Love Me More

Chapter Seven

“Oh.”

Melina thought she understood. If he was “forced” to participate, he wouldn’t feel so guilty. Even though she was the one who’d arranged it, he still felt he shouldn’t be with another woman. Melina softened inside, touched at his fidelity.

“Well, then.” She gave Abby, who’d been watching them, a small nod. Abby smiled and reached for Gavin’s cock. Melina shifted on the couch, pushed Gavin forward so she could slip behind him. From there, his big body leaning back against her, she put her arms around him and caressed his chest and stomach, lingering on the soft skin just below his navel where she knew he was extra-sensitive.

Abby slid to the floor in front of Gavin. Melina rested her chin on his shoulder to watch Abby stroke him, down, up, over the head and down again, cupping his balls with one hand. A drop of moisture glistened on the tip of his cock.

Melina wanted so badly to lick it but she couldn’t from her position behind him, so when Abby did, both she and Gavin hissed in sharp breaths. Abby’s small tongue came out and delicately licked across the swollen glans while she continued to stroke him.

Melina’s fingers brushed through the coarse dark hair at the root of his penis, back up over his quivery belly, and again across his chest in firm caresses. “We should move to the bedroom,” she said softly. “I have something there that will help.”

Abby gave Gavin one more lick and rose up, her skirt hiked up almost to her hips, nipples pointy under the ribbed tank top. “Okay,” she said. She tugged the leather skirt down but it didn’t go far. Melina put her hands on Gavin’s back and pushed and he stood up, tucked himself back into his jeans.

He took a couple of steps away and turned and Melina sucked in her bottom lip as she studied his tousled hair, sexy bare chest and unbuttoned fly. His cheekbones wore a flush of arousal, his eyes glittered.

She scooted off the couch and picked up two candles from the table, then led the way to their bedroom.

“I like your apartment,” Abby said. “Very funky.” Melina had decorated it in the short time they’d lived there, since decorating and design were her talent, her passion. They didn’t have a lot of money. Gavin’s career was going well and he’d been promoted after that last big project he’d almost killed himself on, but still, they were both just starting out in their careers. Flea market finds lovingly sanded and painted mingled with a new sofa and loveseat. The walls painted a deep taupe gave the room an intimate feel, with mismatched lamps casting warm pools of light.

In the bedroom, deep moss green walls set off creamy painted furniture and linens patterned with leaves in shades of moss, sage and gold.

Melina set the candles on the dresser, but also turned on the small lamp sitting there. On the other side of the room from the bed, it cast only a faint glow over the bed and the three who stood beside it.

Gavin turned to Melina. “This is nice.” He touched the ivory satin.

Melina untied the belt and let the robe fall open, revealing the gown beneath, a camisole-style that stopped mid-thigh, with tiny straps holding up cups of ivory lace barely containing her breasts.

“Very nice,” Abby agreed. Melina glanced at Abby. She was struck with sudden empathy for Abby, standing there, a third to their couple. She didn’t want Abby to feel…excluded. Or used. Abby, a little tough, a lot experienced, still had feelings, and Melina felt an urgent need to make sure this was good for her, too. She licked her lips, met Abby’s gaze. Abby smiled and excitement quivered inside Melina.

Melina let the silky robe slide off her shoulders and puddle on the floor. She took a deep breath, then reached for Gavin’s shirt and tugged it down over his arms. She leaned in to kiss him, reassured by the familiar warm scent of him, and pushed his jeans down on his hips.

Gavin took over and stepped out of his jeans, his feet already bare. He kept his boxer briefs on, his erection stretching the soft fabric.

He had such a beautiful body, lean hips, long muscular thighs. His wide chest tapered to defined abs. He may have an office job, but he worked out and was lean enough that he was pretty ripped. His shoulders and upper arms were thick with muscle.

Now Abby ran her hands over his chest, lingering on flat nipples, teasing the narrow trail of hair below his navel, and Melina reached for him through his cotton briefs. He was rock hard and pulsing.

She hooked her fingers into the elastic and tugged the briefs down, wanting to touch bare flesh. Hot, veined, velvety flesh. She dropped to her knees to help him step out of the underwear. Now she had a chance to lean in and taste him, swirling her tongue over smooth skin as she dragged her hands up and down, digging it into the tiny slit to taste more. Mmmm.

