Page 44 of Enticement
“Anyone home?”
Strange that he hadn’t come home to get changed first.
The kitchen stood empty, stripped to the stonework of everything save the Belfast sink and the Aga in the hearth, but Ross’s work bag stood by the door to the lounge, and a faint thread of music hung in the crisp spring air. “Ross?” She lifted the latch and let herself in.
Bright daylight streamed through the huge bay window. Dazzled, Evie squinted and took a few baby paces forward as she waited for her eyes to adjust.
Ross stood a little to the right, with his back to her, completely naked. She squawked in shock at seeing the golden light illuminate his skin. Pleasing shadows cast interesting shapes across his bottom and highlighted the breadth of his shoulders. Confused, she took a step towards him, only to realize as her vision cleared, that Kit lay equally naked, stretched sidewards across the wingback chair from Ross’s office, with his legs aloft and his bottom resting upon the chair arm. The old patchwork cushion she’d inherited from her Gran sat supporting his lower back. They were fucking, Ross’s pale glutes tightening and relaxing with each stroke, Kit grunting slightly at the penetration, his palm pressed flat to Ross’s stomach as if to stop him going too deep.
“Fuck!” she said in disbelief. All this time she’d spent fretting over her infidelity and thinking she was being selfish for wanting the threesome he seemed to be constantly offering, and here they were, screwing one another in broad daylight.
“Evie…” Ross paused mid-stroke, his buttocks clenched tight. He turned his head towards her, and his already flushed cheeks blazed a livid scarlet. “Oh, my god!”
“Bugger!” said Kit.
Ross tried to withdraw, but Kit was having none of it. He clung to Ross, clamping his hand over his hip and digging his fingers into the flesh until Ross stopped squirming.
“Shit!” her boyfriend cursed again for good measure. “Just, shit! Get off me, Kit.” Again, he tried to shake Kit’s hold.
“She’s not angry, Ross. She’s intrigued. Aren’t you?” He shot a glance at Evie.
Still gobsmacked, Evie met his rather aggressive gaze, and felt her shock give way to the rising heat in her groin. All this time, Kit had been telling her everything was okay, and that Ross wasn’t going to mind them getting it on, and she’d never suspected them of this. He’d even told her outright that he and Ross got down and dirty together, and she hadn’t believed him.
She thought she knew Ross, and before Kit, before now, he’d never shown any interest in other guys.
“Oh, Eve…I’m sorry.” Ross started mumbling, but she wasn’t really listening. Instead, she continued to stare at them in stupefied silence, while various interconnecting events re-slotted themselves together in her head. Sweat started to bead across Ross’s upper lip at her silence, although she noticed his erection didn’t flag. “I swear I didn’t want you to find out like this. I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know how you’d take it.”
“How do you think I’m taking it?”
Lordy, she sounded so calm and reasonable. If only she remotely felt it.
Uncertainty swam in the azure glow of Ross’s eyes. “I don’t know, Evie. Just don’t run, okay?” He stretched his arm out towards her.
Run! She had jelly legs, she wasn’t going anywhere, and what would be the point. If she left, surely that was it—relationship over, and that wasn’t what she wanted at all.
No, she wanted to stay here, because—damn, they looked good together. Far too good, in fact. The flames in her innards licked a little higher at the sight of so much lean male muscle spread before her, locked together. She couldn’t stop staring at the point where their bodies joined, and how comfortable Ross seemed wedged between Kit’s spread cheeks.
“She’s not angry. She’s loving this,” remarked Kit. He lifted his hips so Ross slid a little deeper.
Evie shot him a wary glance, only to find Kit’s black eyes ablaze and eager. “I told you, she’s been up for this from the start. Haven’t you, Evie?” He stretched out his hand to her. “Now, come closer where I can reach you.”
She instinctively reached out, but pulled back before they touched. “What are you going to do?”
Kit’s grin stretched from ear to ear. “I thought maybe you could hold my hand while Ross finishes fucking me. Of course, if you’re up for a little more than that…”
“Evie…only if you want to,” Ross rasped. His attention zoomed in on her nipples, which were pushing against the thin wool of her jumper, all peaked up and aroused. “Don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
His concern made her want to laugh. “Do you want me to join in?”
Cheeks still burning red, Ross broke into an awkward smile. “Yeah,” he huffed. “Yeah, I do.”
Evie nervously moistened her lips. Their relationship wouldn’t be the same after this, not after they’d let Kit into their lives so completely. There’d be no pretending he was an ordinary houseguest after this, and no avoiding the potent lure of his sexuality. She wanted to touch him, but she kept her attention firmly focused on Ross. She leaned into him and whispered into his ear. “I want to suck him, are you okay with that?” Her fingers tightened upon his disk-like nipples as she spoke, squeezed a little so they hardened into points. Before he had a chance to answer she slid her tongue deep into his open mouth and kissed him harder than she’d ever done before. There’d never been the same urgency, the same need to prove her love. When she drew back, they were both breathless and her lips tingled from the pressure.
Kit lifted his half-hard cock and began to stroke himself. Evie’s gaze immediately locked onto the motion. Although he lay with his eyes closed and his head tilted back, he was definitely aware of her watching. “Take your jumper off,” he whispered. “And come a little closer.”
For a moment, she ignored the demand, content to stand and watch. Ross had begun to move his hips again, and his cock dipped smoothly in and out of Kit’s body. She’d never expected to find watching her boyfriend fuck another guy to be so thrilling. It was also one of the most incredibly sensual acts she’d ever witnessed, so intensely focused that even though she’d imagined gay sex to be more raw and concerned with swift fulfilment, she still found this softer version overwhelmingly heady.
“Harder.” For several minutes Kit held himself braced, sharing the moment with Ross, whose breathless pace left them both coated with a delicate sheen of sweat. Maybe raw was what they were building too.
