Gabriel's Naughty Game

by Madelynne Ellis

  It’s hard to believe this is only our second time together.

  I sit up and stare at my sleeping lovers. Gabriel still fills the very deepest depths of my heart, but now that I have Nye, I don’t want to give him up. Which leaves me praying that Gabriel’s game will last.

  “Please,” I beg whichever deity might be listening. “Make it last.”

  Chapter Three

  Last it does, through a third week and then a fourth. Summer arrives hot and breezy, and we fuck in cornfields and across the hoods of cars. Gabriel and Nye, they torment me with ice cubes, sup sparkling champagne from out of my navel, and goad each other on in an eternal quest to make me come twice in a row.

  Through all this time, Gabriel maintains his obsession with watching us fuck. Sometimes I watch him writhe with pleasure, as if he is me and my bliss is his when Nye’s cock slides deep inside of me. Other times he pushes Nye aside and jealously keeps me all to himself. It’s those times that I love him most, even as my fear swells that he’ll call off the whole arrangement.

  It’s Wednesday evening when I swagger into Nye’s bar after work and perch on a bar stool right before him. “What are you having?” he asks, while he swirls a cloth around a glass.

  “You and an alcopop.”

  He turns his head from side to side, surveying the dimly lit bar. It’s still quiet. A few patrons are dotted around on the leather couches reading newspapers and watching old sports reruns on the flat screen on the far wall. He hands me a drink, passing me something fluorescent blue, then nods his head at the other member of staff. “I’m going upstairs, Rose, to check everything’s fine for the booking tonight. Holler up if it gets busy.”

  “Sure thing, whatever.” She crosses her arms and looks bored.

  “Come with me.” He takes me by the hand, and leads me upstairs whilst I suck my neon drink through a straw. We enter the function room upstairs and he immediately thrusts me up against the bar. “Does Gabriel know you’re here?”

  “Sent him a text.” I prove it by flashing Nye a glimpse of my phone.

  “So, he’s on his way over.”

  “Expect so.” When it’s a toss-up between after-work five-a-side or some good old-fashioned sexing, I know which one is likely to win out. Chances are Gabriel’s already battling the rush-hour traffic in his quest to be here.

  Nye gently strokes the side of my throat. “That doesn’t give us long for the warm-up act.” He raises his brows, making me realize that he’s asking me a question. In response, I promptly put aside my drink.

  This, of course, is playing doubly naughty, but part of me revels at the idea of Gabriel arriving and catching us in the act. I’ve barely exchanged a kiss with Nye without Gabriel being around directing events. Then again, I don’t want to jeopardize our arrangement. I want it to last. As consternation sets in, I slowly drag my teeth over my lower lip. I want this. God, I’m so ready for Nye and his warm-up act after the dog-eared day I’ve had at work, but, “Shit! Gabriel might not like it.”

  Nye rubs his perpetually stubby chin. “Afraid he’ll punish us?”

  “Or worse.” I bite my lip again.

  “Worth the risk?” he asks, leaning forward to give me a kiss, which I accept hesitantly. Okay, not so hesitantly, at least not after first contact, once the spark of lust has been lit.

  “You do realize what it is that Gabriel wants, don’t you?” Nye asks, looking me straight in the eye once we part. “Although getting him to admit it…” He shrugs.

  Breathlessly, I stare back at him and shake my head. “What do you think he wants?”

  “Em, you know as well as I do. You’ve known it all along. Think about what he’s doing while he’s watching us. What exactly is it he’s getting off on?”

  It’s my turn to shrug now. I’m not sure I really understand Gabriel’s obsession, but then I’m far more of a do girl rather than an observer. I like to be in the thick of things. Gabriel’s just fine among the sidelines. I wait for Nye’s explanation, but his brows knit together and he shakes his head instead.

  “Oh sod Gabriel, just this once. I want to make you come all by myself.”

  Immediately, he reaches for the hem of my skirt. His warm hands stroke up my thighs. He snags the top of my panties and pulls them down so that they catch around my knees. “Better take them right off.” He bends and helps me step out of them, then brings the scrap of lace to his nose and breaths in the scent of my arousal before placing them upon the bar. “How does it feel with no one watching?”

