Coming Clean (7 page)

Her gasp sucked in Cade’s unique scent when Grant’s tongue licked up her pussy. Wet, shivery tingles stroked along the edges of her cleft then delved deeper, lapping at her entrance. He knew exactly where to touch her, how to touch her with slow, maddening caresses. When Grant tightened his lips around her hard clit, it was Cade’s back she scratched. Cade wrapped his arms around her, deepening his kiss, swallowing her whimpers.

Hot and slick, his mouth left hers, trailing down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. Grant moved up her body, licking her bellybutton, her ribs, the underside of her breast. His tongue circled her nipple and Cade nipped the other. Blue-white lights snapped in her vision, and her back arched as they both latched on, sucking her crests deep and firm. Her hands shot to their heads, one gripping blond silk, the other midnight satin.

Mental clarity vanished. The sensual glide of different lips mingled, blended until she wasn’t sure who sucked and who nibbled. Pure electric sensation coursed through her, crackling with intensity. Heated honey slicked her inner thighs as her empty pussy throbbed. Those lips left her hard tips and she gulped air, struggling to focus. Vivi opened her eyes and the breath stuck in her throat.

Cade and Grant were kissing.

This was obviously not the first kiss they shared. There was no awkward bumping of noses, no uncertain moves, no cautious tastes. Grant gripped the back of Cade’s head. Cade’s hand slid around Grant’s shoulder and tugged him closer. Open-mouthed, striving for dominance, their kiss epitomized hunger. A knot wedged in her chest. It was not some kinky action staged to titillate and excite. It was a sincere expression of desire.

Her husband pulled away first, sliding his mouth to the corner of Cade’s and nipping in a gentle bite. One hand fell to Cade’s bare thigh and he looked up. His eyes sought hers, a question buried in them that she sensed without words. No, she didn’t find this shameful, and she tried to tell him that with a gentle stroke down his arm. Gratitude softened his frame and he cupped her face. A thumb swipe over her cheek was his silent thank you.

He covered her mouth with his. His welcome weight pinned her to the sheets and she arched to his strong and passionate kiss, tasting his need for acceptance, for reassurance, for confirmation of his place in her bed. His tongue stroked hers with leisurely abandon, his hands sliding beneath her, molding her to him while she clung to hard shoulders. Instinctively, her legs tried to part, to open to his thrust but he wouldn’t allow that. His thighs locked on the outside of hers and he ground his rigid cock into her pubic bone. A sweet delicious ache thrummed through her blood.

Breathless, he sat back and let one bold, possessive touch sweep from her face down her body. Cade moved beside her and traced his fingers along the underside of her breast. Conjugal closeness prompted her reaching for Grant’s cock, her hand curling around the hard length. Curiosity had her reaching for Cade’s. She’d never been with an uncircumcised man and found the salacious slide of his foreskin over firming flesh riveting. Not quite as thick as Grant, Cade’s cock was longer and curved upward slightly. A shiny dot of moisture formed on the tip. She used her thumb to catch it, spreading it over the soft head, then wrapped her palm around him. A low, savory groan sounded.

Completely spellbound by differences and similarities, Vivi stroked and twisted her hands, delighting in the heavy unyielding shafts. Ragged breathing in deep octaves filled the room, and her skin flushed with anticipation. Until her tongue touched her lip, she didn’t recognize what she craved but when she did, she looked to Grant. He knew, his desire-hazed expression watching her moves. One encouraging nod from him and she rolled, her grip tightening on Cade’s shaft and her lips opening.

Cade’s body jerked as she sucked him. He felt foreign on her tongue, the shape and taste unfamiliar but not unpleasant. Smooth hot skin glistened from her licks, from her tongue circling the ridged tip. Despite his somewhat longer cock, he was thinner and she swallowed all of him, feeling his pulse deep in her throat. His hands fisted on his thighs, then cupped her head.

“Oh shit, Viv!”

