Rule of Three (26 page)

Was there something wrong with her? Was she abnormal in some way, that this excited her, turned her on beyond belief, but also aroused a torrent of tender emotions inside her?

She loved them. She loved them both. She wanted them to be happy.

Dag filled his mouth with Chris, the thick length, the clean taste of him, and inhaled his warm, masculine scent. He rubbed up one thigh, fingertips grazing a lean hipbone then slipped a hand between Chris’s legs to find his balls and fondle them. Jesus, they were tight, pulled up against his body, and hot, so hot. Chris groaned again and his fingers tugged sharply at Dag’s hair, sending shivers cascading over him.

His fingers played more, sliding even farther back as he had that night everything had gone to hell. Chris had loved it, he’d exploded in his mouth once his finger had found his gland, and he wanted to do it again. But even more, he wanted to be inside Chris.

“Oh,” Kassidy breathed from behind Chris. “Let me do that. Please.”

Dag let Chris’s dick slide from his mouth and looked at Kassidy. Passion glazed her eyes and she reached a hand between Chris’s legs from behind. “I’ve…always wanted to.”

“Christ,” Chris moaned. Dag smiled and rose to his feet.

“Tonight, buddy, you get to find out what it’s like to be the center of attention.” He led Chris to the bed, and with a hard shove had him lying on his back. Kassidy moved between his legs, and Dag threw himself down beside Chris and took hold of his cock again.

“Mmm.” Kassidy started licking, her little tongue stroking up over Chris’s thighs, then between them. Dag lifted Chris’s shaft out of her way, bent his head to resume sucking on him while Kassidy licked Chris’s balls and slid her fingers beneath him. “Lift your legs,” she instructed Chris moments later. Chris bent his legs and dug his heels into the edge of the bed, and Kassidy disappeared farther, the top of her dark head visible as Dag sucked long and lusciously. He rubbed over Chris’s chest with his free hand, felt the tremors shaking him, gave one nipple a pinch just to feel the jerk of his body.

Kassidy made soft little pleasure sounds, and Chris tightened and lifted off the bed. “Here,” Dag muttered, releasing him again. “Like this…” And he grabbed Chris’s knees and shoved them back, exposing his ass to Kassidy.

“Oh yes,” she sighed. “Yes.” She too trembled as she bent her head again. “Chris, oh Chris, you taste so good, I love doing this.”

Dag watched her tongue him, nibble at his ass cheeks then lick lower and lower.

“Fuck!” Chris cried out, his face tight. “Oh fuck, that feels good.”

“You wouldn’t let me do this,” Kassidy murmured, then resumed licking, teasing with her tongue in that sensitive area. Dag’s own groin ached in sympathy, in longing too, wanting to be touched that way. He knew how incredible it felt, knew what Chris was experiencing, and it thrilled him.

“Play with his hole,” he directed Kassidy, handing her a bottle of lube he’d grabbed from the nightstand. He held Chris’s cock up and out of the way so he could see what she was doing, the skin of Chris’s balls and perineum stretched taut and beautiful. “We have to get him ready. It’s gonna be…tight.”

“Mmm.” Her finger brushed over Chris’s hole, now slick with lube, and Chris groaned and writhed at the touch. She did it again and again, then finally pushed inside. Just the tip of her finger, not far, and Dag almost exploded just watching her slender digit disappear into Chris.

She pumped a little bit, a few times, her eyes wide and hot, her other hand cupping his balls, massaging lightly. “Does that feel good, Chris?” she asked.

“Oh fuck, yeah.” Chris’s hands fisted into the duvet, his knuckles white.

Seeing the pleasure on both their faces was a rush, so achingly hot and lovely. Dag’s whole body burned and throbbed.

Kassidy’s intent expression as she focused her attention there in that most intimate of places, Chris’s face tight with bliss
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it was almost enough to bring tears to a guy’s eyes. Not him. He blinked at the stinging feeling in the corners of his eyes. Jesus, he never cried. Never.

