by Opal Carew
Finally she gasped, then slumped between them.
Twenty-three
Evan sipped his coffee as he leaned against the kitchen counter. He wasn’t sure how he felt about anything anymore. The episode with the five of them had been hot and intense, and he was glad he’d taken part, but he still didn’t know how he felt about his changing relationship with Brent. And he was keenly aware that Crystal still had to choose between them, and no matter which one of them she chose, it would adversely affect their friendship. It was all fine and good to think that they could continue fucking together, but that’s all it would be. Fucking. He wanted more with Crystal. He wanted to be the man she spent her life with. Had children with. Grew old with. If she chose Brent, leaving Evan on the outside … Damn, he didn’t know how to cope with that.
“Hey, how are you this morning?” Crystal walked into the kitchen, her skin glistening with dampness, her long wet hair tumbling around her face. The bikini she wore lifted her breasts and revealed a generous amount of round flesh.
Evan had woken up alone in bed this morning. When he’d walked into the kitchen, he’d seen Brent and Crystal romping in the pool.
She walked across the room and snuggled against his back, then kissed between his shoulder blades. “We didn’t want to wake you. It was such a gorgeous day, we decided to go for a swim.”
Evan turned around and took her in his arms, then found her mouth. Her soft lips—cold because of her swim—pressed against his made his body harden. He swept his tongue inside her mouth, needing to join with her.
“Mmm. I think someone’s hungry.” She smiled up at him.
“And not for food.” He lifted her and set her on the counter, then pulled her tight to his body, her knees hugging his hips.
Desire flooded through him as his cock nestled in the cradle of her body, only two thin layers of fabric—his boxers and her flimsy bikini bottoms—providing a barrier between them. God, he wanted to feast on her swelling breasts, to pull aside the fabric blocking him and glide into her. To feel her body envelop him.
“Looks like you guys are starting without me.” Brent grinned from the doorway.
Shit. Evan would love to have Crystal alone, to make love to her passionately, to show her how much he loved her.
Evan held Crystal’s gaze. She stroked his cheek and gazed back sympathetically, as if she knew what he was feeling. He drew back, missing the feel of her warm skin against his naked chest and the comfort of her heat embracing his cock.
“Don’t stop because of me,” Brent said. “If you like, I can just watch.”
A part of Evan wanted to pull away. He longed to have her alone, without Brent present at all, but at least this gave him the opportunity to make love to her solo.
He pulled her to him and captured her lips, driving his tongue deep. Claiming her. When he released her, she sucked in a breath, then pulled him back again for another lip-grinding kiss. Her tongue dove into his mouth and he stroked it with his own, then they undulated together in a tumultuous dance of passion.
His heart thundered in his chest as he pulled her tighter against him, her soft breasts crushing against his chest. He found the clasp on the back of her bikini top and released it, then drew back and pulled it free from her body. Her dusky nipples puckered. He leaned down and captured one in his mouth, licking and stroking the hard nub with his tongue, then he sucked it hard. She gasped, her fingers coiling in his hair and pulling him tighter to her soft breast. He licked and nuzzled, then found the other nipple and sucked it deep.
“Oh, God, Evan.” Her head lolled back against the kitchen cupboard behind her.
He smiled, loving the glow of desire lighting her features. He untied the sides of her bikini bottom and pulled the front down, exposing her delightful shaven pussy.
He wanted to taste her, to press his tongue into her wet opening and lick around and around, then nuzzle her little button until he brought her to orgasm. But his cock ached with the need to be inside her. As if sensing his indecision, she stroked his bulge, then her fingers slipped inside his boxers. At the feel of her soft hand grasping his raging hard cock, he groaned. She pressed it to her opening—God, it was so wet—and shimmied forward on the counter, causing his cockhead to slip in a little.
He couldn’t stand it. He drove forward, impaling her with one thrust. She gasped and clung to him, grasping his shoulders.
“Oh, baby, you feel so good.”
“You too,” she murmured in his ear.
