Misplaced Hands: 4 (Foreign Affairs) (10 page)

Keith slid his right hand up her rib cage, over her breast, his fingers loosely cupping its full swell through her shirt. “And what do grown-ups do, Ms. Shaw?” he murmured against her ear.

Marc’s smile pulled at his lips. “Do they do this?”

He leaned forward and kissed Harper.

Keith held her motionless. The fact Harper ground her butt against his dick—still in recovery mode but growing heavier—told him she very much liked the idea of grown-ups kissing this way. That her nipple beaded beneath his palm reiterated the fact.

Marc pressed his hips to hers, imprisoning her between them both as he kissed her. Keith nipped at her earlobe, watching Marc make love to her mouth with his teeth and tongue. He didn’t think he’d ever tire of it, the sight of his best friend pleasuring Harper. It not only turned him on—and yes, his dick was getting harder by the second—it made him feel completely content.

Made him realize how much he loved the younger man. The concept of mateship was what Australia was built on and in this, sharing Harper with his best mate, Keith understood its importance more than ever.

He trusted Marc more than any other living soul. He loved him as only a mate could. Being a part of this with him, living this with him, changed nothing…and everything.

“Are you ready for Thomo to make love to you, darl’?” he whispered in Harper’s ear. “Because I think that’s what he’s about to do.”

Harper ground her arse harder against Keith’s cock. She covered his hand on her breast with her own, helping him knead the heavy swell, even as she reached for Marc’s erection.

“Holy fuck,” Marc burst out, breaking the kiss with a violent jolt. “That feels—”

Whatever Harper did, it tore a groan from him. “Undress her, Blue,” he panted, his nostrils flaring as he jerked his stare to Keith. “And hurry the fuck up about it.”

Without a word, Keith did just that.

Harper let him, her breaths rapid.

Marc watched, his massive cock a thick, venous pole jutting straight up.

“C-condom?” Harper whispered, the end of the word lost to a gasp as Keith slid his tongue along the crevice of her butt cheeks.

Marc reached into the top pocket of his shirt and withdrew a small foil square between two fingers. “Right here, love.”

Harper’s shaky pants filled the room. “If…if I ask you both to stop?”

Keith pressed his chest to her back. “We will. Promise. Without question or delay.”

Marc nodded. “Bloody oath we will. Trust us.”

“Stop.”

Keith stepped away from her.

So did Marc.

“I…” Harper swung to look at Keith over her shoulder, her face etched in hesitancy. “I’m nervous.”

Keith smiled. “You’re allowed to be.”

“We can take it as slow as you like, love,” Marc said.

Harper turned back to him. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Then make me come,” Harper whispered, the tension melting from her shoulders, her back. “Both of you.”

Keith’s heart slammed fast in his throat.

He smoothed his hands over her bare hips and drew her back to his body. Her skin was warm under his palms, her arse firm against his groin. His cock was close to erect again, his balls full. Christ, he wanted nothing more than to give the sweet, shy, brave woman in his arms orgasm after orgasm.

And to do it with his best mate.

He lowered his lips to the curve of her neck, nuzzling her soft skin. She moaned, raising her hands to fist his hair, fingers knocking the hat off his head. He skimmed his palms over the flat plane of her belly, tracing the shallow dip of her navel with his fingertip for a brief second before traveling over her rib cage.

“I’ve said this before, mate,” Marc said, his voice strained, “but watching you touch Harper is one of the horniest things I’ve ever seen.”

Keith raised his head, giving the younger man a slow smile as he brushed his fingers over Harper’s distended nipples. “I reckon I could think of something hornier.”

Marc cocked an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

Keith pressed his lips to Harper’s ear, nibbled once and then whispered, “Touch yourself, darl’. Make Thomo groan with lust.”

Her soft intake of breath pressed her breasts deeper into his cupping hands. Her nipples scraped the center of his palms. When she slowly lowered her hands, his heart thumped faster.

