Is Three A Crowd? (25 page)

“God, you’re beautiful.”

“And your cock got hard with each spank of your hand to my ass.”

“It’s just a light pink,” he offered with a smile as she turned to look at him.

“I’m sure you can do better,” she bested him.

Maris watched him hesitate and reach a hand to help her up. “What?”

“Nathan will be home tonight, I don’t want him to see your ass fire red from my hand. He’ll know we were together.” He paused. “And I don’t how much you want him to know about our afternoon. I also don’t need him angry. I assume he’ll be cranky and blame it on the meeting.”

Maris sat back on the sofa and jumped involuntarily as her ass hit the cushion. While it didn’t hurt, she felt a heated tingle throughout her body. “You really do respect him. In your own strange ways, the two of you have come to accept and respect each other.”

“It’s been a long five years, my sweet. Small steps until we all relax into our new life.”

“All right, I appreciate your concern for his feelings.”

“Don’t go all gushy on me unless it’s your pussy.”

“Too late, Blake, you made me wet pulling my panties down, made me liquid with your palm to my butt.”

“Talk like that will get you fucked again.”

“Tonight,” she whispered and reached to pull her shirt down and into place.

* * * *

Her drive back to the Chateau was short, and Maris knew she couldn’t stop smiling, even if her rear did ache a bit. She dropped the picnic basket at the back door of the Chateau, thanked Aminta for watching Shin, and drove back to the stone house. Shin settled before the fireplace. She drew a hot bath and sunk down under the water, reliving each kiss, lick, and stroke from this afternoon. When she finally roused from the hot water, her whole body was pink, her cheeks a shade darker. She dressed in comfortable flannel pants and a larger overshirt, skipping her underwear completely. Later, it would be less to take off. Drying her hair, she felt no anxiety after her afternoon with Blake, instead she was reminded of how they would be together. She pressed her thighs together when the ache in her lower lips came back as she pictured herself braced on the sofa, her ass in the air.

“Oh, my, I am a long way from the Maris I knew just a short time ago.” She smiled at the reflection in the mirror. “You, girlfriend, are very lucky in many ways. Don’t ever forget that or take these men for granted.” It was a short mantra she repeated throughout the rest of the day and all through supper.

They discussed Nathan’s meeting, but he didn’t ask for details of her afternoon or Blake’s. In fact, she realized, he went out of his way to avoid those questions. Later that night, the three of them languidly made love before the fireplace in the solar. If Nathan noticed her butt cheeks were pink, he didn’t verbally comment. As they lay intertwined and sated, Blake cleared his throat.

“My special order of paints came in today. I have to head to town tomorrow.” He winked at Maris when he knew Nathan couldn’t see. “Either of you want to come or want me to bring something home for you?”
 

Neither she nor Nathan could immediately think of anything they needed and Blake relaxed back, saying, “I should be home in time for supper, but if I get stuck I’ll call.”

* * * *

The three of them shared breakfast at the Chateau the next day. She had come back to the stone house to shower and dressed with a definite purpose. Blake diplomatically headed into town, and Nathan went to his home office. Letting Shin out of the truck to run, she wandered the Chateau, appreciating the moldings and carved balusters while winding her way toward Nathan.

Maris found she wasn’t nervous just anxious with anticipation as she tapped lightly, turning doorknob. He was behind the large mahogany desk that sat before the garden window, as she expected.

“Can I interrupt?” she said, pushing the door open enough for her to enter and closing it behind her.

“Of course you can.” Nathan pushed a few buttons on his keyboard and pushed back from the desk, the swivel feet of the chair aiding his movements. “You look lovely this afternoon.”

“Thank you.” His words confirmed her choice of outfit. Since she’d been at the Chateau, she found herself falling into worn, comfortable jeans most of the time. Today, she wore an ankle-length skirt with slim, heeled boots. She pulled on a bulky white sweater that buttoned down the front. Would he be surprised when he found she wore nothing under them? Holding back a wicked grin, Maris wondered where she got the courage to do this.

“I’d like to talk, if you’re in the mood.”

“What would you like to discuss?” He seemed anxious to her, tugging on his shirt cuff. Maris locked the door before sauntering to his desk. She let her hip ride on the edge and leaned closer to him.

“Actually, I’d like to forget the discussions and just kiss you for a while. Is that a problem?” She stood and slowly walked around the desk, dropping her weight onto Nathan’s lap, her arm resting behind his neck. “Is this all right?” she asked, leaning to nuzzle her chin against his as her other hand ran patterns across his chest.

“Maris, are you sure you’re ready?” His voice cracked and he cleared his throat.

“I’m ready, Nathan. Are you?” She realized he was a bit nervous, too. Her tall, strong hulk of a woodsman was anxious about making love with her. The thought passed through her mind that she ought to be, too, but she didn’t let it fester, she knew to take charge this time. She let her hand drop and cupped his hard cock. “It seems you’re interested.”

“You have no idea,” he whispered, using his hand to turn her mouth to his. His kiss was determined and just short of angry to start, melting into a lust-filled haze of unrequited feelings. Maris continued to rub his cock as their kisses pushed away their time apart.

Nathan’s hand rose and cupped her breast as they kissed. He pinched at her nipple and flexed his hand over the whole thing. “You’re not wearing a bra.”

“No, I’m not, easier access for you to suck my nipples.” The tingle felt in her breast found its home directly anchored in her womb. She didn’t help as his large fingers fought with each button on her sweater, each one finally opened to reveal more of her bare chest.

