Between Friends

Chapter Four

Mick stretched his aching neck and yawned. He glanced at his watch and grimaced. He should have been out the door twenty minutes ago, but a rather complicated surgery on an MVA patient had led to a shit ton of paperwork. Nothing like going head first into a windshield to fuck up someone’s day. If that guy’s mangled body wasn’t the perfect shot for a public-education campaign on the awesomeness of seatbelts…

His pager buzzed. One of the ICU docs wanted a consult on a post-op X-ray. Mick logged off and shut down his computer for the night. He grabbed his backpack, checked for his keys and wallet, and made a quick dash for the nearest elevator.

The consult was quick and painless. The guy had been circling the drain when he’d arrived via helicopter and had left Mick’s operating table in critical-but-stable condition. He seemed to be holding on fairly well, but only time would tell. If he made it through the night, Mick would be stunned. That kind of head and chest trauma didn’t heal easily and usually led to massive complications.

His consult complete, Mick made a quick getaway. Lingering in the hospital was a bad idea. He’d just get roped into taking an urgent surgery or covering for someone else. He wasn’t on call, and for the first time in months he really, really wanted to get home. He was desperate to see Whitney and Eddie.

The freeway was a fucking nightmare, so he hopped off at the first exit and crawled along side streets. Every traffic light taunted him, flashing red the second he drew near. Not one to tempt fate and run a red light, Mick not-so-patiently waited for the green lights, his fingers tapping the wheel or fidgeting with the radio.

All day long he’d been plagued with flashbacks of last night. Christ, the sex! It had been amazing. Mind blowing. Earth shattering. Whitney’s nubile body and Eddie’s domineering tone. Mick shook his head. There was some major, almost magic, chemistry among the three of them. He’d always known it would be good between them, but that good? Nope. Never in a million years.

Rather smugly, Mick preened like a peacock. He’d been right all along. She was the one for them. Like a missing piece to a puzzle, she’d slipped right into the empty spot and locked perfectly in place. Eddie’s fears were clearly unfounded. Now, Mick just had to pray there weren’t any ugly bust-ups.

The easiest way to avoid conflict and keep the relationship developing was to set out some ground rules. Eddie thrived on rules and regulations. If they made some decisions at the outset, there would be no questions about what was or wasn’t permissible within the bounds of the relationship. Better to get the uncomfortable stuff out of the way up front, he reasoned.

That was assuming Whitney wanted some kind of relationship with the two of them and didn’t consider last night a one-off kind of thing.

Mick’s gut soured. Fuck, if that was the case, Eddie would be inconsolable and a son of a bitch to be around for the next few weeks.

But Mick was sure that wasn’t the case. This morning when he’d awoken to the annoying chirp of his cell phone alarm, Whitney had been securely nestled between them, her head on his chest and her ankle crooked across Eddie’s calf. Mick had met Eddie’s gaze across the bed. His old friend had smiled warmly and carefully shifted Whitney onto his chest as Mick slid out of bed. He’d leaned over and pecked both Whitney and Eddie on the cheek before making his way to the bathroom for a shower.

When he’d checked in on the pair before heading out the door, they’d both been fast asleep. It had warmed his heart to see the two people he cared about most so tranquil and content. That was exactly what he wanted to see every morning when he left for work. That wasn’t too much to ask for, was it?

Mick’s heart raced as he turned down their street. Eddie’s truck was parked in the driveway again, so he assumed the other garage spot was still full of construction crap and killed his Mercedes next to Eddie’s Ford. He grabbed his backpack, slid out of the car, and slammed the door. He hit the button on his key fob as he hurried to the front door.

The delicious scent of Mexican food enveloped him as he stepped in the house. Whitney was a fabulous cook, much better than Eddie even, and had learned a lot of great recipes from her longtime foster mom, Lupe. Mick loved it when she took her turn in the kitchen. He was sure to gorge himself on delicious food and cold beer.

