The Hot Floor (11 page)

Evan gave Rai a distracted smile as I inched my way into him. Jesus, he was tight. I probably should have gone even slower, but the sight of him lying there spread out for me and the sensation of Rai pressed up against me… Well, can I be blamed for not being entirely in control? Rai was fondling my buttocks, and when one of his cool fingers dipped down into my crack, I lurched forward that final few inches.

Oh my God. I was balls-deep in Evan while his boyfriend fingered me.

I had a new favourite fantasy.

Chapter Eight

I paused there for a while, overwhelmed by the sensation of Rai’s playful fingers breaching me as Evan’s muscles squeezed me tight. I had to get a grip, I really did. I tried to think of the least sexy thing in the world and came up with the seven times table. I’d always struggled with that one.

One, seven, fourteen, twenty-one… Twenty-eight— Bloody hell, Rai had found my gland and was giving me the most intense internal massage I’d ever had—uh… Thirty…five? Forty…forty…forty…

“For-ty-two,” Rai said, punctuating each syllable with a stroke over my prostate.

“Huh?”

“The next in the sequence.”

“Was I talking out loud?”

“Oh yes.”

“Bugger.” Now all I had in my head was Rai in his school uniform, swotting up in a maths class. Or rather, Rai partially covered by his school uniform, reclining on the desk with his tie knotted around his—no! Couldn’t think of that. Not now. I needed to last.

“Josh, please, hurry up and move,” Evan begged in a plaintive voice, even while he bore down on me in an effort to get things started.

“I will, but I’m not going to last long if Rai doesn’t stop what he’s doing.”

“Sorry.” Rai removed his fingers but didn’t sound in the slightest bit apologetic. “How about we try your eight times table while you fuck Evan? Anything you get wrong earns you a smack on the behind.”

“Uh, I don’t know if that’s going to help.”

“Leave him alone, pet. The poor sod doesn’t want to start playing your kinky games right now.”

Didn’t I? The idea had my nuts churning, but having something for my head to focus on might help. Oh, who was I kidding? I was fascinated to find out what a spanking would feel like, and the idea of Evan giving me one afterwards was appealing in ways I didn’t want to examine all too closely.

I pulled out nearly all the way, then thrust back in firmly. “Eight.”

Rai gave a dirty chuckle, and Evan’s eyes widened.

I did it again. “Sixteen.”

This time, Evan grunted, and it didn’t sound all that different from when he was topping. Maybe I didn’t need to worry about Denise overhearing after all.

“Twenty-four… Twenty—
fuck
!”

Something had slammed into my arse, and it stung like a bastard. Rai’s hand, I belatedly realised.

Rai
was spanking me? My brain gave up trying to make sense of the situation and simply informed me that the sting was transforming into delicious warmth, and that Evan was watching intently, concern and lust warring in his eyes. I thrust into him again, just to show I was okay.

“Don’t stop now,” Rai said. “You were doing so well.” His hand caressed my warm cheek, heightening my awareness of that strange pleasure-pain he’d awakened there.

“Okay, um, where was I?” I continued my slow fucking into Evan, enjoying the ecstatic response on his face every time I pushed in deep. He really did look amazing while he was being fucked. Still big and strong and manly, but open and vulnerable too. I swear, I lost a piece of my heart right then and there.

“Twenty-four,” Rai said.

Oh yes. That. My brain cells scrambled to count on eight manually, all memory of rote learning having been jettisoned at some point over the years since I’d left school. “Thirty-two.” No spank. I wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or disappointed. “Forty… Forty-eight… Fifty—er—
Ow
!”

“Fifty-er is not a real number.” Rai sounded like he was really having fun. I turned my head to discover him beaming, stroking his cock as he watched me continue screwing his boyfriend.

“No shit,” I said. I flexed my buttocks, relishing the strange burn on each cheek. I turned back to Evan. “Fifty-six.” Evan winked at me and reached for his cock. This time, Rai didn’t stop him. “Sixty… Oh shit!”

Six spanks later, I was still stuck on sixty-four and my arse was on fire, my thrusts growing increasingly erratic.

“Mebbe you should try an easier times table,” Evan suggested. “How about two? You could go faster then.”

