A sound halted me at the door to my room, a rhythmic rattle, like a blind flapping against the windowexcept the sound was too fast for that, too fast and getting faster.
Slow down, hissed a voice:
Joes voice. I think I heard someone.
Jesus. My hand flattened over my pounding heart. Joe and Sean were fucking in my room. A wave of heat swept me from scalp to ankleinstant, intense arousal. I didnt even have time to take offense. Awash in cream, my clit beat a frantic tattoo against the seam of my jeans.
My knees gave way. My hand brushed the door. The latch clicked. The door swung open an inch. Wincing, I grabbed the frame.
I could see them through the gap in the door. Oh, could I see them. Both men were stark naked. Joe was bent forward at the waist, his arms propped straight on my footboard. Legs straddled wide, every muscle in his thighs and calves stood out with tension. There was no mistaking what that tension was, eitherSean was sodomizing him. The force of his thrusts made the bed rattle. His tight pink buttocks clenched as he forged in and out.
My, what a cute rump Sean had. Id been so distracted by Joes crush on me, Id never noticed. Now I longed to kiss it, to bite it. My knuckles whitened on the door. With an effort, I kept still.
Sean was shorter than Joe, but he looked at home on top. He caressed Joes hair-shadowed torso with a handful of yellow silk. Its trailing edge brushed Joes upthrust cock, which bobbed like a spring at the contact. Sean chuckled and repeated the tease.
Apparently, he enjoyed tormenting Joe as much as I did.
But what of it? Sean wasnt my concern. Joe was. I turned my attention to my favorite tormentee.
Sweat spiked Joes straight dark hair. His face red, he grimacedbut not, I thought, with pain. As I watched, he arched his back and tipped his buttocks higher.
Accepting the offer of access, Sean gripped his shoulders and levered deeper. Gotta have it, dont you? Cant hardly go a day without it. Hell, if I did you every hour, youd still want more.
Fuck you, Joe responded, even as he pushed wholeheartedly into the next thrust.
Sean laughed. He nipped the apple of Joes shoulder and rubbed his cheek across the smooth, olive skin. The gesture made my insides turn over. I hadnt thought Sean capable of tendernessor that his relationship with Joe was more than a power trip.
Would she do this for you? he asked. Would she lay you over the end of my bed and bugger you till you begged?
She? I wondered. She as in me?
Joe choked out a laugh. That would take some doing, considering her equipment.
Sean laughed, too, and then I really felt like an intruder.
But it was my room! Taking a quick breath for courage, I shoved the door open. The lovers froze, mid-stroke.
Shit, said Sean.
Oh, my god, said Joe.
Young Joes face was a canvas for his emotions. I read contrition in the compression of his lips, embarrassment in his flaming cheeks.
Kate. We didnt expect you back so early.
I guess not, I said.
At the dryness of my tone, he tried to disengage. Sean wouldnt have it. His arms formed a vise around Joes waist. With a short grunt, he slung himself deeper. Joe couldnt stifle a groan of pleasure.
That groan was all the impetus I needed to step inside.
Joes head came up. His cognac-colored eyes darkened. Thats when I knew my lodgers were here, in my room, because the chance I might walk in lent a thrill to the proceedings. But I could live with thatconsidering the thrill theyd given me.
Hiding a smile, I shrugged out of my jacket and hung it over a chair. What a bad girl I was, and getting badder by the minute. Beneath my apple-red turtleneck the tips of my breasts felt cold, as if theyd been capped in steel.
Sean was the first to notice. His thrusting stuttered to a halt.
Well, well, well. Looks like our landlady isnt miffed, after all. He circled one finger around Joes nipple, a tiny mirror of my own. Why dont you ask her if she wants to join us?
Clearly, Sean expected me to run from this challenge.
Yes, why dont you? I said, my voice as sultry as I could make it.
Joes gasp sounded loud in the hush of my attic bedroom. His prick bobbed up another inchand stayed there.
Had I ever seen anyone swing so high? I stepped
closer. The tip of his penis was shiny and full, plum-red, plum-shaped.
I licked my lips. Joe moaned.
No one could miss how my perusal had energized Joe. His erection grazed the skin beneath his navel. I suspected it was painful.
He looked at me now and bit his smooth lower lip. Do youdo you want to join us?
That depends on your partner, I said. Were you serious about the invitation, Sean? Or testing whether Id bite?
Try it and Ill bite back. He bared his teeth. And I do like womenin case thats what you really want to know.
Smug, sexy bastard. Id deal with him later. In fact, I was looking forward to it. For now, though, Joe and his beautiful boner were my primary concern.
© 1997 by Emma Holly. It is illegal to reproduce or distribute this work in any manner or medium without written permission of the author.
When two handsome grad students move into Kate Winthrop's Philadelphia townhouse, the once-burned divorcee thrills to having two young admirers, at least until the evening she finds them in bed with each other! Sensitive Joe is mortified. Badboy Sean challenges her to join in. Aroused by their show, she accepts. The adventure that ensues is more intense than any of them expected, and more fun. But can three lovers live happily ever after . . . together?
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