A Risk Worth Taking (5 page)

“Get up on your knees,” he commanded as he reached over to
the cup on the nightstand and grabbed a condom. He couldn’t wait for the day
she took him bare inside her, as she did Matt. But he would wait for her to
trust him. He rolled the rubber down his shaft.

“Keep your head on your hands.” He ordered as she spread her
legs farther apart, giving him greater access. He sat back on his heels,
gripping his cock. She was wet, and he anointed his cock in her essence before
rubbing the head around her clit, then back up to the tiny rosebud of her ass.

“I’m going to fuck your ass this weekend,” he warned her,
and watched the tiny rosebud contract at his words. They had bought a couple of
plugs, each bigger than the last and Matt had been diligent to plug her ass
each night for a little while. He wished he hadn’t been working. He would have
liked to have watched that. “You are ready for my cock aren’t you?”

He slid one hand between her legs and flicked her clit as he
rubbed his cock against her crease, the head teasing her rosebud on the
upstroke. Soon she was panting and pressing herself into his hand. He quickly
changed the angle and plunged into her pussy just as the orgasm washed over
her.

He groaned, feeling her clench on him. He knew they were
crazy, the three of them, to try this, but he didn’t care. He wanted it all,
and right now he wanted to possess the woman beneath him. The woman who
accepted their needs even as she fought her own.

He pounded into her, sinking his cock deeper and deeper. He
lifted her hips, changed the angle, and his cock nudged her cervix. He felt her
flinch, and part of him didn’t care. But part of him did. “Too much?”

“Don’t you dare fucking stop.” She growled.

He laughed, but it turned into a groan as she clamped down
on him again. She bore down on him, the harsh edge of her pubic bone grinding
against him. She came again, screaming into the blanket. He came in long,
powerful contractions.

His heart was pounding, blood rushing through his body. He
was euphoric, convinced that they could make this work. He rolled to the side,
taking her with him. His cock was still buried inside her, half hard. He liked
the feel, but he also needed to do something about the damn condom. He rolled
away only long enough to dispose of it in a Kleenex then he wrapped his arms
around her and snuggled her close.

“I love you,” she whispered, pressing a kiss on his wrist
where it held her against him. “I love you both.”

“I think I started falling in love with you from Matt’s
descriptions of you on the phone. He was always texting me about some funny
thing you said or did. I met you and I felt like I knew you. You were everything
I wanted and everything I thought I couldn’t have.”

She didn’t reply, just pressed her lips against his arm
again.

“But I have you, don’t I? I have you both?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Then let’s go convince Matt that we are three, not
two-and-one of any combination. Think you can help me do that?”

She turned in his arms, coming face-to-face with him. She
looked at him carefully, her hand tracing the lines on his face. He closed his
eyes and stayed quiet while she let her hands roam over his face and neck. It was
the touch of her fingers to his lips that made him open his eyes.

“We don’t flaunt but we don’t hide, and fuck those who don’t
understand,” she said finally.

He grinned, kissing her fingers. “Fuck ’em.”

Don’t flaunt, but don’t hide. That was so much easier said
than done. Travis shook his head as he settled into the patio chair and looked
out at the changing color of the trees across the river. The weather was
surprisingly warm for the end of September.

It turned out that his coworker David Troy’s wife worked for
the same school division as Fiona and David had suggested today that the two of
them come over to their place for a drink before the big school barbecue.

He had stalled, saying he wasn’t sure what Fi’s practice
schedule was because they still hadn’t discussed what to do about the barbecue.
Fi had finally convinced them that it was informal enough that they could go
together, keep it friendly and no one would question it.

But the invitation from Troy and his wife was definitely a
couples’ function. He said he’d text if they were able to make it.

It was so much easier with their friends who knew them
before Fiona. It was a foregone conclusion that the three of them would be
invited to any event. Their friend Annie, who had sold him his condo, had even
suggested last night when they ran into her at the grocery store that the
market was hot if he was looking to get rid of his condo. Not that he had moved
in formally with Matt and Fiona, but he hadn’t gotten any further in his
unpacking downstairs either.

