Rhythm of Three (Rule of Three) (8 page)

Kassidy smiled at him and handed him her wineglass, and he carried it to the fridge to refill it and get another beer.

“Let me mull it over,” he said as he sat back down.

“Mull what over?” Kassidy asked. “Going for a swim at my parents’ tomorrow?”

He blinked at her. “Uh…sorry, I guess I wasn’t paying attention. We’re going swimming at your parents’ tomorrow?”

She grinned. “They invited us. It’s supposed to be super hot tomorrow. And you can get your birthday present.”

“Huh. Okay. But, uh, I meant, let me mull over what to do about my parents.”

“Chris…”

He shook his head. “I have to deal with it some time.”

“It doesn’t have to be now.”

“I know. I just need to figure some shit out in my head.”

“Okay. Hey, I got a wedding invitation in the mail today.”

“Oh yeah? Who from?”

“My friend Taisha. From college?” She looked at Dag. “She lives in Los Angeles now, but she’s coming home to Chicago to get married.”

“Cool.”

“I knew she was getting married, but I wasn’t sure if I’d get an invitation. I didn’t know how big the wedding would be.” She frowned briefly and bit her lip, then shook her head. “I have to check with Danielle and see if she got one too.”

Chris listened to Kassidy go on about wedding gifts and maybe buying a new dress to wear and who would be at the wedding, relaxing a little as he let himself be distracted from thinking about his parents.

“So wild times on a Saturday night,” Dag said as they got up from the table. “Building furniture.”

Kassidy smiled at him, picking up their plates. “Do you want to go out? We could do that.”

He smiled back at her. “Nah. I’m just yanking your chains.” He crowded her up against the counter and kissed the side of her neck. Chris watched as her eyes drifted closed and her head tilted. His groin tightened. “This is where I want to be,” Dag murmured. His tongue stroked over Kassidy’s smooth skin and his mouth closed over her earlobe. “Right…here…”

She gave a soft moan and Dag’s pelvis pressed deeper against her ass. Blood sizzled through Chris’s veins. Watching them together was so fucking hot.

Dag slid his arms around Kassidy from behind and cupped her breasts. Her soft intake of air matched the leap in Chris’s pulse.

“Forget building the furniture,” Chris said, his voice coming out rough. “I wanna watch you two fuck.”

They both turned to look at him, a smile playing on Dag’s lips, Kassidy’s eyes warm and heavy lidded. “Right,” she whispered. “You like to watch.”

“Should we give him a show?” Dag murmured near her ear, loud enough for Chris to hear.

Chris’s dick throbbed.

“Okay. But not in the kitchen.”

Dag laughed softly and Chris had to smile too. “Living room. On the couch.”

Dag stepped back but didn’t release Kassidy, turning her and then walking her out of the kitchen. As she passed Chris, she trailed her fingers over his cheek and gave him a wink.

Chris shoved back his chair so fast it almost tipped over, and followed them into the living room. They took the couch and he dropped into an armchair.

“I heard a rumor,” Dag said, mouth on her neck, his hands all over her, “that you want to be a bad girl.”

She gave a breathy laugh. “Where did you hear such a thing?”

“Hmm.” He kissed her throat and gave one of her tits a gentle squeeze. “Doesn’t matter. How bad do you want to be, babe?”

“I’m not bad. I’m good.”

“You certainly are,” Dag agreed and when his tongue traced up the side of Kassidy’s neck Chris’s blood pumped hot through his veins. He rubbed his aching cock through his shorts. “Good at many things.”

Dag’s hand slid from her breast down over her stomach and between her legs. Leaning back into the couch cushions, she parted her thighs with a soft moan. His hand rubbed her there, over her shorts and panties, in a slow, sensual rhythm. He kissed her mouth for long moments, with lots of tongue, then kissed his way over her cheek, jaw and throat. He nudged aside the wide, loose neckline of her T-shirt until it dropped off her shoulder, stroked his tongue over her collarbone and then gave the top curve of her breast an openmouthed kiss.

Kassidy’s hand slid into Dag’s dark hair, her other arm stretched behind him. She shifted her weight a little and hitched one knee up, bending it, nudging Dag’s crotch with it, giving him more access to her pussy and giving Chris a better view. Too bad she still had all those clothes on.

