Love and Kink E-Book

Guy New York

• Herausgeber: QNY
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

For three days we drank wine, crawled in and out of bed, and went to the most fabulous parties.

We slept with each other, we slept with our friends, and we walked The High Line in the early afternoon. 

Love & Kink is the story of a perfect weekend in New York City. When Maggie comes for a visit after a long time apart, her and Guy move quickly from love to ecstasy, and almost every place in between. 

From a incredibly kinky party to a threesome with a dear friend, the story follows the two lovers as they find themselves once more enthralled with each other’s company.

Full of power play, love, and eroticism, the story is a deeply personal tale of profound connection detailing the challenges and joys of open relationships and polyamory. From jealously to honest communication, the themes of the story are both romantic and honest.

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LOVE AND KINK

Guy New York

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ISBN: 9781508061823

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Part one

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

About The Author

PART ONE

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“I wish my train came into Grand Central. Penn Station is awful.”

“Why don’t you take a cab there and I’ll pick you up? We can pretend you just arrived and I’ll meet you at the Campbell Apartment. Or we could sneak down to the basement and eat oysters surrounded by wood paneling. Whichever you want.”

“How much time will that add to the distance between me arriving and you fucking me?”

Three text messages were the full extent of our planning. Maggie was coming for a weekend visit, and we hadn’t seen each other in six months. We talked and emailed on occasion, but the months were long enough to leave us wanting. In fact, the months were so long that our current schedule included: arrive, get off the train, go to my place, fuck, and... That was it. That was as far as we got.

We met years ago when I was still bartending and she was still lying down in front of bulldozers. Maggie planned on changing the world one issue at a time, and I planned on ruining my liver before I turned thirty. She stumbled into my bar after finally getting released from a holding pen full of part-time protesters, and she ordered a Maker’s Mark and a glass of water. She was exhausted, sweaty, and gorgeous. She smiled through her anger and frustration and by the end of the night we had breakfast plans.

Our sex was good. That very first time it was even wonderful, but the earth didn’t move and our hearts didn’t burst out of our chests. We scratched and nibbled as our bodies moved, but our orgasms stuttered rather than exploded, and we ended up having a perfectly nice time.

The following afternoon was a different story.

We got back to my apartment after brunch, and a combination of the afternoon sun and two or three bloody marys left us open and honest. When I held her wrists above her head she moaned harder, and when I told her to roll over she called me Sir. The first time I slapped her I thought she might come, and by the end of the afternoon we were bruised, battered, and madly in love.

“I liked when you called me a whore. It made me feel dirty and wanted at the same time.”

“I liked when you whispered “no” into my ear and how you struggled when I made you kneel.”

Every one of our little kinks overlapped and somewhere along the line, we stopped hiding. We talked for hours about what we wanted, and we both said things we had never shared before. She wanted to feel small, used, and loved, and I wanted to move between anger, desire, and jealousy. She wanted to cry without me stopping, and I wanted her to struggle. Sometimes.

After hours of playing, fucking, and talking I lay next to her on my bed unable to move.

“What would make you hard right now?” She touched me with light fingers, and I shook my head. All my normal excuses slipped away so I told her the truth.

“Love.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m completely exhausted, and I haven’t had sex like this in years. But I hardly know you. The thing that feels most taboo right now is love. The thing that shouldn’t be here at all after twelve hours of sex and no sleep.”

“Show me,” she whispered.

I rolled over and softly brushed the hair from her eyes. I looked at her, and I felt every single emotion running through my body. I touched her lips and her chin before caressing her breasts and stomach. I ran the backs of my fingers over her thighs, and I kissed her cheek as my breathing got faster.

“What is it?” Her voice was a whisper.

“I love you,” I said.

The second the words left my mouth she was kissing me again, and I was between her legs. This time I was sliding slowly inside her as she wrapped her arms around me.

“I love you, Maggie,” I said once more, and we moved together like one body. There was no biting, no scratching, and for a while, we simply breathed the same air. I pulled a leg up around me and thrust deep inside her; she touched my cheek. Her eyes stayed open.

I came gently. Long slow shivers ran through my body and my toes went numb. She held me and kissed me as my orgasm slipped into her like a warm spring breeze. I was quiet and awake when I came, and I never lost sight of her deep blue eyes.

“I think I like that kink too,” she said. I pulled her to me and kissed her forehead. She tightened the blanket around us both and nuzzled her face into my shoulder. I held her as she held me and after there was nothing left to say we both fell wonderfully and soundly asleep.

Five years later and I still tell her I love her at exactly the right moment. She still calls me Sir and I knew exactly how hard to slap her ass to make her ready. But she lives in Boston, I live in New York, and the months between visits have gotten longer with each year. Our lives are busy and it takes more time to catch up, but it doesn’t matter. No matter how far away she is and how many months have slipped past without us talking, we find ourselves in bed within the first hour of seeing each other. Okay, sometimes we’re against a wall, in the back of her car, or on my couch. But it’s always the same. Within that first hour, my cock is inside her and every ounce of tension and stress has vanished as our bodies feel the familiar touch of skin.

PART TWO

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THE BAR WAS CROWDED, but we got a table near the back. We had met at Grand Central–Penn really is miserable–and her bag was sitting next to her by the fireplace. The Campbell Apartment was loud, but that just meant our voices were drowned out in the crowd and no one had to overhear us.

“What is it?”

“It’s a martini.”