But, wait, if Whitney was cooking in the kitchen…

Taken aback, Mick hovered in the doorway between the entry and the living room. He’d been expecting the horrendous mess he’d left behind that morning but was shocked to see a scene like something out of a Pottery Barn catalogue. Eddie lounged on their comfortable brown leather sofa, the supple fabric seeming to gleam in the new space. He lifted his beer in a greeting. “Hey, you’re finally home!”

“What. The. Fuck?” Mick pronounced each word clearly as he toured the completely redone living room. The horrendous hole in the dining room wall had been perfectly cut out and shaped to form a beautiful archway. “This is like something out of one of those makeover shows on TV.”

“I know, right?” Eddie shook his head and sipped his beer. “I came home to find a crew hard at work and Whitney shouting orders over the speaker on the contractor’s phone. She came home with bags of curtains and throw pillows and new frames and knickknacks and put me to work.”

Mick dropped his backpack on his favorite low leather chair. He felt the cool kiss of a breeze from the overhead vents. He went still. “Is that the air conditioner?”

Eddie nodded. “She had the A/C guy here before I left for work. Said she couldn’t expect Miguel’s crew to work in this heat.”

“Well, I couldn’t,” Whitney said, bringing an ice-cold beer into the room. She started to hand it over to Mick then stopped. “Wait. Are you on call tonight?”

“No.”

“Good.” She smiled and handed him the beer.

“Thanks.” He reached out and hauled her close for a kiss. She melted into him, the taste of lime and mint filling his mouth. “Mmm,” he murmured appreciatively. “Mojito?”

“You know it,” she said, patting his shoulder. She carefully unwound herself from his arms. “Give me a few minutes in the kitchen to get everything together. Then you two can help me carry food into the dining room.” She headed out of the room and called over her shoulder, “Then we can talk.”

Eddie made a face. “I don’t like it when women want to talk.”

“Me either,” Mick agreed, “but I think it’s probably for the best.”

Eddie harrumphed. “I suppose.”

“Don’t you think it’s a good idea to get some ground rules laid out?”

Eddie considered that for a second. “Yeah. You’re right. We definitely need to talk.”

“Guys?”

Mick and Eddie rose and headed into the kitchen where they discovered a selection of platters and bowls overflowing with food. Stomach growling, Mick licked his lips. Before he could reach out to take a tortilla chip from a bowl, Whitney smacked his hand. “Uh-uh! Wash your hands first!”

“Yes, Mother.” Duly chastised, Mick walked to the sink and gave his hands a good scrub. He held them up for his inspection. “Clean enough?”

Whitney gave them an exaggerated once-over. “Yes.”

“You know I wash my hands at work all the time.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t keeping them clean at work,” Whitney replied. “But you’re still in your scrubs. I just don’t want you sprinkling MRSA all over my chips and salsa.”

“These are clean scrubs,” Mick assured her. “I changed into these after my last surgery of the day.”

“For what it’s worth,” Eddie interjected, “she makes me wash my hands the second I set foot in here, too.”

Mick narrowed his eyes in mock disdain at Whitney. “Germaphobe.”

“And damn proud of it,” Whitney retorted with a saucy little wink. “Come on. I’m starving.”

Mick and Eddie loaded up their arms with dishes and followed her into the dining room. The new décor looked even better up close. There was a faint smell of paint in the air but nothing the spicy scent of cumin and chili powder couldn’t cover. The inviting terra-cotta color on the walls complemented the dark wood of the table and chairs. Whitney had replaced the old curtains and plain rods with a more ornate bronze bar and cream-colored panels. All the old furniture looked so much better.

“I am so impressed, Whitney.” Mick leaned over and pecked her cheek. “I can’t believe how quickly you got this done.”

“Well, that’s Miguel for you,” she said, taking her seat. “He runs some of the best crews in town. When I got to run my first show, I had a so-called friend who totally stabbed me in the back and forgot to hire the construction crew to put the set together. I found Miguel, and his guys threw it together in a night. And it was good work, too,” she added. “None of that half-ass bullshit.”

“I bet he’s not cheap,” Mick commented, a little concerned about the mounting costs for the project.

