25. Rusty
twenty-five
Rusty
I knew Carina was different the moment I’d met her. I’d heard the gossip on the radio, and it had almost wrecked me. I’d struggled to keep my head above water in those few hours until they’d arrived home. Talking to Jacques had relieved my worries, but there was still this woman who was now going to be living with us. I was nervous as hell about what would happen, but I needn’t have worried.
The woman standing in front of me had swept in like a breath of fresh air for all of us.
She was objectively beautiful. Long, dark, wavy hair, deep umber eyes, pouty pink lips, and curves for miles—thick hips and thighs, a beautifully rounded belly, and big breasts. She was stunning. But the more I’d gotten to know her sweetness and vulnerability, the more beautiful I discovered she was.
She’d been worried about me getting tested because they hadn’t used protection with one another. She was uncertain about how things would work between us, but she’d never lashed out. That gentleness with an underlying will of steel held both my respect and attention. She never let anything overcome her. The day we’d hiked to Penasquitos Falls, she was feeling genuinely ill, yet she’d refused to turn back. There was no way she was going to give up and let an easy hike—or a very adverse reaction to dog shit—overcome her.
There wasn’t a mean bone in Carina’s body either. She’d been cheated on and lied to, and yet she never spoke badly about her ex. Her daughter was her world, and she recognized how much Hux needed her acceptance. She never left him in any doubt that she was the mom he could rely on to be there for him.
She respected me too. At first, I’d wondered whether her reaction to my existence was genuine. But her concern was real. She didn’t want to make me uncomfortable. I loved watching her with Travis and Jacques. She made them happy, and I loved seeing it.
The other women they’d been with hadn’t inspired even a second glance from me. It had never even occurred to me that Jacques and Travis might want more with one of them. If it had, I think it would have inspired a simmering rage in me that would have festered in an unhealthy way. It would have turned into an ugly green-eyed monster. But it had never once happened with Carina. We’d agreed to open communication from the first moment she was here, and she’d honored her end of the bargain, opening up to me and genuinely trying to become friends.
The first time I slept with Jacques and Travis after they’d hooked up with a woman, it was always intense. It was just like how we’d been with Travis when Billy flirted with him when we’d gone dancing. Jacques and I had needed to remind Travis he was ours as much as we knew he wanted the reminder. I would mark them and fill them until they were jelly-legged and my cum was leaking from them. I hadn’t felt the need to do that with Carina.
She was different. After my discussions with Jacques, then that first conversation with Carina, I wanted them to be together. She made Travis and Jacques happy, and that made me happy too. Maybe it was as simple as her knowing about us, but deep down, I knew that even if Jacques hadn’t confided to her that we were together, she would have respected my relationship with them. She purposefully made herself scarce some nights so that it was just the three of us guys, and that usually happened when I needed it most. She read my emotions like we’d known each other all our lives.
Our friendship may have started off rocky given the emotionally charged circumstances it began in, but Carina’s patience and protectiveness over me—a complete stranger who was in a relationship with both the man she’d married and the man she’d also slept with—had solidified my respect for her. After speaking with Jacques, I never believed for a second that Carina was there to steal them or Jacques’s money. I knew she didn’t have a lot—at least not compared to Jacques or me—but she never asked for a thing except time and kindness. There were no passive-aggressive hints that she needed expensive gifts or jewelry, no pining after a trip to Paris. Material things didn’t seem important to her. She shopped from the sale racks and turned down the thousands, then the millions that Jacques’s agent offered her. Yet her face lit up when a jar of the ghastly black shit she ate on her toast in the mornings was delivered care of Travis and his online shopping obsession during quiet nights at the station.
She genuinely cared about all of us too. She’d told Jacques over and over that he needed to speak with his parents—not so he could persuade them to accept her, but so that his relationship with them wouldn’t suffer. She stressed when Travis went to work and made sure I could stick to the routines that kept me healthy. She wasn’t religious, but she sat next to me on that pew every week, lending me her silent support, regardless of whether Jacques and Travis were there with us, at work, or still in bed.
Her trust in me meant the world. She confided her insecurities to me. She told me her worries about the future and what it would look like in a few years. She was still working out who she was now that her ex was out of the picture, and her ability to be vulnerable and admit it showed a strength that was impressive. I knew her identity was becoming clearer. Her quiet grace and fierce loyalty was starting to shine again. She’d rediscovered her love of music—I wanted her to have more of it. I often found her and Jacques dancing in the kitchen while singing along to tunes. That was a start, but I wanted more for her. I wanted to give her the world. She was determined to make something of her new life. I just hoped that whatever she decided it would look like would be a celebration of her, not something she settled for.
