Tequila Truth (3 page)

Chapter Four

Colt watched Heath kiss Kylie as if his life depended on it, and he couldn’t help but recognize the same sense of desperation in himself. Her resistance to Heath’s kiss only lasted a second and Colt grinned as her hands slowly began to creep up his friend’s chest and around his neck. He’d never studied a kiss this close up—at least not one he wasn’t participating in. He was struggling with the impact it was having on his libido. Damn, it was making him hot.

Sensing the kiss was coming to an end, he reached over and pulled her toward him. “That looked pretty good. Give me a taste.”

She never missed a beat and offered him the same luscious response she’d given Heath. Their girl was nothing if not resilient. Most women would be screaming the walls down if they’d been pounced on like this, but instead, here was Kylie clinging to him and playing tongue tag as if they’d been intimate for years.

As he pulled away, he placed a playful kiss on her nose and watched her blush in response.

She took two steps back and he started to follow, but she threw up her hands to ward him off.

“Oh no—no more of that until I get some answers.”

Colt nodded. “Good point. We have a few things we need to get straight before we get down to the fun stuff.”

She stiffened slightly at his words, but he simply took her hand and tugged her toward the kitchen table, helping her into a chair.

“Drink your wine.” He pushed the glass at her and she all but gulped it down.

“Not so fast,” Heath admonished. “You’re not going to get drunk.”

“Given the way you two are acting, I’m thinking drunk would be an excellent state for me tonight.”

Colt fought against the chuckle growing in his chest. God, she was a spunky little thing.

Heath, however, didn’t seem to be amused. “I mean it, Kylie. That stunt you pulled the other night was damn stupid.”

“We are
not
discussing that subject.” She stood up as if to leave, but Colt rose first and pushed her back down.

“Well, darlin’, I beg to differ on that point. In fact, that episode the other night seems to be one in a long line of asinine actions on your part. As of right now, those games are over.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Heath reached across the table and took her hands in his. Colt continued to stand behind her chair with his hands on her shoulders. There was no way she would escape until they laid out their scheme and did that little extra convincing Heath mentioned, if necessary.

“If you wanted to try some kinky sex, Red, all you had to do was ask us.”

“What?” Kylie squeaked.

Colt bent forward until his mouth was next to her ear. “You’re sick of missionary style and you want to do some experimenting. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

He felt her shudder at his words and from his bird’s eye view caught sight of her hard nipples poking through her T-shirt. Oh yeah, she was listening.

“Problem is you’re going about it all wrong. You need to experiment with men you can trust.”

“And you and Heath are those men?”

“Oh yeah,” he whispered in her ear.

Heath leaned closer and Colt knew the action was deliberate. They were boxing her in so she could get used to being surrounded by their large, hard bodies. “One weekend, Kylie. This weekend. Every sexual fantasy our imaginations can cook up.”

“And then? What happens Monday?”

Colt wasn’t surprised by the question. Her main concern regarding sexual involvement with them had always revolved around preserving their friendship.

“Monday, life returns to normal,” Heath explained, but Colt wasn’t entirely satisfied with that answer.

“Except,” he added, “you have to agree to stop putting yourself in dangerous situations. No more sex clubs or assholes. We expect that promise from you, Kylie. It’s the one point of this deal that is non-negotiable.”

“And if I promise to let you bully all my future dates, you’ll agree to do anything and everything I want this weekend?”

Colt fought back a smug grin at her question. He’d had more than a few tense moments in the hours since Heath had made his proposal. Colt was terrified she would not only refuse their offer, but get so upset by it she’d move out. The woman had funny notions about how the world should work and his main fear was pushing her out of their lives altogether with this suggestion. Her question was accompanied by the “Hallelujah Chorus” in his head as he felt certain she was about to agree to their terms.

Heath grinned up at him. “Oh, I think ‘anything and everything’ is definitely negotiable. Don’t you, Colt?”

“Hell yeah.”

Kylie reiterated the terms once again and Colt knew she needed the reassurance. “So let me get this straight. You two are offering me one weekend of sexual fantasies with the promise that it won’t change or ruin our friendship.”

Heath leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms across his chest. “I think that about sums it up.”

Colt watched as she pondered their proposal before smiling. “Fine then. I accept your offer.”

“Well,” Heath said, “I think we’re going to need a quick game of Tequila Truth.”

“Why?” Kylie seemed surprised by his request. “It’s nobody’s birthday.”

“I have a burning question I need answered and only absolute honesty will do.” Heath rose quickly to grab the bottle of tequila out of a cabinet.

Colt seemed nonplussed by the impulsive game and grabbed the salt and shot glasses before opening the refrigerator. “No limes.”

“We’ll have to do without.” Heath sat down and started pouring the liquor.

“I’m guessing this question, like all of your others, will follow suit and deal with sex?” She was teasing him and Heath smiled. He and Colt were definitely about to drag her out of her comfort zone and yet she still managed to retain her sense of humor and fun. Thankfully years of friendship had built a solid foundation of trust between three of them because he was certain that without it this suggestion would never succeed.