He drew back and drove forward again. She moaned, her face glowing with desire. For him.
He felt special, being inside her like this. Being loved by her.
He thrust again and again. His cock ached with the need to release. She squeezed him inside her body and he groaned.
He kissed her neck. “God, I love it when you do that.”
She squeezed again and he groaned again.
She nuzzled his neck. “Make me come, Evan.”
He tucked her legs around his waist and she tightened them around him, then he cupped her buttocks and pulled her tighter to his body, his cock driving deeper than ever.
“Oh, yes.” Her soft murmur accelerated his desire.
He drew back and thrust again. Then again. Soon he was driving into her like a jackhammer, filling her with his hard cock over and over. Faster and faster.
“Oh, yes.” She whimpered. “Oh, God, yes.”
She tightened around him, her fingernails digging into his back. He filled her again and again. His cock ached with need, then his balls tightened. She gasped and moaned.
“Are you close?” His need to release burned through him.
“Yes, I’m going to … ahhh…”
He watched her eyes glaze as he drove into her, then she moaned.
“Yes, now. I’m … ahhh … you’re making me…” She wailed as she burst into orgasm.
His cock exploded inside her, and he groaned. She squeezed him, gasping at her own pleasure. He rode the wave, pounding into her, fueling their shared bliss.
Finally, her head dropped against his shoulder. He drove deep one more time, holding their bodies tight together. She murmured her approval against his neck, then nuzzled delicately with her lips. He turned his head and captured those delicate lips, savoring the feel of their softness against his own.
“Fuck, you two were hot.”
At the sound of Brent’s voice … the reminder that they were not alone … Evan glanced toward his friend. But he wasn’t unhappy. He had made love to Crystal … felt special in her arms. The fact that Brent had been there, watching, had not interfered with that at all.
In fact, the sight of Brent standing there naked, his discarded trunks on the floor beside his feet, his hand wrapped around his big erection, actually had Evan’s cock twitching for more.
But this time, with all three of them.
* * *
Brent was so fucking turned on having watched Evan’s cock drive into Crystal, his big shaft appearing and disappearing as it speared into her. Now Evan walked toward him, the heat in his gaze palpable. Evan dropped to his knees in front of Brent and brushed Brent’s hand away from his cock. Brent groaned as Evan’s strong hand gripped him, then began to stroke.
Heat jolted through him as Evan’s lips wrapped around his cock and Evan took him deep inside. As his mouth moved up and down, heat blazed through Brent’s groin.
“Oh, fuck, man, I’m too fucking close. If you don’t stop—”
Too late.
* * *
Evan opened his throat to allow Brent’s big cock to go deep. It was hard and solid, and he couldn’t get enough of it. Then hot liquid gushed into his throat. He swallowed the salty semen, then swallowed again as it kept flooding into him.
Man, he never would have thought he’d ever be doing this with another guy, but it was so fucking hot. Especially with Brent. As soon as he’d seen Brent’s huge erection, a result of watching Evan and Crystal fucking, Evan hadn’t been able to help
himself. He’d wanted to feel it. In his hand, in his mouth. In fact, he even wondered if … would he go further than that?
“Now you two are both depleted,” Crystal said.
He stood up and glanced around to see her still sitting on the counter, her legs spread wide, revealing her glistening pussy.
“Maybe I should come and help you both out.” She grabbed the edge of the counter, ready to push herself off.
“No, you stay there and relax,” Brent said, a gleam in his eye. “Evan’s already recovering, and I’d like to help him out.”
Brent crouched in front of Evan and wrapped his hand around Evan’s cock, still slick from Crystal’s essence.
“Mmm. You smell of Crystal.” Brent stroked, then leaned forward and licked Evan’s cockhead. “You taste of her, too.”
Evan moaned as Brent swallowed the tip of his cock, then glided forward, taking Evan’s shaft deeper, then back, then forward again. Brent’s tongue laved around Evan’s shaft as he moved.
“You two are so sexy,” Crystal said.
Evan glanced around to see her stroking her naked breast with one hand and dipping the fingers of her other hand into her wet pussy.
