The Stagers Page 4

  His groans prompted her to continue to suck him deeper. Rewarded with his first drops of pre-come, she realized he’d come if she didn’t change the dynamic. What she wanted most was to have him fill her with his cock. Reluctantly, she stood, reaching to take the condom from his hand. Kissing him could be habit forming. She liked the way he sparred with her, not just swallowing half her face the way her ex did. She got a vision of how she’d twist away from his kisses near the end of their marriage, not willing to submit to his face sucking any longer.

  The image made her still, and she reinforced to herself this was new, and old habits were gone. She could make this into anything she chose. Her hands shook as she tore open the package. Dropping before him a second time, she didn’t resist the urge to suck him just a bit before rolling the latex covering over him. Farrin stood and wrestled with her pants, pushing them over her hips and down her legs. She kicked off her sandals and turned away from him, resting her weight on the edge of the pool table, presenting her ass to him.

  “That’s what I’ve been waiting for.” Van’s voice was light and teasing as his hands roamed over her buttocks and hips. “You have a great ass, Farrin, firm and high. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the day we met at the deli and then again at Lyle’s shop.”

  “Then do it. Fuck me now. Don’t make me wait any longer.” She reached behind her, her hand grabbing for his hips to guide him to her, but his caught her wrist.

  “When I’m ready, I’ll fuck you until we both come. Until then….”

  She was disappointed when he still didn’t enter her, until she realized he was dropping behind her. His fingers pinched her ass cheeks and lifted her slightly, leaving her balancing on the edge of the table. The first swipe of his tongue was light against her pussy lips, the second a bit harder. He continued to lick her, making her hotter than she’d known.

  Farrin accepted it was the idea of the forbidden man in a forbidden location that added to her lust. But deep inside, she wanted to experience this man, to feel his cock inside her body. She wanted him to make her come, something that hadn’t happened for her in a long time.

  Van paused and tugged her pants all the way down her legs and off her, leaving her bared to him, balanced on the ridge of the pool table. Exposed and vulnerable, he lifted her by the hips to rest higher on the table. From this position, his tongue laved her from clit to anus. One of his hands held her tight while the other reached between her spread legs to stroke her clit while his tongue worked her puffy pussy lips. She froze momentarily when he slipped a finger between her pussy lips, and accepted it to her mouth when he offered her to taste her own essence.

  Farrin didn’t know how long they continued, only that her body was covered in a light layer of sweat, and it wasn’t from the heat in the room. “Please, Van, I need to feel your cock.” It was a defined statement of need.

  “Whatever the lady wishes,” he said, rising behind her. His hands centered on her hips, and he slid his cock deep in her pussy on the first stroke. Farrin let out a gasp as his cock spread her wide, adjusting to his length and girth.

  “Oh, God, Van, more please.” He fucked her slow, the ritual of the push-pull making her pussy hotter. “More Van,” she managed, hearing her own voice breathless with want.

  “In time, Farrin. Just relax and enjoy the ride.”

  “But Van, I need…”

  “I think I know what you need. Let me.” His mouth came to the back of her neck, and he sucked a small patch of skin between his lips. “If I’m wrong, next time you take the top.” He stood behind her, his hips against her butt, his cock buried deep within her. With small movements of his hips, he moved inside her.

  “Move with me, Farrin,” he whispered, relinquishing his hold on her neck. She took his lead, accepting his instruction, relaxing back and letting him move her at his whim. “That’s it. Just let me fuck you for a while.”

  To Farrin, this was the longest sexual encounter she’d ever had. In the past, they’d be long done by now. Van hadn’t even started to pound against her, yet she was wetter than she’d ever known, except for the day she watched him fuck Lyle on the web cam in the office. She chose not to share that with him.

  Closing her eyes, she visualized them. Her hips riding the edge of the pool table, Van snuggled up tight to her, his cock buried deep.

  “What will make you come, Farrin?”

