Boston Avant-Garde 4: Encore (2 page)

The two people who had first introduced him to the titillation of voyeurism were long ago and far away. Jericho was now and had been for years. Whether it was the alcohol in his blood or the circumstances, Dante was finding it difficult to rein in the attraction he’d long harbored for his friend. Jericho was a sexy man—everything Dante had ever looked for in a lover. If fate had just handed Dante a way to have his cake and eat it too, he sure as hell wasn’t going to waste the opportunity.

“My best friend has been in a committed relationship with two men for more than a year.” Suri was still staring up into Jericho’s face. “I always thought she was the luckiest girl in the world. She has two hot guys all to herself, but they could never compare to the two of you.”

Her words made Dante’s heart hammer at a furious pace. She had a friend involved in a ménage? She was open to the idea? This wasn’t just fate, it was destiny. No man raised in Dante’s family would ever ignore a prompting like that.

“You’re drunk,” Jericho told her softly, reaching out to brush the hair back from her face.

“Not that drunk.” Her smile was all mischief and sexy as hell. “I’ve had a shit day. I’m getting fired. Now I’ve stumbled into a sultan’s bedroom with two men that make me want to get naked and try everything. I’m sober enough to know this is my chance to stop being boring.”

“Boring people don’t break and enter. They run screaming at the idea of a threesome. And who said you’re getting fired?” Jericho glanced up, and Dante shook his head to let his friend know that was assumption, not fact.

Eager to see if she was serious, Dante tested Suri’s resolve. “So, if you’re going to try everything, where will you begin?”

“Right here.” She put her arms around Jericho’s neck and stood on tiptoe to kiss him hungrily on the mouth.

Dante sat forward, his body engulfed in flames as he watched his friend’s stiff demeanor melt beneath Suri’s uninhibited onslaught. She devoured him, their tongues tangling in a passionate expression that made Dante long to join them.

JERICHO SHOULD HAVE said no. It was late, and he was the only sober one in the room. It was his duty to take a step back and prevent all three of them from having regrets in the morning.

Except that Jericho wouldn’t regret this. How could he? Suri was soft and eager against him. She tasted sweet, her lips warm and willing as she kissed him with abandon. He’d watched her from across the club and dreamed of this moment. She’d caught his eye the moment she’d taken the stage for the first time. The sheer presence of her was enough to give him decadent thoughts of running his hands up and down her sleek body. Watching her sinuous dancing had become a full-time preoccupation.

And now she was in his arms.

Jericho cupped her ass and pulled her against his body. His cock was hard and hot, tenting his slacks and demanding release. It was all he could do not to drag her to the bed and cover every inch of her with every inch of him. The champagne bottle dropped from her fingers, spilling onto the thick rug. It didn’t matter. Nothing did.

Jericho caught sight of Dante from the corner of his eye. The naked hunger on his friend’s face stirred something foreign inside Jericho’s gut. He knew Dante. Knew him well enough to see that he craved Suri as much as Jericho did.

It should have upset him to know that Dante desired the woman Jericho was kissing with such passion. But it didn’t. Jericho wanted Dante to see her. More than that, he ached for his friend to taste, to touch, to share in the incredible woman who was whimpering with every thrust of his tongue. This was Asylum, where everything was acceptable and nothing was taboo.

There was a line before him. Jericho could sense it, could acknowledge that he was choosing to change the nature of his friendship with Dante, despite the consequences. Locking gazes with his friend, Jericho nodded to let him know that it was all right.

DANTE STOOD SLOWLY, forcing himself to remain in control, though Jericho’s encouragement tore at the frayed edges of his restraint. He approached Suri from behind, gently unzipping her dress. She didn’t seem to mind, allowing him to remove her arms from the material before he slid it to the floor. Kissing Jericho’s jaw and neck was keeping her occupied, her teeth nibbling on the sensitive lobe of his ear.

“Dante.” Jericho’s voice held a note of uncertainty.

Dante knew Jericho was trying to voice valid concerns. He knew his friend had misgivings, but this was the time to set them aside. “Lift her up so I can slide this dress off.”

“Please, Jericho. I want this.” Suri’s murmured words squashed Jericho’s objections more effectively than anything Dante could’ve done.

