Free Risk Is a Four-Letter Word by Erin M. Leaf Page A

"Yeah. Ditto."
    For some reason both men laughed. Zeke pulled
out carefully and Eric shuddered as his spent cock slid from her body. Carrie
was grateful she didn't have to do anything but lie there, exhausted.
    "I'm not really sorry I barged in on you
guys in the middle of the night anymore," she said.
    Zeke grinned, grabbing a t-shirt from the floor
and wiping gently up her thighs. "Yeah, well, we were never particularly
upset about that, honey. Surprised maybe, but not upset."
    She smiled. "Still. 2 a.m. is a bit late."
    "It's never too late for fucking,"
Eric declared, settling himself back down against her. She let herself be
prodded and moved until she was tucked between the two men. She felt very warm. And very happy. Her heart gave a startled thump. I could very easily fall in love with these
two , she thought, just before she drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Six

    The sixth time Zeke set eyes on Carrie was when
he woke up with her and Eric in bed. Naked. He had a
hard-on. For a split second he panicked, his heart banging uncomfortably
against his ribs, then Carrie licked over the head of his cock again and all
thought fled.
    "Relax, Zeke. It's just Carrie," Eric
said from somewhere down near the vicinity of his groin. Zeke struggled to open
his eyes. When he finally succeeded, no easy feat with Carrie's mouth doing
such wicked things, he looked down to see Eric tucked in right next to her,
holding his thighs open. When she pulled off to catch her breath, Eric took
over. Zeke didn't have a chance. The stimulation was too much. His balls
tightened. He reached out to grab onto something, but he couldn't move his
arms. Fuck. Eric had tied him up again.
    Eric pulled off with a pop. "Easy
now, lover. I don't want you ruining your wrists." He smirked. "Again."
    Zeke moaned and lifted his hips, hoping they
would get the hint. His dick was slick with their saliva, the crown an angry
red. He was close to orgasm. Really close.
    "Eric, I'm going to kill you," Zeke
managed.
    Carrie grinned. "Is he always this grumpy
in the morning?"
    Eric nodded solemnly. "Yup. That's why I try to wake him up with a blow job as often as possible." He
leaned down and sucked Zeke's balls into his mouth. Zeke's hips jerked.
    When Carrie licked the head of his cock like a
lollipop, Zeke heard someone whimper. She sucked him in then bit down lightly.
The whimpering turned into a moan. Oh .
He was the one making all the noise. He tried to move his legs, hoping to make
them suck more consistently, but Eric gripped him too tightly. Goddammit .
    "Please," he whispered. Shit. He was
such a pussy.
    "Please ? " Eric asked, pride and a bit of laughter in his voice. "Please what?"
    "Fuck." Zeke was having trouble
stringing words together. Carrie lightly mouthed around the crown of his cock
then played with his sac. He was going to go completely mad. "Please let
me come. Please."
    Eric smiled. "Sure
thing. But not until Carrie comes first."
    Zeke struggled in disbelief. "What?"
    Eric rolled a condom down Zeke's dick, pinching
at the bottom so Zeke couldn't climax. "Just hang in there," he said.
Zeke shuddered. Carrie was looking at his body, her face open and happy. He
managed to get back a little bit of control.
    "Eric said you wouldn't mind," she
said, gesturing to the ties.
    They were Eric's silk neckties. The ones he almost
never wore because getting his lover into a suit was close to impossible. Eric
loved his jeans and work boots. Zeke, however, loved those ties. This was what,
the third time Eric had tied him up? The fourth? Fuck . He didn't care. "I don't
mind," he said. The small crease between Carrie's brows eased. He hadn't
even realized she was worried about him until the tension smoothed away. Stupid libido . He
couldn't think clearly when his dick was in charge.
    "Oh, good," she said. "I mean,
it's kind of kinky." She blushed even as her eyes roved over him again. He
knew what he looked like: arms tied up over his head, morning stubble, and a
raging