by Joey W. Hill
"Sure about that?" Geoff said silkily. "I happen to know you love spreading her thighs, watching the quiver of her tits as you thrust into her. You love watching her face while she gets lost in it, in what you're doing to her. Maybe she'd like the same thing. To see both of our faces."
"Yeah. Maybe. Didn't think about it like that. Okay. Front, then." Chris pried Geoff's hand off him and brushed his mouth over Geoff's. "I don't worry about that other shit. I never have. Not really."
Seeing the truth of it in Chris's face, Geoff remembered what Logan had said when he'd sought his counsel about Chris. There were those rare few in the world who didn't worry about being gay, straight or something in between. Enlightened, he'd called it.
Responding to Chris's honesty with a short nod and a hard squeeze of his bare hip, Geoff turned his attention back to Sam. He adjusted her so she was sitting on the bench rather than kneeling, then put her into a reclining position, palming the back of her head until it met the cushioned headrest. Guiding her bound wrists over her head and behind her, he unlatched one cuff to thread it through a handle before closing it around her wrist again, holding her there. The position left her with her elbows comfortably bent but upper body arched and water-sleek. Between that and the leap of needy response in her eyes when he restrained her, he couldn't resist trailing his fingers over one glistening breast.
"What are you thinking, Samantha Beth?" he asked. A glance showed him Chris was working some lube over his dick, another distracting visual. The gentle giant, always making sure he wouldn't hurt their beautiful sub.
"I'm not thinking at all," she whispered.
"Good. If I'd left your hands free, I would have had you put lube on my cock, get me ready for him. But I think I like looking at you like this, waiting for him to slide into you. Watching the two of you is almost as good as being inside you."
Her eyes glowed. "It's a balance with him, isn't it?" she asked with that lovely shiver in her voice.
"Yeah. I might top him, but we both top you. Him taking you at the same time is a reminder of that."
Chris slid up beside him, his hand trailing along Geoff's waist, the upper curve of his buttock. "That may be true, but we're both hers, Geoff. She knows it." He gazed at Sam, his eyes covering the same hot-as-hell terrain that Geoff had been enjoying. "Or she should. Shouldn't she?"
"Yes," she said. There was a delicious plea in her tone now. "Please. I need you inside me."
"Never keep a lady waiting," Geoff said. "Unless, of course, she's a sub."
Sam choked on a half laugh, her face suffused with arousal. Geoff was aware of a tightness in his chest. It felt like happiness, belonging. And need. That need had a hint of violence, darkness, a lingering aftereffect from the club experience. There were better ways to channel that.
He moved back, palm sliding along Chris's wet back and down to his ass as Chris moved between her legs, guiding them up to his hips. He reached down into the water and stroked her. Geoff knew the moment he touched her pussy, because the water surged around her as her head dropped back, lips parting, body lifting to Chris's touch.
With his hand on Chris's buttock, Geoff felt that flex, the sense of give to Chris's forward motion as he sank into her heat. When he was lodged inside her, his knees were against the bench between her spread legs, his hands braced on the ledge on either side of her shoulders.
Geoff was in no particular hurry now, watching Chris begin to move in a deep rhythm. His friend bent to sip from Sam's lips and Geoff glimpsed her murmured response, the shining adoration in her eyes. Chris would move slow, drawing out her arousal until the climax shattered her mind, taking away every fear and leaving only this. They wanted to make every moment memorable for her. That was the goal.
But they each had their own individual desires as well. Geoff was okay with Chris doing those subtle things that made it clear he was as much in charge with Sam as Geoff himself was, but he couldn't help yanking the bear's chain himself. So when he shifted behind him, he dug his fingers into Chris's scalp and pulled him back by his hair to capture his mouth in a hot sucking kiss. He pushed his pelvis with intent against Chris's rhythmically pumping ass and earned a tangled groan and growl from Chris's throat, a leap of excitement in Sam's face.
Geoff took hold of his cock and funneled it between Chris's buttocks. As he hit the sweet spot in that tight, slick channel, he thanked the maker of waterproof lube. Pushing in deep, he dropped his hands to grip Chris's ass, squeeze and lift it.
