“I can do that. With my dick or my fist?” God, the right harness was everything. Before he had a good harness, he couldn’t have even offered to do her hard with his dick. At least not when it meant what Lucy meant.

  “Your preference. Though dick would mean you’d have both hands to force my face into your girlfriend’s snatch, which I wouldn’t exactly be averse to.”

  “Your girl wants us to top her,” Cait murmured.

  “Is that what you want, Mistress?” He’d never used the honorific. Because she hadn’t mentioned it when they met, and it wasn’t how he thought of her now. But it seemed like the right way to phrase the question, the right angle from which to ask it.

  Lucy slouched lower in her chair. “There’s never been anyone like you, baby. I’ve let some folks top me, and a lot more have tried, but you were something else. Because you didn’t know I had a whole thing built up on being The Dominatrix Bitch.”

  “You didn’t come on like that with me.”

  “Nope. You remember that thing you told me? Yolo, Evan.”

  He grinned. “Oh my god. That’s so embarrassing. I can’t believe I said that to you.”

  “It was trite, but it was what I needed to hear. At the time.”

  Lucy’s hotel room had been warm, and she’d complained that she couldn’t open the window more than a crack. She’d been unapologetic and seemingly open—she’d told him endless stories about her boys—but he’d known he wasn’t getting the whole picture. Now, looking at her across the room, he was getting more. Because she let him in. And, maybe, Cait as well.

  He awkwardly untangled himself from the bedding and swung his feet down so he and Cait were sitting beside each other, both of them facing Lucy in her sprawl. “Okay, then. You only live once. You ready to be fucked hard, Lucy?”

  “From both ends, yeah.”

  “You want me in your cunt or your ass?”

  “Cunt, baby. For a deep dicking.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “You think I can’t do that if I’m in your ass?”

  It wasn’t quite the right note. He could tell by the way her brow furrowed, just a little.

  Cait elbowed him in the side. “Quit being pushy. I want you in her cunt. If you get creative you can play with her ass, too, and I’ll be able to watch.”

  That was the right note. Lucy’s smile grew and she shifted her legs just a little wider. An invitation. “Sounds good to me, gorgeous.”

  “But first I want you on your knees,” Cait said. “Naked.”

  “Nothing you haven’t already seen.” And Lucy rose, all sinewy grace. She pulled the top over her head, slid the pants down to her ankles, piling both in the corner. No bra, no underwear. She stretched, her breasts rising, the long lines of her extending toward the ceiling.

  “Knees, I said.”

  How Cait was keeping her voice even was a mystery. Evan swallowed a few times.

  Then Lucy knelt for them, hands clasped behind her back, and he had an absurd desire to meet her there, to take her in his arms, to kiss her without force. But she could probably get all that upstairs. Unless she needed the combination of force and tenderness and didn’t know how to ask for it.

  He might have played with those things, as he had with Nick, but he didn’t think he was the person Lucy needed in that role. There was still too much he didn’t know. And Lucy didn’t have a Bernie looming nearby who knew everything.

  “Goddamn.” Ha. Now Cait sounded a little breathless. “Anywhere I shouldn’t touch, little miss?”

  “I’ll tell you if I want you to stop. But no.” Lucy took a deep breath. “No, Cait. I want you to have the run of me for the next little while.”

  “Oh, I got no complaints about that.” Cait stood, towering over Lucy, and reached down to press her palm to Lucy’s forehead. “Undress me, honey. While Ev does his thing.”

  Right, right, he had a thing. A thing he couldn’t really do while also trying to watch Lucy deferentially take off Cait’s clothes. He hadn’t really gone there with her. He’d topped her, but not in a way that demanded reverence. But god, watching her now, he wondered how he’d missed it. Or maybe he hadn’t. Maybe that was a thing she wanted from Cait, but hadn’t wanted from him. Maybe it was a thing Cait wanted that he didn’t.

  Hell, maybe it was just a fucking thing happening in this moment when he was supposed to be getting his damn harness in place but was actually staring at them instead.

  “Good girl.” Cait’s fingers dragged through Lucy’s hair, across her scalp.