“He’s just trying to get a good, hard fucking,” Rai said. “Don’t fall for his wily tricks.”

“Two sounds good to me,” I panted. “Not sure how much more abuse my poor arse can take.” I wasn’t sure how much more my nuts could take either. Every crack of Rai’s hand made them pulse in sweet agony. Even his soothing strokes right now were almost too much to endure.

“You’ve barely turned pink,” Rai said, sounding amused. “But seeing as how it’s your first time, I’m going to leave it there.”

“No!” I surprised everyone, including myself, judging by the way Evan’s eyes widened and Rai’s hand stilled. I thrust hard into Evan, my balls slapping against his arse. “Two, four, six, eight, ten, twelve…” I was really good at counting in twos, and I wasn’t going to make a mistake until I wanted to. I watched Evan’s hand blurring on his cock as I pumped him hard and fast. I counted and counted until I felt him clench around me. Creamy plumes of jizz spurted out the end of Evan’s dick as he roared.

“Eighty-six, eighty-six—arrgh!” That was the worst one yet, catching me across both sore cheeks, but it did the trick. My nuts couldn’t contain themselves any longer, shooting out their load with a rush of fire.

“OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod!” That might have been me. All I knew was I was clutching hold of Evan’s legs as I convulsed in wave after blinding wave of sensation.

The next thing I remember was Rai standing over Evan, emptying his balls all over that broad expanse of chest. My nuts gave a last feeble spurt at the sight of all that spunk mingling together, and then I flopped forwards, deliberately landing in the wet patch.

Rai and Evan were kissing. I could hear the slurpy, lip-smacking sounds up close and personal. Evan’s chest rose up and down beneath me like a heaving ocean as his heartbeat thudded loud in my ear. We stank of sex. My cock gave a hopeful twitch as I took a deep breath of jizz-scented air, but it really wasn’t up to much more tonight, I could tell.

When my neck muscles finally felt strong enough I raised my head to watch the two of them. Rai was kneeling on the floor, the two of them sharing slow, sensual kisses with plenty of tongue. Rai’s glasses had been pushed sideways, making me wonder if he always kept them on during sex. It occurred to me I hadn’t actually kissed either of them yet. Shame, because I’d always loved snogging.

When Rai came up for air, I hooked my arm around his neck and pulled him close, landing a smacker on his lips. His shoulders tensed, but I kissed him again, the heady afterglow making me bold. Rai didn’t respond, and I was about to pull away when he made a questioning sound in his throat. All of a sudden his lips pursed up under mine and then he was kissing me back, almost chastely at first, but it didn’t stay that way for long. Rai “Octopus-Hands” Nakamura was as enthusiastic a kisser as he was a groper and cocksucker, and my mouth was subjected to a full-on assault by his tongue. I’d never kissed a guy who wore specs before, but I didn’t mind the way they dug into my cheek as it reminded me that this was Rai.

I felt rather than heard Evan’s needy moan, and then his arm came around my back to hold me close. I couldn’t be much closer than lying on his slippery chest, but hey, the squeezing felt good. It felt even better when he reached down and gave my tender arse a gentle pat. Bright spots of pain danced behind my eyelids, but I felt alive. One-hundred percent, deliciously alive.

Rai pulled back from the kiss, an unfathomable expression in his dark eyes. Was it worry? Shit, I didn’t want it to be worry.

“Can I kiss Josh too?” Evan asked hesitantly.

Rai blinked and appeared to take a moment to think about it. “I…um…yes. Okay. I think you probably should.” He sounded shocked—like I’d just blown his world apart. I didn’t think I was that good a kisser, so what the hell was going on here? Evan and Rai shared a significant gaze, and something passed between them, charging the air with electricity.

But before I could feel too left out, Evan’s hand slid up my back and landed on my neck. He eased me down to him ever so gently, and then our lips met in the softest of kisses. I didn’t get slipped the tongue by Evan, but his goatee prickled my skin, and his lips were beautifully responsive. He nibbled at my lower lip in a way that would have had me raring to go if I hadn’t been exhausted.

When Evan broke the kiss and I opened my eyes, it was to a look of bewildered wonder on Evan’s face. He gazed at me for a heartbeat, then turned to Rai. They did that silent talking thing again, and I suddenly felt terribly alone. I began to push myself up, muttering something about getting cleaned up before we got stuck together.