A callused hand sank between her thighs. She moaned around Cade’s shaft as Grant rubbed across her clit. She pushed back, wanting more of his touch, and he obliged, his fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy in a slow rhythm. Above her, Cade’s breathing quieted and she angled her head to see the men kissing. More than that, Cade’s fist was jacking her husband’s cock with urgent tugs.

A dawning realization forced her mouth from Cade’s shaft. Grant had had an orgasm recently. He had to have. Although madly aroused, his balls weren’t drawn tight enough for a first encounter. The starving need pumping through her body had been sated in his. Apparently more than first kisses had occurred while she folded sheets. She wasn’t jealous, understanding that Grant had taken that first step without her present out of fear or embarrassment. Still, she wondered how far their play had gone. Had Cade used his hand like now or his mouth? Had Grant fucked Cade? Had Cade fucked Grant’s virgin ass?

Her pussy clenched around Grant’s hand. He dragged his mouth from Cade’s and grinned at her. “You like that, seeing us.”

It wasn’t a question but she nodded. She did like it and wished she’d seen more. It was erotic. Grant locked gazes with her and deliberately reached for the shaft she’d just licked. Her eyes widened as he confidently pumped Cade’s erection while rocking his hips into Cade’s stroke.

Glistening liquid from her pussy provided lubrication and Cade’s hips thrust up, pushing into Grant’s strokes. He gripped Grant’s shoulder for balance, panting in pleasure. The bed dipped again as he shifted. He circled Grant’s bare waist with his hands and pressed his lips to his neck. Grant offered no resistance when Cade pushed him down to the sheets and stretched his lean frame on top. Sharply-cut muscles in his back rippled as he leisurely ground his cock against Grant’s. A low groan opened her husband’s mouth and he closed his eyes. His dark head fell back, relishing the touch.

Vivi dropped her gaze to Cade’s firm ass. Grant’s hands rested on Cade’s hips, not clutching, not grabbing, but simply holding him closer. He’d held her that way a million times. It was a comfortable, intimate hold that went beyond sex. It shouted of tenderness.

Cade started at Grant’s temple, pressing butterfly-light kisses over his face. The repercussions sank deep into Vivi’s marrow as he touched his lips to Grant’s brow, his eyelids, his nose, the corners of his mouth. The action was reverent and gentle, filled with the promise of new beginnings. Something in her chest twisted into an agonized knot.

This wasn’t sex.

Grant and Cade were making love.

They didn’t need her.

Grant didn’t need her.

Almost-banished fear roared in her ears and her throat clenched tight, but Grant’s hand inched across the mattress, blindly seeking hers. Twining her fingers with his, she squeezed, needing to feel their connection. He gripped back, curling his wrist to hold her hand tighter. The knot under her ribs eased. He wasn’t shutting her out, replacing her. He was simply opening his heart to more, needing her to be there with him. How could she not?

His gentle tug pulled her closer. She scooted a few inches and Cade’s fingers reached for her hip. Still kissing with infinite tenderness, they drew her into their circle. Vivi smoothed her free hand down Cade’s spine and squeezed Grant’s hand. Part of a threesome was letting go of jealous twinges and delighting in your partners’ pleasure, drawing joy from their happiness. Her heart shuddered with an outpouring love for Grant and for Cade. This, the two of them discovering each other on a deeper level than ever before, was priceless, and they were sharing it with her.

Cade’s mouth moved, a private whisper she couldn’t hear but which curved Grant’s mouth into a smile. His eyes opened and that wide smile brushed along Cade’s ear, murmuring a response.

Carnal fire brewed in an icy shade of blue when Cade rose to his knees and looked over his shoulder. Her nipples tightened. There was a power and grace in him, an almost musical flow to his body language. He moved like a sensual, sinewy lion, confident in his skin and reveling in his actions. He slid from Grant’s embrace and crawled up her legs, never taking his eyes from hers. Vivi’s pulse quickened like prey being hunted.

“Turnabout is fair play, Viv. You had a taste, now it’s my turn.”

