Yes, I was blushing
again. But the way she smiled, I also realized that she was in and
that Dario had probably known already what her reaction to our
invitation was going to be. She strutted over like an expert coquette
and cupped her own hand over Dario’s, and the change in pressure
over my hard-on, the subtle friction, just about pulled all the air
out of my lungs and sent a surge of blood to my cock.
“Is that true,
Aidan?” she teased.
Nothing to lose,
now. “Yes.”
“Should I go back
downstairs, then, so you two can get started?” she asked.
Those green eyes
fixed on mine, awaiting my answer. Waiting. Waiting.
“Aidan,” Dario
murmured by my ear, but loud enough that I’m sure Vera heard him,
“don’t be rude. Give Vera a kiss so she feels welcome.”
I don’t know how,
but looking at her, at those meticulously made-up green eyes, I knew
that’s what she wanted me to do. I brought my mouth to hers, paused
for a moment in case I was wrong, in case she wanted to dodge my
kiss, then touched her lips with mine. And then we really kissed. And
all the while, Dario kept his body pressed against mine.
Then Dario said,
“Do you want to share?” and for a second I thought he was talking
to me, but then he said, “Or do you want him all to yourself?”
Smudged lipstick
smile. “I was raised to play well with others. I don’t mind
sharing.”
Dario coaxed, “Give
her another kiss, love.”
When Vera and I
merged into another hot, wet kiss, Dario started mouthing my neck,
and the thrill of those two simultaneous sensations already had me
trembling and whimpering. We played and fucked for hours. Vera was
deliciously greedy, insatiable, inexhaustible. I think she came five
times.
When I woke up,
Vera was in the shower and Dario was lying next to me, hands laced
behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. I was instantly filled
with dread that we’d crossed a line the night before. That I’d
been too caught up in my pleasure, in the thrill of what we were
doing, and I’d somehow let Dario get hurt. But then he noticed I
was awake, turned to me with a look of contentment, a look of love,
and gave me a soft, lingering kiss.
“Did you enjoy
yourself last night,” he whispered.
“God, yes. Did
you?”
“Thoroughly. So
much so, I was just lying here scheming about how we can most enjoy
the rest of Vera’s visit.” A deep, tender kiss. “Why don’t
you go take your shower while I make breakfast.”
“Sounds like
Vera’s still in there,” I said.
“Yes it does,”
he said with a suggestive grin.
I laughed, nervous,
awkward. Playing, the three of us, was one thing. Him sending me off
to screw his friend while he cooked for us felt like something else.
“I’d rather be here. With you.”
Sweet smile. “Go
on, love. Enjoy Vera while she’s here. In a couple days she’ll be
gone. And you and I will still be here. Just like always.”
When I knocked,
Vera chimed her, “Come in” in a playful sing-song, and when I
opened the bathroom door, she gazed at me through the shower glass,
unabashedly or possibly even exhibitionistically shampooing her hair,
putting her wet body on perfect display.
“Whatcha got
there?” she asked, looking at my hand. Suddenly walking in there
with condoms seemed obnoxiously presumptuous. But I made myself open
my hand and show her. “And where’s Dario?” she asked, rinsing
the shampoo from her dark hair while the suds cascaded over her
gleaming skin. Without any makeup, her hair wet and plastered over
her scalp, she looked like a different person. Like the wholesome
cousin of the girl I’d fucked in front of Dario the night before.
“Making
breakfast.”
“Oooh. Pancakes,
I hope. He makes the best pancakes.”
For minutes she
wouldn’t let me kiss her or touch her. She got a handful of shower
gel and slowly moved her hands over me, inch by inch, her big, green
eyes locked on mine at first, then sometimes following, sometimes
anticipating the soapy swaths down my arm, across my chest, down my
belly. It was sexy as hell, watching her watch as she wrapped her
frothing fist around my turgid cock and slowly stroke, watching her
turn her gaze up and look at me while she worked me up to a pitch of
desperate need, still not letting me touch or kiss. And then that
little mocking grin as she abandoned my cock and went back to bathing
me, taking her goddam sweet time, lathering my calves, my thighs,
teasing my balls, turning me toward the wall and palming, caressing,
squeezing my ass in both hands, then slipping her soapy fingers
between my cheeks. I don’t know why that startled me so much.
She laughed, a
pretty, lilting giggle. “Really? You’re shy about having your ass
touched? And you’re with Dario?”
“I don’t know.
It’s different with you.”
“Is it?” she
said in a breathy, teasing voice she used now and then. Then she slid
a finger into my asshole. Oh God. Oh fuck. “I wish I had a cock so
I could put you on your knees and fuck you, Aidan.”
We settled for me
sinking to the shower floor and her straddling and riding me through
three climaxes before she finally let me come, begging, grabbing,
bracing my feet and my back against facing walls and flexing to
thrust up into her.
I was still inside
her when she asked, “Are you in love with him?” It should have
felt strange, that question, under those circumstances, but for some
reason it didn’t.
“Yes.”
When she smiled
like that, now that her lips weren’t painted starlet red, she
looked incredibly young. “Very much in love with him?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I’ve
never seen him this happy. That sadness he’s always had, that he’s
always trying to escape or mask, hardly shows while he’s around
you.”
When I got back to
the loft after work that night, Dario was alone, and unusually
intense. As soon as I walked in the door he was on me, kissing me
hungrily, pulling me hard against him, practically clawing at me.
“Come upstairs,” he panted. “I have a surprise for you.”
Even after our
marathon session of incredible firsts the night before, I was
shocked, maybe even a little frightened by Dario’s surprise. On the
bed, Vera was naked. Blindfolded. Gagged. Bound with her arms
stretched up overhead and her legs held wide apart by a bar between
her ankles. I’ve never seen anyone look so vulnerable, or so lewdly
displayed. Her cunt looked so utterly indefensible. And lying between
her legs were a pile of condoms, a bottle of lube, two dildos and
three ass toys, the sight of which instantly filled my mind with
images of her cunt and asshole being penetrated.
In a low, taunting
voice Dario said to Vera, “Look, honey. I brought you another
friend to play with.” Then he put his hand on my cock, squeezed,
and growled loud enough for Vera to hear, “Does this huge hard-on
mean you like your surprise?”
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