“He’s not,” she confirmed. “But”-she smiled and helped herself to a steaming-hot tortilla from a Styrofoam container-“he owes me some favors and gave me a great deal. I can wipe it out with my bonus from the Paris show.”

“No,” Eddie said. “We’ll pick up the tab.”

“Whatever.” Whitney shrugged. “I’ll find the bill later, and you two can duke it out.”

Mick laughed, and Eddie snorted. They slipped into easy conversation about their workdays. Whitney’s boss was surprisingly supportive of her decision to switch jobs and had offered to slide into Whitney’s position after she left to guide her successor. Eddie and his team had served warrants without a hitch, most of it due to Eddie’s anal-retentiveness and thorough planning. There had been a violent bank robbery downtown that had the police worried. Mick hoped it was a one-time affair and not the first in a string of robberies. That was the last thing the city needed.

“And you?” Whitney asked.

“Same old, same old,” Mick answered. “Construction injuries. Car wrecks.”

Whitney’s pretty little nose wrinkled. “No details, please.”

Mick chuckled and scooped some refried beans onto a tortilla chip. “I’ll spare you this once.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re such a sweetheart.”

“I try.”

“So”-Whitney pushed food around her plate-“um, about last night.”

Eddie perked up and sat forward. “Yes?”

Mick listened with bated breath.

“I, uh, well”-she blushed-“I really enjoyed it. I was just wondering if that was, like, a one-time deal or…?”

Mick and Eddie locked eyes before turning their attention on her and replying in unison, “Not a one-time deal.”

She seemed relieved and sat back against her chair. “Good. I was worried it was one of those heat-of-the-moment things and that it was going to be weird and you’d toss me aside.”

“Never,” Eddie said forcefully. “You’re not disposable.”

“We want you, Whitney.” Mick reached over and took her hand. “We’ve wanted you for a long time.”

“Like a relationship?”

She seemed hopeful, so Mick pounced. “Yes. We’ve been looking for the right woman for so long.”

“And you think that’s me?”

“We know it’s you,” Eddie said. “But”-he inhaled a slow breath-“if you’re nervous or if this is too much too soon, we understand.”

“It’s just a little overwhelming,” Whitney admitted. “Can we take it a day at a time?”

“Of course,” Mick agreed. “Eddie and I were talking earlier, and we thought it might be helpful if we had some ground rules.”

“Like?” She swirled the ice in her mojito.

“Monogamy.” Eddie tapped the table with his finger. “When you’re with us, you’re with us and no one else.”

Whitney seemed affronted. “I’m not a cheater.”

“We didn’t mean to imply you were.” Mick shot an annoyed glance at Eddie. “We’ve been burned in the past.”

“I see.” Her gaze lingered on Eddie. “I’m not that kind of girl, Eddie.”

“I know,” he said, his voice thick. “I’m sorry I insinuated otherwise.”

“It’s okay.” She smiled and squeezed his hand. Looking thoughtful, she asked, “So what happens on a date? I mean, do I go out with one of you on, like, Wednesday and the other one on Friday? Do we sort of double date? Or do we not go out in public at all? Is this some kind of secret thing we don’t share with outsiders?” She chewed her lower lip. “I don’t know how this threesome thing works.”

“We do whatever you’re comfortable with,” Mick explained. “Obviously, this choice isn’t something a lot of people understand or support. Generally, Eddie and I keep our trysts on the lowdown.”

“So no dates?” She seemed a bit disappointed.

“No, we’ll take you out,” Eddie promised. “There are some places that are…friendlier than others.”

“And,” Mick chimed in, “if you’d prefer, we can always do one-on-one dates. I like the opera. Eddie hates it. Eddie loves paintball, and I hate that. There are plenty of things we can do with you without the other feeling left out.”

“On that note,” Eddie said, “I’d prefer if we avoided any one-on-one sex for a while. Just until we’re sure where this thing is going,” he added.

Mick snuck a glance at Whitney. She seemed a bit confused by Eddie’s request. He saw the flicker of realization in her soft green eyes. Yes, she understood. She may not have all the details, but she could tell Eddie had been hurt badly by someone.

