Текст книги "Crosstown Crush"

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“Can you find a fucking clit?” Bern demanded, every inch the brash, wife-defiling shithead he was here to play.

Mike didn’t speak, but he knelt and edged close to Sam’s side, one hand on her back not far from Bern’s, the other sliding under her belly, familiar fingertips alighting on her clitoris. Sam shivered and moaned, shocked.

The pleasure was insane. It went far beyond a hard, skilled cock and a set of fingers that knew her as well as her own did. There were the smells and heat of two men, the disparate pitch of their breathing, mismatched moans at her side and back. But the psychological high was as potent as any physical aspect of what was happening. She’d never felt so much at once. Like an object of adoration and worship, like a prize desired by two hard, panting male animals.

Could Mike feel Bern? He was taking her so deeply, did Mike get the glance of Bern’s balls against his knuckles with every impact?

“She loves that dick,” Bern muttered, and Sam tensed right up to the edge of orgasm at those words. Not from the crassness of them, or his tone, but because something about it… He was talking to Mike, not her. There was a sharp dichotomy at play, a them and her. She was being pleasured by two men. Served and used at once.

“Fuck,” she groaned. “Don’t stop.”

“Not till I feel you come, baby.” Bern, of course. Mike’s voice was no more than a low hum of a moan. Together, Bern’s words and Mike’s sounds – they were something entirely different. So much more, as though one plus one made a hundred.

The pleasure built with every pounding thrust from Bern, every incendiary stroke of Mike’s fingertips. From the sensations and so much more. In a flash she imagined the wake of this encounter, of rolling over and kissing each of these men in turn. She was drunk on the moment, on the boundaries they’d obliterated. She’d never known sex could be like this. It couldn’t be like this one-on-one, no matter the lovers or the bond they shared.

Dangerous thoughts.

It was only the orgasm that drowned them out, her worries flattened in the face of the pleasure as two men, two voices, four hands became her entire world.

“God yeah. Baby, don’t stop.” She spoke to the both of them, and it was the both of them she moaned for when the climax hit. The moment she came down, Bern took over.

“Get that camera,” he told Mike. “Bring it close.” To Sam, “Turn over, honey.”

They both obeyed, and when Sam flipped onto her back she could see Mike’s hands shaking around the camcorder. But he did as instructed, aiming the lens right at the action as Bern took her. It was quick, rough, even frantic, and he was there inside a minute.

“Here I come. Here I come, Sam.”

His hips froze, pressed hard to her backside as he released. She heard and felt him go slack, heard him gulping deep breaths. Warm hands caressed her thighs and hips for a few moments, then he slipped his softening cock from inside her. She could feel his come on her lips, and her thoughts and curiosities changed immediately. She knew what she wanted – the same as what Mike wanted, in theory. Tonight, nothing excited her more than these two men, together, in every way possible.

She collapsed against the pillows, her exhaustion all real, no act. Bern was sitting farther along the mattress, leaning back on his palms and catching his breath. Sam looked to Mike, finding his expression stony… though she thought there might be a glimmer of excitement or curiosity there. She propped a leg up and let her hand drift to her tender, swollen folds as she mentally edited out the rim of the condom. Mike’s eyes widened as two fingers stroked her lips, surely glistening with what his rival had put there. She laid out the bait and left it up to Mike to take it or not. She thought she knew their guest well enough now to feel comfortable inviting Mike’s pleasure to begin, even after Bern had come. And if he wasn’t, she trusted him to make a graceful exit, play the part of the selfish, sated man and dismiss himself if things took a turn he didn’t care to witness.

She could sense all these same questions and hypotheses flying around in Mike’s head as well. His eyes darted, but they kept flitting to where her fingers flaunted his enemy’s seed.

Take me back. Take back what’s yours.

Just as she began to think it wasn’t to be, a final nudge was given. By Bern.

“Your wife’s gonna feel me dripping from her cunt for hours,” he said, voice steady once more. He looked to Sam with a mean smile. “Bet you’ll like that, won’t you?”

“Anything to remind me how good you fuck.”

“That’s my girl.”

Ooh, you’re good.

Then suddenly Bern was on his feet, gathering his clothes. The relief hit her like a cool breeze, a gasp of fresh air she’d not realized she needed. He’d set them up, taken them further than she’d even expected, but he was letting the two of them finish the story.

