Tuesday, August 9, 2011



I can't believe what people let me get away with.

I don't give Bridget a moment to consider the situation as I pour her out on the bed and trap her beneath me.  She needs to be pushed toward this.  I make her look at me though - her eyes heavy and dark with satisfaction.  There’s no way she’s had enough yet.  Then I graze my palm over her pale skin and put my mouth to the prize.  Like licking a lightning bolt.  Sure she just went, but she can go again.  It won't be the last time tonight.  

She twists her fingers into my hair but doesn't steer - she's not sure yet what I can do.  And generally I don't need any direction down here.  

Over on the chair, physically and emotionally stunned, Sidney lies in a heap around the shape of what used to be Bridget’s body.  He did well, and it's obvious to me that Bridget really cares for him too.  That's part of the reason I am here.

Between two people, sex means a lot of things.  Between three... well it's just danger and excitement and something crazy you did once.  So when it's over, you can almost write it off. I am their out, in case this isn't something the two of them can handle.

See, I'm not so shy as everyone thinks.  I've shared girls before and watching Sidney and Bridget together had me straining to keep my hands from my own body.  You learn so much observing people at their most vulnerable - it’s intensely intimate.  Bridget knows that because of her work and now, I know all about her.

Let me start from the beginning.  

I used to have a thing for Bridget.  She's got an empathy that most people lack and I've always been the sensitive one.  While other guys felt embarrassed after her seeing them bleed and cry, it actually turned me on to know she had seen my lowest points.  A great friend wrapped in a beautiful girl - what more could I hope for?

But after most of the guys had moved on, when they only propositioned her every other day, I noticed that Sid still looked at her that way.  They became closer and anyone could see he was falling hard.  Something about the futility of it - she worked here, he'd never pursue it - was tragic and beautiful.  I realized that it hurt him every day to be around her, but he wanted it more than anything.  So I turned away.

But that doesn't mean that I'm immune to her charms.  She’s still here, the scent of her skin drugging me as her full breasts lift with every breath.  Long road trips always yield at least one dream of those blue eyes, usually looking up from somewhere around my cock.  I'll never have Bridget to myself - it's just not meant to be.  

But I will have part of her tonight.

Back to the story at hand.

Sidney told me that Bridget had never climaxed from traditional sex.  The Frenchman in me saw a disaster, the athlete in me saw a challenge.  And I saw my opportunity to get something for myself while maybe helping Sid get what he's been too scared to ask for all this time.

I let him decide.  I wondered if he would follow me to her room, and what would happen if he didn't.  Would I still knock?  Would I still offer - no insist - that she let me try?

Of course I would.

But would she say yes if he wasn’t part of the bargain?

Sid waited a long damned time.  He had to run to catch me.  And then he threw a curve ball that I never saw coming - he kissed her right off the bat.

Well two can play that game.  If he wants the trophy, he'll have work together.

Bridget tastes like honey.  I lap along the length of her pussy, slowly dragging the rough surface of my tongue along her feverish skin.  Then I delve inside, the flesh even softer, and taste the desire she spilled for Sidney only minutes ago.  I want this to be quick, I want her to feel one burst of pleasure on top of another so she knows there is so much that she's been missing.

I spread her thighs wide and blow cool air over her before rolling her tiny nub between my lips.  She bucks against my face like she wants more.  I drive my tongue into her then drag it around the edges while she rubs her ass into the mattress.

"Kris," she finally says.  I know it kills Sidney to hear that but it makes me ten times harder.  She'd better go soon or I'll be skipping ahead in this book.

I lick and nibble and rub and breathe.  I hum against her clit, making her back arch as she tries to fuck my mouth.  But I don’t even lift a finger.  I side my face lower and dab my tongue along the puckered skin of her backdoor.  She strangles back a cry, twisting and writhing.  Sid is sitting up, watching us, probably jerking off and wondering if I'll let him stick his dick in her mouth.  I won't.

"Bridget," I say, kissing her milky inner thigh.  "Tell me you want me."

"Fuck me Kris, oh God please just...."

I do, but only with my tongue.  I push hard and wriggle into her clit, the way she wanted his thumb to move.  It works the same and soon her hands are twisting fistfuls of blanket as she fights to stay on the bed.  

Then I disappear.  I take her ankle in one hand and kiss the indent just above her foot.  My other hand holds her thigh down so she’s spread open on display for me.  She curses again and I drag my lips up the back of her calf.

While Sidney was busy kissing her before, I was stripping off her clothes.  Those tiny green shorts gave up more easily than she did to his fingers.  Behind her knee is a hot spot, and I take advantage of my insider knowledge.  She squeals as I rub my bearded chin into the crook.

“Kris, please,” she pants.

“Oui, cherie.”  And I oblige her.  This time I don’t tease around, I go right for the gold. Her clit rolls slick between my lips before my tongue catches the tiny divot and begins to flick.  She heaves against me and I drive a straight course as fast as I can until she’s thrashing.  The taste of her changes, her ass cheeks squeeze together as pressure builds between her hips.  I’m merciless.  Her thighs are tense beneath my hands but she can’t shake my grip.  I hold her open and I make her come for the second time in twenty minutes.

