by Lila Dubois
Carly didn’t know what to say, so she slid into the space between them on the couch. She cupped Lance’s face and kissed him. It was soft and gentle, and as she did it, Preston’s hands came to rest on her back, supporting her. She’d arrived here tonight, so certain she could resist this. Them. She’d been a fool.
She pulled away and Lance touched her lower lip with his thumb. “You won’t be alone, Carly. Either of you. If I died…you’d have each other.”
“Lance. Nothing’s going to happen to you.” Carly’s heart was beating hard. She’d met him only days ago, and yet she cared for him and hated hearing him sound so sad, so certain of his own death. Whether he realized it or not, he was holding himself back from this relationship.
Carly’s mother had always said she lacked common sense when it came to a challenge. Tell her she couldn’t do something and Carly would move heaven and earth to do it.
This morning, she was bailing, pulling herself out of the threesome. Now, tonight, faced with Lance’s attempts to leave, she was digging in her heels. If she was staying, by God, he was going to be here too.
Preston ran his hand through her hair, drawing her attention. “Given Lance’s continued involvement in the reserves, maybe—”
Carly’s temper flared. “Preston, don’t say it. Don’t even think it.”
“But,” Preston said, holding his hand up, “Lance is right. For now, we have each other. We’re stronger as three.”
Lance pressed himself against Carly’s back, his arms circling her waist. Preston cupped her arms, resting his head on hers. They stayed that way, taking a moment to be with each other.
These two men were hers to care for, to think and learn and create with. Hers to love.
Reaching up, she placed a hand on each of their cheeks—Lance’s skin rough with stubble, Preston’s smooth and warm.
“There’s still something we need to talk about.” Preston sounded reluctant to break the spell.
Carly knew what he was talking about. She was anxious to have this conversation. Disengaging from both men, she returned to her seat across from the couch.
She looked at each man in turn. “We need to talk about the sex.”
Preston leaned forward on the couch, bracing his elbows on his knees. “You said you didn’t want us to use you against each other.”
“That’s right.”
“We won’t.” Lance looked at Preston, and Carly was taken by the way her hot Marine deferred to the other man.
“But,” Preston said, “sexually, you are the center.”
Carly stiffened. “Are you sure?” Maybe she could draw some fire away from herself, put them on the hot seat.
“Lance has said he’s not interested in me sexually.”
Carly recognized Preston’s careful wording. “And you?”
He grinned, not the least bit uncomfortable with their conversation. “While I don’t discount it completely, I must confess I prefer the company of women.”
She shook her head. “I’m not going to do what you’re asking.”
Preston wasn’t deterred. “Carly, we need you to.”
“It’s too much. You’re both amazing lovers, but when we’re all together…” She shook her head. “I couldn’t think. I lost myself. Do you know how frightening that was?”
“There’s nothing wrong with giving in to the pleasure.”
Pleasure wasn’t the issue. “What you’re asking me to do is give up control. Completely.”
“You’re right. I am.” Preston met her gaze. She looked away, worrying her lower lip with her teeth, lest he see too much. Preston was astute. Sometimes she felt like he saw too much in her face. Truths she wanted to keep hidden.
She was the owner of a company, a technological pioneer. She couldn’t afford to doubt herself or feel unsure of her own power. Surely Preston could understand that he was asking for too much. “I’m not comfortable with that.”
“You’re not comfortable giving up control in general, but this would be limited to sex. Outside the bedroom, we’re all equal partners.”
“And, let’s face it, Carly, you’d have all the control,” Lance said. “Unless you’re happy and willing, none of us get sexual release.”
“Carly, we need you to accept us. This way.”
Carly blew out a breath. Some women, maybe most women, would think she was crazy for objecting. Two gorgeous men wanted to have sex with her, wanted to pleasure her to the point that she couldn’t even think straight.
But that was the problem.
“I want to try something.” She rose and they did too. She moved to an open area of floor.
