Something New (22 page)

Abby’s lips parted just as the force of Braden’s penetration pushed Rodrigo’s cock right into her mouth. She didn’t close her lips too tightly around Rodrigo but rather let the soft caress of her tongue tease Rodrigo’s length every time Braden bumped their bodies forward as one. Rodrigo watched his erection disappear repeatedly into the warm, wet cavern of Abby’s mouth. She held his stare, looking right back through overly bright eyes as she accepted this brand of fucking. Her nipples were pebbled to tight knots that Rodrigo imagined were as hard and aching as his cock was.

He opened his mouth to tell her to play with herself, but right then Braden wrapped his arms around Rodrigo and folded himself against Rodrigo’s back. Braden buried his face in Rodrigo’s hair and switched his long, sure strokes to concentrated little pumps with his cock that nudged again and again and again over that mind-blowing, wonderful kill spot in Rodrigo’s flaming chute.

Now that Rodrigo hardly moved, Abby changed up her play to counter Braden’s softer bump and grind. She took over Rodrigo’s prick with powerful suctioning drags, all the way up and down his length, eating him with an enthusiasm he’d never experienced with a partner until her. While Braden fucked Rodrigo in a brand-new way and drilled his prostate with agonizing precision, Abby gave him the most complete and aggressive blowjob he’d ever had. In response, Rodrigo slipped to a place where only the need for these two people existed. He started shuttling his hips back and forth, his body and mind filling him up with screeching, tearing desire he could not control. He lapsed into incoherent half-word moans that mixed begging with giving orders and even some cries to stop and pleas that he couldn’t take feeling this much anymore.

Braden scraped his teeth across Rodrigo’s scalp and bit his ear. “Fucking give it up for me, Rigo.” The man’s voice sounded like it had been pulled up from hell. He flexed his arms around Rodrigo’s waist, holding him in place as he tucked his cock all the way inside Rodrigo and filled every inch of his tender, throbbing passage. “I’m so fucking close too.” He shoved a hand between Rodrigo’s thighs and took hold of his balls. “Let me see you lose it first.”

One swelling cock in his ass, one gentle squeeze of those fingers surrounding his sac, and one tantalizing flick of a tongue along the rim of his cock converged in a perfect storm and threw Rodrigo right over the railing into the turbulent, angry sea. He grabbed the base of his penis and let out a monstrous hoarse shout as orgasm shook the entire way through his being. Abby’s creamy skin proved a target Rodrigo couldn’t deny himself, and as the rush of seed burst out of him, Rodrigo shot short, jerky lines of ejaculate onto his woman’s shoulders, neck, and breasts. The sight of Abby leaning in to accept his cum rocked another shudder through Rodrigo. Every muscle in his body tensed in a tight wave, and his rectum clamped down on Braden’s embedded dick with a choking hold.

Braden’s entire body jolted, and he bit into the tendons cording Rodrigo’s neck. “The two of you…” He drew back with a moan and then speared Rodrigo’s ass again. “So good… Yes, yes…” Two more driving thrusts and then he uttered brokenly, “Oh, oh fuck…” Braden plastered his front to Rodrigo’s back as his cock pulsed and pulsed and pulsed against Rodrigo’s anal walls. A heartbeat later, as Braden came, his ejaculate warmed Rodrigo’s rectum even through the barrier of latex.

“Shit.”

Rodrigo muttered that one little word, and inside Braden’s head, he heard “Damn, stud, you just fucked me good.” He smiled against the man’s shoulder, and his dick remained hard and hot buried in Rodrigo’s ass. He still had his fingers closed around Rodrigo’s nuts, and as Braden released them to pull away, the back of his hand brushed the still-rigid length of Rodrigo’s cock. Rodrigo sucked in a fast breath as it happened; his dick twitched too, and Braden couldn’t resist taking that as an invitation for more.

Braden wrapped his hand around the dark, thick base of Rodrigo’s penis and gently rubbed the velvety smooth hardness all the way to the tip. Rodrigo gasped and immediately covered Braden’s hand with his, stilling Braden’s quest.

“Don’t,” Rodrigo said. He moved his fingers up and dug them into Braden’s wrist. “Please.”

