Page 6 of The Third Wheel
"I know, baby. And I don't want to fight with him, it just… happens."
"Sure it does." I jumped down from his arms, my hands trailing down his strong chest and undoing the buckle of his belt. He glanced at me with desire in his eyes, but didn't protest as I dropped to my knees before him.
Taking Gunnar's already hardening cock in my hand, I licked my lips and glanced up at him, seeking permission. He gave a slow nod, eyes darkening with lust, and I enveloped his length in my mouth. As I sucked and swirled my tongue around the head,I found my thoughts drifting again to the tension between my husband and best friend.
What would Colby do if he found me on my knees like this, sucking my husband's luscious cock? Would he drop to his knees and join me? Take Gunnar's balls into his mouth and help me make the sexy biker scream? Or would he lift my hips and impale me on his cock, pinning me between them?
Okay, realistically? None of those, but it was a hot fantasy. And now I was super horny.
Gunnar's eyes darkened with lust, and I imagined how he'd look down at us, taking control as he always did. I slipped a hand between my legs, rubbing my clit as I returned to my task, sucking him harder than before, lost in the sinful vision playing out in my mind.
Colby, shirtless and vulnerable, on his knees before us. His blue eyes were full of a mixture of fear and curiosity, his muscular chest heaving with anticipation. Gunnar, assertive yet tender, guiding Colby's head toward his cock while I watched, stroking Colby's cock with my hand.
Gunnar would order Colby to suck him, and, to my surprise and delight, Colby would oblige, wrapping his lips around Gunnar's thick length and sucking him deep.
"Let me show you how it's done," I'd whisper into Colby's ear, taking over from him and demonstrating the perfect rhythm, my mouth working in tandem with my hands. Colby's eyes would befixed on me, his expression a blend of awe and desire that would make my heart swell with pride. We'd kiss around Gunnar's cock, each taking turns with his shaft and his balls.
Back in reality, Gunnar's cock twitched against my tongue, signaling his impending orgasm. Fueled by my wild fantasy, I doubled my efforts, reveling in the salty taste of him, in the vision of Colby right there next to me. Could Colby fuck me while we both sucked Gunnar? My fingers shoved deep into my pussy as I imagined that possibility.
"Mira," Gunnar moaned, his body tensing beneath me. And then, with one final, powerful thrust, he exploded in my mouth, filling me with his hot cum.
As I swallowed every last drop, I brought myself to orgasm, to a fantasy of sharing Gunnar's cum with Colby in a blistering hot kiss.
I was so screwed.
Mira
The sun blazed overheadas Gunnar and I loaded up our motorcycles with camping gear, the temperamental weather on the Oregon Coast for once cooperating with our plans. I couldn't stop thinking about a threesome with Gunnar and Colby, though I needed to shut those thoughts down, stat. Some time on my bike, enjoying the winding, scenic Oregon Coast Highway, would clear my mind.
"Ready, babe?" Gunnar's piercing blue eyes locked onto mine and a smile played around his lips. "This is your first trip since I taught you to ride. And this girl's first trip since we rebuilt her." He patted the seat of the custom chopper next to him. I'd never been into motorcycles before I met Gunnar, but I had to admit that the work he and his brother Jay did to rebuild and customize bikes was beautiful.
"Ready as I'll ever be," I said, my voice filled with excitement. I bound my long hair up in a quick braid, not wanting to deal with knots. "You ready to trust Jay with the shop for the weekend?"
We both glanced towards Jay, who was leaning against the Malloy Customs shop door, watching us. "What? What did I do?"
"Don't do anything stupid while we're gone, little brother."
"Me? Do something stupid? Never!" Jay protested.
Gunnar's eyebrows shot up. I was sure he was thinking of Valentine's Day a year and a half ago, when Jay had signed up for a radio show dating contest — the one that had brought me into their lives.
"Dude, the KHZY contest worked out for the best! You got Mira, and the shop has been busier than ever. No way you're calling that stupid," Jay said.
Gunnar shook his head. "I suppose you're right. It worked out in the end."
Jay beamed. "See? So you don't have to worry about leaving Malloy Customs in my hand for a long weekend, big brother. All will be well!"
"It better be," Gunnar rumbled, narrowing his eyes at his brother, who was handsome as hell and full of mischief.
We pulled our helmets on, revved our engines, and hit the open road. I followed Gunnar, who looked as sexy as ever on his custom chopper, built in his shop. We took it slowly, both because we were enjoying the breathtaking scenery of the Oregon Coast Highway, and because I was still a beginner.
I never would have guessed how much I had come to love riding motorcycles since meeting Gunnar. It was a side of myself that I never expected to uncover, but it felt freeing and exhilarating. Though I'd been a med student long enough to insist on top-of-the-line safety gear, from helmets to pads and airbags. My husband didn't ride in just a t-shirt, though he looked the part of a biker guy in his leather jacket.
"Hey Mira, you all right back there?" Gunnar's voice came through the helmet communication system, startling me out of staring at his ass.
"Yep. It's so beautiful," I said, smiling as we rounded a sweeping, banked turn. My bike was cute, small and fast, just my style — a zippy little BMW cafe cruiser with red details and classic lines that purred beneath me as we continued down the highway, each mile bringing us closer to the campground where we were meeting Colby.
By the time we pulled up to the campground, the sun was high in the sky, and we were far enough inland that I was craving a refreshing sea breeze. The campground was nestled into the forest, with a series of campsites cut into the tight vegetation, a shower building, walking paths, and a lake that was up against the edge of the Oregon Dunes. I pulled into the campsite's driveway behind a blue Range Rover — Colby's SUV — and cutthe engine on my motorcycle, scoping out the best place to set up a tent as I climbed off the bike. Gunnar did the same, shucking off his helmet and jacket and stretching his shoulders as he looked around.