"One day I'm going to do you the way you're fucking her," he said against Chris's ear, making sure that Sam's glazed eyes registered his words. She was already close to flying. Her pale body moved with the force of their combined thrusts. "I want to watch your face when I raise your legs around me and push into you, an inch at a time. Sam will kiss you, tease your nipples with her sharp little nails, and then I'll have her go down on your cock while I'm in your ass. What do you think of that?"
Sam shuddered, a whimper breaking from her lips as Chris thrust into her harder, a reaction to Geoff's taunt . . . or promise. "Sorry, did that hurt--" Chris managed and she shook her head vehemently.
"Do it again," she begged. "I want it to hurt some."
He did. Geoff tested that theory himself, pushing Chris hard. He dug his hands into his hips on each powerful thrust, loving how it felt to ram his cock deep into that delectable ass. Reaction rippled through Chris's body every damn time, the muscles tensing and releasing. Chris's breath rasped in his throat. Geoff could feel him ramping up toward a finish, so he set his teeth to his shoulder, biting hard enough he earned a curse.
"Yeah, I'm going to leave marks on you," he muttered. "Those won't be the last."
Chris let out another harsh noise. He was moving beyond words and it thrilled Geoff fiercely to know that the tight clutch of Sam's cunt, the drive of his cock, everything they were giving and taking from one another, was shooting Chris up that peak, taking Sam right along with him again.
It took a lot of effort--Geoff made sure of it--but gentleman that he was, Chris managed to wait until she fell before launching off that pinnacle. As she started to cry out, Geoff grabbed two handfuls of Chris's muscular ass, pressing the lobes tighter around his cock. "Come now," he demanded, and Chris came apart with guttural groans that Sam matched with high, thin wails.
Chris groped behind him to seize Geoff's nape, a grasp that conveyed both the force of his release, and what he wanted from Geoff. Sam's eyes, fastened on Geoff's face, reflected the same desire. They needed him to fall with them. Not a command as much as a compulsion impossible to resist.
But he wasn't ready to let go yet. Being fully erect and embedded inside Chris was almost as good as an actual orgasm. He wanted to prolong it a minute or two more. He muttered to Chris, and Chris heard him, fumbling to unfasten Sam's cuffs. They fell off the edge of the hot tub, clattering to the deck. In the aftermath of her release, Geoff knew the strain on her arms and back was starting to interfere with her comfort. He moved back, taking Chris with him so he could slide from her, let her straighten up, adjust. Now she had the freedom to slip out from beneath them.
Whereas Geoff had no intention of freeing Chris yet.
***
Watching Geoff take Chris on the kitchen table when she returned from her trip with Flo had been incredibly hot. Being linked together all three of them, where Geoff's every thrust into Chris was like a double penetration into her womb, had been even more intense, if that was possible. Though they took off the cuffs and gave Sam the ability to move, a courtesy, no discomfort in the world would have compelled her to move away from them. She wanted to be holding on to them when Geoff decided to come.
She slid behind Geoff, touched his back. She spread herself over him like a starfish, her arms sliding down along his arms, hips curved over his thrusting ass, her leg pressed against the back of his as he took Chris as deep and hard as Chris had taken her.
She knew or had guessed men often had rougher sex, though she sus
pected it could be tender between them, too. When Geoff was in Chris and Chris was in her, she'd felt some of that roughness, that male strength unhampered by concern about delicate female bones or tissues. While she appreciated that quality in them both, getting this close to what it was like between them made her long for even more of that rougher edge herself.
As Chris moved closer to the tub edge to grip it for balance, Geoff curved over him, the two of them like one creature. A creature of rippling, water-drenched muscles, sleek hair, intent, sharp eyes and taut mouths.
With a groan, Geoff released his seed into Chris, jamming himself against his back, licking and nipping at Chris's throat as his hips jerked, plunged. Chris's knuckles were white on the edge. Sam had shifted back to the wall Chris gripped, so she bent and pressed her lips to his wet fingers. Kept them there as they eventually slowed, as Chris's hold released and he touched her hair. He was in a full kneel, his head bowed and forehead almost to the handle where she'd been cuffed. Geoff had a firm grip around his chest, but he looked as if he was recuperating. Though it was a little late to be thinking about it, she had a momentary flash of worry about the heat of the water, if it might overcome one or, God help her, both of them. But Geoff hiked himself out to sit on the edge and offered Chris a hand to help him do the same. She drifted between their knees, gazing at the two naked, wet men, breaths bellowing in and out.