His lips fell to her stomach before his words made sense. The warm velvet of his tongue lapped a smoldering trail down her body to the mound of her bare pussy. Never lifting his mouth from her skin, he spread her thighs then settled between her legs. A subtle flaring of his nostrils as he inhaled clamped her throat in anticipation.

The muscles in her legs trembled in excitement, and he curled strong hands around them, gently massaging and soothing. One bold caress skimmed along her inner thigh. Cade’s gaze flicked to hers and he sent her a playful wink then licked. Pointed, wicked curls around her clit brought her ass off the bed, her fingers biting into Grant’s hand. A warm breath chuckled over her wet folds and then Cade went deeper with firmer, more insistent swirls of his tongue. Two long fingers sank inside and her pussy quivered, flush and ripe.

Grant took her mouth as a shaking sigh formed. The decadent kiss stole the little breath she had, leaving her dizzy and limp. He cupped her breasts, rolling her tight nipples, pinching the way she liked, with just enough sting to burn. The time-roughened pads of his fingertips grazed her sensitized skin to a fever pitch. Her tongue danced with his in a well-practiced loop with a sudden new flavor. The mysterious spice of Cade’s mouth lingered on Grant’s tongue, and he shared it with her. Vivi gorged on the blended tastes. One was fiery and sharp, one was lasting and savory. The kiss flooded her soul and her pussy squeezed Cade’s thrusting fingers.

She stroked Grant’s hard cock, twisting her hand in long, slow caresses. Solid warmth slid against her palm and he moaned into their kiss. Cade lapping at her pussy and Grant plucking at her nipples was too much and her stomach jumped. Every muscle drew tight, waiting, needing to release. Her eyes flew open, wide and searching, looking for Grant, her anchor in this erotic sea.

Complete and utter devotion shone in his gaze. He gently smoothed the hair from her forehead. “It’s okay, Vivi. Come for him. I’m right here, babe. I’ll always be here.”

One hot shuddering breath signaled her surrender. A tremor gripped her muscles, vibrating them like a harp string. One perfectly struck note sang through her body. For the first time in their marriage, Vivi murmured another man’s name.

Her eyelids slid closed, her mouth fell open and a hard jerk rippled through her. Grant had always loved watching Vivi orgasm. A swift flush of racing blood colored her face, and her head jammed back to the mattress, neck arched. Her whimpered cry filled every corner of the room. God, she was beautiful, and at this minute, he wasn’t sure he’d ever loved her so much. His heart clenched as powerfully as her body.

Still wrapped around his aching cock, her fingers tightened and her nails scraped. He gritted his teeth against the sweet pain and used it to slow his thundering lust. Cade didn’t let up, his low wet hum underscoring Vivi’s fading cry. As her body relaxed, he slowed his mouth, dragging his tongue up her slit in an unhurried lap. He looked at Grant and stopped at the top of her cleft, eyes filled with concern. The tight muscle in Grant’s chest grew tighter at the worried look.

No, he wasn’t jealous or angry or feeling displaced. He couldn’t explain it except that this was right. This wasn’t about sating lust or fulfilling erotic fantasies or even stretching sexual boundaries. This was about accepting what some small part of him had always known. He was meant to be with Vivi and Cade. This wasn’t one night to him. It was the beginning of something he wanted to explore.

Grant gave him a small reassuring smile and Cade grinned. Juice from Vivi’s orgasm coated his lips and chin, and he lifted his hand to wipe it away, but Grant grabbed his wrist. As electrifying as Cade’s touch, his mouth, had been, looking at him this minute was even more tantalizing. Leaning forward, he licked along Cade’s bottom lip. The rich cream he loved had a different tang. It borrowed a robustness from Cade’s skin and intoxicated him, drugging his senses until he grew drunk on the heady cocktail of Vivi mixed with Cade.

A growl powered from his gut, an animal sound that barely touched the surface of his blistering want. Cade returned his hunger, diving his tongue deep into Grant’s mouth. A firm hand buried in his hair and tugged him closer. The rich fragrance of Vivi’s climax ignited in his bloodstream and he could taste the echo on Cade’s tongue.

