Naughty Wishes 4: Soul (5 page)

Geoff slid his hand down Chris’s taut back. Perhaps it was the strain in those bunched muscles that made him draw back, though he kept Chris’s wrist in a pin. “Or maybe you want me to let you up, yard boy. What’s it going to be?”

No.
She really didn’t want them to stop what they were doing. Her savage desire to see the two of them together overrode everything, except Geoff’s clear intent to make sure Chris was okay with this. She could help with that.

Sam drew her hand from beneath Chris’s and molded his fingers over the edge. As he let her guide him, his attention fixed on her face. If every thought and emotion had an energy vibration as some people thought, she expected there was an amazing pattern happening around Chris, tangling with hers and Geoff’s in a way that was thrilling, unpredictable and arousing, all at once.

She slid her fingertips over his callused knuckles, the many tiny scars he’d accumulated from what he did for a living. Putting his hand inside a thicket of roses, or stripping out thorny vines so other things could breathe and live. Rising on her knees, she pressed her lips against his fingers, laving those small scars with her tongue. Chris let out a choked breath.

Geoff leaned over him, pushing Chris’s hair off his neck to put his open mouth on it as his other hand slid down over Chris’s ass once more. “I’m going to let your other hand go, but you give it to Sam.”

As he released Chris’s wrist from the twisted hold, she saw Geoff was ready if Chris chose to be combative. Why the idea of that made her so hot, she didn’t know, but she was getting an idea of why people liked to watch underground fights. They might get far more female attendees if the two men in question ended up like this instead of bloody.

“When you were working in our yard and staring at her, thinking about what it would be like to taste her skin, touch her breasts, feast on her cunt, fuck it, you didn’t know you’d end up having to take care of my needs, too, did you?” Geoff’s tone went sinister, pulling Sam deeper into the fantasy they were weaving. “But now that I’m handling you, you get it. If she hadn’t drained your cock dry, it would be sitting up for me, wouldn’t it?”

Chris let out an oath as Geoff’s knee shifted again against his vulnerable testicles. “Yeah.”

That one rough word was coupled with a flick of his lashes as he stared at the table again. He wouldn’t meet Sam’s gaze. Sam trailed her knuckles down his face, bringing his attention back to her. “Say it again,” she whispered. “Please. Let us know you’re okay.”

Geoff’s gaze glittered in approval, a reaction she registered without lifting her eyes from Chris. His brown eyes were like bright pennies in a fire.

Chris’s expression eased as he focused on her face, saw what she hoped he’d see. Love, passion, arousal. “Yeah,” he repeated. “Yes.”

“Hmm,” Geoff grunted. “Not as pretty as her
Yes sir
, but I’ll take it. The way you’ll take this.”

Gripping his cock, Geoff adjusted in a way that told her he was guiding himself into Chris’s ass. Sam watched wide-eyed as Chris’s body rippled, the muscles of his face tightening in reaction. The first time she’d seen them kiss had been explosive enough. To see them fuck in front of her made her go quiet as a mouse, as if one tiny movement might deprive her of the opportunity.

“I’d already lubed up while Sam was going down on you, but I think her come makes me even more slippery. And you like knowing my cock has her juices on it. Right, Chris?”

Chris’s gaze came back to her. “Yeah.” She heard different nuances every time he uttered the single word, and she clung to each meaning, cherishing all of it.

“There’s my boy. Christ, I love being inside you.” Geoff’s voice softened. He pressed in deep, putting both hands on Chris’s hips, and Chris groaned. Geoff’s eyes closed at the sensation, both men suddenly like statues, caught in the center of a volatile whirlpool, emotions and arousal churning in a vortex caused by the joining of their bodies.

Leaning down, Geoff spoke into Chris’s ear, his tone a rough threat. “Next time you’re out in the yard, and you see her in one of her pretty, thin dresses, no panties and no bra, so all you can think about is sucking on those cherry nipples or eating her pussy, are you going to stare at her like you did today? Let your dick get disgracefully hard, even though you know she belongs to me?”

Chris drew in a breath as Geoff punctuated the comment with a deeper thrust. “Hell yeah,” he muttered. “Every damn time.”

Geoff grinned, a baring of teeth. “That’s what I thought. Your head’s as hard as your dick.” He seized Chris’s hair and jerked his head back, startling Sam. Chris snarled another oath, fingers whitening on the table edge. “And why will you do that, Chris?” Geoff demanded.