“What’s in it, smart-ass?”

“It’s dirty with Bombay Safire. Just like you.”

“I think you’ve gotten snarkier in the last six months.”

“While you’ve grown more stunning and brilliant?”

“That’s better,” Maggie said as she leaned against me and sipped her drink.

“I want to hear everything, but I also want to sit here and drink and pretend it’s only been a week.”

“You’re such a fucking romantic, do you know that? Of course, I’m not complaining. I don’t really feel like telling you my life story either. Not that it’s been bad, but the last six months have been more busy than exciting and more overwhelming than hot and sexy. Boston is still chilly.”

“I’ve been waiting for spring since October and it didn’t even get that cold.”

“So, do we have plans?”

“I thought we were just going to stay in bed and fuck all weekend. I mean, you did come all the way down from Boston.”

“Is that sarcasm, because you know, you can visit me as well.”

“That’s true, but it’s still chilly up there. Besides we have better sex parties here.”

“Oh, are we going to a sex party? I brought cute shoes. And stockings with a seam in the back. You know. Just in case.”

“Well, I guess we won’t have to go shopping, but it’s up to you. Marco is having a little gathering tonight, and I told him we hadn’t figured anything out. It’s not specifically a sex party, but you know Marco. People will be naked.”

“Let’s finish our dirty martinis, go back to your place, fuck in the shower, get dressed, eat, and then go to the party.”

It was my turn to lean in close. I had hardly been paying attention to the room around us, despite the lovely waitresses in their heels and pearls, but some things are better said in whispers.

“How do you need to be fucked?”

Maggie closed her eyes and took a sip in the darkness. She reached over and took my hand and squeezed it. Watching her made me want wonderful and awful things. Her lips made me envious of the glass, but there was a hint of anxiety as I waited for her to answer. I had worked all week, my body was tired, my head was fuzzy from the gin. Six months is a long time. For the briefest of moments, I wondered what I would say if she asked for things I wasn’t able to do anymore. What if this time it was different? What if this time my touch was irritating rather than thrilling, and what if my words fell flat when I told her what to do?

“I’ve been a very good girl,” she said finally.

“And?”

“I don’t want to make any decisions. I’m honestly not sure if I can get myself to do the things my brain wants me to do. I’m just...”

“You’re tired of being good.”

“Yes.”

“You don’t want that choice anymore.”

“Choice?”

“You don’t want the choice to be good or bad. You don’t want to think about what you’re doing or what it means. You just need to be fucked.”

It was her turn to whisper.

“Yes please,” she said in her smallest voice.

Two minutes later our empty glasses sat alone on the table as we walked out the door. The evening was warm and the night was clear. We got a cab on Vanderbilt, I gave him directions, and without another word, I pushed her head down into my lap. I massaged the back of her neck just long enough to make her wonder, and then my cock was out and she was trying hard not to gag as I pushed her mouth down around me.

I looked out the window as the blocks sped past. The driver peered back at us through the mirror, and I couldn’t tell if he was horribly offended or enjoying the view. She took me all the way into her throat, only coming up for air when she needed it. She was quiet as she worked, and I didn’t make a sound.

By the time we reached my apartment I was closer to coming than I might have been, but not close enough to make another block. I lifted her up by her hair, zipped up my jeans and handed the driver the fare along with a generous tip.

“Say it,” I whispered to her before I opened the door.

“Thank you,” she said demurely. He turned and looked at her as I jumped out of the car and only she knows what expression was on his face.

I left her bag in the bedroom and walked back to find her still standing in front of the door. I looked her up and down until she shivered. Finally, I smiled.

“Take off your sweater,” I said, waiting until she had done it. “Now take off your shoes and socks before you step out of your jeans. And Maggie? Do it slowly. I know you want to get your mouth back on my cock but be patient. It’s embarrassing when you rush.”

She glared at me, but as always, she followed my instructions perfectly. She folded her sweater and placed it on the table by the door. She kicked off her shoes, pulled off her socks, and unbuttoned her jeans so slowly I almost went to her. When they finally came off she was standing naked in front of me. Maggie only wore underthings when there was time to appreciate them.

“Go turn on the shower, get in, and wait for me with your arms against the wall. If I’m not there in five minutes get cleaned and come to the bedroom. If I am there, stay silent until I’m all the way inside you. Go.”

I sat back on the bed as I heard her run the water, and I took my time undressing. There was no way in hell I wasn’t going to climb in and fuck her, but I didn’t want to let her know that. Okay, she probably knew it as well, but a little pretend never hurt anyone. Besides, the longer I made her wait, the quicker she’d come when I did fuck her. Maggie can come from sixteen different things, but anticipation is my favorite. Her mind works like mine does and she’ll think through every possibility as she waits. She’ll wonder, she’ll hope, and most of all, she’ll imagine me inside her in such detail that by the time I’m there she’ll be ready.

When I opened the shower curtain she was facing the wall, bent at exactly the right angle. I put a condom on before I opened the door, so within seconds of climbing in I was rubbing against her cunt and she was breathing sighs of relief. When I touched her clit she almost screamed, and when I slid inside her she let out a loud gasp.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned over and over again.

I took her hips in my hands, and I fucked her. The hot water poured down onto my back as I gripped her while she thrust against me. As her voice got louder I got rougher. When she started to scream I let my hand fall hard against her ass, leaving a warm red mark. I hit her three more times in a row, and after the last strike, she was clenching around me as she came.

