Risk Is a Four-Letter Word (17 page)

When he got to the bottom, he found her lying
on the couch, one leg up on the cushions,
one
leg on
the floor. Her pussy was already wet. She'd taken off her bra. Suddenly, Zeke
couldn't breathe.

"Come on, Zeke. Don't stop there."
Eric prodded him from behind and Zeke walked forward, falling to his knees in
front of Carrie. He leaned in, but Eric had him by his shirt.

"If I've got to strip, so do you."
Eric unbuttoned Zeke's cuffs then slowly peeled the shirt off his torso.
Instead of letting him go, Eric unbuttoned Zeke's jeans, pulling on the fabric
so the zipper slid down by itself over Zeke's burgeoning cock. Zeke growled.
Too slow.
They were going too damn slow. Eric was tormenting
him on purpose.

"Stand up, Zeke," Eric said.

He looked up. Eric took off his cargo pants. He
had nothing on underneath and Zeke went a little bit crazy. He stood and ripped
off his jeans, ignoring the faint soreness of his bruises. He almost tripped in
his desperation to get to Eric.

"Easy there," Carrie said from
behind. She took his arms and held them gently while Eric got down on the floor
and unlaced Zeke's boots. Carrie kissed the hummingbird on his wrist so
delicately, he almost cried.

"What's got into him?" Carrie asked,
looking at Eric.

Zeke shook his head. How could they not
understand? He'd almost died. His father almost killed him and for what?
Because he loved another man?
A woman?
"I don't want to waste any more time."

"I'm not going anywhere." Eric pulled
off Zeke's boots. He unrolled his socks then Carrie was able to peel him out of
his jeans. He stood there, trembling. He wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck.

"You won't hurt me," Carrie said,
interpreting his tension correctly. She rubbed her lips over his tattoo.

"Don't let me," Zeke whispered.

Eric took his arms and held them behind his
back. Zeke nearly sobbed in relief. "What the hell, Zeke?"

"Eric, don't let go," Zeke heard
himself say.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm not fucking
going anywhere," Eric said, holding Zeke's wrists so the bones ground into
each other. It hurt and Zeke was goddamn grateful for it. Then Carrie touched
her lips to his straining cock and he felt his body twist, almost escaping
before Eric brought him back under control. Zeke panted and Carrie slipped her
mouth all the way down, deep-
throating
him with an
astonishing lack of preparation. He shuddered.
Jesus
.

"You're not fucking dead, Zeke. And
neither am I. We're right here, with you," Eric said, backing up to the
couch and pulling Zeke with him. Zeke groaned as Eric's movements took his dick
away from Carrie's sweet mouth.

"Eric. Fuck. I'm dying here." Zeke
let himself be manhandled, dropping onto the soft brown cushions. The fabric
was so soft it felt strange. "What's wrong with me?" His cock ached,
pre-come dripping from the tip.

"Delayed reaction," Eric said. Carrie
nodded and knelt down, kissing up the inside of Zeke's thigh.

"I'm a fucking basket case," Zeke
muttered. The cut on his face began to throb, too.

"No.
Just exhausted."
Carrie smiled up at him, her brilliant blue eyes sparkling. He watched as she
lowered her head slowly.
So fucking slowly.
Her tongue
reached out and licked at his dick. Zeke bucked, trying to shove himself back
into her mouth, but Eric held him down.

"Easy cowboy.
You're
gonna
just sit and take it,
okay?"

Zeke thrashed his head, but Eric had him
pinned. He looked down again just in time to see Carrie delicately hold him
with two fingers then slide the head of his cock into her mouth. She sucked
strongly and his hips came off the sofa. She smiled at him, mouth full, then
bent down and took him back into her throat. She swallowed, once, twice, and
Zeke felt his orgasm roar up out of nowhere. He cried out and came, thick jets
of pleasure coursing out of his body. Carrie swallowed it all.

A minute later he thought maybe he could speak.
"
Nngh
."
He cleared
his throat.
"Uh."
Okay, maybe talking would
have to wait for a minute.

Carrie laughed, swiping a hand across her wet
lips. "Well. Now that we've got that out of the way, what should we
do?"

Eric laughed and let go of Zeke's arms.
"I've got a few ideas."