Gavin’s fingers slid into her hair, holding her head there and he groaned. Melina let him slide out of her mouth, stood up and went over to the dresser. She opened the top drawer and pulled out a bottle. She held it up to Abby and Gavin. “Massage oil.”

“Ah. Good idea.” Abby smiled. “Lay down, Gavin.”

He moved to the bed and stretched out, hands behind his head on the pillow, and watched them. He still looked like he couldn’t quite believe what was happening.

Melina poured some of the slick liquid into Abby’s palms and then into her own. She set the bottle on the night table and they both started spreading it over Gavin, Abby on his chest and stomach and Melina on his cock and balls. The oil slicked up her hands as she ran them up and down his cock.

“Christ, that’s good,” he groaned. He closed his eyes as they massaged and petted him until he finally reached down and grabbed Melina’s hand. “Stop.”

She looked up at him. “I’m going to come,” he said. “Hold on.”

“That’s okay. I want you to come.”

“Not yet.”

“We have all night,” Abby said.

He was so used to making sure Melina came first. But hey…he had enough stamina to do it twice. Or more. If he had to.

Losing some of his reservations, he lay back down. “Okay. Suck me.” Obediently, Melina took him in her mouth, the ring of her lips tight around him, and she took him deep. As her head moved up and down he dug his fingers into her hair again. Then Abby moved down beside Melina, and nudged her to the side. With an exchange of smiles, Melina moved from between his thighs and each woman knelt beside him. They bent their heads, Melina sucking his cock, Abby licking his balls. Then they changed positions and Abby’s mouth closed over him. Fuck! Two women down there getting him off, both of them so hot and talented and hungry. He put a hand on Abby’s head, too, felt the pressure building in his balls, at the base of his spine…and then it roared through his body and out his penis, hot spurting pleasure. He wasn’t even sure whose mouth was on him.

“I’m coming,” he managed to say as his body tightened and bowed off the bed. Abby released him, pumped him with her hand and he spurted semen into it, hot jerky jets of creamy white while the two women watched with avid eyes. “Christ.”

They smeared his come all over him as his dick pulsed on and on, then finally stopped. He was still hard and sticky in their hands.

Then they licked him, both of them, their heads together, mouths close…and it was so exciting he almost got hard again right then. His cock quivered. Would they kiss?

They lifted their heads and looked at each other, paused for long, thudding heartbeats, then stretched up to lay down beside him, one on each side.

He put an arm around each of their shoulders, nuzzled Melina’s hair. Their hands rested on his chest. “Holy crap,” he muttered, eyes closed.

After a few long moments, the only sound in the room his labored breathing, he became aware that both girls were still dressed. Well, sort of dressed. Melina was almost falling out of the little slip thing she wore and Abby’s skirt had ridden up around her hips, revealing a black thong.

They’d gotten him off but they hadn’t come. Two women. Was he supposed to do it for both of them?

He tensed, the idea of taking a woman besides Melina making him…worried. He didn’t want to hurt Melina. He’d never wanted to cheat on her, but the thought had crossed his mind—especially since their engagement—that he would never touch another woman’s breasts again, never kiss another woman. Never have sex with another woman.

Which he was not going to, tonight, either, according to Melina’s rules. He smiled. He was fine with that. He never would have touched another woman if it weren’t for Melina and her crazy adventures. Just the idea of touching Abby’s breasts made his gut clench.

“I guess it’s your turn,” he murmured, not to any one in particular.

Melina propped her head on one elbow and lay on her side facing him, playing with his chest hair. “I think you should undress us.”

Yeah. He glanced at Abby, who lay there smiling, too, but he sat up and reached first for Melina. She sat up, too. He pushed the straps of her gown off her shoulders, then tugged them down her arms, the lacy bodice revealing her breasts. Gorgeous as ever, the pink tips were hard and puckered. She went up on her knees so he could skim the satin over her hips, and it pooled on the bed. She lay back down and he turned to Abby.

She peered at him from beneath her lashes and now he no longer felt as if she was laughing at him. She bit her lip, looking aroused and needy. He opened the snap and zipper of her skirt. Abby lifted her ass off the bed so he could pull the skirt off, and he dropped it to the floor beside the bed. His eyes followed slender legs up to narrow hips and the tiny triangle of black that covered…what?

