Upside Down (31 page)
Authors: Liz Gavin
Tags: #Gay & Lesbian, #Literature & Fiction, #Fiction, #Lesbian, #Short Stories & Anthologies, #Short Stories, #Genre Fiction, #Lgbt, #Lesbian Fiction, #Single Authors
Next time I woke, I heard muffled sighs and whispers right beside me. I opened my eyes and found Mark’s body covering Cindy’s back. He was pinning her down on the mattress, keeping her legs closed together
as he penetrated her from behind. That way, the friction was stronger and their pleasure more explosive. When I sat up, they both froze and looked at me, startled. I smiled back at them.
“That’s great, babe,” I said to Cindy as I stroked Mark’s broad back. “That’s exactly what I wanted for us.”
“I’m sorry, Carol. We didn’t want to start it without you but you practically passed out the last time,” Mark apologized.
“We wanted to give you time to rest. We were just fooling around. Then, one thing led to another, and…” Cindy was agitated. She almost knocked him off of her.
“Hey, guys, it’s fine. In fact, it’s awesome,” I said again. “I can watch.”
“Well, we’d love it if you joined us, right, Mark
?”
“Absolutely,
” he agreed.
“Well, in that case, I’m in!”
I knelt in front of them and kissed Mark as he resumed moving in and out of Cindy’s delectable body. I ran my fingers through his soft hair and he increased his speed. He pushed her body upwards and onwards each time he buried himself in her. Then they moved backwards when he withdrew from her. I held his shoulders for support and spread my legs wide apart, squatting a little, until his movements drove her mouth to the spot. She held my legs and buried her face in me. She found my throbbing flesh and feasted on it. I threw my head back and cried out. The waves of ecstasy rising again, pulling me under. I had never thought my body could feel so much. That’s when I heard Mark’s roar and knew he had also reached his climax, his jerking moves still pounded Cindy’s body while her frame shook and she came, too. My body absorbed her cries of pleasure, intensifying my orgasm.
“This is unbelievable,” Mark whispered when he plopped on the bed, beside Cindy. He looked exhausted but happy.
“You two are amazing,” Cindy added, out of breath, rolling onto her back.
I stretched my satisfied body between them. I grabbed their hands and kissed Cindy’s, then, Mark’s.
“You are perfect. Both of you.”
I closed my eyes and savored the aftershocks of another earth-shaking climax these two had given me. I felt their hands relaxing inside mine but I held them to my chest. I looked at them and confirmed they had fallen asleep. I spent a long time watching over them until my eyes burned and I had to surrender myself to sleep.
We made love a couple of more times throughout the night. Exploring new limits, trying new positions, cataloging one another’s reactions, memorizing one another’s geography. I had never been happier. I had never felt more loved.
M
orning came and we took turns using the shower. We didn’t risk doing it together to avoid having sex again. I went first because I wanted to cook a nice breakfast for us. Then, we sat down to eat and make plans.
“Do you think our arrangement has potential?” I asked them.
“I’d say we have a winner, don’t you? Last night was perfect, as far as I’m concerned,” Mark stated.
“It was paradise,” Cindy added.
“I think so, too. But I’d like to propose some ground rules for us.
“Shoot,” Mark said as he drank his black coffee.
Cindy just looked at me and waited.
“I say we establish a kind of code of conduct, you know?
Last night, I loved that we made love together - the three of us together, that is. I guess that’s how it should always be.”
“You mean, we shouldn’t have sex unless the three are in the room?” Cindy mused. “Hmm, that actually makes sense to me. You?” she turned to Mark.
“Perfect sense!”
“Great. That’s settled, then,” I
smiled at them.
We sat and enjoyed our breakfast for a while. The intense night apparently had worked up quite an appetite on all of us.
“What if one of us wants to just watch the other two?” Cindy asked.
“It worked for Mark, didn’t it? Later
last night, it worked for me, too.” I sighed as I relived, in my mind, steamy scenes of Cindy’s soft body opening up for Mark’s hard one.
She nodded enthusiastically and he smiled at the memories, then, he said, “It worked like magic.”
“So, it’s official. We’ll give it a try, right?” I needed reassurance.
They stood up and we hugged and sealed the deal.
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E
Two years later
“Stop! Please, stop it! I can’t take it, anymore. It hurts too much,” Cindy’s hoarse shouts broke my heart but there wasn’t anything I could do. Plus, there was no stopping this.
“We’ve
been here for more than forty minutes. Something must be wrong,” Mark’s desperate stare searched mine.
I squeezed his shoulder and ran a hand on Cindy’s sweaty forehead. I leaned down, kissed her softly and whispered in her ear.
“You can do it, honey, please. You need to show me how to do this, remember?”
“Argh!” she cried out as she tried again, then,
slumped back on the bed. “It’s useless.”
