Moonshine For Three (3 page)

Robert kneels in front of us. He slides his wife's long, black glove off. Then the other. She reaches back and slides her hand around the back of my head as Robert pushes her knees apart. All the way apart, one hooked over my left leg and one over my right, and she moans and squirms, grasping my hair.

Then he disappears. She gasps, and my eyes roll back because I know damn well the things Robert's mouth is capable of. If he can turn a grown man—if we could call ourselves that back then—inside out with his lips and tongue, it's no surprise he can make her shake like this.

I can't begin to say what arouses me the most. Her bottom rubbing against my cock while her fingers grip my hair? Her whimpers and moans and gasps? Or his palm on the back of my leg, sliding up and down, and his occasional deep, quiet groan?

A violent shudder shakes her on my lap, and she claps her other hand over her mouth to muffle what would have been a loud, breathless moan. Her body writhes against mine, rubbing her against my cock and getting her neck so close to my mouth, I can't resist kissing her skin. She shivers. Presses harder against me. Below us, Robert curses softly, and Alice sounds like she's on the verge of tears. Her nails bite into my scalp, so I nip the side of her neck, and she grinds against me.

Her breathing quickens. Shallows. Her grasp on my hair tightens. The hand over her mouth drops out of sight, but she barely makes a sound.

Then her body tenses. Her back arches. With the way she's shaking violently and whimpering helplessly, I'm about to go over the edge with her, and I clench my bound hands into tight fists as I try to keep myself from climaxing too.

She shudders one more time, and relaxes. God, she's liquid warmth against my body, quivering and panting.

"Robbie," she whispers.

He sits back, and I curse under my breath as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Robbie, kiss him." She lifts herself off me and stands on wobbling legs. "Kiss him, baby." She grabs onto one of the shelves for support. "Let me see… let me see you kiss him."

Robbie grins at her. Then he stands, leans over me, and the instant our lips meet, his kiss is everything I remembered it to be: almost angry in its fierceness, and somehow still tender, just as it always was back then, and has been every night while I've slept. And this time it's sweetened by Alice's cunt. Ain't any wonder I've never been satisfied with any man since him—not when he kisses me like this.

A soft whimper gives Robert pause, and when he breaks the kiss, we both turn toward Alice.

She leans up against the locked hatch. Hair mussed, makeup smeared, only her brassiere, stockings, and garter still on, and her hand is over that patch of auburn hair, tucked between those long, milky legs, and working furiously at her pussy.

Robert sits back on his heels. "You need to be fucked, don't you, darling?"

She closes her eyes and shudders. Biting her lip, she nods.

He turns to me again and whispers, "Do you want to fuck her?"

I lick my lips. "What?"

"My wife." He kisses me again. "Do you want to fuck her?"

He could punch me, he could shoot me, he could throw me overboard, but with his kiss on my tongue and his hand on my trousers, all I can say is, "Yes."

Robert kisses me again. Hard. He squeezes my cock, then starts undoing my pants, and I groan with frustration because I can't touch him. The ropes are too tight, too strong. Nothing I can do except grasp empty air.

His warm hand closes around me.

I swear under my breath and let my head fall back. He strokes me. Squeezes me. Drives me crazy the way he's always loved to.

Movement in front of me. A hand on my leg. Then another.

One hand leaves my cock. A second later, a finer, cooler one takes its place, and I look down to see Alice grinning up at me. She leans forward with her lips apart, but hesitates.

She sits back and shifts the grin toward her husband. "Show me how he likes it, Robbie."

My eyes roll back and I groan just thinking about his mouth on me.

And I don't have to just think about it, because they're both kneeling now, and their hands are on me, and I can't tell his mouth from hers. Only when her smooth chin grazes my skin, or his stubbled jaw brushes my flesh or my clothes. One tongue teases, then the other. Lips all the way around and down to the base. Again. God Almighty, I've never been so aroused and aggravated at the same time.

