Rough, Raw, and Ready
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She teetered so close to the edge of orgasm that Chassie clutched Trevor’s hair in her fists, desperate for that headlong rush into pleasure.
He looked up. “No hands. Ed make sure her hands stay outta my way.”
“If you insist.” Edgard circled both her wrists in one strong hand, pinning them above her head. His face was inches from hers. “Leave them so I can touch you. There will be consequences if you disobey.”
“What kind of consequences?”
Edgard didn’t respond. His exhalations ruffled the damp skin of her neck as he placed his lips in the hollow of her throat.
Right then Trevor sucked on her clit.
“Oh God.” Her pelvis pushed forward to force additional contact with that sucking mouth.
But Edgard’s hand slid down her belly and the activity on her clit stopped.
She lifted her head and saw silent communication pass between them. Trevor fluttered just his tongue over that throbbing bit of flesh.
A wet lash on the very tip of her nipple made her cry out. It happened again. And again. Delicate licks interspersed with gentle, fleeting sucks. It was heaven. It was hell.
The dual tongue flicks on separate needy areas were like nothing she’d ever experienced. Wet heat swirled from her chest to her crotch until the pulses synchronized, and she came, gasping, writhing, and damn near screaming. Her whole body throbbed.
Throbbed. Not just her pussy, not just her nipples, every single inch of her skin buzzed.
As she struggled for air, soft lips brushed her mouth in a passing kiss. Once. Twice.
Three times.
Chassie blinked her eyes and Edgard kept his gaze on hers. He murmured in Portuguese and nuzzled her jawline before straightening up.
Trevor rested on his knees and kept a grip on the top of each of her thighs. He grinned and licked his lips with great gusto. “Mmm. Mmm.”
“I want a taste.”
Both Trevor and Chassie looked at Edgard as he angled forward and kissed Trevor.
Edgard broke free and challenged, “Maybe next time I can get it directly from the source.”
An odd sensation unfurled in her belly when Edgard came closer. He did that seductive nuzzle again, all warm breath and teasing caress of hot skin. He pressed his mouth to her ear and whispered, “Sweet Chassie. I want to fuck your husband. And then I want to fuck you.”
Chapter Twenty
Edgard wanted to pounce on Trevor. Bend him over the mattress and pound into that tight little ass so hard Trevor would be walking bowlegged for days.
“Chass,” he whispered loud enough for Trevor to hear, “do you have a strap-on dildo?”
“No. Oh God, I like your lips right there, Ed.”
Edgard smiled and sucked a little harder on the tendon straining in her neck. “So you don’t have any sex toys?”
“Well yeah. A couple of different vibrators. Flavored lube. Handcuffs. Rope. A velvet mask. Why?”
“Just curious.”
“Why’re you so curious?” Trevor asked.
He straightened up. “Honestly?”
Trevor’s cheekbones were flushed with color, his pale blue eyes intent as he nodded.
Want want want kept echoing in Edgard’s head whenever he was near the man.
Edgard inhaled and exhaled slowly before answering. “I wondered if Chassie ever used a strap-on on you.”
Something dark and unidentifiable quickened in Trevor’s eyes. “No. Not interested.”
“Why not?”
“Because the only thing I’ve ever wanted, or ever had up my ass, is your cock, Ed. It was you or nothin’.”
Edgard couldn’t stop from reaching for him. Touching those strong arms and that vulnerable face. “Next time I wanna look in your eyes while I’m fucking you.”
“Or when it’s my turn to fuck you.”
A heated pause filled the air. Edgard nodded. “Right now I believe hands and knees will be best for everyone.”
Chassie lifted halfway and reclined on her elbows. “Do you want me just to watch this time?”
“No,” Edgard and Trevor said simultaneously.
“Good. Although, I’m probably gonna wish we were in front of a mirror so I can see the looks on both your faces as you’re together again.” Another one of those mysterious expressions crossed her pretty face before her gaze skittered away.
Trevor was highly intuitive when it came to his wife, because he immediately crawled across the bed until he hung over Chassie’s prone body. “Baby? What’s goin’ on? Tell me. No more secrets, remember?”
“Will you still want to be with me? After you’re with Edgard? After he gives you what you really want?”
“Hey now. I’ve had what I wanted the minute you agreed to become my wife.”
Edgard tried not to intrude. He didn’t want to be hurt by Trevor’s declaration, even when it was the truth, but it sliced clear to the bone.