  “Fuck me harder, Van. Don’t be gentle. Fuck me like you mean it, like you want to.” She let one hand leave the table and managed to tug her shirt up, baring her breast, pinching her nipple between her fingers.

  “Oh, baby, that’s it. Make me hot. Pinch it harder.”

  “Fuck me harder,” she countered. Farrin wasn’t prepared for Van to pull out completely and turn her around. His mouth captured her nipple and sucked. The tug from his lips went directly to her pussy. Her hand dropped to pump his cock, the condom slick from her juices. In an act of emboldened lust, she brought her hand to her lips and licked her fingers as she might his cock.

  “Do it again,” Van told her, and she did. This time he captured her hand and covered her breast, licking both at the same time.

  “Oh, God, Van, please,” she all but begged.

  “All right for now, but next time I get to take my time.” He released her breast and turned her back to lean over the table. His cock slipped in her pussy effortlessly. He held her hips, his fingers biting into her flesh as he pumped in and out of her in a furious pace.

  Farrin came crying out a guttural sound she’d never heard before. He held her tight and pumped her only a few times more before she felt him pulse inside her. While he didn’t collapse on top of her, he let some of his weight rest on her back, his fingers releasing her hips.

  “Next time on a bed, Farrin. And I get to take my time, licking and sucking you where and how I want.”

  “Yes,” was all she could manage.

  “Good, then let’s get out of here. Suddenly, I’m hungry.” He slapped her butt lightly, and when she started to rise, he held her in place. “That made my cock hard, Farrin. Turning your ass red will definitely be part of the process.”

  “That sounds like a dare,” she struggled to pull her top down over her naked breasts. Her nipples were still hard and protruding through the thin fabric.

  “I don’t dare or make idol threats. If we’re in the same mood, we’ll experiment. You’ll let me know when we reach your limits.”

  “I don’t know my limits,” she said, realizing she said it aloud. “I mean…”

  “Nothing matters but here and now. We’ll explore your limits and mine.”

  “Now?” She didn’t hide the light laugh in her voice.

  “Next time.” He steadied her until she had her balance and dropped his hands. She suddenly felt empty and alone. Turning slightly, she knew her face heated with embarrassment as she glanced around to find where her pants had landed.

  Van pulled off the used protection and walked toward the downstairs bath. When he reappeared, he was composed, his pants in place, his face calm. She was struggling to right her pants before putting them on.

  “Standing like that will get your pussy licked.” He dropped to his knees before her and took several long swipes of his tongue along her pussy, pausing to suck her clit lightly. When he stood, he watched her struggle to get dressed. His fingers pumping her breast didn’t help her concentration.

  “Let’s get out of here. How about something to eat?” His tone was so casual, she almost laughed.

  “I could eat,” she told him as they set the pool table straight and made sure there were no hints of their fucking left around. They were about to leave when Farrin spied the top of the ripped condom package under the table. She walked back and grabbed it, tucking it in her pocket.

  “Good catch,” Van told her, palming her butt as she ascended the steps in front of him.

  * * * *

  It was oddly surreal for Farrin to sit across from Van in the diner and feast on hamburgers an
d diet soda. Their conversation was mostly about their work. She noted he shied away from personal topics, so she didn’t push for information. She would, however, hit the computer later and delve into his past as much as she could. The Internet was an amazing place once you learned how to search correctly. She’d look for information on the farm he’d told her about, maybe find his old wedding announcements. Anything that would give her insight into his personality.

  After all, he had the luxury of knowing a lot about her history from Lyle. The one thing she did know was she wouldn’t press him for personal facts about Van

  Chapter Seven

  The new project had gone well. The home was typical of coastal Florida, large outdoor areas accessing the pool and dock, the view of the open water still exhilarating to her.

  In the past weeks, she’d become comfortable flirting with Van, and with Lyle, but in a different way. She was confident about her work, had several months’ worth lined up. Farrin decided this was her time in life to experiment on a personal level. Each time she had sex with Van was a new adventure. It was always in a different place and a different position. With the fear of reprisals gone, she’d let go and started to truly experience sex just for sex. Van was an amazing teacher. He was never hurtful or reckless, just uninhibited. It was easy to follow his lead and just enjoy.

