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Authors: Tielle St. Clare

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And a wicked look in the man’s eyes.

Reveling in her own hunger, she bent down and sucked the
head of his cock into her mouth, taking him to the back of her throat in one
fast suck.

“Fuck!” Cain’s shout echoed through the room. She hummed and
pulled back, pausing for a moment before sinking back down, taking him deep
once again.

Hot, strong hands gripped her hips, holding her in place.

“That’s it, baby. Swallow that cock.”

Paxson’s command surged through her core. His hands moved up
and down her sides, subtly guiding her into place. Her pussy ached and Heather
knew she needed him inside her, needed to be fucked hard.

The delicious delay cooled her down just a fraction. She
only hoped Paxson, and Cain, could bring her back to the heights.

She sucked hard on Cain’s cock, hollowing out her cheeks as
she pulled back. He shouted, his hips thrusting upward as if he needed to be
deeper. If she could have smiled, she would have. She loved that she was
capable of making him irrational.

When she reached the rounded tip, she opened her mouth and
let the head pop out.

“No!” Cain’s hand grabbed the back of her head, trying to
shove her down on his cock.

Instead, she licked the drop of pre-come and turned her head
to the side, whispering kisses down the full length of his lovely shaft.

“Honey, please.”

She lifted her head and met his fierce gaze. “I want to feel
you both come.”

Cain dropped back on the pillows, strength seeming to leave
his body.

“Hell, Pax. Fuck her. She’s not going to let either of us
come until you do.”

She chuckled, making sure Cain felt the sound against his
shaft. He moaned and the hand at the back of her head tightened, pressing her
closer. She rewarded him with a lick. She ran her lips back up his cock and
once again took him into her mouth.

His hips pumped a little, pulsing his cock deeper into her
mouth but not too much. She still had control.

The head of Paxson’s cock tapped her entrance and his
fingers tightened on her hips. She froze, inhaling through her nose, preparing
her body for his hard thrust. She wanted it, was ready for it.

But once again he surprised her. He hesitated for one breath
then eased the thick head into her opening, slowly filling her. His shaft felt
huge from this angle. She moaned around the cock in her mouth and squirmed,
trying to get Pax to fuck her harder.

She liked this position but she couldn’t really come from
it. Still, the incredible slide of Pax’s cock made it worth it. He sank in,
balls deep, holding himself to the hilt inside her pussy.

“I’ve got you, baby. Just going to fuck you nice and easy
while you suck Cain’s cock.” Slowly, he retreated, easing his cock almost out
before sliding back in. The gentle motion allowed her to move on Cain’s shaft
without choking.

Surrounded and filled, Heather sank into sensation, sucking
on the cock in her mouth, savoring the steady push and pull of Paxson in her
cunt. Hot male hands stroked her skin, cupping her breasts and teasing her
sensitive nipples.

Cain’s fingers slid through her hair, holding, urging her to
take him a little deeper. She swallowed and let his cock go to the back of her
throat.

He moaned and she could feel the muscles in his legs
contract as if he was holding himself back, not thrusting into her mouth as he
wanted. She hummed around his cock, thanking him for his restraint.

“Oh fuck.” His hand tightened on her head. She sucked
harder, knowing he was close.

“Finish him off, baby.” Paxson’s voice sounded strained and
rough. “Then I can fuck you hard.” He pumped his hips against hers, pushing her
forward, driving Cain’s cock farther into her mouth.

Yeah, that wasn’t going to work. She concentrated on Cain,
bobbing her head, speeding up, meeting the barely controlled thrusts in her
mouth.

“Shit, sweetheart, I’m close.”

She loved that he gave her warning to pull away but she
wasn’t going to retreat. She sucked, drawing him in, swallowing deep when he
cried out and spilled into her mouth.

She leaned back to grab a breath, letting Cain’s cock fall
from her mouth.

“Fuck!” Paxson’s shout blended with her moan as he slammed
into her, as if the sight of Cain coming in her mouth had been too much for
him.

The deep solid pounding illuminated her nerve endings. She
braced her hands on the mattress, unable to really participate—she could just
take what he gave her.

She craved the heavy thrusts, loving every stroke in her
pussy, but the final touch to make her come was missing.

“Touch her clit, man.”

“What?” Paxson’s growl was barely audible.

“She needs her clit stroked if she’s going to come like
this,” Cain said.

“Help me.”

Cain wiggled down the mattress. It was probably awkward as
hell but Heather didn’t care. Her body absorbed every caress, each thrust
sending her higher, making her ache.