“Sure,” Whitney agreed. “I’d probably feel kind of weird having sex with just one of you anyway.” She toyed with a few strands of golden hair. “So you guys won’t have sex when I’m not around either?”

“No, we won’t.”

“Um”-she coiled the hair tighter around her fingers-“what if I wanted to, you know, watch you?”

“We’d say name the time and place,” Mick answered with a laugh.

“Thirty minutes? Eddie’s bedroom?” She gave a little shrug. “He has the bigger bed.”

“Hell yes!” Eddie turned to Mick and made the universal gesture for Rock, Paper, Scissors. “Best of three gets out of dinner cleanup duty.”

Whitney giggled and pushed back from the table. “I’m hitting the shower. I’ll see you two in half an hour.”

Mick watched the sultry swing of her hips as she left the dining room. His attention reverted to Eddie, who still waited for their first match. “How about we double team the kitchen so both of us can catch her in that shower?”

Eddie grinned deviously. “I like the way you think.”

In record time, Mick and Eddie cleared off the table, threw the leftovers in the fridge, tossed dirty dishes in the dishwasher and wiped down the counters. Eddie checked the front door and set the alarm while Mick hit the lights and ceiling fan. Like a couple of excited teenagers, they knocked shoulders as they hurried down the hallway.

Finger to his lips, Eddie warned Mick to be quiet as they listened outside the door of the bathroom between their bedrooms. It was much bigger than Whitney’s smaller private bath and had a ridiculously oversized shower.

Mick shucked his scrubs, socks, and boxer briefs. Eddie followed suit, stripping out of his jeans, tee, socks, and boxer briefs. Very carefully, Eddie opened the door and did a little recon. Smiling, he gave Mick the go-ahead to follow and entered the bathroom’s steamy interior. Whitney sang the lyrics of the latest Lady Gaga single. Mick fought the urge to laugh at her horribly off-key warble. It was cute but terrible.

Eddie reached for the handle to the glass door, but Mick stopped him. He mimed a nasty fall and the possibility of Whitney’s head whacking into the tiled bench inside the shower. Eddie made a face. He understood how dangerous it could be to scare her while she stood on the slippery tile floor.

Mick loudly cleared his throat and waited a full three seconds before opening the door and stepping inside the shower. Whitney didn’t seem all that surprised to see him or Eddie. She smirked knowingly. “That kitchen better be spotless.”

Chuckling, Mick wound his arms around Whitney’s waist and hauled her back against his naked body. His erection nestled between the cheeks of her pert ass. Eddie sidled up to Whitney’s front and slid his arms around both of them, his hands secured behind Mick’s back.

While Eddie kissed Whitney, Mick nibbled her neck and stroked her lower belly. Eddie stepped back and grabbed her sea sponge from the tile bench and lathered it up with Whitney’s citrusy body wash. Mick peeled the black elastic band from Whitney’s wrist and used it to secure a sloppy bun near the top of her head. They took turns washing her supple flesh. Their fingers pinched and caressed and tickled. Whitney squealed and squirmed and giggled.

When she was clean, she and Eddie tag-teamed Mick. He stood still, arms held out to his sides as his lovers got him squeaky clean. They snuck in a few teasing strokes along his cock and playful bites on his sensitive neck. After rinsing off, he joined Whitney in lathering up Eddie, letting their greedy fingers slide over his exceptionally well-defined muscles.

The scrubbing out of the way, the trio locked arms and exchanged kisses. Tongues danced. Fingers squeezed. Moans and groans echoed off the tile. Tension mounted between them. Lust filled the air. Mick looked to Eddie, silently urging him to take control and guide their tryst.

With a small nod, Eddie turned around and turned off the water. Water droplets glistened along his sexy physique. He caressed Whitney’s face. “Do you still want to watch us fuck?”

“Oh, god, yes!” She paused and seemed a little hesitant. “But I don’t want to be left out.”

“You won’t be,” Mick assured her, stepping forward to stroke her upper arm.

“Do you like to suck cock?”