"Cold water?" she ventured. "To drink?"
Geoff nodded, and she left the hot tub, snagging a towel to wrap around her. She hurried into the house, retrieving two bottles of cold water from the fridge. It was chilly in the night air, so when she returned to them she stepped back into the tub. Geoff lifted a hand, stopping her there. "Don't sink back below the water yet." His voice was still hoarse from his climax, but the order was unmistakable.
Lustful sadist that he was, he kept her standing there a full minute, most of her out of the water, all shivering gooseflesh and tight nipples. Yet while her skin was cold, everything beneath it heated as they both looked at her. Theirs. It was obvious in the twin expressions and from the desire that rekindled in their eyes as they stared at her, drinking their fill of her bare flesh. God help her, they were only taking a breather. Yet her own body rippled in eager answer, ready for more.
"All right. You can get warm now."
She would have told them they'd already taken care of that in the most important way, but that hot water was blissful. She sank back into the water. As she moved her arms in a graceful flow around her, maybe it was just a bit calculated that she kept her breasts mostly above the surface, the nipples just below the gently lapping water, clearly visible since they hadn't turned the jets back on when they timed out. She felt like a mermaid seductively teasing a couple of pirates sitting on the rail of their ship.
"We'll take her once more tonight, won't we?" Chris commented. He kept his eyes fastened on her but spoke deliberately to Geoff, not to her, which made her stomach somersault. Yeah, he was learning the way of this whole Dom stuff. Enough that she might be the one overcome by the water's heat. Not that she really cared about that with brown and hazel eyes fastened on her, a wealth of simmering demands in their depths.
Geoff lifted the bottle to his lips. "Oh fuck yeah. Maybe twice. She'll need it; we'll need it. Action is worth a whole lot more than words. After she can't walk, she'll know she doesn't need to worry about that kind of shit that happened at the club again. Not now, not ever." He shot her a dangerous grin, then bumped Chris's shoulder. "Neither do you. Come on. Let's move this inside."
There was a large shag throw rug in the living room. Its earth-toned colors were well past their most vibrant days, but it was soft and clean. That was where Geoff directed the three of them, sprawled out in a tangle of limbs as they rested. They dozed a little and, as Sam moved through that hazy, dreamlike state, she figured they'd just been teasing her about more sex to keep her on low boil until the next encounter. It was far more likely to happen sometime tomorrow, when they were capable of movement again.
She was wrong. She woke about an hour later to find Chris sitting up next to her. What had stirred her was that he'd captured her ankle in one hand and lifted it to his mouth. He was teasing her insole with his tongue. She hadn't ever thought of her feet as particularly erogenous zones, but a jolt thrummed straight along that track to arrow between her legs. He had his other hand under her knee, bending the leg, supporting it. Her heart moved into her throat as Geoff clasped the other foot and bit her ankle, following it up with a swirl of his tongue.
"You know," he said, "I don't think we're ever going to get tired of tasting your sweet pussy. Our sweet pussy."
Their time in the hot tub had been passionate, but there'd been a more relaxed interaction there, an organic flow. The expression he tipped toward her now was decidedly less low-key. The energy was more like what she'd felt from them at the club. While they'd put aside their stronger reactions in favor of making her feel better, that aggression hadn't entirely dissipated.
She remembered her sudden urge for rougher treatment and knew maybe she was harboring some of those unsettling feelings. As they made her more helpless with their mouths, she craved their demands, wanted them to push her far beyond what she thought she could endure or give.
Geoff guided her foot up to his shoulder, working his mouth along her ankle and calf. Both men shifted as needed, each moving at a gradual pace up the length of the limb he'd claimed, spreading her legs ever wider to give them room to scatter sucking kisses across her flesh, tease her with a tip of a tongue along the tender bones of the ankle, the back of her knee, the curve of the calf, and then to her thighs.
