Three Men and a Woman_Kai

by Rachel Billings

  “Mmm,” he murmured, though his mouth didn’t finish the word his mind and body were saying—“mine.” He wrapped his arms around her hips and held her closely against him, rutting into her with the erection that was filling his jeans. “Lean back,” he said. As she did, as she put her hands on the counter behind her, arching her back and lifting her breasts for him, he took hold with his teeth. He nipped an edge of lace and pulled it back to bare one breast. Then he took the nipple.

  She moaned and arched more, offering that beautiful tit. He stroked his tongue over the distended nipple and drew it hard into his mouth. He sucked on her, used tongue and teeth to stimulate her, until she moaned some more and rocked her pelvis against him. She’d kicked out of her sandals when he’d lifted her, and now she pressed her heels into his ass, keeping him close.

  Groaning, Ryan moved one hand to slide it along her thigh. He went up as far as her hip, where he found the thin band of the thong she wore. He wrapped his fingers in it and tugged up first. Kai seemed to like the way that worked it into her sensitive tissues. Then he tugged down, and brought the little panties out from under her ass. He stepped back so he could take them down her legs.

  “Lie back, now,” he said. “All the way.” Standing between her thighs again, he reached up and opened her bra. He laid the cups to either side and rubbed his hands over both tits. He chafed his palms over her nipples then took them between two fingers, pulling and strumming with this thumbs.

  “Oh.” Kai squirmed, using her heels again so she could rub her pussy over his fly.

  Ryan had other ideas. He ran his hands along her thighs to her knees. Then he pressed them up. “Take hold,” he told her. “Show yourself to me.”

  With a little, anxious murmur, Kai did what he said. She grasped under her knees and held them apart so she was completely bare to him. Her pretty pussy, pink and moist, with the clit engorged and red. Her ass, with its little puckered hole, tempting. “That’s good, baby,” he told her. “Sweet.”

  Flicking his gaze from her pussy to her eyes, Ryan pressed two fingers into her cunt. He went as deep as he could, so even the knuckles of his other fingers pressed in, stretching her opening. He swiveled his hand and thrust a few times, wetting his fingers with her own lube. When he was satisfied, he took them out of her cunt and pushed them up her ass.

  She said, “Oh,” again, but this time it was that earthy, throaty moan that came with anal penetration. “Oh, God.”

  He worked her a bit, reaming her right at that tight sphincter and then going deep, thrusting with the length of his fingers. She let out those breathy moans with each thrust, which kind of made him want to keep it up forever.

  Ryan had more in mind, though. Watching her face, he stuffed his thumb up her cunt. He pressed hard so he was sunk deep into her. Then he started thrusting with his whole hand, his thumb working her pussy and his fingers still up her ass.

  “Take your knees up farther,” he instructed. “Way up to your chest.” He had to give her a little extra hard thrust to get her attention. “Do it.”

  With a plaintive murmur, she did what he said.

  “Nice,” he told her. She was all there for him now, presenting herself like a bitch for the alpha dog. “Good girl.”

  He leaned over, keeping his hand busy where he had her filled, and took her clit into his mouth. He put his tongue on her and sucked hard. Rhythmically, he drew on her in time to the thrusts he gave her.

  With her feet in the air, she had no leverage for arching up for more, but he could tell she wanted to. She rocked her pelvis urgently and whimpered in need. He glanced up and saw those lovely tits thrusting up.

  He lifted from her only enough to speak. “Push your tits together,” he told her. She did what he asked, and he took advantage. With his free hand, he reached up and grasped her nipples, one then the other, tugging, squeezing, rolling.

  Kai seemed to like every bit of it. He could feel her pulling her legs wider, giving him all. She started humming out rough breaths, and rocked herself against his mouth.

  He went at her hard, in every way he incited her. She fell apart with her orgasm, her hands moving to grasp him, his wrist, his hair. She flexed hard, shoving back as he used his tongue on her, as he thrust into her.

