Naughty Wishes Part II (17 page)

“Chris,” she whispered. She twisted in his arms so she could kiss his mouth, nibbles that became deeper, more intent. She slowly brought him to wakefulness, and wondered if he had the same series of reactions she’d had when she first woke. Surprise to find her there, followed by intense contentment that she was.

Her lips parted to ask him, to tell him what other thoughts were flitting through her mind, but he took her words away. His hands slid down her body and he pushed her to her back, nudging her legs apart as he shifted over her. The look in his eyes when they latched on to hers reminded her of what he’d said when he’d thrown that curve into her fantasy.

Because if my dick was hard and you’re ours, I’d want you to know I expect you to take care of it then and there. That I’m not willing to wait another second to fuck you.

He slid into her willing and ready body. She curled one hand around his neck while he tangled his fingers with her other one, holding her gaze as he set a slow, dreamlike rhythm that brought her to a gentle pinnacle, cutting her loose to spin as he released as well. She pressed her gasps into his shoulder, held him as he shuddered and finished. She was going to be so sore tomorrow for work, and Flo would tease her. She didn’t mind.

As he slid off her, still holding her, she put her hand on his chest, heard the thunder of his heartbeat settling. Chris touched her face, traced it, and she pressed her mouth to the heel of his hand. “I’ll be back,” she whispered.

She slipped off to the bathroom naked, his come trickling down her thighs with a welcome warmth. She took care of her needs and heated a washcloth. Coming back to him, she cleaned him by touch in the darkness. While she knelt over him, his hand slid down the curve of her back in sleepy appreciation as she performed the task. Setting the washcloth aside, she leaned down to speak against his lips.

“Come with me.” She found his hand and tugged as she got to her feet. She could sense his questioning look, but he didn’t disturb the silence. He would follow her, because he trusted her, the way she trusted his lead.

He only paused to retrieve a pair of his flannel shorts from his drawer and put them on. She would have preferred him to be as naked as he seemed to prefer her, because he certainly didn’t object to her decision not to wear any clothes, but at least he’d only donned shorts. When she took him across the hallway, into Geoff’s room, his hand tightened on hers, either in question or hesitation, she didn’t know, but he didn’t stop her.

Geoff slept in the middle of his king-sized bed as he always did. As Sam drew closer to the edge, she could see his features. His bedroom had a small square safety light plugged into the outlet, same as in Chris’s room. Chris had installed them as a way to find the bathroom or a lamp switch if needed. After his Orlando trip, he’d brought Sam a Disney princess night light to replace hers.

He’d installed the lights for safety, rather than the lingering childhood need
to be able to see through the dark. Though Sam thought no one really outgrew that feeling, an adult sometimes had a need to dream their dreams in the illusion of privacy an absence of light provided. As such, sometimes she took hers out of the socket to explore her somnolent fantasies, or to indulge the womb-like comfort darkness could offer.

She was glad Geoff hadn’t done the same tonight, though, because it helped her get to him without tripping over the shoes he’d left by a side chair, probably to remind himself to polish them tomorrow. It also allowed her to see his face more clearly when she came to the side of his bed, Chris’s hand still firmly enclosed in hers.

There was a faint smell of fine alcohol on him, suggesting he’d had several drinks with the client. He never drank to excess, but she wondered if he’d intended it as a way to put himself to sleep more quickly when he came home, so he wouldn’t have to feel left out of her and Chris’s embrace. Which was stupid, because he could be part of that embrace at any time. Once he and Chris figured things out, that was.

She knew everything had to happen at its own pace. Even so, she wondered if they would be willing to twine around her and each other in this big bed. She wouldn’t know unless she tried. Maybe if it was just to sleep, Chris could handle that. Which meant she probably should have worn something.

But seeing Geoff shirtless didn’t inspire her to modesty or moderation. Beneath the thin sheet, he was probably wearing only his brief shorts that hid almost nothing. She bent over the bed, reaching out to touch his sculpted jaw. “He’s so handsome,” she whispered. Theirs to touch as much as they wanted, within the parameters of his commands. But even though they were just starting to explore
how that worked, she knew she’d always eventually get to touch him, because he wouldn’t deny her anything her heart truly desired.