The muscles in Jericho’s arms bunched tightly as he lifted her just far enough for Dante to slide her dress down her long legs and off. He shook it out and laid it across the chaise. Left in a strapless black lace bra and panties, Suri was more enticing than ever. Her skin was pale and perfect, her hips a soft flare, and her legs long and graceful. Her breasts were the perfect size for cupping, with nipples that puckered against the lace barrier of her bra. Her panties didn’t leave much to the imagination. The sheer sides gave way to a triangle of black satin fabric. It barely covered the dusting of gold curls she kept neatly trimmed into what looked like a narrow strip.

Jericho lowered his head, tonguing the cleft between her breasts. Wanting to see more, Dante popped the clasp on her bra and let it fall to the floor. He stood behind her and ran his palms up her sides until he could cup the fullness of her breasts. Picking them up, he groaned when Jericho began to suck her nipple. Suri moaned, her head lolling backward to rest against Dante’s shoulder.

He rolled both of her nipples between his fingers. Jericho’s mouth closed on both Dante’s fingers and her tightly puckered nipple. Dante’s hips jerked reflexively, and precum spurted from his cock. The sensation of her rounded ass cheeks against his groin was intoxicating.

It wasn’t enough to have her half-naked between them. Dante wanted more. He stepped around Suri and moved behind Jericho. His friend was utterly immersed in Suri’s lush body, his face buried in her breasts, and her hands moving restlessly through his hair.

Dante reached around Jericho and grabbed the sides of his dress shirt near his sternum. Yanking hard, Dante was satisfied to hear the buttons snap free. The shirt hung open, and Jericho looked up in surprise.

Suri took full advantage by sliding her hands over Jericho’s olive-toned skin. “My God, you’re beautiful.”

Not one to waste an opportunity, Dante went lower and unfastened Jericho’s pants before his friend realized what was happening.

Jericho stiffened. “Dante, wait.”

“No.” Dante slid pants and boxer briefs over Jericho’s narrow hips until they hung off his firm ass. Jericho’s erection sprang free to bounce against his belly. Dante gripped the shaft in one hand and reached in to cup Jericho’s balls with the other.

Any protest in Jericho’s body died when Suri squatted down in front of him. “So fucking beautiful.”

Unprepared for her enthusiastic response, Dante nearly came in his pants when she took Jericho’s cock into her mouth. She sucked the plum-shaped head, her lips brushing Dante’s fingers as he pumped Jericho’s shaft.

Jericho was rigid in the circle of Dante’s arms. His hands found Dante’s forearms, not to pull away but to hold on.

Dante leaned around his friend’s body to see Suri suck Jericho’s cock. “Watch her. She loves it.” Dante gave his friend’s testicles a gentle tug. “She wants this. She wants you, me—both of us. Let go and give her what she wants.” He pressed a kiss to Jericho’s bare shoulder where his shirt had fallen away.

On her knees, Suri was staring up at them while she laved her tongue in rapid circles around the sensitive flange of Jericho’s cock. She nipped at the head, smiling before swallowing it whole, her lips teasing Dante’s fingers where they gripped the shaft.

There was a quickly spreading wet spot on the front of Dante’s slacks. His cock was throbbing behind his zipper. He wanted desperately to strip off his clothes and beg Suri to take him in her mouth next. It would have to wait. He needed to make certain Jericho didn’t have second thoughts.

“I bet her pussy is wet,” he told Jericho. “Let’s put her on the bed and find out.”

His friend didn’t waver for more than a few seconds. He dragged Suri to her feet. Swinging her up into his arms, he carried her the short distance to the bed in the center of the room.

Dante tugged his shirt loose and pulled it over his head. He tossed it aside. Unfastening his pants, he hopped a little to pull them off. Going commando had its advantages, especially when he wanted nothing more than to get Jericho’s clothes off so they could focus on the blonde princess now lying in the middle of the bed.

If Dante had thought he would have to convince Jericho to continue, he was wrong. His friend was already getting rid of his loose clothes. When the two of them were naked, Suri held up one finger, shaking it from side to side.

“Hang on. I want to get a good look at both of you without all that clothing in the way.” She lounged back on her elbows and crossed her legs at the knee.

True to his stoic nature, Jericho stood still and silent, but Dante wasn’t wired that way. He held out his arms, tossing his head back to fling his shoulder-length dark hair out of his eyes. Making a full turn, he enjoyed the way her gaze drank him in.