  Finally her quick, panting moans turned to a long, constant wail. She shuddered and twitched, her body reveling in the pleasure of it. He kept at her, giving her one of those prolonged orgasms she was capable of.

  Eventually, she came down, her wails turning to quiet mews. Ryan took hold of her legs and let them gently down. Then he gave her a hand to bring her to sitting. Her hair had become tousled as she’d tossed her head in pleasure, and she pushed it back so he could see her face.

  He took a small step back as she gathered herself. Standing in front of her, while she watched, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his cock out. From his back pocket, he took a condom and covered himself.

  “Downward-facing dog,” he said. “Now.”

  * * * *

  Pushing her hair back out of her face one more time, Kai looked at Ryan and tried to suppress a shudder. He was a sweet man—she’d learned already that his partners thought of him as somehow younger, more innocent. He could certainly demonstrate a rough edge during lovemaking, however, and she found it unexpectedly appealing. He had it in him to be demanding, commanding—and hotly sexy.

  He stood before her, his blue eyes intense, one hand stroking his cock, waiting. He didn’t offer a hand to help her down from the counter. If she was going to give herself to him the way he wanted, she was doing it on her own.

  She took her time about it. Shrugging her shoulders, she let her bra straps fall away so the garment dropped to the counter behind her. That drew his gaze to her tits, and she could feel what he no doubt saw—her nipples distended and red. She still felt the sting of the way he’d used them. She’d closed her legs—otherwise, she thought, he’d see pretty much the same at her pussy. She could still feel that, too—the throbbing of her swollen clit, the ache where he’d worked his thumb in her pussy, the burn from the way he’d reamed her ass.

  With arms that wanted to quiver, she lifted herself off the counter and pushed forward. Her legs were unsteady, and she kept her hands on the counter edge behind her while she found her balance. If that put her tits on display for him, well, it didn’t look like he objected. He just kept stroking himself, waiting.

  She still wore her skirt, and it dropped down to cover her when she stood. She was sure, though, that he’d get to see exactly what he was after when she bent forward.

  She gave him what he wanted. She took a single step to his side, bent at the waist to touch the floor, and walked her hands forward.

  The change in his breath let her know he was paying attention. With a single finger running up her ass, he lifted the skirt again, giving himself the view he wanted. He spent a moment just looking, a little murmur signaling his appreciation.

  When he spoke, his voice was gruff, rough. “Pussy or ass? Choose now.”

  “Ah—”

  He put his hands on her hips, his thumbs pressing toward her center. “Now,” he told her.

  “Pussy!”

  “Yes.” He thrust into her, going deep in a single stroke. Then he held her and fucked her, rocking her hips back to meet each drive into her. He went at it methodically, as though his only concern was his own pleasure.

  Somehow, that was hot. Kai felt strong, powerful as he used her. He groaned out his satisfaction, and she took it as a tribute to her woman’s body, her sexual clout.

  Then, while he was thrusting harder, huffing out harsh breaths, fucking her like his orgasm was upon him, he turned the tables on her. With one thrust, he shoved his thumb into her ass. With the next, he reached his other hand around to rub her clit. He didn’t miss a single stroke, just kept working her ass and clit in the same rhythm he fucked her pussy.

  “No,” she groaned. She could stay there, bent in that submissive position, and let him fu
ck her all night. But she couldn’t hold herself up for him, so much of her weight on her hands, and let herself fall into the sexual storm he was raining down on her.

  He seemed to get her dilemma. He pulled his cock out of her and moved his hand from her clit, sliding it up under her ribs to help lift her. As he did that, he switched from his thumb in her ass to two fingers, and, when she straightened, she bore down hard on them. He left them there, penetrating her, and supported her with his forearm below her breasts. “Walk,” he instructed her. “Table.”

  His small dining table sat beyond the island counter. With a nudge from his body behind her, she lifted her feet and did a kind of shuffle in that direction. He was pressing so much into her ass that she wanted to go to tiptoe in escape, though she didn’t really believe that would solve the problem. She was certain she could count on him to just up the pressure.

