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"Let him grip the table, Sam," Geoff said. "He's going to need to hold on to something stronger than your delicate fingers."
Chris opened his mouth to retort, but Geoff reached between his legs and gave his testicles a healthy twist. Chris snarled, then his eyes became more opaque as she noticed Geoff's grip easing to a fondling touch.
"Did you like handling his balls, Sam?" Geoff asked conversationally.
She nodded and Geoff flashed her a dangerous grin. "They're a nice size, aren't they? All firm and ripe, even after he's come. Grip the table, Chris. Don't be stubborn. She wants to watch, but I'm not doing a damn thing until you listen."
"You're using her to make me to obey you," Chris said darkly.
"You bet your ass I am." Geoff slid a palm over said ass and gave it a healthy, hard smack that had Chris jumping in surprise and Sam's lips parting, thinking of Geoff's handprint there. Just like on her backside. "Now fucking do it," Geoff growled. "You're already in deep shit, yard boy. It'll go easier on you if you listen. But maybe you prefer it harder. Or maybe . . ."
Geoff slid his hand down Chris's taut back. Perhaps it was the strain in those bunched muscles that made him draw back, though he kept Chris's wrist in a pin. "Or maybe you want me to let you up, yard boy. What's it going to be?"
No. She really didn't want them to stop what they were doing. Her savage desire to see the two of them together overrode everything, except Geoff's clear intent to make sure Chris was okay with this. She could help with that.
Sam drew her hand from beneath Chris's and molded his fingers over the edge. As he let her guide him, his attention fixed on her face. If every thought and emotion had an energy vibration as some people thought, she expected there was an amazing pattern happening around Chris, tangling with hers and Geoff's in a way that was thrilling, unpredictable and arousing, all at once.
She slid her fingertips over his callused knuckles, the many tiny scars he'd accumulated from what he did for a living. Putting his hand inside a thicket of roses, or stripping out thorny vines so other things could breathe and live. Rising on her knees, she pressed her lips against his fingers, laving those small scars with her tongue. Chris let out a choked breath.
Geoff leaned over him, pushing Chris's hair off his neck to put his open mouth on it as his other hand slid down over Chris's ass once more. "I'm going to let your other hand go, but you give it to Sam."
As he released Chris's wrist from the twisted hold, she saw Geoff was ready if Chris chose
to be combative. Why the idea of that made her so hot, she didn't know, but she was getting an idea of why people liked to watch underground fights. They might get far more female attendees if the two men in question ended up like this instead of bloody.
"When you were working in our yard and staring at her, thinking about what it would be like to taste her skin, touch her breasts, feast on her cunt, fuck it, you didn't know you'd end up having to take care of my needs, too, did you?" Geoff's tone went sinister, pulling Sam deeper into the fantasy they were weaving. "But now that I'm handling you, you get it. If she hadn't drained your cock dry, it would be sitting up for me, wouldn't it?"
Chris let out an oath as Geoff's knee shifted again against his vulnerable testicles. "Yeah."
That one rough word was coupled with a flick of his lashes as he stared at the table again. He wouldn't meet Sam's gaze. Sam trailed her knuckles down his face, bringing his attention back to her. "Say it again," she whispered. "Please. Let us know you're okay."
Geoff's gaze glittered in approval, a reaction she registered without lifting her eyes from Chris. His brown eyes were like bright pennies in a fire.
Chris's expression eased as he focused on her face, saw what she hoped he'd see. Love, passion, arousal. "Yeah," he repeated. "Yes."
"Hmm," Geoff grunted. "Not as pretty as her Yes sir, but I'll take it. The way you'll take this."
Gripping his cock, Geoff adjusted in a way that told her he was guiding himself into Chris's ass. Sam watched wide-eyed as Chris's body rippled, the muscles of his face tightening in reaction. The first time she'd seen them kiss had been explosive enough. To see them fuck in front of her made her go quiet as a mouse, as if one tiny movement might deprive her of the opportunity.
"I'd already lubed up while Sam was going down on you, but I think her come makes me even more slippery. And you like knowing my cock has her juices on it. Right, Chris?"
Chris's gaze came back to her. "Yeah." She heard different nuances every time he uttered the single word, and she clung to each meaning, cherishing all of it.
"There's my boy. Christ, I love being inside you." Geoff's voice softened. He pressed in deep, putting both hands on Chris's hips, and Chris groaned. Geoff's eyes closed at the sensation, both men suddenly like statues, caught in the center of a volatile whirlpool, emotions and arousal churning in a vortex caused by the joining of their bodies.
Leaning down, Geoff spoke into Chris's ear, his tone a rough threat. "Next time you're out in the yard, and you see her in one of her pretty, thin dresses, no panties and no bra, so all you can think about is sucking on those cherry nipples or eating her pussy, are you going to stare at her like you did today? Let your dick get disgracefully hard, even though you know she belongs to me?"
Chris drew in a breath as Geoff punctuated the comment with a deeper thrust. "Hell yeah," he muttered. "Every damn time."
Geoff grinned, a baring of teeth. "That's what I thought. Your head's as hard as your dick." He seized Chris's hair and jerked his head back, startling Sam. Chris snarled another oath, fingers whitening on the table edge. "And why will you do that, Chris?" Geoff demanded.
Chris's gaze met Sam's. "Because she's mine, too."
"That's right." Geoff's fingers relaxed. "Exactly right."
As Sam let out an unconsciously held breath, Geoff stroked Chris's hair, moving down the valley of his spine. He pressed his mouth between Chris's shoulder blades as his hips lifted and fell. The rhythm moved the table beneath her touch, causing a scraping noise against the linoleum. Chris's fingers flexed again, responding to every thrust.
She couldn't help herself. She was up off her heels, pressing soft kisses to his parted lips, capturing his panting breaths, her lips moving to his eyes, his cheeks, fingers sliding into his hair over Geoff's.
