"Ow! What the hell was that for?" Derek rubbed his arm where Very had punched him. He was hiding in his favorite café, but somehow Veronica, a red-headed bombshell and a friend of his and Ian's found him. He'd been sitting in his favorite chair trying to read, when violence happened.
"You utter, completely selfish clod," Very hissed at him.
Derek slithered out of the chair and put it between him and the very angry woman glaring at him.
"I may be, but that hardly gives you the right to come in here swinging." Derek didn't like how pathetic he sounded, so he stood up straighter and glared back at Very.
"I can't believe you haven't even met Sophie yet, you little worm. Don't you know how nervous she is? She likes Ian, a lot, and she knows how much he cares about you; you can't even be bothered to say how do you do? What do you think, you'll just march into their bedroom and say let's fuck? Do you think she's going to roll over and take that?"
Derek could see how mad Very was, and he knew how volatile she could be, but she was pissing him off too. He tried not to think about the image she'd just painted for him, but the fact that he could indeed imagine fucking Sophie with Ian made him even angrier. He'd been avoiding those mental images all week, ever since he'd seen her in Ian's living-room.
"She's got you championing her now, has she? Can't she even fight her own battles? First Ian and now you. She must be amazingly good. And no, I have no intention of bedding her. If Ian wants her, he can have her, but I have no interest. She's getting what she wants. She wants Ian and she's got him under her manipulating little thumb. She'll not get me. She may not like it, but Ian was mine first and I'm not going anywhere. So you and she can just take your poor little Sophie act somewhere else because I'm not buying it."
"God! You are such an ignoramus! Can't you see anything beyond your big, fat, selfish nose, you idiot? If you'd bothered to pull your head out of your ass for five minutes you'll see what a great girl she is, what a sweetheart. And Ian genuinely likes her. If you won't at least give this, them, you, an honest chance, I will make your life hell. Do you understand? Do you?"
Derek was shaken by Very's words, though he tried not to show it; "All right, Very, all right. I'll try to be nice to little Sophie. There, see? Feel better?"
Very smiled tremulously. "Yes, yes I do, because I know you'll never break your word, Derek." Standing at the café's door she called back over her shoulder as she went. "And stop hiding in here, you coward. You're pathetic."
"Shrew!" he called after her lightheartedly.
She laughed, closing the door behind her.
Very's words meant a lot to Derek, but he still resented her—resented every moment she spent with Ian, every future moment, every touch of his hand on her, the children they'd have, the love they would share. Jealousy was an ugly thing, and he was too full of it to let it all go at once, maybe too full to let it all go ever. But for Ian he'd try. Derek didn't need to love her, he didn't even need to be her lover, he just needed to find a way to live with her and not kill her.
The first time Ian and Derek shared a woman was similar to their friendship, somehow it just happened, without a plan or discussion. Derek showed up at Ian's dorm-room one night with a rather pretty Spanish exchange student who couldn't understand a word of English.
When Ian opened the door Derek and the Spanish girl burst in, kissing, grabbing at each other; her blouse was loose, and Ian could see her large breasts through her neckline. Derek and the girl crashed on Ian's bed
"Now what?" Ian asked, but he knew, and he wanted it. He wanted to share a woman with Derek. It seemed a natural progression of their friendship somehow.
"Now we fuck." Derek's matter-of-fact statement made Ian laugh.
"Well, that sounds good, but how?"
As his eyes adjusted to the dark Ian could see Derek's perplexed look. "What do you mean how?" The girl was hanging on Derek's shoulder, caressing his chest through his open jacket. "We could take turns, I suppose. Or she could suck one of us and fuck the other."
Ian thought about it. Yes, both of those were options. But if they were going to do it, they might as well do it right. "I want to fuck her together, at the same time."
Derek's eyes widened at Ian's suggestion. "Can she do that?" His voice had a little boy quality to it, as if he'd just found out girls were good for something after all. Ian found himself smiling widely in anticipation of Derek's reaction to what he was going to say next.
"From what I've heard," Ian told him, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he circled the girl and assessed her attributes and willingness, "one of us fucks her cunt and one of us fucks her ass."
"Christ Jesus," Derek whispered in awe, "that's bloody ingenious. Who thought of that?"
Ian burst out laughing. "I've no idea, Derek, but it sounds pretty damn good to me too." The girl had figured out what was going on, and she was standing there sizing the two of them up. She held up two fingers and pointed at both of them. Ian nodded and she smiled broadly, licking her lips. She then proceeded to take off the rest of her clothes.
