Page 40 of Enticement
What she had with Ross she never wanted to end, but at the same time, it was safe, familiar and comfortable. There were no big shocks and no nasty surprises. Kit appealed to her in a fundamentally different way. She didn’t expect him to stick around, wasn’t even sure if she wanted him too. Kit was one hundred percent prime fling material, a bad boy with a spectacularly good ass. She found him sexy and curiously addictive. That he could turn her on so easily she found both enthralling and terrifying.
But he wasn’t partner material. He wasn’t the sort of man you settled down and started making baby plans with.
Baby plans!
That’s why they’d moved here, because she wanted to settle down and get serious. Mucking around with her boyfriend’s best mate and hankering after a threesome were hardly the acts of a woman looking for commitment.
Ross shuffled over a bit and stretched towards the bedside cabinet, although his grip remained firm upon her backside. He yanked open her bottom drawer. Heat flooded Evie’s cheeks as he raked amongst her ancient collection of hair curlers and odd socks to find her vibrator. Somehow, when Ross lifted it, it seemed twice as huge and far more realistic looking. It actually pre-dated their relationship. He only knew she had it because she’d used it as an impromptu back massager one time when he’d got a crick in his shoulder.
“Ross,” she croaked. “What are you doing?”
He squirted the latex cock with lube and rubbed his hand up and down the flesh-pink shaft, making it shiny.
“Ross?”
He pulled out of her in response, leaving her feeling bereft. A moment later, he pushed the squirming vibe into her cunt instead and revved it up a bit.
“I know you’re curious, Evie. So, why don’t I give you a taste? You can’t get that camping story he told you out of your head, can you? I’ll bet you’ve been frigging yourself in the toilets at work imagining having us do you together.”
“Tents make me horny.”
“Cocks make you horny. I know how much you like playing with mine. The prospect of two must leave you sopping.”
“Personality,” she whispered under her breath. It wasn’t just about exposure. Cocks could be works of art, but it wasn’t them, but rather the whole mental mind-fuck thing that she really got off on. It wasn’t the motion of his hand upon his shaft that left her breathless when she watched him masturbate. It was the knowledge that he was engaging in a taboo act for her entertainment. Right now though, Ross seemed intent upon exploring another taboo act. Even before he drew his thumb along the channel between her cheeks and circled around the puckered ring of muscle, she’d understood his intention.
They’d been dancing around this act for so long now… She guessed the time was ripe.
The very tip of his finger teased its way inside her arse.
The new sensation combined with the buzz of the vibrator set her hips in motion. Ross drew another item from the drawer, this one an ancient unused Christmas present. He tied the multi-coloured scarf over her eyes, causing another shiver of excitement to roll down her spine.
“I’m going to let Kit fuck you, Evie. You know that I’m in your cunt right now, well, I’m going to let Kit take you in the arse. We’re going to have you together. Do you understand? We’re going to have you together.”
Blinded, Evie became completely submerged in the fantasy. She squirmed over the intrusion of Ross’s fingers into her arse, even when her nerve-endings lit like sparklers. Sensations assaulted her from her front and back. Ross’s cock felt huge. Huge and hot. He slid into her really slowly. She wasn’t sure if that didn’t serve to make it worse. It didn’t hurt precisely, but it was raw. The sensations involved right on the edge of what she thought she could tolerate. “Ross,” she gasped, squeezing her eyes together beneath the blindfold. “Oh, God! Ross.”
“I know. I know.” The low rumble of his voice soothed some of the tension from her body, as did the slow reassuring stroke of his hands. “Slowly, that does it.” He started to rock, sliding into her and withdrawing slowly. “That feels so good. You feel so good, Evie. Shall we pick the speed up a bit?”
He swirled the dial on the vibe up a bit. Ross jerked into her, gasping, and immediately twitched the dial back down again.
“That’s a little too good,” he squeaked. “Oh, boy!”
Evie wished she could see his face, so she could gauge how close to the edge the sudden buzz had taken him. He wouldn’t let her turn though and smacked her arse when she tugged at the blindfold. His strokes quickened, and he began jerking the vibe in time with his motion so that it became easy to fall into the fantasy that both Ross and Kit were filling her.
Ross continued to murmur into her ear, painting fantastic pictures of the three-way coupling, until Evie stopped hearing the words. Her thoughts collapsed inwards as the sensations in her cunt and in her rear overwhelmed her completely. She gave herself up to motion and the rippling stream of pleasure that swirled around her clit and flowed outwards. She came hard, screaming and bucking like a thing possessed, and hugging the pillow as if it truly were Kit.
Ross held her through the waves and stayed with her even when vibe slipped free. He licked the sweat from her back, drawing his tongue up to her shoulder blades, so that he lay so deep inside her, his balls pressed against her swollen, sensitive skin. “I love you,” he whispered and squeezed her tight.
The hug dissipated a second later. Instead, he clamped onto her hips and rode her so that their bodies repeatedly slapped together, and only released her once he’d come deep inside her.
“God, you’re fucking amazing.” Ross held her until erection faded, then rolled off the bed and padded away. Evie tentatively eased her muscles out of their stiffened positions. She was still rubbing the kinks out of her knees when Ross returned with a warm flannel to help clean her up.
“Ross, I don’t want us to fall apart,” she said.
He caught her gaze, but couldn’t hold it. Ross plumped the pillows up and settled on his back. He tugged Evie into the crux of his shoulder. “You do fancy him, though?”
“Yes,” she admitted. “It’s hard not to.”
“I know,” he soothed. “I know. He’s hard to resist.”