With every little thing she revealed about herself and every interaction we had, my feelings for her grew. At first, I was curious to learn about who she was, then I started wanting to spend time with her. I looked for her in the room, and I wanted to be close to her. She made me smile, and I did the same for her. In exactly the same way that I’d fallen for Jacques and Travis, Carina had crept in and lodged herself in my heart. I was still scratching my head at the how, but it didn’t really matter. Apparently, I wasn’t just demisexual, I was polyamorous too—which I already knew—but also biromantic and bisexual. No fucking wonder I’d been confused as a teenager.
But the confusion was gone. Standing in front of me, wearing a sexy pair of fitted jeans and a pale pink bra was the only woman I’d ever been attracted to.
I ran my thumb over her soft cheek and let my fingertips trail along her jaw to tilt her face up to me. Her eyes were bright, and her pouty lips begged me to lean in and steal a taste. But she deserved to be savored, to be sipped like a fine wine aged to perfection. I let my eyes slip closed and my body speak. I pressed a soft kiss to her jaw, mirroring the path my fingers had taken. When I reached the corner of her mouth, I pressed a lingering kiss there, cherishing the gift she was giving me. I nuzzled her cheek with my own, my stubble rubbing against her smooth skin. I breathed her in, capturing the floral scent that lingered on her in my lungs.
When I finally brushed my lips against hers, I bit back my moan and kept it gentle. I let out my aggression with Travis and Jacques—when I controlled things, it turned them on—but Carina brought out a different side of me. Softer and slower. I wanted to map every inch of her body with my fingertips, my lips, and my tongue. I wanted to taste her moans and breathe in her body’s reactions.
I pressed another lingering kiss to her lips, then touched my tongue to them. She opened immediately, never hesitating to meet me in the middle. My first taste was more of a tease—a touch, then a retreat. I splayed my hand on her lower back, the dip in her spine a temptation I couldn’t resist. I trailed my fingertips up to her bra strap and back down to the waistline of her jeans. She stepped closer, pressing her body to mine, and I moaned. She was all soft curves and rolls, and I wanted to lose myself in her.
The brush of her shoulder strap sliding against my arm had me breaking the kiss and trailing my lips down her throat to her collarbone.
Travis was behind her, shirtless and gorgeous. “Can I take this off, darlin’?” he asked, touching Carina’s other bra strap.
“Please,” she begged.
A moment later, her bra loosened, and he eased it away. I’d seen her naked before—we’d all been together a few times now—but never like this. We’d always had Jacques and Travis between us. This time, I wanted to touch and taste her too.
Travis moaned, and I flicked my eyes to him. Jacques was on his knees, his face buried in Travis’s sac as he licked and nipped on him, his big hand wrapped around Travis’s shaft as he jacked him off. I loved the way they were together, and knowing they were looking after each other while letting Carina and me explore this thing between us meant everything.
I returned my focus back to Carina and gazed at her, taking in every inch of her pale skin. She was radiant. Her nipples were hard, her breasts lusciously soft. She’d gained some weight since she was with us, too, her belly a touch more rounded than it had been, and I fucking loved knowing we were caring for her, that the stress was no longer wasting her away.
I reached for the button in her jeans and looked up to her for permission. She nodded and sucked in a breath, pulling her shoulders back as if steeling herself.
“I won’t hurt you,” I promised in a low whisper as I popped the button and lowered the zipper.
“It’s not that,” she explained, pushing her jeans and lacy underwear down off her hips.
She stood naked in front of me, and I licked my lips, my mouth watering. She was a goddess. Not a single statue in any museum around the world sculpted by the giants of history did any justice to the perfection before me. Her beauty lay not in her flawlessness, but in her imperfections. Stretch marks and a scar where she’d had a mole removed, breasts that weren’t perfectly perky anymore, and cellulite on her thighs called to me on a level I’d never understood before.
I loved my men. Their hard bodies and muscles were like a drug. But Carina was something entirely different, a creature so overwhelming in her femininity and beauty that she awed me. No wonder the pagans worshipped the divine feminine. She was the altar I wanted to worship before until the end of time itself.
“I’ve been with three men in my life, two of whom are in the room. You’ll be the fourth.” She paused, letting what she’d said sink in.
I understood her completely. This wasn’t just some casual hookup. It meant something. To both of us.
“I’ve been with two men, and never before with a woman.”