“Fuck, I love watching you two,” Chris said hoarsely, pressing his engorged cock. “So fucking hot.”

Dag swept Kassidy’s T-shirt even lower, pushing the cup of her strapless bra out of the way, flashing Chris a glimpse of creamy breast and small brown nipple. Chris’s breathing quickened, his heart drumming as he watched Dag take Kassidy’s nipple into his mouth. Eyes closed, Dag’s face wore a look of rapture as he pulled the bud into his mouth, sucked on it, released it. His tongue licked over the tight peak, then he suckled it again, and again. Kassidy began to shift on the couch, making needy little noises.

Dag popped open the button of her shorts, tugged down the zipper and slipped his hand inside as he continued to feast on her breast.

“Oh yeah,” Kassidy panted. “That’s so good. Yes…touch me there.”

Chris could imagine how silky and wet her pussy was. Having her nipples sucked made her hot like nothing else. His cock pulsed, now so hard he hurt. He swallowed.

Then Dag halted, pulled his hand free of Kassidy’s shorts. She gave a small cry of displeasure, but Dag was pulling the T-shirt off over her head. “Take off your bra,” he ordered her in a low, rough tone. She reached behind her to unfasten it and then it was gone and she was topless, slouched on the couch in little shorts that were open, her long, smooth legs spread. Chris studied her torso, her narrow rib cage, her perfect round breasts. Holy hell.

“Beautiful, Kass,” he called to her. “So beautiful.”

He wanted to touch her too. Yeah, he liked to watch, but this was becoming painful. With shaky fingers, he unzipped his own shorts, shoving them low on his hips, and pulled out his dick.

“I guess he likes this,” Dag said to Kassidy, and she looked at Chris and saw him jacking himself off. Her lips curved and her eyes went dark.

“That’s beautiful too,” she said, watching him, and, fuck, that was hot. When she swiped her tongue across her bottom lip, he nearly lost it. He had to stop, focus on breathing. He slid his other hand up under his shirt and rubbed his chest, which rose and fell in rapid rhythm.

“It is,” Dag agreed. “You’d probably like to suck his dick, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Me too.”

Oh Jesus. They were fucking torturing him.

Dag’s hand had returned to Kassidy’s pussy inside her loose shorts, fingers working her there as he now licked and sucked both nipples, kissing his way across her chest between her breasts. Seeing his tongue on her skin, her nipple between his lips…fuck. Chris couldn’t stop the groan that rose in his throat.

He focused in on Kassidy as she started to make her orgasm sounds, the little whimpers he knew so well. Her thighs tightened, her ass lifted off the couch and a pink flush stained her chest and washed up into her cheeks as Dag made her come with his fingers.

“Fucking sweet, Kass,” Dag whispered, kissing her mouth again, swallowing those sexy sounds.

He didn’t give her time to recover. “Gotta be inside you,” he muttered. He stood and stripped his own T-shirt off, shoved down his jeans and kicked them aside. Chris’s gaze tracked from Dag’s hard chest, down over ridged abs, the thick dark hair at his groin that was so aggressively male and erotic, his long, muscled legs.

Dag grabbed Kassidy’s hands and pulled her to standing. Her lips parted with surprise as he yanked her shorts down, turned them both and sat back down with her sitting on his lap, facing Chris.

“Oh,” she breathed.

“You can watch each other,” Dag decreed, lifting her easily over his cock, then slowly lowering her onto him. Chris watched her face, watched her teeth sink into her bottom lip as Dag stretched and filled her, watched her eyelids grow heavy. She met his eyes and, holy hell, the connection sizzled between them, despite the distance separating them, as Dag’s cock impaled her pretty pussy.

Chris’s gaze dropped to where she and Dag were joined, her thighs straddling his, the contrast between their legs amazing and enthralling—Dag’s dark hair and darker skin against her smooth, lightly tanned flesh, her sleek pussy lips surrounding the thick spear of flesh, Dag’s testicles drawn up tight and beautiful at the base.

Chris’s hand resumed stroking his own shaft.

“Look at him,” Dag said again from behind Kass. “Jacking off. Watching us.”

“Yeah.” She gave a slow blink, her lips parted, then her eyes drifted closed on a long moan as Dag filled her completely.

