Brotherhood of Fire (11 page)

They set a relentless rhythm, John thrusting forward, burying himself to the hilt with each lunge, her body rocking forward, the momentum carrying Garrett's cock just that much deeper down her throat. John thrust inside her, sliding over her G-spot and driving her higher and higher. Garrett brushed his fingers over her nipples, teasing them, twisting them gently. It didn't take her long to be riding the peak of another orgasm, and she wondered how the two of them were holding back.
Garrett was close; she could read his body almost as well as her own. His shaft was iron hard and hot as he slipped over her lips. She cupped his sac and rolled his balls gently, feeling them tighten with each thrust.
John groaned with each plunge into her, and his pounding became insistent. "Come for me, Carrie; I want to feel it."
Her name rolling off his lips sent a thrill through her and ignited the feelings of tenderness and affection for him she'd been forcing down. It still seemed like a dream right then to have him filling her with his cock while her husband looked on, let alone to feel something deeper. Or even be thinking at all. She slipped back into the haze of feeling caused by two men loving her beyond words. When she let go and relaxed, the orgasm overtook her, thundering through her. John and Garrett both stilled. Garrett slipped from her mouth, but John held steady in her. Both men were breathing like horses after a long race. Neither moved, they just watched her. When the shudders subsided and she relaxed, she studied them back.
"Why didn't you . . . ?"
John grinned; Garrett snorted in laughter. "We're not done yet, sweetheart, we're only getting started."
John leaned in, still buried in her, breathing hard. He gazed at her, his eyes warm and open, and the look on his face sent a little thrill through her. Not a sexual thrill, the look revealed the truth that this man was more than having sex with her, he was loving her, right here with Garrett. He leaned in to kiss her and whispered close to her ear.
"I know, incredible, isn't it?" he asked as he slid back from her, a satisfied smile on his face.
Garrett's voice broke in. "Slide over here; time to take this all the way."
The meaning of his words sent a new wave of both heat and nerves through her.
Garrett caught her look. "You worried? Sore? Want to wait?"
"No, I don't want to wait; I know you won't hurt me." She gave him a look of total love and adoration. This man, her husband, her everything. The power of the two of them standing over her together overtook her, so intense, her entire body tightened. Her husband, her rock, her soft place to fall where she felt safe from any storm. And John, intense but sweet, one minute dominant the next gentle and soft.
"You'll love it, I promise. We'll go slow and easy. Come here, sweetheart." Garrett held out his hand for her to come to him.
He grinned and lay on the bed next to her on his back, his hard erection flush against his belly, thick and still glistening from her mouth. He pulled her into his arms, rolling her onto his chest to straddle him. "Take your time, slow and easy."
The way he set her body on fire was too good to go slow and easy. He smiled up at her, wrapped his hands on her hips to lift her as she mounted him. He filled her, stretched her, felt so hot and hard inside her. Not a sound came from her lips, but she flushed hot and bit her bottom lip hard as the dark heat curled from her belly and rolled through her entire body. He smiled up at her, his eyes bright with need, lids half closed as he stared.
Garrett nodded over her shoulder, and she heard a tense breath escape John, then the snap of a plastic cap. Liquid slid over the tight opening of her ass. The sensation was wet and cool then warm and electric as John slid one finger into her.
Focused on her husband's eyes, she took a deep, halting breath, felt his hands grip her hips tighter as she forced her muscles to relax. John pushed a little, opening her, sending a shudder through her as he teased her.
"Relax, just like we always do, breathe with me. He'll go easy, but he's been wanting in that ass since the minute he touched you, I can tell." Garrett crooned, cupping her cheek with one hand, stroking her hair with the other.
"God, yes, I've wanted this sweet little ass." John groaned as he leaned forward, hands tight and hard on her hips. He trembled against her, holding himself tense and still while she knew his body strained to be let loose. His voice over her shoulder, hoarse with need, words hard and demanding, sent her mind reeling.