“I’ll see myself out. Call me next time you need a decent fuck,” he told Sam, buckling his belt.

“Way more than decent. And drive safe.”

He came over and they shared a quick kiss on the mouth, Sam’s fingertips skimming down his arm as he pulled away. He left them for good without so much as a glance at Mike.

When she heard the front door click shut downstairs, she let her fingers continue their display. Mike crossed to the bed and sat beside her.

“It’s still warm,” she said through a sigh. “What he left inside me.”

“You’re my wife. I don’t want another man’s come where mine belongs.”

“Too bad for you, then. Unless you want to do something about it…?”

A glint of determination shone in his eyes. Sam held her breath as he moved, parting her legs and getting to his elbows and knees between them. Her arousal blazed back into brilliant life, and faking apathy became more challenging.

“Can you see what he’s done?” she taunted, slicking more evidence of Bern’s trespass along her folds. “I’ve been dying to taste him. Maybe you could do the job for me.”

Mike smelled her first, a deep, heady sampling of the scent of her and Bern’s sex. As he brought his mouth closer she felt the warmth of his exhalations on her clit. She raked her nails through his hair, wondering if it triggered any memory of Bern similarly touching him. She did it again, softer and more affectionate.

“Go ahead. Tell me how good he tastes.”

Mike’s tongue glanced her pussy and she had to fight to cover up the fresh waves of pleasure that spread through her, to keep up her role as bored wife. This was all too amazing and fucked and perfect to be her sex life.

Finally, he managed a firm lap. They’d acted out this moment dozens of times, but it had to be different. Doing this had to put another wrinkle in Mike’s definition of his sexuality. Same as that hot, loaded moment when he’d taken Bern in his mouth. But once the line had been crossed, she could sense the change in him. He’d jumped. It was done. Now he was free.

He caressed her with deep licks, the contact feeling so like Bern’s style, that languorous savoring. She held his head as he did the deed, her insides curling into a tight, hot ball of excitement. When he finally seemed to be satisfied that all traces of the other man were gone, he edged up her body and claimed her mouth.

She could taste Bern there as well as herself.

At her waist, Mike was fumbling with his pants.

“Take it out,” he murmured, and Sam stripped the condom.

Mike got himself free and sank inside her, the zipper of his jeans scraping the soft skin of her inner thigh. She didn’t think he’d ever felt this hard – and he’d come barely twenty minutes earlier. The humiliation was done for the night, the reassertion process begun.

She murmured his name.

“You came for real tonight?” he asked. “Both times?”

“I did.” And she might again, if he gave her the chance. But as it was, his pace was frantic. His body slapped hers, graceless and aggressive, needy. She had to wonder, was he reclaiming more than his primacy? His manhood, perhaps, in the wake of what he’d done? Whatever the reason, it was as hot as any camera-worthy performance Bern could offer.

Camera. She looked to the side, finding it back on the tripod, red light still blinking. As Mike’s eyes shut, as they always did when he was racing to the finish, she turned to stare that lens down and smiled. An evil little look to tell the viewer, I know exactly how good I’ve got it.

Though how and when it might come to an end, she couldn’t begin to guess.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

How did you feel about it?

That was the question Sam was dying to ask both men, in regard to Saturday night. Asking Mike first seemed only right, though finding the chance was tricky. He was woken up by a new and demanding case at five the next morning, one that kept him out late for the next three nights and had him too burned out for intense conversations about their sex games once he was home. It also left Sam on her own, with too many memories and not enough feedback to know where everyone stood. She could only vouch for her own feelings, but at least they were loud and clear and utterly unconflicted.

I want to see that again.

Mike and Bern, touching. She wanted to watch the video, badly, but it felt like the first viewing ought to be for her and Mike, together. So she settled for the film in her head – rewatching again and again, and imagining the two men taking things further than they had, replacing Mike’s uncertain receptivity with something hungrier, and replacing Bern’s brash contempt with a taste of awe. Reversing the roles, making Bern the shameless instigator, on his knees, Mike ever the overcome and uncertain one, surrendering to the act and ultimately loving it. The aggression of the actual night she kept, but doubled the lust. She hadn’t gotten so lost in fantasies since she’d been a teenager, though she also knew the high would deflate if she found out Mike regretted that act that had left her so hot.

