The Rule of 3 [Club Libertine 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  “Niiicccckkkk!” Sarah screamed. It was both a plea and a demand. Nick laughed, stopping, his cock buried to the hilt.

  “Nick!” Now she was begging. “Please, Nick.” Her hips flexed as she tried to make him move, but he held firm, reaching between their joined bodies to flick the little swollen nub of her clit.

  Once, twice he teased her before giving it a sharp pinch. Her body suddenly flexed and bowed and bucked as if she was trying to throw him off even as her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, urging him to move within her.

  Laughing, he reached down and pulled her legs up over his shoulders, rendering her helpless. He could feel the small tremors still running through her body as he made small movements that rubbed his pelvic bone against her clit.

  “Please, Nick. I’m begging you.”

  “Begging me for what? Do you want me to stop or fuck you harder?”

  “Yes, no. Both. I don’t know. I’m losing my mind.”

  “Me too, kitten” he whispered softly, “me too.”

  And then he started moving within her, all gentleness gone as he finally lost his grip on his iron control. With her legs over his arms, she was helpless to prevent him from driving deeply into her over and over and over.

  Before long, she was coming again, screaming out her pleasure. Moments later, he came, too, filling the condom with his semen. Rolling off her, he pulled it off as he staggered into the bathroom, exhausted, his legs barely functioning. He returned with a damp washcloth, cleaned them both up and then returned to fall into bed beside her, cuddled her close and then slept.

  He woke up three times during the night and pulled her to him. The fourth time he woke up, she was sleeping soundly and the sun was just coming up over the horizon. Looking down at the sleeping angel, he knew that he was in love.

  So he did the only thing he could think of doing. He pulled on his clothes and left without waking her. Mac would have to find someone else to teach the next two sessions.

  * * * *

  Peter paced. And then he paced some more. He was worried and impatient. He knew that the two people he loved were together at that training session. What he didn’t know was what happened afterward. He went down to the club, but he wasn’t in the mood to play. He felt…restless. Besides, what if they came here? Would it be better to be seen? Hide? Lurk in the shadows like the damned Phantom of the Opera?

  In the end, he settled himself in the lounge area sipping on Diet Coke and reading the latest Angelica Adams novel on his e-reader. It was her first MMF erotic romance and he was anxious to finish it. If anything could take his mind off the waiting, it could.

  And it did. Two hours later, he looked up and stretched. The heroine and two heroes had gotten their happily ever after, but not before lots of misunderstandings, some conflicts and some really hot sex.

  Okay, maybe he’d miscalculated. Now he was worried and impatient and horny. He looked at his watch. It was only nine p.m. Maybe an early night was in order.

  Easier said than done. He was in bed by ten on a Saturday night, something he hadn’t done in…well, something he couldn’t ever remember doing since he was a preteen. He stared at the ceiling. He tossed. He turned. He reread the sexy parts of Adams’s novel.

  He got up at seven and worked out. At nine, he was freshly showered and wrapped in a towel when he heard the pounding on his door. Frowning, he looked out the peephole. It was Sarah, looking dishevelled and frantic and like she’d just rolled out of bed after a night of hot sex. With Nick?

  He flung the door open. She threw herself into his arms, crying.

  “What’s wrong, kitten?”

  “Don’t call me that. He called me that!”

  “He who?

  “He who shall remain nameless. He who is a big giant douche! He with whom I had the greatest sex of my life and then snuck out while I was sleeping like a thief in the night! Or like I was the worst lay ever!” She started sobbing again. Peter hugged her tightly and manoeuvred her into the foyer so he could shut the door.

  It felt amazing to have her in his arms, although these weren’t exactly the circumstances he’d hoped for. He ran what he hoped would be a soothing hand over her back. That’s when he realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

  He detached from the death grip she had on him and held her at arm’s length. What the hell was she wearing? A tank top and pajama pants? He swallows hard. He could see her nipples quite clearly through the thin material. They were pointy and hard, just like his cock was becoming. He tried to will it to soften, but it seemed to have a mind of its own, one that was focused on the insanely sexy woman in front of him.

