Authors: Faye Avalon
She would never have believed herself in this
situation, never expected to keep two men entertained for one whole night all
by herself. Yet here she was.
As much as she had, and still was, enjoying
herself, she couldn’t help the tiny shiver of disappointment at Ethan’s response
when she’d asked him if he was okay with Marco’s request to join them again.
Part of the reason she’d allowed herself to enjoy Marco was because she believed
it really was a one off and that Ethan would want it to return to just the two
of them.
It seemed he preferred the adventure and
excitement of a threesome.
And right then it was difficult to deny she
wasn’t enjoying the ménage herself as Marco’s fingers dug into her backside,
pressing her up further against Ethan’s invading fingers. Her pussy throbbed
with need, her slick folds pulsing against Ethan’s hand.
Marco’s hand moved down the back of her thigh
until his fingers cupped the crease of her knee. He coaxed her to bend her
knee, then raised her bent leg up and out to the side, exposing her further to
Ethan’s determined fingers.
Ethan removed his mouth from her breast and
kissed her with a passion that stole what was left of her breath.
Reaching out, she found Ethan’s hard, pulsating
cock. Slowly, she began to work him, sliding her hand the full length of his
erection until he moaned against her mouth.
Not to be left out, Marco’s fingers slid around
the wrist of her free hand and he guided her to his own prick.
She wrapped her hand around him and in unison
worked her two men until their groans filled the room.
When she gauged they were both near climax, she
released them. With reluctance, she removed Ethan’s fingers from her pussy and
scrambled up between the men onto her knees. “Now you two boys stay right where
you are.” She pressed a palm to each of their chests and eased them onto their
backs. “I intend having a little fun of my own with you.”
Neither of them replied, their muscular chests
heaving as they watched her with hooded eyes.
With a slight smile, she reached out to the
cabinet where Marco had placed her water. Lifting the glass, she took a swig then
dipped her fingers into the cool water and slid her moist fingers down Marco’s
chest. Her smile turned wicked when he jerked at her touch. She bent and
pressed her mouth to Marco’s abdomen, then turned to Ethan, whose wary gaze
made her laugh.
“Boot’s on the other foot now, lover. Can you
handle it?”
Ethan’s eyes followed her fingers as they
dipped into the glass again. “Give it your best shot, green eyes. Just know
that whatever you’ve got in mind, it can’t be as depraved as what’s in mine
right now.”
Since his eyes fell between her legs, she
didn’t need to think too hard about what thoughts he harbored and her pussy
throbbed in anticipation. She dipped her fingers into the glass once more,
wiggling them around in the water. When he reached between her legs, she
slapped his hand away, sending a spray of water over her legs. “Hands to
yourself. Or I’ll make you pay.”
With a sly grin, he folded his arms and raised
them over his head, using them like a pillow. She returned his grin, then
pointedly turned her attention back to Marco.
“Since you’ve been a good boy, you get to go
first.”
Marco blew out a breath. “Halleluiah.”
Raising the glass over Marco’s abdomen, she
slowly tipped it until water trickled down onto his flat stomach. “Shit.” He
almost jackknifed as his muscles tensed. ”That water’s cold,
bella
.”
“So was the ice cube, but did you hear
me
complain?”
Marco closed his eyes. “Not complaining. Simply
making an observation.”
“Hey. Remember me?”
Amber turned to look into Ethan’s shuttered
gaze. “Oh, I haven’t forgotten you.” And with that she poured water onto
Ethan’s flat abdomen, receiving the same jerky response as Marco’s when the icy
liquid hit his hot flesh.
“He’s right,” Ethan complained. “That’s fucking
cold.”
“Babies,” Amber chastised. “Why don’t you let
me make it better?”
She bent and ran her tongue along Ethan’s
abdomen, trailing the water over his toned muscles, into the dip of his navel, and
then down to the base of his erection. When he hissed, she slowly raised her
head until she hovered at the tip of his cock. She opened her mouth and let her
warm breath flow over him, each exhale making his stomach muscles clench. She
used her tongue to tease as she held it centimeters from contact with his hard
length.
“Fuck, Amber.”
His low growl encouraged her to continue what
she was doing and it felt good to know her actions could arouse him so fast, so
hard. So much for her not being any good at this.
“How about making me feel better,
bella
?”
She sat back, grinned at Ethan who glared at
her. Then she turned to Marco. “Well, since you’ve been a good boy, waiting
patiently like you have.”
She lowered her head and began the slow slide
of her tongue along Marco’s abdomen, following the same path to his navel and
down to the base of his erection. This time, when she held her mouth open at
his cock, she let her tongue make contact with the tip. At Marco’s groan, she
opened her mouth wider and started taking him in.
She pulled him deeper into her mouth, tasting
the salty texture of his skin and the pre cum at the head of his cock. Marco’s
appreciation of her efforts was pretty vocal and Amber couldn’t help but feel
smug that she was giving him such pleasure. Hell. Being with these two men had
increased her confidence in the sack to mammoth proportions.
Above Marco’s breathy approval, she was aware
of Ethan’s dark curse. Suddenly aware he had shifted, she felt him behind her. His
hands landed on her hips, fingers digging in, before he coaxed his knee between
her thighs and nudged her own knees apart. With her ass in the air, Amber felt
Ethan’s cock slide along the seam of her backside before dipping between her
legs. He pressed the tip against her pussy and started to push inside.
Unsteady, as Ethan began to thrust into her, Amber
levered her hands either side of Marco’s hips and continued to pump him with
her mouth. But she needed to get closer to Ethan, needed to feel the heat of
his body close to hers.
