Watching Sin (A Fetish and Fantasy Short Story) (5 page)

Chapter Six

Killian…

Killian took control, without missing a beat after easing Alana down from her climax. Seeing her finger in Doug’s tiny back hole had him dribbling pre-cum all over the bedspread, and he knew it was time to take action.

Doug was still pumping away between her breasts, but after two orgasms earlier in the evening, he was likely to stay that way for a while. Killian rose up to his knees, cupping Doug’s ass to shift him forward, so that his aching cock could slide against Alana’s dripping snatch.

“Mmm, your wife has a hot pussy, Doug.” Killian groaned sinking his cock halfway into her tight sheath before he had to stop and give her time to adjust.

“Fuck yeah, she does. Don’t go easy on her. She likes it rough…uh…Sir.” Doug was looking back over his shoulder, watching Killian slide his dick into Alana instead of thrusting his own cock between her breasts.

Killian was glad to see his comfort level was still high considering his back passageway had already been invaded. Pushing limits was Killian’s specialty, and these two made him ache to cross every line they drew in the sand.

Gripping Alana’s hip with one hand, Killian grabbed ahold of Doug’s shoulder with the other, and began to thrust. He knew that it would give Doug the sensation of being fucked every time he pushed forward, and he delighted in watching the other man squirm atop his wife.

Doug grunted, and his body tensed, but he didn’t push Killian’s hand away. Surprisingly, he released his grip on Alana’s breasts, and covered Killian’s hand with his own. A shot of heat zipped through the connection, and Killian immediately made a few decisions about how far he was going to push Doug.

“Does she squirt?” Killian asked, his voice harsher than he intended.

“Nope, but that doesn’t stop you from trying.” Doug said, and they shared a wicked grin.

Killian rocked his hips, forcing his cock up against Alana’s g-spot, and bracing her ass on his knees. With the hand that had been holding her hip, he used his thumb to find her clit, and he pressed gently. Her body shuddered under him, and he did it again more firmly. By the time she climaxed again he was barely holding onto his control, and there wasn’t a chance in hell he would be able to bring her to the top again without coming all over her.

“No luck this time, love,” he told her, pressing a kiss to her belly, close enough to Doug’s ass cheeks to feel his hair displace against them, “But I don’t give up easily. Up with you now.”

~ ~ ~

Alana…

Once they had all separated their tangle of limbs, Killian lifted the blindfold away. She had to blink at the sudden flood of light in her eyes, but once she was able to focus again, her vision was filled with nothing but delicious man meat.

Killian was as well-built as she anticipated, with abs that had more ridges than a potato chip, and a sexy line of brown hair that ran in a narrow strip from his nipples to his nads. Beside him Doug was stockier, and less defined, but no less attractive. His bare chest was adorned with a single tattoo that said,
Only the Good Die Young
, homage to his younger years and the best friend he lost when he was seventeen. It had always been their sexy secret. Very few people knew he had the black filigreed lettering over his left peck, but now Killian was one of them. How long would Doug allow him to remain in their circle after tonight?

“There you are gorgeous. As much fun as blindfolding is, I love seeing your eyes,” Doug said, kissing her deeply. She loved tasting herself on his lips from earlier. If he wasn’t coated in sticky lube, she might have kissed his cock for the pleasure it brought her breasts.

Killian moved his face in close enough for both of them to feel his breath, and he took over the moment their lips separated. Through barely open eyes, Alana watched as Doug’s lips brushed across his best friend’s cheek as he pulled away. It was as close to a kiss as she figured he was going to give, and damn, it turned her on.

Alana rested on her elbows, while Killian removed the clamps from her nipples. It seemed to turn him on even more when she yelped in pain. Quickly, Doug sucked a nipple between his lips, while Killian laved the other with his tongue, easing the sting until her whimpers went from pain to pleasure.

