Authors: Elizabeth Raines
Tags: #Romance
“Some of us actually
use
our vaginas.”
“Sounds to me more like you use your ass, too,” Paige drawled.
“You’d be amazed how great anal can be.” Rachel’s smile was a warning that something really shocking was coming. “Ever heard of double penetration?”
Tired of appearing to be naïve, even if she was, Paige tried to bluff her way through. “I know what that is—it’s when you’ve got one of those things in your ass while a guy’s inside your…you know.”
“Vagina, Paige. It’s called a vagina. A va-jay-jay. A pussy. A twat. Good Lord, woman. You can’t even
say
it. Have you ever used it?”
“Vagina!” she practically shouted. The few customers who were in the store only spared her a brief glance and a chuckle. “I’m not a virgin. Are you happy now? I just made a fool of myself.”
“Actually, I’m rather proud of you. And by the way, you’re wrong. That’s not what double penetration is. Wait ’til we get this stuff back to your place. We can fire up that laptop of yours, and I’ll give you an education you’ll never forget.”
* * * *
Double penetration.
Paige honestly hadn’t believed it was possible.
Two cocks in one woman.
At the same time
.
Thankfully, Rachel had left. Watching those videos had been difficult with her best friend there. Knowing Rachel’s propensity for trying new and daring things, Paige had almost feared her friend would suggest an intimate encounter with all the new toys they’d bought. While the notion of romping in bed with Mike and Jude made her giddy, Paige would never be ready to go lesbian. Simply thinking about a hard cock got her panties wet. Pussy just wasn’t her thing.
Right now, she was wet and about as horny as she’d ever been. Those videos had done it. Each time she saw a woman straddling a man, lowering herself onto his dick, she’d pictured Jude stretched out on the bed. Instead of some porn star, she’d been the one letting that hard cock slide inside her, squeezing it tight while Mike crawled up behind her.
His hand would trace the length of her spine as he pushed her forward until her breasts were plastered against Jude’s chest. Then he’d settle his palms on her ass, caressing and stroking as one hand moved closer and closer to the spot she’d never thought to have a man touch.
There would be the sounds of a lid flipping and the squirt of liquid as Mike squeezed lube on his fingers. One wet finger would circle her anus and…
Instead of squirming in need while the delicious thoughts raced through her mind, Paige decided to do something about it. She did, after all, have several new toys to play with.
After grabbing a vibrating dildo—one whose size didn’t terrify her—she hurried to her bedroom to play.
Jude took one look at the disaster in his living room and groaned. “Looks like Hurricane Paige blew through here. Again. Hey, Paige! Come get this stuff cleaned up!”
“She’s at work already.” Mike picked up a box. “Although she was obviously busy today. I cannot believe our sweet little Paige bought a strap-on. Shit, does she even know what to do with it?”
“Doubt she has a clue,” Jude replied. “I’m not sure she could even wrap her mind around what a butt plug’s for. Although the thought of her wearing that strap-on and fucking my ass—”
“Getting to you?” Mike opened the box and pulled it out. “Holy shit. Now,
that’s
a cock. What is it, twelve inches?”
“I hope she doesn’t think that’s what most guys have in their pants. She’ll be sadly disappointed.”
Setting the strap-on aside, Mike grabbed another box. “If she doesn’t know what a butt plug is, she’s got a chance to learn.” He glanced at the sacks and boxes on the sofa. “Several, in fact.”
“Our sweet little Paige is growing up,” Jude said with a smile.
Setting down the toy, Mike’s face grew serious. “You know, this might be the opportunity we’ve been waiting for.”
“Don’t start that again.” Jude took off his jacket and tossed it over the recliner.
“Why not? I want something, I go for it. Look at us. I wanted you—I got you.” Mike grinned. “Are you telling me your cock’s not hard enough to pound a nail just thinking about fucking her?”
“I don’t want to
fuck
her. I want to
make love
to her.”
“Semantics,” Mike countered. “I always forget what a hopeless romantic you are.” Mike went to Jude and gathered him into his arms. “Damn, but I’m lucky to have you.” His mouth covered Jude’s.
That kiss. That incredible kiss. It had won Jude’s heart.
While he’d kissed more than his share of girls, he’d always known he was…different. Working up the guts to admit he craved men as much as women had been difficult. He’d only dated a couple of guys, both of whom were gay rather than bisexual. Mike had been the first person who ever truly understood him, as well as the first person who ever loved him despite the fact he knew everything about him. They’d be together for the rest of their lives.
And Jude had been content with that choice, even knowing he might never know the bliss of burying his cock deep inside a woman again. What woman would agree to a bisexual relationship with two committed men? She’d think it was nothing but a one-night stand.
Jude wanted so much more than that—as though society would ever allow that kind of relationship.
Mike seemed content as well. But there was always something…missing. Neither had ever been able to quite put their finger on what.
Until Paige came into their lives their freshman year of college.
Then what was missing had become crystal clear. They weren’t meant to be a couple.
They were meant to be a threesome.
Jude gave voice to his greatest fear. “What if she turns us down?” A terrifying question, but if Mike wanted to risk everything on this roll of the dice—if he really wanted to put their future happiness on the line—Jude needed to know what would happen if they lost. “What if we’re wrong, and she doesn’t want us? I mean, for fuck’s sake, Mike… Ménage a trois? The woman’s probably a virgin. She didn’t even know what a cock ring was. We’re asking her to consider something about as far out of the normal lifestyle as you can go.”
“Puhleez… We’re two men, fucking each other’s brains out every day. That’s not exactly a normal lifestyle, either.”
“What we’re doing isn’t that odd anymore,” Jude countered.