“You like watching us suck each other’s cocks, sweetheart?” Brent asked, also turning to watch her but holding Evan’s erection firmly in the solid grip of his hand.
“Oh, yeah.” She dipped her fingers in deeper, then withdrew them and glided them into her mouth. Then sucked.
Evan’s cock twitched uncontrollably.
Brent glanced at Evan. “It’s so fucking hot watching her get off on watching us.”
“Yeah. It makes you wonder what else we might do that would turn her on even more.” Evan didn’t know why he’d said it, but something spurred him on. Some deep need to experience more with Brent.
Brent’s eyebrow arched up and he smiled. Crystal’s eyes glittered, lust blazing in their depths.
“Do you think … are you guys thinking of doing … more?” she asked.
Evan sent Brent a querying gaze. Brent shrugged, but his eyes lit up.
“I’m game if you are.”
“I’ll go grab some condoms.” Evan shot off to the master bedroom and grabbed the condoms and a bottle of lubricant.
When he returned, Brent was kissing Crystal, who still sat on the counter. As soon as Evan stepped into the room, Brent released Crystal’s mouth, then placed his hands on either side of her and leaned forward.
Evan ripped open one of the packets and rolled the condom on his hard cock, then he applied a generous amount of lubricant gel. He stepped behind Brent and stroked his hard ass, then pressed his cockhead between his cheeks.
“You ready?” Evan asked.
In answer, Brent pressed his ass back against Evan. Evan pushed his cockhead against Brent’s anus, then eased forward, feeling the small opening widen, then stretch around him. He moved slowly, easing in a bit at a time. Crystal peered over his shoulder with intense interest.
Once he was fully inside, Brent’s passage squeezing Evan’s cock tightly, he stopped.
“God, this has my cock hard as a rock,” Brent murmured.
“Well, buddy,” Evan said, “you don’t have to waste a boner like that. I’m sure Crystal wouldn’t mind keeping it warm for you.”
* * *
Crystal’s heart pounded. This was the most exciting thing she’d ever experienced, and given the past week, that was saying a lot. Brent tucked one hand on her lower back and slid her forward. When his cockhead brushed her wet opening, she arched her pelvis toward him. Both men pushed forward, driving Brent’s cock into her.
She sucked in a breath.
“Oh, God,” Brent groaned. “Do it, Evan.”
Both their bodies jerked forward, driving Brent deep into her. Evan moved forward and back in a steady rhythm, filling Brent, causing Brent to fill her. She tightened around him, quivering in pleasure at the feel of his cock stroking inside her. That pleasure pulsed through her, building. Filling her with joy as an orgasm tore through her. Brent groaned as she tightened around him, then Evan grunted. Immediately, Brent erupted inside her, filling her with liquid heat.
She clung to Brent’s shoulders, riding the wave of their shared bliss. Their movements slowed, and when they finally stopped, she slumped against Brent’s chest, her head snuggled into the curve of his shoulder. Evan nuzzled her temple, then she lifted her head and their lips met.
As they kissed, Brent turned his head and brushed his lips to theirs. Crystal’s heart soared with hope that maybe somehow they would find a way to keep this closeness between them.
* * *
Brent opened his eyes to the bright afternoon sunshine, Crystal snuggled in his arms. After their rousing lovemaking, the three of them had stretched out on the bed and napped.
This vacation had opened his eyes to some things. Like how important Evan was in his life and how devastated he would be to lose him. As a friend and now as a lover. At least, a shared lover with Crystal. A lot of questions had haunted him since he’d discovered his attraction to his friend, but he knew that Crystal was the love of his life. If Crystal had never shown up in his life, would he have eventually wound up in an exclusive relationship with Evan? Probably not. It was just that the closeness he and Evan shared, and the fact that they enjoyed intimacy together, meant they could have a deeper relationship with Crystal together. Not just two guys sharing her, but the two of them sharing intimacy together. It made their threesomes more fulfilling.