After three orgasms, her limbs were limp as noodles, and she was struggling to keep herself from dozing as they licked and sucked her swollen aching nipples. Both men still had massive hard-ons, but she wasn’t sure how she was possibly going to survive two more rounds of fucking.

Killian seemed to sense that she was giving out, and by the sticky line of precum dangling from the purple head of his cock, he was on the brink too. This time he directed Doug to lie on his back, and Alana to climb astride him. She didn’t hesitate, climbing up into her favorite position, and reaching for his thick cock.

From her place atop him, she leaned over her husband, and pressed a sweet kiss to his parted lips. “Thank you for tonight,” she whispered, “This has already been more than I ever could have dreamed.”

“I love you, sweetheart. I would do anything to make you happy,” he responded with a small smile. “Now get on, or that bossy Dom you like so much will be spanking us both.”

She giggled when Killian growled back, “Don’t tempt me.”

~ ~ ~

Doug…

Doug relaxed on his back under Alana, enjoying the sexy way she looked at him through glassy eyes. He wasn’t lying. He really would do anything to make her happy. Hell, he’d let her stick her finger up his ass for god’s sake. Although, to be honest, that had felt pretty damn good once he got past the initial invasion.

“If you two keep talking, I’ll make you suck me off, and leave you both hanging for the night.” Killian’s voice was sharp and demanding. Gone was the playful carefree man they had invited into the evening. His control was broken and, shockingly, that set butterflies fluttering in Doug’s belly.

He wasn’t expecting Killian to grip his cock before his wife could, and he had to focus everything he had, to keep from coming all over the place. The palm was slightly callused, and the grip was firmer than Alana’s. All in all, he fucking loved it.

The firm way Killian held him gave him the impression that he wasn’t just lining things up down there. He was proved right when Alana’s breasts were suddenly blanketing his face, and the silk cloth that had been used to blindfold his wife, stroked over the length of his dick wiping away the lube that coated it. His confusion was cleared when Killian’s mouth wrapped around his cock a moment later.
 
He heard himself let out a deep moan and his hips lurched upward, forcing the head of his dick deeper into Killian’s throat. The man took it like a pro, relaxing his throat so that it could slide in easily. Then he wriggled his tongue against the thick ridge that ran on the underside, making Doug whimper.

Even the huge tits draping his face and puffy nipples dragging over his lips couldn’t distract him from the blowjob. It was like nothing he’d ever had before. Alana was always careful to keep her teeth away from him; Killian was anything but careful. He seemed to make a point of scraping his teeth down the length of him with every thrust. It was mind-blowing, and Doug inhaled sharply feeling the release building in his balls. Just when he would have let go and poured himself down Killian’s throat, a hand wrapped around the base of his shaft and squeezed tightly, cutting off the rush.

“Fuck!” he cursed loudly, pushing upwards with his hips as though he could dislodge the hand.

“Not yet. Come, love, climb on.” Killian released Doug’s cock, and Alana was tugged back into position. With a hard thrust of his hips, Doug found her sweet spot and sunk blissfully deep into her soft, slick heat.

It wasn’t long before the two of them were humping wildly against each other, reaching for their orgasms. Doug stared up at his wife as she bounced on top of him, her head thrown back so that her shoulder rested on Killian’s chest, but the moment that Killian met his eyes Doug knew he was up to something. A wicked look of sin filled his green eyes, and made Doug fumble his steady fucking motion. Just long enough for Killian to tip Alana forward, and push both of Doug’s thighs up and back.

“Hey! What the hell?” Doug fought to maintain his line of sight to Killian, but Alana’s hair fell in his face, blocking his view.

“Easy, Doug. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to,” Killian said, just before his cockhead pressed against Doug’s exposed asshole.

“Wait! What are you...”

Killian cut him off by rubbing the head of his erection hard against Doug’s tight pucker. The combination of lube from Alana’s fingers a few minutes ago, and Killian’s lube-covered cock, proved to be too much for Doug’s anal muscles. They spread open with a burning pain and accepted Killian’s assault.