“Show-off,” Jericho grumbled.

Suri’s burst of laughter was as musical as it was sexy. “You know, he sort of is. Maybe we should punish him by making him wait.” She held a hand out to Jericho. “Kiss me.”

She didn’t have to ask him twice. Jericho climbed onto the bed and covered her slender frame before taking her mouth in a deep kiss. The hungry noises they made were as much of a turn-on as the sight of them together.

Dante flopped down beside them. “It’s not punishment when I get to watch.”

Jericho rolled, pulling her over on her side and allowing Dante to slide in behind her. Dante shimmied her panties over her round cheeks and down her legs before tossing them on the floor. Getting closer, he sighed with satisfaction. Her skin was silk against his. His cock nestled between her ass cheeks, her warmth making him burn with anticipation.

Dante kissed her shoulder, working his way up beneath her hair to her neck. She shivered at the contact. Sliding one hand down the curve of her spine, he pushed between her legs until he could touch her damp slit.

“You’re wet enough to take both of us at once, princess.” He slid two fingers through the cream coating her pussy, brushing her clit. “Are you ready for some attention?”

She gave a soft cry when he began to work the sensitive hood of her clit with his fingertip. Her legs clamped down on his hand.

Dante needed better access. “Roll onto your back, Jericho.”

Jericho complied, taking Suri with him until she was splayed on his chest. Dante now had a full view of her pink pussy glistening with juices. Tracing the contours with his fingers, he watched her opening flex with a desire to be penetrated. Still enjoying Jericho’s kisses, she gasped in surprise when Dante lowered his head and licked her from clit to anus.

Sweet with a hint of salt. Dante wanted more. He flicked the tip of his tongue through her folds. She squirmed on Jericho’s chest, his friend wrapping his arms around her body to hold her still while Dante nibbled her clit. Pushing his tongue into her opening, he was rewarded with a sudden jolt as she climaxed.

Suri cried out and dug her nails into Jericho’s shoulders as the tremors shook her body. With his cock pinned beneath her, Jericho looked as though he were in pain. Knowing he was violating all of Jericho’s comfort zones, Dante gently freed his friend’s cock and took it in his mouth.

Jericho’s muscles went rigid beneath Suri’s body. Dante gently explored the hole at the tip and the long vein that traversed the underside. Jericho’s skin was satin soft over his rock-hard erection. He tasted spicy and all male.

“Dante, what are you doing?” Suri shook off the aftermath of her orgasm and scrambled off Jericho’s chest. “Oh God, you’re sucking his cock.”

The naked arousal in her voice seemed to soothe Jericho’s uncertainty. He grabbed Suri and pulled her back over his body until she was straddling his face. Her expression told Dante his friend had his mouth on her pussy. But her eyes were on Dante sucking Jericho’s cock.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped.

Dante wondered if she meant him or Jericho. It didn’t matter. He gave her a smile before swallowing Jericho’s cock to the back of his throat. His friend was thick, almost more than Dante could handle. Making a long retreat along the shaft, he came up for air to find Suri’s lips waiting for him.

Their mouths met with the head of Jericho’s cock between them. He felt her tongue circling Jericho’s taut crest before meshing with his. The sensation was hot beyond endurance. His own cock wept its jealousy on the duvet beneath him, and he wondered how much longer he could hold out.

Suri drew back, crying out as Jericho’s mouth on her pussy brought her to orgasm a second time. Dante rose and plucked her off Jericho’s chest before setting her back down on her knees.

“Suck him, princess. I’m going to fuck your pussy.”

Jericho reared back, propping his body on his elbows so he could watch her devour his cock. Dante groped over the edge of the mattress to a compartment near the bedpost. He wanted to shout when he found a condom. His hands shook as he unrolled it over his cock.

Positioning himself carefully behind her, he tilted her body at the perfect angle and began sliding inside her cunt. Dante looked over her shoulder, his gaze meeting Jericho’s as he pushed the final inch of his cock into Suri’s tight tunnel. She was wet and hot, her muscles fluid around him.

He began to thrust, backing out and pushing in with a steady rhythm. Jericho moaned. The sound of Suri’s mouth on his shaft matched the tempo of Dante’s cock in her pussy. The three of them moved as one—their cocks, her mouth, their combined desire coming unraveled as they all moved toward release.