She glanced up at Chris to see him looking between her and Geoff. His expression was hard to read in the shadows, but she didn’t sense that he wanted to leave.

Geoff’s hand closed over her wrist, as if he’d read her mind and surfaced from sleep as a result. His eyes opened, studying her, shifting to Chris, a quiet wall behind her.

“We’d like to sleep in here, with you,” she said in the same low tone. “May we?”

She asked on her behalf and Chris’s, even though she wasn’t sure if she should include Chris in that sub-like etiquette. Regardless, Geoff agreed. “You may.” His voice was thick with sleep, but his eyes were sharpening, coming awake.

He opened the covers, inviting her in. She put her knee on the bed and slipped under it, following his direction so she was lying facing away from him, his body cradling hers. She was right. He was only wearing the shorts. When he pressed his sleep-induced erection firmly against her ass, she wiggled against him in return. “Sleep,” he admonished.

As soon as she’d lain down, she recaptured Chris’s hand. She tugged, but he remained in place, looking down at the two of them. She sensed Geoff watching him, then he shifted behind her. He tossed a pillow over her, which Chris caught. He settled on the floor next to the bed, disappearing from her view.

She scooched forward, holding on to Geoff’s arm. He blew a breath on the
back of her neck, bit her gently, held her fast.

“I want to be able to see him,” she murmured, tilting her head back so he could hear her. “Can we go to the edge?”

A multilayered question, but he chose to answer the surface of it. Geoff slid them both forward, but broke the intensity of the moment by deliberately overcompensating, tilting her over the end so she was grabbing for the mattress edge. Instead she found Chris’s hand, since it was there, steadying her and helping her lean back as Geoff readjusted with a chuckle.

Now she was on the edge of the bed, where she could peer down at Chris without difficulty. She kept hold of Chris’s hand, clasping it with both of hers against her chest as Geoff fitted himself behind her again, his arm banding around her waist before his hand slid up to the underside of her bare breast. He explored the curve around her and Chris’s clasped hands. He had to be touching Chris by doing that, but Chris didn’t withdraw. When Geoff pressed his turgid length against her ass again, she pressed back, drawing in a breath as his fingers slid down her hip, behind her buttock and probed between her legs.

“Did he leave you nice and slick for me, hmm?” Geoff’s husky voice had a wicked note.

She bit her lip as Geoff adjusted his shorts and guided his cock into her, holding her in that half-curled position so the entry was tight and full of sensation, especially so soon after Chris had taken her almost the same way, surfacing from his dreams to enjoy her body. Her hand tightened on Chris’s, nails digging into him. He sat up, propping one arm on the bed as he kept the other in a position where she could retain his hand. His eyes were dark pools in the night, his unshaven jaw and
full mouth drawing her eye.

“Keep looking at Chris,” Geoff said. “Let him see you get all frantic and helpless.” His voice was heavy with lust. “Chris, when she’s close to going over, kiss her. Kiss her like it’s the only way you have of showing her what you feel about her. I’m going to take this nice and slow”—he dropped to a whisper—“just the way I imagined it during dinner tonight, when I thought about Chris inside you, how he’d bring you pleasure. He did, didn’t he? He took care of our girl.”

“Yes. Yes sir.”

Geoff pressed into her a little deeper, wresting a quiet noise between ecstasy and discomfort out of her as he wrapped his hand around her throat and centered her in that takeover way he did so well, so naturally. “Did you take care of him as you know you should? Or do you have some punishment coming?”

Chris’s mouth tightened in an inexplicable way. “I . . . I hope so,” Sam managed. “I mean, I hope I took care of him . . .”

Geoff chuckled darkly. “Yet you also hope you earned some punishment. I wouldn’t expect anything less. What do you say, Chris?”

As Chris leaned forward, the safety light reflected the earth color of his irises, the expression in them a mix of things. “She blew the top off my world. But I expect there’s always room for improvement.”

If she’d doubted she could have an orgasm so close after the last one, Geoff’s commanding touch and Chris’s opening to a veiled, sensual threat knocked things up into a zone that left doubt behind. She sighed, a sensuous sound, as her body moved restlessly against Geoff, pressing her hips deeper into the cradle of his,
taking more of him. Oh God . . . He felt so good inside her, so much, filling her.