A hundred times she toyed with e-mailing Bern, asking him what he felt about it. They hadn’t talked or texted since the big night, and she couldn’t say why. Because they’d gone too far for his comfort? Because he was waiting to hear from her first, and was worried about the same thing – that it had been too far for them? She had her own answer for him – hell no, that wasn’t too far – but not Mike’s. And so the silence lengthened, gathering like a dark cloud to dampen her burning mood.

It wasn’t until Wednesday evening that she got a chance to sit down with Mike for some unwinding time. After a long shower, he sank with a sigh onto the couch, head dropping back in relief and exhaustion.

“Well done, Detective Heyer.” She handed him a beer and turned the oven down to warm. Dinner would keep while she got some answers. She poured herself a glass of wine and joined him, curling her legs up and resting them on his thigh. “It’s so good to have you home at a decent hour.”

“Fucking amazing to be home. Jesus, that was a gnarly bust.”

“Need to talk about it?”

“Christ no. Let’s talk about anything but that. How’s your week been?”

“Work’s quieted down, which is good. Haven’t done much in the evenings, though. Mostly just been coming home and being a lump, but it’s been nice… I’ve had a lot on my mind. Since Saturday.”

Mike’s gaze cooled, expression difficult to read. “Oh?”

“I, um, haven’t been talking with him – texting, I mean. I didn’t want to keep things all ramped up until you and I talked. About how you feel about everything that happened.”

Mike smiled, and that simple gesture brought Sam’s breath back in a quenching rush.

“Was my coming twice not enough of an endorsement?” he teased. “Or do you mean because of… you know. What I did. To him.”

She nodded. “Just tell me you’re not traumatized.”

He shrugged. “It was out of my comfort zone, but that’s kind of par for the course with the entire arrangement, right?”

“True. Did it… did it turn you on at all, or the opposite?”

“Neither. It was just… I don’t know what the right word is. Like, scary, but without any trauma, I guess. I dunno. Same as when I’ve tasted what he… You know what I’m saying.”

“But it’s not your thing.”

Mike laughed softly. “Sami, this entire adventure we’ve been on is my thing. And that stuff’s all part of it. I don’t know how to describe it, since you don’t have this weird desire that I do. There’s stuff I like to feel that doesn’t automatically connect to my dick. The fear I feel when I imagine you cheating on me, and the discomfort from when he and I overlap, physically… Those things don’t feel good, except they do. They hurt, but then it’s like it ferments into something hot. Am I making any sense?”

“Yeah, you are.” And she realized with pleasure that she’d never heard him explain his kink so articulately before, or perhaps with such ownership or awareness.

“The bad feelings feed the good ones,” he said. “It’s like a punch in the stomach, but chased by more than an absence of pain. By more excitement than anything else gets me feeling.”

She licked her lip, nervous to share her own turn-ons. A silly hesitation, considering the taboos he’d owned up to. Then again, it had taken him a few years to open up about those, and he’d been scared when he first began to share, to say the least.

“What is it?” he asked.

“When you guys were both with me, at the end…” She laughed. “Holy crap, that was hot.”

He squeezed her upper arm, smiling. “Good. For me, too.”

“And also when you and him…” Why was it so hard to say some of these things, after everything they’d planned and orchestrated? She sipped her wine. “When you took him… in your mouth.”

“You liked it?”

A blush burned in her cheeks. “That was so fucking hot.” She laughed again. “I hadn’t expected it would be – not like that. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

“Well. Good, I guess.”

“I hope that doesn’t weird you out.”

“Tell me my turn-ons never weirded you out.” He smirked, knowing all too well that they had. They’d made her reconsider their engagement, after all.

He shifted to better face her, and took her hands. “If we see him again, and that happens again… I was up for it, last time, even if it freaked me out a little. But knowing you’re watching, and that it excites you, even a fraction as much as watching you and him together excites me? I could maybe even learn to like it, knowing that.”

She was still blushing, but she felt humbled now, not embarrassed. “Oh. Well, good.”

“And if you talk to him, you should tell him that, too.”

“Maybe.”

Mike paused, brow creased, attention on their hands.

“What?”

He looked up. “I don’t want to go much further with him, though. Me and him, doing things. Third base is my limit.”

She nodded. “Sure.”