“We’ve seen each other naked, but—”
“I’ve never seen someone as breathtakingly beautiful as you,” I interjected, unable to stop myself from sharing the words for a second longer. “Please, can I touch you?”
“Don’t stop until we’re both exhausted and can’t come anymore,” she ordered.
Eliminating the space between us, I kissed her again, slow and sure, but she pressed harder against me and took over, controlling it. Carina curled her fingers in the waistline of my boxer briefs and tugged them down, leaving me naked in front of her.
I broke our kiss and followed the line down her throat that I’d kissed before, sucking and nibbling on her skin until she was arching into my touch. I held her tight as I dipped my head lower and lifted her breast so I could suck on her nipple. She cried out, a breathless moan, and pride lit me up from inside. I was turning her on. I was making her feel good.
I wrapped my hand around my dick and stroked myself, trying to relieve the growing ache. I was hard, precum leaking from me, and my balls were drawn up tight. Easing them away from my body, I took the edge off while trying to ramp up Carina’s.
Shifting to her other breast, I laved her nipple until it was hard and flushed a dusky pink. I trailed my fingers over her belly and followed with my mouth, dipping my tongue into her navel and delighting at the shiver that had gooseflesh rising on her arms. On my knees before her, I nuzzled her thigh and ran my nose over her mound, teasing her.
“Lick me,” she demanded, her voice a breathless plea.
“Lie down. Spread those pretty legs for me,” I instructed.
“Need to be inside you,” Travis moaned.
I wasn’t sure who he was talking to until I looked up and saw his big hand on her breast, his other holding her jaw while he kissed her like a man possessed.
I reached for his cock, stroking him and spreading the precum spilling from his slit.
“Travis, on your back. Get Jacques ready for me. Sweetheart, lie on Trav, your back to his front.” I wanted the two of them to be close together so I could feast on them. I was being selfish—I was desperate to satiate my hunger for them.
Jacques fished out the lube from the nightstand drawer and tossed it to Travis while he made himself comfortable on our bed. Jacques and I helped Carina onto him. She had her legs pressed together with her feet inside Travis’s spread knees. That wouldn’t do.
I gently eased her knees apart and hooked her feet outside of Travis’s legs, then reached for his cock and pulled it down so I could give them both the attention they deserved. He was thick and veiny, his cockhead red and his balls drawn up tight. Carina was wet, her inner thighs glistening with her desire. Her clit was swollen, and her core visibly clenched when I exhaled on a moan.
Shifting Travis’s hand to her breast, I started at her navel again, focusing my attention on getting her so worked up that she’d be a sobbing mess by the time she came.
The wet schlep, schlep, schlep of a lubed-up cock had me flicking my gaze to Jacques. He was on his hands and knees, his ass presented to Travis. Carina was jacking him off in long, slow movements along his shaft while Travis had two of his thick fingers lodged to the second knuckle in Jacques’s ass.
“So sexy,” Carina breathed.
“You love it when we fuck, too, don’t you?” Travis asked, rhetorically. “Gets you all wet, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” she hissed as I brushed my fingers over her mound. I flicked my tongue over her clit, and when she cried out, I did it again. She tasted different from my guys, but no less addictive. Her reaction to that small touch was electric. “Slide your fingers into me,” she begged.
I wanted to find her G-spot, but I had no idea what I was looking for. Would I feel the difference like I did with my guys? I started with one finger, and I sucked in a breath when I slid it into her. I was really doing this. I was making love to a woman. It was revelatory, as if everything I’d known had been flipped on its head. But in a good way. A wonderful way.
Carina was perfection. Smooth like silk, warm, and wet. She gripped me tightly as I ran my finger up her walls. Carina cried out, and her hips jacked up. There we go.
I may not know women as well as I did men, but I knew how to read body language.
Licking and nibbling on her clit, I slid in another finger and tagged her G-spot again and again. Carina tensed and cried out again.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me come,” she gasped.
“Do it. Let’s see how many we can wring out of you, sweetheart.”
I kept going, sucking and nibbling on her and sliding my fingers in deep until she was writhing against me. Moans surrounded me, and I floated on the high of watching the three people I wanted most in the world get off together.
I used her juices to lube my grip on Travis’s cock before I added a third finger, and she cried out, her channel clenching tight, then releasing as she rode out her first orgasm of the night.
“Need more,” she gasped.
I hummed against her mound, and she clenched tight around my fingers once more. She was raring to go again. Fuck me, the female body was wonderous. I dipped my mouth down and sucked on Travis’s cock, tasting them both. I was addicted.