“She wants your touch, Chris. Play with her pussy while I’m fucking her. Let’s see if we can blow the top off her world, hmm?” She assumed Geoff wording the last part as question instead of command was intentional. If she could sense the warring factions inside of Chris about what was happening here, whether he was participant or subordinate, she knew Geoff definitely could.

Chris propped both elbows on the bed and pushed one hand beneath the covers, fingertips sliding along her hip and then across to find her. Geoff helped, gripping Sam’s thigh and lifting so he guided her foot back over his calf, spreading her legs a few inches wider. When Chris started stroking her clit, she jerked, a lightning bolt of sensation adding to what Geoff was building within her. His hand tightened on her thigh and throat, a direct restraint as he continued to thrust inside her, smooth, deep. Relentless.

She was panting, those little incoherent pleas struggling in her chest again. They must be the utterances that came from the heart and soul, weighing too much to reach her lips. They stopped in her throat, twisting into a hum of need that could be translated and answered only by the two people she needed so much.

Chris’s gaze was fastened on her face, reading that language as he plucked, pinched and rubbed. He didn’t focus only on the clit. He traced the lips of her sex, stretched over Geoff’s cock. In response, her body twisted and lifted, pushed and pulled between the two of them. When Geoff’s breaths became harsher, she thought Chris had to be incidentally stroking him as Chris worked her pussy with his fingers and Geoff did it with his cock. Chris’s gaze flicked up to her face, and she saw his awareness that this wasn’t just about her in the middle, but about the three of them, what they could do for each other.

“Don’t you come until I start, bad girl,” Geoff said gruffly. “He has you ready to go off like a rocket, doesn’t he?”

She nodded, and when his grip on her thigh constricted to an almost bruising hold, he wrested another cry from her. “Yes sir.”

“Show me. Show us you can obey our desires.”

The strain in his voice told her how close he was. Thank God, because she released barely a breath behind him, not because she had enough control to hold out, but because her timing was lucky. Chris closed the distance between them, capturing her mouth with intense purpose just as Geoff had demanded, as if it were the only way Chris had to show her how much he was feeling for her. Yet he kept his hand busy between her legs so she milked Geoff’s cock with strong, spasming muscles, reveling in his harsh groans.

Geoff bit her shoulder, holding her as his hips pistoned against her, taking the full measure of satisfaction from their joining and then some as her cries increased. Higher and higher, Chris’s touch and Geoff’s cock, the pressure of their two bodies on either side of her, catapulting her to sheer ecstasy.

Only when she was limp in his arms did Geoff ease into a slower rhythm, bringing her back to earth. Chris kept working her hypersensitive tissues with light fingers, making her twitch and shudder in a way that seemed to please both men.

Chris had to be hard again and she wanted to do something for him. Of course, if they kept staggering climaxes, they might never leave the bedroom again. With a flash of desperate amusement, she realized she had no objection to that consequence.

Yet Chris drew back, pushing himself up off his knees. “Where are you going?” Sam asked groggily, reaching out. His fingers tangled with hers, but he squeezed her in a way that said he intended it to be a passing affection before he pulled away. She tightened her grip. “Stay.”

“Yeah. Stay.” Geoff shifted, and another pillow was tossed over her. Chris caught it by reflex. Geoff laid his head back behind Sam’s again on his own pillow. “Lay your ass down on the floor. You know she’s not going to sleep unless we’re both here.”

Was Geoff commanding him to lay on the floor as a way to underscore who the alpha dog was here? Or did he realize Chris wasn’t ready to share the same bed with him? Or some of both? Regardless, she reached out again and curled her fingers over two of Chris’s, clasping the pillow. “Please stay,” she whispered. “We can move over and make room.”

Geoff’s arm tightened around her, but before she could determine if that was admonishment not to countermand him, or to help move them both over, Chris shook his head. He stretched out on the floor. She didn’t have to scoot forward much this time to look over the edge and Geoff helped, moving with her. Chris was on his back, and his brown eyes met hers. She dropped her hand down to graze his shoulder, sliding her touch over to play in his chest hair. He took hold of her fingers, giving them a kiss and her a half smile. It wasn’t an entirely easy smile, but it wasn’t distressed, either. She was reassured when he held on to her fingers, their clasped hands resting on his chest.