Free Boston Avant-Garde 6: Chiaroscuro by Kaitlin Maitland

but Lars couldn’t decide if it was apprehension or anticipation.
    Lars gazed at her pussy on display. He knew her taste, the slick embrace of her depths. It’d been too long. He lifted his eyes to Owen’s face. “Six days before I came to you.”
    Surprise lit Owen’s dark eyes, and Lars could see him piecing it all together. After tonight, Lars wouldn’t be able to hide from his own cowardice any longer. Even more shocking, he didn’t want to.
    Mattie squirmed against Owen’s hold. “Please, Lars. It’s been so long.”
    “No.” Lars fought down the demands of his body and clung to his self-control. “That’s not how this goes, and you know it.”
     
    OWEN WAS STUNNED by Lars’s flat refusal. The jolt made him take a mental step back. Lars wanted Mattie. That much was obvious, but Owen knew Lars. The man had restraint down to an art form.
    Lars sat on the bed and ran one hand up the inside of Mattie’s leg. “You need more than a quick fuck.”
    Her whimper made the hair at the nape of Owen’s neck stand on end. She moved restlessly, and he held her more firmly against his chest. Murmuring soothing nonsense in her ear, he wondered where Lars was leading them.
    Lars gently splayed her pussy lips open and blew a light stream of air across the glistening flesh. She quivered and arched her back. When he placed his mouth against her sex, she groaned and flexed her hips.
    The sound of Lars lapping Mattie’s cunt sent a thrill of awareness through Owen. He’d never before had an inclination to watch another man pleasure a woman. This was different. Lars rooted against her folds, nuzzling, licking, sucking, and making her moan with need. The sight transfixed Owen even though his gaze was partially obstructed by the heaving fullness of Mattie’s breasts.
    “Please, Lars,” Mattie begged.
    Lars gazed up at her as he worked her clit with his tongue. Owen caught his eye, mesmerized by the determination he saw there. When Mattie jerked against Owen’s chest and cried out, he realized she’d come.
    “Good girl,” Lars crooned as he backed off and began to stroke her pussy with his hand. “I’m going to make you come one more time before I slide my cock inside your cunt.”
    She was panting, trembling in Owen’s arms. Her voice cracked when she spoke. “Don’t make me wait.”
    It was Owen’s turn to groan when Lars buried three fingers in her slippery sex and then leaned over her shoulder to seek Owen’s lips.
    He could taste her on Lars’s tongue. As their mouths met in a crescendo of passion, Owen struggled not to be overcome. Mattie was rocking against his chest as Lars finger-fucked her. Owen could feel every sweet tremor in her sensitive body. Owen’s tongue dueled with Lars’s for dominance, fighting to get closer, to set a faster pace. Lars held firm. He kept the rhythm of their kiss in tune with his penetration into Mattie’s body.
    “I’m so close, so close.” Her sweet mutterings were like throwing gasoline on an open flame.
    Owen shifted his hold on her body and cupped her breasts in both hands. He rolled her nipples between his fingers until he felt her come undone in his arms. She flung her head back just as Lars broke contact with Owen’s mouth. The three of them gasped in unison, and Owen wondered how much longer Lars could hold out.
    Lars’s knees seemed to buckle, and he lay flat on his back on the end of the bed. His cock jutted up from his body. The dusky flesh was swollen tight. A drop of fluid beaded at the tip and dribbled over the plum-shaped crown. Owen’s mouth watered, but this wasn’t the time to suck his lover’s cock. Lars deserved Mattie’s hot pussy embracing him instead.
    “Ride him, Mattie,” Owen urged. He released her, and she crawled toward Lars.
    She climbed astride their lover’s narrow hips, and Lars settled his hands at her waist. Owen couldn’t resist touching Lars’s thick erection. Lars hissed at the contact, the noise dissolving into a groan