Locked in the steady fucking, she cried out when a light
touch caressed her clit. Shivers lit up her spine and she slammed her ass back,
driving Paxson deeper.

“Fuck, make her come,” Paxson ordered. “I want to feel this
sweet cunt squeeze my dick.”

Another delicate caress combined with the heady rush from
Paxson’s words sent her over the edge. Her scream caught in her throat as the
orgasm slammed into her, shocking her body for long moments.

The only thing that penetrated the luscious fog surrounding
her was Paxson’s groan and his final thrust. His arm wrapped around her waist,
holding his cock deep inside her as he came, tiny pulses sending new flutters
through her pussy.

Chapter Nine

 

Dear Diary,

Wow, oh wow, oh wow. Cain and Pax. Together? Separately?
This is the stuff that porn fantasies are made of.

 

Cain smiled as Heather then Paxson collapsed on the
mattress. Good thing it was one of those king monstrosities. A normal bed would
not have held the three of them.

He stretched out, his hand still slick with Heather’s pussy
juices.

Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him, dazed and
completely satisfied. He recognized the look. She’d had that same fuzzy stare
when he’d fucked her.

But this time it had been Paxson. Big, beautiful Paxson.

Cain closed his eyes and let his head drop onto one of the
many pillows. He’d come in her mouth. He’d touched and kissed Heather’s
beautiful body. He’d gotten to see Paxson in action. He was good.

Good. Yep, he was good.

He pushed aside the nagging ache to feel Pax fuck him. The
other man wasn’t comfortable with it. Cain could accept that. Instead, he
concentrated on the warm body beside him.

Though Pax had kissed him—what a shock that had been.

The mattress shifted and rose as Paxson left the bed. Cain couldn’t
resist watching that tight, hard ass walk away, headed toward the bathroom.

Cain once again let his eyes close. He was comfortable and
satisfied.

Heat pressed against his front as Heather cuddled close to
him, her soft breasts teasing his chest. He smiled and ran his hand down her
hip, loving the curve of her ass in his palm.

The strain of the last twenty-four hours, of tempting his
best friend into bed, was enough that as soon as Cain let it go, his mind
started to drift. Not even the low murmur of Paxson and Heather talking was
enough to draw him to the surface. He’d done his part. He’d gotten them
together. They’d fucked. It had been sexy as hell. He’d done his good deed for
the day. Hell, for the month!

“Don’t go to sleep on us yet.” Heather lips followed the
command up with a light kiss.

“Just drifting,” Cain replied, his mind floating, not quite
processing Heather’s words until…
Us?

His eyes popped open and instantly met her wicked stare. The
edge of her lips pulled up into a dangerous smirk.

“Should I be worried?” he asked.

Her gaze flicked over his shoulder and Cain realized Paxson
stood behind him at the edge of the mattress.

“Maybe.” She kissed Cain. “I mean, he’s big and thick and
long.”

Cain’s cock leapt as she continued her description.

She reached up and scraped her fingers through the hair at
his temples, dragging the long strands forward.

The mattress sank as Paxson climbed on next to him. Fear
shot through his chest—not from the thought of Paxson fucking him, he was
looking forward to that—but he didn’t want to see a look of disgust on Paxson’s
face.

But damn it, it had been his idea. He looked up and met his
friend’s gaze.

Paxson’s eyes were shielded, revealing very little. Finally,
he said, “I’ve never done this. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” The words popped out of Cain’s mouth without
thought. “Besides, this isn’t my first rodeo.”

The right corner of Pax’s mouth pulled up in a half-smile.
“I’m not sure that’s something I want to know.”

“Heather, sweet, would you grab my bag?” Cain asked,
shifting a little to face Paxson. The other man didn’t reach out to touch him
but their knees brushed against each other and Pax didn’t flinch. “We’ll just
go slow and any time you want to stop, we will.”

A laugh erupted from Paxson’s mouth. “You make it sound like
I’m the one getting fucked.”

“I’m being the considerate, more experienced lover.”

Heather giggled as she walked back to the bed and dropped
the small shaving bag on the mattress. “Which means, you’re the shy virgin in
this scenario,” she said to Paxson.

Pax grimaced and stared at the two of them. “It’s not like I
don’t understand the process. I have internet access.”

Cain grinned as he dug into the shaving kit and grabbed the
lube.

“Then what’s this for, big boy?”

Pax’s cheeks turned red. “To make sure your, you know, your
ass is slick.”