"Well, it looks as if she knows what she's doing," Derek said cautiously. "I say let's give her a go."
Ian looked at Derek and he shrugged as if to say why not, and then he began to undress as well. Ian loved seeing Derek nude. He was so big, tall and rawboned, with a thick pelt of hair on his chest.
"How the hell do you get all the young, pretty ones, Derek?" he asked conversationally as he watched her get comfortable on his bed.
Derek sat next to her and kissed her on her shoulder while he pried off his shoes.
"I'm young, clean, good-looking and I've the balls to as them. Why wouldn't they?" The girl responded to Derek's attention with a smile and she came up to her knees to caress his muscular shoulders and back. She slid behind him and rubbed her large breasts against his back and Derek closed his eyes and smiled. "Is there anything better than the feel of a woman's naked breasts against you?"
Ian had his own shoes off and was taking his pants off, careful not to be too rough as he was pushing them over his erection. The thought of what they were going to do had him hard and aching. "Probably, but I haven't found it yet," he agreed.
Ian stood to admire Derek, nude; He was absolutely beautiful. He was sculpted of thick muscles from his shoulders to his legs, his torso and hips lean, his buttocks firm. His cock was as hard as Ian's, although Ian had to admit not as big as his. Ian had never really compared his penis to another man's. If Derek's was any indication then he supposed he was rather large. His hand actually itched to bury itself in the thick bush of hair surrounding Derek's cock.
Ian moved to the bed where the pretty girl was sitting waiting patiently and he sat next to her. "What's your name, sweetheart?" he asked, and she frowned at him, not understanding.
"She's pretty and sweet, but she doesn't speak English," Derek said.
"Name?" he said slowly. "Nom?" He placed his hand on his own chest. "Ian. Ian." He pointed at her. "Name?"
"Ah, si," she said, smiling. She placed her hand on her chest, imitating Ian.
"Dolores." She said it slowly, pronouncing each syllable as he had said his name. "Ee-an," she repeated with a hand on his chest. She turned to Derek expectantly.
"Derek," he told her with that wolfish grin of his, and Ian's heart rate sped up. He quickly looked back at Dolores.
"Der-reek," she said slowly and smiled triumphantly, making both men laugh.
"Yes," Derek said, smiling. "Now, kiss." And he leaned in to kiss her mouth.
The girl went willingly into his arms. Derek caressed her cheek with his hand and used his thumb to open her mouth. He kissed her harder, his tongue going deep in her mouth. After a shocked moment, her arms wrapped around his neck and she moaned. Ian ran a hand down her long, smooth back, across her full buttocks and down to the rich delta between her thighs. Her heat and wetness convinced Ian of her willingness. His touch there caused her to tremble and moan again as she pulled away from Derek's kiss. The look she gave them was a little panicked.
Derek caressed her cheek again and gave her a tender smile. She tentatively smiled back, and then gasped as Ian's finger entered her, going slow and deep. She was smooth and hot and wet, like wrapping damp silk around his finger. Her hips jerked as he swirled his finger, looking for her sweet spot. He knew he found it when she shuddered and bit her lip. Ian moved to his knees behind her to reach her better.
"Madre de Dios," she moaned as he pressed against her silken inner wall.
Ian grinned against her hair behind her. "Oh yes, sweetheart, that's right, tell me how good it feels," he whispered, knowing she couldn't understand the words but hoping he was conveying his meaning with touch and tone.
"I love to kiss," Derek whispered, pressing light kisses on Dolores' face and jaw. "I love to kiss a woman's mouth, her body, that sweet, juicy spot between her legs."
Ian chuckled, slowly moving his finger in and out of the girl pressed between them.
"Well, she certainly has a juicy cunt." He placed delicate nibbles along her shoulder.
Ian pulled up from Dolores' shoulder and was inches away from the two mouths dancing in the intricate moves of a heated kiss. He avidly watched Derek's tongue delve into Dolores' mouth, watched her surrender to the wet, tender invasion, her eyes fluttering shut. Yes, Derek loved to kiss. It was in each touch of his lips, each thrust of his tongue, each little nibble on the corners of her mouth. Ian's own mouth watered at the sight and sounds of the kiss. He was overcome with desire, laying his forehead on Dolores' shoulder, moving his finger more forcefully inside her until she gasped and shuddered uncontrollably.
"Christ, Ian, what are you doing to her?" Derek asked in wonder as he watched Dolores' uninhibited pleasure.
"I've found her g-spot," Ian whispered, in enough control now to look up at Derek.