Her face flamed with embarrassment at Eddie’s bold question. Mick found her innocent response rather exciting. “I’m not very good at it.”

Eddie frowned. “Whoever told you that is a jackass.”

She laughed. “Yes, I guess he was.”

“Why don’t you sit on the bench?” Eddie suggested and guided her over to the seat. “Mick, come here.”

Although not a true submissive by any stretch of the imagination, Mick still experienced a secret thrill any time Eddie turned that commanding voice on him. He’d noticed the way Whitney responded to Eddie’s tone and figured she felt the same way. Like a well-trained puppy, Mick practically scampered to Eddie’s side.

“Stand here.” He let Eddie guide him in front of Whitney. “Now,” he addressed Whitney, “show me how you suck a dick.”

Blushing, she licked her lips and leaned forward. White-hot heat streaked through Mick. His pulse sprinted as anticipation coiled low in his belly. Whitney’s soft, small hands wrapped around his shaft and balls. Like a curious student, she stroked and fondled. Mick reveled in the breathtaking sensation her dainty fingers evoked. She touched him perfectly, not too rough and with just the right amount of pressure.

He gasped when her pink tongue stole out to lick the head of his cock. It was a timid taste. She glanced up at him, uncertainty in her eyes, and flicked her tongue out again. Mick brushed his knuckles over her cheeks and smiled down encouragingly. Honestly, he could care less about technique. He just wanted her hot lips wrapped around his cock.

“Wet your lips,” Eddie gently coaxed. She followed his instruction. Very slowly, she took a little more of Mick’s cock into her mouth. “Keep your teeth covered. Yes, just like that. Good girl.”

She smiled happily at Eddie and attacked Mick’s cock with renewed confidence. She put her hands on Mick’s thighs to brace herself as she bobbed on his cock. Mick wanted to touch her face, but he worried she might get the wrong idea. He didn’t enjoy that kind of brutal throat fucking that some men forced on their partners. Eddie sometimes liked to flirt with that kind of subjugation, but Mick knew without a sliver of doubt he’d never pull that kind of thing on Whitney. Not anytime soon, at least. There was a time and place for that kind of rough play, and this definitely wasn’t it.

“Relax your jaw, and take him deeper.” Eddie’s thick fingers stroked Whitney’s neck. “If you gag, just pull back and try again.”

Mick gritted his teeth at the wild sensation of his erection sliding farther and farther into Whitney’s mouth. His toes curled against the tile as he fought the urge to pump his hips. Biology demanded he thrust for more stimulation, but his conscience refused. He wasn’t a caveman, after all.

Ever the perfect student, Whitney followed Eddie’s instructions without deviation. The first few times, Mick’s cock triggered her gag reflex. He pulled back quickly, not wanting to sour her on the experience, and she surprised him by gobbling him right up again. Soon she was deep-throating him like a champ. Mick groaned as he watched his shiny cock slide in and out of her wet mouth. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, and she applied the perfect amount of suction.

Christ, Eddie was a damned-good teacher. If he ever found himself short on cash, Eddie could sell his cock-sucking techniques.

“Faster,” Eddie ordered. “Concentrate right there at the top. Yeah. Right there.”

Mick looked down at Whitney. She seemed so excited. No doubt her pussy was dripping from arousal. Their gazes clashed as Mick surrendered to the building momentum of his orgasm. His balls tightened. A low hum of energy fizzed behind his navel. Muscles tightening, he sucked in hard, fast breaths. A couple more strokes…

Growling like a bear, he climaxed, the cum rocketing out of his cock and splashing her mouth. Blood pounded in his ears as he jerked so Eddie’s low murmuring was indecipherable. Whatever he said to Whitney, it worked. Mick’s knees wobbled from the sheer awesomeness of his orgasm.

When his spent cock slipped from her shockingly talented mouth, a little cum dribbled down her chin. Eddie bent forward and swiped the pearlescent fluid from her skin before kissing her deeply, his tongue darting inside her mouth. She moaned and slid her arms around Eddie’s shoulders. He scooped her up from the bench and handed her over to Mick.

