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  “That’s it, that’s it,” Sasha coaxed. To Scott, she said, “Don’t you dare swallow all his come. I want my own taste.”

  It was the need in her voice that got to Adam the most, the almost desperate edge of a junkie waiting too long for a fix. He wanted to know just what kind of swinging they had done back in Raleigh, if Sasha was the one who orchestrated all of it or if Scott took his turn dominating her. He didn’t see her as the type of woman to take to it easily, but considering her current state of arousal, maybe that was all it took to get her to submit. But all he did was give it a cursory query. Anything more coherent was beyond his capabilities as Scott began moaning around his shaft, making little choking noises in the back of his throat every time Adam thrust into it.

  The vibrations from Scott’s mouth rolled through his entire body, making his stomach clench and his thighs tighten. Adam knew it wouldn’t take much of this to make him come. And Sasha was not helping matters—or maybe she was helping him too much. The lace on her bra brushed against his bare skin like a rough caress, and her nipples hardened to points. He sought her mouth again, desperate for her taste, for the soft pressure of her swollen lips against his.

  When he felt the pressure beneath his skin building, Adam thought to tell Scott to stop. He didn’t want to come yet. He wanted to prolong this as long as he could. But their hungry mouths on his body at the same time were his undoing. They both were like starving people, kissing and sucking him like they had never tasted anything so delicious.

  Scott pressed his hips down to the floor, muscles constricting as he swallowed down shot after shot. The room spun around Adam, dizzying and hot, and the strong hands now massaging him made him long for Scott’s hard length thrusting deep inside him. He could pin Adam to the floor, while Sasha rode Adam’s mouth, and above him, they would kiss and moan until all three of them came again.

  The fantasy dissolved as the wonderful suction around his cock disappeared. Sasha was torn away, and Adam opened his eyes in time to see their mouths crush together. He almost expected to see blood, they attacked each other so furiously. But when Sasha seemed to have had her fill, they parted, her tongue running along her lips as to savor the taste.

  “Want more?” she murmured to her husband.

  The eyes Scott leveled at Adam made his cock ache. “I think we’ve only just started, don’t you?”

  Adam responded by pulling Scott to his mouth, seeking the kiss he longed for. He tasted traces of himself on Scott’s tongue, and a hint of what he knew was Sasha’s mouth, and below that, tequila and lime. Scott responded to the kiss instantly, his tongue dueling with Adam’s.

  Adam slid his hands down Scott’s lean chest until he reached his waistband. He brought the zipper down with a sharp tug of his wrist, and he pushed the pants down with one hand while he sought out Scott’s cock with the other. It was long and thick, and his ass clenched at the thought of bending over for him.

  “We’re going to need lube,” he heard Sasha say.

  Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her rise, but for the moment, Scott filled his awareness, the musky scent of his skin, the lust burning in his gaze. Scott helped by squirming out of his pants, revealing long legs that would wrap around a body and break him in half if that was what he wanted. Not this time, though. This time, Adam wanted to be split in two, by the gorgeous cock he now held in his hand.

  “When was the last time you were fucked?” Scott asked.

  Adam pushed his pants past his thighs, and Scott helped pull them down his legs. Adam couldn’t resist pressing his lips against Scott’s neck, sucking and biting the firm skin beneath his jaw. Scott tilted his head back, allowing the attack, and smoothed his hands over Adam’s shoulders.

  “Last summer. Met up with a guy online to relieve some tension.”

  Scott tangled his hands in the longer strands of Adam’s hair, pulling him closer. “Well, I promise you, when you walk away from here, tension is the last thing you’re going to be feeling.”

  “Hey! You two are naked already.”

  Sasha knelt down beside them, lube and a box of condoms in her hand. She tossed the box aside, then held the lube out to Scott, who took it without hesitation.

  “You could get naked, too,” he offered, unscrewing the cap. “I’m sure Adam here won’t mind the show.”

  “Or I could help,” Adam offered.

