Chapter 14 #2
Sex without strings. Sex without accessories.
None of that was true with Keeley. With her, he wanted everything and more.
Reaching for the hem of her shirt, he drew it over her head. Gio was two seconds behind him, unfastening her bra and tugging it away as well. Then, they both took a moment to admire what they’d uncovered.
She laughed. “You guys act like you’ve never seen my boobs before.”
Rafe reached out and pinched one of her nipples, then the other, loving the way they tightened. She had gorgeous nipples.
“Very suckable,” Gio murmured, shifting to her side so he could take one into his mouth, while Rafe cupped the other, playing with it. They’d learned early on that the quickest way to get Keeley’s motor revving was to play with her breasts. Or her clit. She wasn’t fussy.
Keeley’s head fell back, her eyes closing with delight. She gave them one of her cute little moans. “You guys are way too good at that.”
“We’re bachelors in our thirties,” Gio joked. “We’ve had plenty of opportunities to practice.”
Keeley opened her eyes, gaze zeroing in on Gio. “I don’t want to hear about past practice.”
Gio chuckled. “What’s this I’m seeing? Did you know our Keeley had a jealous streak, Rafe?”
He shook his head. To be honest, he didn’t. Keeley seemed to take everything in stride, and she’d never seemed to mind hearing about their past liaisons with Jill, Vanessa, and Jennifer. In fact, she was typically the one who brought them up. Keeley wasn’t shy about asking stuff she wanted to know.
“Stand up and take off your jeans,” Gio demanded, as he took off his own clothes.
Rafe took a step back so Keeley could rise.
She slid her jeans and panties down together.
She was barefoot already, and he assumed she’d shucked her sandals at the door.
Keeley seemed to have an aversion to shoes, always taking hers off the second she got home.
It was why there’d been a stack of no less than five pairs of shoes in his front foyer these past few weeks.
Once she was naked, he expected her to climb back onto the bed, but she held her ground.
“Can I ask you guys something?”
He and Gio both nodded.
“I know I just said I didn’t want to hear about your past practice, but…” She bit her lower lip, and he caught sight of that uncharacteristic shyness that crept out from time to time.
“But what, beauty?” Rafe prompted.
“Is what we do together…is it like what you did with the other women?”
Rafe tilted his head, unsure of her meaning.
“Be more specific,” Gio said, patting the mattress next to him, encouraging her to sit.
She took a seat, then forged on. “I mean…you guys just take turns. We’ve never…” Keeley threw her hands up, shaking her head. “Forget it.”
“No,” Rafe said. “We’re not forgetting it. Keeley, you were new to menage sex—” he started.
“So were the other women,” she interjected.
“Yes,” Rafe replied, “but they were also older, more…” He paused and looked at Gio, uncertain how to finish that thought, who nodded, encouraging him to go on. “They weren’t you,” Rafe finally said. “We’ve been taking things slower because we care about you. We don’t want to hurt you.”
“So it was different with them,” she pressed.
Gio considered that, then shrugged. “Truthfully? No. Not a lot different. We still took turns most of the time, but on occasion…we’d take a woman at the same time, one of us in her mouth, the other in her pussy.”
Keeley nodded. “Oh. Okay.” She looked disappointed.
Rafe rubbed his jaw and tried to hide his growing grin. “Keeley, are you trying to ask us about anal sex?”
She flushed bright scarlet, but he had to hand it to her. She looked him in the eye and held it. “Yes. I kind of thought…”
“Wait. Have you been watching porn? Group-sex porn?” Gio asked, laughing with pure glee.
Keeley narrowed her eyes. “So what if I have been?”
Gio grinned shamelessly. “I’m pissed that you watched it without us. Talk about a missed opportunity.”
Rafe rolled his eyes. “If you had questions about what we were doing, or if there was something you wanted to try, why didn’t you just ask us?”
“Because I wasn’t sure if it was something I want to try. Thought I’d better scope it out first.”
“Jesus,” Rafe said, amused. “So, what do you think now?”
She shrugged and crinkled her nose. “I think it would hurt. A lot.”
Gio shifted on the bed, fluffing the pillows up against the headboard before sliding over to what had become “his” spot. “I think this conversation is going to take a few minutes. Why don’t we get comfortable?”
Keeley moved into the middle, and Rafe claimed his place after her.
Gio wrapped his arm around her shoulder and placed a soft kiss on the top of her head. “I guess the first question is…have you experimented with anal at all before?”
Keeley shook her head. “No. I’ve never had a long-term boyfriend, and butt stuff isn’t something I’d want to do with someone I didn’t trust completely.”
