The Gift of Shayla (3 page)

He nodded. “Yes. You can put them on her. It pinches the nipple tight, drawing blood to the area. When we release them, she’ll experience a flood of pleasure.”

Rob could see the interest in his friend’s eyes and knew Adam had never used anything like this on a woman before. He wanted him to have the experience. “Be gentle. We don’t want to hurt her.” Adam hesitated, but Rob continued to talk him through the process. “If done right, it will bring her nothing but pleasure. Shayla’s been through this before and enjoys it. Just look at her nipples, how tight and ready they are to be clamped. She wants it.”

As he’d hoped, his friend’s eyes went straight to Shayla’s breasts, which were exquisite. They were full and firm without being too big. But best of all, they were very sensitive. Some women didn’t derive much pleasure from having their breasts touched. His wife wasn’t one of them.

“Press the bottom of the clip, and the top opens,” he prompted.

Adam followed his instructions and lowered his hand to Shayla’s left breast. Rob tweaked her nipple one final time before releasing it. He could feel his wife’s anticipation, the quivering of her limbs as she rested against him.

“Gently,” he said as Adam guided the clamp to her nipple and slowly released it.

Shayla bowed back, a low moan breaking from her lips.

“Do the other one.”

Adam was quicker this time. Surer. When the second clamp was in place, Rob walked around his wife to inspect her. The crystals hanging from the clamps glittered in the light. He reached out a finger and flicked them. Shayla cried out, her hips rocking in silent plea.

“She is so fucking hot.” Adam’s words were low and guttural.

“She certainly is.” He walked over to the dresser and picked up another clamp. “I have a clit clamp too.” He held up the clamp with pretty crystals hanging from it. They’d bought this set specifically for tonight to make it more festive.

Rob walked over and motioned to Adam. “Hold her pussy lips open.”

Adam didn’t even hesitate. He used his fingers to spread her labia wide. He was really getting into this. And so was Shayla. Her pupils were dilated as she watched the clamp dangling from his fingers.

“Tell me you want this.”

His wife opened her mouth and moaned. Rob shook his head. “You know the rules. If you want it you have to ask for it.”

She licked her lips and swallowed hard. “I want it. Clamp my clit. I want it. Hard.”

“That’s my girl.” Rob gave her sex a quick, light smack and quickly followed with the clamp. Shayla’s hips bucked as the pinchers closed over her distended clit.

“Does it hurt?” Adam was watching her writhe, but it was obvious he didn’t know if it was from pain or not.

“At first, but then it’s all about sensation, about pleasure.” Rob reached out to Adam and locked his hand around the back of his friend’s neck. He felt a slight hesitation as he pulled Adam’s head toward him. “There’s no going back,” he told him.

That was nothing less than the truth. There was no going back. For any of them.

Adam didn’t know who to watch—Rob or Shayla. He was torn between the two of them, wanting to experience everything. Like a miser, he wanted to store each sight, sound, smell, touch and taste to take out and replay again and again when he was alone in the future.

It was a bit of a shock to discover his best friend was into the whole dominant/submissive thing. But, when he thought about it, it fit with Rob’s personality. He liked to be in control. Always had. That the need for control extended to the bedroom was actually quite natural. It was also kinda hot to have him take charge like that.

Quiet, reserved Shayla surprised him. Not only was she willing to let Rob do whatever he wanted to her, she was willing to let him join them. Her generosity astounded him and he promised himself he wouldn’t do anything to make her regret her gift.

Shayla made quite the picture with shiny crystals hanging from her nipples and clit and a red ribbon tied around her neck. He hoped they weren’t hurting her. They didn’t seem to be. He knew his friend well enough to know that Rob would never do anything that would hurt Shayla. The love and respect he had for her was evident in his every look, every touch. That allowed Adam to relax and enjoy this novel experience.

This was his one and only shot to be with Rob. He wasn’t under any misconceptions this would happen again. Rob and Shayla were married, a couple. He was the outsider.

Rob’s hand was heavy on the back of his neck. His friend was right. There was no going back so he might was well enjoy every second of tonight.

He didn’t resist when Rob pulled him closer, wanting to see how he would handle this. As far as he knew this was a first for Rob. Adam didn’t close his eyes, wanting to see his friend’s blue eyes and thick lashes. Their lips met. It was so different from kissing a woman. Rob’s lips were firm. Another man might be hesitant, but not Rob. He thrust his tongue into Adam’s mouth.