Preston and Lance faced her. Preston had a little half smile on his face, and Lance was looking at her in a way that was almost predatory and definitely possessive.
Carly faced them, struck again by the realization they were hers and she was theirs. She’d been overwhelmed before, both physically and emotionally. Now she was on steadier emotional ground.
She started with Preston. Stepping up to him, she rose onto her toes and feathered a light kiss over his cheek. Even that soft touch was enough to have her blood humming. His hands settled lightly on her hips, not really holding her, just resting there. He passed the test. She’d known he would.
Turning to Lance, she leaned to kiss him, but before she could, he grabbed her. Lance’s lips fused to hers. His passion was immediate; his hands pulled her hard against him and her body bowed to his. Planting her hands on his shoulders, Carly pushed away.
“Lance.” Preston sighed. “How is that not overwhelming her?”
Carly took two big steps back. The hope she’d felt a moment ago that this would all work out was withering.
Lance looked at Preston, then back to her, his brow furrowed. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, you didn’t hurt me.” She didn’t know how to explain that the way they could make her lose herself frightened her, that she didn’t trust them—or herself—on an emotional level.
“Think about it from her point of view.” Preston held out his hand to Carly, and she put her fingers in his, letting him draw her forward. “We’re bigger than her, stronger than her, and we just told her we expect her to be the focus of both our sexual needs.”
Lance muttered a curse. “I hadn’t thought about it like that. Carly…”
She looked at him. His gaze searched her face and, after a moment, he shook his head. “I can’t promise I won’t be demanding. But I would never hurt you. I don’t want to scare you. I’ll protect you. Even if it’s from myself.”
“As will I.” Preston rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb.
Tears filled her eyes. Carly had to look away. She felt the shift, felt her fear melt away as her heart opened. They might overwhelm her physically, but she knew they wouldn’t hurt her or betray her trust or let her get so lost, she couldn’t find her way back.
“Thank you.” Carly looked between them, and then took Lance’s hand in hers. She drew him closer and kissed him. He was stiff, frozen. She didn’t want that. Carly opened her lips, nipped his. Lance growled and his arms started to come around her. Preston got there first, cradling her as she kissed Lance, his lips on her neck, making her shiver in pleasure.
When they broke apart, Carly was panting. She took a step away from them, wanting to look at them. They both looked good enough to eat.
“Carly.” Preston’s gaze was piercing. “Do you trust Lance?”
“I…think so.” Lance was strong, determined. In her mind, he was still the enigma, the lover she’d yet to pinpoint. He’d been a raging bull at the hotel, charging, dominating, and yet he’d just shown he could hold himself back.
“Do you trust me?” Preston asked.
Carly’s gaze roamed over his face. “I…yes. I do.”
“Good.” He picked up one of her hands and kissed it. “Then come with me.” He looked at Lance. “Both of you.”
*****
Preston led them to his bedroom. The room
was probably small by the standards of other places in the country, but in San Francisco, it was downright spacious.
“Lance, can you grab the straight back chair from the office?”
Lance nodded and disappeared. Carly eased herself onto the side of the bed. She could try to tell herself she hadn’t planned for this, hadn’t wanted it, but the fact that she’d gone home and changed into a matching bra and panty set to wear under her simple wrap dress proved it was a lie. She’d known all along if she came here tonight, she’d commit to them, and if she committed to them, she’d end up in bed with them.
Lance brought in a Shaker-style chair, putting it near the foot of the bed.
“What’s that for?” Carly asked.
“We’re going to use it to make sure we don’t overwhelm you again.”
Preston was clearly leaving nothing to chance. “How?”
“I’m going to tie Lance to the chair.”
“Fuck,” Lance groaned. “Why me?”
“Because you tried to fuck her on a piano.”
“You were fingering her on a desk.”
“Gentlemen, seriously?” Carly raised her hand. “We’re back to this?”
Preston knelt and pulled a box from under the bed. In it was an array of sex toys, some of which Carly didn’t even recognize.
