Her nipples ached as Kit sucked them into his mouth,
Evie looked into his eyes as his hips dropped and his cock tried to nuzzle its way between her legs. He trailed a wet line down her body as far as her naval, which he teased with the very tip of his tongue. Evie’s hips bucked upwards at the invasion of the sensitive hollow, seeking the penetration her body craved. When his tongue delved farther down she whimpered, crying out wordlessly for more, even as she resisted Kit’s attempt to push her thighs wide apart. “The thing with threesomes,” he coaxed, “is that you’ve got to keep things even. I’ve seen you and Ross fucking, and now you’ve seen us. It’s only fair Ross gets a turn at observation. I’m going to take you slowly, Evie. I’m going to slide into you an inch at a time and I’m going to have Ross hold you down while I do it so he doesn't miss a single detail.”
Evie closed her legs. Having Ross watch while she had sex with his best friend seemed taboo enough, without the added stipulation of him taking her in the arse.
“Come on, Evie, don’t be coy.”
He lifted her knees and pulled off her panties, so he could look at the dusky pink folds of her slit without obstruction. He chucked the scrap of satin at Ross, before applying his tongue. Then he sucked, making her buck up off the floor.
Ross held her steady.
Kit’s mouth worked its magic, just as it had done the night before. Her arousal flowed thickly onto his tongue, but then when his touch started drifting down towards her rear, she genuinely began to struggle.
“Easy, relax.” Ross covered her face with kisses. “Remember last night. I know you want it, really.”
Last night had been with him. They’d worked up to it. She’d been horny and far more certain of where she stood. Their relationship had been solid and trusting. She wanted Kit, but things were moving fast. Was Ross going to take her too? Were they going to pleasure her like the girl in the tent?
The very tip of Kit’s tongue gently dabbed against her anus, and then he favoured it with a longer firmer lick.
Evie’s hips bucked off the floor again, the sensation walking the line between pleasure and ticklish oversensitivity. It made her squeal and wriggle. It lit every nerve-ending between her bottom and the top of her spine. Soon a warm fuzzy glow swept down through her thighs. His tongue focused on the sensitive puckered entrance, dabbing repetitively against it. He slipped the tip of his finger inside her, then the whole digit, and then two.
“Ross—together,” Kit said. They exchanged meaningful glances over the length of her body. “You know that’s what we all really want.”
“Can you hold out a little while?”
Kit’s breath blew hot against her anus. “Maybe Evie could help wake you up a little.”
Evie hardly dared look up at Ross, who was so close that when in a second of bravery she did look up, she found they were only kiss distance apart. Evie blinked, hopelessly unnerved. Ross seemed calm, but what if deep down this was a deal breaker for him? What if after a week or two of fun, he decided that he wanted someone who wanted him alone, not him and his best mate?
“Hang in there,” he whispered to her, stealing a kiss.
Ross leapt up and darted into the kitchen, from whence came the sound of water spluttering into the sink. He’d left her to Kit’s tender mercy.
Kit stretched over her again, this time resting his weight against her body. His cock dipped straight into her cunt. “Shhh!” He pressed a finger to her lips. “Sometimes it’s good to have a little secret or two.”
She didn’t want him to pull out, but he did, just as Ross crossed the threshold smelling of Pears soap.
“Evie first.” He knelt down, this time straddling her head, and used his flaccid cock to paint her lips.
“I’m not so good at waiting.” Kit cupped Ross’s balls from behind and gently rolled them in his hand as he plastered a very wet lick between Ross’s cheeks, an act that had Ross bucking eagerly forward into her mouth, even though his cock was still soft. Evie gently sucked him, drawing heat into his shaft, where it had been cold from the wash.
It took mere moments to get him hard.
Ross crawled away to the sofa. Evie straddled his lap.
It was like that first night again as she lowered herself over Ross’s cock and he dipped into her where Kit had just been. Only this time, she knew Kit was watching. She turned her head looking for him and their eyes met.
“Still hung up about being watched?”
She half-nodded, half-shook her head.
Kit produced Ross’s shirt, which he’d rolled into a blindfold. “Close your eyes, Evie and you might just get a surprise.”
“I’ll still know you’re watching.”
“Not watching…doing. And you won’t know who’s doing what to whom.”
She batted him away, but, he pressed forward with the blindfold again. Had Ross told him about last night? Had he mentioned the blindfold he’d used to help build the fantasy then? She had no intention of being blinded now. She wanted to be able to see their faces and what was going on.
