Page 53 of Enticement
“Humph!” she snorted. “The jury’s still out on that. What gets him off, Ross?”
“Pretty much anything.”
Kit groaned.
“Yeah. How about you sucking his cock?”
“It’s been known to work.” Ross crawled to Kit again and watched the muscles in Kit’s stomach jump as he wrapped his large hand around his friend’s cock. Already swollen from Evie’s earlier attention, the thick stem stood out from Kit’s bare skin, the tip vivid red and dripping the odd bead of precome. Up close, so close that he caught a hint of floral fragrance before he bestowed a gentle kiss, Ross spared a thought to how well his own stamina would hold.
“You know you’ll crack first,” Kit whispered.
“And if I do, I’ll leave you weeping. Who exactly is the loser then?” Teasingly, he ran his tongue around the tip of Kit’s glans. “Besides, who said this is all the lady has planned for you?”
“Less talk,” she said, smacking his backside with the whisk. “Suck him good, Ross. I want to see his knuckles whiten. I want to see him weep.”
Ross refrained from pointing out that Kit was already doing that. His friend’s fists were already clenched, and within moments a nervous tick played in his jaw. He had his teeth clamped together so hard, he was reduced to breathing in sharp bursts through his nose.
Ross blew gently across the surface of the eye and Kit’s thighs jerked. He licked, even more gently, and Kit’s cock jerked hungry for more. He really didn’t think his lover was up to much more teasing. “He’s really primed, Evie.”
The revelation earned him a growl of disapproval from Kit. “Traitor.”
In response, Ross nipped Kit’s inner thigh with his teeth, which caused his cock to further jerk and swell, and more fluid to escape the tip. Evie wet her finger in it and then slipped the digit between her lips. She held a condom in her other hand, which she rolled down Kit’s shaft before positioning herself over him, her back to Kit’s face.
On his knees, Ross watched her sink slowly, ever so damn slowly, inch by glorious inch over Kit’s erection until she took him right to the goddamn root. A tiny part of his heart pinched slightly at the sight, but the minor pain fled a moment later when she stretched and tugged open the apron fastening at the back of her neck and let the blue and white cloth fall forward, exposing her beautiful, rounded breasts to him and him alone.
She’d rouged her nipples so they were deep crimson. “Come and let me warm you,” she invited.
Ross didn’t wait for a second invitation. He knelt upright before her and sandwiched his cock between the warmth of her bosom. Ross loved this and didn’t get to do it nearly often enough. He kept rubbing up against her, loving the way her big, heavy breasts engulfed his cock, and how she stuck her tongue out to try and lick him when the head of his cock peeped from between her cleavage.
“Let me suck you, Ross.” She clasped him around the hips, stilling his rocking, before bending to take his cock in her mouth again.
Kit bucked in protest. “Fucking untie me.”
“No.” She glanced at him over her shoulder.
Some of the aggression slipped from his face. “Then at least turn around and get him to come up here so I can join in.”
To Ross’s surprise, she actually capitulated. Unfortunately, that left him bereft of her soft comforts. Another stab of envy pierced his chest as Evie lowered herself onto Kit’s prick again, having turned to face him. He’d stood in the cold too many times in the past watching Kit make love and feeling sidelined to ever want to find himself there again, especially when, in this case, Kit was the plus one, not him. They’d invited him in to share, not to take over.
“Ross.” Evie flapped her hand out trying to grasp his arm.
He took the offered life line, angered with himself for letting jealousy get a grip. As multiple hands stroked his body, he realized that neither of his lovers had forgotten him.
Evie pulled him closer, her cheeks were flushed, and her body swaying to a merry rhythm, so that her heavy breasts bounced with the motion. He couldn’t recall seeing her look more abandoned. Her unselfconscious enjoyment suited her. She clung to him and kissed him with lavish abandon him.
“Mmmm,” she sighed into his mouth. “Help me, Ross.”
He slid his fingers through her curls to rub her clit just above where Kit was fucking her. She clung a little tighter at the attention, but soon stopped him. “It has to be give and take. He’s going to give—” she inclined her head towards Kit “—and we’re going to take.”
He realized she had a crooked view of Kit’s talents. He might give off dominant, aggressive vibes, but when it came down to it, giving was what Kit did best. Using him for their pleasure wouldn’t be a hardship. It wouldn’t put him any place he didn’t want to be.
“Ross, pay attention.” She lightly cuffed him on the bicep.
Damn! He needed to stop analyzing and concentrate on getting himself laid. When it came to sex, he didn’t normally let his mind wander like this. Having them both here together had scrambled his brains.
Ross looked at them, admiring the lines of their twined bodies as they undulated together. While he stroked Evie’s breast, he lowered his head and licked along the nervous tick in Kit’s jaw. He read Kit well enough to interpret the signs: dancing spectres in the depths of his eyes, the way his breathing had become raspy but slow. Kit was already walking the line. It wouldn’t take much to tip him over. He wondered if Evie realized it.
Kit beckoned him with tilt of his head.
