Kirby stopped by the store on his way home Friday night. He’d decided to make one of Davis’ favorite meals, chicken and yellow rice, hoping it’d help things go more smoothly. It was also easy to make and he could spend more time talking with Mel.
When she arrived, she did so with a small tote bag slung over her shoulder. He greeted her with a kiss and they were soon laughing together in the kitchen. Davis had already been home and in his room when Kirby got home, but upon hearing Mel arrive he emerged and joined them in the kitchen.
Kirby didn’t even mind. It was just so good to have her there and not have to be worried about how Davis would handle it, or how she’d handle Davis.
After dinner, Davis once again disappeared to his room, leaving them the rest of the house.
“So what did you want to do?” she asked after she helped him clean up the kitchen.
He smiled. “I think someone mentioned practicing rope bondage.”
“That sounds great.”
“Is the living room okay? We can spread out.”
He grabbed the duffel bag he’d repurposed for his rope bag and brought it out to the living room. Then he put a soft rock music station on the cable box for them to listen to as they settled onto the floor, where he’d moved the coffee table out of the way.
She pulled off her shirt, revealing nothing underneath. Now topless and dressed only in her shorts, she dropped her shirt off to the side and smiled at him.
“Ready when you are, Sir.”
He had to beat back his erection. “You’re tempting me, woman.”
“I hope so, Sir.”
He leaned in and kissed her. “I’ve got an appointment next week for my doctor.”
“So do I, but I brought condoms and I’m on the pill.”
He suppressed the soft moan. “Good,” he whispered. “Because either we’re going to do something, or you’ll get to see what I look like masturbating, and I don’t care which.”
This time, she leaned in and kissed him. “Maybe we have time for both between now and tomorrow.” Her green gaze bored into his. Tonight she’d worn her red hair down. It fell just past her shoulders, but as he started uncoiling rope she pulled a hairband from her pocket and put it up in a ponytail.
And that’s when he realized he could barely remember a damn thing from class. Especially not with all the blood in his body pooling in his cock. It didn’t help that she was half naked, because he was trying to be a gentleman and not grope her despite her doing her best to teasingly bump her breasts into his hands as he worked.
After twenty minutes, Kirby silently swore as he stared at the partial rope harness he’d tied around Mel’s torso, including gauntlets around her wrists that kept her arms tied to her chest, crossed in front of her.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I can’t remember how he said to secure it.” He tried one thing, that didn’t seem to look right. “Sorry. Want me to untie you?”
She cast a smile over her shoulder. “Not really. I’m okay.”
“Don’t let your hands fall to sleep, please. Tell me.”
He continued fussing with it for nearly another twenty minutes, his frustration growing. Davis emerged from his bedroom, presumably on his way to the kitchen. He cut through the shortest route, between them and the TV, and stopped, staring at them.
“What are you doing?” Davis asked.
Kirby stared up at him, mentally willing him to go.
“We’re playing Yahtzee. Dude, what does it look like we’re trying to do? We’re trying to replicate the chest harness from class.”
Davis actually rolled his eyes. “That’s not how he said to do it.”
Before Kirby could react, Davis walked over, took over, immediately undid about half of what he’d done, and in literally less than three minutes total had correctly finished tying the harness.
Then he straightened and continued his trek to the kitchen.
Kirby, wide-eyed, exchanged a shocked glance with Mel.
Together, they both said, “Wait!”
Davis turned. “What?”
“How’d you do that?” Kirby asked, amazed.
Leave it to Davis to show him up yet again, without even meaning or trying to.
Which was usually how Davis showed him up. It was never deliberate, it just…happened.
“I did it like Scrye taught in class.”
Davis started to turn toward the kitchen again, when Kirby once again stopped him. “But…how? You weren’t even paying attention. You were reading.”
“I watched.” Davis cocked his head. “You don’t remember his instructions?”
“Apparently not. Can you start over from the beginning and show me again? You did it so fast just now I couldn’t tell what you did.”
Davis started to walk over, then hesitated. “I’m sorry, Mel. I should have asked you both if it was okay before I did that. My apologies. I hope I didn’t upset you.”
“It’s okay,” Mel assured him. “I didn’t mind. Really. Please? I’m having fun. I trust you guys. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”
Kirby breathed a silent sigh of relief that she wasn’t upset.
Davis still hesitated. “You’re topless. You don’t mind if I touch your breasts?”
“You can touch more than that.” She went pink in the face and turned to Kirby. “Sorry. I just…I’m so comfortable around both of you, it just kind of popped out.”
“That’s all right,” Davis said. “We’ve shared a woman before.”
“Dude!” Kirby screamed.
“What?” she asked.
Kirby closed his eyes and silently groaned.
