Page 45 of Enticement
“Off!” The phrase was directed at her.
Both sets of male eyes locked onto her as she sent her woolly top sailing across the room. Despite the familiar prickle of embarrassment at being looked at, Evie smoothed her hands over the satin cups of her black and purple bra and found a smidgen of confidence. “Do you want me to take this off too?”
“Come here,” Kit beckoned.
When she got close enough, he stroked a hand over her bottom.
Evie walked her fingers over the smooth plane of his chest, down to his stomach, where her hand replaced his upon his cock.
“Easy now,” he cautioned.
Flashes of silver chased across the inky surface of his eyes. Evie leaned closer and kissed him. She kissed him until his breath came out as sobs, and his hands trembled over her back, eager to unfasten the hooks of her bra. Off it came, the weight of her breasts falling into the warmth of his waiting hands.
“Yeah,” he sighed. Kit lowered her fly and pushed his hand between the V of the open zip. Two long fingers speared through her curls inside her knickers and slid over the wet lips of her cunt. Evie rocked her hips against his rigid fingers, wanting the real thing even as she watched him take his cock in hand again and begin to stroke in earnest.
“Hurry it up,” moaned Ross. “I can't hold out much longer.” His movements were growing more erratic.
“Just come,” said Kit. “The day’s young.”
“Come over him.” Evie’s hand flew up to cover her mouth the moment she’d blurted the words. Ross’s eyes flew open too. He pinpointed her with his gaze.
“Jeez, Evie! Are you serious?” He was riding really close to the edge, his body already trembling with the rising need to come.
“Please.” Why she found the idea of him jerking over Kit so arousing she couldn’t identify. It seemed unimportant in the heat of the moment. All that matter was that she did. She’d barely formed a picture of the fantasy in her head, before Ross had pulled out, and having torn off the condom began furiously masturbating himself.
His hand moved slickly, smoothly up and down, leaving his shaft glistening. His balls swung high beneath. For several seconds all three rhythms of their strange triumvirate matched, Ross and Evie’s hands working over cocks and Kit’s fingers massaging her clit, before Ross outstripped them both, his knees bucked and he came, leaving a streamer of pearlescent come over Kit’s stomach.
Curiously, Kit immediately pushed her away, leaving her dangling by an uncomfortable erotic thread, close enough to want to finish, but not close enough to bring herself with just the squeeze of her thighs.
He tugged a T-shirt out from behind him and wryly mopped his skin, then rolled out of the chair and onto his feet facing her. Evie back stepped uncertainly. His lip curled and his predatory grin made clear his intent. He meant to couple with her, fuck her fully while Ross watched.
“Um, can we talk about this?” She wanted to establish the boundaries of what was fine and what comprised a big no-no with Ross first, ask him what the hell was going on. When the fuck he’d turned gay, but Kit didn’t seem to be in the mood for talk. Not even dirty talk, and Ross was staring at them like he was about to start shouting encouragements rather than objections. Not that he had a right to many objections after what he’d just done.
Kit followed her, until her back hit the wall. Then his fingers found the slick heat of her sex again. “You’re not running away from me, Evie.”
“Ross?” she gasped as Kit rubbed his naked body against her semi-naked one. His erection prodded against the inner seam of her jeans, seeking the heat of her body, and the fizz in her insides cranked up to a full on buzz.
Evie’s nipples further crinkled as they made contact with Kit’s torso. His hand fastened in her hair, pulled a little, forcing her to bend to the side, whereupon, his mouth closed over her pulse point and she felt the nip of his teeth before he began to suck hard. Hard enough to leave a mark. Hard enough that her toes curled inside her shoes, and she felt frozen in position by the intensity of the act. Fiery arrows shot downwards through her chest and seemed to lodge in her womb, so that she bucked against his already coaxing fingers. Her orgasm sparked like flash paper, burned bright and hot. She gasped into Kit’s shoulder still aware of Ross watching them, from where he stood slumped against the chair back.
“That’s better,” said Kit. “You’re more relaxed now. Don’t think about him watching.”
The fact that he’d drawn attention to Ross only made things worse. Guilt and embarrassment coupled with desire as Kit urged her down onto her knees. Still, she shut her eyes and breathed in his heady scent. Considering how his cock butted up against her cheek, it took no instructions to understand his intention. She took the initiative, pushing every last bit of reserve she had to the back of her mind. She’d caught Ross fucking him. There was no reason why she couldn’t do the same. And she wanted Kit. She’d wanted him from the moment she’d seen him spread out for the taking on their guest bed. She stuck out her tongue and tasted him, then let him slide inside.
Ross didn’t keep his distance long. Recovered, he nuzzled up against Kit’s back and splayed his hands possessively across Kit’s hip bones so that he controlled their rhythm. “Open wide, Evie. You know you can take a little more than that.”
She imagined Ross pushing into Kit again even as she fellated him, and how it would alter his movements, perhaps make them jerky and sharp. Evie slipped her hand between her legs and began rubbing her clit again. Only when Ross stilled Kit’s movement completely did she realize they were both watching her with hungry eyes.
“Get undressed.” Ross nodded at her jeans. “I know what you really want. Shall I let you have it?”
Evie sagged backwards onto her bottom and kicked her way out of her shoes and the denim. Ross eyed the scrap of black and purple satin covering her mons, but shook his head when she hooked her fingers under the elastic. “Keep them on.”
Ross didn’t know—her skin burned with the guilty realization—he didn’t know that it had already happened between her and Kit. She’d come here to tell him, instead her best intentions had been sidetracked.
“Do you want him, Evie?” He squatted down beside her. “I know Kit wants you. He was talking about you before you got here, saying how much he wants to finger that tight little arse of yours. Shall I let him fuck you there? I don’t know if I can let him share your cunt. I might have to keep that just for me.”
Kit dropped to his knees and stretched over her with panther-like grace. His long limbs held above her, not touching her in anyway, but holding her hostage nonetheless, so that the space between them became charged with potential.
Ross lifted her arms over her head and straddled her arms. He held them fast at the elbows, leaving Kit free to trail his cock up and down her body in erotic patterns.
