Party of Three: A H.O.T. Cops Novel (25 page)

Now he kissed her mouth while Rogan sucked her tit, their moves all slow, sensuous. At this moment, she was living that fantasy again, the one where three people could exist like this in harmony, with no particular emotions off limits, where no one was ever at risk of getting hurt.

But that’s not real.

Someone’s going to get hurt here, no matter how good it all feels.

Yet then she lectured herself.
Damn it, you’re not supposed to be thinking, just experiencing.
And at moments, she was able to achieve that. After all, every time she opened her eyes or took in the scene, it felt dreamlike and perfect now. Two men who wanted nothing more in life than to pleasure her—what could be better?

But you know they both want more than that deep down. They both want you to belong to them. They both want you to love one of them more than the other.

She
did
love Ethan—so, so much. She hadn’t been lying to him earlier—he truly had all of her, her whole heart.

But she
could
love Rogan again—so very easily.
When the one man you never fully felt you could have suddenly comes back and says he wants you the way you always wanted him …
well, the very notion bloomed with a dark temptation that was difficult to fight.

The truth was that now … she wasn’t sure where this was going, any of it. Inside, it all felt to her as if it were beginning to spin out of control.

But the further truth was …
there’s nothing you can do to stop it at this point, or fix it. It’s all too deeply in motion—there’s no turning back.

So maybe the smartest thing to do at this particular moment in time was to—once more—stop thinking.
Just enjoy this. The men you’ve loved most fervently in your life are kissing you, touching you, fucking you—even, each in their own way, making love to you. How often does that come along? How often? But you’re in the middle of it, living it.
And it would be downright insane not to relish every second.

She found herself turning into Ethan’s arms then, into his kiss, even as Rogan moved up in the bed behind her, spooning her as he began to kiss her shoulder, her neck, his thick cock cradled against her ass. Mmm, God, it felt so good, made her body hungry again for more than just this soft, sensuous foreplay they were raining onto her.

But then, just as deliciously, Ethan’s rigid length nestled against her slit in the front, making her moan as it came to rest against her clit. Oh Lord, being sandwiched between them, between those two strong shafts, was to know utter perfection.

She continued kissing Ethan—they traded hot, delicate tongue kisses now—but occasionally she turned to look over her shoulder, leaning her head back to kiss Rogan, too. To be fucked by them both was amazing, but to take turns exchanging kisses with them held its own, quieter erotic joys.

She hissed in her breath as their bodies moved together, gliding back and forth against each other, hers the recipient of the delights from both sides. And as it went on, she did truly relish it all and again pushed the worrisome parts of this from her mind. It was incredible how the pressure of two big, hard cocks against two very sensitive places on her body could make her cease thinking about anything else.

When Rogan reached down between their bodies—his and hers—she wasn’t sure at first what was happening, but then she realized he was positioning his erection at the opening between her legs. “Mmm,” she moaned against Ethan’s mouth at the sensation, then cried out softly as Rogan pushed his way inside. That lovely intrusion just never became commonplace—it was always fraught with startling pleasure.

When Ethan looked at her, clearly wondering what was happening, she said, “Rogan’s fucking me.”

And before Ethan could even respond, Rogan began to pump smoothly into her cunt and she automatically found the rhythm—which meant meeting Ethan’s cock in front as well with each instinctive move she made. “Oh God,” she said on a veritable purr, “this is like … sex heaven.”

She peered into Ethan’s eyes and knew he understood that his hardness felt as good to her in front as Rogan’s did inside her, only in a different way. “Aw baby,” he rasped, still undulating against her, one hand warmly caressing her breast, “it’s good?”

He just wanted to hear it some more, she knew. And she didn’t mind. “So incredibly, amazingly good.” She punctuated the sentiment by slipping her hand down between them to curl her fingers around his erection, massaging lightly, pressing his length all the deeper into her tender flesh.

He moaned and she sighed, and as their gazes met again, she realized this was one of those moments, the ones that did exactly what Ethan had told her would happen when he’d presented this whole idea—bonded them tighter by virtue of experiencing such raw, extreme pleasure together.

