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"Good. If I'd left your hands free, I would have had you put lube on my cock, get me ready for him. But I think I like looking at you like this, waiting for him to slide into you. Watching the two of you is almost as good as being inside you."
Her eyes glowed. "It's a balance with him, isn't it?" she asked with that lovely shiver in her voice.
"Yeah. I might top him, but we both top you. Him taking you at the same time is a reminder of that."
Chris slid up beside him, his hand trailing along Geoff's waist, the upper curve of his buttock. "That may be true, but we're both hers, Geoff. She knows it." He gazed at Sam, his eyes covering the same hot-as-hell terrain that Geoff had been enjoying. "Or she should. Shouldn't she?"
"Yes," she said. There was a delicious plea in her tone now. "Please. I need you inside me."
"Never keep a lady waiting," Geoff said. "Unless, of course, she's a sub."
Sam choked on a half laugh, her face suffused with arousal. Geoff was aware of a tightness in his chest. It felt like happiness, belonging. And need. That need had a hint of violence, darkness, a lingering aftereffect from the club experience. There were better ways to channel that.
He moved back, palm sliding along Chris's wet back and down to his ass as Chris moved between her legs, guiding them up to his hips. He reached down into the water and stroked her. Geoff knew the moment he touched her pussy, because the water surged around her as her head dropped back, lips parting, body lifting to Chris's touch.
With his hand on Chris's buttock, Geoff felt that flex, the sense of give to Chris's forward motion as he sank into her heat. When he was lodged inside her, his knees were against the bench between her spread legs, his hands braced on the ledge on either side of her shoulders.
Geoff was in no particular hurry now, watching Chris begin to move in a deep rhythm. His friend bent to sip from Sam's lips and Geoff glimpsed her murmured response, the shining adoration in her eyes. Chris would move slow, drawing out her arousal until the climax shattered her mind, taking away every fear and leaving only this. They wanted to make every moment memorable for her. That was the goal.
But they each had their own individual desires as well. Geoff was okay with Chris doing those subtle things that made it clear he was as much in charge with Sam as Geoff himself was, but he couldn't help yanking the bear's chain himself. So when he shifted behind him, he dug his fingers into Chris's scalp and pulled him back by his hair to capture his mouth in a hot sucking kiss. He pushed his pelvis with intent against Chris's rhythmically pumping ass and earned a tangled groan and growl from Chris's throat, a leap of excitement in Sam's face.
Geoff took hold of his cock and funneled it between Chris's buttocks. As he hit the sweet spot in that tight, slick channel, he thanked the maker of waterproof lube. Pushing in deep, he dropped his hands to grip Chris's ass, squeeze and lift it.
"One day I'm going to do you the way you're fucking her," he said against Chris's ear, making sure that Sam's glazed eyes registered his words. She was already close to flying. Her pale body moved with the force of their combined thrusts. "I want to watch your face when I raise your legs around me and push into you, an inch at a time. Sam will kiss you, tease your nipples with her sharp little nails, and then I'll have her go down on your cock while I'm in your ass. What do you think of that?"
Sam shuddered, a whimper breaking from her lips as Chris thrust into her harder, a reaction to Geoff's taunt . . . or promise. "Sorry, did that hurt--" Chris managed and she shook her head vehemently.
"Do it again," she begged. "I want it to hurt some."
He did. Geoff tested that theory himself, pushing Chris hard. He dug his hands into his hips on each powerful thrust, loving how it felt to ram his cock deep into that delectable ass. Reaction rippled through Chris's body every damn time, the muscles tensing and releasing. Chris's breath rasped in his throat. Geoff could feel him ramping up toward a finish, so he set his teeth to his shoulder, biting hard enough he earned a curse.
"Yeah, I'm going to leave marks on you," he muttered. "Those won't be the last."
Chris let out another harsh noise. He was moving beyond words and it thrilled Geoff fiercely to know that the tight clutch of Sam's cunt, the drive of his cock, everything they were giving and taking from one another, was shooting Chris up that peak, taking Sam right along with him again.
It took a lot of effort--Geoff made sure of it--but gentleman that he was, Chris managed to wait until she fell before launching off that pinnacle. As she started to cry out, Geoff grabbed two handfuls of Chris's muscular ass, pressing the lobes tighter around his cock. "Come now," he demanded, and Chris came apart with guttural groans that Sam matched with high, thin wails.
Chris groped behind him to seize Geoff's nape, a grasp that conveyed both the force of his release, and what he wanted from Geoff. Sam's eyes, fastened on Geoff's face, reflected the same desire. They needed him to fall with them. Not a command as much as a compulsion impossible to resist.
But he wasn't ready to let go yet. Being fully erect and embedded inside Chris was almost as good as an actual orgasm. He wanted to prolong it a minute or two more. He muttered to Chris, and Chris heard him, fumbling to unfasten Sam's cuffs. They fell off the edge of the hot tub, clattering to the deck. In the aftermath of her release, Geoff knew the strain on her arms and back was starting to interfere with her comfort. He moved back, taking Chris with him so he could slide from her, let her straighten up, adjust. Now she had the freedom to slip out from beneath them.
Whereas Geoff had no intention of freeing Chris yet.
***
Watching Geoff take Chris on the kitchen table when she returned from her trip with Flo had been incredibly hot. Being linked together all three of them, where Geoff's every thrust into Chris was like a double penetration into her womb, had been even more intense, if that was possible. Though they took off the cuffs and gave Sam the ability to move, a courtesy, no discomfort in the world would have compelled her to move away from them. She wanted to be holding on to them when Geoff decided to come.
She slid behind Geoff, touched his back. She spread herself over him like a starfish, her arms sliding down along his arms, hips curved over his thrusting ass, her leg pressed against the back of his as he took Chris as deep and hard as Chris had taken her.
She knew or had guessed men often had rougher sex, though she sus
pected it could be tender between them, too. When Geoff was in Chris and Chris was in her, she'd felt some of that roughness, that male strength unhampered by concern about delicate female bones or tissues. While she appreciated that quality in them both, getting this close to what it was like between them made her long for even more of that rougher edge herself.
As Chris moved closer to the tub edge to grip it for balance, Geoff curved over him, the two of them like one creature. A creature of rippling, water-drenched muscles, sleek hair, intent, sharp eyes and taut mouths.
With a groan, Geoff released his seed into Chris, jamming himself against his back, licking and nipping at Chris's throat as his hips jerked, plunged. Chris's knuckles were white on the edge. Sam had shifted back to the wall Chris gripped, so she bent and pressed her lips to his wet fingers. Kept them there as they eventually slowed, as Chris's hold released and he touched her hair. He was in a full kneel, his head bowed and forehead almost to the handle where she'd been cuffed. Geoff had a firm grip around his chest, but he looked as if he was recuperating. Though it was a little late to be thinking about it, she had a momentary flash of worry about the heat of the water, if it might overcome one or, God help her, both of them. But Geoff hiked himself out to sit on the edge and offered Chris a hand to help him do the same. She drifted between their knees, gazing at the two naked, wet men, breaths bellowing in and out.
"Cold water?" she ventured. "To drink?"
