Page 56 of Enticement
“Definitely. I can’t be late.”
“That is a shame.”
Evie glanced down at the shiny red helm of his cock, and arousal fluttered like a wild bird through her innards, dulling the aches in her limbs and sharpening her addled mind. Maybe she had time for a quick cuddle. It’d take twenty minutes tops to shower and dress, assuming Ross ever vacated the bathroom, and another ten to drive to Melton Manor. That left fifteen minutes for coffee and toast, or savouring Kit. Despite the grumble in her stomach, there was no contest. She reached out and lightly traced the tip of his glans.
“You’ll be late.”
“I won’t. Not if we’re quick.” She grabbed a condom off the bedside table and bypassing any other preamble, rolled it smoothly down his shaft. “Come and get me, tiger.”
Kit gave a mock growl as Evie piled the pillows into rather haphazard mound and draped herself over them on all fours. “Don’t I even get a kiss?” His chest vibrated against her back as he slid into position, sparking a triumphant hiss.
“Yes… oh, yes.”
“Quick, right?” He planted his hands over hers and gripped tight.
Trembling as he repetitively filled her, driving in and out of her at breakneck speed, Evie met him thrust for thrust and revelled in their frantic, driving need. She didn’t realize Ross was back from the shower until the wardrobe door creaked. Seemingly flummoxed by what he’d returned to, Ross put on his shirt and tie with his back facing the bed. When he turned, his cheeks were an unhealthy shade of red.
“Ross,” Evie gasped, registering his embarrassment. “Ross, I’m sorry.” She tried to push Kit away, and stretched a hand towards Ross, but Kit bucked into her twice as fast and refused to let her inch out of his arms. For the first time since their three-way dalliance had begun, she felt a stab of fear. Clearly, there were boundaries in this relationship that needed establishing. Everything they’d done over the weekend had been mutual. If it involved Kit, it involved all three of them. Neither she nor Ross had got too exclusive with him. Leastways, not like this.
“No, it’s okay. We can’t always all be involved. Enjoy yourselves.”
She’d known him too long and knew him too well not to realize that his response was alien to what he wanted.
“Thanks,” Kit muttered, and she watched Ross wince. His obvious hurt made her chest ache.
Ross turned away and hurried downstairs carrying the remainder of his outfit.
“Stop it, Kit! I have to go after him. He’s hurt.”
“No.” Kit held her tight. “He’ll be fine. It’s got to be equal or it won’t last out the day, and he knows that, Evie. If I’d walked in on you and Ross, I wouldn’t have got all pouty, and you didn’t when you walked in on me and Ross. It’s got to be the same rules in all directions.”
“It will be. But we’ve given him a shock.”
“It has to be equal.”
Evie snarled, suddenly infuriated by his tight grip, and his unwillingness to compromise. Ross needed her. What she had with him was far stronger and more important than the newborn bonds forming between herself and Kit in their tentative ménage a trois.
“What you were saying last night, wasn’t quite so hung up on equality. Now, let go.” She smacked at his hands.
“What we were—?” Kit’s hold eased a little. He stopped moving, allowing her room to wriggle free, although he caught her wrist before she scampered off the bed. “So you heard that. I wondered if you were really asleep.”
“I love you,” she’d heard Kit whisper to Ross as they lay still joined together, basking in the afterglow of having come from rubbing their cocks together. They’d thought her sleeping. In truth, she was dozing, but those words had seared themselves through the cotton wool in her head and tore open a hole in her heart. That Kit loved Ross was a truth that she should have known, since it was there in every look they exchanged, but hearing him say it, without a qualifier that included her, had sown a seed of doubt in her mind that continued to grow.
Kit was right. If this was to work out long term, instead of just being a passing fling, the love had to flow in all directions equally.
Kit jerked her onto the bed and rolled her onto her back. He lay on top of her so that their stomachs met, and his erection nestled comfortably between the lips of her sex. Evie squirmed, loving the weight and feel of him, and his closeness, but still angry at his confession during the night, and the way he was keeping her from Ross.
“Evie.” Kit gently brushed the hair away from her face and kissed her lips. “I didn’t mean it to sound exclusive. You know we haven’t known each other nearly as long. You wouldn’t believe me even if I made such an admission to you. It doesn’t mean I won’t ever say that and mean it. I want this to work, after all.” His fingers curled tightly into her plump rear, lifting her, so that he slid up and down between her sex lips, tormenting her with his closeness.
She craved penetration again. But she wanted Ross to be with them. Body on autopilot, she raised her hips in greeting.
“He’ll be absolutely fine, Evie. Guilt’ll kill this faster than anything else. Don’t let it take root.”
The bedroom door swung open again, revealing Ross dressed for work, but with his zip undone and his cock poking upwards over the top of his underwear. He gave them both a rather sheepish grin. “Erm, am I welcome?”
The vibration of Kit’s laughter rippled through her torso and into her limbs. “’Course you’re bloody welcome, you idiot.”
“Ross! How could you think you wouldn’t be?” She stretched a hand out towards him as best she could while Kit continued to crowd her.