  She’d been invited to Sunday brunch at Van’s, knowing Lyle would be there, too. It was almost like being invited to the men’s club, for she knew they got together every Sunday. In her wild dreams, she imagined what they did together on those hot, lazy afternoons. Maybe today, she’d find out.

  She’d seen his home before, applauded the simplicity of the design and staging. But she truly appreciated his view of the open waterway, without neighbors close by to hear their every word or watch through a fence. Or hear her every groan and cry of pleasure, she corrected.

  They ate on his deck, enjoying the heated day and food. They talked of nothing and just relaxed. Farrin was wondering how to bring up the subject of sex with both men. It was still in her mind, the images still prevalent, even though she enjoyed having sex and making love with Van. It had become the forbidden act she wanted to explore.

  Van was in the kitchen when Lyle came and sat beside her on the lounge chair. “He’s quite a guy, don’t you think?”

  “Obviously I do. And I’m sure by now you know I’m…we’re…”

  “Fucking? Of course I do, but he didn’t tell me. I have an innate sense for that kind of thing.”

  “And you’re not upset?”

  “I have no right to be, Farrin. I learned a long time ago that with Van, you take what he offers but don’t ask for commitments. If you can agree to that, he’s an amazing man to be with.”

  “Which is why you still date Nina.”

  “Nina is my fall back. And I’m hers in different ways. That’s why we get along. We both serve a need the other has.”

  Farrin struggled not to be blunt but decided that might just be easier. Get to the point and see what his reaction would be.

  “Any needs I could service for you?” Farrin saw the look on Lyle’s face change, and she swore his eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

  “Maybe you should be more precise before I assume.” He tried to tease, but she noted his cock hardening against his leg, his tight bikini bottoms becoming smaller. She reached a hand and stroked his cock through the cloth. She stared directly at Lyle, and he smiled.

  “This is what you want, Van, isn’t it? The three of us together?”

  “I didn’t know you realized I’d come back.”

  “Of course I knew. I don’t go around grabbing men’s cocks unless there’s a purpose.”

  “What would you like to have happen, Farrin?”

  “Everything. I want to experience the two of you every and any way we can.” She reluctantly left Lyle’s cock alone and stood. “Isn’t that what this has been building up to, or am I wrong?”

  In unison, both men said, “You’re not wrong.”

  She smiled and drew a deep breath. “Don’t be gentle with me, men. Just fuck me until I can’t come anymore.” With a trembling hand, she reached behind her and unclipped her bikini top. Then she untied the string at her neck, letting it fall to the patio. Using both her hands, she lifted her breasts, pulling them higher and together, dropping her head so just the tip of her tongue lapped at each nipple in turn. “Does that do anything for either of you?”

  Farrin wasn’t sure where this new found freedom came from, only that it was long overdue. “I’d like to suck your cocks,” she said, moving to a wooden bench in the shade, waiting for each man to walk to her. When they did, she stripped down their bathing suits and captured a cock in each hand. Van was long and thick. Lyle was a bit smaller. She used her hands to pump each one before leaning forward and taking the head of Van’s cock between her lips. Then she switched to Lyle’s.

  Back and forth she went, devouring their erections with her mouth and pumping the other. Van leaned down and captured her breast in his hand, rubbing her nipple between his fingers. Lyle followed suit and soon the three of them were a haze of hands, lips, and cocks.

  She stopped suddenly and both men waited for her direction. “I need a cock in my pussy,” Farrin told them and dropped both their erections. “Where Van?”

  “Let’s go inside. Nobody needs to get sunburn.”

  She led the way, not sure where her confidence came from, knowing only that she wanted this more than anything she ever wanted before. The cooled air swamped her as soon as she opened the sliding glass door to the lower level, Van’s man-cave of sorts. It had comfortable seating around a large television and a full bar ran along the back wall. She glanced to the other end of the space and decided against the pool table. Been there, done that.