“Holy fucking hell!” Doug yelled, jerking his body as he fought to escape the burning pain that radiated from his anus. It felt like Killian was ripping his ass apart.

“Shh…calm down Doug. If you relax the pain will go away.” Now it was Alana reassuring him, as his best friend stole his anal virginity—virginity that he never ever anticipated losing to anyone. What the hell had he done?

“He’s killing me!” Doug whined, flexing his ass muscles around Killian’s cock as he fought for comfort.

“No he’s not. Push out as he takes you and it will be better.” Alana murmured, stroking his face, and kissing his jaw. “Come on baby, you can take him. It’s so fucking hot, knowing that he’s fucking you while you’re fucking me. God, that turns me on!”

She was still writhing on top of him and, now that he was focusing on something else, the pain was actually fading. Yet Killian still remained completely frozen, awaiting Doug’s go-ahead. After a few seconds, Alana resumed her ride atop his now semi-hard cock, and his eyes were drawn to her jiggling breasts. Before long his cock thickened and he began to move with her again. That was when he realized he was fucking both of them at the same time.

His eyes shot to the space over her shoulder where he found Killian peering down at him, with a satisfied smirk on his handsome face.

“Now it’s my turn to fuck you.”

~ ~ ~

Killian…

That was the only warning Doug and Alana received before Killian pulled his cock almost completely out of Doug’s virgin asshole, and slammed back into him in one solid thrust.
 
It was a tight fit as all eight inches of Killian’s stiff shaft stretched Doug’s snug ring to the breaking point. It was hell on his control.

Killian’s balls ached with the need to fill Doug with his cum, but he pushed it back. This moment was too important to let it slip through his fingers.
 
Reaching out, he lifted Doug’s hips higher so that he could get a better angle, and then shoved one of the fancy decorator throw pillows under him. It lifted him, and Alana enough that Killian could continue to thrust without holding them up.

Both of his hands sought out Alana, and he pulled her back up into a seated position. Doug had ceased his thrusting motion completely, and Alana clung to them limply, willing to play sex doll between them. Both of them were letting Killian drive their movement, and every time he slammed into Doug, it fucked all three of them.

His own fantasy fulfilled, Killian let himself relish in the naughty pleasures of the flesh. Squeezing Alana’s bouncing tits, before reaching down to squeeze Doug’s tight ass, rubbing his cock head hard against the top of Doug’s passage so that he was putting distinct pressure on his prostate, and then easing back to give him a few of the sharper thrusts that Alana seemed to prefer. The three bodies made up one massive jigsaw puzzle that moved in glorious tandem, and brought them all to screaming orgasms, one after the other.

First Doug, whose entire body tightened around Killian, then Alana screamed and began shuddering violently. Her arms flailed until Killian grabbed them and pinned them to her sides. That only seemed to increase her pleasure, and she cried out again, this time begging.

“Fuck him. Fill him. I want you to fill him with your cum. Just like he did me.”

That was the last thing Killian heard before the blood rushing through his ears shut off any other sound. His balls exploded, emptying every bit of passion he could muster deep inside Doug.

Chapter Seven

Alana…

The three bodies were collapsed in one massive heap on the bed, panting and sweating as they recovered from their aerobics. Doug was trembling under her cheek, and she could feel his heart racing behind his rib cage.

No one said a word. The only sounds were heavy breathing and the clock on the bedside table ticking away the seconds. The whole crazy night came crashing down on top of the three of them in that moment. Bliss faded as their passion waned, and they carefully separated their bodies.

Doug tugged her up into the crook of his arm, so that her cheek fit right into the curve of his shoulder, and she reached for Killian, hoping he would blanket her back. Her hand grasped nothing but air.

Killian had distanced himself from them already. He still lay in the bed, sprawled on his back, with one arm thrown over his eyes, but he might as well have been in another country for all the intimacy there was between them.