“Just wanted to put that out there. Maybe tell him, if it comes up. We blurred a lot of lines this weekend, but I need that one to stay crystal clear.”

“I’ll tell him. I mean, if he even wants to talk to us, still. He’s been conspicuously quiet.”

“So have we. Maybe he doesn’t want to look too eager.”

“I hope so. I’d like to keep going. I was wondering how you were feeling about the next step – ditching the condoms and everything.” That next step in making Mike’s fantasies a reality was a biggie, and it demanded a lot of everyone. Demanded trust from Sam and Mike, but arguably asked even more of Bern. She wasn’t sure how or when to bring it up. Maybe an e-mail, once they were communicating again. Any chance you like us enough to get a blood test and be monogamous for a while? Hard to guess. They’d begun talking only a month before, and Mike was the one who fixated on the fluids, not Bern. And for all Sam knew, she wasn’t Bern’s sole lover at the moment. He was built and striking and charming. His answer could so easily be, Flattered, but you’re not my only arrangement. Sorry.

That thought had her resolving yet again to keep this in perspective. It felt kind of ridiculous, asking a man to commit to them for a few weeks or months, to be faithful to them because of what got Sam’s husband off.

But it just might get Bern off, too.

Unlike Sam, Mike didn’t seem too burdened by the question. He merely shrugged and said, “Up to him. I trust your female intuition – and your instincts. It’s a calculated risk, but if you think it’s one worth taking, I’m with you.”

“He’d have to basically be monogamous with us. It’s a lot to ask, but I will. Fingers crossed we’re worth staying faithful to, huh?”

Mike laughed. He picked up his bottle, eyeing it with surprise. “Jeez. Haven’t even tasted this.”

“Dinner?” Sam asked, standing. She felt twenty pounds lighter with this talk accomplished.

“Will it still be good in an hour?”

“Sure. You not hungry yet?”

“Would you like to maybe watch the video?”

Sam felt her brows rise. “Right now?”

“I’ve been thinking about it all week. Yeah, right now.”

She eyed her dwindling glass. “If I refresh this, then yeah, I think I can handle watching my naked debut. In here?” She nodded to the TV.

“I was thinking upstairs. Watch on the laptop.”

“All right, then. Get it set up and I’ll meet you in ten minutes.”

He smiled. “It’s a date.”

Bern eyed the clock. Ten after ten. Past his bedtime on a work night, yet here he was, lying awake, staring at the ceiling. Again.

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. Four days now, and not a peep from Samira.

That can’t be good. Did it mean Saturday night hadn’t been what they’d hoped for? He’d felt so goddamn cocky when he’d left, positive that had been a command performance. Had one or both of them felt creeped out about it, after? Or, God forbid, during? The only off tension he’d sensed had been when Mike had gone down on him, but that had been so quick, and the guy had gotten hard again, after. Was it from being so close, when they’d fucked Sam together? He kept defaulting to it being some homophobia issue. The most obvious explanation.

Unless they had a fight or something. Unless Mike was worried Sam might actually be feeling more than she was supposed to, maybe —

Brrrzzz. He reached for his phone so quick he knocked it to the floor. It slid to a halt with its screen lit up, and there it was, a new message alert.

He scrambled from the covers. Be her. Be her.

It was.

Be good. Be good.

Hi! she’d written. An encouraging start.

Bern sat at the edge of the bed and a new message appeared.

Long time no text. Okay if we chat a little? she asked. If not, no worries.

He typed back, Of course. Want me to call?

Brrrzzz.

Sure.

He pulled up her number and hit TALK, heart beating quick.

She answered immediately. “Hey, you.”

“Hey. What’s up?”

“I kind of wanted to call and take the temperature of everything, I guess. Since we haven’t talked since Saturday.”

“I’d been wanting to do the same, but I figured I better let you guys make the first move. Just since it was so intense last time.”

“Yeah, sorry about that – about the wait, I mean. Mike woke up to a break in one of his cases, and he’s barely been home except to sleep. I didn’t even know myself exactly how he felt about Saturday until tonight.”

“And?”

“And it was awesome.”

He grinned, flopping back across the bed. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. We both think so. Did you have a good time?”

“It was fucking crazy. And yeah. I had a great time. We took things pretty far, I thought. Were you two cool with all of it?”

