Page 39 of Enticement
He noticed they’d begun talking the moment he left. The two voices tumbled over one another in what he presumed were strings of adjectives and excuses. He didn’t want them to admit to what was going on to one another yet. Too much remained at stake. He wasn’t convinced Evie was ready to entertain the idea of an intimate relationship between himself and Ross. When he’d hinted at it, she’d exhibited classic signs of denial. So far, her concept of a threesome consisted of a whole lot of male attention lavished upon her, and no straying into gay. They needed to address that, really needed to, because he had no intention of keeping his hands off Ross, as he loved the sandy-haired powerhouse far too much.
The hum of voices abruptly ceased. Judging by the grunts and gasps, Ross had taken charge and Evie was now blowing him.
Kit closed his eyes and recalled the taste of Ross’s cock upon his tongue, and then the sensations of both Ross and Evie giving him head. Curious that they’d both lavished that particular pleasure on him today. Evie definitely won on technique, although he admired Ross for his teasing and enthusiasm.
Absentminded of the cat, Kit hugged himself. Mimmy objected by sinking her claws into his arm. Talk about a passion killer. He released her and rubbed at the wounds, and watched her bolt back into the living room, presumably intent upon taking up her favourite radiator perch.
He couldn’t resist. Down he followed as far as the door, which sat slightly ajar thanks to Mimmy’s entry. Kit lurked in the shadows, his fly undone and his waistband slung low on his hips. He could see Evie’s face over the back of the sofa. Her head thrown back, chin up, as Ross noisily sucked upon her nipples. He had her breasts squeezed together, forming an incredible cleavage that he was lavishing attention upon, while she frigged herself and stroked his cock.
Nice, he thought, supplanting himself from his outpost to a central position behind Evie, facing Ross in his fantasy recreation of the scene. He plastered himself to her naked back, roughly jostled with Ross for possession of her breasts, then while rolling her huge nipples between his fingers, he nuzzled closer and sucked hard upon her neck, leaving a vivid mark.
“That’s right, Evie, suck it down. God, you’re loving this.”
Ross certainly was. He reckoned he could probably get off on just the image of her on her knees, half-naked with her head bobbing. The fact that she happened to be doing exactly that was a major bonus. The only thing he’d change in an ideal world was that they’d be doing this in the shower or outdoors in a thunderstorm. Although, it’d have to be a nice monsoon-type thunderstorm so the rain wasn’t too cold.
One of these days he really was going to have her do this outside in the rain in some nice romantic location, maybe even on their honeymoon, if she ever let him get that old-fashioned. For now, he wanted to hold her. Coming in her mouth, while nice, lacked the same intimacy as lying pressed together, bare skin moving against bare skin.
Ross clasped the base of his cock and coaxed Evie to release him with a gentle push upon her shoulder. She gazed up at him from her knees, her pale-blue eyes full of glamour.
“Upstairs,” he said. “Go.”
She shot off as though it was a race.
Ross scooped her clothes off the floor and threw them into the kitchen so that they landed before the washing machine, then turned off all the lights, the games machine, and the TV.
Evie sat on her side of the bed facing the window, a black silhouette against the cream curtains, when Ross entered the room. She turned her head to eye him across the expanse of the duvet.
Ross gently shut the door. For a moment, he simply drank down the image of her, with her soft curves and lovely, oval-shaped face. Even in the semi-dark, he could make out the dimple in her cheek that formed when she smiled.
“Get on the bed. On your hands and knees,” he said quietly. He didn’t want it to be a command, even though that’s what it was.
Unhesitant, she obeyed.
Ross stood for a moment, his hand wrapped around his stiff cock, trying to make sense of what he was doing. He wanted her, and yet he had an image of Kit in that damn leather wingback chair he had at work, all curled up and desperate to fuck. The same thirty second video loop had been playing in his head all afternoon.
But he’d sent Kit away. Wordlessly banished him. Okay, he hadn’t intentionally done so, but he should have realized that Kit wouldn’t tolerate being relegated to the side-lines. Nope, he liked running the show too much.
The thing was, everything was changing, and he wanted tonight—now—to be about Evie and him. They both needed to wise up to the risks they were taking, and realize exactly how much was at stake if they let Kit have his way. And yet as he climbed onto the bed, still fully clothed, all thoughts of making things perfect between them vanished.
“You want him don’t you?” he said ever so quietly—a sharp contrast to his more violent action as he ripped the flimsy lace thong she wore from her body.
Evie gave a small gasp, but didn’t offer a denial.
“Maybe you wish it was him here now, with his cock out ready to fuck you, rather than me. Maybe he already has.”
“Uh!” she said, reduced to making inarticulate grunts as he pushed his cock into her wet, hot sheath, and she welcomed him with unprecedented eagerness. Damn, if all this talk of Kit wasn’t turning him on as much as it was Evie.
That was a good thing, he reminded himself. Leastways, it ought to be.
“How would you like it if I called him in here right now? I could sit back here stroking myself as I watched you and him fuck.” Ross rocked his hips, enjoying the easy slide that made his balls slap against her skin. “You’d like it, wouldn’t you, Evie? Jeez, you’re so fucking hot for it I can barely keep a grip on you. You’re not even denying it.” To be fair, she wasn’t actually saying anything, but Ross knew arousal when he saw it, and currently, forget cloud nine, Evie was up on cloud ninety-nine.
“I want you.” She gave a mangled gasp.
“You don’t want Kit?”
She began to shake her head and then stopped. Lying had never been Evie’s forte.
Evie tried to say more, really she did, but couldn’t seem to get her vocal chords to cooperate. She’d never seen this side of Ross before, so rough and possessive, but in a screwed up, back to front sort of way. She understood that what he was really asking was, “Do you like him better?” and “Evie, are you still in love with me?” But she didn’t have any simple answers to give him.