“Wouldn’t want to break the streak. Okay, what fantasy do you want to have fulfilled this weekend?”

Colt nodded approvingly and Heath mentally patted himself on the back. By discussing what they wanted to do in the game, they made sure there would be no misunderstandings. He was determined to meet her needs, but at the same time, he knew he and Colt both had their own personal agendas in regards to Miss Halston’s lovely body. By talking it out first, they could gauge her reactions and minimize the risk of scaring or even possibly hurting her.

Kylie reached down and picked up her glass, draining it. “If you’d made this offer a week ago, I think my answer would have been different.”

“Bondage,” Colt said. “You would have asked to be tied up.”

She nodded. “I’m afraid of that now.”

“We’ll do it. Look at me.” Heath took her hands in his and waited until she raised her gaze to his. “We will never hurt you, Kylie. The point of this whole weekend is to allow you to ask for whatever you want without fear. It’s us,” he added with a shrug. “You know we’ll take care of you. Besides, one of the mistakes you made with that idiot the other night was in not setting a safe word. Pick a word right now. Any word and if you say it during this weekend, we’ll stop what we’re doing right away.”

“Hitler,” she replied.

“What?”

“My safe word. It’s Hitler.”

“Well, that’s disturbing.” Colt was teasing, but she merely shrugged.

“We’re studying World War II in my class right now. It was the first thing that popped into my mind.”

“Hitler it is.” Heath leaned back and picked up his own glass. “I want to watch you give Colt a blow job while I fuck you from behind.”

Her eyes grew dark and she squirmed in her chair. “Oh yeah, we could do that.”

Colt seemed to agree. “Damn that sounds good. Darlin’, look at me.” She watched as Colt picked up his own shot glass.

He knew what his friend was going to ask for before the words left his lips. They’d discussed it earlier and it was the one thing both men wanted more than anything.

“I want to fuck your ass while Heath takes your pussy. At the same time.”

Heath watched and silently said a prayer, but Kylie never blinked an eye at Colt’s fantasy.

“Oh yeah,” she said with a grin, “we can definitely do that.”

Chapter Five

“Bedroom.” Colt stood and pointed down the hallway. “My bedroom. The bed’s bigger.”

The trip to the other end of the house seemed to take a lifetime as none of them could resist stopping for kisses and tantalizing touches along the way. Colt had worried it would feel strange having another man so close to him as he made love to a woman, but after years of friendship, he and Heath seemed to have a sixth sense about what to do. It was exhilarating to watch Heath and Kylie kiss as he wrapped himself around her from behind, his own lips trailing down her soft neck.

When she turned around and offered her lips to him, he loved knowing Heath was watching them, loved how hot Kylie got from the things Heath was doing with hands that Colt couldn’t see.

As they entered the bedroom, Colt kicked the door shut behind them and Kylie walked toward the end of the bed.

“Undress for us,” he said as she turned to face them.

He watched her face go through a gamut of emotions—from embarrassment to nervousness before settling on the one he’d only seen in his dreams.

A sexy smile touched her rosy lips as she slowly pulled her shirt up and over her head. He expected to see one of the sports bras she usually wore and was shocked to discover his tomboy roommate owned a black, lacy concoction that was completely feminine and showcased more cleavage than he’d realized she possessed. He fell back against the door. How could he have missed those babies in the last seven years? Fuck, she was built like a brick house.

Not finished with her seductive torment, she released the clasp on the bra and let it fall off her arms to the floor. Then she brought her hands up slowly to cup herself and he felt his blood pressure rise to a decidedly unhealthy limit as she lifted her breasts up, taking the nipples between her fingers and squeezing. Glancing over, he saw her striptease was working its magic on Heath as well. The man was rubbing his immense erection through his jeans. Not a bad idea, he thought, and he reached down to try and relieve some of the pressure building in his own pants.

“Kylie,” he whispered, spellbound by her sultry movements.

Turning slowly, she looked back over her shoulder with a grin that proved she knew exactly what she was doing to them. Kicking off her shoes, she peeled her pants and panties off together, down over her hips, one torturous inch at a time. As she bent over, he and Heath were treated to a perfect view of her luscious round ass as she slipped the material off. There were some fading bruises there and he realized they needed to take care not to hurt her.

He staggered toward her, but she skittered away until she stood beside the bed.

“Come here,” he barked out, his voice betraying his need, but she just giggled at the sound.

“You two come here.” She crawled up on the bed, gesturing for them to join her.

Colt began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving her lovely body, and he sensed Heath doing the same thing. Her gaze seemed to eat them alive as she watched them undress and he felt the reins of control slipping through his fingers. Damn woman was trying to top from the bottom and they were letting her. He looked over at Heath and watched the same realization enter his friend’s face.

“Open your legs,” Heath said sternly as he pulled his shirt from his shoulders, discarding it without a thought.

Colt saw her face flush, though whether with excitement or embarrassment, he couldn’t decide. Unable to reign in his dominant desires, he reached over and roughly pulled her legs apart.