“Very good.” Cain flipped open the lid and poured some on
his own fingers. Hell, he knew Paxson was doing this for him so he didn’t want
to push his friend too far. Cain reached behind his back and slipped the tip of
his finger into his own ass.

The first penetration was always a shock but he pushed
through. He’d only let a few men fuck him, but sometimes, he just wanted to be
filled. After a few minutes, he pulled his finger out and slid the second slick
digit into his opening.

“Are you going to at least let me see?” Paxson asked.

Cain’s head snapped up and he looked at his friend. Pax sat
on his knees, his abs tight, his fingers gripping the bedspread. Cain slowly
rolled over onto his stomach. He continued his slow finger-fuck of his ass.

Heather’s soft hands skimmed down his back, the light touch
soothing and making his cock harder at the same time.

“Here let me.” Paxson brushed Cain’s hand out of the way and
seconds later he heard the click of the lube bottle.

Paxson trembled as he poured the gooey liquid on his
fingers. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. Even more, that he wanted to do
it. But he did. Watching Cain tonight with Heather and now, with those fingers
sliding in and out of Cain’s ass, tempting Paxson with each stroke—oh yeah, he
wanted to be part of that.

But that didn’t stop the nerves. Slowly, he slid his wet
fingers between Cain’s ass cheeks, letting one finger tap the slick hole. Cain
pressed back, giving him permission. Paxson took a deep breath and eased his
fingers into Cain’s ass.

Heat surrounded him as he slowly pushed forward. Cain moaned
but it was a sound of pure pleasure. Paxson pulled out and slowly slid back in.

He couldn’t stop himself from looking at Heather. She lay on
the other side of Cain, stroking her fingers down his back, her eyes wide. She
licked her lips as if an amazing feast lay before her.

“I’m ready,” Cain whispered.

“You sure?” Cain’s ass still felt really tight.

“I’m sure. Now slide that bad boy into me.”

Paxson had already put the condom on when Cain had started
his preparations, wanting to be ready. Now he was glad he did because his
fingers were coated with lube. He rubbed the leftover onto his cock and rose up
on his knees, climbing behind Cain.

Heather moaned and rolled to her back, her legs opening. Her
fingers slid between her thighs and dipped into her pussy. Paxson couldn’t stop
his groan.

Cain turned his head and looked. “Damn.”

“Yeah.”

Heather’s eyes sparkled with hunger.

“Come on, boys. You’re my own personal sex show.” She pumped
her fingers in and out of her cunt and Paxson moaned. Damn, he needed to fuck.

He grabbed his cock and placed the head to Cain’s opening.
The tight squeeze drew another groan from his throat. Cain tensed for a moment
then his opening relaxed a little, enough for Paxson to slide in.

“Nice and slow,” Cain whispered. Paxson nodded even though
his friend couldn’t see him. He eased back a little then continued his slow
forward thrust, going deeper.

He took his time. He hadn’t been kidding about the internet.
He’d looked up anal sex and knew he could hurt Cain if he wasn’t careful. Soon
though, Cain was moving with him, rocking back, silently giving Pax permission
to go harder.

The tight squeeze of Cain’s ass made him ready to blow and
Pax had to fight the urge to come. He wanted Cain to enjoy this. Hell,
he
didn’t want it to be over too soon.

Pax pushed up high on his knees and thrust in, a little
deeper and harder. Cain’s shout filled the room.

“That was good, right?” Pax asked.

Cain didn’t speak—just nodded—so Pax did it again. The tight
hole clenched around his shaft and he ground his teeth together, not wanting to
come too soon.

Cain gripped the bedspread and let his body absorb the
wicked pleasure.

Fuck, Pax was a fast learner. He pushed his cock in, once
again nailing Cain’s gland. Cain couldn’t stop his cry.

Paxson froze. “Fuck, am I hurting you?”

Cain shook his head. “No, I’m about to come. Now fuck me.”

The command seemed to work. Pax reared back and thrust in, a
little harder, a little deeper than before. Cain pumped his ass up, working
against Paxson’s cock.

Heat slid across his thigh—heat in the form of Heather’s
long slim fingers. She moaned as she kissed his shoulder and wrapped her hand
around Cain’s shaft.

“Fuck!” He moved against her grip, thrusting his cock into
the circle of her fingers, driving his ass back onto Paxson’s dick. Heaven.

Pax grunted and slammed in again. The sweet squeeze of
Heather’s fingers tightened in perfect timing and Cain couldn’t hold back any
longer. He cried out and spilled across the sheets.

Moments later Pax’s shout filled the room and he felt his
lover’s body tense. He moaned, loving the strong male body over his.

