“God,” he swore, covering his face. He needed half a dozen cocks to do everything he wanted to those two.
He glanced back over his shoulder to the house. He was far enough away to see the whole structure. The windows of the bedroom wing glowed gold, the only ones lit up. He knew how sweet Trey was, how he crept into a person’s heart and made them want to keep him forever. Could Zane leave Rebecca to his charms? No matter how off balance he felt right now, didn’t he want to stake a claim on her too?
His erection throbbed out a
hell yeah, you do
.
Maybe Trey was right. Maybe Zane had issues about exposing his “gay” side. If he wanted to enough, he’d get over them.
“Can’t do that out here,” he muttered.
Squaring his shoulders, he prepared himself for battle. He kind of had to. He wanted them both too much to remain where he was.
In the end, he’d girded himself for nothing. He’d stayed out too long. Trey and Rebecca were asleep, spooned back to front in the big California king. So hard he was shaking, Zane cursed his luck. Trey slept naked, but Rebecca wore one of Trey’s T-shirts. Trey’s arm wrapped her waist, his chin tucked above her blonde head. Already he was putting his mark on her.
Don’t be an idiot
, he chided. Trey didn’t think that way. He wasn’t half as competitive as Zane. Rebecca probably had been cold—what with Trey’s fondness for cranking up the A/C. Zane stripped down to skin. He told himself he wasn’t trying to match Trey for seductiveness. This was how he went to bed. Because there was room, he slipped under the covers in front of Rebecca.
She made a kitten noise in her sleep.
Zane’s cock thought it sounded sexy. An ache pulsed hard in his groin, his balls starting to draw up, which reminded him what she’d done with Trey’s Calvin Kleins. He screwed his eyes shut against that image. Christ, he wasn’t going to be able to sleep like this. He wasn’t even certain he could lie still. Gritting his teeth, he reached for his erection. His palm was dry, which wasn’t his preference, but squeezing the rigid pole still felt good. Rubbing it was
too
good. His nerves were sensitized from waiting, his stored-up come ready to boil out. Probably, he should get up and do this in the bathroom. Trying to control his breathing would be impossible.
Then Rebecca squirmed forward and snuggled him, her soft breasts flattening on his back.
Pre-cum squirted from his tip at the sudden jump in his excitement.
“Zane?” she mumbled against his shoulder.
He froze, then overruled his teenage-style urge to pretend he was asleep. “I’m awake.”
Her hand followed his forearm to the pounding erection his fingers gripped. “Mm, yes, you are.”
His fist let go. He turned and kissed her—soft, deep, stroking his tongue against hers and sucking. She hummed again, sleepily, her top leg sliding over his. His cock bumped her belly, the slit leaking more excitement. Rebecca might not be quite awake, but he knew he couldn’t resist her instinctive welcome. He had to take her now.
“Two seconds,” he said, and reached into the nightstand drawer.
The movement roused her. Rebecca came up on one elbow.
“Boy,” she said, watching him cover his raging prick. “You two are quick at that.”
The comparison to Trey aroused him, maybe more than made sense.
“I can’t wait much longer,” he warned.
She opened her arms to him.
He spread her thighs and moved between them.
He slid balls deep in a single stroke.
She was hot and soft and he could have pounded to his finish in ten seconds. She stopped him with a subtle wince.
“Sore?” he asked.
She shook her head and flushed. “What Trey did in the garage left me tender. Your penetration felt . . . extra good. I really knew you were going in.”
Oh he didn’t need that match tossed onto his sexual coals. Her words had the same effect as a flurry of pumping strokes. Then she pressed her hips closer.
“Fuck,” he swore, the tingle of impending orgasm buzzing up his tailbone. “Hold still a minute. I am too fucking close.”
She stopped mid-wriggle and smiled at him. “What if I am too?”
He didn’t think she was lying. Besides the squirm she’d cut short, her sheath twitched around him in small contractions, her pussy growing wetter by the second. Her fit felt like heaven around his cock. He guessed it did to her too. As if she couldn’t help it, she shifted her legs to let him deeper. The head of his cock prodded her cervix.
“
Fuck
,” he repeated, his penile skin stretched so tight it stung.
If that weren’t enough to test him, Trey stirred and began waking. “Hey, buddy,” he said, husky and half asleep. “You came back.”