  Sasha smiled and sat back on her heels. She arched her back and reached behind her to unsnap her bra. As the thin material fell away, Adam’s mouth ran dry. Her breasts were perfectly full globes, her nipples dusky and erect. He wanted to suck each one between his lips. He wanted to test their weight in his palms. He wanted to knead and massage the flesh, and lick the taut skin as they bounced in his face.

  She pushed herself to her knees to slide the slacks down her legs, revealing creamy thighs and the hint of dark hair beneath her silk panties. His cock was already beginning to harden, and the earlier image of her riding his mouth overtook him again, stealing his breath.

  Scott molded over his back, sliding his long hands down Adam’s arms to guide him forward. “I love Sasha’s tits. Know what I love even more? Fucking them.”

  Scott lifted Adam’s hand to Sasha’s nipple, directing him as he traced the darker edge. Adam had never touched anything so soft in his life. Her skin was perfectly smooth and felt finer than silk. Mentally, he took a step back and considered the situation. The fact that it was her husband who was guiding his fingers, who was showing him just where to touch her, just how to touch her, made it better somehow.

  Scott pushed him forward, forcing him to his hands and knees. Adam moaned in protest at the loss of contact, until he realized it brought his mouth even with her breasts. His tongue immediately darted out, and the moan changed to one of satisfaction as he tasted her.

  “Oh, God, yeah.” Sasha scratched his scalp, threading her fingers through his hair, and pulled him harder to her nipple. He ran his teeth along the edge of the puckered flesh, but jumped slightly when he felt Scott’s slick fingers at his waiting hole.

  “Fuck, you’re tight,” Scott muttered. “We’re definitely going to have to do this more than once.”

  Adam clenched at the thought of doing this twice, three times, more. Scott put a hand against the small of Adam’s back, guiding him backward, onto his waiting finger. Adam refused to take his mouth from Sasha’s body, even as Scott began to move his finger in and out of him slowly, taking his time to stretch Adam’s muscle. By the time Scott eased a second finger into his channel, Adam was shaking with anticipation, and his cock was fully erect once again.

  Bracing himself on one hand, Adam slipped the other between Sasha’s thighs. He nudged his fingers past the silk, and sought out her damp flesh. His thumb brushed against her clit, and the smell of her arousal drifted toward him.

  Sasha groaned, reaching up to push a damp strand of hair off Adam’s forehead. She curved a hand over his cheek, forcing him to tilt his head upward and meet her desire-black eyes.

  “You look like you might be able to go another round,” she said. “Feel like making this a real group effort this time? We could put Scott’s ‘everybody’s happy’ plan into full swing.”

  “I’m ready to put his ‘everybody’s happy’ plan into full swing.”

  Adam turned his head and kissed her wrist, then her palm, and licked along her finger. She pulled away from his mouth long enough to reach for the discarded box of condoms. Behind him, Scott continued to pump his wrist slowly, like he had all day to stretch him, and they weren’t both quivering and impatient.

  Sasha tore open the package, and Adam sat back on his heels, pushing against Scott’s hand until his fingers were buried up to his knuckles. Adam gasped at the new pressure, and gasped again when Sasha wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock.

  “So pretty,” she murmured. As she bent over, her hair fell along her cheek to curtain half her face, but Adam didn’t need to see her to know what she was doing. The almost de
licate swipe of her tongue around the crown made his balls ache, and when she dipped into the slit to taste his pre-come, the sound she made went straight to his head.

  Scott molded to his back, his breath hot on Adam’s ear. “Every time Sasha took a bite at dinner, I was ready to drag her out of the house and fuck her senseless. She’s the best when it comes to the tease.”

  Sasha pulled away, looking up at the two men through her lashes. “Don’t let him fool you.” Her hand was busy while she spoke, rolling the condom down Adam’s throbbing length. “Scott taught me everything I know.”

  “Liar.”

  “Tease.”

  “Nympho.”

  “With Adam here? You better believe I’m going to be insatiable.”

  “She’s not the only one,” Scott murmured. Adam could only nod in agreement. He had a feeling that he would be hard for most of the night—until he just passed out from exhaustion.