Except … it wasn’t only Ethan she felt close to.

She couldn’t deny what a strange, stark, honest intimacy she felt with
both
men just then—different than any other time since this weekend soiree had begun.

Was it some sort of cumulative effect? Or was it about Rogan’s seduction and confession in the woods? Or the way Ethan had taken charge of the sex on the table? Was it the turmoil swirling in her heart from knowing she had strong feelings for both of them? She didn’t know the answer—all she knew for sure was that despite that turmoil, she’d never felt more connected to either of them as she did right now, at the very same time.

All she could do was continue to let the emotions surround her, cushion her, as lushly as their two beautiful male bodies did. She knew in that moment that nothing she’d ever experienced in her life had ever felt more sublime.

And so when Rogan unexpectedly extracted his wonderfully hard cock from her body, she gasped. And felt … a gaping emptiness, physically, at having him gone.

“What … ?” Ethan murmured at her reaction.

Her voice came in a broken whisper. “He, um, pulled out.”

And she was in the process of turning her head to look over her shoulder, wondering what was going on, why Rogan would stop fucking her at this most blissful of hedonistic moments, when he leaned near her ear to say, “Shhh, babe. No worries. Just relax and it’ll all be good.” One palm molded to her hip and his slick-from-her-juices cock rested in the crease of her ass, and that alone felt amazing in a different way, so she tried to be patient, tried to calm the hunger inside her. Maybe he just needed a break, or needed to readjust the way he lay or something.

That’s when she felt the pressure at her asshole, firm and direct. She sucked in her breath, surprised—but instantly … pleasured. It was his thumb—she could feel the rest of his hand, his fingers resting on the curve of her ass. But it felt … moist—he’d made it wet somehow, maybe just swiped it along his penis. And now he was rubbing the little fissure in firm, tight circles that made her begin to pant—just before he pushed his thumb inside.

Another gasp left her—this one not about loss, but about intrusion. A strange and welcome intrusion, in a spot where she still wasn’t accustomed to being entered. She shut her eyes, instantly entranced by the diverse pleasure. And as he began to work his thumb in the tiny little hole—first in and out, and then, it seemed … in circles—her breathing went shallow and she started to tremble, just a little. She pressed her palms to Ethan’s chest, trying to brace herself against the unfamiliar sensations.

“What is it, honey?” Ethan asked, voice low.

But she didn’t have time—or the wits—to answer before Rogan drew his thumb quickly away. “Oh!” she heard herself say.

But then … mmm, oh God … the head of his cock was there, nudging at the same tight little opening, now stimulated and shockingly sensitive. She clenched her teeth upon realizing two things: This was going to happen. And she wanted it to.

When he pushed in the thick tip, the physical response stretched through her whole body. “Unh.” Her eyes fell shut and the back of her scalp tingled.

“What’s happening, baby?” Ethan asked again.

“He’s … he’s … starting to … to …” She could barely get words out. And by the time she mustered the strength, she didn’t even consider Ethan’s reaction. “He’s fucking my ass.”

“Shit,” Ethan whispered—not in any sort of anger, but just clearly stunned. Then his eyes changed, his brows crinkling slightly as he looked at her. “Is it … ?”

“Strange. Overwhelming. B-b-blindingly … good.” Her lips quivered now as she spoke.

Ethan released a hot sigh at her words, still obviously taken aback—and maybe, like her, a little amazed. But no, on second thought, he couldn’t be feeling even
remotely
like her. Because he couldn’t begin to know how this felt.

Rogan eased his stiff length into the tiny crevice inch by slow inch, whispering, murmuring, “Aw, damn, you’re so fucking tight there,” and “I’m gonna give you a little more, babe, and now a little more.”

Heat infused her cheeks from the inside out, and sweat oozed palpably from every pore—she felt his cock filling every molecule of her being. It was as if every atom of her body was being gently, tightly stretched the same way her anus was. Sensation radiated to the very tips of her fingers and toes. Her face tingled. Her every muscle was pulled taut with arousal.

