‘You know I’d do anything for you,’ Angus said. His gaze was hot and forceful, though somewhat pleading as well. ‘I mean it – anything! All you have to do is ask.’
One of his large hands petted Mira’s forearm above the table, while the other grasped her thigh underneath it. She wished that hand would migrate up a little farther. The only problem, if it could be called a problem, was that she was already so turned on by his intensity that she would probably come the second his firm fingers touched her throbbing clit. Right in the middle of the restaurant. Just like in When Harry Met Sally, except Mira’s orgasm would be one hundred per cent real.
‘I don’t think you realise what you’re saying,’ Mira told him. She inched her chair away from his wandering hands to prevent any serious embarrassment. People called Mira shameless, mostly behind her back, but even she had limits. ‘How can you offer to do “anything” for me without knowing what “anything” might entail?’
‘Because I trust you,’ he said with a shrug, like it was just that easy. ‘You’d never ask me to do anything I wouldn’t like.’
‘Wouldn’t I?’ Mira cocked her head.
‘No,’ he said. ‘That’s how a relationship works.’
Angus was sweet, in addition to being formed almost entirely of muscle. Mira appreciated the combination. The sweetness of his character softened the lean planes of his undeniably hot body. When he talked about trust and honesty and relationships, she just wanted to rip off all his clothes.
When he focused on the menu, Mira wondered what he was thinking about. Could he actually concentrate on the tiny words printed on that laminated card? Was he really thinking about dinner? Because, now that Angus had made that lovely little declaration about doing anything for her, all Mira could think about was Nathan.
She waited until after they’d ordered and received their meals before asking, ‘Have you ever fucked another guy?’
Angus choked on his steak, which she really ought to have anticipated. Their waiter glided towards the table, but Mira brushed him away with a friendly smile. She stroked Angus’s back until the hacking subsided.
‘You OK?’ she asked.
His eyes were wide and buggy, but he nodded. In a blunt whisper, he said, ‘I can’t believe you just asked me that.’
‘Why?’ She half-shrugged, très casual.
‘Because,’ he said, still whispering, ‘we’re in public! You can’t just go asking questions like that in the middle of a restaurant.’
‘OK,’ she said simply, then ate some asparagus, a forkful of rice. ‘I gather from your extreme reaction that you have indeed done what I asked you about.’
Angus mopped the sweat from his forehead. ‘Jesus, Mira. Would you cut it out?’
She nodded as she cut off a square of salmon and scooped it up with her rice. In fact, she took a few more bites, more asparagus, more salmon, because she knew once she’d said what she was about to say, they were leaving the restaurant for good.
‘It’s only …’ Mira scooped up a final bit of salmon. ‘The idea of you with another guy really turns me on.’
An intense blush bled up Angus’s thick neck and took over both his cheeks. His hand shot up like a schoolboy who knew all the answers. When the waiter looked over, he said, rather too loudly, ‘Cheque, please.’
With a smirk, Mira plucked the cloth napkin from her lap and dabbed it against the sides of her mouth. He couldn’t get her home fast enough.
* * *
Angus pulled his shirt off almost before she had the door unlocked. She laughed at him and said, ‘Cool your jets, bub. I had to pee the whole way here.’
He wasn’t wasting any time. The second the front door closed, Angus pressed her up against it, kissing her so forcefully she could barely breathe. His cock was hard already. She could feel it throbbing against her thigh, and she wiggled around in his grip, trying to line up his cockhead with her clit. If only she were a few inches taller she’d be able to rub herself off against him so perfectly he’d probably cream his pants.
It wasn’t long before Mira’s full bladder got the better of her. Angus’s tongue and hands were insistent, and usually that was a good thing, but right now she really had to go. Sliding against the door, she wriggled from his grip and scampered towards the bathroom.
‘Sorry!’ she called out as she closed the door. ‘Make yourself comfortable.’
‘No problemo,’ he called back, and when she stepped out of the bathroom she found him naked in her bed.
Big surprise.
‘Wow, you made yourself … really comfortable.’
He wrapped his fingers around his thick cock and teased it casually as she slipped off her dress. ‘You want it, you got it.’
‘Mmm.’ She reached around, unhooked her bra and followed his gaze to her bare breasts. His cock jerked visibly against his palm. ‘But you know what else I want?’