“Grant.” Cade’s voice rasped deeper, husky with a raw vibration. He pulled away and the look he sent Grant was pure fervent lust that surged hot blood coursing through him “I need to come. I want Viv.”

The single powerful, erotic image drove into Grant’s brain like a sledgehammer. He tore from Cade’s hands and leaned over his wife. She slumped in exhaustion, her breath panting across his face and a dreamy smile lifting the corners of her lips. Pure devotion pumped through him, fueled by scalding arousal. He pressed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. Another chorus of snaps, crackles and pops sounded in his head when Cade’s rough hand stroked over his bare ass.

“Vivi,” Grant murmured, tonguing her lips. “Do you want Cade to fuck you?”

“No,” she whispered, but a wicked gleam brewed deep in her eyes. “I want to ride him.”

The surrendering groan behind him brought Grant’s smile. He jerked the nightstand drawer too hard, leaving it wide open after grabbing a condom. He tossed a foil square to Cade. “Saddle up, my man.”

Cade’s hand shook as he rolled the condom down his shaft. His balls had to be aching. He hadn’t come at all and his cock was dark red, his sac drawn hard against his body. Scooting toward the headboard, he held his arms out to Vivi. Like a lithe cat pouncing on a canary, she swung her leg over his hips, gripped his cock and slicked it across her wet slit.

Cade’s knuckles whitened on her hips, his sweat-lined face trained on her pussy. “Viv, please.”

She seated his rounded cockhead between her swollen lips then lowered herself. A sultry exhale of pure satisfaction dropped her head back, penny-auburn hair streaming over her shoulders. Cade’s hips rose with a sharp jerk, as if the animal inside him were testing its cage, looking for an escape. He gritted his teeth but a tortured snarl ripped through them. “Oh God, sweetheart, that’s good.”

Vivi planted her hands on his chest and locked eyes with him. She arched her spine, rotating her hips, grinding into each thrust. “Let me make you feel good, Cade. Let me dance with you like this.”

The slap of skin, the wet sucking of flesh on flesh, the carnal grunts lulled Grant’s senses into a steadily growing buzz. Cade focused on Vivi’s nipples, tugging them between his lips, laving his tongue across the hard pink buds until Vivi whimpered and bucked on his cock. Though Grant hadn’t said anything, Cade seemed to know what Vivi liked and he wrapped her hair in his fist, pulling her head back to nibble along her neck. That never failed to send Vivi into orbit. A thin film of passion-sweat glistened on her creamy skin, the luscious scent of her orange-spiced lotion mingling with the sweet woodsy smell Cade carried with him.

Grant squeezed the tip of his aching cock. Resentment never entered his mind. All he could think was how Cade and Vivi together were beautiful, like one of their dances on a more intimate, basic level. He’d watched them in awe, wondered how they simply knew where the other’s feet would land, their hands would fall. They seemed effortless on the dance floor. Now each movement, each rock and cradle, seemed set to a melody only they heard, and they moved in perfect harmony.

Tiny golden hairs on Cade’s leg tickled his palm as he stroked across a firm thigh. Heat from Vivi’s ass, her pussy and Cade’s balls surrounded his hand. Cade jolted when Grant cupped his testicles, rolling the firmed glands.

“Fuck!” Cade hissed. Tendons in his neck tightened and bulged. His hips vaulted with more speed, more intensity. “Too much, I’m not going to last.”

Grant surged to his knees between Cade’s spread legs. He wrapped his arms around Vivi’s waist, pressing his chest firm to her spine. His cock nestled between her ass cheeks and she gasped. A snorted laugh shook his chest.

He’d promised her if this ménage happened, he’d wait until she wanted to be double penetrated. It would be so easy to part her ass right now and slide deep into her dark cleft. His nuts shuddered with the memory of her tight heat, but he’d never abuse her trust like that. Still, he was going to take her ass at some point this week while Cade took her little pussy. They’d wring every ounce of pleasure from her together. They’d just do it differently tonight.