He reached for the thong, shockingly curious to know. Ah. He revealed a small triangle of chestnut curls. But below that… He pulled the thong over her feet and tossed it. He stared at her pussy and she opened her legs to show him that below the neatly groomed triangle, she was still smooth and bare.

She sat up and pulled her tank top off herself, wearing no bra under it. Her breasts were small, much smaller than Melina’s, but still a nice handful, round, and tipped with pretty nipples.

Again, uncertainty gripped him. Melina lay there watching and she looked…interested. Excited. She licked her lips, and gave him a nod. “Do it,” she whispered. “Touch her.”

“Yes,” Abby said. “Touch me, Gavin.”

In a daze, he reached for her breasts, filled his palms with them. Her nipples grazed him, hard little nubs, and he rubbed his palms over them. Abby groaned, threw her head back and arched her back, thrusting her tits forward. “Oh, yeah. I love that.”

He continued caressing her breasts, then slowly bent forward to suck on a tight nipple. He couldn’t help but glance at Melina. She watched intently, gave him another nod. So he took Abby’s nipple into his mouth and sucked on it while he gently squeezed the other breast.

It was different. He and Melina had been together for years. He was used to her lush tits, so Abby’s dainty size surprised him…excited him.

He moved to the other nipple to lick and suck, grazed it with his teeth and she moaned again. He trailed a hand down over her tummy, brushed her belly button piercing, then her curls. His fingers played there for a minute. He loved Melina’s bareness, but again, this was different.

Abby opened her legs wider and he couldn’t resist slipping a finger down into her folds. Jesus, she was wet. So hot and slick she was probably dripping.

His chest ached and he got hard again. Already! He fingered Abby for a moment, spreading her moisture around, but then he had to touch Melina.

He dragged his wet fingers over Abby’s belly, wiping her cream on her and she drew in a sharp breath. Gavin smiled.

He turned to Melina. He wanted to bury his face between those luscious tits, thrust his cock there and come all over her. He pressed his face there, inhaled the familiar scent of her vanilla and spice, warm and delicious. He licked her chest between her breasts, licked the under curve of each, then dragged his tongue over her nipples. Her breasts were bigger than Abby’s but her nipples were similar, small, rosy and tight. He sucked each in turn, pressing the mounds together.

“Oh, yeah, that’s good,” she moaned, moving restlessly beneath him. He kissed his way down her abdomen, took the little gold barbell piercing her belly into his mouth and tugged on it. She whimpered and her hips lifted. He kissed below her navel, then over her smooth mound. “Yes, yes, lick me Gavin.”

This was familiar territory, but no less exciting as he slid lower to put his mouth on her. She tasted sweet and soft, and oozed her arousal. He could smell it, the warm brown sugar scent of her. He lapped at her with his tongue, licking up her cream, teasing her folds, finding her clit. She cried out and fisted her hands in his hair, her hips rolling against his mouth.

“Wanna make you come, sweetheart,” he said, studying her pretty pussy.

“Yes. No. Wait.” She yanked on his hair. “Abby. Make Abby come.”

Hesitation made him close his eyes, but he realized if he appeared too reluctant it would be insulting to Abby. So he moved off Melina and smiled at Abby. Her fingers were between her legs. Heat zapped through him.

She parted her legs wider, used both hands to open her swollen lips there, revealing her gleaming, crimson slit. Her clit protruded invitingly and Gavin slowly positioned himself between her thighs, gazing at her fingers stroking herself.

He felt Melina’s hand on his lower back, caressing him, reassuring him. He glanced at Melina one more time, then lowered his head, inhaled Abby’s unique scent, intensely female. He’d always loved going down on women, could lick and suck for hours there. His gut clenched, his dick swelled and he licked Abby, tasted her, pleasured her.

She hissed at his touch, her fingers dropping away. “Oh, yeah.”

He tongued her everywhere, outside her labia in the crease of her thigh, inside, thrusting his tongue into her opening, all the way up and over her clit, all the way down to her puckered anus and back up.

She writhed on the bed while he played, in no hurry, but her urgency grew and she lifted against his mouth. He found her clit, sucked it, and she cried out and arched her back, coming into his mouth.

He lifted his head, his breathing ragged, watched her face as she recovered. Melina’s hands still stroked his back, and when he looked at her she too was watching Abby.

“Now you,” he said.