Is Three A Crowd? (16 page)

“I could give you a backrub, great for relaxing.” Blake ignored Nathan clearing his throat.

“I’ll take a rain check on that. Tonight I just want to forget about all of this.” When they reached the house, Shin waited on the front step.

“Good night, gentlemen. Thank you for your help.”

“Why not come to the house for breakfast, and we can get back to work after?” Nathan paused, glancing to Blake. “Does that work for you?”

“Yeah, it will work. I haven’t been able to concentrate on anything else lately.” He turned and smiled at Maris. “I’ve lost my muse these days, not able to paint a stroke worth keeping.”

She laughed at his tone. “I’m sorry, Blake. What will get your strokes back?” Maris understood her double meaning, but was shocked she’d come up with the sexual overtone.

Blake laughed aloud and hugged her tightly. “That’s getting more toward the Maris I remember. See you in the morning. I’m staying at the Chateau if you need anything.”

“I’ll be fine, both of you. Go home and get some sleep. I realize how I’ve screwed up your lives these past years, and I’ll not keep you waiting much longer.”

“Take as long as you need,” Nathan told her, pressing his lips to her forehead. She waited until both vehicles had pulled away before locking herself in. As she promised, a hot bath and bed were in her immediate future.

* * * *

Maris settled in the huge bed. It felt even bigger because she was alone. Punching her pillow, she pulled the covers up to her chin. Counting backwards from one thousand, she drifted off to sleep.

Maris woke with a start, sat up, and scanned the darkened room. There was no ambient light from outside, but the blue hue of the digital alarm clock acted as a night light. If asked, she would have sworn she was in the greenhouse, her hands braced on one of the planting tables with Nathan fucking her from behind. It was all so clear, she could remember each detail.

She’d been pruning the seedlings, telling him what each variety was and what the flower would look like, smell like, and when it would bloom. He’d joked about being more interested in her flower. Now, years later, she had a vivid memory of turning to him and resting her butt on the table edge, her legs wide apart. Her hands pulled her skirt up to her waist, an offering Nathan didn’t resist. He’d dropped to his knees before her and drew her panties down her legs. She smiled when she remembered him tossing them over his shoulder.

His lips lightly brushed against her pussy, over and over until she was wiggling forward to get the pressure she wanted. He’d taken her cue and used his large hands to pull her forward by her hips. His mouth covered her, his tongue slipping along her lower lips, taunting her before he finally pushed it inside her.

She sighed aloud in the empty bed as she had sighed that day. Maris knew her hands had gone to his shoulders, holding him to her as she asked for more. Nathan had released his grip on her hips, using one finger to slide along her folds, his tongue following. Soon he had buried that finger deep inside her. Again, she asked for more and he accommodated, slipping a second finger in her pussy. His fingers and mouth worked in conjunction until the pinpoint lights flickered on the inside of her closed eyelids. Her orgasm hadn’t been silent.

Maris knew they’d spoken, but couldn’t remember the words, only that they were wants for more. It was very clear in her mind how he’d pulled from her body and grasped her by the waist. He’d turned her around and pushed her forward. Maris knew she’d wiggled from his grasp and dropped before him, taking his cock from his pants and swallowing it. She knew she’d made love to his cock, using her teeth to tease his skin on each outward pull. She knew he’d groaned and pulled her upward. Turning her to lean on the table a second time, he’d pushed his erection deep in her already wet and needy pussy.

They’d fucked that way until she came, her hands clasping the table edge to balance her weight for each penetration. He’d leaned his body forward over her back and whispered how tight she was, how hard it was not to come inside her immediately. She knew he’d pulled out and her cry had been of anguish for the empty feeling. He’d dropped behind her and licked her, pussy to anus. Glancing over her shoulder, she’d watched his arm moving up and down as he stroked his cock while licking her. When he stood, he pushed his cock back in her pussy. One of his hands reached to her shoulder, holding her tight. The other slipped around her waist, holding her to his body. They moved in unison.

Maris remembered glancing up at the sky, watching the clouds move above the glass ceiling as he continued to fuck her. She knew she’d asked him to go harder and faster. In that instant, Maris remembered the shattering orgasm that made her body shudder, clasping Nathan’s cock so tight, he came within her walls. He’d relaxed his weight for just a bit before dropping behind her again and licking his cum from her pussy. His tongue made long passes on her thighs to catch each droplet. Then he’d risen behind her and grasped her by the waist, turning her until he met her lips with his, sharing both of their releases.

Maris licked her lips as if she could still taste their mingled juices on them. She let her right hand slip down under the covers, using her fingers to dance across her pussy. Her lips were puffy with need, and she didn’t hesitate to rub them, using her own moisture to ease her middle finger inside herself. Her orgasm came quickly, but it was small, just a jolt that left her more horny and needy than before. Pulling her hand from her body, she brought her finger to her lips and sucked it clean. Relaxed from her self-satisfaction, she dropped back onto the pillows and tried to go back to sleep. The image of Nathan on his knees before her licking and fingering her pussy made her smile. She remembered how large his cock was, how thick and long, how he stretched her inner walls with each inward push.

“My slim fingers aren’t near enough to get that same feeling,” she said aloud. She thought to get her glass dildo, but decided it, too, was slimmer than Nathan’s fingers or cock. Glancing to the side table, the clock read just after
two a.m.
Maris punched her pillow and settled back, hoping she’d sleep now.

Chapter Thirteen

Maris jolted upright in her bed, the sensations her body were feeling so acute, so real, she assumed she wasn’t alone. Blinking in the darkened room, she was able to focus somewhat, realizing she was alone. The clock told her it was just an hour later. Disappointment filled her immediately. This dream had felt just as real as her first one. Only Blake fucked her this time.

