Lynne's Love Triangle (14 page)

“Lynne, it’s up to you. We’re doing this all for you. What do you want?”

“I want to see the whole nine yards. Oil him up, baby!” Lynne’s sensual laugh carried across the room.

Troy reached for the massage oil on the stand and opened the bottle, pouring a little on his palms. He rubbed it across his hands and smoothed the clear, shiny liquid over his cock.

Kurt’s body was paralyzed in place, staring at the cock he was about to feel inside of him. Could he handle it, or would he be screaming like a girl midway in? God didn’t give him a fucking pussy. Troy’s deep voice spurred him to action. “Roll over, and give me a peek of that sexy ass of yours.”

Kurt did as he was asked, rolling over on all fours on the bed, rearing his butt high in the air.

“If you use a pillow to help support your stomach, it can make it more comfortable for you.” Troy helped tuck a fluffy pillow under Kurt, and Kurt folded his arms resting his chest on them and the support of the firm mattress.

Kurt’s body tensed waiting for the other man’s touch. He expected rough, overpowering domination, but the gentle hand on his ass surprised him.

“Relax, the whole trick to this is relaxing your muscles and enjoying the moment.” Kurt felt two oily fingers massage his asshole, loosening his tight entrance, pressing against the unyielding muscles. “Let me in.”

Kurt forced himself to relax and yield to the other man. He closed his eyes and mind to everything but his sense of touch. Concentrating on doing as he was told.

The sound of plastic ripping filled the room. "Here, honey," Lynne said. "Don't forget protection."

"Thanks. baby, always the thoughtful one, aren't you?" Troy rustled for a moment and something larger than a finger probed Kurt's ass. Pressed until it forced its way inside of him. It kept getting bigger, wider than he thought he could take.

Instinctively, his body tried to resist the intrusion. Hardening and flexing, and Kurt felt pain sear through his ass and travel clear down the center of his dick when that happened. He inhaled his breath sharply, hissing out in pain.

“Relax!” Troy spanked him on the ass, stilling his movements until Kurt’s contractions around his dick ceased, but it took all his concentration to not tense up again. Troy moved again, sliding deeper than Kurt ever thought possible, and just when he thought he was going to burst the man backed away, sliding his iron horse out. Not all the way. Just enough to build up a friction inside and outside Kurt.

“Damn, you’re tight.” Troy slid in and out, building in intensity and speed. “This is better than a virgin.”

“My ass is a virgin, you asshole. I don’t let just any guy fuck me.” Kurt tried to sound offended, playing dumb, but something deeper inside of him wanted Troy to understand this meant something to him.

“You guys have no idea how incredibly hot this is. Way better than the mud wrestling I had planned.” Lynne sat down on the bed, munching her popcorn.

“You planned to have us duke it out?” Kurt groaned. A drop of pre-cum moistened the tip of his cock and landed on the bed. Somehow the idea of mud wrestling with a naked Troy made him even hornier. His hand covered his cock, circling over the thick shaft, his thumb clearing off what was left of the sticky liquid. He pumped himself for release, masturbating to the rhythm Troy set in his ass.

“No, but the kissing was brilliant, don’t you think?” Lynne giggled.

“Absolutely brilliant. You know when we’re done I will be fucking you until you can’t stand up again?” Kurt watched her hand slide out from between her legs. The scent of her arousal wafted through the room and lit a fire deep inside of him. A carnal hunger reared from deep inside him that couldn’t be filled up by any man. Not even Troy.

Kurt pulled her legs out from under her and towards him.

“What are you doing?” She squealed in mock protest, but she didn’t resist him.

“What I should have done from the start, making sure you join in the fun.” Kurt centered his sexual frustration and all his pent up energy on Lynne, burying his face between her thighs. He licked at her crotch, already moist with her desire. She felt his sloppy kisses through her wet panties, nibbling and sucking the cream laden delights she had to offer. He ripped her panties as he felt Troy shove his dick deep up his ass. He felt the man’s arousal increase as he watched him bury his face in her thighs worshipping her pussy. Lynne had to know that he loved her by now. He would do anything to keep her.