I pulled her to me as I pushed deeply inside her again, and my own orgasm ripped through my body. I struggled to stand–hell I struggled to see–as I came inside her, and both our bodies finally ended up against the cold tile wall of the shower. I wrapped my arms around her and held her as she trembled. I kissed the water on her cheek and she touched my face.

“Was I good?” she whispered as we moved back under the warm water.

“You were okay. Only one or two mistakes.”

She slapped my shoulder before kissing me again, and we held each other for a long time.

“I wasn’t sure you were wearing this,” she said, pulling the condom off of me.

“Did it make you come harder? Thinking I might not be?”

“Obviously. I mean I wasn’t turned on at all when you started.”

It was my turn to push her, but it was even less than half-hearted.

“I can’t believe you made me suck your cock in front of the cab driver. I almost yelled at you.”

“But you were too busy sucking dick to yell?”

“Maybe...”

“Hey Maggie,” I whispered as I grabbed the soap off the rack and began covering her body.

“Hey, Guy.”

“Welcome to New York.”

PART THREE

~

WE TOOK OUR TIME getting ready for the party. We laughed as we dressed, and all those pesky little life details finally slipped out. We talked about work, family, and everything in between as we stole kisses and slaps. I steamed her dress as she did her hair, and when we walked out the door for Marco’s the last six months vanished completely. Maggie was back, we had fucked exactly the way we do, and our emotions had caught up with our bodies.

When we arrived, no one was, in fact, naked. Marco greeted us with warm hugs and smiles and we made our way through his apartment saying hello to old friends and new ones. His place is way bigger than anyone’s has a right to be, but there were no more than twenty-five people there. Marco always says fewer than fifteen people at an orgy and you’ve fucked them all, but more than thirty and it starts to get scary.

We found the bar, mixed some drinks, and found a comfy place to sit down and watch the party fall into place. Within a half hour, someone had their dress around their waist as they bent over to receive a serious spanking. Three people to our left stood talking about their Burning Man plans while to our right a hostess appeared in nothing but heels to offer us a bite.

Soon after we sat down my old friend Taylor joined us on the couch with someone I hadn’t met.

“This is my new toy,” he whispered by way of introduction.

“Technically, he’s my new toy,” she said. As if to prove her point she pushed him off the couch and onto the floor between her knees. She pulled her dress off over her head before grabbing him by the hair and pulling his mouth to her.

Maggie squeezed my hand as we watched Taylor slip her underwear off and onto the floor. When he opened his mouth we were leaning in so closely we could see her chest rise and fall with each breath. Without saying a word, the girl pulled Maggie down to her ample breasts. I watched her take a nipple between her teeth as Taylor pushed fingers inside his partner.

When I looked back up the girls were kissing. I lifted Maggie’s black dress before sinking two fingers into her very wet cunt. Her legs opened without hesitation and her kiss grew more frantic and more bitey with each second. Taylor now had three fingers inside his friend and she was screaming into her kisses. By the time he started slapping her pussy she was already coming, and all three of us leaned back and watched her shake and convulse as she screamed bloody murder.

“This is Jessica by the way,” he said looking up at us. His lips were red and his smile was gigantic.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she whispered between gasps. She reached a hand out to us, and each one of us shook it.

“You’re a good kisser. What’s your name?”

“Maggie. You’re not so bad yourself.”

Taylor sat down next to me on the couch as the girls started talking, and it was suddenly very clear that we were far less interesting to them than they were to each other. Jessica moved onto Maggie’s lap, still naked and trembling, and their talking moved back to kissing.

“I like her,” I said.

“Yeah, she’s alright. She totally kicks my ass.”

“I bet she does. I thought you were going to drown over there for a while. Not that it would be a bad way to go. Taylor: drowned in pussy. It’ll make a good headstone.”

“How’s Maggie been?”

“She looks pretty good right now making out with your girlfriend. Otherwise, she’s been fine. Busy, overwhelmed, exhausted. Pretty much the same as the rest of us.”

“That’s kinda hot,” he said, and when I looked back the girls were so far lost in their kiss they didn’t even know where their hands were. Okay, they probably knew exactly where their hands were. They were in good places.

“Do you need help with that?” I asked as Taylor adjusted his pants.

“That would be fucking awesome, but you have to ask her tonight. She’s the boss.”

I leaned in, kissed Maggie on the ear as I watched her new friend nuzzle her neck, and I whispered the question.

“Jessica, do you mind if I give Taylor a hand? Or a mouth?”

“Ooh, boys!” she said waking up from her trance. “Go right ahead.”

When I turned back his jeans were already open and he was hard. The girls were giggling next to us as I reached over and wrapped my fingers around him. He let out a soft moan as I started to move my hand up and down his shaft. I brought my fingers to up to Maggie’s mouth and she sucked them sloppily before I returned them to Taylor’s cock. His moan was louder and his whole body shook as I covered him with her saliva. He’s had a crush on Maggie since the night I met her, but that’s as close as he’s ever been to her mouth.

The girls slipped down onto the floor and looked up at us. I brushed his hair behind an ear when I kissed him, and this time they let out moans rather than laughs. I felt a hand on my knee as I kept pumping his cock, and their faces were so close to him I thought they might take over.

“Suck his cock,” Jessica said. She looked up at me and smiled shyly. “Please?”