“This is the grumpiest I’ve seen you in weeks.”

Travis turned to look at Matt, who stood inside the patio
door. He held up a Starbucks cup for him. He frowned, but got up and came inside.
“I’m not grumpy.”

“Whatever you say,” Matt replied casually, handing Travis
the extra hot, half caff, grande vanilla latte he’d picked up for him on the
way home. Then he continued putting away the few groceries he had picked up.

Travis leaned a hip against the end of the kitchen counter
and watched Matt. He wore a long-sleeved striped dress shirt, open over a navy
T-shirt and dark-blue jeans. The shirt was fitted and showed the new bulk
across his shoulders from the extra time they’d spent at the gym this summer.

He put down the latte. “Come here,” he said to Matt. “I’m
sorry I didn’t give you a better welcome home.”

Matt frowned at him for an instant as he put a carton of
milk in the fridge, then a smile tugged the corner of his lips and he crossed
the kitchen. “I’m sorry too,” Matt apologized, wrapping his arms around Travis’
waist. “I didn’t mean to get you on the defensive as soon as I walked in.”

Travis wrapped his arms around Matt’s back, and shook his
head. “It’s fine. I’ve just been in a mood today.” He gave in to the craving to
kiss Matt’s pouty lips, reveling in the way his friend responded to him. His lips
opening beneath his tender onslaught, their tongues parrying with each other.
Matt tasted like the pumpkin spice lattes he favored in the fall, and it made Travis
smile when they finally came up for air.

Matt’s hands slid lower on Travis’ ass and he rubbed his
hips against him. “Maybe I can make your day better.”

“You have an idea how to do that.” His cock was already
getting hard.

“You’ve been home one hundred and ten days and I’ve yet to
taste your cock.”

“I can’t believe you’re still counting.” He shook his head.

“I can’t believe it’s been more than three weeks since the three
of us came together but we still haven’t taken any time to ourselves.”

“We usually have our hands full with the most perfect tits
either of us have ever seen.”

“Right now, I’d rather have my hands full of your cock.”

“Then what’s stopping you?” Travis narrowed his eyes in
challenge.

Matt gave a predatory grin and then caught Travis’ lower lip
in a quick love bite. Travis groaned as Matt trailed bites across his jaw and
neck, then bit into the strong tendon of his shoulder.

Travis loved how tactile Matthew was. His hands were
everywhere. Over his T-shirt and under at once. He didn’t stop to savor though,
he was on a mission and Travis was happy to go along on this ride. It had been
too long since he’d felt Matt’s lips wrapped around his cock, his sure hands
palming his balls, stroking his ass.

More than once after he moved away, he’d fallen asleep thinking
of Matt’s mouth, and woken only when his come began to cool on his skin.

“I’ve missed fucking your mouth.”

Matt gave a throaty chuckle. “Is that how it’s going to be?
You think you’re in charge right now?”

“I’m always in charge.” He wrapped his hand around Matt’s
neck and gave a subtle squeeze. His other hand went to the mighty erection Matt
was sporting. He palmed his length through the denim. It was Matt’s turn to
groan.

“No,” he complained as he pushed Travis’ hand away. “It’s my
turn. But if you’re going to be so impatient, I can move it along.” Matt’s hand
also palmed the front of Travis’ jeans. “You want it bad, don’t you?”

“Always,” Travis gritted through his teeth, as he squeezed
Matt’s neck a little tighter. His other hand gripped the countertop.

Matt already had Travis’ jeans open and his hand slid inside
his underwear, a featherlight touch against his heated flesh. With an equally light
kiss against Travis’ lips, Matt slipped from his grasp and dropped to his knees
in front of him. Travis now gripped the counter with both hands as Matt’s hot
breath warmed his flesh through the layer of cotton between them.

