Page 47 of Enticement
“Gimme.” Ross took the blindfold and fastened it over his own eyes. He experimentally rocked his hips, and rubbed his face up against Evie’s breasts. “Yeah! Kit where are you?”
“Right here.” Kit stroked the side of his face, a gesture of such affection it made Evie feel odd for being between them. “Two ticks and I’m all yours.”
Unable to help herself, Evie watched him roll on a condom. At least they were mostly playing safe. He squashed her buttocks in her hands and thrust his erection up and down the resulting channel a few times. “Kit!” she gasped.
“I know, babe. You’ve never done this before. Nor has Ross. We’ll take it slow.”
That made her pause, which perhaps was Kit’s intention.
Ross made an odd noise deep in his throat, obviously confused too. He’d admitted to having done DP before with Kit so there was no need to pretend otherwise, so what did Kit mean to say he’d never done this before?
The answer became clear as he slid his cock downward until it kissed Ross’s shaft. He held them together, so that the tip of his cock nuzzled against her opening every time Ross moved. Evie squirmed as he slipped in alongside Ross.
“Oh god!” It felt so tight…so good. She couldn’t stop calling out as the twined cocks stretched her pussy, working in perfect unison.
Ross clung to her, his own cries buried in her breasts, but just as incoherent as her own.
“Really, now. You didn’t honestly think I was going to start taking orders,” said Kit. He held her shoulder, guiding them, moving them. There were no barriers separating them in that moment. Kit had staked his claim and made it clear it was an equal one. They weren’t a couple plus one anymore. They were in this equally.
Curiously, the realization made her happy, before the intensity of her pleasure washed away any further clarity of thoughts. Stretched full, Evie felt tears wet her cheeks. Pleasure washed through her in hot bursts as Kit licked the sweat from the back of her neck and Ross sucked upon her tender nipples.
The buzz started in her belly and licked over her skin in fiery lines. She screamed, screamed so damn loud that if there’d been any neighbours they’d have phoned the police. She never, ever wanted it to end.
Ross came inside her, but Kit pulled out. Evie strained her neck attempting to see him finish off. She didn’t want to miss out on seeing him come.
His hand moved with agile speed, pumping quickly, but when he saw her watching, he closed in again and rubbed up against her cunt. He held her close, his stomach and chest pressed tight to her back, taking her so vigorously the sofa beneath them creaked alarmingly. “Can you come again?” he asked, his fingers petting her clit. Still on edge, Evie climaxed again almost immediately at the rough contact. Kit bit her shoulder, as he panted hard trying to hold on to some semblance of control as his body finally gave up its reward.
He held on to her until the last pulse of his climax faded.
Only in the aftermath did they look at one another awkwardly.
“What now?” Ross asked.
Kit chucked the condom into the fire and found his trousers. He shimmied into them, but left the top button of his fly undone. “That’s up to you and Evie. Make yourselves at home. We’ll talk it over tonight.” He pulled on a pair of boots, and then chucked a set of keys at them. “I’ll catch you back at your place.”
“Wait! Where are you going?” Ross lifted her off his knee and charged into the hallway after Kit. “Damnit!” he swore when the front door slammed.
“Gone?” she asked
Ross nodded. “I don’t know what the hell he’s playing at.”
“We can make him pay for it later,” she said, trying to sound jovial, while feeling anything but. She extended a hand towards Ross, who stood anxiously raking his fingers through his hair.
“Yeah, yeah that’s right. Good thought, Evie.” Clearly, Ross was even twitchier than she felt. Kit rushing off like that had made everything rather anti-climactic. They should have been sitting sharing post-orgasmic drinks and cuddles.
“Does he always run away after sex?” she asked, not actually sure if she could brave a relationship in which he scarpered the moment the deed was done, like sex were a criminal activity.
Ross’s features contorted into an uneasy scowl. “Not exactly. I mean he does…or rather he has after pretty much every threesome, but that’s normally so they don’t get ideas… This is different,” he hastily added. Leastways judging by his expression he hoped it was. “He’s probably trying to give us some space. I guess we do have a few things to talk over.” He squeezed her hand, then sat down beside her, so they were facing. Evie wanted to snuggle, but Ross seemed keen on maintaining eye contact. In the end, she straddled his knees again.
“When were you going to tell me?”
Ross shook his head. “It wasn’t supposed to be happening. When I invited him to say, I was just pleased to see him again; I never thought he’d still be interested after all this time.”
“And you didn’t think to mention that you’d invited a former lover to live with us.”
“He wasn’t…not really. We were mates, Evie, except for one time just before he left.”
“Is that why he left?” She found the notion hard to believe. With the exception of his recent exodus, Kit seemed pretty on top of his sexuality. If he had issues, they weren’t with his orientation.
