Rule of Three by Kelly Jamieson Page A

the visual. He always loved to watch her give him head. Seeing her pretty mouth stretched wide around him, her cheeks hollow as she sucked, was such a turn-on, and when she lifted her gaze to meet his, fire streaked through him. He surged into her, reached down to cup the back of her head. His balls tightened, the base of his spine tingled…so close…so…
    And the doorbell rang.
    Fuck!
    Kassidy drew back, eyes wide, mouth wet and shiny, lips parted in sexy surprise. “What…”
    “Christ. It’s Dag.”
    And he rolled out from beneath her, to his feet, and hitched up his pants.
    “Shit.” Kassidy fell back against the couch cushions, eyes closed, breasts rising and falling.
    “No kidding, shit.” Heart hammering in his chest, balls throbbing, he thrust a hand through his hair then strode to the door and yanked it open.
    “Hey.” Dag walked in, arms full of shopping bags and the big cartons containing the curtain rods. His gaze skidded over Chris, fell on Kassidy, her clothes rumpled, mouth swollen, then came back to Chris, dipped to his unfastened pants. “Uh…”
    “Never mind.” Chris shut the door with a disgusted shake of his head, his cock still hard and aching.
    “Sorry…I…”
    Chris shook his head. “We’re not ready yet. Just got home. Help yourself to a beer while we change.” And he grabbed Kassidy’s hands, tugged her up off the couch and practically dragged her into their bedroom. He shut the door, turned her around and pressed her against it with his body.
    “Chris!” His name was a whisper. “Stop! We can’t…”
    “Gotta finish, sweets,” he muttered, kissing her jaw, her neck. Urgent need pulsed in him and he fumbled his pants open again.
    “God, Chris, Dag’s right outside! He’ll hear us…”
    “Don’t give a shit.” He mumbled the words against her flesh, trying to get her shorts undone and off. The zipper rasped down and he skimmed them down her legs, let them fall to the floor. With one foot he dragged them away then lifted her thigh. “Come on, Kass. Unh…” He took hold of his cock and pushed into her.
    She wrapped her legs around his waist, head thunking back against the door. “Oh god…”
    Harder and harder he thrust up into her, vaguely aware of the way the door rattled with each stroke, her wet heat taking him. He held her by her ass, pinned her to the door, fucked her hard, right there, with Dag only a few feet away. For some reason that thought spiraled his excitement higher and the orgasm he’d been so close to earlier edged closer.
    “Come for me,” he groaned beside her ear. “Come, Kass.”
    She slid a hand between them to find her clit, taking care of herself. Yeah. Oh yeah. The low sounds coming from her throat were loud in his ear, but that was because she was right there, her mouth right beside his head, and he swallowed his own cries of pleasure as he poured himself into her.
    “Jesus,” he gasped moments later. “Jesus.”
    Kassidy’s hands gripped his back, holding herself up, and he released her and let her slide down till her feet touched the floor. He leaned his forehead on the door above her head, panting, her fingers digging into his flesh.
    “Okay, now we can get ready,” he finally rasped, and she gave a choked laugh.
    “God, Chris. I can’t believe we just did that.”
    “Sssh.” He kissed her mouth. “I needed that.” Nothing better than fast, hard sex to relieve a little stress.
    “Oh, me too. Me too.”
    They moved apart, a little sweaty, semen leaking onto Kassidy’s thighs.
    “Now I need a shower,” she complained, shoving her hair back. “And there’s no time.”
    “Don’t shower,” he murmured. “You look good. And I want to smell you like this all night.”
    Her eyes closed briefly. “God, Chris. You’re insatiable.”
    “Hell yeah.”
    “I can’t go out like this. I’ll have to wash up.” And she disappeared into the bathroom.
    He followed her, because he needed to wash up too, and because—now