Robert's low, gravelly voice barely makes it to me: "Sit on his lap again."

She stands. I can't breathe. Can't think. Can't do anything except let the world spin around and around my head, and I'm helpless, immobile, on the brink of losing my mind as Alice lowers herself onto me like she did before, back to me and legs apart. I silently beg God and anyone else who'll listen to let me last long enough to even get inside her.

Her cunt is hot and wet, and she slides it back and forth on my cock, but I'm not in her yet. I try to move my hips. Try to get into her so she can ride me and I can fuck her, but I can't, not like this.

"Not yet, sweetheart," she teases, glancing over her shoulder at me.

I don't get a chance to protest before Robert kneels in front of us again, just like he did earlier.

And then his mouth is on me. Holy shit. Her cunt, his mouth, both hot and wet and sliding up and down. She whimpers and wriggles against me. He groans, and I feel it, and I don't know if I want to fuck her or force my cock all the way into his magic goddamned mouth.

I can't move. My arms and my legs, they're bound to the chair, but I'm not sure I could move even if I wasn't tied.

His mouth isn't there anymore. Then Alice does something with her hips, and next thing I know, I'm all the way in her, and she's so tight and so wet and so hot. Just moving slow like this, taking me an inch at a time, she's making my eyes water.

"Christ…" I bite my lip and try to thrust up into her. "Oh, sweet Jesus…"

"Like the way she feels, Paul?" Robert growls, and his wife and I both moan.

He stands and puts his hands on my shoulders and leans in to kiss Alice. I can't see their mouths moving together, just the way her head tilts and his brow furrows. He kneads my shoulders. She rises and falls painfully slowly on my cock. I'm so far into heaven, I can't believe I'm still alive.

Then he looks at me. Looks right at me. He's got that glazed look he always used to get, and his pupils are wide. And he's kissing his wife. Kissing his wife whose tight, wet cunt I'm buried in.

One of his hands leaves my shoulder. It's between him and Alice now, and then she moans into her husband's kiss in the same moment she gets so, so damned tight.

And I can't do a thing except watch them. And sit completely still while he touches her, and she rides me.

Then Robert breaks the kiss and pushes her hips down. She's got every inch of me inside her, but she's not moving. Neither of us can move while Robert's got us held down like this.

"Alice," Robert says, breathing hard, "get on your knees for him."

She whimpers, and when he lets her go, she slowly rises off me. I bite my lip to keep from groaning with frustration; God Almighty, I want to be back inside that gorgeous woman. I want to come—in her, in him, I don't give a damn—before I lose my mind.

She starts to kneel, but pauses. Panting as hard as her husband and me, she says, "We need more space, Robbie."

"Hmm, yes." He nods. "That we do."

They look at each other. They've got that telepathy thing me and him used to have, because neither one says a thing, but then they both nod like they each know just what's on the other's mind.

Alice goes to work on the ropes around my ankles. Robert rifles around on the shelves above me, and comes back with a big gray blanket. He hands the blanket to her, and then he finishes untying me while she wraps the blanket around herself. They collect her rumpled clothes while I shake my hands a few times to get blood back into my fingers. Then I fix my trousers and stand.

"Here." Robert shoves her dress and underthings into my hands. While I hold her clothing, he picks up the moonshine and the glasses.

Alice takes the guns; both of mine and also Robert's. Guess it's safer that way, but I don't think no one's going to be getting shot any time soon.

Robert leans out of the hatch and looks to the left, the right, the left again. He motions for us to follow him. All three of us hurry down the passageway. The weather's rocking the boat hard, but that's probably not the only reason Alice and I each brush the bulkhead with a shoulder, a hand, a hip, from time to time. Robert, too.

He pushes open another hatch and gestures for us both to go inside. Then he looks around again before joining us.