I wanted inside her, too, but I also needed to take Jacques. The way he’d saved her from cracking her head open on the ice was fucking miraculous. I’d never seen him move that fast. Like a lightning strike, he was in one place one second, and a split second later, he was lifting her up.
Carina moaned, and I flicked my tongue over her clit again, drawing out her ecstasy. I brought her to the edge over and over, sucking and licking both her and Travis until he was struggling to hold back too. I gripped his sac and pulled his balls away from his body.
He grunted, and I grinned, meeting his gaze over our woman’s curves.
“Carina, please,” I begged. “I need to be inside you.”
“Yes, now,” she ordered.
With my hand still on Travis’s sac, I guided my cock to her pussy, then fell forward, bracing myself over her. Travis was kissing her, their tongues tangling together. I needed to feel both of them. I needed all of us to be connected, just for a moment.
I thrust forward and moaned as Carina cried out. She snapped her legs around my hips and pulled me forward until I bottomed out inside her, her mouth never leaving Travis’s and never letting go of Jacques’s cock.
I shivered, sensation rocketing through my veins care of my dick being buried in nirvana. I pressed my thumb against Carina’s clit the same way Jacques often did to her and ground deeper into her before pulling back and gliding forward again. Travis’s cock was trapped between our bodies, and it kissed the length of my shaft as I rocked forward. My balls slapped against the base of his dick with every pump of my hips, and I climbed higher and higher, nearing the point of no return.
But Carina beat me there, coming on my cock and crying out her release as her walls strangled me. I watched in wonder as her chest heaved and a drop of sweat ran down her throat, pooling between her clavicles. Her breasts bounced as I pumped into her and begged my own orgasm to hold off for a few more minutes.
“Fuck,” Jacques cursed. “Need more.”
I pulled out, and Carina let out a sob. I didn’t want to stop, either, but Travis and Jacques needed the two of us. I hooked her feet back over Travis’s knees and guided his cock to her pussy. He pulled his fingers free from Jacques’s ass and gripped Carina’s hips, slamming up into her. She cried out and arched into his hold, pressing her pussy harder onto his cock.
Jacques groaned and shifted on the bed, presenting me his ass. His hole was open, and I wanted in there. I clambered over Travis and Carina’s legs and lined my dick up to Jacques’s hole.
“Gonna come quick,” he rasped. “So fucking close.”
“Come and come hard,” I ordered, slamming into his gorgeous body in one thrust.
He shouted, and his ass tightened around my cock. My eyes crossed, and I groaned, already on the edge.
“Yes. Fuck yes,” he moaned. His arms were outstretched, his hands gripping the sheets. His back muscles rippled, and his ass—that thick hockey ass I could never get enough of—was hiked up high as he met my thrust. I pulled back to my crown and waited. “Again. Hard,” he ground out through clenched teeth.
I followed his direction and fucked him long and deep, our bodies slapping together with every thrust. Jacques slid his hand down to his cock trapped against the mattress and jacked himself as I tagged his prostate with every pump. I hadn’t spent as much time loving on him as I had Travis and Carina, but there was no way I was leaving him unsatisfied. Every one of them would know exactly what they meant to me by the end of the afternoon.
Carina rasped out a moan, and Travis shouted his release while I ground my hips against Jacques’s.
I fell forward, hooked my hands under his shoulders, and pressed my body to his. I pinned him to the mattress and thrust once more, needing the connection. I kissed his nape and whispered, “Come, Jacques. Let go.”
He sobbed, and his ass strangled my cock, throwing me over with him. I grunted and buried my face between his shoulder blades as my orgasm swept over me, my vision lighting up with explosive fireworks as I floated in a cloud of ecstasy.
I blindly reached out and hugged Carina and Travis to our sides. I didn’t want to move. I wanted to stay here in bed and never leave. I inhaled slowly. The scent of sex was in the air, and my softening cock slipped from Jacques.
A bark from outside the room sounded, and I laughed. “Impeccable timing, Zeus,” I mumbled.
“At least he didn’t kick me in the nuts this time,” Travis muttered.
“He was trying to make sure I was okay. He didn’t mean to hurt you,” Carina said, then shifted so she was lying beside him.
“You were supposed to kiss them better.” Travis pouted, and Carina laughed. She crawled down to him and nuzzled his sac. When he widened his legs, she sucked one of his balls into her mouth. He moaned and threaded his fingers through her hair. I propped myself up so Jacques could roll over, and I kissed him long and slow.
Yeah, I never wanted to move.