There it was. He’d let himself grow complacent, and Davis had managed to nuke this before he’d even slept with her.
Worse, he now had a killer set of blue balls.
Well, he’d had a set of blue balls. With that revelation, everything had shrunk and his balls were proactively trying to crawl back up inside him for protection from the ass-kicking Mel was probably about to administer to him.
He wouldn’t blame her, either.
Kirby opened his eyes to see Davis staring at him, brow furrowed. “You didn’t tell her that?”
“Tell me what?” she asked.
“Not yet I hadn’t,” Kirby said.
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
“Tell me what!”
Kirby took a deep breath and bit the bullet. “We had a two-month ménage relationship with a woman when we were in college. She graduated at the end of term and went back to Iowa, where she was from.”
Mel looked from Kirby to Davis and back again. “So…what you’re saying is that you two are no strangers to ménages.”
“No,” Kirby said.
“That would be correct,” Davis said at the same time.
Kirby didn’t continue and suspected if Davis said something before Mel did, he’d be tempted to get up and punch him.
Mel pursed her lips before the bottom one caught under her teeth for a moment. “I mean…have you noticed I have poly friends? It’s not a shocker. I’ve never had a ménage. Sooo…” She shrugged, glancing at Davis and then meeting Kirby’s gaze. “That’d have to be your call, Sir,” she softly said. “I wouldn’t say no if you were both okay with it.”
Kirby wasn’t sure he hadn’t just had a brain aneurysm and wasn’t dead and this was part of some otherworldly reward.
“You’d…be okay with that?”
“Only if both of you are. I wouldn’t want to upset you guys. As long as you guys weren’t sleeping with anyone else, I wouldn’t sleep with anyone but you.”
“You’re…okay with that?” Kirby repeated, still unsure he’d heard her correctly.
“Only if you both are. I really like both of you. If it’s going to cause a problem between you, then no. But if it’s okay with you both…”
For a moment, the image of her sandwiched between them and screaming their names while they both fucked her threatened to resurrect his wilted cock to a full-on screaming erection.
He had to admit that no other sexual experiences he’d had since Jennifer had lived up to how hot that had been.
He couldn’t speak for Davis in that, though.
“I’m okay with it,” Kirby said, finally looking up at Davis.
He stared at them for a moment. “What?”
Kirby wanted to wring his neck. “Were you just paying attention?”
Mel giggled, saving Kirby from having to strangle his brother. “Would you like to join us, and I don’t just mean for some rope work. I mean hanging around after for some fun. Meaning sex.”
“Oh. Yes, I’d like that. Thank you.”
Maybe this wasn’t cautious. Maybe this was stupid.
But Mel already knew she wanted this. Not just Kim and Mason and Cole, but several others she’d met through Venture had poly relationships, including Chelbie, who was with two brothers.
Davis had been on his way to the kitchen for a glass of ice water, since he didn’t have ice in his fridge. He went to get that and then brought it out, set it on the coffee table, and sat in front of her where Kirby had been unwrapping the rope from her.
Kirby was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, while Davis just wore shorts. As Davis started tying the harness, this time going slower and explaining it to Kirby as he went, she noticed that Davis frequently glanced at her, into her eyes, holding her gaze briefly before continuing. He didn’t grope her, but as she started moving to intentionally make contact with him, he started to linger in some places.
Behind her, Kirby would frequently lean in and kiss the back of her neck as they worked together, Davis patiently going over the technique with him.
In twenty minutes, the full harness had been tied, only Davis had slightly altered the design, capturing her breasts and making them stand out, her arms tied lower, crossing under them.
She turned and kissed Kirby, leaning in and pressing her body against his. She hadn’t anticipated things moving this direction with the brothers, but like hell would she turn down the opportunity now that it had presented itself. It might be the only chance she ever got, and she’d gone through several sets of batteries over the past few weeks while fantasizing about this exact scenario.
When she sat up she stared at Davis. His brown gaze met hers, unflinching.
She leaned in and kissed him, moaning when he reached up, gently cupped her chin, and took over the kiss, slanting his mouth over hers. He was a damn good kisser, a pleasantly unexpected discovery.
Behind her, Kirby moved in closer, pulling off his shirt and his bare chest pressing against her back as he nibbled along her right shoulder.
When she opened her eyes, Davis was staring into hers and she felt her heart slip.
Yeah, she’d be a liar if she said she didn’t have feelings for Kirby, but it was quickly becoming apparent to her that she’d be just as big a liar if she said she didn’t have the same feelings for Davis.
“Where are the condoms, sweetheart,” Kirby whispered in her ear.
Davis lifted his mouth from hers just long enough to let her answer before kissing her again. “My bag, Sir.”