“No, not yet.” Evan’s grip held me to him, and I flopped back down again. “That was…that wasn’t summat we’ve ever done before. I think we need to talk about it.”

“I thought you’d had loads of three-ways,” I grumbled. He couldn’t mean the spanking, could he?

“Not that.” Rai waved his hand, a frown momentarily creasing his brow. “The kissing.”

“You’ve kissed before.” I’d seen them doing it on this very sofa.

Rai rolled his eyes. “Of course we have, but not with anyone else. Not since we’ve been together.”

“You mean you…you don’t kiss the guys you swing with?”

“We just broke our rules,” Evan said. “In a big way.”

“I should go.” I didn’t want to be part of a domestic, and this was all getting a bit weird. “It’s been great, but I really should—”

“Stay.” Evan’s hand insisted just as emphatically as his voice. “This is what we do. We talk about important stuff like this as and when it comes up. Now, I really enjoyed kissing you, but if we’re going to do this again, we need to sort out ground rules. Together.”

Ground rules. Right. And those were the things that had made me feel safe doing this earlier, I reminded myself. “Okay, well, why don’t the two of you hammer them out while I go find a flannel?” I could feel my dick slipping out of Evan as I spoke, and I didn’t particularly relish the prospect of dealing with the soggy condom.

“Together means all three of us,” Evan said. “If we’re going to do this again, you need to have your say too. As far as I’m concerned, seeing the two of you snogging was super-hot, and I’d love to kiss Josh again myself”—Evan flashed me a brief smile before turning to Rai, a more serious expression on his face—“but I don’t want to do owt that’s going to make you jealous, love.”

Ah, there we had it. The old green-eyed monster. I watched Rai carefully, but he still had that wide-eyed look of wonder on his face.

“It didn’t make me jealous.” Rai sounded surprised. “I mean, I wanted a piece of both of you too, but I wasn’t upset by watching you kiss.”

“Are you sure?” Evan asked. “I need you to be sure.”

Rai’s brow creased. “There’s only one way to find out, really. You’ll have to do it again. With tongue this time.”

Evan gave me a quizzical look. “Josh? Want to give it a go?”

“Yeah, um, sure.” I glanced at Rai. “So long as your boyfriend doesn’t brain me with a giant dildo.”

It was the right thing to say. Rai started giggling, and then Evan joined in chuckling, and before I could worry anymore about what was happening, Evan’s mouth was on mine, his tongue demanding entrance. I gave back as good as I got, forgetting all about our audience. Damn, Evan was a fantastic kisser. More laidback in approach than Rai but astoundingly thorough.

“Yeah,” Rai breathed, close to my ear. “I’m cool with this.”

Relief surged through me as Rai joined in, turning the leisurely kiss into a messy, sloppy and thoroughly sexy encounter.

The next morning found me hot and bothered, and not in a good way. I’d woken up roasting between two bodies—a situation which isn’t quite as appealing as it sounds. Not when one of them is snoring, anyway. I gave Rai a baleful glare and tried to squirm away from Evan, who was humping my leg in his sleep like a randy dog, no doubt dreaming I was his snoring boyfriend.

What the hell was I doing here?

I sat up gingerly, trying not to disturb anyone. My arse smarted a little as I scooted forwards on the sheet, but other than that, it wasn’t too bad. I imagined I’d be feeling it more if I’d actually been fucked by Evan’s monster of a dick, but since it had been the other way around, I figured I wouldn’t have any problems sitting down today.

I couldn’t decide if I was disappointed about that or not. After all, the minute I was out of here, this would all disappear. I’d have no physical reminder of my evening with the two of them. Well, none other than the flakes of dried spunk on my chest—we’d retired to the bed for a circle jerk before sleep, which was all I would agree to getting up to on the squeaky mattress from hell.

Speaking of which, the springs protested vociferously as I climbed over the brass frame at the end of the bed. I looked back to see if either of them had woken, but they were both still asleep, the sheet tangled around their legs. Evan now had his arm thrown over Rai and seemed to be giving him the leg hump treatment instead.