“This is all so confusing,” Chassie whispered. “I love you, Trevor. I don’t wanna lose you. I’ll do anything to make you happy. Anything. I can’t expect you not to feel something for him when you so obviously do. And I don’t think what I’m feelin’ is jealousy at seein’ you with him.”
“Then what is it?”
“Just plain old fear I’ll come up lacking again when he and I are compared.”
Damn. Damn. Damn. “We’ll stop. I’ll go,” Edgard said softly. “This isn’t working for you, Chassie, and I won’t hurt you again. Not ever. Not for anything. Not even for a shot at”—the only man I’ve loved—“being with Trevor.”
Chassie shook her head and grabbed Edgard’s hand. “See? This isn’t what I wanted either. I won’t cast you out like some soap opera diva, even though I’m feelin’ like one, laying here dissecting this situation when I should just go with it.”
He studied Chassie, flat-out amazed by her. By her generosity, by her caring and concern not for herself, but for Trevor. For him. For what they’d lost.
Trevor hadn’t moved. He hadn’t taken his eyes off his wife. “Ed is right. We can stop.”
“No!” She squeezed Edgard’s hand. “I won’t do that to any of us. God, I’m thrilled you’re wantin’ me to be a part of it and not sneakin’ off to the barn when I’ve got my back turned.”
“Chassie, darlin’, we’d never do that.”
“Don’t you think I know that? Don’t you think I know how damn… noble you both are? Don’t you think that makes me feel like shit for stopping this before you even get started? When I know it’s killin’ both of you?”
Edgard attempted a different approach. “While noble is hardly the word I’d use to describe anything happening in a barn…I will ask if you were having fun with both of us before, when we were both touching you?”
“Well, yeah.”
“So don’t think beyond that right now.” Edgard brushed his mouth across her knuckles. “That’s what I do. Live in the moment.”
“Does that work?”
“Ask me after I’ve gotten what I’ve been dreaming of for the last three and a half years. Ask me when I walk down that hallway and go to bed alone and he’s in your arms all night.”
Another weighty pause hung; no one budged, no one seemed to breathe.
Chassie’s lips curled into a watery smile as she touched Edgard’s face. “Sounds like we oughta be pissed off at Trevor for makin’ both of us love him. The jerk is gettin’ the best of both worlds.”
“He is a bit of a bastard,” Edgard said with mock sternness.
“Hey, I can’t help that I’m such a damn loveable bastard.” Trevor kissed Chassie’s forehead and rubbed his cheek against Edgard’s. “I have an idea. If you still wanna do this.”
Edgard made himself nod rather than shout out, Fuck yeah we’re still doing this.
“Flat on your back, Chass. Let’s prop your hips under a bunch of pillows. So I’m fuckin’ her like this and you’re behind me. That way she can see my face and yours, Ed.”
He refocused on Chassie. “Will that work, baby? So it ain’t like we’re pullin’ train on you and you’re in the lead car with no idea what’s goin’ on in the caboose? So you can look in my eyes and I can look in yours while we’re all lovin’ each other?”
Again, Edgard realized Trevor’s instincts were dead on when it came to his wife.
What had Trevor understood about him that he’d never bothered to share? What else had he assumed about this man but had never taken the time to verify? Edgard’s tendency to blame everything on Trevor had been part of the problem, a problem he hadn’t acknowledged until right now.
“That sounds way better than a mirror,” she murmured.
“I’ll grab the pillows from my room.” Edgard needed a second to clear his head. He paced, letting his conflicting emotions wash through him before he had to don the mask of casualness.
He returned to see Trevor’s face buried between Chassie’s thighs again, but he was on his knees, not flat on his belly. Edgard clutched the pillows to his chest until Chassie quit giggling and they both noticed him.
Talk about awkward. “Maybe I should…”
“Grab the stuff outta the nightstand while I finish proppin’ up this pretty pussy.”
Trevor snatched the pillows.
Edgard’s anticipation was waning. Until he saw the brand of lubricant he and Trevor had always used. Strange, that a squeeze bottle of lube would bolster his spirits, but it did.
He turned around and Trevor was right in his face.
Trevor spread his hands over Edgard’s chest, digging his fingertips into the springy hair. “We seemed to have lost our momentum. Maybe this’ll get it back.” Trevor’s mouth ate at his as he rubbed their cocks together.
The swollen heads were bumping and sliding, mixing the slick beads of pre-come on bare bellies until Edgard couldn’t stand it. He wanted to bury his cock in Trevor’s heat.