Rule of Three (9 page)

“Ah, sweetheart.” Chris drew her arms up and over his shoulders. “I love you for this. So much. Come on. Let’s go in the bedroom.”

He kissed her mouth and then stepped back. The three of them moved together down the short hall and into the bedroom where Chris had nailed her up against the door earlier. Jesus. Dag’s cock twitched. And now here he was in there with them.

Chris flicked on a lamp beside the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt. Dag watched as his bare chest appeared, took in the ripped pecs and abs, the flex of biceps as Chris tossed the shirt aside. Dag moved to Kassidy.

“Let me,” he murmured, and once again he drew up the hem of her dress inch by silky inch. She moved her hips as the dress rose higher and he met her eyes as he pulled it up over her waist and then…her breasts. The dress was loose and she lifted her arms for him to tug it over her head, the full mounds of her breasts right there in front of him, swelling over the edge of a pink lace bra that matched the little strip of lace around her hips.

She had a beautiful body—smooth curves, golden skin, the surprise of a diamond glinting in her belly button. He flicked it with a finger. “That’s nice.”

“Thank you.”

Dag glanced at Chris, who had lowered himself to the side of the bed, wearing just his black pants, watching them with hot eyes.

Dag wanted to kiss her. God, he wanted to. His lips parted and he studied her mouth, the pouty bottom lip, the sweet bow of her top lip, the way her teeth gleamed whitely through the slight opening. He heard her indrawn breath as she realized he was looking at her mouth and her lips parted more.

He slid a hand beneath her hair to the back of her neck then glanced once more at Chris, as if to make sure the guy was still okay with this, because, Jesus Christ, he was going to kiss her, kiss her with everything he fucking had.

Chris gave him a slow up-and-down motion of his head as he reached for the fastener of his pants and released it. He rubbed his hard-on beneath the black fabric.

And Dag turned back to Kassidy, bent his head and took her mouth. She opened for him immediately with a soft sound in her throat, her mouth sinfully soft, sweetly delicious and warm as summer. Her hands came to rest on his chest. He wanted her to rub there, but they’d get to that. He kissed her, again and again, long, deep kisses, licked her mouth, found her tongue and played with it. Her body melted against him, all warm, soft skin and pink lace. Jesus.

His other arm slid around her, palm on her back, pressing her against him, her breasts soft, her pussy hot. Damp heat poured off her, in fact, he could smell it, tantalizing feminine arousal. He got lost in it, in everything, the feel of her body in his arms, the taste of her mouth, the vanilla and warm amber and girl scent of her, so much that he forgot about Chris watching them and drifted off on a cloud of erotic pleasure.

This woman…dammit, she affected him. Like no other. What was it about her?

He lifted his head and they gazed at each other, panting, wet-mouthed, blazing eyes.

“Dag.”

Her breathy voice saying his name like that undid him all over again, and he groaned. “This is insane.”

“Yeah.”

And then they both turned to Chris, who had taken his cock out and was stroking it. Kassidy made a little noise as if a gasp had stuck in her throat. “Oh god,” she said.

Dag watched Chris’s hand pull up the thick length of his cock then back down. He’d seen it before. They’d done this before. But still his blood raced fast and hot through his veins at the sight.

He set Kassidy in front of him, settled his hands on her hips. She glanced over her shoulder at him, wide-eyed at the sight of Chris jerking off.

“C’mere, Kass.” Chris lifted his chin. “Come and suck me.”

Dag helped her move forward, nudging her with his hands on her hips, and with another glance at him, she went to her knees beside the bed, between Chris’s legs. When her mouth closed over the head of his cock, more flames threatened to explode in Dag’s balls. Now it was his turn to press against his throbbing erection. He wasn’t sure if he could even walk, he was so hard. But he managed to move up behind Kassidy and gather her hair back to hold it for her at the nape of her neck.

“Oh yeah, Kass. So good.” Chris threw his head back, eyes closed, hands on the bed on either side of him. “Oh…yeah.”

Dag peered over her shoulders to watch her slide up and down on Chris’s shaft, dark and ridged with veins, her mouth stretched wide. She rested her hands on his thighs and her head bobbed. When she let the gleaming crown slide out of her mouth and sat back a bit to catch her breath, Dag lifted her beneath her arms to stand.

“Now suck Dag,” Chris said, his eyes dark, face flushed.