  She flung herself into his most comfy armchair and tossed one leg over the arm like she always did. He sat down gingerly on the sofa, twisting his body to hide his erection.

  “What’s wrong with me, Peter? I know I’m not exactly built like a model…”

  “You are beautiful and sexy and perfect. If he rejected you, then he’s a fucking idiot!”

  “He didn’t reject me. Or maybe he did. I don’t know. I lost track of how many times we made love and had sex and just plain fucked last night. But then, when I woke up this morning, he was gone.”

  “Then he is a big giant douche. If I ever had you in my bed, I’d never leave.”

  “Oh Peter. You are so sweet. Of course, if you weren’t gay, I’d be all over you. I’ve had the biggest crush on you since we met.”

  “Honey, maybe this is the wrong time to tell you, but I’m not gay.”

  “Uh, you’re not? But I thought…I’ve seen…”

  “I’m not gay. I’m bi. Yes, I generally prefer to play with men. When I play with women, it is generally but not always as a part of a ménage with another man, but I’m definitely not gay. I give you exhibit A.” He stood up and showed her his rampant cock draped by his towel. Actually, he showed her much more than he intended as his towel dropped to the ground and his dick stood fully to attention. “Does this look like I’m not interested?”

  Chapter Six

  Sarah felt her jaw drop along with the towel. Peter had the most beautiful cock she’d ever seen. It was also long and thick and hard for her. For her! If she’d known he was interested before she’d met Nick…Well, there was no use speculating. She’d met him when she met him.

  But Peter. Was he just being kind? She’d never seen him with a woman, but then again, she’d only known him a few months.

  She looked up into Peter’s familiar green eyes to find an expression that wasn’t at all familiar. She could see desire. And something more?

  She let her gaze drop again. Without giving herself a chance to think, she dropped to her knees at his feet and took him into her mouth. He tasted so damned good.

  “Uh, Sarah?”

  “Umgfpmg,” she said around a mouthful of cock. She licked and sucked and teased him. She loved the sound of him groaning, moaning with desire. She felt powerful and in charge. It was a rare and heady feeling for a sub, and he let her go on far longer than she’d expected. She moved her tongue along his slit, enjoying the taste of his pre-cum.

  She glanced up at him and saw his closed eyes and euphoric expression. She was giving him pleasure. She licked the length of his cock like it was the most delicious lollypop in the world before circling the bulbous head once, twice, taking it back into her mouth. She reached up and grabbed his right ass cheek with her left hand while her right went to his balls. Gently, she cupped them before giving them a slight squeeze. At his moan of pleasure, she squeezed again, happy to be learning what pleased Peter as she sucked him deeper into her mouth.

  When he finally reached down for her, she’d thought he was going to push her away. Instead, he stood up, tangled his fingers in her hair and took charge, fucking her mouth with a desperation that had her pussy spasming with need.

  In minutes, she could feel his balls drawing up and set to work with even more enthusiasm until finally, he held himself deep in her mouth, coming in wave after wave down h
er throat. When he was done, he collapsed onto the couch, lying back, spent. They were both breathing hard.

  Looking up at Peter, she felt a surge of power. And affection. Love? She wasn’t sure, but knowing that her feelings for Peter were not one-sided made her feel good. And confused. Good and confused. He moved and she looked up. He was lying lengthwise on the couch now, his cock limp now, but still impressive. She stood and then straddled his thighs.

  “What do you want now, woman? You’ve sucked me dry! Lay back and once I’ve gotten my strength back, I’ll show you just how much I know about eating pussy!”

  “Oh, poor drained Peter. Let me help you with your little problem!”

  “Never use the word little when referring to a man’s equipment.”