He had to be inside Chris, now, but he gathered every particle of restraint he had. “Try two fingers,” he told Kassidy. She did so and a long, rough sound came from Chris.

“There,” she whispered. “There you go…so good.”

Just a little longer. Rushing things would not be good for Chris, not this time, his first time. Dag bent his head and rubbed his cheek over Chris’s hip bone, pressed open-mouthed kisses there, across the soft skin between his navel and the brown curls. He took him in his mouth again. So good, so thick and hard against his tongue.

“Okay, Jesus,” Chris gasped. “You gotta stop or…”

Dag again let Chris’s cock slide out, letting the edge of his teeth drag over the crown, making Chris hiss.

“Okay,” he said, and he met Kassidy’s eyes. “Gonna do it now.”

She bit her lip and nodded, cheeks flushed pretty and pink, eyes sparkling.

“You lie down,” he gently directed her. “On your back, baby. That way you can see both of us.”

“Yes.” She nodded and scrambled over Chris’s body to do as Dag asked. Chris rolled and, before he moved over Kassidy, Dag reached for Chris’s neck, pulled him close and gave him a fast, hard kiss on the mouth.

Above his girlfriend, Chris paused, weight on his hands. “I love you, Kassidy,” he whispered, and then he kissed her, another fast hard kiss.

He was dying. The pleasure was so intense it hurt, and Chris knew they’d barely started. He lifted his mouth from Kassidy’s, the sweet softness so different from Dag’s darker, harder mouth. At the far back of his mind, he couldn’t believe he was doing this, but yet he knew he wanted it, so damn much it scared him. He wanted Dag, like this.

Dag. All the times they’d been together. He’d never known how Dag felt, never even thought about it, just got lost in pleasure, his own pleasure, the girl’s pleasure, even Dag’s pleasure. It had all just been mindless, thoughtless bliss. Until now.

He focused on Kassidy’s face, though, her mouth, the curve of her cheek, the love shining in her eyes. He couldn’t do this without her. He’d told Dag that, almost thinking that might make a difference, but then Dag had blown his mind by telling him he was falling in love with Kassidy too. “Let’s go home,” he’d said to Chris. “Home to Kassidy.”

Gratitude swelled in his chest so huge it almost choked him, gratitude and relief that he’d found this woman who’d pushed him to look inside himself and have the courage to admit how he felt and what he wanted. Who else would ever have understood or accepted something so bizarre?

And gratitude to Dag too, for all he’d given him, for all he’d given Kassidy, for also accepting Chris’s need for there to be three of them.

Chris pushed into Kassidy, and her body pulled him in, so hot, scalding him, so wet, bathing him, and he watched her face as he filled her, the haze in her eyes, the curve of her mouth into the sweetest smile. “Love you,” he said.

“I love you too.”

Dag’s hands moved on his hips, his thighs. Heat spiraled. Fire streaked through his veins and every nerve ending jumped as he waited, abs tense, for what was coming. It had been so fucking good, that night Dag had made him come. When he’d nailed his gland like that, he’d thought the top of his head was going to fly off. So the anticipation was both good and nervous, the unfamiliar sensations of being invaded there disturbing yet erotic.

Dag’s fingers slid between the cheeks of his ass, so wicked, so dangerous, hot shivers rippled over his skin.

“Want me to wear a condom?” Dag murmured behind him. Chris jerked his head around.

“Uh…no.”

“Sure?” Dag dragged his tongue over his shoulder. Warm pleasure poured through him.

“Yeah.” Chris choked out the word. “You’ve been fucking Kassidy without a condom. You said you were tested. You’re good.”

“Yeah. And Kassidy’s the only one I’ve been with.”

Dag reached for the bottle of lube and squirted some into his hand. The cool slickness startled Chris as Dag spread it then he squeezed more into his palm and spread it over his cock.

Jesus. Now wasn’t a good time to think about how big Dag was. His butt cheeks clenched hard even as Dag’s lubed-up fingers probed.

“Relax.” Kassidy’s voice whispered over him, her fingers stroking his tight shoulders. “I can feel you tense up. Relax.”

