Rhythm of Three (Rule of Three) (4 page)

She spared a brief thought for the dishes on the table and in the sink. That they should be practical and clean up before they had hot, dirty sex. Apparently the important discussions they needed to have were also being postponed. But the heat coursing through her veins, the lust pulsing inside her, overrode sensible and responsible.

They walked into the bedroom and her heart halted briefly at seeing Dag lying naked on the bed. He lay on one side, elbow in the mattress, head in his hand, his other hand stroking his enormous erection.

God, he was beautiful, long, lean muscles and tanned skin, dark hair on his thighs and chest, denser at the root of his cock. His freakin’ huge cock.

Her heart resumed beating in a rapid rhythm and liquid heat pooled between her legs.

“You get naked too,” Chris told her, and she quickly stripped off her T-shirt and shorts, panties and bra. Chris did the same, with slower, deliberate motions.

She admired him too, his bulkier muscles, the golden hair on his arms and legs. He rounded the bed to the far side—
his
side, which made her smile—and set one knee on the mattress. He gestured to the bed on the other side of Dag, and she hurried over to climb on. She sat on the edge of the bed, her butt to her calves, hands on her thighs, waiting for further instruction from Chris.

“Fuck, Dag,” Chris breathed, studying him. It seemed he wanted to say more, but didn’t, and a moment passed as he let his gaze roam over Dag’s body.

“He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?” Kassidy said softly.

“Yeah. Wanna explore every inch of you,” Chris continued. A shiver ran over Kassidy’s skin. “Kassidy and I are gonna do that.” His gaze flickered to hers and she nodded. “Kiss him.”

She obeyed him without question, leaning forward to touch her lips to Dag’s. He opened to her immediately, his lips firm and hot, his tongue brushing over her bottom lip. “Mmm.”

She drew back and then Chris took his turn, bending to kiss Dag too, and when their mouths met, a surge of red-hot lust burned inside her. She watched with almost unbearable delight as they kissed, their tongues sweeping together, eyes closed, Dag’s long, dark eyelashes like fans on his cheekbones.

Heat burned beneath her skin as she watched them, then she couldn’t resist touching, stroking one hand up Dag’s hard, hairy thigh.

Chris moved his mouth away from Dag’s, kissing Dag’s jaw, his neck, his shoulder. He brought his hands into action, rubbing them over Dag’s chest, his nipples, making Dag suck in a sharp breath. “Like that?” Chris asked.

“Fuck yeah.”

“Kassidy’s gonna suck you,” Chris said.

Kassidy smiled, only too happy to participate. She glanced up at Dag, met his gaze, slicked her tongue over her bottom lip. His eyes had darkened to near black, color riding his cheekbones.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “Suck my cock, Kass. Suck it good.”

She shifted herself closer. Dag still stroked himself, and he held his shaft upright, offering it to her. She paused for a moment to take in the visual. He had a beautiful cock, definitely well endowed, the head smooth with a defined ridge. As he slowly pumped his hand up and down, she took in the thick veins and the glisten of fluid at the very tip. Her mouth watered, and she closed her eyes and lowered her mouth to taste him.

His essence filled her senses—the taste of him, the scent of him. He released his cock and she took over, closing the fingers of one hand around the base. It pulsed hot against her hand as she swirled her tongue over the tip, lips circling him. Her other hand slipped between his thighs, which he widened to accommodate her.

His skin was hot and damp there, the skin of his inner thighs and his balls thin and tender. She cupped him gently, gave a strong suck, then released him. He needed to be wetter, slipperier, and she spent a moment licking him all over, up and down and around until her hand slid more easily on him. Then she took him in her mouth again, now able to glide her lips lower.

Dag was huge and she already knew there was no hope of taking him very deep, but she also knew he liked whatever she gave him.

She flicked her eyes upward to catch glimpses of Chris kissing Dag’s chest, then sucking on his nipples. When he did that, Dag’s balls tightened and his cock twitched in her mouth. She smiled around his thick length, loving the reaction, loving that Chris was doing this.

When Dag reached for Chris, Chris grabbed Dag’s arms and shoved them up over his head, licking over Dag’s chest, then stroking his tongue over the inside of his upper arms. Dag groaned, head turned on the pillow, eyes closed. Chris skated his hands up Dag’s sides, all the way up his arms, ending by giving Dag’s mouth a hard kiss, then doing it again, and again.