She was his everything.

He wanted to spend the rest of his life with Lynne. It didn’t matter if he had to share her with Troy. He needed her.

She arched her back, burying her hands in his hair. Her juices flowed, soaking his taste buds and drugging his senses with her irresistible flavors.

His balls tightened, and he felt the release come from his toes to the center of his chest. He came in spurts, and he spread the creamy liquid over his shaft and across her inner thigh with his hands. He needed her to know how she made him feel. What she did to him.

Troy pumped hard in his ass, his tight balls thumping against his rear. His entire body tensed before he felt the man come inside of him. It was beautiful. Cum spurting out his tight ass, dripping down between the crack and falling on his dick, mixing with his own cum. He nearly came again just thinking about it.

Chapter Ten

It had been the first time Lynne had seen Sandy since she moved out. She missed her company and there were times a girl needed to get some girl time. The kind of bond that could be shared between two women. Lynne valued her friendships and didn’t want to lose them just because she had new boyfriends demanding attention in her bed and her life.

“Is that a new ring?” Lynne reached across the table to touch her friend’s ring finger. “Oh my gosh, is that for real?”

“Oh yes, Joseph really knows how to spoil a girl, doesn’t he?”

“Hell yeah, look at the size of that diamond! So tell me, does he have a brother?” Lynne winked, releasing her friend’s hand.

“Yeah, Oliver’s in Ireland now, but I’ll introduce him to you when he comes stateside again for a visit. He’s a real cutie with one hell of a sexy accent.” Sandy fanned herself with her right hand emphasizing her point.

“That’s okay.” Lynne laughed. Adding another man to the mix would be trouble. “I think I have enough men in my bed as it is. One more would be more than I could handle.”

“Oh really? I thought you were enjoying yourself.”

“Oh, believe me I am. I have never been this happy, or this satisfied, but like there’s more to it than I told you. I did something completely stupid, and I can’t undo it now.”

“What do you mean?”

Lynne licked her lips, hesitating telling every detail to her friend, but it was on the Internet and every other person in the world knew. Surely her best friend should know. At least she could get some helpful advice from Sandy, instead of those awful judgmental looks that strangers were throwing her way. “The first night I got together with the guys, we taped it. I thought we would share it together, for kicks you know. So we all kept a copy, but it got on the Internet.”

“Oh no, Lynne! How horrible for you. You must be so embarrassed. I am so sorry.”

“Yeah me, too.” Lynne looked down into her fine porcelain teacup, idly stirring it with the ornate silver spoon. She didn’t want to see the pity in her friend’s eyes she knew she would find if she looked up.

“Well, it will blow over. Just try to forget it and move on with your life.”

“No, you don’t understand, Sandy.” Lynne shook her head. “Strangers are coming up to me on the street because they recognize me.”

“Maybe it’s a quirk. There are a lot of sex tapes online. Why would they care if you were on it? No offense, but it’s not like you’re a celebrity or anything.”

“No, not me, but Elvis was there.” Lynne grumbled.

“Elvis? Oh shit, this one will be around for years.”

“Sandy! You’re supposed to be helping me to feel better!”

“Well, there are a lot of unbelievers out there. People who still think he is alive. You probably have half his fans watching you over and over to get a glimpse of him just to see if it’s the real Elvis. I heard six hundred fans showed up on the anniversary of his death at Graceland last year.”

“Not helping!”

“Okay, um it can get better. We can change you enough that no one will recognize you. Your hair can be cut short, and you can dye it a different color. Next week some celebrity will have someone else’s love child, and all the gossip hounds will get fixated on that and forget all about the Elvis sex tapes.”

“Next week is too late. I've already lost my job and every one of my students knows. This is just the absolute worst thing that has ever happened to me.”

