Page 57 of Enticement
“You don’t mind if I join in?”
“Only if you don’t mind being late.”
A shadow of doubt clouded Ross’s face, vanquished a second later as Kit hooked his fingers inside the elastic of Ross’s shorts and tugged him closer.
“I’ll say the traffic was bad.” Ross squeaked as Kit’s thumb traced the curve of his glans. Kit tugged the briefs and trousers down, exposing Ross’s lower half. His cock immediately swung a little higher, so that it seemed to kiss the bush of springy curls that cradled its base and extended upwards in a thin line towards Ross’s navel.
“You should let your hair grow back in,” Evie said to Kit, who was perfectly hairless save for his head and the morning stubble peppering his chin.
The remark prompted a frown. “No way, it’d itch like hell.”
“Only for a day or two.”
“Besides, if I did you’d never be able to tell us apart in the dark.”
She was pretty certain she’d always be able to tell them apart, irrespective of her sight. They were built differently, smelled different, and just felt and moved in completely different ways. Bypassing the issue for another occasion, Evie stretched and shuffled up the bed a little, so that her head extended over the mattress edge into the space between Ross’s parted thighs. Despite his recent shower, the perfume of him wafted over her like a fabled aphrodisiac. She licked his inner thigh, where the skin was a smooth contrast to the more hirsute outer and lower leg. Grasping him for support she stroked her hand up to his bottom and round over his hips to caress the base of his cock.
“Next time you two want to shag before breakfast, let me know so I can set the alarm for earlier.” Ross ruffled Kit’s hair. “God, I love you, Evie.” Ross’s bright blue eyes shone down at her as he rubbed the side of her jaw with one callused thumb, while she continued to lavish attention on his inner thigh and the soft weight of his ball sack.
Kit grinned. “You’d better love me too after this.” He opened his mouth wide to take Ross’s cock.
“Fuck, that’s good.” Ross replied as he guided Kit’s sucking with his hand thrust into his hair. Eyes closed, a dreamy smile stretched across his lips. “Of course I love you too, you sexy bastard, much as I’ve been trying to deny it for years.”
Chapter Thirteen
“Is she really going out with him?
Well, there she is, let’s ask her.”
The upbeat lyrics to the sorrowful song ran through Evie’s head as she trekked over to Kirkley’s tiny post office on a quest for ice cream a few days later. Kit had painted them both with the remainder of the last tub, leaving them sticky and the kitchen table permanently stained with triple chocolate sauce. Personally, she wasn’t in any great hurry to taste ice cream again for a while, but the boys were both fond of it, and Kit had suggested they make alcoholic ice-cream floats, by mixing dollops of rich vanilla ice with spiced rum and cola.
Despite the teeny shop’s rather haphazard business hours, it remained a hive of activity for those possessed of more sobriety than to set foot in the pub before six ‘o clock. The collection of busybodies huddled beneath the green envelope of the glorious weeping willow to the right of the shop door.
“On your own today?” said one of them when Evie emerged with her tub of Neapolitan.
“Yes. Ross is at work.”
This response was met with an approving nod.
“What about your lodger, he still with you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Poor you,” remarked the woman.
“It must be terrible for you,” remarked a second, slight woman with stark white hair. “I shouldn’t like him in my house. One would never know what he might do. I wouldn’t be able to relax.”
In Evie’s mind, she remained draped across the kitchen table, naked, perfectly at ease, while Ross and Kit gave her a glorious massage.
The braying of muttered affirmatives to the petite woman’s assertion snapped Evie from the memory.
“Oh, he’s perfectly house trained. I wouldn’t let him stay if he wasn’t.” Her glib remark earned her an array of scowls.
“I dare say he’s absolutely charming at first glance.” The first woman took up the gauntlet again. “It’s what comes after that concerns me. Christopher Skye is a bad penny, always was. Done some terrible things, that boy.”
Evie tried hard not to smirk as another memory of Kit standing over her naked, stuffing a tea towel into her mouth so she couldn’t squeal while Ross smacked her bare arse reared in her head. Damned bastard, Kit, had then turned his back on her and started playing with his cock, deliberately provoking her with the fact that she couldn’t see what he was up too.
Yes, living with Kit, was deeply frustrating, but, also deeply wonderful, if somewhat exhausting. She could see why he was keen to have two lovers. He’d exhaust just one. She considered her libido fairly high, but Kit’s never seemed to wane, although mostly he enjoyed teasing.