‘What’s that?’
She squirmed out of her panties and tossed them to the floor. The place was kind of a mess, but she didn’t care. She knew Angus wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings.
Perching naked on the edge of the mattress, she said, ‘You were supposed to tell me about fucking another guy. You’ve done it, right?’
Angus’s hand slowed against his shaft. He cleared his throat before saying, ‘Not exactly fucking, no.’
Mira climbed up onto the bed on her hands and knees, letting her breasts sway as she moved. She knew he liked that hypnotic motion.
‘What, then?’ She licked his thigh, kissed the back of his hand, and he shuddered, squeezed his cockhead and closed his eyes. ‘Tell me about getting down and dirty with other dudes.’
‘Jesus, you’re gonna make me come,’ he complained.
She grinned and cocked her head, letting her long hair fall to one side. ‘You’re gonna make me come too, if you tell me what you did.’
Angus tossed his arm across his eyes, like he was trying to hide from the memory. Or maybe he just needed the darkness in order to delve inside those images.
‘Tell me,’ she ordered as his hand started to move against his thick shaft. ‘What did you do to him? Or what did he do to you?’
‘Together,’ Angus replied, still hiding, still stroking. ‘We did it together. No touching. It wasn’t like that. It wasn’t. Just this.’
His hand shuttled up and down his solid length, and Mira gasped with delight. ‘Oh, you mean you jerked off together?’
Angus nodded.
‘That’s hot, dude.’ Mira sat back on her heels and spread her legs. ‘I’m totally gonna play with my pussy while you tell me about it.’
That got a reaction.
Angus pulled his arm away from his eyes and looked at her, perched near the foot of the bed. ‘You … do that?’
Mira laughed, and she watched his gaze settle on her perky tits. She did a little shimmy to flaunt them and said, ‘Of course. Did you really think girls … didn’t?’
His hand slowed against his cock, and his face grew nearly as red as his tip. ‘Well, I don’t know. Girls pretend they don’t.’
Playing the coquette, Mira said, ‘I’ll show you how I like it if you tell me about your close encounter with mankind.’
He laughed, but she could see how nervous he was from the way his muscles twitched. ‘It was no big deal.’
‘Who was it?’ she asked. ‘Who was the guy?’
‘Roommate,’ he said. One-word answers now, as he focused his gaze between her legs. She rewarded him by leaning back a touch and pressing the pad of her finger to her clit. Actually, just that little bit of attention made her arch and buck up into her hand. She must be even more turned on than she thought.
‘Old roommate,’ Angus went on. ‘Not this one. First roommate I had when I moved out of my parents’ house.’
‘Yeah?’ Mira encouraged, tweaking her nipple. She did it for effect, but that little pinch sent a lightning bolt to her clit, and she gasped in response. ‘So, what was his name?’
Angus wrapped his fist around his thick shaft and just held it for a moment. ‘I don’t want to tell you.’
‘OK.’ She wouldn’t push. She knew this was uncertain terrain. ‘Where did you do it?’
‘His room.’ Angus held his cock so tightly his knuckles turned white. ‘That’s where he watched porn, on his TV in there. I went in one day without knocking. I thought he was saying my name. I thought he was calling me, but I opened the door and …’
Mira traced tight circles around her clit. ‘What was on the TV, Angus?’
‘Porn,’ he mumbled, watching her fingers.
‘What kind of porn?’
His hand moved a little faster on his dick. ‘Gay.’
‘What did you do?’ Mira pressed two fingers into her wet pussy and traced that juice up to her clit, getting that throbbing bud all slick and slippery. When she went at it again, they both moaned.
‘I was so mad,’ Angus said, and his anger was apparent in the way he stroked his cock – hard, almost violently. ‘I just shut the door and left. It pissed me off so much I didn’t talk to him for, like, three days.’
‘What did he do?’ Mira urged, doing away with the circles and rubbing her clit straight up and down. God, she was so turned on right now.
‘One day he just said, like, “I’m not gay, you know,” and I was like, “Yeah, I know.” Then he asked if I ever watched man-on-man porn and I said no, and he started telling me he liked it ’cause of how rough they were, how they fucked each other hard and it was nothing dainty, just raw fucking.’
‘You like raw fucking?’ Mira asked. Her voice was a growl.