“Gonna fuck you,” Dag said, lips on Kassidy’s shoulder. “Then we’ll suck him off. Together. Okay?”

“I thought he just wanted to watch,” she protested, lips quirked.

Chris rubbed his nipple and choked out, “Not sure I can last.”

“Not gonna take long,” Dag growled, and his hands on Kassidy’s waist lifted her. Up and down, she began to move on his shaft, her breasts jiggling with every impact. Dag’s hips lifted, powering up into her and she met him eagerly, soft cries falling from her lips.

“How does she look, man?” Dag asked Chris. “Gorgeous?”

“So gorgeous.” Chris panted. “Tits bouncing, her pussy taking you, your dick all shiny and wet… Jesus.”

Now Dag groaned, and Chris liked that his words had excited him too. The sounds of their bodies slapping together, their heavy breathing and whimpers of pleasure filled the room. Dag’s fingers tightened on Kassidy’s hips, her head fell back and she slipped her hand down to touch herself.

“Fuck,” Chris muttered.

“Yeah, babe, that’s it. Take it…take another one. Good for you.”

“Want it…wanna come…”

Their pace quickened, faster, harder, and then Kassidy gave a long wail, going rigid above Dag. He powered on, once more, twice, then held her tight against him as he too came, his balls contracting visibly.

That was so…fucking…hot.

Chris could hardly breathe, his lungs burned so much. Tingles simmered at the base of his spine, sweat beaded on his forehead. He was so close but, damn, he wanted those mouths on him…

A moment later, they both kneeled in front of him, and he collapsed back in the chair, letting Kassidy’s soft hand circle his cock, Dag’s harder fingers caressing his balls. Jesus fucking Christ. Chris closed his eyes and gave himself over to them, to the assault of pleasure on every nerve ending in his body. When Kassidy’s mouth closed over the tip of his cock and gently sucked, the top of his head pounded. She traced the crown with her tongue, lapped at him with her tongue, then drew him deep into her mouth again. She bobbed her head up and down a few times, and the friction of her lips on his flesh felt fantastic. Then she lifted off, and another mouth took him in, bigger, harder, no less hot. Dag’s tongue was magic too, more aggressive, his hand on Chris’s shaft firmer. Christ. Oh Christ.

They took turns greedily licking and sucking him, tonguing his balls, caressing his thighs and he came, too fast. His orgasm roared through him, thundering in his ears, blinding him. Heat exploded in his balls, racing up his spine, down his dick.

Dag’s hand on his cock grew slicker with his come, and Chris felt both their mouths hovering there, so close, lapping at him, lapping at each other, kissing each other around his pulsing shaft, their lips wet.

His chest heaved, his thighs quivered and the roaring in his ears gradually receded. Spent. He was spent. He couldn’t even lift his arms. He struggled to open his eyes just as Kassidy crawled up into the big chair with him, curling onto his lap, hand on the side of his neck, head on his shoulder. Dag’s weight settled onto the arm of the chair and he leaned in to press a kiss to Chris’s forehead.

“Fuck, man,” Dag said. “That was amazing.”

“Yeah,” Chris wheezed, finding Kassidy’s hip with one hand. “Fucking amazing. Love you both.”

“Mmm.” Kassidy kissed his throat. “I love you both too. You give me so much.”

“Please tell me we don’t have to go build office furniture now,” Dag growled.

Chris choked on a laugh. “Yeah…no.” He managed to get his other hand up to squeeze Dag’s thigh. “Can’t get enough of you…both of you. Just wanna get into bed and do that all over again.”

“I think we could switch it up a little,” Dag suggested. “You sure you’re up for it?”

“Uh…not at the moment.” Chris gave a pointed look at his crotch. “But I will be.”

“Still got that Viagra? ’Cause you’re gonna need it, buddy.”

Kassidy’s body shook with giggles against his, and he wrapped his arm around her and squeezed.

Chapter Seven

“It’s pretty fucking hard,” Dag growled in a low voice, “to keep my hands off you in that little bikini.”

Kassidy smiled, lying on her back on a lounge chair beside her parents’ pool, eyes closed against the bright sun. “I thought you were going to say something else is hard,” she murmured.