Adam groaned as he got his first taste of the person he’d loved most of his life. He tasted the scotch they’d drank earlier, a hint of Shayla’s cream, mixed with something darker and earthier—Rob.

He’d kissed men before. Not many, but enough over the years to know this was something special. He’d never felt this connected to anyone before, male or female.

He closed his eyes and savored the flow of Rob’s tongue over his. He felt each caress all the way to his toes. The stubble on Rob’s jaw rubbed against his face as they angled their heads to get a better fit.

Then it was his turn to go on the offensive. Adam captured Rob’s face in his hands and held him while he plundered his mouth and sucked his tongue.

They were closer now. Adam didn’t know which one of them had moved, and it didn’t matter. The important thing was they were touching. Chest to chest. Belly to belly. Adam could feel the heavy weight of Rob’s cock against his stomach and knew Rob could feel his in return.

A low moan broke the silence and he pulled away from Rob. Shit, he’d forgotten all about Shayla. And from the dazed expression on his friend’s face, so had he.

Then Rob smiled. It started as a slight tilting of one corner of his mouth and quickly spread. It was a smile of promise. Of expectation.

“Hold that thought,” Rob told him. He went back to Shayla, took her face in his hands and kissed her. “Are you ready?”

She nodded. “And, by the way,” she said, her voice low and sultry, “that was hot as hell watching you two kiss.”

Heat crept up Adam’s cheeks, but he laughed. “There’s more where that came from,” he promised.

“Mmm, I hope so.”

Rob went behind his wife and positioned his fingers on the ends of the nipple clamps. “You handle the clit clamp,” he told Adam. “On my count.”

Adam knelt down to have a better view of what he was doing. And because Shayla had the sweetest pussy he’d ever seen. “I’m ready.”

“Three, two, one.”

Adam removed the clamp that was holding her clit. He glanced up and saw that Rob had done the same with the nipple ones.

Shayla moaned and cried out, her body shaking from head to toe. The tips of her breasts were red and distended. Her clit was in much the same condition. Acting on instinct, Adam lapped his tongue over the hard, red nub of nerves. Shayla screamed and he pulled back, afraid he’d hurt her.

“No.” She thrust her hips forward. “Don’t stop. So good.”

“I’m going to fuck her from behind. One or two strokes and she’ll come.”

Adam shifted so he could watch. Rob’s shaft was hard, the plum-shaped head glistening as he slowly sank into his wife’s body. He withdrew and pushed in again. Watching Rob’s cock pump in and out of Shayla’s cunt almost pushed him over the edge. If he didn’t do something soon, he’d come.

Closing his eyes, Adam clamped his fingers around the base of his shaft and squeezed. His sac was snug against his body, his balls tight and hard and ready to explode.

“Fuck,” he muttered. He didn’t want to come. Not yet.

He opened his eyes and focused on Shayla. Leaning forward, he lapped at her clit and was immediately rewarded with her cry of pleasure. Her entire body was jerked upward as Rob fucked her from behind.

Adam wanted to watch, but couldn’t. He didn’t want to come yet. Not without being inside one of them. Rob’s cock brushed against his chin on an in-stroke. Adam savored the sensation, wanting more than anything to be taking Rob’s shaft into his mouth. But this time was for Shayla.

“She’s coming,” Rob warned.

Adam curled his tongue around her clit, soothing it, stimulating it.

Shayla screamed and he felt the change in her, knew she was lost in the erotic sensations pounding through her body as her orgasm overtook her.

A short time later, Rob withdrew and leaned against the dresser. The entire length of his cock was slick with Shayla’s cream, but he hadn’t come. Adam was sure of that. Rob’s cock was hard and thick and he wanted to taste it.

Adam gave her clit one final swipe with his tongue and sat back on his heels. She was spent. Her skin was glistening with perspiration. Her head was bent and she was breathing heavily.

“Help me get her down from here,” Rob said.

Adam stayed on his knees and unhooked the velvet cuffs from around her ankles. Rob did the same with her hands, catching his wife when her knees gave out. Scooping her into his arms, he carried her to their large king-sized bed. Adam couldn’t make himself look away as Rob removed the cuffs from her wrists and ankles.

“Get me a damp cloth from the bathroom, will you?” Rob asked. “Make it warm.”