“Sir?” she asked, her voice hoarse from her passionate cries of pleasure. When he tensed but remained silent, she tried again, “Sir? Killian?”

He sat up, and shoved his hand through his hair, sighing heavily. “It’s okay, Alana. The game’s over; you don’t have to call me Sir anymore.”

After what they had just shared together, it was a slap in the face, and she hiccupped a sob of shock. “Killian, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, love. I’m fine. I’m just going to take a shower and let you two get some sleep. Doug you should probably soak in a tub at some point tonight or in the morning to give your sore muscles a rest.” He rose to his full height at the edge of the bed, but he lingered indecisively. “I…uh…well, thanks for everything. I mean, thanks for tonight.”

Four steps. That was as far as he got before she broke. She launched herself out of Doug’s arms, grabbing Killian’s hand and pulling him against her. Tears spilled hotly down her cheeks, and she shook her head against his broad chest as his hands stroked her naked back. “Don’t do this, Killian.”

“Don’t do what, love? Did we hurt you? Come on, get up on the bed, and let me check you over. We were too rough with you, damn it.” He was pushing her backward toward the bed.

“No, I’m fine, but I won’t be if you leave. Why are you running away?” She let him push her down onto the bed, but he followed her because she still held his hand tightly in her grip, sinking to his knees.

“I’m just giving you guys some space, Alana. I went into this with open eyes and no expectations past tonight. I figured you would prefer me to give you some room to breathe after everything.” He looked confused—and sad—and she wanted to wrap him tightly to her chest like she would a child to reassure and comfort him.

“No expectations?” Doug said, drawing both of their gazes back to him. He was sitting up on the side of the bed, watching them. His dark brown eyes held the same hurt and betrayal she felt in her heart.

Killian nodded, “You guys have been married a long time and you wanted to have a kinky night. It’s okay, really. I just didn’t want to overstay my welcome in your bed.”

“Was that all this was to you? A kinky night?” Doug asked with a frown.

“What else could it be? I’m not exactly the commitment type. You of all people should know that.” Killian shrugged, and rose to his feet slipping his hand from hers.

 
He sounded confident, but Alana could see the loneliness under his bravado, and she had no intention of letting him hide from them now. They had just shared each other’s bodies, in ways that most friends never did. They had exposed themselves, and their hidden vulnerabilities. Now Killian was feeling weak, and unsure of his place with them.

Determined to make him see reason, Alana jumped back up to her feet and crossed her arms over her bare breasts, fighting the urge to stomp her foot in anger. “No! I saw you. I saw the real you, tonight, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you pull on a mask of indifference again and walk around like we didn’t just share something spectacular tonight.”

~ ~ ~

Killian…

He desperately tried to school his features as he squared off against Alana. She was right. The whole evening had been spectacular, beyond anything he’d ever experienced, but that didn’t mean he expected to suddenly be welcomed into their bed every night. It was just a fantasy. “It’s not like that, Alana. I’m giving you space. I pushed you both out of your comfort zone tonight, and you need time to process.”

“Exactly, Mr. Dominant. We need aftercare from our Dom.” She bit the words out like venom, and he forced himself not to flinch in front of her.

“I’m not your Dom, Alana, but if you need me to hold you, I will. I’d love to, in fact, but it won’t change the fact that I’m going to walk out that door when the sun rises,” Killian said in a soft voice. He was torn between running from the room, and leaping back into the bed.

“We need you, Killian.”

He shook his head, “You have a husband. You two love each other beyond all reason. I’ve seen you stare into each other’s eyes a million times. I’m honored that you chose me to join you tonight. I won’t lie; I’ve watched you come to these parties for months without even a hint of emotion, Alana. It made me crazy. That’s why I touched you tonight, because I wasn’t going to waste an opportunity to get my hands on you and crack your perfect outer shell, but I’m not a cuddler. I usually have other people attend to the aftercare for me, because I don’t want the subs I play with to get too attached. You’re different. So, if you need me to hold you. I will.”