“Damn,” Lance said, looking over her shoulder. “That’s quite a collection.”
Carly bumped into him when she took a step back. It wasn’t what she saw that scared her. What alarmed her more was how aroused she suddenly was.
Lance nuzzled her neck and she moaned.
“Starting without me?” Preston pulled some rope and straps from the box. He set them on the bed, and grabbed Carly’s hips to tug her away and turn her. As she faced Lance, Preston pushed her back into his open arms.
She went willingly, eagerly. As she leaned into Lance’s embrace, she felt the hard length of his cock. He tipped her chin up and kissed her. His tongue touched the seam of her lips, then ventured into her mouth. Her hands were on his chest, but the fabric of his shirt was in the way, keeping her from what she wanted most. Bare skin. True contact.
Unbuttoning his shirt, she pushed it off his shoulders, her fingers working their way along his arms, tracing and kneading his thick muscles.
Hands touched her hips, her back. Preston brushed her hair aside and kissed the hollow of her neck as he untied her dress. She moved away from Lance, stepping back as Preston pulled her dress off. It fell to the floor around her feet.
Preston’s hips pressed against her ass, pushing her against Lance once more. His hands roamed over her sides while Lance cupped her face and kissed her.
Wanting to test them, Carly took Preston’s hand and, lacing his fingers with hers, she ran their connected hands over Lance’s bare back. She expected either one or both of the men to protest, but neither did. She relaxed a little. She didn’t think this would work if they used her as a shield between them, but maybe this way—this true joining of three—would work.
“Let’s get into position,” Preston whispered against her neck.
Lance stepped away, shucking his shoes, socks, pants and boxers. The lights in Preston’s bedroom were brighter than those in the hotel, and she was struck again by the girth of Lance’s cock. She licked her lips, remembering how it felt to have him in her mouth as Preston fucked her. She’d always been a sexual person, but she’d never felt so wanton before.
“Lance, will you sit?”
Casting a suspicious glance at Preston, Lance sighed and took a seat in the straight-backed chair. He folded his arms.
“Carly?” Preston handed her some leather straps.
“Me?”
Preston smiled. “This is for you. Put them around his ankles.”
Kneeling at Lance’s feet, she strapped his ankles to the chair legs. Propping her chin on his knee, she watched as Preston wrapped the smooth nylon rope three times around Lance’s waist and chest, binding him to the chair. When Preston was finished, he stood.
“That’s it?” Carly asked.
“You want more?” Preston countered.
“His hands are free.”
“I’m fine with that.” Lance traced her cheek with his knuckle.
“We’ll need his hands,” Preston said.
Keeping her chin on Lance’s knee, she looked up at the other man. “How is it that we’re both naked and you’re still dressed?”
“You’re hardly naked,” Preston said, drawing her up. “But we can remedy that.”
Preston positioned them so their sides faced Lance, giving him an excellent view as she helped him undress. When his dress shirt and vest were heaped on the floor, she dropped to her knees and unbuckled his belt before sliding his pants down his hips. His boxer briefs were tight, the ridge of his cock visible. She reached for the waistband, but he pushed her hands away.
“No, I’ll keep these on. Maybe it will help my self control.”
“What exactly are we doing?” Lance asked.
Instead of replying, Preston drew Carly to her feet and in quick, confident movements unfastened her bra and pushed her panties down her hips. She stepped out of them, suddenly a little shy. Now that she’d accepted these men would be with her for the rest of her life, it was nerve-wracking to stand before them naked. What if they didn’t like what they saw? What if she wasn’t the type of woman they were normally attracted to?
Those thoughts fled as Preston urged her onto Lance’s lap. Her legs were spread on either side of him, her already wet pussy open and close enough to his cock that her lower body clenched. She smiled tentatively at Lance, resting her hands on the smooth skin of his muscled shoulders.