Chris’s gaze met Sam’s. “Because she’s mine, too.”

“That’s right.” Geoff’s fingers relaxed. “Exactly right.”

As Sam let out an unconsciously held breath, Geoff stroked Chris’s hair, moving down the valley of his spine. He pressed his mouth between Chris’s shoulder blades as his hips lifted and fell. The rhythm moved the table beneath her touch, causing a scraping noise against the linoleum. Chris’s fingers flexed again, responding to every thrust.

She couldn’t help herself. She was up off her heels, pressing soft kisses to his parted lips, capturing his panting breaths, her lips moving to his eyes, his cheeks, fingers sliding into his hair over Geoff’s.

Geoff closed his eyes then as if turning his focus inward, slowing things down. He settled into an even slower in-and-out motion. It looked as if he was pressing in deep as he could on each thrust, holding a beat before slowly pulling back and then doing the same thing over again. Sam wished they had a mirror on the wall of the kitchen. She’d like to be behind Geoff, watching his ass flex and pump as he thrust into Chris. But she was equally mesmerized by the look on Chris’s face. His arousal had gone subterranean, deep inside him, and she understood that soul-level response, a reaction far beyond words.

Role-playing was done. Kissing Chris’s hand again, she played her tongue over each of his fingers. She lifted off her heels, intending once again to lean over the table between his spread hands and put her lips against his, swallow those appealing quiet grunts. Several inches from her goal, she stopped and looked up at Geoff, remembering herself.

“May I kiss him?”

Chris’s expression suggested he had a mixed reaction to her decision to defer to Geoff, but disagreement wasn’t part of that response.

“You may. If you apologize for not asking the first time.”

Despite his admonishment, Geoff showed his approval for her taking that initiative. It shot warmth through her core. Perhaps one of the best things about all of this was that they were exploring it together, so many moments new for each of them.

“Yes sir. I’m sorry for not asking before.”

“Apology accepted.”

She stretched out over the table, her breasts pressing between Chris’s elbows, and touched her mouth to his. Lifting one hand from the table edge, Chris gripped the side of her head, fingers overlapping jaw, nape and throat to hold her fast. He might be under Geoff’s command, but he left no doubt she was under both of theirs. He parted her lips and invaded her mouth with his lashing tongue, letting her feel the storm Geoff was creating inside him. She became part of their rise-and-fall movement as he held her, the table trembling and squeaking beneath them. She felt Geoff’s every thrust in her own womb.

Chris broke the kiss, moving to her throat, her shoulder, and put his teeth there, an erotic claiming as Geoff reached under him to work Chris’s cock. “God, you feel so fucking good . . .” Geoff muttered.

When Geoff started to come, Chris’s teeth dug into her shoulder, his breath rasping against her as she wound her arms over his taut shoulders. Then harsh groans spilled from him, along with his seed. His climax was so violent it splattered on the linoleum, some of it baptizing her knees. She laid her head on Chris’s shoulder, holding on to both of them by holding on to one.

Geoff kept emphasizing she was theirs, which she loved, but in truth, it worked in every direction. They were all hers as well.

Geoff slowed, breathing deep. He put his palm on Chris’s back, then moved his touch to Sam’s head, a caress for them both. “Let’s move into the living room. Someone call nine-one-one to get us there,” he added.

“You know, there may be a logical reason that threesomes are not the norm,” Chris said, his voice muffled in Sam’s shoulder. “Like the limits of physical endurance.”

Geoff chuckled and helped him up. Sam reluctantly slid her arms from around Chris’s shoulders. Geoff wrapped his own around the broader man, steadying them both. “I’m looking at it as a new exercise regimen,” Geoff said. “It takes time to build up to it, but once you do, you’ll just want more.”

“You’re the running addict. Like a rabbit,” Chris pointed out. “I’m the manual laborer, the turtle. Slow and steady wins the race.”

“Slow and steady has no cardio endurance.”

“Only for sprinting. You whine like a girl whenever you pitch in with Esteban’s crew for extra money and do half a day’s work.”

“Like a girl?” Sam protested. Chris tossed her a logy look.

“Give me a break. I don’t have the brain cells for a PC analogy.” Chris sobered then, his gaze coursing over her. She had her arms crossed on the surface of the table, her chin propped on them as she watched their every move together with fascinated eyes. “Did you like watching that?” he asked roughly.