“Because some people were brave enough to live the life they wanted to live. After a while, everyone got used to two men being in love. You know damn well there are lots of other people like us—lots of people who like to crawl into bed with both guys and girls—lots of people who would like families, too.”
Jude knit his brows. “What’s this got to do with families? We’re talking about two men and one woman living together.”
“
That’s
a family.”
Jude snorted a laugh. “In what universe?”
“In this one. Who’s to say what a family is? What’s wrong with three people being equally committed to one another?”
“I don’t know…”
“You and I are in love.” Mike kissed Jude again, adding a caress to the front of his scrubs, making his cock twitch. “But we both know we want to be fathers.”
“We talked about adoption. We could still go through with that. I mean look at all the kids who need families.”
“That’s an option. But admit it—we both want to be fathers of our own kids. And we both want those kids to have Paige as their mother. If we don’t make a move sometime soon, we never will. We’ll wait until she finds some great guy who’ll love her for the fantastic creature she is and steal her right out from under our noses. Tell me this, Jude…what do you see when you look at me?”
That took some thought. What he shared with Mike wasn’t easy to put into words. “I see a handsome man.”
“Duh.” Mike winked. “I mean what do you see in how I relate to
you
?”
“I see someone who makes me laugh, who makes me feel valued. When I see you, I see my future.”
“Sounds like we’re in love,” Mike said with a chuckle. “Like we’re in a wonderful romance. Now…tell me what you see when you see Paige.”
The moment was enlightening. “I see the same things I see in you.”
Fuck, but he had it bad for her. Worse than he’d ever thought. That only made the stakes in this game higher.
“Add that you see her holding your child,” Mike said.
“I do,” Jude said.
“Well, then…you know what we have to do. So back to your original question—what happens if she turns us down? We mend our broken hearts. Together. And we move on. Together. We just do it with some lingering sadness.”
“And how do we move on?”
“Like this…” Mike’s mouth covered Jude’s.
Jude needed this, needed the connection between them so he could steel himself for their grand plan to win Paige’s heart the way she’d won theirs. His fingers fumbled with Mike’s belt, unhooking the buckle and whipping it away from his jeans.
Mike growled, getting in Jude’s way of undressing him by jerking his scrub shirt over his head.
While they’d been lovers for years, each time they came together was an experience to savor and cherish.
Mike was right—Jude truly was a hopeless romantic.
Clothes were abandoned on the way to the bedroom, and by the time they made it to the bed, both were gloriously naked.
Cupping Mike’s neck, Jude pulled him close, kissing him with all the love he felt—laced with his fear for what the future might hold. Nearly desperate, Jude dropped to his knees and took Mike’s cock in his mouth.
With a sharp intake of breath, Mike laced his fingers through Jude’s hair, tugging hard enough it stung. “Shit, I love it when you do that. Damn, but you’re the best cocksucker I’ve ever known.”
There was a witty comeback or two in Jude’s thoughts about how he and Mike had both been virgins when they fucked the first time, but he was far too busy to give voice to them. The tangy flavor of Mike’s pre-cum burst on his tongue, making him suck hard, hoping to get another taste.
After deep-throating the huge cock, Jude whirled his tongue around the mushroom cap, loving the feel of the smooth skin over the hardened flesh. He reached between Mike’s legs to squeeze his scrotum, rolling the two balls between his fingers. The musky scent of his lover, the salty taste of Mike on his tongue, had fluids dripping from the end of Jude’s own cock.
“You keep that up,” Mike said, “and I’ll be spraying the back of your throat soon.”
Jude turned the succulent dick loose and looked up. “Who says that’s a bad thing?”
“I do. Get your ass up here and let me fuck you stupid. I’ve thought about that ass of yours all day.” Mike grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand.
Crawling on his hands and knees, Jude moved to the middle of the mattress. While they took turns being the one to give or receive and tried as many different positions as they could manage—even some they almost couldn’t—right now, he needed Mike to make love to him. He needed to feel that cock inside him, filling him the way Mike’s love filled Jude’s soul. He wanted to know that even if they lost this frightening bet, he’d still have one fantastic thing in his life.
Mike would always be there.
Mike took one look at Jude’s firm, round ass and groaned. After all the years they’d spent together, he figured he’d have learned more self-control. He smeared lube on his aching erection and tossed the bottle aside.
Perhaps his nearly desperate need to be inside his lover was because he feared the same thing Jude did. If they took this gamble and went for the big brass ring, they’d be luckier than a couple of guys winning the lottery. They’d have Paige as their own. In their beds. In their lives.
Forever.
But if they lost, they might miss out on the one woman they believed could complete their family.
He knelt on the bed, moving close enough to put his hands on the round globes of Jude’s ass. The man was built like Michelangelo’s David. A perfect body. Rolling muscles. Not an ounce of fat.
Mike ran a hand over one cheek while he let his still wet fingers slide down the cleft. When Jude spread his knees farther apart, Mike circled the sweet rosette now open to him. One wet finger sank deep inside.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Jude said over his shoulder. “Quit playing around and fuck me.”
“And I thought
I
was in a hurry. Have a little patience, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” Mike slipped another finger inside Jude, stretching and probing while searching with the pads of his fingers for the kernel that would drive Jude crazy.
“Oh, God. You found it. Right there. Rub right there.” Jude pushed back against Mike’s fingers.
“Easy.”
“I don’t want easy. I want fucked. Get your cock in my ass.
Now.
”
Pulling his hand away, Mike pressed the tip of his dick against Jude’s tight hole. Trying to ease in gently, he wasn’t surprised when once he got the head inside him, Jude rocked back, impaling himself until Mike was all the way inside.