I didn’t need more encouragement than that. When I opened my mouth on him they rested their chins on his thighs and just watched. I licked the head of his cock, grabbed him tightly and pushed my mouth down around him. I worked my hand up and down his shaft along with my mouth, and his moans grew louder each time.

When his fingers slipped through my hair and held me tightly I sucked harder, and the two girls breathing on me didn’t hurt at all.

“Do either of you want some of this?”

“Not if that means you’ll stop,” Maggie said. Jessica reached a hand up and grabbed him, but she didn’t move to replace me.

“Suck him while I jerk him off. I’ll let you know when he’s going to come.”

Without pause, my mouth was back around him as I lay down on the couch to get a better angle. Her hand moved up and down, and every time I came up for air, she rubbed her thumb over the head of his cock until he shivered. We both worked faster and harder as his breathing got quicker and louder. I sucked in my cheeks, grabbed his thighs for balance, and did the best impersonation of a good blow job that I could muster.

“He’s going to come. We want to see it.”

I sucked him one last time before pulling off him and looking up at his face. His eyes were closed and he was biting his lip. Jessica’s hand was a blur, and within seconds he was coming over his stomach and her fingers. He didn’t stop shaking until long after she stopped, but the three of us sat in amazement as we watched the muscles in his body release everything.

“Now be a good boy and go clean yourself up.” Jessica broke the silence, and without a word, he was off to find his shirt and a warm towel.

“That was fucking hot,” Maggie said, climbing back onto my lap. “I never get to watch you suck cock.”

“Well, it helped to have two beautiful women encouraging me.”

“Awe, do you get nervous?”

“Yes, Jessica. Yes, I do.”

“Wow, he’s like sort of self-aware isn’t he?”

Maggie leaned in and kissed her by way of an answer. I reached an arm over until Jessica filled the empty space. She curled her naked body up against me and her lips were soft and sweet. She was far more gentle than I expected and our kiss lasted forever.

“You taste like his cock,” she said finally.

“You taste like...”

“She tastes like awesome,” Maggie finished for me.

“Yes, she does.”

As we lay in a pile on the couch the party deteriorated into a mass of bodies, grunts, and screams. There were still a few pockets of fully clothed conversations, but even they spent half their time watching the rest of the room. Through the window, I could see people standing on the fire escape smoking, and they were the only ones still lost in their own world.

“I love our friends,” Maggie said.

I pulled her up to another kiss and nodded.

“They don’t suck,” I said. “Okay, most of them do, but you know what I mean.”

“Speaking of friends, I think I saw someone come in a while ago. Do you two mind if I go find them for a bit?”

“I’ll keep him company,” Jessica said, kissing my cheek. And with that Maggie got up, straightened her dress, fixed her hair, and disappeared into the other room.

“Whatever shall we do?” I asked, pulling the naked woman next to me up onto my lap. She swung a leg over until she was straddling me, and suddenly I was very aware of how hard I was.

“I’m sure we can figure something out,” she whispered before undoing my belt.

PART FOUR

~

“SO, WHAT YOU MEANT by I’m going into the other room was I’m going to find my ex-boyfriend and let him fuck me up the ass as I beg for it. In front of a crowd.”

“Can we just go to sleep? Why is this such a big fucking deal? You were on the couch getting your brains fucked out by Whatshername. Why is this bothering you?”

We had been arguing the entire way back to my apartment, and we continued as we undressed and got ready for bed, and didn’t stop as we pulled the covers up. I was angry and hurt. She was defensive and confused. It was a perfect combination.

“It’s not about the sex.”

“So, what was it then?”

“When you two broke up I was there for all of it. And he was a dick! I listened to you complain about every damn thing he did, and I was with you no matter where you went. I supported you, believed in you, and backed you up. He treated you like shit, and I was glad when it ended. So, now...”

“We’re not getting back together. It was just sex. At a party. You know, at a sex party. It’s what we were there for.”

“Maggie, you could have fucked every person in that room, gagged on every cock, and drowned in every pussy for all I cared, but him? It was just...”

“Classy Guy. Very classy. Look, I haven’t seen him in a year and a half and you know what? He wanted me like never before. He saw me at that party and he wanted me back. I could tell by the way he looked at me and within the first five minutes of conversation, it was even more obvious. He was lonely and he missed me, and it felt fucking great, okay? It felt good. I don’t want him back, but it felt good to be wanted by him. And it felt even better to give him a taste of what he’s missing and will never have again.”

“Yeah, until the next party...”

“Not until the next party. That was it. Don’t you get it? I didn’t do it for him. I did it for me. I needed to take back control and that did it. I’m over him now, and I know it. Not just in my head, I know it everywhere.”

I took a sip of water and pulled the blanket up to my chin. I took a deep breath and tried to pay attention to what was going on in my head. I was angry, but I wasn’t sure why. It was her body and her choice to make. And I got it. I know what it feels like to assert control back into my life after a tough situation. But no amount of reason was going to change how I felt. So I focused on what bothered me the most, and I tried to voice it without blaming anyone.

“It was the begging.”

“Excuse me?”

“I get that it was for you, but that’s not what it looked like. To everyone else in the room, you were on your hands and knees begging for his cock like he owned you. You were moaning and groaning, and you were asking for it over and over again. And not just to be fucked. Don’t you get it? You were begging him to fuck your ass in front of the whole party. Why did you have to do that? It just didn’t feel like you.”

“You know the answer to that.”

“I really don’t.”