Zeke blinked, watching as Eric kissed Carrie.
That's my come on her lips
he's tasting
, Zeke thought. His cock gave a twitch then
impossibly, swelled again. Eric licked at Carrie, his tongue making slow
circuits of her mouth. He nibbled at her lips and dove back in again. Zeke
watched as the two people he cared about most in the world devoured each other.
He let his hand drift down to hold his dick then he slid it lower, over his
balls. His back arched, bumping into Carrie.

"Oh, he's back with us," Eric said.
He smiled at Zeke then leaned down and nipped at Carrie's right nipple.
"I've got some ideas."

"Ideas?"
Zeke croaked. At least his voice was working again.

"Yeah."
Eric grabbed Zeke's hand and forced it away from his balls, to
Zeke's regret. "I want to blow Carrie's mind."

"What?" Carrie asked.

Eric smiled at her and Zeke felt her flush rush
through his body as though it was his own.

"Here, lay across Zeke." Eric
arranged her so she sprawled over the top of
him,
her
ass nestled against his groin. Zeke approved. She felt wonderful and smelled
even better. He kissed at the nape of her neck and she shivered.

"Now, I'm going to go down on you while
Zeke keeps you from flying off." Eric looked up at Zeke, his intent clear.
Oh
. Zeke knew what Eric intended and
he approved. His cock jumped against her warm skin. He definitely approved.

Eric slid down Carrie's
body,
his strong shoulders a marked contrast to her pale skin. Zeke had a great view.
When Eric kissed her clit, Zeke saw it. He felt her pleasure in the way her
body fluttered. When Eric sucked on her labia, Zeke enjoyed her sigh of
pleasure. When Eric slid a finger into her pussy, Zeke cupped her breasts then
fingered at her nipples. Carrie was whimpering by now, her hips jerking. Zeke
knew she wanted to come, but Eric wouldn't let her. Not yet.

"
Shhh
, relax.
I've got you," he murmured to her. When Eric's mouth moved lower, licking
past Carrie's pussy and landing on the tiny hole between her buttocks, Zeke was
ready. She keened, but he held her thighs open, letting Eric rim her until she
was nearly sobbing.

"Oh, fuck me, please, please, Eric, I'm
dying here," she begged. Eric looked up at Zeke and nodded. Zeke let his
fingers drift down to tap at her clit. She bucked then froze. Zeke knew Eric
had slid a finger into her ass, using her own juices to ease the way.

"Yeah, that's it, Carrie. Let me in,"
Eric said. Zeke's cock ground against her soft ass as she writhed.

"Oh, fuck, it feels good. Why does that
feel so fucking good?" Carrie panted.

"Do you trust us?" Zeke asked her,
still tapping at her clit. She was so hot and wet it was hard not to slide off
the spot. She didn't answer. He stopped his hand, just resting it over her
pussy. He wanted to shove inside so badly. "Do you trust us?"

She arched her hips, trying to screw herself
down on Eric or up against Zeke's fingers, he wasn't sure which. When her hips
came back down again, he fingered her gently.

"Yes, oh my God, yeah, I trust you."
Carrie was shivering now.

Zeke could feel her orgasm hovering like a
butterfly about to land on the juiciest flower. "Then you have to relax
and let me in."

She nodded and Zeke felt Eric pull his fingers
out. Carrie moaned in protest, but Zeke knew they needed a condom. Eric
rummaged around in his jeans then came up with one. He flicked it at Zeke. Zeke
grinned and caught it in his free hand.

"Carrie, honey, let me up for a sec,"
Zeke said, shifting her onto the couch. Eric
watched,
eyes hot but otherwise calm. Zeke didn't know where his lover got his control.
He'd already come once and he felt desperate. He fumbled with the wrapper,
trying to get his slippery fingers to cooperate when Eric growled and snatched
it off of him.
Hmm.
Not so controlled after all.

"Let me do it," Eric said.

Zeke nodded. Eric had it open and was rolling
the thin latex down Zeke's cock in under ten seconds. Zeke bit his lip, trying
not to orgasm just from the feel of Eric's fingers. When he finished rolling it
down, Eric looked up and grinned, not letting go of Zeke's erection. Zeke
couldn't move. Eric's eyes were electric. He caught his breath when Eric leaned
in and sucked one of his balls into his mouth.