  Sasha pulled a pillow from the couch and tossed it on the floor, then lay back and worked her panties down her legs. His groin tightened, and he couldn’t help but be a little jealous of Scott. He got to look at her, touch her, be with her every single day of his life. From the sounds of it, both Sasha and Scott had made some sacrifices, but Adam couldn’t help but think that it must have been worth it.

  Sasha closed her fingers around his and pulled him down to her, and he almost melted into her kiss.

  She splayed one hand along his chest, toying with the hair surrounding the right nipple, while the other stroked his flank, avoiding any further contact with his ready cock. Through the haze of her heat, he felt Scott withdraw his fingers, only to return to caress his balls.

  “Let’s let you two get started first,” Scott said. Reaching farther, he gripped Adam’s length, angling it downward. The sheathed tip dragged over Sasha’s wetness, and both of them shuddered. Scott stopped when Adam was poised at her entrance, but his touch withdrew again to find the sensitive sac.

  “Fuck me,” Sasha said against Adam’s mouth. “God, I’m dying to feel you.”

  Adam took a deep breath and pushed forward, filling her with a single stroke. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around him, and he could feel her heartbeat echoing through his flesh. Scott’s closed his fingers around Adam’s balls and squeezed gently, urging him to begin to move. Sasha’s mouth never left his, and when he slid out and thrust forward again, she cried out, the sound trapped between them. The sound was all the more encouragement he needed, and he began a deliberate rhythm that didn’t falter when Scott finally released his sac.

  Long fingers ran up and down his spine, tracing down the crease of his ass to find his waiting hole. Scott’s sigh made Sasha shiver, a reverberation that echoed into Adam, and it only became more wracking when the sound of foil ripping filled the room. Adam felt like everything centered around the moment Scott would penetrate him, but Sasha succeeded in distracting him from the torment with her hungry mouth, her constant caresses, the small cries she made every time he hit her clit.

  None of that was enough when Scott laid a hand on the small of his back, finally forcing him to stop.

  “We need to take this slow if it’s been a year for you,” he said.

  When the blunt tip pressed against his pucker, Adam gasped, resting his brow on Sasha’s. Her hand immediately came up to caress his cheek, her breath sweet from the lime.

  “Make all the noise you need to,” she whispered. “Trust me. Nothing gets us hotter.”

  Adam nodded his understanding, but he found he couldn’t make any sounds. He was ready and slick, but the initial intrusion of Scott’s cock made his throat clench. Adam felt pain and pleasure and heat as his muscles stretched to accommodate Scott’s width, and the firm hand on his back and Sasha’s mouth kept him from tensing and resisting Scott’s attempt. But within a few moments, all thoughts of resisting fled, and Scott needed to stop Adam from slamming back and taking the rest of Scott’s length.

  Adam found his voice again when Scott was fully sheathed and air rushed from his lungs in gasps. “God…yes…fuck…fuck…”

  The circle of Sasha’s arms shifted, taking on a new form as she reached to include Scott on one side, the other lingering on Adam’s face and neck. Her mouth continued to offer sanctuary from the overwhelming sensations wracking through the rest of him, though Adam suspected it was as much for Scott’s benefit as it was for his. The other man trembled against Adam, his breath coming in short gasps. His muttered, “Oh, God,” repeated over and over again, as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was doing. But it was the sudden shift as he bent over Adam’s back that brought everything back to a crystal focus.

  “You feel amazing,” Scott rasped.

  Sasha finally broke from the constant kisses to look over Adam’s shoulder. “Wait until he’s fucking you.”

  Both men shuddered at that. “Okay, I’m going to try moving now.” Scott rested his free hand on Adam’s hip, though his other still kept him propped up so that Adam was pretty much trapped between their perfect bodies. “I’m not completely sure I won’t shoot fast here, though.”

  Adam didn’t care. He would take anything he could get and feel greedy and ungrateful if he asked for more. He tried to move with Scott, but his muscles were quivering and useless. Scott kept his strokes short and shallow, as though he couldn’t bear to pull out of Adam for even an inch. After the third one, Adam began to move against him, thrusting into Sasha’s waiting body each time Scott pulled out of his.