Lance wasted no time taking advantage of his unbound hands. He pinched one nipple, while his other hand ventured into the wet folds of her sex. Carly grasped his arms tighter, shivering at the first jolts of pleasure produced by his finger brushing her clit.
“Hold Carly still, Lance.”
Lance’s hand slid from her pussy and she whimpered at the loss. He drew her forward so their chests were together, her head resting on his shoulder, face turned to the side.
She watched as Preston returned to the box. When he stood, he held a tube and something that caught the light in his hands.
Slamming her palms against Lance’s shoulders, she tried to push away. His arms came around her hips and back like steel bands.
“What are you doing?” Lance asked Preston as Carly wiggled against him.
The other man returned to stand in front of the chair. Twisting her head, Carly looked at what he held—a long, slim glass plug.
“Good idea,” Lance said.
“Are you…what are you…” Carly pushed against Lance, not really trying to get away, but needing to do something. Her stomach lurched, her belly fluttered, and she was so aroused, she could feel her heart beat in her breasts, her pussy.
Preston’s hands smoothed over her back down to her ass. “You said you’ve had anal sex before.”
“Yes, but…”
“We’re going to fuck you that way, so all of us can be together.” Lance’s voice was as strong as the muscles in his arms.
With a shiver, Carly relented. She knew that. Understood their desires. She shared them, wanted what they were offering. She stopped pushing against Lance, and instead clung to him. Preston scooted her hips back, so she sat on the edge of Lance’s knees. Lance cupped her ass, his fingers tugging the globes apart.
“Wait,” she whispered. “I—”
The cap of the lube clicked and Preston’s slippery fingers brushed the crevice of her ass.
Lance whispered soothing words, his breath hot against her ear. “Shhh, gorgeous, relax.” He took one hand from her ass to support her head where it rested against his shoulder. Preston grabbed her ass cheek, pulling it to the side.
One slippery finger circled her anus, then pressed against the center. Carly tensed. She’d had anal sex before, but it had been years ago, and she�
�d been drunk and horny. Despite the wine they’d had with dinner, she suddenly felt very sober, and her emotions were swinging from excited they would use her this way to scared it would be too painful. She knew all too clearly what it would mean if they did this. They would both be inside her. At the same time.
“Relax, Carly, this won’t hurt,” Preston murmured.
Lips kissed their way along her spine, and Preston’s hand slid under her, reaching to stroke her pussy. Two fingers rubbed her clit in tight circles as Lance fisted his hand in her hair and tipped her head back to kiss her. She relaxed, and Preston’s finger entered her ass. Gasping, she broke the kiss with Lance, burying her face against his neck.
Preston’s finger pumped in and out of her tight hole, working its way deeper with each thrust. It was uncomfortable for a moment, then pure pleasure flooded her.
“I’m going to add a second finger,” Preston whispered against her back. “This may hurt.”
There was pressure against her anus, but before she could tense up, he pushed the tips of two fingers inside. A wave of intense pleasure consumed her. She bit Lance’s shoulder.
“Damn,” Lance said. “Preston, stop, you’re hurting her.”
“No.” She lifted her head. “He’s not. I swear.”
Lance’s gaze met hers. He nodded as one of his hands slipped between them. He touched the lips of her sex, rubbed her clit.
Preston pulled his fingers out of her ass. “Are you ready for more?”
“Yes,” she said, riding a wild wave of arousal.
Carly felt the cold touch of glass at the entrance to her ass. It slid in smoothly, each inch pressed further by Preston’s steady hands. She gasped as her ass was stretched wider.
“Almost in.”
“It’s big,” she whispered.
“We need to stretch you,” Preston said, his words dark and dangerous, “so we don’t hurt you.”
He withdrew the plug partway, then pushed it in again. This time, he didn’t stop. Carly gasped as the thickest part entered her, then her body closed around the narrow neck, holding it in. It was by no means slim enough she could ignore the way it stretched her ass and shifted as she moved.