  I give a wriggle as the cool air in the bar caresses my bare skin. “Naughty.” Yep, that’s what it feels most of all. I’ve grown accustomed to Gabriel’s presence and his overattention to detail. It seems weird and desperately taboo to do this without him around. Still all my reservations melt away when Nye kisses me and his hands start roving over my bottom. There’s something especially sensual and possessive about the way guys do that, the way they grab hold and circle their palms, and pull you tight against them. His cock catches at the apex of my thighs, thrilling me with its potential. It’s so temptingly close, but that’s all it is at this point, a big old tease that makes me gasp every time it rubs up against me.

  “Getting hard, pussycat?” he whispers, as he uses the tip of his erection to stroke my clit. “Think this is going to be a quickie.”

  There’s nothing quick about any of our encounters with Gabriel. He likes to prolong the agony, make me wait until I’m completely overwrought before allowing me a release.

  “Ready?”

  Nye turns me around and we back step to the nearest table, the surface of which is deliciously cool against my rear as I’m settled upon it at just the right height for Nye to huddle up close and slide into me in one gloriously fulfilling thrust.

  He holds my legs up in front of him, tears off my sandals and plants rows of kisses upon the tops of my feet, and all the while his hips piston and form a perfect rhythm with mine.

  I want Gabriel to see us. I want him to know that I’m turned-on.

  I lift my top and stroke my own breasts, then claw desperately at the table edge.

  Gabriel arrives. Dear Lord, I sense him before he even enters the room, and despite the thunder I see in his face when he catches sight of us, I’m deliriously excited by his arrival. He’s rough when he leans over and kisses me.

  “That’s enough.” He slaps Nye hard across the arse. “I don’t remember giving you permission to fuck her unaccompanied.”

  Nye stays right where he is, filling my pussy and making me mewl.

  “And I don’t recall you specifically saying it was banned.”

  In most relationships that argument would never cut it, but in ours…

  “True enough,” Gabriel agrees, and he touches Nye’s arse again, this time more softly, tracing two fingers over the red welt he’s raised with his palm. The attention plays havoc with Nye’s rhythm. Suddenly he’s floundering, and his mouth is opening on a gasp. The guy’s turned-on by the touch. He even turns to Gabriel seeking more.

  Still stroking Nye’s arse, Gabriel pushes his other hand beneath the tails of Nye’s shirt. Our joint motion stills and Nye closes his eyes, whilst obvious pleasure floods his face. I’m left feeling adrift, shocked by how turned-on they are by each other. I’m not sure I can even compete. I feel I’ve been forgotten.

  There’s a firestorm brewing in my head.

  Maybe it’s my fault, but I can’t help my reaction. I’ve never denied I’m the jealous type. Tears prickling my eyes, I roll off the table and take flight into the ladies’ room. I’ve seen the way they glance at one another. Who exactly has he been watching, me or was it Nye?

  Suddenly I’m not so sure I know my boyfriend anymore. I try to remember back to how we once were—domesticated and kind of humdrum. There was fire in the relationship, but it never burned as hot as it has since we invited Nye to join in.

  It’s a few moments before either of them knock on the door. “Babe, what’s up? Come on out, pl
ease.”

  I don’t answer. What exactly is there to say? Besides, I need to compose myself, paste on a plastic grin.

  Gabriel walks in after another minute has passed. He comes straight over to me by the sinks where I’m still frantically rubbing at the mascara that’s smudged around my eyes. “Why’d you run away? I thought you liked seeing me touch him?”

  Oh, no, he’s not standing there telling me that he was doing that for me. I know that it’s a lie.

  We stare at one another’s reflections in the mirror. “Turn around.” He doesn’t wait for me to comply; instead he helps me along. “Talk to me, babe. What did I do wrong? Don’t you like watching us boys get a bit frisky?”

  I sniff, and Gabe hands me another tissue. “I do, but—” my back becomes ramrod straight “—you just rerouted his whole libido. It was like I wasn’t there.”

