She grabbed his hand and squeezed, and he turned his gaze to her. “Need you, sweetheart,” he said, voice rough and shaky. “You have to be there.”
“I know.” She held his gaze steadily. “I’m here. Always here.” She glanced at Dag. “We’re both here for you, you know that.”
“Yeah.” His eyes closed briefly.
“In the bedroom,” Dag said abruptly. “Now.”
He led the way back to the bedroom where Kassidy had shed tears not that long ago. And even though over the last few weeks the three of them had grown so comfortable together and it no longer felt weird to be doing this, tonight felt…different. She, too, felt a little unsure. Her guys had always been focused on her–undressing her, kissing her, making her come over and over again. She loved it.
But tonight wasn’t just about her. She stood there, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. Dag looked up and caught her eye. He smiled.
He moved toward her, all long legs and lean muscle, a wicked promise in his dark eyes. “Kassidy.” He bent his head and kissed her and his hands started removing her clothes–the unsexy sweat pants she’d changed into after work, the thin T-shirt, the cotton bra. Chris stepped up behind her and they fell into their rhythm, the cadence of three, one lifting, one pulling, until she stood between the walls of heat that were their bodies, one in front, one behind. Lust sliced through her, her heart pattering in a rapid beat, their hands and mouths sending sparks sizzling over her skin, through her skin, right inside her where they sparkled and shimmered.
“Oh yeah,” she whispered, running her fingers through Dag’s silky hair, burying her other hand in Chris’s shorter hair at the back of his head. “Yes.”
“Three of us,” Dag murmured against her ear. “All together. At the same time. Chris fucking you. Me fucking Chris.”
She shivered, her insides burning with desperate need.
“But first…” Dag turned to Chris. “Take off your clothes.” Chris dragged his tie over his head, and then shed his rumpled shirt and pants. Dag stripped too, the two of them watching each other undress, while she watched both of them with avid eyes. “You too, baby doll.”
She pushed the sweatpants down over her hips and pulled her T-shirt off, all the while watching the lamplight slide over Dag’s olive skin, highlighting the muscles beneath as he moved closer to Chris, grabbed him and drew him up against him. They kissed again, long, hard kisses, full-body kisses, naked bodies pressed together, all ripped muscle and hair-dusted skin. Dag groaned and thrust both hands into Chris’s hair, holding his head, deepening the angle of the kiss.
It should feel weird watching your boyfriend kiss another man. It should feel wrong. It should feel hurtful. But all she felt was a huge surge of emotion so powerful it brought tears to her eyes. Relief. Joy. Love.
She touched her fingertips to her lips as she watched, her body turning to liquid. Chris grabbed hold of Dag’s shoulders and held on and they kissed again and again.
Then Dag pulled back and reached for her, pulled her to them. Heat from their bodies surrounded her and he kissed her mouth then slid his hands down Chris’s neck, over his shoulders and onto his chest. His fingertips rubbed over Chris’s nipples, almost experimentally, and Chris let out a soft groan. And then Dag reached between them and took hold of Chris’s cock. Chris stood there, eyes closed, fingers digging into Dag’s shoulders.
She moved around behind Chris, slid her arms around him, and rested her chin on his shoulder to watch. She didn’t know if Chris pushed Dag to the floor or if Dag just went down of his own volition, but Dag sank to his knees in front of Chris, still holding his cock. He looked up at Chris, up the length of his body. She watched their gazes connect, her heart still hammering away in her chest, and then Dag’s gaze moved just a fraction, and his eyes met hers. She smiled at him. His eyes flickered with warmth and then he turned his attention back to Chris.
“I have to taste you,” he said to Chris. “I’m gonna suck you. Next time you’ll come in my mouth, but not…” He glanced at Kassidy. “Not this time. I just wanna taste you.”
Chris gave a short nod, and when Dag took him in his mouth, his head fell back toward her. His fingers tangled in Dag’s hair and her mouth opened at the same time Dag’s did as he took Chris in.
“Christ,” Chris moaned, his face tight. “Jesus Christ.”
She rubbed over his chest while Dag sucked on him, licked him with such emotion and tenderness she thought her heart might explode. She loved watching this, the way Dag closed his eyes, rubbed the head of Chris’s cock over his lips, swirled his tongue around it, then opened so wide and took him deep.
Chris’s body vibrated in her arms. It thrilled her to observe Dag finally getting to demonstrate the feelings he had for Chris with action, and to see Chris finding out how good it could be.
Was there something wrong with her? Was she abnormal in some way, that this excited her, turned her on beyond belief, but also aroused a torrent of tender emotions inside her?
She loved them. She loved them both. She wanted them to be happy.
Dag filled his mouth with Chris, the thick length, the clean taste of him, and inhaled his warm, masculine scent. He rubbed up one thigh, fingertips grazing a lean hipbone then slipped a hand between Chris’s legs to find his balls and fondle them. Jesus, they were tight, pulled up against his body, and hot, so hot. Chris groaned again and his fingers tugged sharply at Dag’s hair, sending shivers cascading over him.
His fingers played more, sliding even farther back as he had that night everything had gone to hell. Chris had loved it, he’d exploded in his mouth once his finger had found his gland, and he wanted to do it again. But even more, he wanted to be inside Chris.
“Oh,” Kassidy breathed from behind Chris. “Let me do that. Please.”
Dag let Chris’s dick slide from his mouth and looked at Kassidy. Passion glazed her eyes and she reached a hand between Chris’s legs from behind. “I’ve…always wanted to.”
“Christ,” Chris moaned. Dag smiled and rose to his feet.
“Tonight, buddy, you get to find out what it’s like to be the center of attention.” He led Chris to the bed, and with a hard shove had him lying on his back. Kassidy moved between his legs, and Dag threw himself down beside Chris and took hold of his cock again.
“Mmm.” Kassidy started licking, her little tongue stroking up over Chris’s thighs, then between them. Dag lifted Chris’s shaft out of her way, bent his head to resume sucking on him while Kassidy licked Chris’s balls and slid her fingers beneath him. “Lift your legs,” she instructed Chris moments later. Chris bent his legs and dug his heels into the edge of the bed, and Kassidy disappeared farther, the top of her dark head visible as Dag sucked long and lusciously. He rubbed over Chris’s chest with his free hand, felt the tremors shaking him, gave one nipple a pinch just to feel the jerk of his body.
Kassidy made soft little pleasure sounds, and Chris tightened and lifted off the bed. “Here,” Dag muttered, releasing him again. “Like this…” And he grabbed Chris’s knees and shoved them back, exposing his ass to Kassidy.
“Oh yes,” she sighed. “Yes.” She too trembled as she bent her head again. “Chris, oh Chris, you taste so good, I love doing this.”
Dag watched her tongue him, nibble at his ass cheeks then lick lower and lower.
“Fuck!” Chris cried out, his face tight. “Oh fuck, that feels good.”
“You wouldn’t let me do this,” Kassidy murmured, then resumed licking, teasing with her tongue in that sensitive area. Dag’s own groin ached in sympathy, in longing too, wanting to be touched that way. He knew how incredible it felt, knew what Chris was experiencing, and it thrilled him.