They were in his studio, she remembered, the one that he’d used when they first met. It was no more than a garage, but he’d made it work, leaving the metal door open to let in the light. They were in a secluded area, no other homes or building in sight. It was warm outside, and she wore only a T-shirt and shorts.

She had been sitting on a stool in front of a piece of black velvet material, hung from above as a backdrop. Blake had been sketching her face. They’d talked and laughed, his frown reminding her she wasn’t supposed to move when he drew. That had started their game.

Maris had a clear memory of tugging her shirt up over her head and off, tossing it to the floor. Blake’s eyes lit up, and he’d started toward her.

“Oh, no,” she’d said, “you’re supposed to be sketching.” She’d used her hands to lift her breasts, her fingertips tweaking her nipples to fullness.

“Oh, baby, you’re gonna make me come in my shorts.”

“Not while you’re sketching,” she’d told him and continued to massage her own breasts. While she wasn’t large, each breast was a handful, and she liked the feelings she was creating inside.

“Are you getting horny?” Blake asked, licking his lips with an inference to licking her.

“A little bit,” she’d teased and dropped her left hand to her crotch. “My pussy is damp,” she’d continued, one hand palming her breast while the other rubbed along her clit through the material.

“Maris, I can’t concentrate.”

“No wonder, look how hard your cock is.” She’d licked her lips and stood. Turning her back to him, she’d undone her shorts and let them drop to the floor, lifting each foot in turn to kick them away.

Maris knew in this reincarnation of her life, she’d never have the guts to do something so bold. She only owned white undies now, not a single black thong like the one she wore that day. Turning back to face Blake, she again started pinching her nipples and stroking her clit through the thin black silk. When he paused to shift his erection in his shorts, she let her finger slip under the material, pulling it aside to reveal her completely shaved pussy. Never in this life would she think to shave herself down there. She trimmed a bit but never shaved it. Just the idea gave her a thrill, and she began to wonder if it felt different against material. That was a memory she couldn’t retrieve.

Maris knew she’d been the one to leave her spot and drop before Blake. She’d taken his cock from his shorts and teased him with her tongue and lips, her mouth forming a tight seal around him as she sucked him deeper down her throat.

Blake had groaned and whispered she’d make him come. She continued to suck him until she tasted his droplets of pre-cum. While she’d swallowed him, she continued to use her other hand against her clit. She’d come rubbing herself while Blake emptied down her throat. She licked him clean and went back to the stool, sitting as he’d posed her. His shorts were still on his hips, his cock exposed. She was naked except for the thong that was now pushed between her pussy lips. Maris continued to stroke her pussy and clit as Blake continued to sketch her, his cock still slick from her saliva and his cum.

She’d used her own fingers to pull the sodden material from her lower lips and plunged her finger inside her. Blake had broken out in a sweat and dropped his charcoal. He approached her with an evil grin on his lips, dropping down to lick her several times before standing and replacing her finger with his. He attached his mouth to her nipple and used his fingers to make her come. When he released her, he quickly moved away, returning with a wood handled paintbrush. The handle was about four inches long, thick but tapered in the center. It had a glossy red finish. The brush side was short but thick, one he used to rough in background colors.

“Are you game for some fun?” he’d asked, in between kissing her mouth, neck, and tits.

“What do you have in mind?” Maris knew in this day she’d never strip before him like that or use her own hands for pleasure. With a jolt, she remembered him sucking the brush handle between his lips before he lowered before her. His fingers pulled the material of her thong away from her pussy and gently replaced it with the handle of the brush. Maris had let him fuck her with the handle of it while he sucked her tits, making her come harder than ever before. She’d groaned with disappointment when he slid it from her pussy.

Maybe it was the setting or the forbidden brush handle she’d allowed him to use on her. Maybe it was the dare that he tossed at her. “Let me sketch you, don’t move.”

He’d repositioned her on the stool, tearing her thong from her body and tossing it at her feet. He’d licked her thighs and pussy, using his hands to push her legs far apart, her butt balancing on the stool. He took the brush and gently pushed it back in her pussy and took her right hand to cup her breast.

“Don’t move, Maris. Just don’t move.”

“Don’t move my position or don’t fuck myself with the brush handle?”

“Both,” he’d answered, intent on the canvas before him. She did stay basically in place, but didn’t resist the urge to tweak her nipple or slowly stroke the brush handle in and out of her body. “You’ll make me come in my shorts, Maris, I’m almost done.”

“You’re shorts are hardly on, Blake, but I can see your cock getting hard again. Want me to suck it, or are you going to fuck me?”

She continued to play with herself for a bit before he tossed the charcoal to the floor and walked before her. He slid the brush handle from her and replaced it with his erection. He stroked her only a few times before pulling from her body. He pushed his shorts down and off and grabbed her around the waist, carrying her to the small sofa where she’d left her purse.

He dropped her playfully on to it and kneeled beside her, sucking her tits while his fingers invaded her body. Maris had writhed under his touch. He inched forward and she’d managed to grab his cock, pumping him with the same rhythm he used to finger fuck her. When he added a second finger, she adjusted to the intrusion. When he added a third, she’d grasped his cock harder, pumping him until he came on her tits. Leaning forward, he’d licked his cum from her while continuing to use his fingers inside her. She came when he latched onto her nipple and shifted his fingers in her pussy.

Maris knew, even after all this time, it was one of the most erotic things she’d ever done. Even now, just thinking about it made her pussy wet. Her nipples were hard and tingling. She knew it was silly, but she glanced around the darkened room just to make sure she was alone.