He put his hand on Zane’s back, a friendly gesture that nearly took his skull off with arousal. Zane groaned at the pain gathering in his balls.
“Uh,” Trey said, sensing there was a problem. “Should I back off?”
Zane shook his head tightly. “Just . . . don’t do more right now. I’m about to lose it.”
Trey accepted this as the reason. “Okay.” His hand rubbed just a little. “You need to do your own thing with her. I get that.”
Zane wasn’t sure what he needed, except to come as soon and as long as decently possible—preferably without embarrassing himself.
“Roll me on top,” Rebecca suggested throatily. “That’ll make it easier to control your responses.”
He wasn’t convinced his responses
were
controllable, but her on top sounded fine to him. He squirmed around and sat her above him. Her weight pushed him really deep, which she liked enough to roll her lower lip beneath her teeth.
“Now,” she said, humorously smug, “
you
keep still while I work.”
“Go slow,” he warned.
Trey sat up next to them.
Zane wanted to grind his teeth—and not from annoyance. Trey had one leg bent up and the other dropped to the side, making it clear to the others that he was getting an erection. Zane wanted to look and not look at the same time. Rebecca looked, smiled at Trey like they shared a secret, and then braced straight-armed on Zane’s shoulders.
“You watched us,” she reminded him. “In fairness, you can’t ask Trey not to.”
“You like him being here.”
“I liked
you
being in the garage.” Her tone said all this was completely reasonable. Zane’s jumping nerves said it was thrilling but stressful. Trey closed the difference by reaching over to cup Rebecca’s breast.
“Do you like me doing this?” he asked Zane.
He liked it all right. Trey’s darker hand caressing her fair skin was nearly as hot as his cock disappearing in her body.
“I like it,” he said, out of breath. His hips pressed deeper, their motion impossible to restrain. “Rebecca, please move on me.”
“Put your hand on me too,” she said.
He covered her other breast so that he and Trey each supported one soft globe. This must have been what she wanted, because she writhed on him.
Zane and she made noises in chorus. The wet tight friction around his cock was too good not to moan over. Leaving the hand that cupped her breast in place, he took her hip to guide her as she lifted. From there, he slid his thumb inward to pull one labia wider. This exposed her clit to his and Trey’s view.
He guessed she realized this. She groaned as Trey swallowed.
“Can I touch her there?” Trey asked. “Can I pinch her clit out between my fingers?”
Rebecca’s neck was arched, spine twisting as she slowly rose and sank again. She couldn’t answer so Zane did.
“Yes,” he panted. “Do that to her.”
She came two seconds after Trey got his pinching rub on her. The ripples of her orgasm gripped his shaft. Trey milked the pleasure until she stopped shaking. Rebecca’s head tipped forward again, her gaze zeroed in on Zane, though Trey was the one who’d just brought her over. Her face was beautifully flushed, her irises a lustrous gray ring around her pupils.
What his face looked like, he didn’t know. Slightly crazed, probably.
“Are you ready for me to bring you off?” she asked.
Her voice was smoke, her body dripping heat down him. His cock gave a pulse hard enough to hurt. “I am ready like you wouldn’t believe,” he growled.
She didn’t rush. She rolled to his flare, tightened her gate around him, and then relaxed and rolled down. Maybe she did the muscle-squeezing trick for her own pleasure, but it felt great to him.
“God,” he said when she repeated it. “Please keep doing that.”
She leaned forward, bracing more of her weight on him—and more on the two palms that cupped her breasts. With his second hand, Trey started working her clit again. His fingers bumped Zane with her down strokes.
The combination was too enticing. Zane tried to breathe deeper, easier, to hold onto the edge longer.
“Slower?” Rebecca offered breathlessly, seeing him struggle.
“No,” he gasped, reluctant to give up the delectable sensations. “Keep on like that.” His grip tightened on her hip, his pelvis lifting off the mattress to press into her harder. He made a noise he would have been embarrassed by if she hadn’t made it back.
She couldn’t keep to her pace. Both of them needed her to speed up.
“
Yes
,” he said, giving her permission even as she took it.
She cried out and he did too, riding him as he bucked. He huffed for air and went crazy. Trey couldn’t hold onto her. Zane shoved his fingers where his friend’s had been, twisting and rubbing the slippery button as they both went over.