  Lucy raised her eyes, slowly, over Cait’s naked body. “Anything you particularly like, Mama?”

  “Oh, all kinds of things.”

  Evan waited, expecting her to give direction. Cait had confided to him once that pretending to be confident with new sex partners was the only way she’d found actual confidence. She’d faked it until, eventually, she made it, seeming more at home in her body than he ever imagined being in his.

  But instead of giving direction, the way she always, always did, Cait smiled down at Lucy and shook her head. “I think I’ll see what you can do. Is this your first rodeo with a strapless?”

  A flash of something resembling Lucy’s shark smile. “No. But I can pretend to be new if that gets you off.”

  Now Cait hauled her to her feet and kissed her. “Fuck that. Eat me out, girl. Show me what you got.”

  “How do you feel about muffing?”

  Evan choked back a laugh. Cait tossed Lucy on the bed, growling, “Oh, it is on, Little Miss Know It All.”

  Muffing was not a first date activity, usually, but Lucy wanted to show off, and Cait clearly wanted to let her. She arranged herself, legs spread, strapless in a state she called vaguely attentive, which was as hard as she ever got. And Lucy nuzzled her thighs, tongue tracing a line at the juncture of Cait’s left leg, then right, using her nose, her eyelashes, hands coming up to hold Cait open to her.

  “Oh fuck,” Evan said distinctly. “Jesus.”

  “Mmm.” Lucy fluttered her eyelashes up Cait’s thigh. “Show me, baby. So I don’t waste time fumbling.”

  “I bet you don’t waste any time at all.”

  Evan tightened his straps quickly, eyes locked on where Cait’s fingers gently, deftly urged her balls up inside herself, then drew Lucy’s fingers to her twin pockets, Vag One and Vag Two, positioning them to nudge inside, following the path of her balls.

  Both of them inhaled when one of Lucy’s fingers went slightly deeper.

  “Less, baby?”

  “Go slowly. And no. More.”

  He didn’t want to stop watching. He’d never watched anyone do this but Cait. It was mesmerizing. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to risk jolting Lucy with her fingers performing the delicate fuck that was muffing. Cait liked it firm and smooth, and she guided Lucy with care, breathing faster, her other hand toying with one of her nipples.

  “You’re not bad,” she mumbled, her words totally belied by the strain in her tone.

  Lucy responded by nipping at her skin. Evan decided to take that as his cue.

  He adjusted the harness one last time before slipping a condom over the strap-on and lubing it up. He could already feel his heartbeat throbbing in his dick as he aligned himself behind Lucy.

  “Arch your back, little miss. Open yourself up for my man.”

  And oh, oh, Lucy spread her legs and arched her back and presented herself to him. Evan ran his palms up over her ass, squeezing her flesh, pulling it out so he could see her hole, smoothing over her lower back. “You’re so beautiful.”

  “You mean my ass is beautiful?”

  Cait let go of her nipple to reach for a handful of Lucy’s hair. “Take the compliment.”

  A rush of breath Cait must have been able to feel on her stomach. Lucy put her head down, fingers still.

  He didn’t stop moving, hands sliding down her legs, then back up, curling over her belly, her sides, tracing lines down in parallel bracketing her spine. He caught Cait’s eye and she smiled, just a little. A warm smile of shared confidences and sweetness.

  “Too hard, little miss?” she said softly.

  “I can’t be that in the way he means it.” Lucy’s voice was muffled. “I don’t want to be that.”

  She didn’t want to be beautiful? Had he really never said it before? Lucy didn’t have the kind of beauty a person noticed first; she was the sort of beautiful that crept up, over time, after hearing her laugh, seeing the way she took care of the people she loved. Her beauty was intertwined with her insight, her faith.

  Evan leaned over to kiss the small of her back. “I’m sorry. You captivate me, that’s all. But you don’t have to be beautiful if you don’t want to be.”

  Another sharp exhale. “Thank you, pet.”

  He used his thumbs to spread her lips, relishing the hitch in her breath, the tension in her back. “You’re really fucking wet.”

  “You two turn me on. You gonna fuck me or just fucking stare at me?”

  “Whatever I want.” He slid one thumb inside, pressing out on her walls.