  The effect was unlike anything Adam had ever experienced before. He thought he was being pulled apart. He knew nothing except pure sensation. Scott’s hardness compared to Sasha’s glorious curves. Firm muscles pressing him into giving flesh. Sharp gasps in his ear and sweet kisses along his mouth and jaw.

  Heat rose, swelled, surrounded him until his skin vibrated. Grunts and then words began to accompany Scott’s lengthening strokes, and Adam added his own with each thrust. Sasha touched them both, fingers everywhere at the same time, and when she tossed out encouragement for Scott to come, it was on the rush of breath, enveloping them in a fresh wave of desire.

  Scott shifted, and the new angle pushed right across Adam’s prostate. He jerked at the sparks that went straight to his cock, creating a ripple effect that echoed first into Sasha, then back to Scott. Pistoning harder and harder into Adam’s yielding flesh, Scott reached between his and Sasha’s body to find her breast. He pinched her nipple.

  Sasha convulsed. She clenched around Adam’s cock, arching away from the floor, as the scream tore from her throat. That sound was apparently enough to send Scott over the edge, and he slammed one final time into Adam’s ass, his cries joining his wife’s as his cock jerked against Adam’s walls.

  He might have been able to withstand Sasha’s orgasm, or Scott’s orgasm, but not both at the same time. There was just too much heat, too many shouts, too much fluttering, and pulling, and pleasure. He didn’t resist the waves rolling through him, didn’t try to fight them so he could prolong his encounter with Sasha, if not with Scott. The soft pressure of Scott’s mouth against the back of his neck was enough to push Adam beyond his limit, and he moaned, a soft, low, long sound, thrusting into Sasha one final time.

  It took long seconds for anyone to move other than to rain kisses along any skin they could reach. Finally, Scott pulled back, taking away the weight that had been sealing Adam to Sasha, and both men groaned as he pulled out of Adam’s sore ass.

  “It’s a good thing nothing’s going on tomorrow,” Scott said. “I’m probably going to be useless to do anything other than sit on the couch all day.”

  Sasha chuckled. “Someone’s getting old. We used to do this all the time when Colette was little.”

  Adam rolled away from Sasha and sprawled out on the floor. “I’m not sure I’ll even be able to sit.” Which would make driving a less than wonderful experience.

  Rolling onto her side, Sasha propped her head up in her hand and gazed down at him, eyes soft and still h
ungry. “So you’ll have to let us pamper you then. Or at the very least, make it worth your while.”

  “You’ve already made it worth my while. But I won’t resist a little pampering.”

  “Pampering starts in bed then.”

  They were Scott’s hands that pulled the condom off his sensitive length, and Scott’s hands that helped Adam rise to his feet. The room swayed around him, but Scott threw an arm over his shoulders to keep him steady.

  “We should clean Sasha up while we’re resting,” he said, tilting his head toward Adam’s. “One side for you, one for me.”

  Adam couldn’t help but smile at the thought. He had never had an experience like this, and he was pretty sure he never would again. He was more than ready to make the most of it while he was there. But, more than anything else, he was just happy that for once, he wasn’t going to bed alone.

  Chapter 4

  The day promised to be another scorcher, the sun glaring through the east-facing windows in the kitchen. Dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, Sasha moved from the refrigerator to the counter to the stove, tossing the chopped up vegetables into the waiting frying pan. She didn’t get to cook that often anymore. She missed it. Breakfasts on the weekend were a treat for both her and Scott; he got to sleep in a little bit longer, and she got to putz around in the kitchen. Everybody won.

  She smiled to herself as the familiar phrase reminded her of the previous night. She had left Adam and Scott in bed, exhausted from their night of fucking. It had been tempting to see if she could wake Adam up with a blow job, but after their last round around four, he had complained good-naturedly of how sore his dick was. The last thing she wanted was to make him uncomfortable. Better to let him walk away today with happy memories of the night. The ones she and Scott had now would surely fuel a year’s worth of games.