He didn’t need to see her fingers to know they’d found her sex. The raw groan tearing from Marc’s throat was evidence enough. As was the violent spasm making his erection twitch.

“Oh yeah.” Marc’s nostrils flared, his stare fixed on Harper’s pussy. “Again.”

Harper shifted slightly in Keith’s arms, a soft whimper slipping from her.

Marc’s cock twitched again. His jaw bunched. “Again.”

Harper’s shoulder rolled forward. “I’m so wet.”

Marc hissed, his eyes closing, his chest heaving.

It was too much for Keith. He slid one hand down, their fingers joining in her sex. She was right. She
was
wet. Her juices slicked her fingers as she penetrated her folds. He sank his middle finger into her sodden heat, joining her steady strokes within her walls.

She whimpered, rolling her hips into their combined thrusts.

“Tell Thomo to suck your tits,” Keith whispered against the side of her neck.

“Suck my tits, Marc,” Harper ordered.

Without a word, Marc dropped to his knees and took her left nipple in his mouth.

“Oh God…” A tremble shook through Harper. Keith could feel it deep within her core. Her pussy constricted on his thrusting finger, taking him deeper.

His balls rose, swollen with need. “Tell him to bite them.”

Another shudder racked Harper. “B-bite them, Marc,” she panted. “Please.”

Her sharp intake of breath told Keith his best mate had done as ordered. As did the clamping suction of Harper’s pussy on his finger.

“Again,” she begged, without prompting.

She whimpered, her sex squeezing tight once more.

“Now suck them,” she commanded, her fingers withdrawing from her moist heat to wrap around Keith’s wrist. She pushed his finger deeper inside her, rolling her hips as she controlled his thrust.

Marc’s moan scraped at Keith’s control. His friend was doing everything Harper told him to.

“Harder. Suck them harder.” Harper pumped Keith’s hand, driving him in and out of her cunt. “Harder. That’s it. That’s it.”

Hot blood surged into Keith’s cock. That she now controlled her pleasure made him giddy with lust. That she was taking charge of his and Marc’s possession of her body made him burn with need.

There was nothing shy or uncertain about Harper now. She was giving herself over to passion, to pleasure, and taking them with her.

Keith couldn’t imagine a more perfect sexual awakening.

“So good,” she rasped, arching into his plundering hand. Her grip on his wrist grew firmer. Her sex grew wetter, tighter. “So good. Keep sucking, Marc. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t…”

Her orgasm rocked through her, wild pulses that squeezed Keith’s finger. Her cream flowed, coating his knuckles. She jerked in his arms, her shoulders rammed to his chest, her hips bucking.

“Oh God, oh…oh…yes…that’s…yes…”

Marc stood and sheathed himself. “Get your hand out of the way, Blue,” he ordered, lifting Harper’s right leg to hook it over his elbow.

Keith did just that and when Harper threw back her head, when her nails drove into his wrist, when her cry filled the air, he planted his feet firm and leaned into her back, supporting her as his best friend buried his cock deep within her sex.

Harper’s second climax was already set to detonate in her core. Marc’s girth spread her pussy wide. A searing heat filled the folds of her sex, exquisite in its pain. She cried out, the hard wall of Keith’s chest keeping her stable.

“So fucking tight,” Marc panted, his forehead pressed to her shoulder, his arm holding her leg off the floor. His cock throbbed inside her, stretching her wider with each penetration. She clung to him, taking him as deep as she could, leaning against Keith as she did so.

“So fucking beautiful,” Keith breathed, his lips on her ear. His hands cupped her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipple in harmony with Marc’s thrusts.

She whimpered, the sheer pleasure consuming her, stealing any other response.

Oh God, this was amazing. Insane. Debauched.

Perfect.

So perfect.

“I’m going to fucking come soon, love.” Marc lifted her knee higher. “I can’t hold on. But I want you to come again. I want you to come with me and I want Blue to come with us.”