Leaving Rodrigo’s death grip where it was, Braden nuzzled his cheek into Rodrigo’s stubbly one, almost like one animal feeling out another. “Just relax, Rigo.” With Rodrigo’s fingers still attached to his wrist, Braden stroked Rodrigo’s cock again. “Push through the initial sensitivity that makes you want to rip my hand away.” Braden knew of what he spoke. His relationship hadn’t worked out with Ben, but Braden had spent one entire night on his knees, back, stomach, and even up against a shower wall begging for a reprieve while the man worked him over time and again, keeping Braden stiff the whole time and periodically coming like a geyser. Knowing how to stroke and when to push, Braden curled his fingers down to fondle Rodrigo’s sac and then gently twisted at his root again. “If you can get through my hand on you for just a few minutes, you can stay hard and get juiced up enough to come again.”

Rodrigo nodded, whispered an agreement with a heavy breath, and Braden began working the man’s cock and balls over with soft tugs, squeezes, and drags. Braden’s arousal stayed piqued as he watched his fingers manipulate Rodrigo’s impressive penis and keep it hard. Soon Rodrigo swished his hips and pumped into the handjob; the man slipped back into making those sexy noises of his, proving that he’d fought through the instinct to pull away and had won.

Victory. I can’t wait to taste it.

Braden picked up the pace. He thought he’d done one hell of a job just in keeping Rodrigo primed for more, but then Abby whimpered this purring little sound, and Braden realized he was stirring Abby up just as much as Rodrigo and himself. He looked down at Abby and saw eyes nearly in a haze as she darted her gaze all over Rodrigo and Braden, taking in everything they did. Her chest rose and fell in small panting breaths, and she had both hands under her skirt, clearly between her legs. Braden couldn’t see anything, but he fucking envisioned her fingering that snug pussy of hers, and he knew she would be soaking wet. Braden’s fleeting thought of making Rodrigo come by his hand, then getting in a shower and finally having a late meal flew from his mind. His libido suddenly surged for an even more intimate mating for all three of them.

Breaking through the sounds of three people breathing unevenly, Braden said, “Let us see you warm up, honey, but don’t let yourself come.” Abby’s shocked gaze lifted to his. “Pull up that skirt again.” Braden felt Rodrigo’s attention shift down to her fully too. “Let us watch what you’re doing to yourself.”

Without a word, Abby actually pushed her skirt
down
her legs and off her body rather than bunching it around her waist, leaving her only in cowboy boots. On the floor, leaning against the cabinets, Abby spread her thighs and showed off the bounty she had to offer. She licked two fingers, and both Braden and Rodrigo shuddered. On the way down to her pussy, Abby ran those slick fingertips over her nipples, streaking shiny little lines of saliva across her pale skin. She put her fingers in her mouth again and proceeded to anoint them as completely as she’d done to Rodrigo’s cock, a sight that had both men, still connected, moaning and tilting forward as if she’d transfer that talented tongue onto them. A light popping noise mingled with the smells of sex in the air as Abby withdrew those two digits and delved them through the curly down of auburn hair at the apex of her thighs. She kept going, rubbing all along her slit, and teased the plump folds of her sex enough to make herself moan and jerk her hips. She ran her fingers over her pussy again, and this time her eyelids fell to half-mast as she tapped at her clit and then went back down to push just her fingertips into her body.

Jesus Christ
. It was like watching a sports figure at the top of his game. Her game, Braden corrected as his cock swelled. Aggressively. Inside Rodrigo’s ass.
Fuck.

Braden released Rodrigo’s dick and pulled his cock out of the man’s ass before Abby gave them such a show he unloaded twice in one condom. He tore off the rubber and tossed it aside just as Abby widened the stance of her legs and slid farther down the floor. Her fingers slowly picked up speed as she moved back and forth between her entrance and clit and she started to lift her hips to meet her own hand.

Turning Rodrigo toward him, Braden yanked them front to front. He mashed their cocks together and started jerking them off as one. Rodrigo grunted and shoved his hand down to join Braden’s, and together they rubbed their shafts against one another to a nearly painful degree while watching Abby slip deeper and deeper into the pleasure of her own touch.

Not yet, you don’t.

A flashing picture of exactly what Braden wanted appeared in his mind in 3-D Technicolor. It pulled such a twisting rope of need between Braden’s heart and cock he almost doubled over where he stood.

I need it right now.

Never had such an ache for a connection between three people at once torn through Braden with such power it rendered him speechless. Instead of talking, Braden whipped his hand down, wrapped his fingers around Abby’s upper arm, and hauled her to her feet. At the same, he moved forward, which forced Rodrigo to walk backward until Rodrigo’s thighs hit the edge of Abby’s kitchen table.