Mick smothered her sweet mouth in kisses. He loved the salty taste of his cum on her lips. There was something so wickedly naughty about it. He kissed the tip of her nose. “You were amazing.”

“Yeah?”

“Fabulous,” he assured her. Mick caught Eddie’s gaze. “Bedroom?”

“Hell yes.” Eddie stepped out of the shower and held the door for Mick.

“Grab some towels,” Mick said as he carried Whitney out of the bathroom. She snuggled close to his chest. He brushed a kiss over her cheek before setting her down in Eddie’s bedroom. He caught the towel Eddie tossed his way and helped his friend buff the water from Whitney’s supple skin.

When she was dry, Whitney took the towel from his hand and attacked Eddie while Eddie turned on Mick. The logistics and mechanics of drying off daisy-chain-style had them all laughing. Soon the towels were discarded, and they stared at one another, each of them waiting for someone to make a move.

“Come here, sweetheart,” Mick said, pulling her into his arms. Very carefully so as not to cause pain, he unwound the black elastic holding her hair up and tossed it aside. Waves of mostly dry hair tumbled around her shoulders. Eddie buried his face in her blonde locks. Mick nuzzled her neck and inhaled her freshly showered scent. An idea formed as he considered how the three of them could continue their tryst. “Have you ever sat on a man’s face?”

She stiffened in his arms. He couldn’t tell if she was embarrassed, offended, or both. Whitney pulled back so she could look into his eyes. Her gaze darted from his face to Eddie’s and back again. “Like, while you give me oral sex?”

“Exactly like that,” Mick confirmed.

“No. I’ve never done that.”

“Would you like to?” Eddie wondered as he played with her silky hair.

She gulped and nervously drummed her fingers on Eddie’s forearm. “Could I suck you at the same time?”

Eddie’s eyes flashed. “Inspiration from those dirty books of yours?”

Whitney laughed. “Maybe.”

“Your jaw isn’t too sore?” Concern glimmered in Eddie’s eyes. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“I’m fine. Really.”

Mick’s cock stirred back to life as he imagined his face buried in Whitney’s cunt while she wrapped her lips around Eddie’s dick. He couldn’t wait another second. “Get on the bed, Whitney.”

She happily complied, bouncing up on the bed like an overeager puppy. Mick climbed on and rolled onto his back. Eddie moved into position a few feet above his head and held Whitney’s hands as she threw a leg over Mick and straddled his chest. Her pussy dripped onto his skin, the dewy droplets betraying her lust. Mick grasped her hips and pulled her forward until her knees were planted on either side of his head. Her pussy smelled so good. He let his tongue steal out to swipe her soaking slit. Whitney whimpered and looked down at him. Their eyes met as his tongue circled her clit. She shuddered and reached for Eddie.

The mattress dipped a bit as Eddie rose to his feet. Whitney’s stature made kneeling awkward, so Eddie had to stand on the mattress to ease the strain on her neck. Mick held back as the pair above him got situated. Eddie took Whitney’s hair in one hand, like a cowboy would a horse’s reins. “Put your hands on my legs or waist,” Eddie instructed. “It’ll help you keep your balance.” He caressed her chin. “And if I go too deep or too fast, you slap or pinch the shit out of me. This isn’t about me. It’s about you, okay?”

“Yes, sir,” Whitney playfully replied. Mick couldn’t see Eddie’s face, but he was certain the Dominant in him had flashed to the surface upon hearing those words from Whitney’s mouth. Girlfriend was playing with fire.

As Eddie guided his cock between Whitney’s lips, Mick used his tongue to trace her juicy folds. He loved the way her cunt honey flowed so freely. His tongue dipped inside her pussy. She moaned loudly and pressed down against his face. Apparently she’d just figured out the major perk to this particular position. He kept his tongue stiff as she fucked it and then let his tongue flatten as she ground side to side.