"Her what?" Derek's perplexity was obvious.
Ian's grin flashed in the darkness of the tent. "This is all so I could teach you how to fuck a woman, isn't it?"
"I know how to fuck a woman." Derek sounded offended. Then his grin flashed. "I just don't know how to fuck one as well as you."
Ian's laughter burst out of him. Derek always made him laugh with his brutal honesty, sometimes at his most awful or awkward moments. It was one of the reasons he liked him so much.
Ian shook his head and then explained. "Every woman has a sweet spot inside her channel, one place that if you touch it they go wild. For some it's near their entrance, for others it's deeper, maybe even so deep the only way you can touch it is with your cock. But they'll come like a wildcat if you find it."
"Now that is the sort of thing every young boy should learn," Derek said seriously, making Ian laugh again. "They need to teach that in school."
Ian snorted. "I'm pretty sure most of my teachers didn't know about it, either."
At that moment Dolores grabbed Derek's shoulders tightly, thrusting down on Ian's fingers harder in an age-old rhythm. He moved one finger forward and rubbed the hard nub of her desire, at first gentle but then increasing the pressure until she gave a breathy little moan that quickly escalated into a soft cry as she threw her head back.
Ian could feel her vaginal walls pulsing around his finger, and he thrust in another.
Dolores cried out loudly and pressed hard against him.
"Christ, her nails are leaving permanent marks in my shoulder," Derek laughed.
"I'm definitely going to practice finding that spot on sweet Dolores." Ian leaned over and spread kisses along her nape as she collapsed into Derek's arms.
Ian felt the girl trembling and he leaned over her shoulder for a kiss.
"Damn, we're good."
Ian laughed. "We? I believe I did most of the work."
Derek licked along Dolores' lips. "My kisses helped tremendously." When she opened to receive him, Derek devoured her mouth.
"Yes, I believe they did," Ian agreed in a whisper.
He pulled his fingers out of Dolores, leaving her wet and swollen, and she moaned.
His fingers were soaking with her juices and he glided slowly back to her ass and the tight entrance there. He eased one wet finger in to the first knuckle and Dolores broke from Derek's kiss to cry out in surprise.
"What the hell are you doing now?" Derek asked in exasperation. "I can't see a damn thing in here. Next time we're doing this during the day."
"Would you stop making me laugh?" Ian complained with a chuckle. "This is supposed to be a thoroughly erotic experience, not half-penny theater."
It was Derek's turn to laugh. "Yes, oh great professor of fucking. Now tell me what you're doing."
Ian pulled his finger back and then inserted it a little deeper, gently fucking it in and out. Dolores gave a deep moan and clutched at Derek. "I'm getting her ass ready to fuck."
"Goddamn, I like doing this with you." Derek's voice was deep with desire and rumbled along Ian's nerves, making him shiver.
"Good. Does she?" Ian was being as careful as he could be with her. At this point everything he did was instinctual or theoretical. He'd never fucked a woman in the ass before. The more he played with Dolores' ass, however, the better the idea sounded.
"She's so fucking tight and hot here. Jesus, I'm not sure I can wait."
Dolores' head fell back on Ian's shoulder, her movement pulling Derek forward a little bit so the two were bent over on Ian. Derek looked up at him with an irreverent grin. "Oh, I think she likes it." Derek sobered at the look on Ian's face. "Ian?" he asked, desire throbbing in his voice.
Ian burned for Derek, the sight of him lying against Ian's chest looking up at him with desire written in each line of his face made Ian ache for him. "Kiss her, Derek. Kiss her breasts. I want to watch you."
Derek's eyes stayed on Ian as long as he could hold his gaze as he lowered his head to her breasts. He finally looked away as he turned to kiss first one then the other.
"Lick them," Ian quietly ordered him.
Derek circled Dolores' nipples with the tip of his tongue and then placed openmouthed kisses on the sides of the firm mounds. She grabbed his head and moved him to the nipple on one breast. He licked it with the flat of his tongue and Dolores squirmed with a little cry.
"Suck them." Ian's voice was rough.
Derek opened his mouth and took in Dolores' nipple and sucked hard. She nearly came off the bed. While he'd been kissing her breasts, Ian had been slowly working his finger deeper into her ass. As Derek sucked hard, Ian pressed his finger in all the way and Dolores cried out, spreading her legs wide and pushing back against Ian's hand.