"Jesus fuck, Eric!" Zeke ground his
teeth against the insane pleasure. "Are you trying to make me blow?"

Eric pulled away with a slow lick. "I
couldn't help myself."

Zeke took a shaky breath.
"Yeah,
whatever."
He turned back to Carrie who was grinning. "What
are you laughing about?"

She shook her head then the smile fell off her
face as Eric leaned in and licked her pussy, lapping at her clit. She shuddered
and Zeke shifted her back onto his lap, positioning her so his cock nudged at
her ass. He ignored the sullen pang from his bruised ribs.

"Okay, we're going to take this slow.
You're nice and open so just relax and let us in, ok?" he asked. She
nodded so Zeke hooked one of her legs over the back of the couch and put the
other one over Eric's shoulder. She grabbed onto a cushion with one hand,
letting the other clasp Zeke's thigh. He bumped at her tiny hole and teased her
with his fingers. Eric continued to lick her clit, helping matters
considerably. When Zeke felt her loosening, he thrust, popping the head of his
cock into her ass. She froze, tightening around him. It felt incredible though
Zeke knew it had to hurt her a little bit. He bit his lip, trying to keep still
until she got used to the sensation.

"Hey, relax," Eric said, kissing at
her thighs.
"Let Zeke in."
He licked at her
clit again and Zeke felt himself slide in a little bit further.

Carrie thrashed her head back and forth,
obviously uncomfortable then her muscles relaxed and Zeke's cock slowly sank
into her body. He gave a little thrust in time with Eric's tongue and she cried
out.

"Yeah, that's it. You're ok," Eric
said, pulling back.

Carrie grabbed onto Zeke's thigh so hard, he
thought she might break something. Then, to his shock, she lifted up off him a
little and screwed herself back down onto his dick with a grace he didn't think
he could manage right now. He breathed hard, struggling to keep still. He
wanted to just let go and fuck into her so bad but didn't want to hurt her. She
screwed herself down again and Zeke bit his lip.

"Carrie, fuck." The top of his head
prickled. "You're goddamn incredible." She did it again and he lost
the power of speech as her tiny asshole squeezed his cock so tight, he thought
he'd die.

"Hold her still, Zeke," Eric said,
maneuvering onto the couch.

Zeke opened his eyes with superhuman effort and
tried to do as Eric asked. He put his hands on her hips, stilling them despite
her protests. "Hang on, honey. Eric is coming in." Zeke kissed under
her ear.

"Yeah, okay. Hurry the fuck up."
Carrie panted and Zeke ground his teeth as she squirmed, fucking onto his cock
in tiny increments.

"Yeah, hurry the fuck up, Eric," Zeke
forced his jaw to relax and repeated Carrie's words. If he didn't, Zeke would
personally rip Eric's head off in the next thirty seconds.

"Fuck it, just hang on." Eric
muttered. His cock bumped Zeke's balls and he almost lost it but Eric muttered
a "Sorry" and recovered, slipping his dick into Carrie's pussy instead. He went
slowly, so slowly Zeke felt every inch of him through the thin wall of her
body.

"Oh, oh Jesus," Carrie said, her
voice nearly gone. "You feel so good. How is this even possible?"

Eric grunted,
then
fucked into her in one long stroke. Zeke groaned as Carrie shivered. He opened
his eyes to see Eric grinning down at him,
then
his
lover pulled out and fucked back in, rubbing against Zeke the whole way. Zeke
shook then somehow managed to get his free hand over Carrie's clit. She
quivered and threw her head back. Zeke felt her orgasm rip through her and Eric
went crazy, fucking into her so hard Zeke didn't even have to move. He just took
it, holding Carrie steady as Eric fucked fast and hard. When Zeke's climax hit
he couldn't move, couldn't think. His cock jerked, the pleasure roaring out of
him in a thick, hot wave. Eric yelled something and Zeke knew he was coming
too, pulling Carrie into a second orgasm, the pleasure rolling over all three
of them at the same time.

A thousand heart-pounding seconds later, Zeke
opened his eyes, blinking. The living room was still there: serene browns with
the occasional pop of red and yellow pillows strewn about. The fireplace had
burned down to embers. He was alive and intact, although for a few seconds
there he thought that might not actually be the case. Carrie stirred on top of
him.