“Easy, babe,” he sighed along her temple. “I just want to help you, nothing else.”

Long practice guided his fingers down her stomach to her hard clit. Like a ripe berry ready for plucking, it quivered under his caress. Her right hand latched onto his forearm, rounded nails digging into his skin. Tiny white moons appeared on Cade’s chest as the fingernails from her left hand bit deep.

Cade’s upward motion drove her closer. Grant’s fingers rubbing the sides pushed her over. The pulsing knot thrummed under his touch and her head knocked into his shoulder. At the precise moment he felt her first tremor, Grant sank his teeth into the curve of her neck, sending the extra twinge of pain she loved so well.

“Oh shit, Grant, don’t stop. Fuck, Cade, yes, now!”

Cade didn’t make a sound. His eyes pinched tight and his mouth dropped open as his body quaked. One hand fisted the sheet, the other splayed wide along Vivi’s hip, as if he wouldn’t risk bruising her even in his climax.

Frantic flutters from Vivi’s soft pussy were accentuated by the slower, forceful throb along the base of Cade’s cock. Grant trailed his fingers down the slick folds until he could stroke both through their peak. The connection between the three of them hit hard under his ribs. Sex had a unique feel. It was different from making love. This was something altogether different.

Tonight was a night of discovery in more ways than one. Not only had he learned what Cade’s mouth tasted like, but how his body felt, how he liked to be stroked and caressed. He knew how Vivi looked writhing under Cade’s tongue, what his shaft felt like pulsing in release. Now Grant wanted to learn more. He wanted to give more. He had come to lines he thought were permanently drawn in his sexuality and kicked them aside with ease. Cade had taught him about receiving male pleasure. Now he wanted to give it.

Technically, he supposed Cade and he were now lovers. Kisses and tastes had blended with touches and strokes on an erotic and intimate level, but it had been him taking and Cade giving. Maybe Cade was easing him into bisexual actions, like training wheels for sex. Maybe he needed them. He knew his way around the female body, but a man’s? That was new. Holding Cade’s hard cock in his hand, feeling his satin-like testicles, knowing it was his touch that made them react, was empowering. It was more than he’d ever imagined doing, and yet wasn’t enough either.

Her chest heaving and gasping for breath, Vivi moved across Cade’s stomach, fusing her mouth with his, sharing sweet afterglow kisses. Grant pulled his hand away reluctantly, letting their bodies rest flush against each other. He eased to his side and propped on one elbow, watching them.

Cade kissed her with a softness that didn’t come from casual encounters. A warm smile broke along his face and he dropped a light kiss on the tip of her nose. “Sweetheart, I’ve got to take care of this.”

Vivi climbed from his lap, collapsing beside Grant. Cade tugged the spent condom off and tossed it in the trash on Grant’s side of the bed. The sheet twisted under his hip as he rolled to face them. Satisfaction had softened his face but growing anticipation glimmered in his eyes. He dropped a light kiss on Vivi’s shoulder.

“I think we’re neglecting someone.”

A wanton grin widened Vivi’s lips. “Oh, we can’t have that.”

“I’m not feeling neglec—”

Her fingers pressed to Grant’s mouth. “Hush, honey, you’re interrupting.” She turned to Cade and smiled. “Tag-team?”

“Hell, yeah. You want top or bottom?”

“Bottom. You take top.”

“Yes, dear.” Cade chuckled. He climbed over Vivi’s stomach and pushed Grant flat to his back. His tongue thrust deep into Grant’s mouth as Vivi nibbled along his hip. A low growl worked from his throat as her tongue dipped to his inner thigh, skimming the edge of his balls.

Cade kissed along his chin, down his neck and slid to his ear. A hot lick sent shivers down Grant’s spine, and Cade laughed. “Sorry. Forgot you’re ticklish.”