“You mean when he put his mouth on you?” she mumbled, sounding a touch shy.

“Pretty much. I knew that stuff was sort of at my discretion. I wasn’t sure if I called it right or not, taking us all there.”

“You did fine. Mike’s okay with it – a little uncomfortable, but that kinda goes with the whole scene, you know?”

“And you were fine with it, too?”

A pause. “I was more than fine with it.”

“Oh?”

“I’d always been fine with it, in theory, but when it actually happened… Holy shit, that was hot.”

Bern laughed. “Well, good. That makes it hotter for me, I guess.” Knowing she was watching, and that it excited her? Fuck yeah, that made it hotter for him. He might prefer her own mouth on his dick, but he’d take her watching eyes just as readily.

“So all that stuff,” she said, “feel free to take it that far again. But not much further – not unless Mike changes his mind. I think we butted right up against the edge of what he’s comfortable with.”

“I’m kinda with him there. But cool – good to have some boundaries spelled out.”

“And good to hear you sounding like you might like to do it again…?”

“Absolutely. Just name a night.”

“I’ll have to look at my schedule tomorrow, but I’ll text you. Maybe this weekend, if you’re free?”

“Friday or Saturday night can work. Monday I go out of town for a few days, so Sunday’s not ideal.”

“That should work. And actually, I wanted to float one other thing past you.”

“Shoot.”

“It’s a lot to ask – let me say that up front. But would you consider ever making a commitment to us? Not super long-term,” she added quickly. “Just for a month or two, enough to make it worthwhile for the three of us to feel comfortable forgoing the condoms?”

He blinked, surprised. “Oh. Jeez.”

“I know, it’s a lot to ask of you. You should absolutely say no if it’s too much, and we don’t need to know right away or anything. But Mike’s so into the whole fluids thing…”

“Sure.” Bern knew that shit was key to the whole cuckolding scene – he’d even read some articles about sperm competition syndrome, intrigued to have found a biological explanation for Mike’s kink. “You must be on birth control already,” he said.

“I am, and I’m religious about it.”

“I figured.”

“And also, if you did decide you were okay with all this – and no pressure – we’d pay for your blood tests, obviously.”

“Now, that’s just silly. But whatever the case, it’s intriguing, I’ll give you that. And I’m not sleeping with anybody else right now, so it’s not a crazy request. Just feels weirdly… serious, you know?”

“It feels a little like I’m asking you to go steady with us.”

He had to laugh. “Kinda, yeah. Anyhow, I’ll think on it. And I’ll see you this weekend, it sounds like.”

“I sure hope so. I’ll text you which night, after I check the calendar.”

“Cool. And, um, should I go back to texting you like we were while I was away?”

“That would be very nice.”

He grinned from ear to ear, glad she couldn’t see. “Will do, then, Mrs. Heyer.”

A theatrical gasp. “I never told you my last name.”

“It’s on your mailbox.”

“Oh, right. Not all that scandalous anyway, huh?”

“Not since the topic of blood tests came up, no.”

“Anyway, nice to hear your voice again, Bern. We’ll see you soon.”

“Sam, wait.”

“Yeah?”

He licked his lips, feeling hot just asking the question. “Did you guys watch it?”

“Yeah, we did. About an hour before I texted you, in fact.”

“And?”

A giggle answered him first, then a little sigh. “And it’s pretty fucking hot.”

“You guys fuck, after?” His hand drifted down to settle over his rousing cock.

“We didn’t even make it to the end.”

“So it’s almost like I was there with you, in a way.” He warmed all over.

“It was. And we were talking afterward, and Mike was thinking that some weekend when he’s stuck working, he’d like us to make another one – you and me. Like he’d set up a hidden camera, to catch us.”

Just him and Sam, and a camera. “Keep talking and you’ll give me a heart attack.”

She laughed again, lighting him up and bringing his cock to full attention. “Anyhow, ideas for the future.”

“You’ve given me plenty of ideas for right after we end this call.”

“Have I, then?”

“You want pictures?”

A warm little laugh. “I want video. But I’ll take whatever you feel like sending.”

All at once short of breath, Bern said, “Night, Samira.”

“Good night. See you soon.”

“Sooner than you think.”

Another quiet huff of a laugh. “Bye.”

“Bye.”

He ended the call, and headed straight for his laptop. Lights, camera, action.