dustin kissed along my stomach, hooking his fingers in my panties as he moved lower. He tugged the clothing down, and I felt the fabric cling to my damp skin before finally pulling away. I lifted my ass enough for him to remove my underwear.
I was intensely aware of how exposed I was, lying between them, everything on display. “I guess fair’s fair.” The awkward joke slipped out without my permission, but embarrassment didn’t follow. It was so easy to let go and be me with them, even practically naked, my juices coating my inner thighs.
“I don’t know…” Dustin’s reply made my heart pause, but the way he raked his heated gaze over me kicked it back on and in double time. “I feel like I got the better end of the deal.”
Any argument I had vanished when he lifted my foot, and dragged his lips along the ankle, up my calf. His feather-light touch both tickled and intoxicated. He kissed past my knee, lowering my leg and his head as he moved along my inner thigh.
I squirmed with anticipation. When Phillip mimed this last night, I wanted so desperately to feel what it was like to have someone’s mouth down there who wanted it to be there. To find out if oral really was this magical, wonderful thing. Dustin licked up my slit, and my body shuddered in surprise and delight.
“Oh God.” The exclamation tore from my throat, and my entire body arched, needing to be closer to his touch.
He pressed in deeper, parting my folds with his tongue, gliding along my skin and licking with an enthusiasm that made me feel like dessert. I wanted to grab his head, pull him closer and guide him higher, but when I tried to move, Phillip held my wrists tighter, and pinched one of my nipples hard.
I bucked and squirmed, but I didn’t want to be released. My head swam with the multiple sensations. The longer those lasted, the better, and if anyone let up now, I’d be too tempted to finger myself.
Dustin drove his tongue inside me, the penetration making me cry out and grind into his face. The more I shifted under him, the more it seemed to urge him on. He withdrew, but his fingers glided into me instead, as he licked higher.
When he wrapped his mouth around my clit, climax surged in, finally eager for release. He devoured me with the same enthusiasm as he’d used on my nipples, but his hungry attention coaxed my orgasm out longer, harder, keeping on the edge and fuzzing my thoughts until I was lost in the clouds.
I shuddered from the excess of pleasure, but I didn’t want this to end. My body had its own ideas, finally pulling away from his touch. He eased up, finishing with gentle kisses that made me clench with a combination of too much and more, please.
Phillip let me go, and grabbed Dustin’s hand instead. The one
that had been half-buried inside me a moment earlier. He drew Dustin’s fingers into his mouth, sucking hungrily, then pressing closer to kiss Dustin.
I watched, dazed and breathless, as their tongues intertwined around each other and Dustin’s fingers. Their groans as they shared my taste left my mouth dry. How was this so hot?
They finally broke apart, and the world seemed to pause.
I wasn’t ready for this to end. I wanted them to get off. I wanted to get off again. “When do you pin me between you and spit roast me?” I asked playfully.
Dustin’s smirk was hungry.
Phillip’s expression was more guarded. “Have you ever done anal before?”
“No.” I’d also never had my pussy eaten until I came, or fucked my co-workers, especially knowing it was just sex. Really good sex. “Tonight is a night of firsts.”
“This is more something you work your way up to,” Phillip said. “And you definitely don’t start with double penetration.”
“Especially with us,” Dustin added.
I raised my brows. “Pretty impressed with yourselves?”
Dustin stood enough to shove the rest of his clothes to the ground, and his cock sprung free, eager and at attention.
I bit my bottom lip. “That’s bigger than I remembered.” Because I’d seen them naked, but not erect.
“I’ve heard that before.” Dustin grinned, and looked past me. “From you.”
Phillip shook his head. “No. I know exactly what I’m getting with you. Thick, cocky, and insatiable.”
“Fact,” Dustin said.
“Insatiable means we’re not done yet, right?” I asked.
Dustin knelt between my legs again, and leaned in, hands resting on the bed on either side of my head. “No, Addie. We’re definitely not done yet.” His mouth was close enough I felt the heat of his reply. “I fully intend to find out what you feel like wrapped around my cock.”
“Okay.” My reply escaped on a puff of want.
Phillip reached behind himself, I heard a drawer slide open and closed, and he handed Dustin a small square package.
The tear of foil resummoned any anticipation that had faded with the banter, and I watched as Dustin rolled on the condom.
He glided the head of his cock along my skin, teasing, drawing out the moment. When he nudged my opening, then slid inside, spreading me open with the slow penetration, his groan mixed with mine.
He leaned forward again to rest his hands near my head, and searched my face. “So fucking gorgeous.”
Heat flooded my face. I couldn’t find a reply, so I wrapped my legs around his hips, and thrust against him, trying to coax out a hard, fast pounding.
Dustin pressed his weight into me, stopping the movement. “You do that, and I won’t last.”
“You did take your time with me, so fair’s fair.” I stopped trying to push. Besides, I wanted to feel him inside me longer. Apparently good sex made me greedy for more. I rolled my head to the side, so I could see Phillip. “Are you just going to watch?” I liked that idea as much as anything else, but I wanted him to enjoy himself, too.
He stood long enough to remove the rest of his clothing, then wrapped a fist around his shaft as he knelt on the bed again. “That’s the plan. And it’s a good plan.”
Dustin moved inside me slowly, reaching a languid pace of in and out, and I resisted the impulse to push back for more now. I was captivated by watching Phillip stroke himself while he watched us.
If I reached out, I could touch him, but I wanted more. “I want to taste you, Phillip.” I covered his hand with mine, measuring the rhythm as he slid up and down his erection, and urging him closer.