“Then you’re a fucking idiot. Look, I didn’t beg for him, and I certainly don’t care what the rest of the room was thinking. I don’t even know half the people there, and I’m sure they just thought it was a hot scene to watch.

“The point is, I was using him. Begging turns me on, Guy. It excites me and thrills me, and more importantly, it makes me come so fucking hard I can’t stand it. So, when I knelt on the floor I was getting exactly what I needed. He’s one of those assholes who thinks it means he’s in control when a woman knows what she wants well enough to beg for it. I used him to get off the way I get off the best. And then we left. He’ll be smug for about an hour until it hits him. I’m not going to call him back. I’m not going to answer his texts. It’s over and this time it’s over on my terms.”

I rolled back and looked at her for the first time in an hour. Her big blue eyes were lined with red, and her hair was pushed back behind her ears. I put a hand on her hip and pulled her closer to me. I tried to smile as I brushed a tear from her cheek.

“I love you, Maggie.”

“Are you getting kinky on me?”

That time the smile was real, and my laugh was genuine and warm.

“My jealousy is not my most attractive emotion. I think I was more surprised than anything. I didn’t expect him to be there, and I didn’t expect you to play with him. I walked in at the worst possible time, and for a while, I felt like I had no idea who you were. I suddenly felt like I had lost you.”

“You know exactly who I am.”

“I try.”

“And you’ll never lose me. Especially to some creep who can barely ass fuck me correctly.”

“Are you saying he didn’t even do a good job? After all that?”

“He’s got nothing on you, Baby. Nothing at all.”

She kissed me and I kissed her back, and for the first time in two hours I knew everything was okay. I took a deep breath and wrapped my arms around her. She fit perfectly against my body without trying at all. It was one of those things that are just meant to be: our bodies were made so we can lay together under cotton sheets in the Spring.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I know,” I said before closing my eyes to the warm darkness.

PART FIVE

~

EGGS, BACON, CREAM, FRESH baked bread, real jam, coffee, and raspberries. I nearly had a food orgasm before I took one bite, and Maggie was right there with me. We touched the perfect plates and warm glasses as we marveled over the food in front of us. We inhaled the scent of the bread, we swirled the cream with our spoons, and we ate the berries one at a time.

It was a warm New York City morning and the street was quiet as we ate our brunch outside. Maggie had a cotton sweater over her shoulders that I wanted to snuggle against. She leaned back in her chair sipping her coffee as she watched people go by, and I forgot everything that had upset me the night before. I ate my eggs and bacon in silence, distracted only by the occasional brightly colored dress. There were hipsters in blue and orange, and baby punks in red and black. Mommies with carriages walked by in heels, and the only men in suits were on their way home from the night before.

“Tell me again why I don’t live here?”

“Too much hot sex?”

“That must be it. I couldn’t handle all the happiness and excitement. And the orgasms. They’d definitely get tiring after a while.”

“After how long?”

“Excuse me?”

“How many orgasms would tire you out? Because we might need to experiment with this. I mean, I’ve seen you live through eight or ten, but that’s not a hard limit.”

“Are you planning on fucking me all afternoon, because I can totally live with that.”

“Actually, how do you feel about a threesome?”

“I don’t do children or animals.”

“I was thinking James.”

The waitress put two bloody marys down on the table and her smile was big enough and red enough that I assumed she had heard us. I smiled right back at her, and Maggie said thank you with something close to a blush of her own. There’s nothing so lovely as the red cheeks of a woman who can’t be embarrassed.

“Are you serious?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because you two have been threatening to fuck my brains out for three years and it’s never happened. Because every time we get close to anything, one of you has to go home, or we get too drunk to move, or we end up stoned on the couch watching old movies. It just doesn’t work.”

“I think I have a solution to that problem.”

“Are you going to tell me what it is?”

I took a sip of my coffee and leaned back in my chair. I pulled out the biggest grin in my arsenal and flashed it at her for a nice long time. Maggie eventually leaned back as well and threw her toughest scowl at me. We were locked in a deadly match of expressions and it could only end one way: I stuck out my tongue.

“Fine. Make it happen and I won’t ask any questions.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I leaned forward and kissed her over the table.

“You’re really not going to tell me anything?”

“Don’t you think we’ve talked about it enough? I mean, how many times have we fucked while thinking about it? And how many times have you told me exactly what you want? I think we’ve probably talked about it more than enough. All the talking in the world hasn’t made it happen, so let’s try it without.”

“Should I be nervous?”

“Only if you are. If you’re not, then probably.”

“I haven’t been nervous around you in years.”

“It feels good, doesn’t it?”

She looked down at her food and I saw the change come over her face that I long for. One minute she was Maggie: strong, invincible, and demanding. The next she was small and quiet. She was shy and she was cautious. Most of all, she was so full of desire it seeped out of her.

When we first started sleeping together I thought it was a character. I assumed it was a game we were playing and she put on a mask to take up the role. I did the same thing and we ended up doing wonderfully awful things to each other. But somewhere in the middle of it all, I realized we weren’t pretending to be other than we are. We just found parts of ourselves we didn’t let out all the time.

She found the part of her that gets excited when she’s unsure. She discovered that giving up control–something she never usually does–made her legs wobble and her cunt throb. She realized that she could, in fact, feel shame and that it sent tendrils of pleasure through her body when she did.

And I found the space where jealousy, anger, and desire all met. I found the part of me that felt no guilt at demanding what I want, and I learned to call it up in an instant. I learned how to shut out my doubt and listen to both our bodies. I learned that my desire to own her, even if just for an evening, was something we could play with and put away when we were finished.

