“I think you can use philosophy to justify anything,” Chris muttered from behind Kassidy, and Dag laughed.
“I probably could,” he agreed. “But are either of you arguing with me right now?”
“No,” Chris said.
“No,” Kassidy said on a sigh. “No.”
They moved to the bedroom in what was becoming a familiar rhythm of three.
“Wanna make you feel good, baby doll,” Dag murmured against the thin skin of her neck. “So good.”
“Yes,” she whispered, eyes closed, head to one side. “Make me feel good.”
“You’re so sweet,” Chris said, pushing the bodice of her dress down. As Dag had suspected all day, she wore no bra beneath and her perfect round breasts gleamed in the lamplight.
“Oh yeah.”
While Chris helped her out of the dress, Dag bent to take her nipple in his mouth, a delicious hard little nub and she moaned when he sucked on it. Soon she stood naked between them.
“I hate it when you feel bad, sweetheart,” Chris added, nuzzling her hair.
“You guys…” Her voice choked up.
“C’mere.” Chris took her hand and led her to the bed. “Lie down.” He reached behind his neck and pulled the goofy pink polo shirt off over his head, muscles rippling in the dim light.
Dag followed his lead, unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging out of it, his eyes moving between Kassidy’s soft femininity and Chris’s male strength. When he and Chris were both naked, Chris turned his head and met his gaze, his eyes gleaming. “Let’s make her feel good.”
“Yeah.”
As usual, Chris was the one who chose the position–this time he lay on the bed and moved Kassidy into reverse cowgirl. Nice. She faced Dag, her eyes dark and heavy-lidded, her mouth pouty. Dag filled his hands with her breasts as he moved over Chris’s legs, his cock jutting in front of him. Christ, he was hard enough to hit a baseball with it. Kassidy’s stiff little nipples poked his palms.
Then Chris tugged her down, so she lay on top of him, exposing her pussy to Dag.
“Lick her,” Chris instructed Dag in a hoarse voice. “Get her good and ready and then I’ll fuck her ass and you can fuck her pussy.”
Dag smiled. Sounded like a plan. He leaned over Kassidy, supporting his weight on his arms and kissed her, long and lush, as Chris’s hands slid over her breasts and belly stretched out above him. When Dag lifted away, Chris used one hand to grip her jaw and turn her face to him so he could kiss her too. Fuck, that was hot. Dag’s cock surged and he stroked himself, moving back down between both their legs.
Oh yeah, hell yeah, she was so wet and pretty. He inhaled the delicate warm scent of her he’d gotten to know so well, closed his eyes as a wave of emotion rolled over him. When he opened his eyes, the image of Chris’s big masculine hands on her small body, holding her in position, nearly undid him. Christ.
He kissed her inner thighs, so soft, quivering, gave a tiny nip at the tendon there, bringing a gasp from Kassidy. He smiled against her flesh, licked his way up the crease between thigh and pussy, kissing and sucking gently. He loved doing this. He could do it forever. The taste of her melting on his tongue, the hot feel of her against his lips–loved it. Fucking loved it. And Chris’s cock was right there too, thick and shiny, roped with prominent veins, his balls tight and high beneath.
Dag dragged in a breath. He stared at Chris’s cock and his balls, right there in front of his face, all smooth and tempting. Chris’s hand appeared and fisted his cock, and Dag helped Kassidy lift up a little as Chris moved his shaft, searching for her back entrance. Kassidy gave a soft cry as he found it.
“No,” Dag murmured. “First her pussy. She’s so wet.”
Chris grunted and took a few moments to work his cock inside her pussy. Then Dag watched with utter fascination as Chris thrust up into her. Daringly, he set his hands on Chris’s inner thighs, to brace himself as he leaned in to kiss Kassidy’s swollen clit. Chris’s big thigh muscles tightened beneath his palms, but he kept his rhythm, and the room filled with his groans, Kassidy’s breathless panting and Dag’s suckling noises as he drew Kassidy’s clit into his mouth. She gave a soft cry.
Dag’s fingers tightened on Chris’s hair-covered legs, and he licked Kassidy, suckled slowly, licked her soft folds, down, lower, right down to…Chris’s cock. Unable to resist, he drew his tongue over that distended shaft, over the hard ridge of vein, tasting of Kassidy’s sweet cream.
“Ungh! Jesus Christ!”
Chris’s whole body jerked as something stroked his cock. He couldn’t see what it was but it sure as hell wasn’t Kassidy touching him like that, her hands clasped over her own breasts. A harsh tremor shook his body and to his dismay, he slid out of her hot pussy.
“Shit,” he muttered.
“Got it,” Dag said from down below, and goddammit if Dag didn’t take hold of Chris’s cock. Jesus. Surely to god he was just going to quickly direct it back inside Kassidy…
Please…oh god…no. No.
Dag was holding him, stroking his length, shafting him with a practiced hand that knew exactly how hard and how fast. Chris groaned. “Dag…” A shudder raced over him, sensation tore through him, wrenching, fiery sensation. “What the…”
“It’s okay,” Dag murmured.
Then Kassidy tipped her head, looked into his face. “I was so close…”
Oh Christ. They couldn’t stop now. They had to stop this, though, this was wrong, this was bad… It took all his self-control not to toss Kassidy aside and leap off the bed. He gritted his teeth, as pleasure, dark, forbidden pleasure, exploded inside him.
And when Dag’s mouth took him in, he thought his heart might burst out of his chest. “Fuck!” he cried out, but his voice emerged as a feeble croak. Heated suction surrounded him, flames licked over his body. Kassidy whimpered, tensed, squirmed a bit. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” he gritted out. “Oh fuck…”
“What?”
She lifted her head and looked down their bodies and saw…well, Christ only knew what she saw. Chris’s head was glued to the pillow, his body a sparking mass of sensation as Dag’s hard mouth dragged up and down his cock, sucking and licking him with reckless enthusiasm. What the fuck was he doing? Had the guy lost his fucking mind? Jesus!
And Jesus, that felt good.
“Oh god.” Kassidy’s moan sank into his consciousness. “Oh god that’s hot.”
Words failed him; the only words that kept running through his mind were curses, the worst curse words he knew as his blood stirred in a rush of heat and a cascade of sparks.
They could not be doing this. Could. Not.
They were doing it and, holy hell, it felt good.
No. Bad. It felt bad. It had to feel bad. More curses clamored in his head, and he squeezed his eyes shut against the flames raging beneath his skin. He should make Dag stop. He should…but he couldn’t. Instead, he wanted to beg him not to stop.
Then things got worse, much worse, as Dag held up Chris’s cock, rubbed it against Kassidy’s pussy, and licked his balls. Wicked throbbing sensations built inside him, and when Dag’s fingers started teasing his asshole, his hips jerked. “Dag…” The word dragged out of him on a long groan.
“Chris.” Kassidy lifted an arm, touched his face, kissed his jaw. “Chris. It’s okay.”
No, it’s not. He could barely form words, as every nerve ending jumped, sensations sharp and hot exploded in his balls and raced up his spine. “Aw fuck. Dag, Jesus…” He’d never even let Kassidy touch him like that, it was so forbidden, so bad, so very bad. And then Dag’s finger breached him. His eyes stung at the sensations, the sharp slice of pain, the unfamiliar, almost unpleasant feeling…until Dag’s finger touched something else, something inside him, something amazing, and a burst of pleasure shot through him, so extreme it made him blind and deaf and feel as if his body was lifting off the bed. “Jesus fucking Christ.”