Behind her, Keith let out a low growl. His hands squeezed her breasts. His dick nudged her ass. “Jesus, mate. You think I’m letting Harper go so I can strip?”

Harper’s heart quickened. “You don’t need to strip,” she said, her voice a raspy breath. She squeezed her pussy around Marc’s cock then wriggled her fingers between her body and Keith’s, reaching for his erection.

“Fuck me, darl’,” the words were strained, “you touch my dick and I’ll come on your back.”

“I don’t care,” she answered, pumping her hand up and down its turgid length.

“She got you, Blue?” Marc’s question was a ragged moan, his thrusts quickening.

“Fuck yes,” Keith ground out. His cock pulsed in her grip.

Marc’s breath fanned her shoulder. His thrusts increased in speed, stretching her wide with each stroke. “Does it feel good?”

Oh yeah…

“Oh yeah.” Keith echoed her feverish thought. His cock throbbed, a testament to the words.

“Good.” Marc lifted his head and gazed into her eyes. “Then let’s fucking explode, ’eh? Ready, love?”

He slammed into her, hard, fast, his biceps a perfect curve of muscle against her knee, holding her leg high, his cock sinking deeper into her with wild rhythm.

She cried out, mimicking his strokes with her fist on Keith’s erection. How could this be happening? How could she feel so…so…consumed?

“Close, mate?” Marc asked.

“Close,” Keith panted behind her. “So close.”

A grin tugged at the corner of Marc’s lips. “Then it’s time to come, baby.”

He punched into her. Just as Keith raked one hand down to the curve of her sex. He rolled his fingertip on her clit and liquid heat ruptured inside her.

She came. And as she did, so did Marc, his hips bucking without rhythm, his cry a strangled groan in his throat.

She came and, just when she thought her leg would collapse, when her body could no longer survive under such exquisite pleasure, Keith came as well, his cock erupting in her hand, his seed splashing against the small of her back.

He didn’t make a sound. He didn’t have to. His release shuddered through him, quaking through his body, trembling through hers. Demonstrating its fierce power.

When he slumped against her, she knew he was spent.

“That was all right, ’eh?”

She burst out laughing at Marc’s breathless statement, and then let out a little whimper as he slowly lowered her leg to the ground and withdrew from her sex.

“All right doesn’t begin to describe it,” she answered, releasing Keith’s cock.

He stepped away from her without a word, and for a surreal moment she missed the feel of his chest pressed to her back so much it ached.

Marc moved away from her. “How ’bout bloody brilliant then?”

She watched him dispose of the condom, scoop up his jeans from the floor and shove his legs into them. It dawned on her neither Keith nor Marc wore underwear. For some reason, she liked that. “Bloody brilliant comes a little closer.”

“Love the way you say
bloody
in that accent of yours.” He snared his hat from beside his boots and placed it on his head. “So damn sexy.”

She blushed. “My accent isn’t sexy. Yours though…oh boy.”

Before he could respond, Keith was beside her, a warm washcloth in his hand. He cleaned her fingers of his seed, his fly once more zipped closed, his hat—Harper couldn’t help but notice—back on his head.

She smiled, despite the fact she was now the only one naked in the room. Who would have thought she’d ever feel comfortable standing naked before two men? She’d rarely let her ex-boyfriend see her naked, always more comfortable under the sheets with the lights dimmed.

Looking at them both, her heart slowly returning to its normal pace, it dawned on her the sun no longer shone through the curtain. When had it gotten so late?

When you were doing the opposite of everything you ever knew. Isn’t it amazing?

She turned on her heel and made her way to the small kitchen, uncaring of her naked state. One of the perks of being scared of shadows—she spent a lot of time working out. The gym near her school was the closest thing she had to a regular social event. All that time in step classes made for a great butt. “Would you like coffee?” she asked, giving her great butt a little wiggle.