She sobs out a cry that’s half breath and almost quiet.  Her body spills onto my tongue and I ride her right through it, drawing out every ounce of sensation locked away in there.  Her fingers feel amazing as they twist in my hair and try to stop me from fucking her.  But I keep on moving my mouth.

“Yes,” is all she can say.

When finally she’s still, I press a kiss below her belly button and lay along her side.  The sheets are mangled.  Sidney is still in the chair, a hand over his face like he’s ashamed of what he’s seen.  Or jealous.  I pull off my shirt, wipe my face and drop it on the floor. One hand traces up the length of Bridget’s bare leg, over her abs and the soft pink of her hard nipple.  Right to her face and along her bottom lip.  Then I lean over and, with the taste of her on my mouth, kiss her deeply.

“I’m going to make you come so hard you see stars.”

Sidney grunts in disagreement.  He won’t say no, since we’re halfway there and he’s been raised to never rock the boat.  But he doesn’t like me sharing his girl one bit.  Too bad for him Bridget’s hand is locked around my wrist like she wants what I want, right now.

I let her guide my hand down her stomach and right between her legs.  She bucks, wanting penetration, but I stroke her soft entrance with slow, deliberate movements.  Sidney’s eyes follow my hand - I’m cheating, taking something that was his alone until now.  But she’s begging for it.  My beard rasps against her shoulder as she grinds into my touch.

“Chaton, we need to see how you do it.  We’re going to fuck you and you’re going to make yourself come.”

The captain’s face is white as a sheet.  It’s showtime and he’s ready to run for the hills.  Well, if he could run with the massive hard-on that’s tenting his pants.  The only thing in the whole world that Sidney Crosby cannot have is currently naked and three feet away, her mouth open and the word ‘please’ on her tongue.  I’ve served up his girl on a silver platter, now he just needs to take that first bite.

Bridget comes around a little, sliding a hand under her head and looking over at Sidney’s bloodless face.  I swear to God she smiles.

“Do you want him?” I ask, still grazing fingertips over her sex.

She nods.  Sidney gulps so hard his Adam’s apple bobs, but his eyes are focused on her like she’s a sudden death overtime.  I brush my mouth along the hollow of her neck, sure that he can hear in my voice what it feels like to stroke her pussy.

“Do you want him inside you?” My finger drags between her wet folds.  “Want to feel yourself come all over his cock?”

She bites her lip, struggling to consider anything but the width of my finger currently snaking into her core.  But she does want him, more than anything, and I’ll make sure she knows it before she gets him.

“Who gets to take you first, Bridget?”

Instead of answering, Bridget peels herself off the bed and wobbles slowly to her feet.  I watch him watch her stand up, naked, and close the short distance between them.  She puts one knee up on the arm of the chair, baring the only thing left secret.  This girl is good.  Then she leans in close and whispers in his ear.


“I want it to be you,” I tell him.  I’ve been stripped of literally everything and honesty is all that’s left.  “I want you first.”

His dark eyes swim with fear and desire.  It’s a dangerous cocktail and we are both drunk on it.  The most kissable lips in the world part slightly and I know that if I don’t have him now, I will never want anything ever again.

“Sidney,” I run my mouth along his strong, square jaw, “let me feel you.”

He’s so hard he can barely breathe.  I don’t need to ask, but I want this to be his choice.  I was an innocent bystander when Kris knocked on the door, and a victim of circumstance when Sidney kissed me.  Now I am in this all the way - accomplice to this crime.


One second he’s on his feet, towering over and around me with the colossal body. The next he’s on top of me, flat on the bed.  Those brown eyes flash.

“From the front or the back?” Kris asks.  This time he comes close, sitting above my head.  Sidney instinctively leans away as Kris strokes the hair at my temple.  “I will have you the other way.”

This is what dying feels like.

So much has happened, in my body and my mind.  And now I’ve just been informed that sex with the man of my best dreams will be followed by sex with the man of my dirtiest dreams.  That alone should be enough to make me come.

Sidney answers for me.  “I want to see you.”

Kris sets up as audience on the second bed.  I lock my eyes on Sidney and let his kiss block out the world.  It’s on my lips, my collarbone, the underside of my breast.  He works out of his pants then drags my nipple slightly between his perfect teeth and I hiss.

“Feel good?” he purrs, gaining confidence.  His hands don’t tremble and his breathing deepens.  I hope Kris likes a show because we might forget he’s over there.

“Yes, baby.”

“Mmm, I like that,” he says and nips my breast again.  He tugs my hands up over my head, wraps his huge hand around both wrists at once and holds fast. The other hand returns to the scene of it’s crime and those two thick fingers again press deep inside me.  Sidney’s voice is low, his head on the far side of mine.  Kris can’t hear.  My eyes roll back but he’s the one who says, “I’ve always wanted this.”