“Yes. I’ve fantasized about a whole lot more than just you two kissing.”

It was clear he’d worried she’d think him weak, letting Geoff take him like that. The power exchange between them was still a work in process.

She didn’t mind having a front-row seat to seeing that happen, but she had some worries about it. That Geoff was a Dom, there was no question. Chris could exercise Dom tendencies, but he wasn’t a Master like Geoff was. He also wasn’t a submissive like her, eager to surrender to the two men she loved and trusted.

As Geoff let the need to dominate seize him, would he pull Chris into the same submissive mix indiscriminately? If he did, would that cause problems between the two men? When he first put Chris down on the table, she’d sensed that possibility. She wasn’t sure if it had fit Chris’s desires entirely, but he hadn’t resisted Geoff too strenuously, either. He might have, except for her putting her hands on him. So had she helped or hindered Chris’s true desires by doing that?

She had no immediate answers, so she had to put her faith in two truths. Geoff cared for them both, enough that he would draw back if needed. And Chris had a far more stubborn will than most people realized, until they ran up against it.

“See? It’s her fault, her and her fantasies.” Geoff brought her back with the outrageous comment. He squeezed Chris’s shoulder. “Her active female imagination is going to kill us. Living room. My knees aren’t going to hold me up much longer.”

“Want me to carry you?” Chris tipped his head, his expression a little easier now.

“As if you could.” Geoff bent, picked up Chris’s pants and tossed them at him as he pulled his own jeans back up. He gave Chris the room to do the same, though Sam noticed Geoff stayed close enough so he could steady his friend if needed. Once he was sure Chris had his balance, Geoff came around the table, offered her a hand to help her off her knees. As he ran a light hand down her hair and her back, her Master gave her an assessing
Are you okay?
look.

She smiled to reassure both him and herself. No matter how sappy it was, she did believe love was strong enough to work its way through anything. Since she was fiercely in love with both of them, she was armed and ready for whatever came their way.

As soon as they all had another nap. And some form of carbs. Preferably those cookies she’d been too worn-out to eat last night. If Chris had left her any.

***

“Here. Take these.” Flo put two Aleve and a Dove dark chocolate bite in its bright red wrapper on Sam’s desk, next to her open can of Diet Coke. “You’re moving like you’re ninety.”

“I think I wept during Downward Dog at yoga this morning,” Sam confessed. She wagged a finger at Flo. “Do not smirk.”

“Don’t give me orders, little sub.” Flo flicked Sam’s ear with her long nails, but she softened it with a light touch on Sam’s hair. Then she smirked. “So things went as planned after I dropped you off?”

“Yes. But I’m having to rethink the plan. I wanted to get them on the same page, feeling comfortable with all of us . . . being together.” Out of habit, Sam glanced toward her office door, making sure none of their other coworkers were wandering by to hear their assistant manager discussing her sex life. “Apparently, them being on the same page means they’re happy doing it one-on-one
and
as a threesome. They’re insatiable.”

“They’re men. Handsome, powerful young men at their sexual peak.” Flo shuddered. “You poor thing.”

“Your sympathy is bringing tears to my eyes. Again. I think the plan is out of my hands now.”

“Then all is as it should be,” Flo intoned, and dodged her jabbing elbow. “I’ve got to get back to my desk. Take the painkiller and chocolate to get you through the rest of Monday.”

As Flo retreated, chuckling, Sam tossed back the Aleve and chased them with a swallow of Diet Coke. Unwrapping the Dove bite, she placed the smooth chocolate on her tongue, her lips curving slightly at the taste and . . . well, everything. Despite Flo’s teasing and her own complaints, she wouldn’t have traded a moment of her weekend. And yet . . .

She stared sightlessly at the screen as her mind dove backward into all the amazing experiences they’d shared over the past forty-eight hours. Geoff’s intent gaze, Chris’s hands sliding over her skin, them inside her, around her . . . It had been the erotic bliss she’d fantasized about for months. Glancing down at her hands, she turned them upward, staring at her palms. They looked so empty, as if she needed to be holding onto Geoff and Chris physically to be . . . right. She shook her head, trying to get rid of the feeling. She’d had it several times this past weekend, but it kept coming back. She thought Geoff had picked up on it once or twice, giving her odd looks, but he’d left it alone and she hadn’t wanted to talk about it. She hadn’t wanted to ruin anything with some weirdness she couldn’t define.