Scarlet heard Tate rifling through his bag, but she didn’t open her eyes, too carried away by Roman’s kiss. She felt Tate’s gaze on them, but he didn’t seek to interrupt or to join. She recalled their first time together in Walt’s house, how moved she’d been simply by watching Tate and Roman kiss.
Roman broke the union of their lips with a slight start. Scarlet opened her eyes and saw that Tate had moved behind Roman.
Roman had confessed after the wedding that she and Tate had been his first ménage and that Tate was his first male lover. She’d been shocked by that, considering Roman was a legacy, while she and Tate were not.
While Tate and Roman had kissed and touched, they’d yet to consummate their own relationship. So far, all penetration had been her pleasure. It was apparent from Tate’s position beside the bed, he intended for that to change this afternoon.
Tate’s eyes collided with hers, and she grinned when he gave her a quick, covert wink, wiggling the tube of lubrication in his hands.
Roman glanced over his shoulder. “Don’t skimp on the lube. We have plenty.”
Tate and Scarlet both laughed, but the sounds soon morphed to moans when Roman turned and resumed their kiss, while Tate took his time preparing Roman for sex.
Scarlet considered breaking off their embrace to move into a better position for watching her two men, but Roman’s kisses were addictive.
“Jesus,” Roman muttered, his lips moving against hers.
“What’s he doing?” Scarlet whispered.
“Three fingers,” Roman said through gritted teeth. “Three…” His words ended on a groan. “So fucking…God! So fucking good.”
She heard the sound of a condom wrapper and she shifted to the side slightly, still torn between wanting to be an active participant and being a voyeur. Then, once again, the reality of what her future held struck again. She had years to be with them, but there was only going to be one first time between her husbands, and she wanted to see it.
“Wait,” she said, as Roman gripped his cock, guiding it toward her opening. “I want to watch.”
Roman had clearly played this out another way, but he didn’t attempt to stop her as she shimmied out from under him, moving to the center of the bed and propping herself up on the pillows.
Tate shook his head in obvious amusement. “You okay there? Need us to pop some popcorn or something?”
She gave him a regal wave of the hand, a queen gesturing for her subjects to amuse her. “Continue.”
Tate gave her a mock salute before turning his attention back to Roman.
Roman’s eyes drifted shut as Tate gripped his cock, dragging the head of it along the slit between Roman’s legs.
Roman moaned. “Tate.”
Scarlet sat up straighter, then crawled on her knees until she was closer to them. While she wanted to watch, she needed to touch as well. She cupped Roman’s cheek and turned his face toward her, kissing him softly. Then she reached out to stroke her hand over Tate’s tight, firm ass.
“Do it, Tate,” she whispered, giving his ass a squeeze as she pushed him the few inches required to close the distance between him and Roman.
Roman stiffened as Tate pressed the head of his dick just inside his anus, then he cursed, pleasure and pain merged together in his tone.
Tate tightened his grip on Roman’s hips as he slowly, inexorably pushed in until he was fully lodged in their fiancé’s ass.
Roman released a long breath, his eyes closed tightly. Scarlet watched as he fought to adjust to the unfamiliar invasion.
“Okay?” she asked, her mouth right by Roman’s ear, so close that she couldn’t resist nipping the lobe playfully.
“So fucking good,” Roman said. “Tate?”
“Yeah?” Tate asked.
“Move. Now.”
Tate didn’t need to be told twice. He retreated from Roman’s ass and when he returned a second time, it was faster, with more force. Her men moved together then, Roman shifting back toward Tate’s inward motions.
The room was filled with the sounds of their grunts and curses. Scarlet remained beside them, watching as she ran her hands all over both of them, their skin becoming slick with sweat from their exertions. She slid her hand under Roman, down between his legs to fondle his dick. Roman’s breath caught, but he didn’t say anything.
Tate continued the relentless thrusting of his cock, and she got to feel as Roman’s dick twitched in time with Tate’s rhythm.
They both jerked when she reached between them with her other hand, her fingers exploring the place where they were joined. She placed one finger along either side of Tate’s cock, her fingers pressed to the tight, stretched skin of Roman’s ass.
“Fuck, Scarlet,” Tate said, his eyes locked on her hand, his breathlessness telling her he was close to coming.
“Come, Tate,” Roman said, not bothering to make the words anything less than a command. “Come inside me and then I’m going to fuck our beautiful fiancée.”
Roman hadn’t finished speaking before Tate slammed inside him once, twice, three times more, his face contorted in bliss as his climax crashed over him.
Tate remained frozen inside Roman’s ass for no more than a half dozen heartbeats before taking a step away from the bed, withdrawing.
Roman wasted no time dragging Scarlet beneath him once more. Her private peep show had ensured she was aroused, ready, as Roman shoved to the hilt in one thrust.
“Roman,” she cried. “God, yes.”
He fucked her like a man possessed, heedless as Scarlet’s nails scored his back in her need for something to hold on to.
Her body began to quiver, her orgasm hovering right there...just at the edge.
Tate returned from the bathroom and decided to give her a taste of her own medicine, his hand slipping between her and Roman, stroking her clit.
Her back arched as electricity coursed through her body, sparked along her spine. Being struck by lightning wouldn’t have felt as powerful, as potent.
Roman came with her, her name sounding like a prayer on his lips.
Oh yeah. She could do a lifetime of this.
When Roman pulled out,