As she sat there looking down into her coffee it all came rushing back. At that very moment, she would do anything I asked of her. She would open her shirt or slip fingers inside her jeans if I told her to. She would answer any question with a yes or a no, and the simplest demand would make her soaking wet.

“Take out your phone,” I said quietly.

She didn’t pause.

“You’re going to write a text to James. Now.”

She nodded her head as she pulled up his number.

“When you finally fuck me, please feel free to use my body however you like,” I dictated.

Her fingers were shaking as she typed. When she finished, she held up her phone so I could see the message. I nodded my head and she paused for the briefest of seconds before pressing send.

“So, what do you want to do for the rest of the afternoon?” I asked.

She picked up a scone without saying a word. She covered it in butter and fresh strawberry jam. She took a bite, her fingers still shaking, before putting it back down on the table.

“I don’t know,” Maggie said. “Maybe we could take a walk on The High Line? I’ve still never been.”

“That sounds perfect,” I said as I called the waitress over for the check.

PART SIX

~

THE HIGH LINE WAS as lovely as always and we walked and talked for more than two hours. We held hands and we sat for long moments on the wooden chairs as we watched people pass by. We told stories of each one, and we laughed at the ridiculousness of our imaginations. Maggie knew the life story of every single human being on the planet, and I made good guesses based on their shoes.

We got lost trying to guess which one the other would fuck, and somehow we were terrible at it. She thought I wanted the leggy blonde in the capris, and I thought she wanted the be-suited guy with the designer glasses. She guessed I would fall in love with the redhead on roller blades, and I suspected that she would come for the shaven-headed hipster with the big hands.

When we finally got back to my apartment I was pretty sure I knew absolutely nothing at all about Maggie, and she didn’t believe a word I said. We cooked dinner together, opened a bottle of wine, and climbed out onto the fire escape to eat. We were slow and lazy as we moved through the day, but every once in a while one of us would be reminded. I checked my phone more often than I should, and she closed her eyes on occasion, and I could see the change come over her face. At times I thought she might ask me about James, and I always changed the conversation or poured her another drink.

It was seven o’clock before she started to get nervous, and I moved into our game without a word. We were doing the dishes in the kitchen, and Maggie was elbow deep in hot water when I unlocked the door. I saw her pause for just a second, and it was all over. I moved about the apartment, picking things up and moving them where I needed them to be.

“What am I supposed to do?” she asked, standing in the doorway to the kitchen. I had just finished arranging things on the bed, and I was putting music on. The window was still wide open, and Spring never smelled so good.

“Wait. You are supposed to wait.”

“Here?” she asked, her voice changing pitch ever so slightly.

“Why don’t you kneel in the center of the room,” I replied. Without another word, she was there, and I was the one who had to watch my voice. If I tried to say anything at all I might break, and it would be over before it even began.

Instead, I walked to the bedroom and returned with a soft scarf that I tied around her head, covering her eyes with warm darkness. I dropped two ice cubes into glasses, one for me and one for him, and I poured a nice measure of scotch from the decanter on the bar. I wondered if she was listening to what I was doing or if she was simply lost in her expectations of what was about to happen.

“Ah, there you are Mr. Stephens,” I said when James walked into my apartment. He gave me a hug before he even noticed Maggie kneeling on the floor. I shut the door behind him and handed him a glass of scotch as we moved to the couch.

“Thank you for having me over, Mr. New York,” he replied as we raised our glasses. Threesomes are always a formal occasion.

“It’s my pleasure,” I said. “Actually, I’m hoping it will be your pleasure as well. You see I have this wayward young woman staying with me, and I thought you might enjoy the opportunity to make use of her body.”

“It’s definitely been a few days since I’ve had someone to play with. Is that her on the floor there?”

“It is. You can call her Maggie if you like, but to be honest, you don’t really have to talk to her at all. I mean, other than to give directions. She’s good with directions.”

“Do you mind if I have a closer look?” he asked, standing up and moving towards her.

“Maggie, stand up for our guest, dear. Don’t be rude.”

Without pause, she stood in the center of the room, and the only indication of her excitement was the sight of her chest rising and falling with each breath. James circled her without raising a hand as I leaned back on the couch, and for a moment I felt completely at peace. It was the calm before a storm, or the break between notes in a melody. It was the second between breaths, and the instant of weightlessness as a plane ascends. It was a moment like any other, it just happened to last forever.

“She is rather pretty,” James said, waking me up from my trance.

“Maggie, take your shirt off for our guest. I want him to see you.”

Her hands trembled as she slowly undid buttons one at a time. Beneath her shirt was nothing but freckles, goose bumps, and a strand of pearls. She slipped her arms out from the sleeves and folded it over her left hand and wrist. She stood perfectly still as James continued to circle her.

“Does she always breathe this quickly?” he asked.

“I think she might be nervous,” I said, moving to them. “It’s always hard to tell with such a voracious little slut as Maggie here, but you never know. It’s possible she’s more afraid that we won’t fuck her.

“Feel free to touch her if you like. She’s probably soaking wet by now.”

She shivered when his fingers brushed her neck, and when he slowly pushed his thumb into her mouth she nearly let out a moan. He was slow and intentional as he caressed her body, sliding his hand down her chin and between her breasts. He brushed a nipple with the back of his hand before moving to her stomach. When he slid his fingers beneath the waist of her jeans she did sigh, and it was my turn to touch her face.