  They moved, mostly under his power, until they reached the table. They’d cleared the dishes, so it was covered with only a rough linen cloth.

  “Reach across for the far edge,” he told her. He waited for her to comply. “Now drop down until your tits hit the table.”

  When she complied, he murmured his approval. He liked her like that, and she knew why. When he fucked her now, the rough cloth would abrade her nipples.

  “Good girl,” he said, and he went back to his original position—his cock shoved into her cunt, one set of fingers at her clit, and his thumb in her ass. “Oh, that’s good, baby. Kai,” he went on as he started fucking her. Quickly, he was slamming into her. She fell more onto the table, and it rocked with every thrust. And each time, the cloth chafed her breasts and her clit rubbed harder against his fingers.

  Despite those things, Ryan still fucked her as though her pleasure was no concern of his. He worked himself into her, harder and faster, until his satisfaction groaned out with every breath. Until he started to shudder and curse. Until he stiffened, his hard muscles tense, his cock thrust deep, all the way inside her, and, with a primal growl, he came.

  Kai did, too, driven in part by his feral orgasm. While he held deep inside her, his cum spurting, she ground down on him—on his cock, his thumb, his fingers. Her hips bucked, making the most of all that stimulation. Ryan must have felt that, too, because he let out another urgent curse.

  They both shook with it until, finally, Ryan withdrew and Kai was left there, collapsed on the table. She was barely aware of Ryan’s movement behind her. At the edges of her consciousness, she knew he was re-fastening his jeans, the only bit of undressing he’d done.

  Then he touched her, rubbing with two fingers in one particular place. Just to the left of her spine, right where the flare of her ass began.

  The place where, she knew, Tim had sucked a mark onto her the night before. He’d put his stamp on her, deliberately, she was sure, right next to where Vin had left his mark the day before that.

  Ryan caressed there, rubbing those two bruises, and then stepped away. “Get dressed,” he said. “I’ll take you home.”

  He disappeared into his bedroom. After a couple deep breaths, Kai pushed up, gathered her clothing, and took herself to his bathroom. She cleaned up and dressed and then found Ryan waiting for her, his keys in his hand. He touched her politely, impersonally, as he guided her through his door, down the elevator, and into his truck. He was silent as he drove. In a few minutes, he had them outside her building.

  He double parked and left the motor running. But he got out and came around, opened the door for her, and gave her a hand out. With his body, he kept her in the vee between truck and door. He looked down at her, his face more closed than she’d ever seen it.

  “You have my number,” he said. “Call me when you’re done with them.”

  He moved then, letting her by, and stayed there while she wound her way between the parked cars, up the curb, and through the doors to her building. She looked back once, after she nodded to the security guy, and saw that Ryan still stood there, watching.

  Chapter Seven

  The three friends had stopped talking about Kai except for anything regarding her as a client. Tim knew Ryan was distressed about the situation, and that had him worried. He was afraid Ryan’s heart had gotten involved, and Tim didn’t know what to do about that. The obvious thing would be for him and Vin to stop seeing the girl. Since they weren’t talking about it, Tim didn’t know how Vin would feel about that, but he did know his own feelings.

  He’d been seeing Kai every two or three days for the last couple weeks. He liked her, dammit. Evenings, they’d go out or stay in for Thai or Chinese and a movie. On weekend days, they’d taken a couple short trips—to the beach once, and another time to Atlantic City for a bout of lighthearted gambling. Every night they spent in bed, and, however that went, smoking wild sex or sweet gentle lovemaking, he fucking loved it.

  With little success, he tried not to think about whether she was still seeing Vin and Ryan. She didn’t say, and he couldn’t bring himself to ask. He no longer saw marks on her body left by someone else, but that didn’t help, because she’d stopped him doing it, too. Admittedly, it was a bit sophomoric—deliberately leaving a sucking bruise some intimate place on her body, making it plain he’d been there and had her. Sophomoric, but also pretty damn gratifying.