He groaned as his hand roamed her warm skin, her nipples hard and needy, waiting for his attention. He shifted her on his lap to bring her breast to his lips, sucking greedily. Maris cupped his head with her hand, holding him to her. “Oh, that’s wonderful,” she told him. He switched to her other breast and repeated the same motions, licking, sucking, and palming it until her nipple was puffy. “I love the feel of your beard against my skin.”

She reluctantly drew his head from her breast and back to meet her lips, his full and moist. They fought a wordless battle of wills with their tongues and hands, fighting for superiority. He dropped his head to her neck and nipped a patch of her skin between his teeth, sucking harder as he’d suckled her tit. Suddenly he let go and drew a deep breath.

“I don’t want to leave marks on you, just yet.” He grinned at her before going back to her nipple.

“Nat, I need…”

“I think I know what you might like,” he raised his head and looked at her. “And right about now, I think you want my cock in your pussy. I can feel how you’re tensing your thighs.” He licked her nipple and let his hand drop to her lap, his fingers pulling the material of her skirt up in small increments. Maris tugged the rest of it out of his way, leaving her pussy naked to his touch.

“I was right. You’re all hot and bothered, aren’t you?” His fingers slid up and down her puffy lips, and her hips arched to accept them inside her. “In my own time, Maris,” he admonished, and she relaxed back onto his lap.

Their kissing and touching was driving her insane as he held back the penetration she so wanted. Her hand closed tighter over his cock, pumping it in the same rhythm as he sucked her nipple. Finally, he let the tip of his finger nudge between her lower lips only to take it away before fully filling her. She flexed her fingers over his cock when he did and began stroking him when he finally pressed it inside her.

“That’s it,” she told him. “More.”

His exhaled breath was almost a growl as he lifted her and put her back down on his desk. Nathan stood over her, studying her. His fingers brushed a lock of hair from her face, then slid down her ribcage, pulling her sweater fully open. Brushing her crotch, he took her skirt and pulled it up, baring her pussy to him.

“Stay there,” he said, his tone just short of harsh.

“Why? What will you do to me? Finally fuck me?”

“Eventually,” he said and took a step back to his chair, scooting himself forward until he was between her thighs, his head at crotch height.

Maris watched his head lower and relaxed back onto the desk, waiting for his touch. Just the tip of his tongue sought out her clit, teasing it while reaching to pump her breast. Her fingers closed over his, pushing harder, giving him permission to use more force.

“Lick me, Nathan, make me come.”

“In time, Maris, my time.” He continued to lave at her, taking her thighs in his palms and tugging her closer, holding her higher. His lips went to her pussy and licked her up and down, each pass going further until he licked her pussy and anus.

She groaned at his motions and was disappointed when he stopped. He stood, looking down at her, and pushed his finger in her. Maris’s pussy muscles grasped at him, and he pushed a second beside it. She leaned forward, bracing her weight on the desk with her elbows, offering her breasts. He needed no verbal direction, dropping to suck her breast while fingering her pussy.

“I’m so wet, almost fluid. God, Nathan, how could I forget this, I’ll never forget this.”

“Good.” He switched to her other breast, and she sighed as he continued to penetrate her with his fingers. She felt his thumb circling her anus and pushed forward, accepting it, needing it to push her over the edge and into the abyss. When her climax struck, she saw the now familiar pinpoint lights she’d come to relish. Nathan worked her through her orgasm and slowed, finally releasing her nipple and moving his hand.

“Don’t,” she said, reaching to hold his hand in place.

“Don’t you want my cock?” he teased, and she leaned forward to watch him. His hair was mussed, his shirt half-open, and his cock was hard against his pants. He tugged his shirt off over his head instead of unbuttoning it, and she noted how careful he was lowering the zipper on his pants. His cock sprung free, hard and thick, a droplet of pre-cum escaping from his tip. She didn’t acknowledge he wore no underwear either. Great minds think alike, she decided.

“Let me suck you,” she told him and pushed her body backward until her head lay just at the far edge of his desk. With his pants still on his hips, he walked around the desk, stroking his cock before coming to stand at her head. “I’ve missed you, Nathan, even though I didn’t know you, I missed the promise of you.” Maris grasped his erection and pumped it a few times, directing it to her waiting mouth. For a long time she sucked him, learned him, and teased him until he released more droplets for her to lap up. Nathan leaned forward and grasped her breast, his pumps in time with her mouth. He pulled from her lips and moved back to the other side of the wood. He opened a side drawer and pulled out a condom, holding it for her to see.

“I had high hopes,” he teased, tearing open the package and covering his cock. “Maris, I’ve missed you,” he said as he guided his cock directly into her waiting pussy.

“I’m so full,” she managed, shifting her hips to seat him just where her body needed his touch. Maris grabbed at the wood to hold herself in place for Nat. His hands grabbed her hips and drew her body to his, holding her tight to him while he thrust his hips, pushing his cock deeper. “That’s it, that’s where you need to fuck me, make me come, Nat.”

“A lady’s wish,” he said with a grin. “Rub your clit for me, I’ll feel your movements.”

“Yes,” was all she could utter as she moved one hand to rub her clit in small circles, each revolution brushing her fingertips against his body. Her other hand reached behind her, holding onto the edge of the desk to better absorb his thrusts.

“Where do you want me to come, Maris? In your pussy, or on your tits?”

“Or in my ass.” She leaned forward and stared at him. “Fuck my ass, Nat. Take out all the aggression you’ve pent up all these years. Make me come fucking my ass.”

There was no further discussion. He pulled his cock from her pussy and tugged her further toward the edge of the desk. In one deft push was inside her again. “Oh, God, I won’t last, Maris, you’re too tight.”

“You’ll last until I come,” she told him, her tone demonstrative, leaving no room for him to misinterpret her words. “We’ll come together.”