She drew in a breath, her hands landing on Chris's head and Geoff's shoulder, gripping, stroking, her body rising to their mouths. Chris shifted to his hip, courteously allowing Geoff first taste of the damp folds between her legs, and giving himself the indulgence of her breasts, moving up to suckle and squeeze them with his big hands as Geoff's tongue slid inside her, began to lick and swirl.
"Oh . . . God . . ."
Geoff let out a demonic chuckle against her flesh, stabbed deeper into her and wrested a scream from her throat. She was twisting, pleading. Chris clasped her wrist, pinning it as Geoff held her legs down and they did as they desired to her.
It wasn't until her body was undulating like a crashing storm wave that they shifted and changed position, smoothly as the movement of water itself, so she had the pleasure of both their mouths covering the same terrain. Each time she was close to coming, they'd draw back, switch to another part of her body, until her skin tingled all over, stimulated by every touch and kiss.
"Please . . ." She moaned for the thousandth time, her fingers sliding off a shoulder, tugging a handful of hair, nails digging into firm muscle. She knew each of them distinctly, every touch upon her unique to the man giving it, yet it was all one at the same time.
Chris gripped her waist, bringing her to her feet in an abrupt display of strength that sent her heart somersaulting and her dizzy head spinning. He gave her to Geoff, who pressed himself against her back, pushing her hair aside to claim her neck with teeth. They'd been leaving marks on her since the beginning, and she knew she'd never tire of seeing those abrasions and bruises tattooing her flesh, all administered in the name of desire. Geoff clasped her breasts in strong hands, tilting them up for Chris as he put his mouth on one nipple and started to suckle again. "Oh . . . fuck . . ."
They weren't giving her time to breathe, to do anything but ride the wild force of this testosterone surge, which she understood in some primal way was their alternative to bashing those guys' faces in. Well, if this had to be her contribution to world peace . . .
She didn't even have the room to laugh at herself. They intended to take her forcefully and well, burning away everything in her world but them and their passion for her. She'd seen the desire between them, had the fierce stimulation of watching Geoff take Chris, of them kissing, touching one another, but right now that cohe
sion had another form. They had one shared goal, and that was making sure she knew she was theirs. Or taking her to death's edge from an overdose of sexual release.
Either way, she was good with it.
Geoff lifted her and she wrapped her legs around Chris's hips, crying out as he thrust into her. Geoff parted her buttocks and then his slick cock was there. Torturously, he let Chris's momentum be the hammer that drove her down on him, inch by inch. She started to come when he was only halfway in, the climax ripping through her so hard and fast there was no way to stop herself. Geoff slid all the way in and she reached back blindly, grabbing at his neck as she gripped Chris's shoulder in front of her.
"Yes . . ." she breathed. "I love you . . . both . . . of . . . you."
"Same goes, baby," Geoff growled against her ear. She saw the same knowledge in Chris's gladiator savage expression as they followed her over that edge, holding on to her all the way over and down, taking the ride together.
***
"The CCI bank deposit was off by fifty thousand dollars. They're calling in the higher-ups, but it looks like you're going to get accused of embezzling. I suggest you get a good lawyer."
Sam chewed her sandwich, swallowed. "I guess that makes sense." She blinked and looked away from the ducks placidly paddling across the retention pond. "Hunh? What?"
Flo chuckled. They were sitting outside the bank at one of the picnic tables provided for employee lunch breaks, where the breeze filtered through the canopies of the dogwood trees above them.
"Would you like to tell me what's on your mind?" the older woman asked, taking a sip of her half-and-half tea. "Originally the suspense was driving me crazy. Now it's just making me want to slap the shit out of you."
Sam smiled. "Sorry about that. I was just thinking about something that happened this weekend." Briefly, she explained what had happened at the club, gratified when she saw Flo's lips thin in righteous annoyance on her behalf.
"I know they were off base, but it got me wondering. You're my friend, you'll be honest with me. Do you think this is an Oh my god, two guys are sharing me and isn't it fabulous while it lasts kind of thing?"