Matt slid the jeans and underwear down, letting Travis’ cock
spring free. With a hungry look up at Travis, he took the hard throbbing length
into his mouth, his hands palming his testicles in a rough grip.

Travis sighed as Matt worked his mouth down to the root of
his cock in a practiced move. But then they’d had years to learn this. “I know
how bad you need this, don’t you, Matt?”

Travis loved his strangled groan, and continued. “You love my
cock in your mouth. How full I make you. Did you miss having my cock to run
your tongue over, to swallow down?”

As he asked the question, Matt swallowed against his cock,
squeezing the tip with throat, before retreating, grinding his balls together.

“Were you so lonely for it that you had to find another?” Travis
regretted the question as soon as he’d asked it. He had no right to ask. “I’m
sorry.” He sighed as Matt withdrew his lips from his cock.

Matt replaced his lips with a firm hand, and looked up at Travis,
even as he continued to jack him with his fist. “You are the only man I’ve ever
wanted. So the answer is no, but I know you can’t say the same.”

Travis squeezed his eyes shut. Fuck, he couldn’t, and Matt knew
it. He’d had a few other guys suck him off during college, and had even fucked
one of them, long before he’d fucked Matt the first time. But that wasn’t the
question Matt was asking now, and Travis chafed that Matt would so easily
assume that he had other men when he’d moved out west. That he’d let them suck
him off.

“How many?” Matt asked, as his hand continued to work over Travis.
Travis felt his precum making the slide of Matt’s hand easier as he pumped it
in his fist.

“Twice,” Travis confessed, his eyes still locked to Matt’s.
He saw what he thought was relief there. “They could never make up for losing
you.”

Matt laughed. “Of course they fucking couldn’t.” Matt
squeezed a little harder on the down stroke and Travis’ breath caught. Matt had
stolen a few of his tricks. “And women?”

They had already discussed this. The few nameless hookups
Travis had been driven to after Matt texted about how blissfully happy Fiona
made him. They had meant nothing. Just a warm body to sink into for a few
minutes. That’s right. He hadn’t even spent the night. “No one could compare to
you and Fiona.”

“That’s better,” Matt told him. “Now fuck me. Use me. Take
my mouth as hard as you want to take her pussy.” Matt slid his hands to Travis’
hips and Travis buried a hand in his hair.

Travis closed his eyes as he pumped in and out of Matt’s
hot, wet mouth. His world consumed with the wet juicy sound, Matt’s desperate
moans and his own heavy breaths. He wanted it to last, but he knew it wouldn’t.
His balls were burning with the need to come.

He opened his eyes to look down at his lover but another
movement caught his attention. Fiona was standing in the shadows of the
hallway. Her skin was flush with arousal as she watched his cock plunder Matt’s
mouth.

Travis could feel himself grin. He threw his head back to hide
it. To hide how empowering it felt to know that he had these two beautiful
people to love him. Want him. A shiver traveled up his cock and he pressed deep
into Matt’s throat. Matt swallowed against him, drinking down his cum. Matt had
told him often enough how he loved the taste of him, and Travis loved the wild
abandon Matt’s mouth brought him to.

Matt leaned back on his heals, licking his lips, and smiling
up at Travis.

“I’d tell you that was heaven but I think we have someone
else who needs your attentions.” He nodded over Matt’s shoulder, and Matt
turned his head. Fiona looked like a deer caught in the headlights of their
smoldering gaze.

Matt turned from where he knelt on the floor. He hadn’t heard
her come home. Then again, his attention had been riveted to the hard dick he’d
had in his hands and down his throat. God, he loved sucking Travis. Even before
Travis had become comfortable and curious enough to reciprocate, he’d had no
qualms about letting Matt sink to his knees in front of him.

As he looked at Fiona now, noting the soft flush of arousal across
her chest, the color in her cheeks and her rapid, shallow breath. A grin as feral
as any Travis had ever given him spread across his own lips.
She likes what
she sees,
he thought.