They hung there breathless for the moment, then slowly,
Paxson eased back, pulling his cock from Cain’s ass.

This was actually the moment Cain dreaded, after Paxson had
come and he’d realized what he’d actually done. But Pax’s hand patted his hip,
a comforting friendly tap as if to thank Cain.

Pax climbed off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.
He came back moments later, the condom gone and a damp washcloth in his hand.
Cain looked up, his surprise must have shown on his face.

“What? I told you I have the internet. I did a little
research.” Pax ran the warm cloth across Cain’s ass, wiping away the traces of
their fucking. Moments later he returned to the bathroom.

“Wow.” Heather’s whisper was the first sound she’d made in a
long time. Cain gripped his pillow and turned and looked at her.

“You okay?”

She nodded, her eyes still open wide.

“Too much?”

She shook her head.

“Sexy?”

This time she nodded.

Cain laughed. “Maybe we need to take care of you.”

She actually spoke. “I’m good.”

But the flush of her cheeks and the way she squirmed against
the mattress told a different story.

“You don’t look like it.”

Finally she met his stare. Blatant hunger sparkled in her
eyes. “I’m fine. Besides, after that? Neither of you is getting it up again any
time soon.”

Paxson came out of the bathroom, drying his hands on a
towel. He stopped at the edge of the bed. “What?”

“Heather is casting aspersion on our ability to fuck her
again tonight.”

“Well, she’s probably right.” Pax shrugged. “No way I’m
getting hard for a while.”

“Oh, well, yeah, me too,” Cain agreed. “But we don’t need to
use our cocks.”

Pax nodded. “I like that idea.” He reached out and grabbed
Heather by the ankle and dragged her to the side of the bed. She yelped as she
slid across the smooth sheets. “I’ve been waiting to taste this sweet pussy for
days.” He looked up, over Heather’s raised knee and stared at Cain. “Wanna
help?”

Relief filled Cain’s chest and he slid off the bed. “Oh
yeah.”

* * * * *

Heather’s phone chimed, dragging her from a deep, deep
sleep. Bodies shifted around her—the arm at her back dragging her closer,
holding her ass against his groin. The man at her front grunted, clearly
annoyed as he rolled over and grabbed the phone off the bedside table. He
swiped his finger across the screen.

“What?” A pause. “Yeah, she’s here.” Paxson shoved the phone
at Heather.

She blinked and took the plastic box in her hand. Her brain
blurred as Cain cuddled behind her, his hard cock swelling against her
backside.

“Heather?”

It took a moment to connect the voice. “Tasha?”

“Are you okay?” Tasha whispered.

“Sure, why not?”

“Well, some strange man just answered your phone and my
mother called asking about you and two guys and sex—which was frankly
mortifying—and the dress. It’s all very confusing.”

Cain’s hand slid up to cup her breast even as he rocked his
shaft against her backside. Paxson stretched back out, snuggling up against her
front and burying his head in the pillow. She would have thought he was going
right back to sleep except for the way his hand gripped her ass and squeezed.
Well, and the growing hard-on tapping her stomach.

“I’m fine.”

Cain chuckled. “You’re a hell of a lot more than fine,” he
muttered.

“Who is that?”

“No one.” She slapped her hand behind her, smacking Cain on
the hip.

Paxson raised his head and looked over Heather’s shoulder,
his eyes a little unfocused. “Ha, you’re no one.”

“Asshole.”

“Shh!”

“Did you just shush me?” Tasha asked.

“What? No. I shushed them, I mean him.”

“Them?” There was a pause. “So I take it you got out of the
dress.”

“Yes.”
Please don’t ask anything more. Please—

“And now
you’re
sleeping with two men?”

“Sort of?”

Cain laughed again and slid his hand down between her legs,
cupping her pussy. His fingers slid into her passage. “Fuck, she’s already
wet.”

Tasha’s voice rippled in the background but Heather found it
increasingly difficult to focus on what she was saying.

“Move your hand, man, that’s where I was heading,” Paxson
said.

“I got there first.”

“Dress only works with one man,” Tasha insisted.

“Huh? Right, one man.” The two hot bodies pressing in around
her belied that information but what could she do?

As soon as she mentally posed the question, her brain came
up with a dozen ideas…all involved Cain and Paxson. Various positions, shapes
and combinations—her and Cain, her and Paxson, Paxson and Cain. She moaned and
couldn’t stop the movement of her hips, fucking herself against the fingers
sliding into her cunt.

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