"I'm going to fuck you now, we both are."
She felt the head of his cock bump the tight ring of muscle, and he pushed forward, sliding in slowly, before he stopped to let her adjust. The sensation flooded her with heat; she trembled and watched Garrett as he groaned beneath her.
"I can feel him, baby," he said. "I can feel him in you."
"Oh, god . . . ."
"You okay?" John breathed into her back. "If I'm hurting you, I'll stop."
"No, no it feels good, just having both of you, it's—" She panted, couldn't even finish her thought.
"Now you know why I've been so focused back there lately; I didn't want us to hurt you when we finally all came together."
"Garrett, damn you, if this didn't feel so good, I swear I'd smack you for being so smug!"
In answer, he slid his own cock in a little farther.
"Oh, god! Fuck yes!" she yelled.
They both laughed at her sudden outburst, and John pressed deeper, slowly, gently. "I've got you, I've got you," he whispered as she melted down into Garrett's chest, breathing hard.
"Is it okay?" He whispered in her ear.
"Yeah, good, so good. It's just so much." Her voice was raspy, breathless.
John moved behind her, sliding deep, all the way in. All three of them tightened, and it felt like a flash of heat burst through them simultaneously.
"Oh, god, feel that?" Garrett moaned. "Fuck, hold still, or I'm going to lose it. You're so tight, I can feel him. It's so damn good like this."
She tried not to wiggle, her whole body tensed, but the feel of both of them in her made her want to move, to ride them hard and fast.
John's hands moved over her waist, her hips, stroking her. "Easy, give us a second, and we'll make it good for you."
John let out a long, slow breath behind her, and then he started to move, slowly. Garrett followed the cue, taking the lead in the rhythm, stroking in and out of her in easy glides. He thrust in, John slid out. They set a maddeningly slow pace, alternating thrusts filling her and retreating. Every lunge of John against her back thrust her into Garrett, and he lifted his face to her breasts, which bobbed inches from his mouth. Suckling her, he groaned, gripping her hips hard as he watched her face, mouth full of one her tight nipples.
Forcing her eyes to stay open, she let them take her, her body possessed by them both, surrounded by their hard, male flesh, filled with them.
Garrett lifted his face away from her breasts and took her lips hungrily as she felt them move faster.
"Fuck her, John. God, I'm close. I want to feel him come inside you. I can feel him moving in you."
John bucked harder against her, thrusting in a pounding tempo, sweat beading on his forehead. Then he plunged deep, held it, handing over the reins. "Take her Garrett, fuck her hard," he growled. Latching onto her hips, he held her tight, and they rode out the pounding together, John grunting hoarsely into her back with every lunge Garrett made.
Garrett's hips were slamming her now, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in her ears as he grunted through each thrust, every pumping lunge sending John deeper into her ass. She could barely hang on to conscious thought. Waves of heat crashing through her.
With a huge lunge, Garrett buried himself deep in her and held it, squeezing her waist in his hand. She felt him thicken and pulse.
"Move, John, fill that little ass. I'm about to explode."
John reached one hand down between them and slid his two fingers on either side of her clit, riding it between them. He pulled back and thrust deep, once, twice, again, and then she shattered. Blackness and blinding light engulfed her all at once. Her skin grew hot, her body felt jagged and tight. She came, shuddering and quaking and clenching them both hard within her body.
"Oh, fuck yeah, that's it, make me come!" Garrett yelled, pressing into her.
John grunted loud into her neck. He bit her shoulder as he thrust once more. She felt him pulse, his dick jerking in hot and insistent spasms. She burned with every little spurt of his seed going deep into her body.
"I can feel him coming in you." Garrett groaned as he exploded too.
She was swallowed by the feel of the two men crushing her between them as if she could be part of both of them at the same time.
John's voice rumbled softly against her ear, and it was the last thing she remembered as she slipped away, the odd understanding that she was falling into unconsciousness, something she'd never done in her life. What she thought she heard him whisper was, "love you, so much."