Kassidy’s eyes drifted closed again. Sounds of pleasure filled the room, Kassidy’s murmurs of enjoyment, Dag’s groans of pleasure and Chris’s grunts of happiness. She got lost in all the sensations, the sounds, the clean male taste of Dag, the feel of his cock so heavy and smooth in her mouth, the tightness of his balls. Her head swam with dizziness, her body on fire, a hard, insistent pulse between her legs.

“C’mere, Kass,” Chris whispered, reaching for her. Kassidy lifted her head with one last suck, still holding Dag’s shaft, mouth wet, breathing heavily, and above Dag, she and Chris kissed. When she drew back, he said, “I can taste him on you.”

She gave him a look from beneath her eyelashes. “D’you like that?”

She wanted him to suck Dag too, but apparently that wasn’t the plan just then.

“Yeah. I do. Let’s play with his ass. Roll over, Dag.”

Heat flashed in her belly again as the two of them moved and Dag stretched out on his belly, adjusting himself by shoving a hand underneath himself, which made her nipples tingle and burn. They stroked Dag’s back, his ass, the backs of his thighs, admiring him with their hands and their eyes. Kassidy bent to place openmouthed kisses on the small of his back, one on each of the indentations there, then she licked lower and nipped his buttock with her lips. His body jerked.

Chris did the same, exploring with hands and lips and tongue. He’d never done this before, had probably never realized or acknowledged that he wanted to, and she sensed his rising excitement and delight. He parted Dag’s thighs, stroked between his cheeks, brushed his fingers over Dag’s balls. With an expression of curiosity and wonder, he leaned in closer, thumbs separating Dag’s flesh, studying him, rubbing over Dag’s anus. Again, Dag’s body twitched and a low sound rumbled from his chest. “Oh yeah,” he muttered.

Then Chris groaned and crawled up the bed and fell down beside Dag on his belly. “Want you to fuck me,” he whispered to Dag.

“Yeah? You want that again?”

“Yeah.”

Dag pushed up to his knees and straddled Chris, who still lay facedown. Without being asked, Kassidy leaned back and reached for the bottle of lube on the table beside the bed. Her eyes met Dag’s as she handed it to him, and he gave her a smile of gratitude.

He squeezed the lube onto his fingers then slid them up and down between Chris’s cheeks. Chris made another hoarse sound of pleasure.

“Fuck,” Dag muttered. Kassidy’s gaze dropped to his cock, swollen and ridged with veins. He used his slick hand to stroke himself, then drizzled more of the lubrication onto his shaft. “So glad we agreed no more condoms.”

Chris and Kassidy had done away with condoms a long time ago, and Dag had been tested and hadn’t been with anyone but Kassidy since then.

“Do it,” Chris groaned. “For fuck’s sake, I’m coming out of my skin.
Do it.
”

Kassidy’s eyes met Dag’s again, catching the gleam of amusement there before he moved between Chris’s thighs. Kassidy licked her lips, laid her hands on Chris’s cheeks to help part them for Dag and watched as gorgeous agony tightened his face. He rubbed the head of his cock over Chris’s puckered entrance then sucked in a big breath of air as he pushed inside.

“Christ,” he whispered. “Jesus Christ.”

Acting on instinct, Kassidy moved closer to Chris, rubbing his back. He made more sounds, wordless sounds that could have been pain, or maybe were ecstasy.

“Fuck,” Dag whispered again. “Tight. So fuckin’ tight.” He began to move. Kassidy watched as his shaft slid in and out of Chris, amazed at the beauty of it. She leaned down to kiss Chris’s shoulder as Dag clasped his hips, picking up his pace. “Not gonna last,” he gasped. “Close…Jesus…fuck…”

He yanked Chris’s hips higher and Chris pushed back into his strokes, sliding a hand down between his legs to find his cock. “Fuck, me too,” he mumbled. “Oh…there it is…goddamn.” His body shuddered through his orgasm and then Dag came too, his face taut, hands gripping Chris’s hips. Kassidy continued to watch in awe and excitement, her chest full of emotion, absorbing every tremor of Chris’s body, listening to his growls of pleasure.