Heat shot from deep within his balls. His body clenched with pleasure, his cock jammed as far as it could go between her legs. His hang-ups intensified the climax, as if he’d indulged in something forbidden. He ejaculated until he simply couldn’t anymore. Then he collapsed with pure mellowness.
He was dazed and dozy from the hard come. At first, he didn’t understand why Rebecca lifted his hand from where it had fallen to the covers. His fingers were too limp to do her any good.
At least they were until she folded them under hers on Trey’s shuddering erection.
In spite of the massive climax he’d just enjoyed, Zane’s penis stirred inside her.
Trey gasped with shock and pleasure as they pulled the joined fist up him. Seeing how stiff and big watching them had made him, Zane suspected he was about to go.
“Tighter,” Zane said, voice hoarse from his final shout. Rebecca’s fingers immediately obeyed. Knowing Trey would like faster too, Zane dragged their fists to the crucial stretch of nerves on the upper part of his under side. Trey watched their hands slide up him, then gaped at them. Satisfied he and Rebecca were exactly where they were needed, Zane shimmied Trey’s skin up and down the hot spot as fast as it would go.
This flipped Trey like a giant switch.
He moaned, every muscle in his body jerking as he spewed semen over them.
Playing voyeur must have wound him up. The fountain sprayed pretty high and went on longer than usual.
Rebecca let go before Zane did.
He
couldn’t seem to stop stroking Trey’s penis.
“God,” Trey panted. He put his hand over Zane’s. Zane did stop then and looked into his eyes.
“Thank you,” Trey said so seriously Zane probably should have laughed. He wished he could laugh, but he felt serious too.
“Fair’s fair,” he said, wondering if fairness truly had dictated that hand job.
Before the moment could get more awkward, Rebecca lifted off him and called dibs on the shower.
~
Rebecca didn’t know which man’s bathrobe she’d borrowed on her exit from the sybaritic bathroom, only that it smelled heavenly. Unable to resist, she inhaled through the fluffy lapel as she padded back to the bedroom.
The bed, which was empty, looked like a hurricane had hit it. In spite of being excellently pleasured twice recently, her flesh tightened at the sight.
“Over here,” Zane called from the sitting area behind the arch. “We rustled up a snack.”
Rebecca’s stomach growled. She’d only tasted the food in the Lounge tonight. Turning, she saw the men sprawled in armchairs in their underwear. Their snack was spread across the round table between them. She spotted sliced smoked salmon, a big tin of caviar, and two bottles of Louis Roederer Cristal chilling in silver ice buckets. Both men were toasting bread on long forks over a small gas fire.
The fireplace turned the scene into a wet dream, its flames flickering cozily over the muscled limbs of the two big men. The air conditioning justified the warmth—sort of.
“It’s August!” her sensible side felt obliged to say as she walked over.
Trey flashed teeth in a grin. “We have to toast the bread. Caviar doesn’t taste as good on plain.”
Delicately, so as not to break the eggs, he spooned a portion onto a finished slice. He passed it to her hand like the rare treat it was.
“This is Ossetra,” she said, staring at the glossy gold rounds in awe.
“Petrossian Special Reserve,” Trey informed her.
Rebecca gulped. Comparable in quality to Beluga, this stuff ran upwards of a thousand dollars for a five-ounce tin. Chef though she was, it was so expensive she’d only tasted it once before.
Laughing, Zane pressed a cool flute of Cristal into her other hand. “Come on. Who better to appreciate this luxury than someone with your palate?”
“I need to sit down for this,” she said.
Zane helped her into the third armchair.
“Eat,” Trey coaxed, taking a bite himself.
Rebecca bit down on the loaded toast. Amazing flavors exploded in her mouth. The large-scale caviar was the perfect texture: firm, smooth, the taste a layering of butter and nuts and sea.
“Mm,” she hummed, closing her eyes to absorb it. She felt as if she’d been transported to Mother Russia, to some wintry gray seashore. When she lifted her eyelids, Zane and Trey were fighting laughs.
“You look like that when you come,” Zane explained.
“And you definitely need more,” Trey said, before she could blaze up in a blush.
They ate the decadent feast together—laughing, licking fingers, and enjoying. The salmon was nearly as good as the caviar, the chilled champagne the perfect accompaniment. The food was gone by the time Trey popped the second bottle.