  “Oh fuck me.”

  “Pretty sure I already am.”

  “Tell me what he’s doing.” The demand was tempered by Cait’s steady strokes on Lucy’s neck.

  “Fucking me with a finger. Stretching me, it feels like. Ohhhh. That’s good, baby. That’s real damn good.”

  She wanted it deep and hard and rough, and he’d give her that. But she also needed this. Rough was easier sometimes, because it didn’t give you time to think. Evan wanted Lucy to take time, wanted her to remember this later.

  He slid his other thumb in, really stretching her, on the inside, steady pressure that wouldn’t hurt, or wouldn’t hurt in a bad way. Controlled pressure might ache a bit, but if he was reading Lucy’s micro-thrusts back correctly, whatever she was getting out of this was good.

  “Use your mouth,” Cait murmured. “You’re falling down on the job.”

  “Your boy’s good with his hands.”

  “Oh, I know.”

  Lucy lifted her head, nuzzling against Cait’s strapless in its vaguely attentive state. “This good for you?”

  “I want your tongue, your lips, your mouth on my clit.”

  “Fuck yeah.”

  Evan waited until Lucy had become somewhat involved before positioning himself at her cunt. Cait held Lucy’s head against her as he slid inside, so when Lucy moaned, she could feel it. He pressed forward, gripping her hips, taking her past resistance. She hummed and Cait shifted, pushing up into her mouth as he pushed deeper into her cunt.

  Fuck, she felt good, so fucking hot, so fucking wet, so fucking open to him.

  “That’s right, that’s right.” Cait’s breaths were coming in faster and she still held Lucy’s head. “God, that’s so good. Touch me, honey. I want your fingers, too.”

  Evan bottomed out inside her and held strong so she could fuck herself against him as she went back to muffing Cait.

  “Good girl, good girl.” Cait’s fingers returned to Lucy’s. “Like this, press in and then out. You can go deeper than that. You can go— Ohhhhh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” She gasped. “That’s so fucking good. Ev, diddle her clit. I want her to lose control like she’s making me lose control.”

  Lucy went tense again, but between them she was stuck. And she was still so careful with Cait’s holes, even as she tried to close her legs against his hand.

  “You don’t want me to touch you?” He kept her in place by holding one hip, but let his fingers brush through her pubic hair, just below her belly. “Let us do this with you, Lucy. Please.”

  She allowed her legs to relax, allowed his fingers to explore her, dragging down to slide over the lips stretched around his dick, then back up to her clit, circling without a rhythm until she protested by more vigorously shoving back at him.

  He laughed. Cait grinned.

  Lucy did something with her tongue that wiped the grin and replaced it with open-mouthed pleasure, so Evan ramped up his attention to her clit until she practically vibrated.

  It was unreal, playing with these two women, being deep inside one and watching them both. Cait threw her head back, shaking, brushing Lucy’s fingers out of the way so she could push herself over while Lucy still sucked and licked and reached up to pinch a nipple.

  “I’m coming—Jesus—Lucy—” She curled in on herself and shuddered, eyes squeezed shut. “Ohhhhh yeah, yeah, that’s so good…”

  Evan pushed in deep, grinding into Lucy until she let Cait’s strapless slip free of her lips. Then he grabbed her hips and started stroking in and out, taking it a little slow at first, testing the straps of the harness, making sure it was holding right. That’s when he picked it up, careful to stay inside enough so he didn’t slide out.

  “Touch yourself,” Cait murmured, brushing hair from Lucy’s face. “I want you to come just like that, frigging yourself while he fucks you.”

  “Mmm, yes, ma’am.” Lucy shifted, reaching between her legs. “Give it to me, Evan. I want to feel you all the way to my bones.”

  “You got it.”

  There was something so fucking powerful about ramming into her, knowing his fingers would leave marks on her skin, knowing that she’d be sore, and that she wanted it that way. She wanted to feel him later, wanted to ache, wanted him to leave something of himself behind so she could hold it within herself.

  That thought, more than anything else, brought Evan to the edge of his own climax. He held there, waiting, the buzz of intensity taking him over until he rose higher every time she grunted, her ass tensing with his thrusts.