Sandy frowned, squishing up her nose. "I should have realized something was up. I've never seen you cover your hair with a scarf, and those have got to be the biggest sunglasses in town. Don't you think you're dressed a little warm for the day? You're more likely to have someone notice you because you're wearing a turtleneck and a heavy jacket. I'd say you're trying to wear a disguise but failing miserably.”

“Thanks. I think.” Lynne pushed her sunglasses high on the bridge of her nose, feeling suddenly self-conscious.

“You have me worried here. Have you finished your tea?”

“Yes, but it did nothing to settle my tummy. I am such a mess—what am I going to do?” Lynne was on the verge of tears.

“You are going to stop freaking out. That’s what you are going to do. Hand me your cup. I want to take a look at your tea leaves.”

"Oh, geez, do you have to? I hate it when you go all Harry Potter on me.”

“Don't fight me on this, Lynne. It’s for your own good. I don’t have my tarot cards handy, or I would divine your future, but my grandmother used tea leaves all the time and she taught me a lot.” Sandy stared into the cup, turning it one way and then another, a tiny crease dividing her brow. “Oh dear.”

“What?” Lynne put her forearms on the table leaning over to sneak a peak.

“Oh this isn’t good at all.” Sandy’s shocked mouth parted slightly. Her face suddenly went white as a sheet. “Now I’m really worried about you.”

“What?!”

“I’ve never seen this before, but do you see this?” Sandy turned the cup so her friend could view the inside clearly.

“Yes.”

“It’s a skull. The mark of death.”

An icy chill swept Lynne’s spine. “So what? That means I am going to have some changes in my life right?”

“No, Lynne. That might have been the case if this were a deck of cards, but this is tea leaves we are talking about.”

“So what does it mean?” Fear wasn’t something Lynne felt often, but the disturbing way her friend was acting frightened her. Sandy looked her straight in the eyes and used a solemn voice that sent a shiver down Lynne’s spine. “Somebody is going to die, Lynne.”

* * * *

Why did it feel like someone was watching her?

Lynne adjusted her rearview mirror, checking it for the fortieth time since she got in the car. It had to be her afternoon tea and fortune telling by Sandy. The girl had her insides all tied up in knots—and for what? She didn’t believe in that New Age nonsense so why was she letting it get to her? It was ridiculous old wives tales meant for entertainment, not to be used to divine wisdom or be taken seriously.

She tried to forget about it. She tried to distract herself and stopped by the video store for a classic, with the heartthrob Tom Hanks,
You’ve Got Mail
. Tom Hanks never let her down before and was sure to lift her spirits now. She made another stop at the Chinese restaurant just blocks away from her house. The passenger seat was filled with the white takeout boxes. Her phone rang, and she scrambled to pick it out of her purse and answer it while hanging onto the steering wheel.

“Hello.”

“Hey, sugar, what’s up?” Troy’s sultry voice answered her immediately, sending a pleasant wave of good feelings to the pit of her tummy. “Sorry I missed your call earlier, I was in the shower.”

“Oh, just hearing your voice makes me feel better. I am so glad you called.” She cradled the phone against her ear. “I am on edge today, all wound up, and I just don’t want to be alone.”

“Do you want me to come over?”

“Would you?”

“Of course I would. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

“I got dinner and a movie. All you have to bring is you, and we’ll have a private party.” She purred seductively. “Just the two of us.”

“No problem. I’ll be there in ten.”

“I can’t wait. See you then, Tiger.”

Lynne said her goodbyes and clicked the phone off. At least that conversation brightened her spirits. She would have to set up a private date with Kurt tomorrow night. Then she wouldn’t be thinking who in her life was going to die. Her family wasn’t extremely large. It could be grandma, or it could be her mother or father, but thinking about it was driving her crazy.

She rolled up to her complex and parked in front of the iron security gate. She rolled down the window and tapped the key into the touch pad and watched the iron gates roll back out of her way. The condo complex was on the right side of town in an up-and-coming neighborhood in Green Hills, a suburb of Nashville. She loved it because it was safe and close to the university where she used to work.