Ian's breathing was hard and erratic. He had never wanted to fuck so much in his life. The entire situation was pushing him beyond all the limits he'd known and obeyed since he became a man. He desired the young, pretty Dolores. He was going to fuck a woman with another man, share her in the most intimate way with Derek, whom he desired more than Dolores. The sight, sound and scent of Derek's passion were driving Ian mad. He was going to fuck a woman in the ass for the first time. He wanted to remember every moment of this so that years from now he could look back and think of it with perfect clarity. The three of them, young, healthy, lusty, exploring and pleasuring one another in ways that before tonight, before Derek, he had only thought of vaguely in a fantasy.
"She's so tight, Derek," Ian whispered. "I don't want to hurt her."
Derek broke off from Dolores' breast, licking and soothing with gentle kisses. He looked up at Ian again, all laughter gone. "Use one or two more fingers in her, Ian, the same as stretching a woman's cunt. You're too big to go in before she's ready." He looked back at Dolores and smoothed the back of his fingers down her cheek. "I think I like her too much to rush this. I want her, I want this." He closed his eyes and leaned over Dolores' shoulder so his face was close to Ian's chest and breathed deeply. His forehead rested on Ian as he kissed Dolores' ear. "Am I making sense anymore? Christ, I'm hurting for you. Hurry Ian, hurry."
Ian needed no more encouragement. He pressed another finger into Dolores and slowly scissored them, stretching her. She sobbed and clutched Derek, kissing his neck, his cheek, blindly seeking his mouth. He gave it to her and swallowed her cries as Ian worked her ass.
"Now, now," Ian panted, pulling his fingers out. Derek grabbed Dolores' thighs and lifted her, spreading her ass cheeks in the process. Ian placed his cock at the tight rosebud there, finding his way by touch. He started to enter her, but Dolores started shaking her head.
"No, no!" She pushed away from Derek with her arms and pulled away from Ian's embrace.
Ian fell back on the bed. He wanted it, but he couldn't force her. "All right, Dolores, all right." He watched in confusion as she turned to him. "Mira me," she said, but Ian didn't understand. She leaned over him and quickly took his aching cock in her mouth.
"Oh God," he groaned, his hand burying itself in her hair as she used her lips and tongue on him. She was licking his hard length, making him wet and slick.
She pulled back and pointed at his cock. "Mira aqui, si?" she said. He shook his head, uncomprehending. She ran a finger down his cock and pulled it away to show him the wet residue of saliva and Ian suddenly understood.
"You're making it easier," he whispered with a shaky laugh. "Si, Dolores," he said, nodding with a smile. "Si." She licked him again and then turned and rose to her knees, holding on to Derek again, who had silently watched their exchange.
"Der-reek," she said, smiling, and slid her arms around him as she kissed the side of his neck. When he didn't respond she pulled away and placed his hands back on her thighs as they were before. "Der-reek," she tried again, indicating he was to lift her up as he had done earlier.
"Ian?" he asked.
Ian moved behind her. "She got my cock wet, Derek, so it would go in easier. Lift her up again."
"Jesus, I think I'm in love," was all Derek said as he grabbed her thighs and spread her for Ian.
Ian laughed but it was cut short as the thick head of his cock slid into her tight passage. He clutched Dolores' shoulders too hard and she cried out. "I'm sorry, it just, God, it feels so good." He let go of her, but then had nothing to hold on to.
"Hold on to me, Ian," Derek said softly. "Hold on to me."
Ian looked over Dolores' shoulder into Derek's eyes and slowly raised his hands to Derek's biceps. The feel of the hard, smooth muscles beneath his hands, the hot, slick skin made Ian's stomach muscles clench. Yes, he thought, this is perfect now. I needed to touch Derek when I was doing this. I needed him to be a part of it. He pushed his cock slowly into Dolores and the feeling was so exquisite that he closed his eyes and locked his jaw with the effort not to come.
Holding on to Derek's arms brought the three of them closer together. Dolores was pressed tight between the two men, and the sound of their breathing filled the tent like a chorus of passion. When Ian's cock was buried almost to the balls in Dolores' ass, he stopped.
"Derek," he panted, "now. Enter her now."
"How does it feel?"
Ian opened his eyes and smiled at Derek. "Fucking amazing. You have got to try this."
Derek lifted one of Dolores' legs high, making her moan. "I plan on it. Here, hold this." He passed the leg to Ian, who let go of Derek's arm and held it up. From where he was kneeling in front of Dolores, Derek tried to enter her but the bed was too small.
With a curse Derek stopped. "Move onto the floor."