  “Babe, you’re always there. You’re the most important part of this whole affair. Without you none of it would be possible.” He squeezes me tight. “I have been thinking that maybe we need to make things more inclusive though.”

  I push him away and raise my face. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean let’s stop pretending that we’re playing a game. We both know it’s better with Nye around, so why not acknowledge that properly.”

  “Seriously?”

  He nods, and wipes a smudge of mascara from my nose. “You know it should be me in here wailing. You and Nye, without me around.”

  “Sorry. Knew you were on your way.” It’s the best answer I have, and the most honest, if truth be told. It’s not like I’d ever deliberately arrange a secret tryst with Nye. I sent Gabe that text letting him know my plans before I’d even set out for the bar.

  “Okay.” He nods and musses my hair. “Perhaps we ought to take this dilemma home to work it out. The bar’s no place for it. None of those tables are built to support three.”

  We’re back to where it all started, sitting on the sofa in our living room doing a grand impersonation of the three wise monkeys, and for all the world I can’t seem to get out what it is that’s still bugging me. Nye is blind to the problem and Gabriel is plain old not listening to me although, to be fair, I’m making that kind of hard by not saying much.

  Eventually, it is Nye who snaps to his feet and growls at us whilst tearing his fingers through the spikes of his hair. “Can we not just settle what it is we all want? I know this started off as a little visual treat for Gabriel, but it’s progressed. Are we still on, or has something gone skew whiff between here and the bar?”

  He looks at me and surreptitiously rubs a hand across his fly. Seems Nye still has an itch and, like me, he was expecting something a little more hard-core than parking our butts on the sofa.

  It’s crazy really how little we all talk, considering the weeks that have bled into months together. We should have discussed boundaries and what the hell each of us wants, ought to have done it when it was all new, when there was less at stake. Then maybe we wouldn’t be feeling so lost and bruised now.

  Leastways, I’m lost and bruised.

  Or maybe I’m just jealous and afraid of what I saw in Gabriel’s heart when he looked at Nye, and what he’s proposing by saying we should end the game.

  “What are you thinking, Em?” Nye asks. He grabs hold of my hands and pulls me closer, so that I end up with my chin pressed into the solid muscles of his thighs. Horny stud still has a hard-on that he’s no longer trying to hide, and I know that looking up at him he’s offering me the easy way out. Everything is so much simpler when we’re fucking. Maybe the answer is to let him lead me up the stairs so we can start a rumba on the bed. If we go, I know that Gabe will follow. He can’t resist knowing, or watching us perform.

  I nuzzle up against Nye’s erection, delicately applying my lips. Even through a layer of fabric I can feel him thicken, so I slide up my hand and pop his button. The teeth of the zip part of their own accord.

  “Oh, babe.” He sighs, drawing my head closer to him. Normally I like to tease, make him whimper by using my tongue before I use my whole mouth to suck him down, but today is different. Today I want to jump straight to the main action. Two minutes maybe and then I’m on my feet.

  “Upstairs,” I order him. “I want you on the bed, stark bollock naked.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He salutes me, wearing a cheeky grin and marches toward the stairs.

  I eye Gabriel before following, “Coming?”

  He gives a shrug. “Depends. I want more than this, you know.” His voice is impossibly soft, like he’s deliberately avoiding conflict. He takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes, which are crinkled at the corners and smudged with dark shadows I haven’t noticed until now. A sense of tragedy lingers over him. It’s as if he’s had everything mapped out and yet now that we’ve arrived he can’t figure how on earth he got here. But them’s plans for you, they don’t always work out.

  My scrutiny causes him to turn away, but not before I see it, the fear in the depths of his eyes that he’s trying to mask. He’s scared, of what I’m not sure—rejection, heartbreak? He casts a sly glance toward the stairs and I figure it out. This all boils down to that touch back in the pub and what exactly it represents. He’s not bothered by what Nye and I were up to, only my reaction to him letting his attention stray in the direction of Nye’s cock.

  “Honesty,” I say. “That’s what I’ve wanted all along. I know you like to watch, but what about the subtext? Deny that you fantasize about Nye just as much as I.”

  Gabe shakes his head. “Can’t deny I like touching him, babe.”