Rafe laughed. “Butt stuff,” he murmured, shaking his head.
“God.” Keeley covered her cheeks. “This is a lot more embarrassing than I thought it would be. I mean…we’ve seen each other naked more than dressed the last few weeks.”
Gio tapped under her chin, encouraging her to look at him.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed, but I get it.
We’ve been friends for years, and now suddenly, we’re more.
In some ways, it’s hard to move beyond the way we’ve always been with each other because that part of our relationship lasted years, while this part is still very new. ”
“Yeah,” Keeley said. “That feels true.”
“Do you want to try anal?” Rafe asked. He wasn’t sure how he’d respond if she actually said yes. He’d walked into this bedroom viewing tonight as possibly the end. Now, Keeley was asking them to take it up a few notches.
“I don’t know. What if it does hurt?”
“Keeley,” Rafe said, taking her hand in his. “I told you the first night we were together, we’re never going to do anything that hurts you. I meant that.”
“So the two of you haven’t…” She waved her hands around, letting that motion fill in the blanks.
“We’ve never taken a woman that way at the same time,” Gio replied.
“But you have had…” More hand-waving. Too much more of this and Keeley was going to take flight.
“Yes, Keeley,” Rafe responded. “I’ve had anal sex with past lovers.”
“Me too,” Gio added.
“Only with women?” she asked.
Rafe was stunned for a moment. “Where did that question come from?”
She lifted one shoulder casually. “The night of our first date…you put your hand over mine. Helped me give Gio a hand job.”
Rafe recalled that very well because he’d asked himself a million times since then what had compelled him to do so.
He and Gio had never touched each other intimately before that.
Hell, they hadn’t touched each other since.
Still…that night, Gio didn’t pull away from his touch, even though Rafe knew he’d shocked the shit out of his friend.
“I’ve never…” Rafe started, his words falling away. He kept his gaze locked on Keeley’s face, too worried about what he’d see if he looked at Gio.
“We’ve never touched each other sexually before that night,” Gio responded. “But I’m not gonna lie—it was hot.”
“It was,” Keeley agreed.
Gio gave Rafe a look that he struggled to interpret. In the past, he never had any trouble figuring out what was on his friend’s mind, but this time…Rafe didn’t have a clue what Gio was thinking.
Mercifully, he deftly changed the subject, drawing Rafe out of the line of fire in case Keeley decided to ask him why he’d touched Gio that particular night.
“And if you decide you want to try the ‘butt stuff,’” Gio finger-quoted, “we’ll revisit it another night. For tonight, kinky girl, do you think we could keep it fairly simple?”
She cupped Gio’s cheek and gave him a quick kiss. “I guess,” she sighed, grinning wickedly. “If we have to.”
Rafe’s body always reacted to stress before his head could catch up. So his chest was tight before his brain engaged enough to leave him wondering if he was going to be a part of that future plan they’d just agreed to.
Put it away, the little voice inside whispered.
Gio expanded on Keeley’s quick kiss, giving her one that rang the bell and signaled it was time for the next round. The good round.
Keeley moaned into his mouth. “Want you,” she whispered. “Want you both so much.”
Gio broke the kiss and twisted, lying on his back. “Crawl on top of me.”
Keeley threw one of her legs over his waist, her hair a curtain around their faces as they began to kiss again. Rafe sat and watched, let the beauty of their kisses ease away all his anxiety.
Keeley lifted briefly, grasping Gio’s cock and guiding it to her pussy. She slid down slowly, sneaking a peek at Rafe as she did so.
The sexy/sweet grin she gave him took his breath away.
She moaned softly once Gio was seated fully, then she held still, giving herself those few necessary seconds to adjust. She’d confided one night that both of them were bigger than her previous lovers.
Gio remained still beneath her, his hands on her hips. He stared at her like she hung the moon, completely under her spell.
Rafe had never seen Gio so in love.
Gio had professed having feelings for Jennifer and Vanessa, though not Jill. But it was clear his heart hadn’t been fully engaged with either of those women. Not like it was now. With Keeley.
Keeley lifted up, then lowered back down, faster this time, a bit harder. She bounced on Gio’s dick a dozen times before bending forward to steal another kiss. Gio lifted his hips, thrusting his pelvis so that he was still fucking her, shallowly, from his position below.
Rafe was overwhelmed by the desire to join them. Perhaps Keeley had planted the seed with her questions, but right now, it simply wasn’t in him to wait his turn. Not this time.