So was his. ‘Hell, yeah.’
‘Me too.’ As much as she’d wanted to watch him come like a geyser all over his hand, she couldn’t fight the itch. Crawling on top of him, she said, ‘Tell me what you did together.’
Angus groaned when she sank down on him, wrapping her tight puss around his thick cock. God, he filled her up. For a second, she was sure he’d come right away, but he didn’t. He just kept going with his story. ‘We watched it together, the porn, sitting on his bed. It was wrestling, two guys wrestling in skin-tight spandex, ripping it off each other, one guy shoving his cock in the other guy’s face.’
‘Fuck, yeah.’ Mira scoured her fat, aching clit so hard and fast her fingertips kept whacking Angus’s dick. Her breasts jumped so violently with every motion that she caught them both with one hand and dug her fingers into her flesh. ‘Tell me how you got off, baby.’
Angus brushed her hand away from her tits and squeezed them. ‘He started first, and I tried not to look, but I kinda felt hypnotised. He took his pants off and started jacking, so I did too. And I could see that he was looking at me, watching me fuck my hand, but he pretended he was all wrapped up in the porn. That was hot too. The winner of the wrestling got to fuck the loser however he wanted – fuck his face or his ass or both, just whatever he wanted to do.’
‘And it was rough?’ Mira encouraged. Angus pinched her nipples as she rubbed her clit, and she felt that jolt everywhere. Wouldn’t be long now. ‘The wrestlers, they sucked and fucked hard, huh?’
‘Shit, yeah. It was brutal. It was so fucking hot I jizzed my roommate’s bedspread, didn’t even see it coming.’
Mira’s clit was burning, and she licked her fingers then went back at it. ‘What did he do?’
‘He didn’t care. He was all about the porn, just stroking his dick like lightning while those wrestlers went at it. I watched him then. I don’t think he even remembered I was in the room. His hand was just a blur on his cock, up and down. Fuck, that flapping sound and the guys on screen grunting and swearing …’
Angus let go of Mira’s tits and grabbed her waist with both hands. He bucked up from below so hard his cock banged against her outer limits. She squeezed his length with her pussy muscles and he threw his head back, groaning. With any luck, they’d come together.
‘You liked that, huh?’ Mira rubbed her clit so hard it burned, but she was so close she couldn’t stop now. ‘You liked watching that dude jerk off on his bed? You liked how it sounded, with his hand flying up and down his cock? You liked the way he throttled his shaft and just fucked that tight little fist until …?’
‘Fuck, yeah!’ Guiding her motion, Angus bucked his hips up and pulled her down hard, like he wanted to split her in half with his dick. ‘Jesus, fuck!’
The pulpy, throbbing mash of Mira’s pussy clutched his length, convulsing around him while she gave her clit a final, forceful stroke. She screamed words that weren’t words, just sounds. Her brain was too fried for words. God, she couldn’t take any more. Her bud was too tender. She’d worked it too hard, too fast. It was blazing now, screaming, and she covered it with her hand on the off-chance that Angus might reach for it.
Falling off on one side of him, she panted, breathless but eager for everything yet to come. When she managed to speak, it was to tell him she had this friend called Nathan …
* * *
‘I always said I’d do anything for you.’
Mira would have blushed if she were the type. ‘Nathan, honey, you are precious.’
Angus sat like a boulder in Mira’s overstuffed chair, every so often leaning forwards to poke at the wax melting down the side of her candle. He hadn’t touched the cheeses, but he’d downed a hell of a lot of wine. She went to him, sat close by and tossed an arm around his shoulder.
The mood in her living room was growing too dense. What could she do to lighten it? ‘So, Nathan, you just about ready to suck Angus’s cock?’
Both men looked at her, stunned. They knew what was on the schedule for tonight, but hearing it like this, out in the open, seemed to shock them. Angus and Nathan certainly avoided looking at each other.
‘Whatever you want,’ Nathan murmured. ‘This is all for you, remember.’
‘All for you,’ Angus emphasised.
At least they were agreed on something.
‘Oh, you boys,’ Mira clucked, downing a good glug of merlot. ‘Sex is supposed to be fun, remember? Don’t take it so seriously. I’m getting depressed over here.’
Nathan perked up, probably because he truly would do anything she wanted. If she wanted him to look pleased, he’d look pleased. And, for Mira, that was good enough.