“Go get her,” Travis whispered.

With a graceful move, Matt was on his feet and across the
room. She was holding her arms up to him as he reached her and lifted her into his
arms, his hands wrapping beneath her ass as she wound her legs around his hips.
His lips crushed hers, bruising and breathless. She moaned against his lips and
he knew she tasted Travis in his mouth. She sank into his kiss.

He stalked down the hall with her in his arms. She was light
and warm, and everything that he had come to need and want in the last year.
And he knew he was a bastard, asking her to share that with the both of them,
but he knew in his heart Travis needed her as much as he did.

In the bedroom, he slid her down his body until her feet
touched the ground. He could hear Travis in the hall behind him, ducking into
the bathroom.
He better be getting the lube and condoms,
Matt thought,
because they were going to have her together. He’d never wanted anything more
than he wanted to share her with Travis, right now.

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered her. “Slowly.” His
breath was ragged with need as he began to strip off his own clothes. He went slowly
too, matching his movements to her.

Her blouse. His shirt. Her pants. His jeans.

She paused as her hands reached behind her to unhook her
bra. The position pushed her breasts forward deliciously, and a growl came from
the doorway. Travis had joined them.

“Do it, baby,” Matt encouraged. “Show him those beautiful
tits. He called them perfection. He was so hungry for them, his mouth was
watering. I kissed him and I could taste how much he needed you.”

He watched her eyes slide closed and she released the hooks.
Her breasts popped free, heavy and glorious. Her nipples were hard rosy nubs.
He licked his lips.

“You want them too,” Travis teased. He was standing behind
Matt and he lifted Matt’s T-shirt, stripping it away.

“They are fucking perfect.”

Fiona flushed a deeper pink and she squirmed under their
scrutiny, but she knew better than to hide herself. With his hands still on Matt’s
shoulders, Travis told her, “She saved the best for last.” He squeezed Matt’s
shoulders.

“Show us that beautiful pussy.”

She slid the panties down her legs as Travis’ hands slid
down Matt’s back, snagging his boxer briefs on his way. Matt stepped out of the
underwear.

“Give me your panties,” Matt ordered, watching her bite her
lip. She wasn’t used to him taking control like this, but as she shifted from foot
to foot, he knew she liked it. The panties were the final proof. They were
soaking wet.

He licked them and groaned. “You are so fucking sweet.”

“She is all sugar and spice and everything nice,” Travis
agreed, stepping more closely behind Matt. Close enough Matt could feel Travis’
erection press against his buttocks. He passed the panties to Travis, who
growled with appreciation.

“We are going to take you tonight,” Matt told her. “Tonight
you are ours. In every way. No turning back. Are you sure that’s what you want?
This is the last chance I can give you to back out. Once we have you, we will
never want to let you go. You understand that?”

He made the offer but he didn’t know what he would do if she
said no. She couldn’t say no. He felt Travis grip his hand reassuringly.

“Matthew,” she called to him, and he realized he had closed
his eyes, dreading her answer. “I want you. I want you and Travis. Here
tonight, and in my life. Every day, every night. I want to go to sleep in your
arms and wake up in them. I love you. And when I say you, I mean both of you.
Whatever comes our way.”

He felt Travis’ sigh of relief. He sighed too. “Then there’s
no turning back, babe. I’m going to take your pussy while Travis fucks your
ass. And you are going to come screaming between us. How does that sound?”

Her body shuddered with excitement. “Fucking amazing.” She
smiled, and he knew she would give as good as she ever got. Fucking amazing
indeed, that she was theirs.

Matt captured her in his arms, driving her down onto the
bed, his lips feasting on her flesh wherever he found it, his hands constantly
moving. He conquered and smothered, and overwhelmed her, and by the time he
rolled onto his back, she was panting hard, desperate in her need as she
straddled his hips. She slid her pussy back and forth on his cock head,
anointing it with her juice.