She felt two large bodies pressed against her. She lay between them now, not on her back but next to Garrett, curled into him with John facing her. Her husband's deep, even breathing told her he was out cold. He had an uncanny way of falling asleep like no one she'd ever met; in less than thirty seconds, he could be out. He'd even passed out in the middle of a sentence once. She smiled.

"Ah, there's my girl." John kissed her forehead. Her face rested on his chest, his arm possessively around her shoulders, while Garrett had one thrown over her hips.
"Wow." She barely managed the whisper.
"Yeah. I know," he whispered back. "I feel like a teenager, like I'm sneaking off to do something I'll get in trouble for." He laughed. "Feels good. Damn good."
She felt Garrett stir behind her, pull tighter into her. "You okay? Need anything? We already cleaned you up so you'd be more comfortable," he murmured into her back.
She shook her head, the strength to speak having escaped her for the moment. She sank into the bliss of being nestled between the two of them.

Sunday morning dawned misty and cool, the kind of northern Michigan, late summer morning that reminded a man why taking a break to get somewhere away from daily life was a good thing. The mist wisping through the trees wasn't the only soul-easing image that had Garrett sitting in a totally relaxed state on the tiny porch of the cabin sipping his coffee.

The lingering effects of the last two days were still stirring in his mind. Visions of his wife in the throes of ecstasy like he'd never seen her, his own body on fire and rising to the same heights he'd seen reflected on John's face. Each moment they had spent together served to drain every last bit of stress from him, leaving him feeling all was right with the world.

These were the exact reasons he'd known to push this. Shifting in the porch swing, he pulled the comforter tighter and heard sounds of stirring inside the cabin. It hadn't crossed his mind when he'd crawled quietly out of the bed the three of them had shared that he'd be leaving them together, alone. A slight lurch ran through his gut, and he wondered if anything would happen while he wasn't there, but he tossed the idea off with a shrug. He seriously doubted the two of them could cross that line without him. John had settled into a comfort level when the three of them were together, but there was still a nervousness he carried that made it clear he was uncertain of his place. That thought was reassurance that John would keep from taking that step, that whatever his expectations were, he would look first to him for acceptance or permission. That state of mind Garrett didn't intend to remedy any time soon.

The idea of what John would expect from this once the weekend had ended flew from his thoughts with the sight of his wife, hair mussed, sleepy eyed, and wrapped in a blanket as she pushed through the cabin screen door. He felt the smile he had for her in every part of his body as he moved over to make room for her on the swing and wrapped his arm around her.

"Morning." He kissed the top of her head, breathing in her scent, his constant habit whenever she was in touching range.
"Hi," she mumbled into his chest, planting a kiss on his T-shirt and snuggling deeper beneath his arm.
"It's pretty out here," she said after a moment.
"Peaceful."
"This has been a good weekend."
Another huge smile lit him from the inside out. He had no idea what other men who had ventured where they had with their wives felt, but his view of her was that she couldn't possibly be more beautiful. She'd opened herself to his needs, gave them her all, and enjoying it without hesitation or any type of regret, yet she still had an air of innocence and love about her that he never tired of.
On her third sigh, he put his finger under her chin and tilted her face up to look at her. "What?"
Smiling, she gave a tiny shake of her head. "Nothing, sweetheart, it's just been a great weekend, and I'm kind of wishing it wasn't over with. I haven't been this relaxed in . . . well, can't remember."
"Me either. I know, have to go back to the real world and it sucks."
Her head dropped back to his chest, and he hugged her closer, wondering how much of it was them going home after such a great weekend, or how much of it was them all going home and back to their own lives. Apart. He didn't say anything more. The idea that his wife might be affected by John's absence felt bittersweet, but regardless of any feelings growing between her and John it was what it was. They were friends, John was his mentor, and they might have ventured into this discreet relationship, but that didn't mean it would push any farther into their everyday lives. Sure, he had no problem reliving the events of this past weekend every now and then, when the moment struck them. Easy, no pressure. Casual.
Confident that when they got back home and the magic of the relaxing weekend ended, Carrie would roll back to her normal self, Garrett sipped his coffee. Everything had come about just as he'd hoped it would.

Carrie dug deeper into Garrett's warmth. The conflict of emotions that had come riding along with John becoming part of their lives occupied her mind. The swirl of constant thoughts and new feelings replaced the usual single-minded focus she operated on, another surprise aspect of taking on your husband's best friend as your lover. Just like waking up to him two mornings in a row had her wanting to do it every single morning.