  Sarah grinned, but didn’t answer. Instead, she reached down and stroked his cock. It really was beautiful with its mushroom head and impressive length and girth, even when soft. And soon, it wasn’t soft any more. She increased her ministrations and soon it was back to full, pulsing life. Peter groaned and she could see a drop of pre-cum in the slit. Leaning down, she gave it a lick. Then she reached over to the covered vase on his end table where she knew he kept a stash of condoms. “Always be prepared” was his motto. Retrieving one, she removed it from its foil packet and carefully rolled it onto his waiting cock.

  Then she moved up his body so that her pussy opening was positioned over his cock.

  Grinning at him, she started to lower herself slowly, teasingly. Peter groaned and grabbed her hips, slamming down so that he was buried to the hilt inside her. She was so wet and aroused that he slid in easily. She gripped him with her internal muscles. He groaned and she laughed as his eyes started to roll back. Taking that as a signal, she started to move. Up and down. Up and down. She rode him hard and fast and soon they were both gasping for breath. Her orgasm slammed into her like a freight train, causing her to jerk uncontrollably.

  Peter grabbed her tightly and manoeuvred her onto her back. Then it was his turn to move. He rode her hard and fast, and soon they were both screaming out their climaxes.

  * * * *

  She was damp and sticky and desperately needed a shower. Peter was dozing happily on the couch. She headed upstairs to use his bathroom. Surely he wouldn’t mind, but she didn’t want to wake him up. He looked like he hadn’t slept any more than she had.

  It was a nice bathroom, with a tub and a separate shower big enough for two, or even three. She tried to push away the naughty thought. And yet, both men liked ménages, or so she’d heard. Wouldn’t it be great? But no. She’d come to see Peter because Nick had run away like a thief in the night. They were over, done before they’d even gotten started.

  As for Peter…She needed time to think. Was that just pity sex? Fun, no-strings sex? Or the start of something else? They probably needed to talk.

  She stepped out of the shower and towelled off. She looked at the tank top and pajama pants she’d been wearing. It was a wonder he’d let her in. She must have looked like a crazy woman pounding on his door, reeking of sex with another man. She couldn’t face putting her old clothes back on. Surely Peter wouldn’t mind if she borrowed something of his.

  Walking into the bedroom, she paused, not sure if she should proceed. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. She looked around and her eye was immediately drawn to a picture on his nightstand. Peter with a man. This must be a pretty important man to have his picture placed in such a prominent position. He was familiar looking. She took a step forward.

  Nick? With Peter? And then it hit her. Fire. Firenelli. Peter was Fire. Grabbing the picture, she threw her clothes on and hurried downstairs, still clutching the photo.

  He was still sleeping peacefully on the couch. She tossed the heavy frame onto his stomach. He sat up abruptly, clutching the frame.

  “What?”

  “Why do you have a photo of you and Nick on your nightstand? Are you Fire? Are you Nick’s former ménage partner?” She paused and drew a breath. “What the hell is going on?”

  Peter sat up, unapologetically naked. “It’s a long story.”

  Sarah threw herself into the armchair. “I’ve got time.”

  Peter shrugged. “We met when we were five. We were best friends. We shared everything, and I do mean everything, growing up. Nick’s mom worked, so my mom looked after us both. We started off sharing toys and moved on to sharing much, much more. We discovered our sexuality together, realizing we were attracted to both men and women. And more importantly, that we were attracted to each other. We even discovered BDSM together and became play partners, fucking subs and each other. No matter who we played with, either jointly or individually, no one came between us, not until we met her.

  “We met Jackie three years ago. She was a sub. We played. She loved the idea of a lawyer and a cop more than she actually loved us. Then she decided she wanted marriage. I wasn’t interested, so she concentrated on Nick. When she told him she was pregnant, he was over the moon. I tried to tell him she was a user, but he didn’t want to hear it. He was thrilled by the baby.

  “I wasn’t even sure if she was really pregnant, and if she was, there was no way of knowing if the baby was his or mine or some other guy’s. I decided to test her. I told her I loved her and wanted to run away with her. She took the bait. After all, I was a rich lawyer and Nick was just a cop. But then she did something I didn’t expect. She told Nick that she’d aborted his baby to be with me. That I’d asked her to do it.”