Adam struggled to his feet and staggered to the bathroom door. Leaning his hands on the marble vanity top, he stared at himself in the mirror. His mouth was damp, his hair disheveled. The throbbing in his cock was worse than the throbbing in his thumb the time he’d accidentally pounded it with the hammer. What the hell was he doing?

“Adam?”

Rob’s voice got him moving again. Whatever it was he was doing, he wasn’t about to stop. Not now. Not yet.

He wanted to suck Rob’s cock, feel it deep in his throat. He also wanted to feel Shayla’s cunt closing around his dick as he fucked her. Shit, he was a mess.

Dragging his fingers through his hair, he took a deep breath and let it go. He took one of the two facecloths hanging from a brushed-nickel rod and ran it under the tap until the water was warm. When it was totally wet, he squeezed out the excess water. At the last second, he grabbed one of the small towels too. Just in case.

Squaring his shoulders, he walked back into the bedroom ready to take whatever his friends were willing to offer him.

Shayla was propped comfortably on the bed when Adam entered the room. The red ribbon was still wrapped in a bow around her neck. Her thick dark braid was draped over one shoulder. She smiled at him and held out her hand.

A weight he hadn’t even realized was pushing down on him lifted. He’d been half afraid she might be done for the night and ready for him to leave. He held up the cloth like a peace offering.

“Why don’t you help Shayla get cleaned up?”

His gaze darted to Rob and back to Shayla. She nodded and he sat on the edge of the bed and started at her brow. She closed her eyes as he ran the cloth over her face and down her neck. “That feels good,” she murmured. He continued to stroke her skin, letting his fingers skim it along with the cloth. It was soft and smooth. He wanted to lick it.

His erection continued to throb, but Adam ignored it, focusing all his attention on Shayla as he stroked the cloth down her arms and over her torso. Her breath caught in her throat when the material grazed her nipples.

Adam could barely take his eyes off her. She truly was beautiful. He was happy she and Rob had found one another. He glanced at his friend and found him propped up against the headboard, hands resting on his belly, just above his swollen cock.

He wanted to taste that cock. Had wanted to for years.

As if he knew what Adam was thinking, Rob smiled. “Finish it.”

Adam brought his attention back to Shayla and carefully plied the cloth between her legs, wiping away the evidence of her earlier orgasms. She canted her hips toward him and murmured her thanks.

He tossed the cloth aside and wondered what would happen now. He was adrift here, never having been in this kind of situation before. Whether he’d been with a male or a female, it had always been a one-on-one encounter. This was very different. The two of them were here, now, and the feelings he had for them both were real and deep.

Adam swallowed back his misgivings and embraced the night. This was a gift, one he wasn’t stupid enough to refuse. Even if he wanted to, it was too late. They’d gone too far to turn back now.

The bed dipped and the sheets rustled. A small hand touched his chest. He looked deep into Shayla’s eyes and found only acceptance. “Why don’t you sit next to Rob?”

Considering the gift she’d already given him, he was ready to do whatever she asked him. It was never hard to give in to a beautiful, naked woman’s demands. And sitting next to a naked and aroused Rob wasn’t exactly a hardship.

She shifted out of the way, making room for him at the head of the bed. Adam levered himself up until his back hit the headboard. He took a moment to prop one of the pillows behind him.

Shayla faced them both, kneeling between them. She came up on her hands and knees and began moving toward him. A muscle below Adam’s left eye began to twitch and his hands clenched at his sides. Anticipation thrummed through him.

Leaning forward, she brought her lips to his. Soft and supple, they brushed over his. She tasted sweet, her touches more tentative than Rob’s had been. The contrast between the two set his heart pounding. He wanted them both.

As if she could hear the chaotic thoughts pinging around in his brain, she pulled back and smiled at him. “Don’t think so much, Adam. Just enjoy.”

Easy for her to say. Tomorrow morning she and Rob would still have one another while he would be alone again. For a moment, he almost resented their happiness. But then his heart kicked in and he knew how lucky he was. They were giving him his dream—a chance to finally be with Rob and to be with Shayla. How could he be anything but grateful?

Still there was a niggling in the back of his brain that warned him this could only end up with him getting hurt. So be it. Adam was willing to take the pain if it meant he finally got his heart’s desire.

Shayla’s mouth drifted away from his and across his jaw. She nibbled and licked her way down his neck and across his collarbone. His dick flexed as if waving at her to get her attention.

Her breasts swayed with every move she made. She worked her way down his chest, flicking his nipples with her clever tongue. She used her sharp white teeth to nip at his hip.