Derek carefully climbed off and lay down on the floor. Ian kept his cock buried in Dolores as he followed, he and Dolores straddling Derek. She moaned and grabbed Ian's hands where they were wrapped around her stomach. When they were in place it took Derek only a moment to get his cock into position.
"Lower her, Ian, put her on my cock." Ian lowered Dolores, and found he had to bend her forward and lean over her to keep himself inside. As soon as Derek started to enter her, Ian could feel him, could feel Derek's cock sliding along his own through the thin wall of Dolores' vagina. Derek stopped with a moan.
"Do you feel that, Ian, do you feel me?" Derek said, his voice strangled.
"Mmm," Ian mumbled, nodding. He couldn't speak past the lust crashing through him as he felt Derek's cock jerk inside Dolores. His eyes slammed to Derek's when the other man's hands came up and covered his on Dolores' hips.
"More," Derek whispered. "I want more of both of you."
The words made Ian cry out as he pushed Dolores down on Derek. She gave a short scream, quickly stifled with her hand as her head flew back, her hair streaming down her back. She thrust down hard and Derek's upper body jerked off the floor.
"God, yes!" Derek cried out, grinding against her.
"Slow down, slow down," Ian panted, trying not to join them in their uninhibited fucking. They all froze for a moment, their breaths slashing through the quiet of the tent.
Derek's head fell back on the floor. "Do something Ian, quick. I can't stay like this. I—God!" Dolores had moved on Derek, pulling up until he was almost out of her.
"Ee-an," she moaned. "Ee-an." She tried to push him back awkwardly.
"Yes, si, I understand." As she moved back down on Derek, Ian pulled out, the two cocks sliding past each other inside her, the added layer of sensation making Ian shiver and Derek moan. Without words, the three began an intricate dance, one cock in as the other pulled out, fucking Dolores and each other. Sensations and words murmured in desire all blended until who was fucking whom became blurred around the edges.
Through Dolores Ian tried to show Derek how he felt, while at the same time he tried to please Dolores, to give her a sensual experience that perhaps she had never had before. He wanted to make her cum again and again, he wanted to feel her contract around him. He wanted to hear her cries. But he also waited breathlessly for Derek's climax, to feel his cock spill inside Dolores against Ian's cock, to hear Derek's cries fill the night. He was wild for it, and his thrusts became harder.
Suddenly Derek rose up to kiss and suckle Dolores' breasts. Ian stopped his movements, glad of the reprieve. He wanted this fuck to last forever. He ran his hand through Derek's sweat-slick hair unselfconsciously, and then down to caress Derek's broad shoulders, also damp with the heat of their sensual play. Derek arched his back into Ian's touch like a cat and then slowly pulled away from him and Dolores to lie back on the floor. Without speaking they began to move inside Dolores again.
Each time the pressure built until Ian thought he would fly apart they pulled back and began again, over and over. Dolores came, and then came again until she was limp and liquid in their arms.
"Ian," Derek cried out at last, "I can't wait anymore. Please, God, Ian," and then he thrust into Dolores deeply and spilled his hot seed as she contracted around them one more time. She fell forward on Derek's chest and the two of them kissed voraciously as they came. The heat and ferocity of Derek's release combined with the tight spasms of Dolores' climax finally brought Ian. He came inside her so hard he felt lightheaded. It was the most incredible climax of his life. He fell forward on Dolores, but tried to keep most of his weight braced on trembling arms.
After he collected himself, Ian pulled slowly out of Dolores, prompting a moan of relief from the slight woman. Ian chuckled as he fell off to the side and lay down on the floor next to Derek. He threw an arm over his eyes, feeling each ragged breath he drew into his lungs. He was physically exhausted, but he was more content than he'd been since he went to war. What started out as an experimental fuck with his best friend and a one-night stand had turned into the most emotionally exhilarating sexual experience of his life.
"Ian?" Ian turned his head and found Derek looking at him. Dolores was snuggled up against him, her head on his chest, her eyes closed as Derek stroked her hair. They looked beautiful together and Ian's chest tightened remembering what they'd just done.
"What is it, Derek?" he whispered, a small smile curving his lips.
"How soon do you think you can do that again? I want to switch places."
Ian bit his lip to smother his laughter, not wanting to wake Dolores. "Let's let her rest a little bit, Derek. And then, if she's able, we will definitely do it again."
"Fucking yes we're doing it again," Derek said reverently. "I never want to do it any other way again."
Ian closed his eyes. "Neither do I, Derek," he whispered. Not without you, he silently added.