  Nonetheless, a couple weeks back, he’d put his mouth on her breast and started to suck, and she’d slipped her fingers in to break the suction and told him to stop it. He lifted his head to look at her, but he was also in the middle of fucking her, so he let it go. He hadn’t done it again, though, and no one else had, either.

  It was kind of hard to ask her what that meant.

  That all happened about the same time Ryan turned grumpy at work, and Tim had a feeling those two things might be connected.

  If Tim was a better man, he’d give over to his friend. Or if he wasn’t a better man but didn’t like Kai so damn much.

  Probably, it couldn’t last forever. If either or both of his buddies were still seeing her, somehow they’d have to work out a solution eventually. If Ryan was in a sulk about it, for sure they’d have to address it.

  But he did like Kai that damn much, and so he figured he’d put off confronting the problem for as long as he could.

  She was on his arm tonight at a gala for a new heart center, and the pleasure it gave him—him in a tux, her all dolled up and gorgeous—was enough to make him a little nervous. It felt good. Almost too good.

  They’d shared a couple glasses of decent champagne, nibbled a bit on pretty spectacular hors d’oeuvres passed around by uniformed staff, and danced. He especially liked that part, when he got to hold her in his arms and enjoy her grace and beauty.

  He knew quite a lot of the folks at the event—mostly, they were friends or at least acquaintances of his family. He was surprised at how many of them knew Kai, too, though he eventually realized he shouldn’t be. Some of the women present were exactly the sort that made up Tone’s main client base.

  He also shouldn’t have been surprised when one couple, his brother and sister-in-law, greeted them as he brought Kai off the dance floor.

  “Danny. Bea,” he said, giving his brother a quick man hug and Beatrice, whom he liked quite a lot better, a good, fond squeeze.

  He introduced Kai. Bea was her usual friendly self, taking Kai’s hand and greeting her. Danny seemed to stop smiling, though, when Tim gave him Kai’s name. There was a definite chill when he put his hand out to meet Kai’s.

  Tim was taken aback. It wasn’t unusual for both brothers to be at the same charity event, or that Tim would have a pretty woman as his date. When their father had died three years earlier, Danny had become CEO of the family business. He took his role seriously and was always unfailingly polite. He’d always taken in stride an introduction to whatever woman was on Tim’s arm. But he was cool with Kai, enough so that Bea exchanged an inquiring glance with Tim.

  Nothing more came of it, though, as Danny spotted someone he needed to speak with, or pretended
to, put his hand on Bea’s elbow, and led her away. Kai didn’t seem to see anything amiss, smiling as Tim took her hand for another dance.

  Tim didn’t leave Kai until after noon the next day. It was Sunday, and he meant to spend a good part of the afternoon working out. But before he left for the gym, he stopped to make a call to Danny, one his brother had requested by text a couple hours earlier. Tim had still been with Kai then and…occupied.

  Danny wasn’t interested in small talk. He didn’t so much as say hello. “Tim,” he said. “Ten years ago, about a week after you graduated, Dad wrote a check to Kai Morrison for one mill. You know why that might have happened?”

  Tim had been stuffing gear into his gym bag but stopped doing that to sit down on his bed. “No,” he said. “I don’t know anything about it.”

  “It looks like a payoff, and you don’t know anything about it? Was she on the yacht the night of the party? Maybe something happened to her that shouldn’t have?”

  Tim flopped back on the bed, recalling his vague memories of the girl he and his friends had forgotten, leaving her tied to a bed after they’d all fucked her.

  Kai.

  Kai took a million dollars from his father.

  He remembered with extreme clarity, and not only because he’d been sober for it, the difficult conversation he’d had with his father on the Monday following his graduation. It was more stern lecture than discussion, themed around growing up, acting responsibly, and stepping up to his expected role in Randall Enterprises. Hard words had been exchanged, and Tim had stormed out of his father’s office.

  Since that day, it had been Danny rather than Tim who was groomed for the Randall CEO position. That was what Tim had wanted, and he was mostly happy for it. But he regretted that it had caused a rift between him and his father, one that hadn’t fully healed before the old man had died.