Please. Please. Please
. His chant was a silent one, but she was getting so close to his cock without touching it. He was going to go crazy if she didn’t touch him. Knowing that Rob was watching was an added turn-on. He was reluctant to look at his friend. Afraid if he did so, he’d lose what tenuous control he had and spill his seed onto his belly.

He felt the mattress shift beside him. A heavy male hand rested on his chest. Adam swiveled his head. The second he turned, Rob lowered his head and kissed him.

Hot, masculine lips took his in a searing kiss. Nothing delicate about this embrace. No hesitation. Rob might not have been with another male before but he obviously knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it.

Teeth clinked, tongues tangled. Adam raked his fingers through Rob’s hair, grasped a silky hank and held on. No way was he letting Rob go. Not yet. Not until he’d tasted his fill. He felt Rob’s lips move under his and realized his friend was smiling.

Adam eased back, not quite so rough now. He was desperate but didn’t want to come across that way. Not that Rob couldn’t tell. They knew one another too damn well.

He pulled back even farther, wanting to say something to his friend. Before he could get his mouth to work, a small hand grasped his dick and a silky tongue circled the head.
Shayla.

Adam groaned and arched his hips toward her mouth. He looked down and groaned again when he saw what a lovely picture she made. Naked, she knelt by his knees, one hand around the base of his erection while her tongue traced the sensitive ridge beneath the crown.

Her braid was draped across his knees and one of her breasts was pressed against his side.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?”

“Yes,” Adam gasped. Shayla pumped her hand up and down his hard length, stealing his ability to speak.

She glanced up at him and smiled just before she lowered her mouth over the head and sucked it inside.

“Fuck.” Adam pushed his dick further inside the moist cavern of her mouth. He gripped the sheets hard in his hands.

She pulled back slightly, lapping at the tip briefly before lowering her head again.

It certainly wasn’t the first time a woman had ever gone down on him, but Adam couldn’t remember another time that had felt so damn good.

“Your cock looks so hot and juicy sliding in and out of Shayla’s mouth.” Rob brushed his hand over the top of his wife’s head. “I’ll bet it tastes wonderful.”

She raised her head and licked her lips. “Salty and hard and hot.”

“I could take your word for it or try it myself.”

Adam had to bite his bottom lip to keep from pleading. He wanted Rob’s mouth on his cock, sucking him hard.
Shit.
He closed his eyes and counted to ten. If he wasn’t careful he wouldn’t last long enough for that to happen.

He didn’t want to push Rob to do something he might not be ready for. But, God, he wanted his friend’s lips wrapped around his dick. Had dreamed of it for years. He might be the one with sexual experience with other men, but he was going to let Rob set the pace, do whatever he was comfortable doing. Adam didn’t want to do anything that might break the mood.

He tried to control his breathing. It wasn’t easy, not with his blood pumping furiously through his veins, blocking out all sound except the heavy whoosh in his ears.

Shayla released his penis and sat back. Adam felt the mattress shifting.
Please
, he chanted over and over in his head.

“Look at me.” His friend’s voice was hard and low. Adam’s eyes popped open just in time to see Rob’s mouth close over the bulbous crown of his dick. It disappeared into his mouth. Rob’s shoulder-length silky black hair brushed against his shaft, sending licks of fire through Adam’s groin.

Never in his life had Rob expected to be going down on a guy. But after seeing Adam’s pleasure in having Shayla’s mouth on him, Rob was more than ready to try. He wanted to be the one making his friend moan. He wanted to be in control of Adam’s pleasure.

He closed his mouth over the wide head and dragged his tongue over the slit. Adam’s salty taste exploded on his tongue. Hard fingers gripped his hair. Obviously, Adam liked what he’d just done, so he did it again.

It was a strange sensation to have a man’s dick in his mouth, to feel the thick crown stretching his lips as he took him deeper. Rob wouldn’t do it for anyone other than Adam. This was different. Adam was his. Always had been. He’d just never understood the extent of his desire, his connection for his friend until now.

He closed his hand around the base of Adam’s shaft and roughly stroked. The dark blue veins that ran the entire length pulsed against his hand. Alive. Hot. He knew how he liked to be touched so that’s what he did to his friend. Adam rewarded him with a groan and a pump of his hips. Rob pulled back and blew on the bulbous head.

“Shit. You’re killing me, man.” Adam’s eyes were wide open, his gaze glued on Rob.