Mick’s hearing was a little muffled by her thighs, but he could hear the sloshing suction of Eddie’s cock as it plunged in and out of her hot, wet mouth like a well-oiled piston. Mick’s own dick throbbed painfully. Eating pussy always turned him on something fierce. Hearing Whitney slurping Eddie’s cock only ramped up his lust.

He concentrated on Whitney’s clit, flicking the engorged nub with just the right amount of pressure and speed. His hands gripped her waist as he held her in place and went to town on her sweet cunt. His tongue fluttered over the kernel and then drew tight circles around it. Hungry for her pussy nectar, he ferociously attacked her clit, sucking and licking the tiny nub until she went wild and climaxed. Her pussy cream coated his chin as she snapped her hips and rode his face.

As her orgasm died, she leaned back, hands on his chest behind her, and gazed down at him. Panting, eyes dark with lust, she watched him lick the salty pussy cum from her inner lips. When she could take no more, Whitney groaned and fell off to the side onto the mattress, her legs over his chest.

Eddie had stepped off the bed and stood off to the right. He stroked his cock and stared at the two of them. Mick recognized the feral shine in his longtime lover’s eyes and rolled up onto his knees, presenting his ass to Eddie. Whitney sat up and let her inquisitive gaze drift over the pair of them. “Are you going to fuck him now?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Do you just, like, put it in?”

Whitney’s genuine curiosity amused Mick. “God, I hope not,” he said with a laugh. “I’m used to anal sex, but a little foreplay makes it better.”

“What kind?” she asked, scooting closer. “Like, um, rimming?”

“Sometimes.” Eddie grabbed a condom and a bottle of lube from the bedside table.

Whitney frowned. “Condom?”

“It’s safer,” Mick explained. “We’re STD free, but there’s still a ton of bacteria back there, and I’m sure Eddie would rather not have that wonderful burning sensation when he takes a piss.”

“Lovely,” Whitney said, her voice tinged with sarcasm.

“Sex isn’t all rainbows and ponies, sugar.” Eddie leaned down and kissed her. “Besides, I might have the urge to take my cock out of Mick and slide it right into you. A condom makes that possible because it’s a barrier I can quickly discard.”

She considered Eddie’s proposition. “Fair enough.” Her hands drifted along Mick’s back. “Show me what happens next.”

Eddie chuckled and slapped his big hand on Mick’s ass. Mick sighed and pressed back. He liked a little sting now and then. He shivered as Eddie’s fingers drifted between his cheeks and trailed along his balls and shaft. Eddie’s tight grip was noticeably different from Whitney’s gentle one earlier. Mick couldn’t decide whose grip he preferred. Not that it really mattered, he supposed. That was the whole point of two partners, wasn’t it? Best of both worlds, right?

At the first touch of Eddie’s tongue, Mick groaned. Goose bumps rippled across his skin. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Eddie’s pliable tongue tracing his hidden pucker. Eddie’s tongue fluttered and swirled and stabbed deep. Mick growled and pushed back, wanting more, always more. Eddie grabbed two handfuls of Mick’s ass, pulled him wide open and delved between the cheeks with such enthusiasm it made Mick tremble.

He felt the bed dip and then, to his surprise, there was Whitney. She shimmied underneath him and looped her arms around his shoulders, drawing his head down for a kiss. Mick surrendered to the dueling sensations of being kissed and rimmed. It was a heady experience, to say the least.

Eddie’s mouth disappeared. Moments later, his tongue was replaced by a pair of fingers coated in cold lubricant. Eddie probed and stretched and prepared Mick’s anus for the coming intrusion. “I’m going to fuck this ass so hard.”

“Eddie.” Mick whispered his lover’s name in between Whitney’s kisses. She arched her back beneath him and wound her legs around his waist. Her wet cunt smashed against him, trapping his cock between their bodies.

When the blunt tip of Eddie’s condom-covered cock pressed against his hole, Mick consciously relaxed and thrust back against his lover. Eddie’s fat cock slid in with such ease. Their bodies were so attuned to one another. Eddie’s dick seemed made for him. “Oh, yeah,” Eddie growled. “Give me that ass.”