As if he knew what she wanted, Ethan pulled
back on Amber’s hips as he thrust, bringing her closer to him.
She levered back as far as she could without
taking her mouth from Marco’s cock. She could feel Ethan’s chest against her
back and her own chest filled with so much emotion she felt her eyes sting.
As he continued to thrust into her, Amber could
only go with the rush that filled her heart as surely as Ethan filled her body.
Ethan
.
Physically, she wanted both these men, enjoyed
what they could do to her body.
Emotionally, she wanted only Ethan, and knew
only he could do what he did to her heart.
Chapter Twelve
Amber smiled
lazily as Marco entered the bedroom and placed the customary glass of water
next to her wine on the bedside cabinet.
Each Saturday
night for the past month, their post-sex ritual had been the same. While Ethan
took a shower, Marco made the drinks. Post coital sustenance he called it,
which made Amber laugh and Ethan grimace.
Weeknights Amber
went to Ethan’s or she cooked supper and they stayed at hers. She loved
weeknights, when it was just the two of them. Weekends, they stayed at Marco’s.
She loved weekends, too. For different reasons.
She loved the
sex. God, how she loved it. It was hard not to, with two gloriously hot men
administering to her tirelessly. But she hated how introvert it made Ethan. He
was different during the week; open, tender, and they often talked into the
night. Yet at weekends, when Marco joined them, he seemed more circumspect,
less…loving.
This weekend he
was positively moody. It had been building during the week, making Amber
speculate that things were cooling between them.
Not on her part,
of course. Hell, she had fallen too hard for Ethan and if anything what she
felt for him grew by the hour. But Ethan definitely seemed more distant,
distracted.
“
Bella
, you’re thinking too much.”
Sliding in next to her, Marco tapped her temple. “Perhaps I should distract you
from whatever has put those tiny lines between your eyebrows.”
Amber turned her
head to look at him. He was always languid and playful after the first round of
sex, but as the night wore on he became more and more exhausted until sleep
claimed him with a vengeance and he was out until morning. Sometimes, Ethan
would wake her in the night and they would make love while Marco barely
stirred. She loved those times.
“Amber?”
“Hmm?” She
realized she’d been drifting back into her thoughts again, but smiled now.
“Sorry, what did you say?”
“That I should distract
you.” His hand slipped beneath the duvet. “Now what, I wonder, would be the
best course of action.” His fingers wrapped around her wrist and he drew her
hand to his cock.
She felt it
harden as she curled her fingers around its wide girth. “What am I supposed to
do with this?” she asked, laughing when he jerked as she tightened her hold.
“What you’re
doing is working pretty well.”
She continued to
rub him, light and slow, noting how his breathing intensified and all his
muscles began to bunch. Sure signs that he was hurtling toward the edge.
“Shouldn’t we wait for Ethan?”
“He doesn’t wait
for me.”
Well, no. He
didn’t. Amber wanted to grin as she thought of Ethan’s possessive streak and
how he often liked to whisk her upstairs to get the weekend started while Marco
finished pushing out the last of the stragglers before locking up the bar.
“You’re losing
your focus,
bella mia.”
Marco
illustrated his point by covering her hand with his, encouraging her to
continue the steady pump. When his breath hitched, he pulled her hand away.
“I’m too close,” he said and shifted until he knelt between her bent knees.
“Your turn.”
The duvet slid
away, causing tiny shivers to glide over Amber’s sensitive flesh. She could
hear the sound of the shower and knew Ethan wasn’t about to join them any time
soon. She felt a little uneasy at the thought, and realized that she and Marco
had never actually been alone together before, at least not for longer than the
time it took Ethan to visit the bathroom.
Marco eased his
knees apart, opening her to him. With his dark gaze on hers, he pushed two
fingers into her opening.
Amber arched,
but held her body stiff as Marco continued to push inside her. Her pelvis
clenched as he began a slow, steady thrust of his fingers, his eyes darkening
to black as his eyelids grew heavy and hooded.
Bloody hell he
was good, so good that Amber struggled to keep focused as she tried to sift
through her feelings. It felt really weird not to have Ethan holding her, to be
purring in her ear that she was fantastic and how much he was turned on
watching her or how beautiful she was. It felt empty somehow, not right at all.
“Marco. We should wait for Ethan.”
“He takes so
damn long in that shower. By the time he’s finished I could have got you off at
least twice.”
He moved down
her body, pushing her knees wider and parting her wet folds with his thumbs.
The first touch
of his hot tongue pushed any coherent thought from her head and she cried out.
She wanted to relax, to let it happen, but she just couldn’t shift the troubled
thought that she wanted Ethan here. Holding her.
She fought
against closing her eyes but as the first orgasm ripped through she couldn’t
stop her heavy eyelids lowering.
As she began to drift back down, Marco reached
for a condom from the pile on the table and soon the first nudge of his
erection prodded at her opening.
Again, the sense of unease, of everything being
out of kilter shook her as much as the orgasm she’d just experienced.
With one powerful thrust, Marco was inside her.
As he began to move in long, deep thrusts,
Amber heard the silence as the shower clicked off.
Thank God
, she thought as she felt herself
spiral upwards again. Easier now, she clung to Marco’s shoulders as she willed
the bathroom door to open and for Ethan to join them.
Marco cried out as he came, his fast, urgent
bursts spilling into the condom.
At that moment, the door opened and Ethan came
into view, one towel wrapped around his waist while he used another to dry his
hair. He halted in the doorway, the hand that rubbed his hair stilling as if
frozen in time.
Amber reached out her hand, beckoning for him
to join them, but he didn’t move. She felt a brush of something cold and
unwelcoming trickle through her.