Perfect Fit Series

Chapter 4-1

Chapter Four

Taryn couldn’t remember being this excited or nervous entering into a new s****l relationship. This afternoon she’d been worried Caleb was only interested in a one- night stand, but now she couldn’t imagine any of them getting this out of their systems any time soon. The trick was going to be making sure that when the time came, they all parted amicably.

The conversation in the living room had made her a little uncomfortable. She’d never had such a discussion with a lover, let alone a potential lover, even Ricky. They’d just bumbled along, learning each other’s likes and dislikes through trial and error. Now that she thought about it, it was stupid. If you were willing to share body fluids, surely you should be capable of discussing your wants and limits with that person, rather than risk misunderstanding. It hadn’t been easy, but now that it was over she felt less nervous and more anxious. Her estimation of Caleb rose even higher.

She led the way into Richard’s master bedroom, then stood to the side so that the men could enter behind her. They stepped inside and Caleb closed the bedroom door. For some reason that struck Taryn as very important, like he was saying from now on they were in his territory and they better be prepared to do what he said. She shivered.

“Richard. Taryn. You’re mine now. You understand?”

They both nodded.

“Say it.”

“Yes, Caleb,” they answered simultaneously. Though his expression didn’t change, Taryn could tell he was pleased by the response.

“Taryn, undress Rick.” She didn’t hesitate. She turned to Richard and started to work on his tie. Their eyes met and she saw excitement with an edge of nervousness, and gave him a tiny smile, knowing he probably saw the same in her. Her fingers shook and she jerked, nearly choking Richard when Caleb came up behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders. He squeezed gently and she realized she’d stopped moving. She resumed her task, pulled the tie loose and began unbuttoning Richard’s shirt.

Caleb’s hands moved to the zipper at the back of her dress and she had to concentrate very hard to get the last of the buttons open. She used her hands to push the shirt off Richard’s shoulders, sliding them down his arms, taking strength from the familiar feel of him. The sleeves caught at the wrists because she hadn’t unbuttoned the cuffs, and she growled in frustration. Her breathing was heavy, and so was Richard’s. She glanced at him and saw that he was looking over her shoulder at Caleb with heat in his eyes. It was a little strange to see that heat directed at someone else, especially when she was standing between them, but a shiver of excitement raced through her.

Taryn felt cool air at her back and realized that Caleb had brought her zipper down without actually touching her. She fumbled with Richard’s cuffs and finally freed his shirt just as Caleb slid his hands into her dress at her waist. His skin was warm with small calluses, which raised goose bumps on her arms. She realized he wasn’t moving, probably because she had stopped as well. She forced her hands to Richard’s belt and Caleb resumed his upward path, his fingers curled to her sides, his thumbs tracing her spine.

She ripped the belt off in record time and attacked the button and zipper, while Caleb remained unhurried. Looking up, she saw a bead of sweat roll down Richard’s temple and she was impressed by his restraint at standing still while she and Caleb were able to touch. She would have liked to touch more but it surprised her that she had no desire to ignore Caleb’s directions and hurry things along. Apparently Richard felt the same because his hands remained at his sides.

Taryn eased a hand into Richard’s slacks to cup his enormous erection so that she could pull the zipper down safely. Richard’s d**k practically leapt into her hand and she definitely was tempted to say hello, but Caleb had paused again. When she removed her hand as soon as the zipper was down, he moved on to her bra. She held her breath as he traced the band with his thumbs, then continued on his journey, his fingers curling in so that his knuckles brushed the sides of her breasts.

She pushed Richard’s pants down, making sure his boxers went too. They dropped to his feet and she stood still, quivering, while Caleb’s hands curved over her shoulders and sent her dress down to puddle at her feet.

“Kick them away, Rick,” Caleb said, his voice only slightly betraying his arousal.

Richard did as he was told, toeing off his shoes, then kicking them, his slacks and his boxers away, so that he was left only in his socks, which he quickly removed.

Caleb tapped Taryn’s right thigh with his fingers and she lifted her leg. She could feel him gently maneuvering her dress away from her foot. He tapped her other ankle and she switched legs. Her dress now gone, she was left in her bra, panties, garter, hose and heels. Richard glanced down at her and smiled. He started to reach his hand to her, then stopped, his eyes widening. He looked over her shoulder again and dropped his hand.

Caleb came around from behind Taryn, looking Richard up and down very slowly. He came in close so that he was touching both of their thighs with his, laying one hand on Taryn’s bra strap, idly caressing the flesh underneath. He leaned in and kissed Richard, resting his other hand on the curve of Richard’s lower back. Taryn’s heart felt as if it was going to beat right out of her chest. She licked her lips and whimpered as Caleb feasted. She could tell the moment that Richard came to his senses enough to kiss back. The heat ratcheted up a notch and Richard’s hand came up to rest on Caleb’s chest.

Caleb backed off from the kiss, giving little mini kisses until Richard’s eyes opened again and he was steady on his feet.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since you walked into the restaurant,” Caleb said.

Richard licked his lips. “I’ve been wanting you to do that since you did it last night.”

Caleb smiled then turned to look at Taryn.