He licked his lips and Adam swore again. Pleased with the reaction, Rob lowered his head again and licked the crown before taking him deep. Rob turned his head and glanced at his wife, curious to know her reaction to this latest development. She was watching, her lips parted, her breath ragged. Her breasts were in her hands and she was using her thumbs and forefingers to tease the nubs. He winked at her and she smiled.

An overwhelming sensation of contentment blindsided him. Being here with his wife and best friend felt right. Made him feel complete.

Adam moved, pushing his cock deeper into Rob’s mouth, shattering his thoughts. Rob used his grip on Adam’s shaft to keep him from going too far. He knew his friend was nearing the edge of his control. Rob wanted to push him over. Wanting to be the one to make Adam yell with pleasure.

He worked his hand up and down the shaft all the while teasing the tip with his tongue and mouth. Every muscle in Adam’s body tensed. Rob traced the ridge around the head. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked. Hard.

Shayla slid her hand between Adam’s legs, cupped his testicles and rolled gently. Rob didn’t stop working the head of Adam’s cock.

“I’m coming,” Adam groaned.

Rob moved his hand faster, his hand gaining speed as he pumped. He raked his teeth over Adam’s hard length before sucking it deep one final time. The head bumped the back of Rob’s throat.

There was a ripple in his shaft and Rob knew this was it. He thought about pulling away. Adam would understand. But Rob wanted to experience everything. Semen filled his mouth and he swallowed. Adam yelled his name and jerked his hips upward. Rob milked his friend’s cock until he knew there wasn’t anything left for him to give. Adam’s hand relaxed its grip on Rob’s hair and slid to the mattress with a soft thump.

Slowly, Rob released him, sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The experience was much different than he’d imagined it would be. There was none of the awkwardness he’d expected. He ran his tongue over the inside of his mouth, tasting Adam. It was much like when he went down on Shayla. There was a deep sense of satisfaction, of giving his partner what she needed, or in this case, what he needed. He liked the fact he was the one to make Adam come.

“Salty and hot. Shayla was right.”

Shayla laughed and shifted on the bed so she could nestle against him. Rob laughed with her and fell back against the mattress, bringing her with him. She came to rest between the two men. Her butt was pressed against Adam’s hip while her front was rubbing against him. Rob threw an arm around her and held her close.

In this moment, he loved her more than he ever had. And he’d thought it was impossible to love her any more than he already did.

She was special. A one-of-a-kind lady.

Adam was spent. His hair was damp and several shaggy locks stuck to his forehead. His lips were parted, his chest was heaving. Sweat dampened his skin. Hot, sweaty and naked had never been this appealing to Rob before. Having the three of them in bed together felt as natural as breathing.

Adam decided if he died now, he’d be a happy man. He’d never had an orgasm like that in his entire life. He’d dreamed of having Rob’s mouth and lips on him, having Rob suck him off, but the reality far surpassed anything his imagination had been able to conjure.

He’d had other partners do the same thing—both male and female—but it had never felt anything like what he’d just experience. This was richer. Deeper.

That’s because you love him, stupid
.

There was no denying that fact, although he’d never say the words out loud. A night of hot sex was one thing, a declaration of love quite another. Adam had enough on the line as it was. Who knew what tomorrow would bring? But that was still hours away and he refused to spoil the moment.

Exhausted, he lay against the pillows, totally spent, his heart pounding. Shit, he still couldn’t wrap his brain around what had just happened.

Rob and Shayla were lying next to him. He could feel Rob’s gaze on him but he wasn’t ready to face him. Not yet. Adam threw an arm over his eyes and concentrated on getting his breath back.

“Don’t fall asleep, Adam. We’re not done yet.” The sensual invitation in Rob’s voice had Adam’s cock stirring again. Which should have been impossible. The damn thing was still semi-aroused even though he’d just come.

Adam finally lowered his arm and turned his head on the pillow. Rob was lying with his hands propped behind his head. Shayla was toying with Rob’s chest hair, occasionally kissing one of his nipples.

“I’ve got a little problem here,” Rob began.

Shayla giggled. “Nothing little about it.”

Adam’s gaze shot downward. Sure enough, Rob was still fully aroused. He glanced back at Rob’s face and his friend nodded.

Adam didn’t hesitate. This was something else he’d always dreamed about. He wanted to feel Rob’s dick in his hand, learn his shape and what pleased him. He wanted to taste Rob’s flesh and swallow his come.