Whitney’s hands drifted down Mick’s stomach to grasp his cock. She used both hands to stimulate him. One cupped his sac while the other stroked the length of his shaft. She kissed him, her tongue sliding and swirling over his. Eddie’s thrusts grew more forceful. Mick fisted the comforter in his hands and shoved back to meet Eddie’s passionate movements. Whitney nipped at his chin and jerked his cock faster. The hand that had previously been fondling his sac slid up around his neck and cupped the back of his head.

“I’ve fantasized about this,” she murmured. “I used to lie in bed and rub my clit while imaging Eddie fucking you like this.”

“Christ!” Mick put his forehead against Whitney’s. He begged, “More pressure.”

She squeezed a little tighter as she caressed his cock. Her ringed fingers concentrated just below his head, right at the spot Eddie had told her about earlier. Christ, but she was a quick study!

Eddie shifted behind him, and suddenly his cock was slamming into Mick’s prostate over and over. Whitney bit his earlobe. Mick gasped in pain. What a saucy little minx!

There was no holding back. All he could do was grab on tight as Whitney and Eddie took him on the ride of his life. For the second time in half an hour, he climaxed so hard his vision went blurry. Eddie pounded his ass right through the orgasm. Whitney’s cum-covered hand continued to stroke him until he shuddered and pleaded for her to stop, to let him catch his breath, to let him return from that ethereal plane of ecstasy.

Eddie pulled out slowly and lovingly rubbed Mick’s backside. Mick fell onto his side next to Whitney. He watched in fascination as she drew lazy circles through the pool of semen on her belly. Eddie leaned forward and took her tiny hand in his massive paw. As if eating some delectable treat, he leisurely licked the cum from her fingers. Mick noticed the way Whitney’s eyes flashed. A bright red flush colored her skin.

Like a prowling cat, Eddie climbed over Whitney. She started to protest about the semen on her belly, but he shook his head. “Leave it,” he ordered and silenced her with a kiss.

Mick looked on as Eddie entered her slick sheath with his naked cock. The pair moaned. She hooked her legs around his hips and held onto his broad shoulders. Eddie thrust into her at a slow pace while he kissed her neck and breasts.

Still awash in post-orgasm bliss, Mick was content to watch them fuck. He marveled at Eddie’s stamina and orgasm control. The man was like the Energizer Bunny. He just kept going and going and going…

When Eddie sat back on his heels, Whitney gasped. She liked that angle of penetration, it seemed. Mick reached between their bodies and touched her clit. He nibbled her arm and sucked on her fingers. Eddie grabbed her legs and pulled them up so her ankles were hanging over his shoulders. “Fuck, baby, your pussy is so tight.”

“Eddie,” Whitney whimpered and clutched at him.

Mick laughed and locked his lips around her nipple. His tongue circled the stiff peak in the same way his fingers moved over her clit. Eddie fucked her faster. His hips snapped back and forth at a breakneck pace. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room. Mick concentrated on Whitney’s breathing pattern. He abandoned her breast and devoured her mouth. She broke away from their kiss and buried her face in his neck. Her hot pants buffeted his skin. She was close, so very close…

“Mick! Uhhhh. Unnnh. Ahh. Eddie. Eddie.” She scratched at Mick’s shoulders. “Mick. Mick. Mick!”

“Keep coming for me, sweetheart.” Mick whispered his encouragement. “Come all over Eddie’s fat cock.”

Eddie groaned. “God, Mick!”

Mick locked eyes with his big man. “You know you want to come inside that hot pussy. Fill her up with your cum, and I’ll eat it right out of her.”

Eddie and Whitney both cried out at that statement. Mick smiled as Eddie’s orgasm ripped through him. He slammed deep and spilled his seed before collapsing.

Mick gave the pair a few moments to calm down. They shared sensual kisses and petted and nuzzled on another. Eventually, Mick crawled over Whitney and licked and kissed his way down her beautiful body. When he reached the apex at the top of her thighs, she put her hand down to stop him. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to,” Mick assured her, parting her thighs for his pleasure. “Besides,” he grinned devilishly, “I never break a promise…”