Dima slid to the side, out from under them both. Paul had plastered himself over Lizzie’s back, his mouth nestled against her temple. He wrapped one arm around the front of her shoulders, holding her breast.
In unison they turned their heads to watch him. Identical sleepy-eyed lust darkened their gazes. Dima roughly caressed the muscle-bound span of Paul’s upper back. The man’s pulsing moves made small tendons and ligaments twitch as far up as his lean shoulders.
It might be pushing the other man too far, but Dima couldn’t help himself. He stepped up behind him, carefully adjusting his cock to lay in the crack of Paul’s strong ass. Sweat dampened his skin and made thrusting easy. The pressure wasn’t enough to come, but sweet Virgin Mary did it go right to Dima’s brain, making him lightheaded in the best possible way.
So much of it was the strength in Paul’s body. The rock-hard length of his back. He moved like a young god, everything pure and bright.
Sweat dampened the edges of Lizzie’s hair as she tossed it over her shoulder. She hooked one hand backward, sliding over Paul’s hip and barely grazing Dima. “Holy hell, that’s dirty,” she moaned.
Paul’s shoulders twisted on a shudder. He bowed until his forehead rested on Lizzie’s nape. Beyond his thrusts into her cunt, he didn’t draw away from Dima’s pressure. There’d be an opportunity there. He’d only have to take the right steps.
Leaning one knee on the couch, he kissed them both, one at a time. Wrapped his hand around the back of Paul’s neck and took. Sank his fingers through Lizzie’s sweat-dampened hair and swept his lips over hers.
Lizzie lifted a hand and tucked it along his jaw. Her eyes drifted shut. Their kiss turned sweet, despite the fact that she was currently being fucked by another man.
Or maybe because of it.
They’d come to such a strange place. Across four months, no matter his mistakes or his plans, Dima had been unable to pull them forward. They had been stuck in a painful limbo. Until their sunshine bartender stepped in. Maybe to help pull them free.
Dima retreated a pace, letting them work together. He fucked into his own hand. “Harder,” he ordered. “Harder, Paul. Until she comes.”
Lizzie moaned again, louder. Paul screwed into her, his hips twisting. “And me?” he asked. His voice was deep, so rough through and through.
Dima tucked fingertips under the bottom of the man’s ass, where hair lightly dusted the tops of his thighs. By contrast, Lizzie’s thighs were softer and smoother than cream.
“What about you?” He knew, of course, but he liked the talking. Liked the openness. At any other moment, such openness became too difficult. In the middle of sex, all bets were off. He could say anything he liked.
“I’m going to come soon,” Paul groaned.
Dima tucked his smile down, not letting it escape. He liked finding a limit. Even in such a moment, Paul wouldn’t beg. “You too. Come. Let her feel how she affects you.”
Locking one arm low around Lizzie’s hips, Paul gripped the back of the couch. She squeaked a near scream as he used the leverage to slam into her. The lovely, lithe bands of her muscled arms braced her. Her head rocked back, resting against Paul’s shoulder—but it was Dima she watched.
Out of the corner of her eyes, she tracked him. He shifted to the side to watch them both. The bunch of Paul’s ass as he thrust. The way Lizzie’s breasts bounced and her flat stomach clenched and released. Her mouth glistened.
Dima stroked his cock harder, keeping time with them. With his other hand he tugged on his balls. Sensation rocked him up on his heels, but he didn’t give up. Barely blinked. The two of them, together. More than hot. Sexier. Filthier in the best sort of way. The hollows of Paul’s thighs into his ass were matched only by the flat length of Lizzie’s waist. The beautiful moving canvas of Paul’s ass was a work of art.
Her eyes went wide. She turned her head to fix on Dima. “I’m coming. Christ, I’m gonna come so hard. Dima.”
He grinned. Clenched harder. Stroked faster. “Good. Go with it.”
She bit her bottom lip. Her voice spiraled into a soft, choked scream that arrowed all the way down to Dima’s guts. Just that quick, he blew over with hot jerks of pleasure. Shivering sensation rammed down his spine, took over his brain in a razor-sharp haze. His come streaked across them both—Lizzie’s hips and Paul’s ass.
That was apparently enough for Paul. He buried his face against Lizzie’s hair and drove his cock into her one last time, coming on a long groan.
The three of them collapsed in a sweaty heap on the couch. With one hand still encircling his shrinking cock and his other fingers tucked into the damp hollow behind Lizzie’s knee, Dima started to feel strange.