‘Angus,’ Mira went on. ‘Tell me what you like about Nathan.’
Angus looked up at her, seeming either terrified or deeply amused. ‘I just met the guy. What do I know?’
‘You know what he looks like,’ Mira said. ‘What about his looks?’
With a shrug, Angus gazed at his feet. ‘I guess his hair’s OK.’
Nathan’s hair was shiny and black, styled like a slick ocean wave.
‘What about his body?’ Mira pressed.
‘I don’t know,’ Angus said directly. ‘He’s got clothes on.’
Mira clapped her hands, forcing laughter. ‘Looks like Angus wants you to strip!’
Why couldn’t this be easier? She felt like she was walking through quicksand, trying to orchestrate this threesome.
‘Well, if I have to strip, I’m gonna need some music,’ Nathan said.
Mira jumped up from Angus’s side and found something with a steady beat, then turned up the bass until she could feel the music throbbing in her pelvis. When she looked at the men, she could tell they felt it too. On her way back across the room she dimmed the lights, setting a mood they could all presumably work with.
‘Get up,’ Mira said, pulling sluggish Angus from his chair. ‘Let’s dance.’
Angus was not a dancing man, but Nathan was, and he led them both, jumping and gyrating as he tugged off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. All the while, Angus stuck by Mira, pressing his erection against her ass, hugging her hard around the waist. She couldn’t help but wonder if it was the music or Nathan’s exuberant strip show that was getting Angus’s cock so hard.
Nathan’s body was lean but not scrawny. He had the muscles of a cyclist, one who worked consistently over time, not in short bursts, not like Angus. Angus was burly. Nathan was slim. And Mira was curvy. They were quite a threesome.
When Nathan had stripped to his black jockey-boxers, Mira turned in Angus’s arms and started tearing off his clothes too. Before long, she was the only one still fully clad, though this flimsy little dress could fall off at a moment’s notice and she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Only thigh-high stockings, but they hardly needed to be removed.
Her naked men concentrated on her, dancing so close she was sandwiched between them. Now it was Nathan’s hard cock pressing against the crack of her ass as Angus’s erection whacked her thigh. She loved the way his dick moved of its own volition. It reminded her of a puppy dog’s tail.
When Nathan kissed Mira’s shoulder, she felt Angus breathe in sharply and she knew he was jealous. They’d talked about all this, but talking wasn’t doing. And of course her current beau would be jealous of another guy touching her, even if that guy was just a doting friend.
To assuage his anxieties, Mira turned her face up and met Angus’s lips with a torrid kiss. She consumed him, knowing if this kiss was hot enough it would sizzle his grey matter. He’d be left with nothing but desire, and they would share that desire three ways. This was going to work. She’d always wanted to be with two guys at once, and tonight was the night.
As one big writhing mass, they moved around the room. When Angus fell into the centre of the couch, Mira extracted herself from between the men, feeling the sweat and density of the atmosphere on her skin. Clinging to her man, she watched Nathan sink between his open legs.
Nathan didn’t look up into Angus’s eyes. He looked down at Angus’s cock. As he wrapped his long fingers around the shaft, Nathan leaned in and took the tip between his thick pink lips.
Angus gasped, running his hand through Nathan’s ocean wave.
Nathan squealed when Angus pulled his hair.
Mira clung to Angus’s arm, watching her man guide Nathan’s head up and down, away and against. When he sputtered, she worried.
‘Nathan, are you OK?’ she asked.
Nathan didn’t even come up for air to answer affirmatively, ‘Mmmm-hmmm!’ He did nod, however, and raise his free hand in the air to give a thumbs-up.
Maybe Angus had been right on the money when he talked about gay porn being some kind of outlet for violence. Maybe gay sex was the same way, because Angus really seemed to be working the guy, and Nathan was eating it up, so to speak.
‘You like that?’ Angus taunted. ‘You like sucking my fat cock, you little shit?’
Mira looked on in mortified amazement.
‘Mmm-hmmm!’ Nathan cried out around the erection filling his throat.
‘What?’ Angus asked again, pulling Nathan’s hair until his cock fell from between the poor guy’s lips. ‘Don’t mumble. Do you like my cock?’