A string of curses ran through Dag’s mind, and he yanked his T-shirt out from his pants and rapidly unbuckled his belt. Yeah, he wanted to feel her mouth on him too, and he knew Chris liked to watch that, but hell, he wanted to make this good for Kassidy.

He stripped out of his clothes, but as she went to drop to her knees once again, he held her up. “No.”

She blinked at him, and he lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the bed. He laid her down, nudging Chris aside, who stood and stepped out of his pants. The two men stood side by side, looking down at beautiful Kassidy stretched out on the bed, wearing pink lace and a blush. She bent one knee, licked her lips.

“Ladies first,” Dag said, a smile tugging his lips. “Wanna make this good for you, babe.”

Her mouth curved sweetly as he climbed onto the bed, shifted her over a little more to make room for Chris. The mattress dipped with Chris’s weight as he again sat, and then Chris found the clasp of her bra and Dag slipped his fingers into her panties and slid them down over her legs.

He let out a breath as he viewed her naked body, perfect breasts round and tipped with small brown nipples, nipples that made his mouth water and long to suck them. His gaze moved over the dip of her waist and curve of her hips, and then to the tiny triangle of dark hair just above her slit.

“Beautiful, Kassidy,” he whispered, unable to resist touching her, his palms cruising over her thighs.

Chris covered her breasts with his hands and squeezed then brushed his fingertips over taut nipples. “So beautiful.”

“You are, sweetheart.” Chris bent his head and took a nipple in his mouth, just like Dag wanted to do. And why not? He moved up her body on the opposite side of Chris and they each suckled on her for long moments. Her nipple fit perfectly to his tongue and he closed his lips over the tip of it while his eyelids drifted shut. And sucked. Sweet. So fucking sweet.

He could smell Chris’s hair now, a darker, masculine scent, his head only inches from his own as they made love to Kassidy’s gorgeous breasts. Her body quivered and twitched, and Dag laid a hand flat on her belly.

“Oh god,” she said, her legs sliding against the bedcovers. “God, that feels good!” And her hand forked into his hair and grabbed on. Sensation rocketed from his scalp to his cock.

“Both of you…sucking on me…at the same time. Oh my god.” Her head tossed on the pillow and they kept on loving her nipples with their lips and tongues and the very edge of Dag’s teeth.

His hand crept lower…lower. His fingertips brushed the curls there, dragged through them, slipped lower still. Her thighs parted for him, and his fingers found her wetness. Jesus.

“Ah Christ, Kassidy.” He lifted his head from her nipple to speak then pressed a kiss against the top curve of her breast. “You’re so fucking wet. Unbelievable.”

“What…do you…expect?” Her words came out jerky and soft. “God, Dag.” Her thighs spread even more, giving him more access, and he dragged his fingers through her folds, silky soft, completely bare below the triangle of hair and dripping wet. He probed with the tip of his middle finger, found her entrance and pushed in just a little. Wet heat sucked at him and he groaned.

“Wanna taste you,” he muttered. “Now.”

“Do it,” Chris spoke from beside him, low and husky, and Dag needed no further urging. He kissed his way down her torso, taking that little diamond barbell in his mouth and giving it a quick tug before continuing down. He knelt between Kassidy’s legs, pushed them apart with his palms on each thigh. Warm feminine spice rose to his nostrils and he had to study her for a moment before he tasted.

“That is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he said on a groan. “Perfect. So pink and perfect.”

Her legs twitched restlessly again and Dag watched Chris continue to suck on her nipples, moving to the one where his own mouth had been a moment ago. Chris’s big hand cupped the soft flesh and he rubbed the nipple over his bottom lip in a sensuous gesture. Heat flashed inside Dag.

With another groan he bent his head, inhaled deeply and ran his tongue over her. She jerked against him, cried out softly, and once again one of her hands fisted in his hair. He licked at her sweet cream, her smooth flesh, pressed kisses there, soft kisses, suckling kisses, first one side then the other. He kissed higher, one side, the other side, then finally pressed his mouth over her clit and kissed her there. The swollen bud pulsed against his lips and she gasped and tugged harder on his hair.

He licked, swallowed her delicate taste, licked again as her body quaked beneath him. He pushed a finger inside her, her body closing around him in a hot, wet embrace, then added another finger. Her soft cries increased and he lifted his gaze to again watch Chris make love to her breasts, her other hand fisted in his hair, fingers bent tightly.