  The door closed behind her, and she knew both men stood close. Van stepped up, snuggling his hard cock between her buttocks while Lyle moved in front of her. His fingers slid her bikini bottoms down her legs and steadied her as she lifted each leg, his laugh light hearted when he tossed the scant material over his shoulder. Lyle stayed on his knees before her, his hands skimming over her hips and thighs. His tongue traced along her pussy lips, first lightly then with more pressure. Soon he was suckling her clit with abandon.

  She dropped her head back against Van’s shoulder and relaxed against his body, his hands doing marvelous things to her breasts. He pinched her nipples between his fingers and made small jutting motions with his hips.

  Farrin didn’t allow herself to think about the aftermath. Instead, she went with the moment, a moment she’d created. Turning, she was able to kiss Van’s mouth while Lyle continued to lick her pussy. She groaned when he slipped a finger inside her.

  “Oh, baby, you are so hot and wet.” He added a second finger and pushed her over the edge into a small orgasm. “That’s it, Farrin, come for me.” He lapped at her pussy, licking her clean before sitting back on his heels.

  Van lifted her against his body and walked to the center of the seating area. He gently lowered her to the soft carpet and knelt beside her. Her hands reached to his cock and guided it to her lips. Lyle moved between her legs, pausing only to encase himself with a condom before pushing inside her in one smooth motion. She felt her muscles grip against him and felt his cock surge fuller within her walls.

  With each inward push, she sucked Van deeper down her throat. “You’re gonna make me come, Farrin.”

  “Then come for me, Van, and switch places with Lyle, so I can suck him while you fuck me.” The men moved positions without question. She noted Van paused to protect her, and she felt the difference when his cock entered her. She was fuller than with Lyle.

  Lyle pulled off his condom and moved beside her head. She tasted his pre-cum and sucked him deeper. “That’s it, Farrin. Swallow my cock. Make me come.”

  She didn’t give a verbal answer, instead renewed her efforts while Van continued to pump her. It all became too much, and soon she was
clenching around his cock, milking him deep within her. He came with a grunt and relaxed over her, his sweat-covered chest resting against her belly. Lyle came the instant she used her hands to lightly twist his testicles. She managed to swallow his load and collapsed onto the carpet. He dropped beside her, his hand lazily stroking her breast.

  “Holy crap,” she uttered and both men laughed. “Well, did we do this right?” Her hand closed over Lyle’s, transferring more power to his touch. He took her hint and rolled over, taking her nipple in his mouth.

  “I’d say you’re the one to answer if we did it right. What else would you like?” Van looked up at her with a mischievous grin.

  “I’ve got several ideas.”

  “Share them with us, Farrin. How else will we know what you want?”

  “I’m thinking of lots of scenarios. I don’t know which one to choose. Actually, I chose this one. Someone else should decide.”

  “You two figure it out. You’re the stagers.” Van left her and moved behind the bar. Returning shortly, he handed each of them a cold bottle of beer.

  “If I’m the stager today, I say we jump in the pool and see how creative we really are.” Lyle stood and offered her his hand, helping her up. He gave her a cryptic smile, and she watched him hand Van his beer bottle. In the next breath, she was being tossed over Lyle’s shoulder as he headed for the outdoor pool.

  * * * *

  Van brought three cold beers to the poolside and watched Farrin and Lyle cavort and play in his pool. He settled on the pool steps, his lower legs in the water while he leaned back and let the sun’s heat warm him. In a glimmer of a thought, he realized Farrin was more than just a new conquest or playmate. He wasn’t jealous of the way she and Lyle interacted, more he realized she wasn’t a disposable woman. She had intelligence and class. She was a woman he could spend quality time with. A chill ran through him even though the afternoon warmed them. It was a chill of realization, emotions. God, how he hated when emotions emerged. They always got him in trouble.