The hatch is barely shut, and not even latched, before Alice shrugs off the blanket. She sets the holsters on it, and she reaches for me. Hands on both sides of my neck, one leg hooked around my waist, she kisses me, and it's a wild, feverish kiss. She's one of those girls, the kind who just wants more and more, and it'll probably be dawn before we're finished with her.

Alice whimpers. Squirms against me.

A hand slides between us. Without breaking away from her hungry mouth, I open my eyes. Robert's behind her, kissing his way up and down that beautiful neck. He's got a handful of her breast, and he's kneading it while she wriggles between us.

"Bed," she chokes out between kisses. "Please."

"I do so love the way you think, darling." Robert's his voice borders on a groan, and when our eyes meet, his grin makes me shiver. "To the bed, indeed."

The stateroom is small for a bedroom, but big for a ship. The bed's barely bigger than the cot I sleep on each night, but we fit. Robert's between us. He's facing her, a hand over one of her breasts, and I'm like I never thought I would be again: up against him, skin to skin, with my mouth on his neck and my free hand all over him. My cock is so hard I can't think straight, and I'm aching to fuck him. God, it's been so long…

I suck two fingers into my mouth at the same time I press my knee against the back of his thigh. He moves his leg forward, hooking it over Alice's, and his whole body quivers when I slide my hand between his legs, then slip a moistened finger into the cleft of his ass..

Robert groans. "Oh God, please—"

Alice cuts him off with a kiss. He kisses her violently, hungrily, desperately, and as I press my fingertip into him, he moans against her lips. I slide my finger deeper, withdraw it, slide it in again.

"Remember the way we used to do this?" I whisper in his ear. "When I used to make you beg before I'd—"

"Paul, oh my God…" Robert's back arches off me. He presses against Alice, and shivers between us. "Please, I want… I want…"

"I know you do." I nip his shoulder as I add a second finger. "What do you think, Alice?"

Alice whimpers and bites her lower lip, but says nothing. Then I realize her hips are moving, and so is Robert's arm. His hand is between her legs, and they both move in time with my hand as I slide my fingers in and out of him.

"Fuck her," I growl in his ear, and press my fingers deeper. "Fuck her, and I'm going to fuck you."

Robert makes a quiet, strangled sound.

"Please, baby," Alice pleads.

"You want that?" he asks in that low, gravelly voice. "Want me to fuck—"

"Please, Robbie,
please
."

"You heard the lady." I slide my fingers free. "You gonna disappoint her?"

"Absolutely not." Robert gets up so Alice can move to the middle of the bed, and then he's on top of her. She parts her long, gorgeous legs for him. I just about groan myself, watching him take that first stroke, because I know what it feels like to fuck her, and I know what it feels like to be fucked by him.

I spit on my hand and rub it onto my cock. A little more, just to be sure.

Then I'm behind him. For the first time in so damned long, I'm behind him, and as he leans over her, I press into him. I work myself into him, the whole time hoping I don't end this before it's started, because I've waited too long. I need to savor him. Them. All of this.

He takes me easily, and I rub on some more spit before I start moving fast, the way I know he wants me to. He follows my lead and fucks Alice the same way, thrusting into her just like I'm thrusting into him.

She rakes her nails down his back. He shudders, and he tightens around me, and I fuck him harder, and when she scratches him again, me and him both groan.

Robert lowers himself over her and kisses her. His back and shoulders quiver, and God knows if it's from the way he's moving in Alice or the way I'm moving in him.

Her hand drifts up from his neck, pale fingers and red nails pushing apart his dark hair. She holds him just like that, cradling the back of his head, and she's whispering in his ear. Don't know what she's saying, but her voice jumps to a soft yelp every time her husband takes a hard, eager thrust into her cunt after I've taken a hard, eager thrust into his ass.

Alice rolls her hips. I fuck Robert even faster. He's shaking, moaning, swearing. He buries his head beside her neck, and she sinks her teeth into his shoulder, and I'm almost a goner because he's making that sound, that helpless half-sob, half-groan that means he's almost there.