She pressed her cheek to his shoulder. “I love you,” she whispered.

His body heaved—his skin was damp against hers—and he let out a groan. “Love you too, Kass. And Dag. Love you.”

“Fuck, man.” Dag’s voice was hoarse. “Love you too.”

Kassidy’s nose stung and liquid gathered in the corners of her eyes. She pressed another kiss to Chris’s shoulder.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured. “Gotta look after you too.”

She smiled and slid her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. “I know.”

His body shook with silent laughter. The bed bounced as Dag fell down on the other side of Chris. He set his hand on Chris’s back again, and Kassidy covered it with her own. They lay there for a while like that, then Kassidy rolled to her back and slid a hand down to her aching pussy. God, she needed to come. Her breasts felt swollen and heavy, and she pulsed against her own palm.

With slow strokes she circled her clit, slicking up her arousal.
Mmmm
.

“Kass,” Chris muttered. “Wait.”

“It’s okay.” She languidly stroked herself.

Dag knifed up off the bed and with fast, sure moves had her centered beneath him, his big hands pressing her thighs apart then sliding beneath her butt to lift her pussy to his face. “Gonna eat you,” he muttered. “Taste that sweet pussy.” He licked at her. “Kass, babe, you’re so fucking wet.”

“I know,” she moaned, shivering in delight at the touch of his tongue on her sensitive flesh. “I know. I’m aching. Watching you guys…that was so beautiful. And so hot.”

“Turns you on,” he muttered.

“Oh yeah.”

Chris shifted beside her and caressed her breasts. She arched her back into his touch, sensation cascading over her body, and when he leaned down to suck a nipple, her womb spasmed. Her hips pushed up into Dag’s mouth and she felt his smile there.

“So hot, baby,” he whispered, then licked her again, up and down, nibbling at her pussy lips, sucking gently. His tongue circled her clit, and then he went all in, burying his face in her cunt and eating at her hungrily.

“Oh God!” With Chris sucking her nipples and Dag on her clit, and already being so worked up, Kassidy came in fast, hard, almost unbearable waves of pleasure. “Oh my God.” She clutched Chris’s head to her chest, trembling from her shoulders to her toes.

Dag kissed one inner thigh, then the other, then lowered her butt to the mattress. He crawled up over her on hands and knees. Chris shifted and Dag leaned to give first him a kiss, then her, soft and lingering and tasting of her own essence.

“Wow,” she murmured. “Thanks.”

Both guys laughed softly. Dag moved to her side, placing her in the middle, just where she liked to be. It felt so…right.

“I just have one question,” she mumbled.

“What’s that, babe?” Dag stroked the hair off her face.

“Who’s gonna clean up the mess on this comforter?”

Chapter Four

Both guys burst out laughing. “Isn’t that woman’s work?” Dag asked.

She gave a lethargic smile. “I know you’re kidding. Otherwise I’d punch you.”

“I’ll take care of it tomorrow,” Dag said. “Since I’m unemployed.”

Chris snorted. “Yeah, right.”

“Thank you,” Kassidy said primly to Dag. “Also, there are dishes to do in the kitchen.”

Dag gave her a fast, hard kiss, smiling as he did so.

“Can we get under the covers?” she asked.

“It’s too early for bed,” Chris grumbled as they all shifted around, tossing the comforter into a corner of the room.

“Okay,” Kassidy said, settling in between her men under the sheet. “Then we can talk now.”

Chris groaned.

“Chris. You know we have to.”

“I know, I know.”

“Tell me about Hailey,” Dag said softly, rolling to lie on his side and face her. He stroked her arm.

“Okay. Hailey.” Kassidy sighed. “Well. After I left you at the hotel on Sunday, I went to her place. I was so confused about everything. So I talked to her about it. She was actually really great. She wasn’t judging me. And she even admitted that she’d been jealous of me. Me and Chris, because we seemed to have such a perfect relationship.”

“What do you mean
seemed
to have?” Chris demanded.

“Nobody has a perfect relationship,” she reminded him with a little smile. “You can be a little stubborn, and there are times I have to remind you that the people who work for you are actually people, with lives and feelings.”