“So full of secrets,” I scold him.  He’s palm-deep in my snatch and an hour ago I didn’t even know he liked me.  With a flick of his wrist he sends a shower of sparks through my stomach.

“I’ll make up for it tonight.”

He draws those two fingers nearly all the way out, catches my folds and spreads them.  The wide head of his penis teases me open.  I swear his body temperature could melt glass.  Another inch slips inside.  I haven’t seen or touched it but just the hint of his penis is huge.  

“I want to feel you come.”  His voice is husky, his eyes black.  With a stroke of his hips, Sidney tears me in half.

He moves and I cry out, not in pain but in surprise, all the breath torn from my lungs as he drives himself into every available inch of me.  Smooth and long, his shaft is rock hard and I’m surely stapled to the mattress.

“Ohmygod,” he moans.  “You’re so tight.”

“Don’t stop,” I sob.  If I regain my sense this might hurt.  I might even want it to.

The solid wall of his chest holds me down beneath the onslaught.  He moves deliberately, the way he does on the ice, like he’s controlling everything with his mind.  Maybe later we’ll work on that.

Today we’re here for my problem.

And it might not be a problem much longer.  With two massive arms crossed under my shoulders, Sidney slowly pumps in and out.  His breath is hot on my neck.  His mumbled words are compliments, promises, curses and demands.  My fingers barely dent his arms where I cling to solid muscle and try to stay within swinging distance of that magnificent ass. His lips are never far from mine.  I breathe from his mouth and he owns me completely in that moment.  Each kiss is a message that he doesn’t want to share with Kris.

At the same time, I feel the intense need in his body.  Not just to climax or make me do the same, but the physical need to be with me.  Even if he’d never said a word, I’d know now that he’s wanted this a long time.  That knowledge threatens to overwhelm and sink me - I’d better live up to his expectations.

Suddenly he pulls out with a wet pop, grabs my ankles and drags me to the edge of the bed.  He’s back in to the hilt a heartbeat later and I scream on impact.  His feet are planted on the floor as he thrusts away at me, laying flat on my back.

“Touch yourself,” he says.  From where he looms over me, it’s the best view in town.  His enormous cock sliding home into my pussy, coming out dripping, and my fingers working hard and quick to keep up with him.  His stare is so intense I think he might burn me.  The sight of his huge sculpted form, every muscle flexing in concert to my benefit, makes me delirious.

So many things are working at once.  Sidney is perfect - of course he’s perfect, I’ve always known that.  I was just blocking it out to keep from losing my mind.  Tonight I let it go, throw it away even, as it seems like what everybody else is doing.  Then there’s Kris, the mastermind, and whatever I owe him for this pleasure I’m sure he will take from me when Sidney’s finished.  Not that I would have denied him alone.  Only the clench and roll of Sidney’s abs and chest keep me from looking over where Kris lays.

I can’t take credit for close I am.  My fingers are like the last drop that spills a bucket over its brim.  They want to slow down, the draw this out, because it’s just so fucking amazing.  Sidney’s jaw is set in concentration and I’m reminded of those times I just want to hug him.  When he’s so grown up and serious and kind of missing the whole point.  But not here, not now.  Winning is what he does best and I know better than to get in the way.

I watch him, watching us, willing himself on.  Even in this all he knows how to do is work hard.

Please don’t let this be all about winning.

But when he catches me looking his concentration cracks and a shy, embarrassed smile flickers across his face.

At the first flutter, when everything is unstoppable, I grab Sidney's wrist and pull him down on top of me.  He must know too because he pushes his mouth against mine as hard as he pushes his body, one last time.  The last thread of my sanity snaps and I fall.
My head rolls and my back lifts off the mattress.  Sidney wraps his strong arms around me and holds us down, stroking his hips just enough to push me through.  I cry out - not a scream, not a growl, but a half-sobbing noise that is more like surprise.  My body wheels like a roller coaster car, clamped onto him like a track.

Then I feel him go. He pushes his face hard into my neck and whispers, "Oh God."  Then a long, low groan tears itself from his throat as he tries to drown the sound against my skin.

Somehow feeling him is more intense than my own release.  That need I’d felt in him pours into me like a burden finally shared; his spill burns hotter for it.

We both lay still but for pounding hearts and ragged breathing.  Sidney kisses a trail along my skin, then my lips when I finally turn my head.  His cheek presses to the mattress, his lips are swollen and flush from kissing me so hard.  Those dark brown eyes still hold fear, but also disbelief.  A lot of secrets have just been shared and there are still plenty left to learn.


  1. Holy shit...I seriously can't form a complete thought or sentence right now...

  2. Incredible, yet again. I can't wait to get home from work every day to see if there's been an update to this. I'm so glad to see Sid being...well, Sid, but also dirty. And I can hardly wait to see what Kris does! Brava!

  3. Wow amazing!! Love it..I like her connection developing between her and Sidney!:)

  4. Awesome I love Kris in this story, not as shy as everyone always makes him.