“Oh my god, I can’t take any more,” she panted. “Too…much.”

“Not yet it isn’t.” He smiled against her pretty pussy. “Not yet, sweetheart.” He wanted to make her come, wanted her to come in his mouth, wanted to give her so much pleasure. He licked some more, finding her clit with his tongue, the hard edge of it, tonguing it from side to side. Then he closed his lips over it and sucked.

Her hips lifted and a long, ragged cry was dragged from deep within her. He held on, sucking, drawing out her orgasm, her body tight and throbbing. Heated cream poured over his fingers. His cock throbbed insistently, his balls drew up, and for a moment he feared he’d lost the battle to keep his own orgasm at bay. Breathing through it, he managed to control the spiraling sensation, finally releasing her quivery little clit.

He rested his cheek against her thigh, catching his breath, heart racing. Holy fuck. He’d felt that orgasm almost as much as she had, which kind of freaked him out. He slid his fingers out of her, his whole hand wet. “Ah…” A small groan rumbled out of him. He lifted heavy eyelids and met Chris’s eyes. Heat washed over him at the fierce arousal on Chris’s face.

“She came hard,” Chris murmured. “Didn’t you, sweetheart?”

Her only response was a groan.

“Good job,” Chris said, a smile flirting with his lips. “I just about came too, that was so hot.”

Oh man. Dag had forgotten the easy way the two of them had with a girl, the total lack of jealousy or competitiveness, just a mutual desire to please and be pleased. There was no one else in the world he’d ever done this with, despite the wild and wicked experiences he’d allowed himself to try when living in San Francisco. Nothing had ever felt this right. Or so fucking terrifying.

Chapter Eight

Chris rubbed a hand across his face and sprawled onto his back beside Kassidy, his neck and shoulders tight from the posture he’d been holding. He hadn’t felt it while he’d been sucking her nipples, focused on the lush sensation of her breasts in his hands, in his mouth, and the wicked hotness of watching Dag go down on her. Seeing Dag’s mouth on Kassidy’s pussy turned him on to the point of pain. Knowing the intensity of the pleasure she would feel with two men, one sucking her tender nipples, the other sucking her sweet clit.

And he knew from experience just what Dag was feeling too, the taste of her, the feel of her softness against his tongue, the way she tightened around him when she came. Fuck.

He wanted to be inside her, now. He turned his head on the pillow so his mouth was beside her ear. “Wanna fuck you, Kass,” he whispered. “Wanna fuck you hard. Now.”

Her head moved in assent, and he climbed over her. He glanced at Dag now stretched out on the bed on the other side of Kassidy, his mouth shiny with her juices, his cheekbones wearing a stain of color. His hair was a mess from Kassidy’s fingers in it and he’d fisted his own cock. Christ, he looked even bigger than he’d been years ago when they’d done this. The guy was hung, no doubt about that.

“Wait,” Chris said. “Turn over, sweetheart.” And he helped her roll to her stomach then pulled her hips up. She lifted her head and turned to look at him, hair falling across her face in a sexy sweep. “Dag, move over in front of her.”

Chris had no problem taking charge, in the office or in the bedroom. It came naturally to him, and Dag smiled as he seemed to realize what Chris was directing, shifted over until he was right in front of Kassidy, his thick, engorged cock jutting up. Kassidy’s gasp was audible.

Yeah, that was pretty much every chick’s reaction when they saw Dag’s package. And yet, Chris had never been envious. In a way, he almost felt…proud when girls were so impressed by his friend.

Dag stretched his legs out on either side of her, long muscled legs lightly covered with dark hair, and stuffed two pillows behind his back.

“Dag needs to come too,” Chris said. The idea of Dag’s cock tunneling into Kassidy’s mouth almost sent him right over the edge of the orgasm cliff right then and there. Because…this was Kassidy.

Was he a sick, twisted perv? He’d never questioned the urges that had led him and Dag to do what they’d done. He’d just enjoyed it, reveled in it, took as much pleasure from it as he could get. But for the first time he wondered what drove him to do this.

Only with Dag. Never with any other guy. Never.

He shoved those thoughts away as he pushed his body into Kassidy’s, her pussy dripping with cream. Her heat on his cock scalded him as he moved inside her, and he released a long, low groan. “Fuck, Kass.” He shoved her thighs wider, went deeper inside her. “Fuck. So hot. So wet. Suck him. Suck Dag’s cock.”