  Cait leaned over, slipping a hand under Lucy’s body. “You got a nice rack for a short girl.”

  Lucy huffed laughter. “Bite me, baby.” Then she hissed in sudden pain and Cait grinned. “Yeah, yeah, do that, do that and I’ll come, Cait, do it, hurt me—”

  He picked up the pace and force of his thrusts and Lucy sucked in breaths with pauses to curse and mumble their names. She came as if the orgasm unraveled her, pulling all of the tension from her muscles, all of the rigidity from her bones. Lucy’s upper body melted into the bed and only Evan’s hands on her hips kept her lower body from doing the same. He gave her a few more jolts as she came down, then withdrew, gently, letting her drop into a heap.

  “Thank you.” Lucy’s voice was low, not quite a whisper.

  “You can come to Boston and be our live-in sex monkey,” Cait said.

  “I’d be a really good sex monkey.”

  “I don’t offer that job to just anyone.” Cait raised an eyebrow at Evan. “You close, babe?”

  “So close.”

  “Get up here.”

  He went, and let her guide him until he was straddling her, until he was close to her lips and looking down.

  She licked the tip of his dick and he shivered. “I’m gonna do you hard and fast. Okay?”

  That meant one thing. Or a few things, but she was asking permission as much as telling him.

  “Yeah. That’s what I want.” And he did.

  Cait lost no time, reaching to the side for lube even as she ordered him to brace against the wall. Then her hands were on his ass and her mouth was on his dick, still wet from Lucy. He couldn’t look away from the way she cleaned him, glorying in his length, in Lucy’s taste, in everything she could do to make him feel good.

  He was ready when her hands slid lower, when they toyed with his front hole, when the pop of the lube alerted him that she was ready, that he’d better be. He focused on her lips on his dick, breathing in everything that was male about having his dick sucked, everything that was masculine and manly about towering over a beautiful woman who was sliding two of her fingers into his hole, while her other hand slipped on his ass.

  This was it. This was everything. Evan couldn’t keep his eyes open, the sensation was too intense. She was filling him as he filled her, still pumping his dick into her mouth even as one of her fingers pushed against his pucker and slipped inside.

  It was the best kind of orgasm, but the most precarious. He could lose this pleasure in a split second with the wrong random thought, or with pressure that skewed slightly off and reminded him of all the wrong things, but Cait knew him well, knew they were playing with a little bit of fire doing this now, doing it in front of Lucy.

  She pressed the wall between his holes, fucking him smoothly, making love to his body, every centimeter a man’s body, taking his dick, taking his holes.

  Evan held his breath and gave over, taking flight on pleasure and hope, and came in a rush so hard fireworks shot off behind his eyelids.

  A low whistle from behind him. “I’m gonna jerk off to that for the rest of my life.”

  If it had been a joke, it would have hurt. But it wasn’t a joke.

  Cait kissed his thighs, his belly, resting her face there for a moment. “Come home soon, Ev. I miss you.”

  “Miss you too.” He tumbled to the side and reached for her, kissing her with every bit of energy he had left.

  “Yeah. You two keep doing that I’m gonna get off again.”

  They smiled, breaking apart.

  “Sex monkey,” Cait said.

  “At your service,” Lucy replied. “Now that I’ve had mine, I guess it’s a good time to mention that you two should probably be on the road in like twenty minutes.”

  He groaned. “Oh god. That is the last thing I want to do right now.”

  “Me neither. But we have to.”

  They didn’t, though. At least not right away. They kissed until the tingling of sex in Evan’s body cooled to low embers he’d stoke until he got home to her.

  * * *

  Saying goodbye to Cait at the airport was way harder than he’d expected. They’d known it was a short trip, so he thought he was prepared. But something about the scene with Lucy earlier, about everything he’d learned over the last few months, which they hadn’t had time to even really talk about, made her leaving sharper than he’d expected.

  She kissed him, holding his face between her hands. They’d hardly spoken, sitting in the back seat while Will drove, this time with Hugh riding shotgun. They didn’t speak now, neither one of them willing to say goodbye.

 

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