He glanced past Crystal’s sweet, sleeping face on the pillow beside him to Evan, but Evan wasn’t there. Brent sat up slowly, trying not to disturb Crystal. She sighed and rolled onto her back. Brent stood up and opened the door, then closed it quietly behind him. He walked down the hall to the kitchen, then peered inside. Evan stood by the window, staring out at the pool glistening in the sunlight outside.
“Hey, what’s up?”
Evan shook his head. “This whole thing … it’s not going to work.”
“What do you mean?”
Evan turned around and met Brent’s gaze. “This thing with the three of us. It can’t keep going.”
Brent leaned back against the counter. “Maybe it doesn’t have to end.”
“Yeah, right. We’ll be going back soon. Crystal’s going to choose between us, and then…” His hands balled into fists. “We’ll be back to life as normal. We aren’t going to keep hooking up like this.”
“There’s no reason we have to end this. Even back home we could—”
“Look, I’m not stupid.” Evan crossed his arms over his chest. “I know Crystal is going to choose you.”
“You know she loves you.”
“Yeah, and she loves you, too. Let’s face it, if she loves us both the same—and that’s a big if—then she’s going to pick you. It’s the only thing that makes sense. She already agreed to marry you. For her to pick me, she’d have to love me a whole lot more than you, which doesn’t even make sense.” He sighed. “When you love someone, you just love them. Heart and soul.” He shrugged. “So the way I see it, she either loves us both the same or, more likely, she loves you and thinks of me as a really close friend. One she likes having sex with.” He stared at Brent. “Come on, can you truthfully tell me you believe she might pick me over you?”
Brent stared at Evan. There was nothing he could say to make this better.
“Fuck, sorry. I know you want her to pick you,” Evan said.
“Look, if she does pick me, we can still keep this going. It can be the three of us. Together.”
“Yeah, like I want to be the odd man out. Looking at the two of you from outside.”
“But you won’t be—”
He scowled. “Of course I will be. You two will get married. Have kids. I’ll be a part of it, sure. Uncle Evan to the kids. The best friend who’s always there helping out. But as I said, I’ll be looking in from outside.” He slammed his fist against the counter in frustration. “I can’t fucking do
that. I love her. I want her to be my wife. To have my kids.”
His anguished words tore at Brent’s heart. He knew exactly what Evan meant.
Evan turned and faced Brent. “Fuck, sorry, man. I just…” His hands clenched at his sides. “Look, it’ll be better for everyone if I just pull out. I have a chance at a job in New York. I’ll just move on, give us all some distance. Then you two can find happiness without me hanging around making you feel guilty.”
Brent’s stomach clenched at his friend’s words. “Damn it, Evan. I don’t want you to move across the country. I don’t want you to move anywhere. There’s got to be a way to work this out.”
“Man, if Crystal hadn’t come into the picture … if we’d each found a woman of our own to love … then maybe our friendship could have lasted a lifetime. But once we both fell in love with the same woman…” He shrugged. “That’s a recipe for disaster. The most important thing is that you and Crystal did fall in love, and you deserve that happiness. You can’t let a friendship get in the way of that.” His jaw tightened. “I wouldn’t.”
“Damn it, Evan, we just have to give this a chance. I really think there’s an alternative.”
* * *
Crystal stood outside the kitchen, listening. She’d heard most of the conversation between Brent and Evan. That Evan knew she’d pick Brent, and he was right. She did love both of them, so the only reasonable choice was Brent, the man she’d already agreed to marry.
Her heart ached at how Evan had talked about being on the outside looking in. Of course it would feel that way to him. She had begun to believe that the three of them could work out an arrangement to keep going the way they were, but how could they when it would just make Evan feel even more alone?
If Crystal hadn’t come into the picture … if we’d each found a woman of our own to love … then maybe our friendship could have lasted a lifetime.
Damn. Now Evan was talking about moving to New York. Tears spilled from her eyes. She couldn’t be responsible for breaking up their friendship. She dodged to the patio doors off the dining room and flew into the backyard.