“Yeah.” Dag echoed her words, again licked his tongue up Chris’s back, moved lower and bit one cheek. Chris jumped.

Dag’s fingers probed and pushed then parted his cheeks. Chris squeezed his eyes closed, willed his body to relax even as every cell shouted out for more, more, more. Kassidy’s soft murmurs and tender caresses, Dag’s hands, and then, oh Christ, Dag’s cock, the big blunt head probing at his asshole. “Aw, fuuuuck…”

The pain seared him, heat flamed over his ass, washing up over his whole body. He froze in place, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. Kassidy reach a hand up to his cheek, pulled him to face her. “It’s okay,” she whispered again. Racing bolts of electricity zapped through his body, straight to his balls, torturously tight. Dag’s fingers dug into his hips as he pushed in farther and Chris groaned.

Dampness broke out on his skin, on his forehead, his chest. Every nerve ending was sensitized to the point of pain, especially his ass, burning with a fire that seared him.

“Feel the burn?” Dag asked behind him, stroking a hand up his back.

“Yeah.”

“Gonna make you burn more.” And with another hard thrust that had Chris crying out, he was in him, filling him, filling his ass.

“Fuck!” he cried again, but now Dag was in, he was hitting that spot, that gland that sent his mind spinning right out of his body. Nothing existed but sensation, he was wrapped up in it, Kassidy’s hot wetness rippling around his cock, buried deep in her sweet pussy, her hands drifting over his body as her eyes lost focus, Dag’s thick spear of flesh inside him, his body slamming into his ass as he fucked him.

“Feels so good,” Kassidy moaned. “So good. I feel you both…every time Dag pushes in, I feel it too.”

“Both…fucking…you,” Dag said tightly. He bent over Chris, his hands sliding around to his chest, pinching his nipples. More pleasure streaked through his body. Too much, it was almost too much to bear, pleasure so intense he burned from it.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “I love it. I love you.”

And Chris knew she was saying that both of them. He squeezed his eyes shut against the emotion that exploded inside him, too much, too much…

Kassidy tipped her pelvis up a little more into Chris’s thrusts. “Close,” she whispered, eyes falling closed. “I’m close…”

“Me…too.” Dag pumped into him, the pressure and drag and pull inside him and on his cock as he tried to keep moving inside Kassidy had sensation climbing inside him, his skin burning, his balls tightening, pressure building.

“Come, sweetheart, come now,” he panted, ’cause he was done, couldn’t control it, and then he burst, totally blasted off inside her, her contractions around him milking him, squeezing him.

“Yeah, oh yeah,” Dag groaned, rested his head against him and then he pumped faster, rose to grip Chris’s hips as he pounded into him, fast, furious so damn good, flooding his channel with his come. “God, Chris, god. Love this. Love you. So. Damn. Much.”

“Dag.” Chris couldn’t stop the words that spilled out of him. “Love you too, man. Love you too.”

Kassidy drifted back to reality slowly, floating on a cloud of bliss, a haze of pleasure.

It was real. What Dag talked about
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his crazy philosophical ideas. That reality exists independent of consciousness. That Chris’s feelings for Dag had existed, no less real because he hadn’t admitted them. That what exists doesn’t exist because one thinks it does, it simply exists, regardless of anyone’s awareness or knowledge.

Four hands moved over her body, cupping her aching breasts, squeezing gently, rubbing her nipples. One mouth on hers, one on her neck, kissing, licking, sucking. They’d done this before. But this time was different.

This time they
were three–the rule of three.

About the Author

Kelly Jamieson lives in Winnipeg, Canada and is the author of over twenty romance novels and novellas. Her writing has been described as “emotionally complex”, “sweet and satisfying” and “blisteringly sexy”. If she can stop herself from reading or writing, she loves to cook. She has shelves of cookbooks that she reads at length. She also enjoys gardening in the summer, and in the winter she likes to read gardening magazines and seed catalogues (there might be a theme here…). She also loves shopping, especially for clothes and shoes. She loves hearing from readers, so please visit her website at
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