  “Oh my god!”

  Peter sagged back against the couch. “I had no idea she’d do something like that. He blamed me. He got careless on the job. Got shot in the thigh. He wouldn’t let me visit him in the hospital. When he found that he’d be assigned to a desk since he wasn’t fit enough for the field anymore, he quit and joined Whelan Corp.

  “I’ve never stopped loving him and hoping we could reconcile. But that’s got nothing to do with us. When I met…I’ve loved you for months, Sarah. I didn’t know he would fall for you, too.”

  “He hasn’t, Peter. I told you. He ran out on me without a word.”

  “I’ve kept tabs on him. You are the first woman he’s been within two years. He’s scared of feeling again. But I saw his face at the conference. He’s got it bad for you.”

  “So now it’s me between you instead of Jackie?”

  “No. Yes. I mean…Look, we’ve known each other six months and over the time, I’ve been gradually falling in love with you, but you thought of me as your gay best friend. Don’t bother denying it. I think you are amazing and in my wildest dreams, I imagine the three of us living happily ever after together. But a ménage isn’t for everyone. Hell, it might not even be an option. As far as I know, Nick still blames me for the death of his baby.”

  “Then what are we going to do? I don’t understand.”

  “At first, I held back because you didn’t give any indication you were interested and I didn’t want to lose your friendship. Now there’s Nick. I didn’t mean for this to happen between us, but now that it has, I don’t know if I can go back to just being friends with you.

  “But I’m not going to pressure you. Spend time with me. Spend time with Nick. Figure out what you want. Who you want. I’ll be waiting patiently. I’ve waited for him for two years. I can wait at least as long for you.”

  * * * *

  It was a cool, rainy spring night. Really, was there any other kind in Seattle in the springtime? It had been two weeks since she’d seen Nick and nearly two weeks since she’d seen Peter. He’d had to go to Japan on business and wouldn’t be back for another few days. Maybe that was a good thing. She had a lot to think about.

  It was Friday evening and she was late coming home from work because she’d gone out for a drink with some colleagues, but now she was home and just wanted to put her feet up and read a good book.

  The cabbie dropped her in front of her house. It wasn’t until she started up the stairs that she realized that Nick was on her porch, shivering and ho
lding a dripping florist’s box.

  “I’m not good for you.” He started without preamble. “I want you, but I’m not looking for a relationship. I can’t even promise you tomorrow, let alone a collar or a ring.”

  “Did I ask you for either of those things?” she demanded.

  “No.”

  “And by the way, most people open with hello.”

  Turning on her heel, she put her key in the lock and opened the front door and walked through it, hoping he wouldn’t realize just how hard her heart was pounding. Peter was right. She still wanted Nick even if he had acted like a jerk. She paused. “You can come in if you like.”

  “If I do, I can’t promise to keep my hands off you.” He stood, hovering uncertainly at her threshold.

  “Is that for me?” She pointed to the box he was still clutching.

  “Yes.”

  “Then come and help me put them in water.”

  “Um, it’s not exactly what you think. I mean, there are flowers, but…”

  She wasn’t certain if she was charmed or annoyed by his hesitance. Grabbing the box from him, she marched toward the kitchen. It took a moment, but he followed slowly, like a stray dog uncertain if he was welcome.

  She put the box down on the kitchen counter while she retrieved a vase. Filling it half way, she set it beside the box and lifted the lid. Quickly, she closed it again before opening it halfway and peaking in before slamming it shut and bursting into laughter.

  She looked up at Nick, hovering uncertainly in the doorway.

  “Do you like it?”

  “I love it.” She opened the box and pulled out the butt plug. It was a thing of beauty, made of glass with a beautiful daisy embedded in the glass which matched the bouquet on the box.

  “This is art. It’s beautiful.”

  “It’s for you. I mean, it’s a gift for you. I want to use it on you, that goes without saying, but I thought you might like it. I mean, you have a lot of pictures of flowers, especially daisies, and I saw this and thought of you.”