She’d dressed in the fancy lingerie, not sure if it was making her look sexy or just fat, but Caleb’s eyes said that she had managed sexy just fine. That, coupled with Richard’s reaction a minute ago, gave her the courage she needed to keep her hands where they were, even though she wanted to hug them to herself. She fisted them to keep them still. Caleb apparently recognized this victory, running his hands down her arms in approval. He wrapped his long fingers around her wrists and brought her arms up away from her body. She relaxed in his grip, no longer having to concentrate on keeping herself still.

“Richard, we’re going to have to reward Taryn for dressing so nicely for us.”

Nodding, Richard reached a finger out to trace the lacy bra cup. “Seems your style doesn’t need all that much help after all, sweetie.”

Taryn studied Richard’s face, worried that he might be jealous that she had never worn such a thing for him before, but his eyes were glued to her body and he seemed perfectly happy with what he was seeing now.

Caleb transferred one of her wrists to Richard then led her to the bed. He backed her into it so that she was standing with her thighs pressed against the mattress.

“Rick, get up on the bed behind her and hold her hands for me.”

Richard complied, holding her wrists so that they were behind her, her elbows bent. The position thrust her breasts toward Caleb and her n*****s hardened in expectation. Caleb hooked his finger into the cup of her bra, drawing it down until it was below her hard peak, which he promptly took into his mouth, sucking gently. She jerked, then jerked again as she felt Richard’s firm hold. Her heart was going to burst from her chest, it was beating so fast.

“Breathe,” Caleb reminded her, releasing one n****e before moving to the other. He wet that one thoroughly as well, then stepped back to view his handiwork. He smiled, then leaned down again and blew a cool stream on both breasts. Taryn gasped. Caleb drew in close, chafing her with his hard chest, reaching behind her to work the bra clasp. He stepped away, pushing the fabric down her arms as far as it would go while Richard still held her.

Hard hands cupped her breasts and his thumbs flicked her n*****s, causing electric sparks to shoot through her body. Taryn moaned, leaning forward, only to be brought up short by Richard’s hands on her wrists and the bra pulled tight across her stomach. Caleb reached a hand over her shoulder and brought Richard forward for another kiss, rewarding him for his hard work and restraint. Squeezed between them, she didn’t think she’d ever felt so alive, so hot, so ready. Her skin was so sensitized she felt every point of contact from both men and ached for more.

The kiss almost distracted her from the feel of Caleb’s hands sliding back down her body, his fingers untying the tiny bows at the sides of her panties, which were surely soaked through. Caleb pulled back from the kiss, leaving Richard panting in Taryn’s ear. Richard leaned forward, warming her back as he looked over her shoulder and down her body. His warm breath caressed her chest and she tilted her head to rest against his. They both watched as Caleb squatted down to the floor, eased the panties to her feet, and helped her step out of them. He looked directly at her crotch and smiled, then blew gently on her curls, which were soaking wet. He stood up abruptly and Taryn moaned in denial.

“Rick, you can let go of her now. I want you to sit up against the pillows at the headboard, legs wide, so Taryn can sit between them.” As soon as Richard let go of her hands Taryn brought them forward, letting the bra fall off. Not to cover herself, but to touch Caleb. She wanted that damn shirt off, so she could see him.

Caleb immediately caught them up again.

“Naughty girl, that’s not going to do at all. Go sit on the bed, make sure your ass is hugged in nice and tight to Rick’s balls.” She turned to get on the bed, wiggling her ass in his direction as she crawled to Richard. Richard’s eyes were fastened on her breasts as they swayed toward him.

Caleb’s hand smacked her behind. It didn’t hurt but it startled the hell out of her. She looked back over her shoulder at him, but he just quirked his brow. She rolled her eyes. She had to admit, she had pretty much asked for that. Richard’s amused smile in no way diminished the heat in his eyes. She stuck her tongue out at him and he bit his lips to keep from laughing out loud. She turned around and sat in front of Richard, scooting back until she was tight against him. He was a hard heat at her back and she had no questions about how excited he was. She looked back at Caleb.

He had taken off his tie and was climbing onto the bed. He nudged one knee between hers, the other next to Richard’s, so that he was kneeling over both of them.

“I want to see you naked,” she said to Caleb, trying not to pout.

“I second that,” Richard added, his hands coming to rest on her thighs, thumbs moving restlessly over her skin.

“Well then, you should probably stop interrupting me.” His tone was hard as he stood watching them, but Taryn was sure she saw a twinkle in his eye. She gave him a warning glare but kept her mouth shut.

“Taryn, put your hands behind Rick’s neck,” Caleb continued after a heartbeat.

She did as he said, then closed her eyes as he leaned into her, reaching behind Richard to tie her wrists with his tie. He smelled delicious and she missed his heat when he pulled back. She opened her eyes and watched him survey his work. He ran his hand down Richard’s side, along his hip, all the way to the ankle. He lifted the ankle then placed it on the inside of Taryn’s leg, pulling it out so that her legs went wider. He repeated the action with Richard’s other leg. Then he put a hand on each ankle and pulled, sliding Richard down a couple of inches, taking Taryn with him. Taryn could feel Richard’s heartbeat under hers, going a hundred miles a minute. She was lying more firmly against him now, his c**k trapped beneath her lower back. They were both totally at Caleb’s mercy, and he was still fully clothed.