“Do you mind if we see the rest?”

“Why don’t we finish our scotch on the couch while she gives us a better view?”

After we picked our glasses up I moved the coffee table to the side so there was nothing between us and the topless woman standing in my living room. We raised them in another toast and his smile was warm and excited. There is no one I liked sharing partners with more than James, and this was a complete joy.

“Maggie, turn towards us and get rid of the jeans. Be a good girl.”

She moved slowly, but she didn’t try to tease us. She knew better than to do anything other than what she was told, and when the denim was around her ankles she kicked it off to one side. She was wearing simple black underwear, and combined with the pearls around her neck she looked elegant. Her hair covered her shoulders and her chest rose and fell with each breath.

“Are you done with the tease? Ready to see what you’re going to be fucking soon?”

“Maybe start from behind. Can she turn around?”

“Just tell her what you want.”

“Let me see your ass.” His voice was quiet but firm. His gaze never wavered and even as she turned, he was transfixed. I had to remind myself that James had wanted to fuck Maggie almost as long as she wanted to fuck him. Sometimes I forget the simple things.

“Take off the rest,” he said, this time not bothering to hide his desire at all.

Maggie bent over as she pulled her panties down and let them fall onto the floor. Her hair flowed down her back nearly reaching the two small dimples above the curve of her bottom.

“You should hear the sounds she makes when she’s getting fucked there. She’s loud with someone inside her cunt, but with a cock up her ass? You’d think the world was ending.”

“I love that you know all these things about her–Maggie, turn around–and I love that you’re willing to share with me. Are there limits to what I can do?”

She tensed at the question but stood perfectly still in front of us. She was gorgeous in the fading sunlight, and I had to resist the urge to take her in my arms. I had to resist going to her and kissing her lips and her stomach.

“Crawl to us, Maggie. But first, answer James’ question. Are there limits to what he can do?”

“No, Sir,” she replied. “He can do whatever he likes.”

“Can he come in your mouth?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, lowering her body to the floor. She moved slowly, unsure of exactly how far away she was. She moved like a lazy cat, one step at a time until she bumped up against my knee. I reached down without thinking and brushed her hair against the side of her cheek.

“And can he fuck your cunt?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And your ass?”

“Whatever he likes, Sir.”

“See what I mean? She’s a good little girl, isn’t she? I bet you always thought Maggie was tough and independent.”

“Well, I always assumed she was a filthy little whore as well.” He reached down and undid his pants, releasing his hard cock with a sigh. “But I think I’ve waited long enough to find out.”

Without so much as a word, he pulled her to him, forcing her mouth down around him in one quick motion. She choked for a second until she got used to him, and before long she was moving up and down on his cock like she needed it. I raised my glass to him, and we clinked once more before finishing our drinks.

“Do you mind?” I asked, releasing my cock as well. She moved to me with just a touch, and he leaned back and stroked himself as he watched her swallow me. For the next ten minutes, she moved effortlessly between us, her eyes still covered in black fabric. It was one of us who finally removed the blindfold, and we each took turns looking into her eyes as she sucked our cocks on the couch.

“James, how do you feel about fucking her cunt while she sucks me?” I asked, handing him a condom from the side table. He didn’t pause as he moved to the floor and positioned himself behind her.

“If you want him to fuck you, you probably need to ask,” I said, pulling her eyes up to me by a hand on her chin.

“Please,” she whispered.

He was rubbing his cock against her, but he waited patiently until she asked correctly.

“Please James,” she said. “Please fuck me. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Without warning, he brought his hand down on her backside, and she screamed so loudly it could be heard on the street. Luckily she didn’t still have my cock in her mouth. I held her firmly, looking into her eyes as he pushed inside her. Her mouth opened wide, and she arched her back as she pressed against him. Her groan was deep and long as he began to thrust in and out of her, and her smile was overwhelming.

I don’t know how long we fucked like that, with her mouth on my cock, and his inside her, but I know that I finally came on her lips and tongue. I know that at some point we carried her to the bedroom and lay her limp body between us. She swooned when we finally let her kiss our lips, and she wrapped her fingers around both our cocks as we pressed against her. We took turns sliding inside her until she could no longer tell us apart. We made her guess all the same, and we rewarded her by holding tighter and slapping her harder.

The first time Maggie came was with him inside her and my mouth on her clit. She shook and clenched around his cock as I sucked on her, and she screamed out his name. We gave her only minutes to recover before I was inside her again, and his fingers wrapped around her neck as she tried to scream.

The second time she came I was buried in her ass, and he was looking into her eyes. Against my better judgment, I made her beg for it, but if she thought I was getting back at her from the night before she didn’t say a word. In fact, her begging grew louder with each moment, and the more noise she made the harder I fucked her.

When Maggie comes from anal sex the world knows about it. The city echoes with her screams and even the subways quiet down so they can hear. James got her panting lips to kiss, and the strength of her hands on his shoulders. He got to see her face as she gave way to ecstasy, and when we all collapsed onto the bed he was the one who got to hold her and tell her everything would be alright.

PART SEVEN

~

“I’m ready for another glass of wine and a smoke.”

The three of us were sprawled naked on the bed with the covers down around our feet. Maggie was between us, but the room was so hot after three hours of fucking that we didn’t want to touch.

“I don’t know if I can move,” James said sitting up on his elbows.