He moved in enough to press his cock to my mouth, and I flicked my tongue out, licking away a drop of precum. He moaned and his eyelids fluttered, as I took as much of him in as I could at this angle.
Dustin straightened and pushed my legs higher as he buried himself to the hilt inside me. He paused as Phillip slipped back and forth past my lips.
Dustin pressed a thumb against my clit, and my body jerked away reflexively. He eased up, and moved again more lightly, letting me adjust to the touch against my hyper-sensitive nerves.
He resumed thrusting slowly, teasing me at the same time. This time when orgasm built inside, it didn’t offer release. I hovered near the edge, so close, but with that final nudge just out of reach.
“Tell me what you need, Addie.” Dustin’s voice was coaxing
“I don’t know. Just don’t stop.”
His chuckle was strained, but he focused his touch, circling and rubbing. His cock twitched inside me, and I released a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding, letting out a long cry as pleasure crashed around and through me.
Dustin gripped my thighs, the rough touch drawing out my climax, and any semblance of restraint was gone as he hammered inside me, hard and fast.
Phillip pressed his cock to my lips as much as he slipped away, as he pumped himself.
Dustin’s fingers dug into me, and his grunts grew stuttered and uneven. His movement was frantic, jarring me. Every bit of it was delicious. He paused then shuddered with several more thrusts.
The noises Phillip made were just as incredible. He slipped in and out of my mouth again, grunting as white, sticky fluid struck my face.
As both of them slowed to a stop, so did my world. The sounds of us panting overlapped, drawing me back to a pleasant reality.
“Holy wow.” I couldn’t manage to say anything else.
Dustin’s soft smile and Phillip’s dry laugh were the perfect response.
The way they pulled off the rest of my clothes and cleaned me up was as tender as the sex had been intense, and it was easy to let them settle in on either side of me. Had I ever been this content? Certainly not after sex, but at all? I didn’t know.
I didn’t realize I’d dozed off, safe and comfy and content between Dustin and Phillip, until the bed shifted and nudged me away. I watched the shadows lit by outside light as Phillip pulled on his boxers and left the room.
Sleep beckoned, but curiosity was louder. I was experienced at leaving a bed silently, and I climbed out without disturbing Dustin. My panties and T-shirt were on the floor nearby, a discarded reminder of how amazing the night was. I tugged both on. My jeans were in the living room, but both men had seen me completely naked now, and there was no one else in the house. I could walk around without.
As I left the room, I heard the soft swish of a sliding door, and followed the sound. I crept out onto the back deck, where Phillip sat at the edge of a pool, his feet dangling over the edge and silently kicking back and forth in the water.
I sat next to him. “You’ll get cold.” My voice was too loud in the still, even at low volume.
“I keep the water heated. You should be sleeping.”
Why did I follow him? I wasn’t sure, but I wanted to stay. There was a sadness around him that I wanted to chase away. “I’ve been an insomniac most of my life.” I tentatively immersed my feet to the ankles, relaxing at the warmth that wrapped around me. “It got worse after I was married.” I didn’t mean to bring up Sean, and I certainly didn’t want to talk about him. About the mistakes I’d made with him.
“You deserved better,” Phillip said.
“How do you know that?” There were days I wasn’t certain—I’d married the guy. I’d stayed with him. I brought it on myself.
“Because most people deserve better, and you’re better than most people.”
“I could be a really good actress.”
He shook his head. “You’re way too honest for that. And Cole is a better judge of character than that.”
Interesting observation. I didn’t want to talk about my mistakes. “So what’s your flaw.” I probably could’ve phrased that better.
“I’m sure I’ve got several.”
“Our age and single. The world says that means there’s something wrong with us. I’m a divorcée. Dustin’s a party boy--”
I was really liking this whole Adrienne Sandwich concept. “Reese called you that, and since the conversation is about stereotypes…”
“I’m a widower. That’s my flaw.” Phillip’s reply was quiet, but bitterness lay underneath.
“Oh.” I didn’t know what I expected, but that wasn’t it. “I’m sorry.”
He shrugged. “It happened more than a decade ago. Party boy over there is still going.”
I wanted to ask for more information, but his tone held a distinct edge of let’s not talk about this. I leaned into Dustin. “How did you get a reputation like that? I’m not judging. You rescued me from that asshole this morning who I stayed married to far longer than I should’ve, and you didn’t throw shade. I am curious, though.”
“Part of my job at Rinslet was Vendor Liaison. I like to have a good time when I go out, I’m happy to drink with everyone, and like we said the other night, a lot of people in this industry aren’t bar people.”
“In other words, people are jealous Dustin is good in social situations,” Phillip said.
And now Dustin’s laugh was off as well. I was just jabbing all sorts of nerves tonight. “Well, I don’t think you’re a party boy, and I like you just fine.”
He leaned his weight against me. “Aww. I like you too, Addie.” His kindness and sincerity were back. “What about you and the knob who doesn’t realize you’re way out of his league? What’s the story there beyond thank you for not judging me?”
“Not a misunderstanding in my case. I was just dumb.”
“I doubt that,” Phillip said.
Yeah, well… “I met him in college. I’d never had a real boyfriend—yeah, yeah, I know. Who went to college and had never dated before?”
“No one said anything.” Dustin was kind.
They didn’t need to. I had self-flagellation down. “I’d never had a guy pay that kind of attention to me before. My friends were already married and had kids, and I was at the point where I figured something was wrong with me that I didn’t. When he said all the sweet, intense things, including that he was falling in love, I figured he must be right. And then…”