Braden managed to get “up” past his throat as he maneuvered Rodrigo onto the table and pulled his ass right to the edge. Braden then stepped in closer and forced the man’s thighs wide apart with his own. He took both their cocks in hand again and fused them together.

Oh fuck, yes.

Glancing to Abby at their side, Braden imagined he must look like an untamed animal, and in truth, he felt like something primal who only understood how to take what was his. What he wanted. What he needed.

These two people.

Releasing that coarse need into the air, Braden looked to his and Rodrigo’s lined-up erections, back to Abby, and whispered gutturally, “Take us both.” As Braden gave that order, Rodrigo’s cock jumped just as hard as Braden’s did in the confines of his hand. “Please.”

“Oh God.” Abby shivered and pushed her hand between her closed legs, moaning as she surely fingered her clit. “Yes.”

Her hair falling around her face, Abby climbed up on the table, using Braden’s arms for balance as she settled her body above the twin lines of their pricks. Rodrigo took hold of her waist, steadying her, and Abby, slowly—so fucking steadily and with pure focus—slid her thighs wider across the table and sank down, down, down. Amid the gasps and moans of three people, she rocked her hips back and forth and took two men into her snug-as-hell, inviting, warm pussy.

The second first contact happened—the fucking moment Braden felt that slick slide of Abby’s excitement against the tip of his prick—he knew what had happened. From Rodrigo’s rearing upright and Abby’s inhaling sharply it was clear the realization had hit them at the exact same time too. They all realized what they’d done.

They hadn’t used protection.

The feel of being buried in this woman bare, where Braden could feel every damn inch of Rodrigo tucked inside her right next to him too, locked Braden in the most glorious state of paralyzing rigidity.

I’ve never taken anyone without a condom in my life.

Holy fuck. Braden had never been so far gone or with someone else who was also so far lost to the moment that they’d ever forgotten to use a condom. Yet somehow, all three of them, as one, had forgotten what they’d been able to remember to do twice tonight already.

It’s my fault.

Horror filled Braden even as every drop of blood in his body raced straight to his penis and pushed at Abby’s sheath. “I’m sor—”

Abby smacked her hand over Braden’s mouth. “Don’t be.” She rubbed her thumb across his lips. “I’m all right.”

“Me too, man.” Rodrigo reached past Abby to touch Braden’s hip, the move drawing a hiss as their cocks slid within Abby.

Words escaped Braden. A rush of emotion he wasn’t prepared to feel merged with the supercharged sexual attraction already saturating the air and took complete control. Braden surged forward, deep into Abby, and in doing so drove her and Rodrigo back onto the table. Both of them cried out, and Braden could only pray it was more of the good kind of shouts he’d been hearing all night because he could not slow down or stop. He pumped his hips and fucked Abby while Rodrigo’s cock remained still and hard lodged inside her channel, creating a piece of heaven right in this small kitchen. Every slide of Braden’s length not only gave him that incredible, squeezing softness of a woman but also the granite-stiff contact of rubbing up against a man as erect as he was.

So fucking good.

Beads of sweat trickled down Braden’s temples and occasionally burned his eyes, but he could not let himself blink let alone look away from Abby’s and Rodrigo’s faces. She had her head on Rodrigo’s shoulder with her cheek pressed against his, and the stark difference in their coloring riveted Braden just as much as the varying shades of light and dark in their eyes and the low rough moans from Rodrigo that contrasted with the throatier ones from Abby. Everything about them side by side attacked all Braden’s senses and shot a staggering pain straight through his body.

They’re beautiful.

And they’re mine.

At the same time.

Braden’s heart seized, and he staggered to a stop with a shudder. He’d never realized getting what he wanted would be such a terrifying thing or how much his desire to protect them and make them happy would so quickly consume his very soul.

Or that failing would be the death of him.

The thought of losing Abby or Rodrigo wrenched an inhuman noise out of Braden that rocked through to his core. He dropped down and took Abby’s mouth with a rough kiss first and then blindly turned to claim Rodrigo too, marking these people as his.

Somehow, without words, Abby and Rodrigo understood. They both curled their hands around Braden’s neck and whispered his name at the same time, creating the most soothing touch and sound Braden had ever felt or heard in his life. He pulled back, found those two so very different gazes waiting for him, accepting him, and it altered his very life.