“Are you saying I was good James? That’s very sweet of you.”

“I didn’t say good. I just said I can’t move. You’re exhausting, Maggie.”

“Oh come on. There’s only one of me, and I’m not tired. I was the one doing all the work trying to get you boys to come all over me. Who’d have thought it would so hard? Let’s go.”

She was up and out of the bed before I could say a thing, and she tossed me a bathrobe as she pulled on her pajamas. I threw on the robe and crawled over to James who was now pretending to be asleep. I nudged him once, then pushed him hard enough to knock him off the side of the bed. He pulled on his clothes and followed us out of the room and over to the open window. Maggie had another bottle of red wine in hand and a pack of American Spirits she had left in my freezer six months earlier. Nothing like good wine and old smokes, I thought.

It was as dark as the city gets, and the three of us sat in silence as we drank four flights up above the street. The wine was a light red that hinted at fall. It was dry with a touch of cherry and rich oak. It wet my lips and warmed my throat as I drifted back to the last few hours.

“So, was that about what you expected?” I asked.

“It was close enough. Not too shabby.”

“Not too shabby? I seem to remember you screaming, ‘I haven’t been fucked like this since I was a girl scout’ somewhere in the middle.”

Maggie laughed between sips of her wine and she leaned back against me. She was smoking with her left hand and drinking with her right. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her hair.

“I guess it was pretty good. I mean, I did come a few times. You two are just so sweet.”

“You know, you try to fuck a girl properly and this is what you get. You tie her up, smack her around, fuck her in the ass, and she ends up laughing and calling you sweet. What is the world coming too?”

“Would you rather I said you were both mean old bastards, and I can’t believe I let you use my body like that?”

“Maybe,” I said, tucking my chin into my neck. “Maybe I would.”

“I don’t mind being sweet,” James said. “If I can spank you, choke you, and make you gag on my cock and be called nice names for it, I’ll take it. I am sweet.” He reached over and took a long drag off Maggie’s cigarette before looking down at her from the second step of the fire escape.

“Whore,” he said with a grin.

“Pussy,” she said with her own.

“Tramp.”

“Sweetheart”

“Bitch!”

“Cutie-pie,” she said, ending the conversation with a kiss blown in the wind.

“I liked watching you two fuck,” I said to neither of them in particular. I wasn’t actually sure if that was the truth, but it felt appropriate at the moment. It’s not that I didn’t like it, but the words didn’t come easily for how it made me feel. It excited and confused me at the same time. You’d think after all these years I would have mastered my jealousy and envy. You’d think any hints at possession I might have were transferred to my kink, and that I’m as peaceful as a river when I watch someone I love having sex with another man. And there is something nice about watching people you love enjoying each other’s bodies, but that wasn’t what I was feeling.

I was overwhelmed, exhausted, and somewhere inside me was a hint of fear. It was the tiny flame of worry and doubt that kept nagging at the back of mind, and all I could do was notice it and call it what it is. Jealousy. Fear. Guilt. Breathe now.

And then, like everything, it passed. I watched all my emotions come in and go out on the tide, and for the briefest of seconds, they felt like old friends rather than annoying intruders.

“I liked everything,” James said. “We’ve hardly kissed before this. I don’t think I’ve even seen you naked, and I’ve definitely never watched you get fucked up the ass by that big lug behind you. I like smacking you around too. I never once doubted that it was what you wanted, no matter how much you struggled or said no.”

“It probably helps that I send you that text message.”

“What text message.”

“This morning. I was having brunch and Guy made me text you saying you could do anything. Remember?”

“I didn’t get that.”

“Are you serious?”

“Totally. You must have sent it to someone else.”

“Oh, fuck,” said Maggie.

PART EIGHT

~

MAGGIE AND I DIDN’T fuck the next morning. We didn’t fuck after breakfast and we didn’t fuck on the fire escape as we drank our coffee. We almost didn’t fuck in the shower. In fact, depending on your definition of the word, we still didn’t fuck. I did kneel on the floor of the tub and I did bury my tongue and mouth into the soft folds of her amazing and brilliant cunt, but we didn’t fuck. She did scream out my name, and I did work two fingers inside her until she came, but...

Okay, so we fucked a little. The point is that we didn’t climb back into bed. We got dressed after our shower and walked out the door holding hands like we owned the world. We forgot about every little trouble we had, and we were alone. Sure the city swelled around us with people and pigeons, but unlike that last few days, it was just us. There was no one else coming to our bed, no parties to go to, and no crowded bars or taxis to share in our lust.

I suppose the only company we had that morning was the ever present realization that she was leaving again. Boston really isn’t that far, and the train is lovely, but our lives have a way of keeping us apart. Our friends and families keep us busy, and we both work harder than is probably healthy for us. We’ll call each other for a while, and then the weeks will slip past with a few text messages here and there. It won’t be until we miss one another so terribly again that we make the call and find a plan. It won’t be until one of us needs the comfort of an old lover in our bed that we’ll do much of anything at all.

“You are so lost in thought it’s like I’m already gone.”

“I was daydreaming. Or ruminating. That’s it, I was ruminating. It’s probably not a good habit.”

“I’m not leaving until this evening, so why don’t we stay here for a while. I mean in our heads. Let’s be present, and enjoy the day. It’s sunny and hot, and we don’t have so much as a plan. I say we find a park.”

“So we can fuck on a blanket? I like fucking on blankets.”