His attention was pulled away from Scarlet when Tate cupped his cheek, turning his face back to him. “Open up,” Tate said, pressing two of his fingers into Roman’s mouth. “Get them nice and wet.”
Roman gripped Tate’s wrist as he sucked on his fingers. He may not be experienced in this realm, but he knew exactly where they were headed next. When Tate started to pull his fingers out of his mouth, Roman tightened his grip, holding him in place as he ran his tongue suggestively over the length of them.
“Fuck,” Tate breathed. It took him a second to gather his wits before he placed his hand on Roman’s shoulder, relinquishing his spot between Scarlet’s outstretched legs.
No instructions were necessary. Roman knew what Tate wanted because he wanted the same damn thing. He bent lower, lightly pushing Scarlet’s hands away so that he could take one of her nipples into his mouth. Roman sucked softly, slowly building the pressure until he hit that line where pleasure crossed over to pain, then back again.
Scarlet’s breathing increased, and she whimpered every time he pushed her over that limit.
He only had a few moments to enjoy her body before Tate distracted him, his large palm covering Roman’s bare ass. Then Tate ran his finger along the crack of his ass, an unspoken request for Roman to part his legs.
Roman shifted, opening up to Tate. He continued to suck on Scarlet’s breasts, shifting from one to the other, but it was getting harder and harder to concentrate on that task as Tate ramped up the play below his waist.
Roman jerked slightly when he felt the tip of Tate’s finger rim his anus. While the finger was wet, Roman knew there wasn’t enough moisture to keep up this sort of play for long.
They’d been fools to start this without lubrication.
Apparently Tate had come to the same conclusion. “Just my finger,” he said gruffly. “This time.”
Roman lifted his head as Tate pressed in to the first knuckle. Scarlet’s eyes met his. Though she couldn’t see what Tate was doing, the intelligent woman was a professional when it came to reading his body language and his soft grunts as Tate burrowed that one finger even deeper.
“So hot,” she whispered again.
“Move up on the bed,” Roman said, ready to issue a few demands of his own. Scarlet shimmied beneath him, sliding upwards until her pussy was level with his mouth.
“Looking for this?” she teased, her grin the perfect blend of sassy and sexy.
Roman went down on her like a starving man diving into a steak dinner. He nipped, licked, and sucked, driving Scarlet to one orgasm, then another. Through it all, he pushed his hips back and forth as Tate drove one, then two fingers into his ass. Roman was in serious danger of coming and no one was even touching his dick.
He fought hard to resist, unwilling to come this early in the game. There were still too many things he wanted to do with them...to them.
Tate must have reached the same conclusion, pulling his fingers out just as Roman was about to lose the battle.
“Ready for the fantasy?” Roman asked, crawling over Scarlet’s body until his dick was level with her mouth.
“So ready,” she whispered.
Roman glanced over his shoulder and saw Tate kneeling between her outstretched legs. Their eyes met briefly and they shared a smile, their expressions those of two men about to share an incredible experience.
“Shit,” Tate said, glancing around the room. “Condom.” He started to move, intent on grabbing his jeans, but Scarlet stopped him.
“I’m on the pill. And clean.”
“Are you sure?” Tate asked, though there was no denying the hopefulness, the delight in his voice. “Because I’m clean too.”
“Me too,” Roman added.
“So sure,” Scarlet said. “Come inside me.”
Tate reclaimed his position, guiding his cock to her opening. That was all Roman saw before he turned back to look at her. Scarlet grasped his dick, stroking it a few times before parting her lips and taking him inside.
Roman bent forward, his hands on the floor above the mattress, giving him purchase, as he shifted his hips, taking Scarlet’s mouth as Tate took her pussy.
When he felt himself getting close, he looked back and realized Tate had adopted his pace, the two of them moving in tandem, their rhythm matching that of the goddamn kid’s song. Although his climax approached, he wasn’t so sure he minded the beat that much after all.
Scarlet was the first to go over, though Roman suspected that was because she’d already come three times and her body was over sensitized, on system overload. Her cries were muffled by his cock in her mouth, the vibrations of them, shoving him into the abyss with her. Tate was mere seconds behind them, his quiet, almost pained curses filling the air.
“Jesus,” Tate said through gritted teeth. “Fuck. Yeah. God.”
Roman moved first, sliding down the mattress until he was lying next to Scarlet. Tate withdrew, though he made no move to lie down. Instead, he watched as Scarlet twisted toward Roman, curling up against his chest, wrapping one of her legs over his, while he rested his hand on her bare hip.
Once she was settled, Tate joined them, dropping down to the opposite side of Scarlet, laying his hand on top of Roman’s. The three of them remained there for a good ten minutes, none of them speaking, simply soaking up the pleasure of lying in each other’s arms.
“I might need you guys to distract me again in an hour or so,” Scarlet said, laughing softly.
Roman chuckled, realizing that for those few minutes, he hadn’t even heard the song. It had become white noise, drowned out by the peaceful thumping of his heart.
Of course, now that she’d pointed it out…
“Worst kid’s song ever,” Tate said disgustedly.
“I don’t know about that,” Roman interjected. “That theme to ‘Lamb Chop’ was pretty bad too.”
“Ugh.” Scarlet shuddered slightly. “The song that never ends. Yeah...that might have been worse.”
Tate snorted. “Definitely would have been. So would a Christmas