To Killian’s surprise, Doug rose from the bed, and moved toward him confidently. His first steps were tentative, and Killian felt guilty knowing that he had taken his virginity so roughly. It wasn’t his way. He was known for being tender and caring with his subs, but this pair had broken his control.

When he stood just inches away, Doug put his hand on the back of Killian’s neck, and pulled his head down until they were barely a breath apart. “You know what I think? I think you’re scared of how intimate tonight was. You’re afraid of getting too close.”
 
Killian reared back trying to break free of the intimate hold, but Doug wasn’t having it. “I may not be a Dom, but I know fear when I see it. You pushed our boundaries tonight,
Sir
,” he spat out the title as an insult instead of a designation of respect, with an angry growl, “so I think turnabout’s fair play. You’re going to get into the bed, and provide the aftercare she needs. I may not know much, but I do know that you wouldn’t have taken me…or Alana, if you weren’t invested emotionally. Don’t run now.”

Killian looked from the door to Doug, to Alana, and back to the door. “I don’t know how to do relationships, and you two have been married for an eternity…”

“Fifteen years is not an eternity.” Alana said with a small laugh.

“It is when the longest relationship you ever had was a six-month affair in London with a woman who turned out to be married. We had a wild, wicked night; let it go at that.”

Doug dropped his hand, and shrugged, “Fine, if you want it that way. I’ll have the lawyers draw up the paperwork in the morning.”

“What?” Killian’s mouth gaped in shock and it felt like his heart stopped beating in his chest. Doug couldn’t possibly mean what he said. “For what?”

“To separate our joint business ventures.” Doug responded matter-of-factly.

Everything inside of Killian unraveled. He might not be able to be part of their marriage, but he wasn’t ready to give up being part of their lives. “Why the hell would we do that?”

A sad smile spread across Doug’s face, “Because I only do business with people I can trust not to betray me, and if you walk out that door right now, we’re at the end of our friendship.”

“Don’t say that, Doug. You and Alana mean the world to me. Do you think I normally join threesomes with random married couples? Of course you mean something to me, but I’m not content with being the third wheel on this bicycle, and I’ll be damned if I’ll be some sort of sex toy that stays in the bedside table and only comes out once a month.” Snapping his lips shut, Killian let out a growl of aggravation as he began to pace the room. They were quiet, but he could have sworn they were having a conversation. After a few moments, he stopped pacing and turned back to face them. They sat now, side by side on the bed, watching him evenly. Alana’s lips curved up in a small, sexy smile, but Doug’s face was absolutely emotionless.

When he spoke, his words were steady, but Doug’s eyes told a different story. Every emotion possible shifted through them as he said something that nearly brought Killian to his knees. “In all my years I’ve never even been attracted to another man. Never been tempted to touch one, or taste one, and I sure as hell wouldn’t have let any other man fuck me.”

Killian flushed, and grimaced under Doug’s frank attack. “I forced you.”

“Maybe, but between Alana and I, I could have stopped you if I didn’t want what you were giving me. Stop running, and step out of your comfort zone, Killian.”

“Step out of my comfort zone, and what?”

Alana held out her hand, “And join us. For tonight, for tomorrow, for however long this arrangement makes all three of us happy.”

He shook his head, but he was unable to keep from taking a step toward her. “I don’t know how to do this.”

“Come back to bed, and watch how it’s done. We’ll take care of you.” Now Doug held his hand out. They wanted him. Not Killian the Dom, but Killian the man.

He stared at those two upturned hands for what seemed like hours, but could only have been moments. Alana’s tiny pale white one with its petal soft skin was the complete opposite of Doug’s larger callused palm, but they both offered the same thing. Killian reached for them. Perhaps it was time to push himself a little, and fulfill his own fantasies…