“Poor thing, you’re exhausted,” Mark kissed her cheek and she lost it.
“Get out of here!” she shouted at him, “This is all your fault!”
Mark was astonished and ashamed at the same time. He looked at me and
I shook my head begging him to ignore her nonsense. But, I saw in this eyes how hurt he was. I hugged him close as the nurse smiled beside us and the doctor patiently said, “Don’t mind her, Mark. It’s the pain talking.”
“So give me something for this fucking pain, doc!”
she shouted at her.
“It’
s not good for the baby, Cindy,” I reminded her as Mark and I caressed my own six-month swollen belly. “We don’t want them to get hurt.”
“Argh!”
With another gut-wrenching shout, Cindy pushed harder and the nurse finally saw the baby crowning.
“Good job, Cindy
,” we all cried out.
I held her
right hand as Mark held the left one and she pushed hard another couple of times. Tears of pain mixed with those of relief and bliss as we all saw the baby safely nestled in the doctor’s hands. She held her up so that the three of us could see our beautiful baby daughter.
“Have you decided on a name yet?”
she asked us.
“Simone. Her name’s Simone
O’Rourke Aikens-Sullivan,” Cindy whispered, smiling and crying.
After a couple of months, I delivered our baby boy – Jean-Paul Sullivan O’Rourke-Aikens. Our small family had grown and we couldn’t be happier. One year before, we had moved in together. We decided to keep my apartment because it was the largest but we never thought to start a family so soon. Cindy’s pregnancy
had come as a very pleasant surprise. Mine was planned. We wanted the kids to grow up together. My mom and dad were thrilled when we announced our plans to them. Dad’s treatment had been very successful. He was eager to see his grandchildren and play with them. Both turned out to be excellent grandparents.
Meanwhile, Jerry and Dave got
their marriage license and we held an intimate ceremony for them in our apartment. Only family and very close friends. Cindy and I carried their rings placed in our babies’ little hands. It was very touching.
Mark, Cindy and I had decided not to get married because at least one of us would be ‘left out’ of the legal deal. The children’s rights were protected, though, and that was our only concern. However, laws change. Maybe one day we would be able to get married. A paper wouldn’t make any difference in our relationship
, though. We were happy without it. We had our ups and downs, but that’s how relationships go, right? We loved one another, we respected one another and we cherished one another. So what if our household was unconventional? Our children would grow up surrounded by loving people. So what if our marriage had three partners instead of two? Loyalty, trust and love don’t necessarily translate into monogamy.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Hello, my dearest readers.
When I was in Second Grade (just a couple of years ago, really), my teacher told my mother I should start a diary because I needed an outlet for my active and vivid imagination. You see, I was a talkative child who would disrupt her class by engaging my colleagues in endless conversations. I loved telling them the stories my grandfather used to tell me.
I guess the teacher wasn’t a big fan of my stories. Or maybe she preferred a quieter group of students. Either way, my mother bought me a diary and I happily wrote on it for a month or so. Then, I gave it up. I didn’t see the appeal since I was writing for my own enjoyment only. I missed the audience my friends in school provided me. I went back to disturbing my dear teacher’s class.
Since then, I’ve been a hungry reader. I read anything and everything I can get my hands on – from the classics to erotica. And that’s how I got the courage to start writing down some of my naughty fantasies. Nowadays, I’m a writer. I write erotic romances and some erotica, too.
Living in New Orleans improves my creativity tenfold. It’s such a vibrant, gorgeous and wonderful city but NOLA also has a darker, wickeder side that has always captured my imagination.
So, welcome to my world of steamy, sexy Alpha males and naughty, independent women. Add a touch of the paranormal in the presence of some wicked souls and you’ll get the picture.
Sit back, fire up your Kindle and enjoy the ride!
Liz Gavin
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Declan Slane is twenty-six and works at a hotel bar in Dublin. He hasn’t been very lucky in his love life so far. Also, he has got a troubled past he has chosen not to revisit in order to keep his sanity. Because he isn’t looking for a girlfriend, Declan isn’t very pleased to meet a certain breathtaking American who walks into his bar one afternoon.
Get a taste of adventure and heartache as Keira spreads her wings and matures while she gets to know her great-grandparents’ home country – Ireland. Hold your breath when she faces tough decisions and dangers. Root for Keira while she weighs up the consequences of making love for the first time.
Bite your nails when she comes across unforeseen threats.
Liz Gavin’s second full-length novel is hard to put down just as it is hard to pinpoint its genre. She has woven an intricate web around her characters that will leave readers breathless. In the sizzling concoction, this talented new author poured heart-warming romance, heart-stopping suspense, and a dash of heart-searching paranormal. Take your pick. Regardless of the literary genre you might favor, Liz Gavin’s writing will take you to a whole different side of it.
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