“Like this,” he said. “Next time we tell you to open your legs, we want them exactly like this.”

He watched Kylie’s breasts rise and fall as her breathing hitched up a notch, but he was sure now her response was not based on fear, but arousal. She was responding to them like a true submissive. He felt like pumping a victory fist in the air.

Placing a bent knee on the bed, he leaned down until his mouth hovered above her gorgeous pussy. The sweet smell of honeysuckle washed over him. He looked over his shoulder and Heath gave him a quick, encouraging nod.

“Do it,” his friend whispered and Colt turned back to heaven. Kylie’s hands flew to his hair as he pressed his lips to her hard clit, his tongue probing and pushing. Her hips began to move against him, but he denied her movement by placing his firm hands on her upper thighs.

“Don’t move,” he ordered.

“Please, Colt,” she begged breathlessly and he returned to torment her drenched opening with his mouth. Circling the entrance to her body with his tongue, he felt her muscles tensing and suspected his little firecracker was already perilously close to exploding.

Dipping his tongue inside her hot cavern, he only managed to thrust twice before Kylie’s body shuddered violently beneath his touch and he heard her relieved cries.

He sensed Heath moving behind him and heard the unmistakable sound of pants and shoes hitting the floor.

“Move, Colt.” Heath’s demands were husky and harsh and he suspected his friend was hanging on by a thread. He chuckled as he pushed away from Kylie’s heat.

“Poor Heath,” she teased, reaching up to pull him down to her. “No foreplay, just climax.”

He fought against the laughter as Kylie repeated his own words from the Tequila Truth game that had started them down this path.

Heath joined their laughter, leaning over her flushed body. “That’s why I brought Colt along for the ride, Red. Now put this damn condom on me. If I’m not in your body in the next thirty seconds, you’re going to see that climax up close and personal all over your stomach.”

She took the condom Heath had retrieved from the stash he’d put in the nightstand. Colt had to grab one of the columns at the end of his four poster bed as she ripped the package open with her teeth and he felt the groan that passed Heath’s lips in his own gut. She took sexual teasing to a whole new level.

As soon as Heath’s cock was sheathed, he plunged into Kylie’s body and once again, Colt was struck by the incredible pleasure he felt in watching the act. Never a fan of porn movies, he couldn’t understand how the mere sight his best friends making love could impact his senses so thoroughly. The pressure in his body grew to such a rate that he raced to strip off his own jeans.

Kylie continued to arch into Heath’s thrusts and Colt’s last tether of patience broke. Unwilling to remain apart from the action any longer, he climbed onto the bed until his hips were even with her head.

“Yes,” she hissed impatiently and he thought she seemed annoyed at his tardiness.

Heath looked up as she reached over to draw Colt’s rock-hard erection in her mouth.

“Wait,” Heath cried as he pulled out of her body. “Roll over, Red.”

He recalled Heath’s fantasy and grinned at her eagerness to comply. No sooner had she landed on her hands and knees then she was scrambling for his cock. Her hot breath caressed him as Heath resumed his place in her pussy.

Gripping her hair gently in his fists, Colt guided her mouth to him and nearly fell forward at the first touch of her tongue against the crown of his cock. She swirled around the tip, sucking off all the pre-come gathered there.

“Shit,” he muttered. “Open up, darlin’. Let me in that sweet mouth of yours.”

Kylie responded to his words and enveloped nearly half of him in her first pass. He was shocked by her daring response. He was by no means a small man and was accustomed to women balking at the thought of trying to take him in at all. Kylie, however, seemed frustrated at not being able to get enough. Each time she moved, she took him deeper until Colt felt the back of her throat. With rough hands on her head, he tried to pull out, afraid of choking her, but she growled—literally growled—at his attempts and he loosened his grip.

“You feel so good, Kylie. Oh, baby. I want to fuck your mouth.”

Colt glanced up to see a frown cross Heath’s face. No doubt his friend thought he was pushing her too hard, too fast. Kylie released his cock and looked up at him with something close to desperation in her eyes.

“God, yes. Please do it. I want both of you to fuck me hard and fast.”

Colt grinned at the shocked expression on his friend’s face. Apparently neither he nor Heath had been paying close enough attention to their little roommate. This wildcat had been living under the same roof with them for years and neither of them realized what they’d been missing.

“Hold on, darlin’.” He pulled her mouth back down to his cock and pushed in without hesitation.

Heath resumed his place in her cunt and together they began to thrust in unison. He would bury his hard length in her throat on Heath’s retreat. As Heath moved forward, he moved back. Over and over they moved as Colt struggled to slow down his building climax. He tried to distract himself by counting Kylie’s orgasms, which seemed to be coming continuously now with little build up time in between. He’d reached four when he heard Heath explode. The sound of his friend coming was the last nail in his coffin and he erupted into her mouth, relishing the feeling of her swallowing down every drop of his come.

None of them spoke a word as they collapsed on the bed. Heath dragged Kylie’s limp body in between them, spooning her from behind as Colt placed kiss after kiss on pretty, flushed face.