And then, after that tiny hole was as full with his erection as it could possibly be, he began to move. Slowly at first, slow and smooth—but soon he increased the pace, the pistoning strokes coming a little faster. It made her wild with pleasure that felt as if it coursed through her very veins, pumping through her like lifeblood.

And through it all, she stayed so very aware of Rogan behind her, inside her in this new way, fucking her in a way that felt … almost like possessing her—and yet she was peering into Ethan’s eyes at the same time, sharing it with him, too, her every response more for him to see than for Rogan.

The experience was so powerful that she wondered how much more she could take. She felt each thrust everywhere, pulsing through her cheeks, her forearms, her thighs. Small cries of pleasure erupted from her throat with each small, smooth stroke. And all the while, she was leaning into Ethan, drinking in the warmth of his embrace, the passion in his eyes, while his beautifully hard cock slid against her slit again and again.

She knew she was going to come only a second before the orgasm struck, sudden and wild and hard, making her cry out abruptly as it exploded through her clit and outward, fast and engulfing, and she heard herself screaming, screaming, just like she’d told Ethan she’d wanted them to make her do.

Oh Lord—it had to be the best, most intense sensation she’d ever endured. And again she couldn’t help be overcome by the knowledge that she’d experienced this most awe-inspiring pleasure of her life with both of them. It had come initially from Rogan—and yet also from Ethan. And she could have sworn she’d come harder somehow just by virtue of looking into Ethan’s eyes while another man fucked her so thoroughly. And while it was Rogan’s cock in her ass lifting her to that strange new pinnacle, it had been Ethan’s against her clit that pushed her over that jagged edge. It had come from neither one of them any more than the other.

And it was only after she’d recovered from it all, resting in the arms of both the men in her bed, Rogan’s erection still buried firm and deep in her ass, that Ethan whispered, “Aw baby, I want inside you, too, now.”

“Huh?” she whispered. She understood the words, of course, but under the current circumstances, she wasn’t entirely certain what he was suggesting.

Until he added, “I want in your sweet little pussy … while Rogan’s still in your ass. You think you could handle that?”

The concept nearly stole her breath. For more than one reason. It sounded impossible—and a little frightening. But also like … the ultimate way of having them both. There had been so many moments since this had started that she’d felt she was achieving that, and yet … this still seemed like … more. A deeper, fuller way to be shared by the two men she cared for, the two men she lusted for with her whole soul.

“If … if you think … that’ll work.” She shivered a little, suddenly nervous, and the tremble made her newly aware of Rogan’s hard cock filling her ass impossibly full.

“It’ll work,” Rogan replied from behind her. Then, answering the obvious question his statement left hanging in the air, he added, “I’ve seen it in movies.” Porn, he surely meant. And though she wasn’t entirely sure something was safe and doable just because someone in a porn flick had accomplished it, it reminded her all over again what an extraordinary experience she was having here this weekend, and that she didn’t want to say no to anything just out of fear.

So when Rogan’s hand slipped between her thighs, cupping the one on top, and he said, “Here, just lift this leg up, babe,” she didn’t resist. Though the move—any move, she supposed—made her feel Rogan’s dick more. And Ethan’s attention moved down her body to the area just put on display, and even though the room was half-dark, shadowy, still lit only by the kitchen lamp they’d turned on before lighting her birthday candles, she witnessed the fresh arousal on his face at what he saw. She suffered the urge to see it, too—one thick shaft entering one hole, the other opening next to it waiting … for his.

When he positioned the tip of his cock, she tensed, and he whispered, “Try to relax, honey. I won’t hurt you. If it hurts, we’ll stop.”

She gave a short nod, but her body felt as tight as a fully stretched rubber band anyway. So she took a deep breath. Another. Then a third. Then she closed her eyes.

She still gritted her teeth lightly as he began to push his way in—and, oh Lord. It didn’t hurt at all. It was simply … what she’d thought a moment ago. The ultimate way of being shared. The ultimate way of being … filled.

“Aw God,” Ethan groaned as he entered her pussy deeper, deeper, and she sensed all three of them practically holding their breath, trying to adjust to this new way of fucking. Ethan was panting when he finally said, “You okay, Mir?”

She nodded. “Mmm.” It was the only response she could manage.