‘Yes!’ Nathan replied without missing a beat. ‘I love sucking your huge fucking cock.’
‘You want to choke on it?’ Angus grunted, letting Nathan’s face fall back down on his dick.
‘Yes, please!’ Nathan cried before wrapping his lips around that thick shaft once again.
Mira wouldn’t have said Angus was going easy on Nathan before, but then he took her poor friend’s head in both hands, clutching it hard. Her intestines tied in knots as she watched her man buck up while simultaneously pulling Nathan’s face down against his crotch. Nathan sputtered as Angus fucked his throat, and Mira clung to her man’s arm, feeling those big muscles writhe with each frenzied motion.
‘Are you sure you’re OK?’ she asked again.
Two thumbs up this time. Nathan was gagging on Angus’s cock, but he seemed to love it.
‘Oh, I’m gonna fill your puny little head with jizz!’ Angus roared, pressing his hands against Nathan’s skull. His muscles were twitching now. He wasn’t joking.
‘No!’ Mira pleaded, pushing Nathan away from Angus’s cock.
Nathan looked up at her, his eyes buggy as he gasped for air. ‘What’s wrong?’
That was a good question. Mira had a sinking feeling the answer was too complex to pinpoint right this second. Something about the men’s voracity, maybe? She felt left out, like she would never be a part of their action, or even fully understand it.
‘I want a turn,’ she said, which was also true. A simpler truth. ‘Fuck me, Angus. I want that big cock in my tight little cunt.’
Mira could talk the talk, and Nathan skittered out of the way so Angus could walk the walk. She turned around on the couch, knelt against the cushions, stuck her ass in the air and flipped her short dress up over it. The moment Angus found his way behind her, he smacked her throbbing wet pussy lips, and she jumped at the hot sting.
‘Did that turn you on?’ Angus asked. ‘You like watching?’
‘I love watching,’ Mira said, though the imagined scenarios in her mind had been very different from this real one. Was she expecting more sentiment? Romance? Something?
His cock pierced her like a fiery dagger, and she winced until she got used to the huge swell of it. She could actually feel it pulsing as he moved inside her pussy. Moaning, she pushed the straps of her dress down her shoulders. When her breasts were exposed, she leaned over the back of the couch and pinched her pebbled tits, sending streams of pleasure down to her clit.
‘I’ll do that,’ Nathan said, less a suggestion than a demand. He grabbed her nipples, hovering so close his hard dick bobbed against her chin.
‘Suck it,’ Angus commanded, and she did, without even thinking. She wrapped her fist around Nathan’s firm cock and took the tip between her lips.
Nathan thrust in her throat, pulling on her nipples all the while, rocking in her mouth. Angus squeezed her ass so hard it hurt, as he rammed his hard cock to the farthest edge of her clutching cunt. She squeezed her pussy muscles around his length, hugging him hard, but she was too wet to hold on and he moved like a piston.
Men everywhere. They were taunting her, teasing her, fucking her pussy and her mouth. Nathan pinched her tits hard, then rolled them between his fingers as he moved between her lips. She sucked him hard. She wanted him to come.
Angus, too. She bucked back into the saddle of his hips, feeling the fullness of his cock spreading her wider than she’d ever been. Her breasts swayed beneath her, even as Nathan held them in his hands, and she sucked that boy so hard she felt a pulse throbbing on the underside of his dick.
Fuck, he was coming. Fuck, so was she!
Mira hugged Angus’s fat cock. Her pussy convulsed around it as Nathan blasted hot jizz across her tongue. She swallowed the series of streams that followed while Angus gripped her hips and groaned. If she didn’t know better, she’d have said she could feel the wet heat of his come filling her pussy. Creamed from both sides, and all she could do was take it!
Angus pulled out of her sopping, throbbing pussy and they both groaned. Mira let Nathan’s cock slide from her lips and fell sidelong across the sofa, her dress bunched up on her belly. She watched them, their swaying bodies and glassy eyes, and she laughed. ‘That was incredible.’
Nathan smiled too widely for Angus’s taste, and her man scowled and asked him, ‘Say for real now: why are you here?’
‘Because,’ Nathan answered, leaning against the back of the couch. ‘I would do anything for Mira.’
Angus appeared satisfied with that response. He nodded, and then gazed down at Mira and smiled. ‘That makes two of us.’