  Pensively, I lick my lips. It might ignite my blood like its rocket fuel watching them exchange the odd touch, but what about moving beyond that.

  A thousand obscenities fly through my brain, but not one of them reaches my lips, which is probably a darn good thing.

  “What are you scared of, Em?”

  Scared, scared!

  And then somehow I can’t seem to hold my words in. “I knew it from the start that you wanted to fuck him. That’s what all this has been about. Bugger all to do with watching me jiggle, and everything to do with you getting your rocks off with a guy. That’s what you want, isn’t it? I bet you’ve been watching us thinking about getting a firm grip on his arse and wedging yourself in nice and deep.”

  “God, no.” Gabriel gives a sad little half shake of his head. “Seriously, Em, you’ve got it all the wrong way.” He reaches for me. “I want him to fuck me.”

  I stare at him with my mouth agape. “Shit! Oh, my God, seriously?”

  He nods.

  “Are you expecting me to watch?”

  “To join in, actually. I want to be inside you, as he does it.”

  I don’t know what to say.

  “Not trying to push you out. Wasn’t using you.” Gabe gives the kind of soul-deep sigh that causes heartbreak. “Came out of nowhere. Shocked the hell out of me to start with, but it ain’t going away.”

  Maybe the attraction to Nye did come later for him. It has been a pretty intense few months, and who wouldn’t fall in love with the guy when he can be as playful and pliable as a puppy dog, and yet buck like a wild bronco.

  “Even if it’s just once—gotta do it.”

  Yeah, Gabriel’s always been that way. Once an idea is planted, he sticks with it until he sees it through.

  “Nye is upstairs waiting,” I say, and I take Gabe’s hand.

  “Yeah.” He sighs.

  “Ready to go on up?”

  “The game is off,” Gabriel announces when we enter the bedroom. “It’s time for some different boundaries.”

  “You’ve told her,” Nye responds. “Jeez, it’s taken you long enough.”

  My hands tighten around Nye’s wrists, and I straddle his thighs.

  “Now?” he asks, and both Gabriel and I nod.

  It’s the work of a moment to strip off my top and bra and send them hurtling onto the carpet. Nye bumps me up his body with a few jogs of his
hips, and his cock nuzzles comfortably against my pussy. Gabriel stays on the periphery watching us fuck. Damned if I don’t love the way he eyeballs my body and his dark eyes drink down the contours of muscles that make up Nye’s washboard abs.

  When he realizes that I’m watching him, color seeps up Gabriel’s neck and into his cheeks. He’s goddamn blushing like he’s some teenage virgin and not the hardened sensualist that I know.

  “You sure about this?” Nye’s smile continues to light up his eyes. “It might not work first time, you know.”

  “It will if we take it slow.”

  A chuckle escapes Nye’s throat, followed swiftly by a growl. “Oh boy, your ass is so mine.”

  We all laugh at that, and some of the nervous excitement is blown away. I climb off Nye and lie back on the bed.

  “Got some lube?” Nye asks.

  Gabriel nods toward the bedside cabinet. “Top drawer.” He gets out the gel and throws it onto the bed, so it lands an inch or so shy of Nye’s hand. I stare at the white and blue bottle that looks so innocuous, but is an icon for what’s to come.

  “Can’t do it with you still decked out like that,” Nye says.

  Gabriel gives a nod and begins by shrugging his jacket from his shoulders. I can’t take my eyes off him as he slowly strips. Off comes the crisp white shirt, revealing that beautiful masculine chest with its pelt of soft springy hair. The scent of his skin permeates the air, and I breathe it down, recalling how much I love the smell of him, all musky and warm and male. I want to push my face right up into his armpit at that moment, sup down a big draft of him and get lost in the cocoon of his warmth. I guess he catches me looking, because he stalks over to the bed. “Do we need to get acquainted again?” The mattress gives as he crawls up above me so that his big body covers mine and I’m pressed deep into the pillows. “Hi,” he says, looking down into my eyes.

  He kisses me deep and slow, and I cling to his broad shoulders. God, I love the weight of him, his skin pressed tight to my skin.