Any response Grant might have made was lost as Vivi’s soft lips trailed along his shaft. Every inch of his skin sizzled with pleasure and his mind scattered. For one moment, Grant wasn’t sure where to put his hands. One gripped Cade’s back. The other buried itself in Vivi’s long hair. His thighs tensed as she did that humming thing he loved, the vibrations teasing along his cock like a million tiny feathers. A sharp nip on his right nipple forced his gasp and his eyes flew open.

Cade moved further down, rimming his tongue around Grant’s navel. Vivi shifted to the side to give him room, and Grant let his hand comb through her hair and caress her spine. One on each side of his hips, Vivi and Cade kissed over his twitching erection. The picture they created charged boiling lust through his veins.

His palms dropped to their thighs—one hard and muscled, one soft and smooth. Vivi opened her knees, inviting his touch. Grant rubbed across her clit then sank two fingers inside. His gaze riveted to Cade’s rising cock. Playtime wasn’t over.

Rolling his tongue inside his jaw, Grant questioned his impulse. Cade’s shower-time blowjob had been amazing, and Vivi’s long, slow bobs on his cock always sent shockwaves through him. Could he give back even half as much pleasure? He was actually eager to try, to prove something to himself, to make himself special in Cade’s eyes.

Thick sticky liquid from Vivi’s pussy coated his hand as he pulled away. His fingers trembled, reaching out, but his mind was set. Judging by his own sensations after an orgasm, he avoided Cade’s tip, grasping the shaft gently. A groan peeled Cade’s mouth from Vivi’s. Fevered blue eyes flew to his but Cade didn’t balk, just held his breath, watching. Silky foreskin and silkier feminine gel created a sensual friction which thickened and hardened the flesh in his hand. Grant sat up, fascinated by the roadmap of veins and ridges growing under his touch. A slow, comforting stroke up his spine spread warmth through his blood. Vivi was okay with this. Would she be okay with more? He offered one hasty prayer then bent forward.

The firm muscles in Cade’s chest were rock hard under Grant’s lips as he lowered Cade to the mattress. Flat tan nipples drew taut under his tongue, unlike Vivi’s in texture and feel to Grant but no less fascinating. It took no coaxing for him to slither his mouth down Cade’s ridged stomach. The woodsy scent was now tinged with salt and Vivi and the seductive aroma of sexual bliss. Somewhere below Cade’s navel, Grant slowed and considered what he was about to do. Kisses and strokes were one thing but a blowjob was solidly in the actively bisexual camp. He batted the thought away like a fly. This didn’t deserve labels, it just was.

It wasn’t disgust or aversion that slowed him, it was inexperience. He had no clue how to begin. Eyes closed in uncertainty, he skimmed his tongue down one hip and lower to a corded thigh. He decided simple was best and began with just a lick, flicking his tongue over the head. Softer than he imagined, the smooth skin floated across his tongue like warm ice cream. The familiar taste of Vivi barely masked the stronger, more pungent flavor of Cade. Several more swathes and he closed his lips around the top of Cade’s cock.

Cade bucked, gripped his shoulders and made encouraging noises, so Grant lightly sucked. The sound increased and he stopped thinking about technique. How could something so hard feel like satin? He let his tongue slip across the hot skin, lap at the flared crown, tease more sticky fluid from the tip. He liked this, liked feeling the tense muscles under him quiver because of his mouth, because of his palm stroking to meet his lips. He wanted to hear his name spill out, flavored with Southern twang and ecstasy. Warm and supple, Cade’s balls filled his hand with a comfortable weight. Massaging them tightened Cade’s clutch on his shoulders. He drew as much pleasure as he could from his friend, from his lover, giving every bit he could imagine.

“Oh, Grant.”

The rich sound of his name uttered in a rough, lust-tinged voice strummed a primal chord. Grant gagged when he tried to take Cade’s cock deeper. His stomach lurched and his throat clamped shut. Firming his tenacity, he tried again and gagged once more. He pulled away with a soft curse.