Kirby got up and disappeared, quickly returning and resuming his position behind her. There was something so freeing about being bound and at their mercy. She instinctively knew if she asked them to stop that they would, no matter what.
She didn’t want them to stop.
She wanted them to take her and break her in the good ways, get her out of her head, drive her into that subspace she’d read so much about but had never experienced before.
Davis released her mouth and lowered his head, taking her left nipple into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. She moaned, her clit now throbbing and rubbing uncomfortably against her panties. Kirby slowly lowered her to the floor and joined his brother, sucking her right nipple into his mouth. Together, the men teased her, every pull of their mouths sending jolts of pleasure to her clit.
One of them reached between her legs and firmly pressed his hand against her mound through her shorts. She immediately started humping against it, the pleasure shooting through her nervous system nearly overwhelming.
“Yes!” she gasped, wanting more, wanting them.
* * * *
In a way, Davis was glad he was doing this with Kirby. He knew under the circumstances that Mel might not understand him or his actions, and Kirby could stay with her and cuddle if he found he needed to get up and leave because he felt overwhelmed.
Right now, he was interested in discovering her erogenous zones. He’d started at the obvious, her nipples, and knew from the sounds she was making and the way she was humping his hand that she was enjoying it.
The fact that she started begging them for more confirmed it.
He unfastened her shorts and started easing them down her hips without losing her nipple from his mouth. He alternated gentle sucks with lightly nipping and grazing it with his teeth, pulling it into a hard, pebbled peak.
She arched her back and pushed up with her legs, allowing him to more easily get her shorts off. With her hands bound he was careful to go slow, not wanting to go farther than she was ready in case she changed her mind.
He’d never do that.
Her panties already had a wet spot on them, which he felt as he traced her through the thin fabric. She let out another moan and tried to hump his hand again, but he teased her, using a light touch and enjoying the sounds she was making.
After teasing her like this for at least fifteen minutes, he sat up and touched Kirby’s shoulder to get his attention. He wanted to get the rope harness off her so her hands were free. Not just for her circulation, but because he wanted her hands free for other things.
She kept trying to kiss him, so he gently caught her ponytail and turned her to face Kirby so he could kiss her and keep her busy while he untied her. Once she was free, he took her hand and placed it over his groin while he laid her back on the floor again and returned to her nipple.
On her other side, Kirby followed suit.
Her hand lightly squeezed, exploring through the fabric of his shorts and briefs. He reached down, covering her hand with his and squeezing more firmly, rocking his hips against the friction. It felt good having another hand down there, even better that it belonged to Mel.
Eventually, he released her breast again and moved down to her panties, nuzzling her through the fabric and edging her thighs apart with his hands so he could settle in. He didn’t pay attention to what Kirby was doing, but from the way her moans were muffled, Davis assumed Kirby was kissing her again.
Let’s see if I can tease her into an orgasm.
Using his teeth, he gently traced her clit through the fabric, knowing it would probably work from the sound of her moans and the way she tried to rock her hips against his mouth. He flicked his tongue up and down it, then sucked through the fabric.
She let out a squeal, followed by a long, rolling moan. Her back arched and he suspected that had been orgasm number one.
He loved the noises she made.
Now having tasted success, he settled in, still not removing her panties, and tried to make her have another one like that. It took about ten minutes before she did, but he was satisfied with that.
Then he lifted his head and eased them down her thighs, sitting up so he could get them pulled all the way off her legs before he lowered his head to her mound again.
Now instead of trying to make her come he was interested in memorizing the territory. She shaved except for a short landing strip above her clit. That left him free to slide his tongue up and down between her lips, dip into her pussy and taste her, circle her clit, explore the extremely sensitive region just under her clit hood—everywhere.
He glanced up her body. Kirby was kissing her, his hands massaging her breasts, fingers playing with her nipples. It looked like she had a death grip on Kirby’s head.
He lifted his mouth from her flesh. “Put your hands over your head,” he softly ordered.
She immediately complied and his own cock twitched. He couldn’t wait to fuck her. He didn’t know if there’d be double penetration on the menu tonight, but he hoped they got to the point where both of them were fucking her at the same time. He loved the way it felt making a woman come on their cocks, how every wave of pleasure transmitted directly from her body to theirs, the closest he’d ever get to understanding how a woman felt when she came.
But for now, he started licking her again, gently sucking her pussy. Before either of them fucked her he knew Kirby would want a chance to make her come like this, too. Maybe several times. With Jennifer, they’d taken turns forcing orgasm after orgasm out of her until she was nearly exhausted before they finally fucked her. Otherwise, she’d still be ready to play and they’d be worn out.
Unless Mel proved that approach wrong, he’d go with what he knew worked successfully in the past.
Although he was smart enough not to say that out loud.