Authors note: I called the last chapter a prologue but it was probably more of a teaser since I'm going to back up the story just slightly in time here. These first few chapters are going to establish some relationships that are already in progress before the actual romance with Olivia will come into play. I hope you'll hold on for the ride. #Responsible
6 months earlier
March 6, 2007
"Hi," Rita said, tentatively, approaching him at the high table he had commandeered at the bar designated as their meeting place this evening. He was hunched over a glass filled with brown liquor. "I heard about what happened in court today. Are you okay?" she asked flagging down a waitress and asking her for a glass of sauvignon blanc. He smirked at her choice.
"I'm not sure. Yeah, I guess. I don't know. Just as expected, considering" he replied with a sigh, knowing he probably was not making much sense. He could not decide whether he had failed his client or not. He probably should have made more of an effort to stop her from incriminating herself in the middle of the courtroom earlier that day but she clearly wanted to take responsibility for her actions which had contributed to both the deterioration of her daughter's health and the death of her "so-called" friends.
"You know how it is," he said looking at Rita expectantly with bright blue eyes. "One day you're a monster for tearing apart a teenage girl on the stand and the next you're incompetent for only mildly protesting while your client confesses to everything in open court. I can't wait for the partners to rip me a new one for that. Right now, I can't help but think she did the right thing. If I don't have a job tomorrow, I reserve the right to reevaluate the situation." He raised his glass in her direction with a sardonic look then took a drink.
"You're probably in a position where you can branch out on your own now," Rita pointed out. "You've put in your time and followed the steps up the ladder. Maybe it's time to start thinking about doing what you want and not what's expected of you. I know that was always your intention."
"I'm getting there," he replied. "I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet. I worry about my kids having what they need. It'll come soon though. I'm starting to get tired of always being the bad guy. However, I want to be the one to make that decision rather than have someone else make it for me."
"Understandable," Rita replied taking a sip of the wine the busy waitress had finally delivered. "So, do you want to wallow with your thoughts over drinks or are you up to our planned activities for the evening?" she asked neutrally, not wanting to influence him unduly. If he were not in the mood, it would not do either of them any good to push.
"Hmmm, drinking or sex, sex or drinking. Either way works just fine for me. See any prospects?" he asked with a slow sexy smile.
"Maybe," she replied, looking around again. She had been slowly perusing the usual suspects at the bar and along some of the other tables in their vicinity. Her gaze kept getting drawn back to a lone figure at one end of the bar. He was wearing a conservative navy suit, his head turned away from her so she could not see his choice of tie or his face. He certainly looked attractive from behind, fit with salt and pepper at the back of his head and from what she could see of the sides. A darker, nondescript color adorned the top of his head. Her drinking buddy followed her gaze towards the man at the bar and he smirked again.
"Him? Good luck with that one." He said turning back to his drink, figuring that was all he was going to be doing tonight now.
"What's wrong with him? Do you know him?" Rita asked, curiously.
"Uh, yeah. I'm surprised you don't. Worked on a case that he was involved with a few months back. Afterwards, I sort of hit on him and got a rather emphatic 'NO'. He's definitely got something up his ass and I certainly didn't put it there," he said with a snort.
"Now you've got me curious," Rita replied, picked up her now empty glass, and walked towards the bar with a hip swish, looking back over her shoulder at him with a flirty glance. She set her empty wine glass down on the bar rather hard beside the gentleman in question and looked around searching for the bartender. She could see out of the corner of her eye that he was now looking at her and turned to him with a cool "hello," while brushing her hair back over her shoulder. She watched his ice-blue gaze follow the long brown strands as they settled down her back.
"Do I know you? You look familiar." She said, again curious, watching as he shifted on his bar stool towards her. His suit jacket fell back away from his waist revealing a shield clipped to his belt, a lieutenant's shield. She pointed her finger at his shoulder, lightly poking the material of his suit jacket.
"IAB. Right?" she said tilting her head to one side and curling up one side of her lip, raising an interested eyebrow in his direction. "Lieutenant…?"
"Tucker," he replied, eyeing her not so subtle flirtations, "Ed Tucker," he finally said, resignedly. He had just ducked in for a quick drink and had no plans to prolong his evening socially, especially not in this place, definitely not his usual type place. It was too hip, too crowded. It had been a convenient stop on his way home from his latest crime scene. However, now he found his eyes following the long length of this woman's beautiful brown hair flowing gracefully down her back and felt compelled to continue his perusal the rest of the way to her fashionable high-heeled shoes, then slowly back up her front. On the other hand, he thought, maybe this evening would be better with some social interaction, especially if it were coming from this lovely woman now raising her second eyebrow at him in askance. "And you are?" he asked, as expected.
"Rita," she said delighted he was playing her little game, "Rita Calhoun."
"And should I know you?" he asked, pursing his lips. "Because I think I would have remembered you." He continued, again giving her the once over perusal.
"I would certainly hope so." She said, mockingly. "No, we've never met, but I have heard a few things about you." She peered across at him with a suggestive look.
"I'll bet," he replied dryly, taking a sip of his bourbon. He finally waved at the hurried bartender as he rushed by and indicated Rita's empty glass, "The lady will have another…" he looked at her questioningly.
"Sauvignon blanc…" she indicated to the bartender and he quickly grabbed an open bottle, filled up her glass and Tucker passed a bill in his direction, indicating for him to keep the change. "So, I've never seen you here before. What brings you into this fine establishment, Lieutenant?" she asked.
Meanwhile, across the bar, a couple of women walked towards the ladies room, glanced at the attractive man nursing his drink at the high table, but his attention was not deterred from watching the couple at the bar now engaged in conversation. Huh, he thought, Rita had actually engaged the 'ice prince' in conversation. Well, if anyone could do it, it was his lovely friend.
He had to give Rita credit; she certainly made a great "wingman". He did worry that Lt. Tucker would bolt the second the realization of what she wanted from him and the identity of her other partner for the evening came to light. He felt a shiver of apprehension as he remembered his previous rejection by the man. Why that should bother him, he did not know. Tucker had been brief and to the point, not hurtful in any way, just a simple no, not interested and then walked away. Attraction was attraction and sometimes it was one-sided. He found himself wishing that it had not been one-sided in this particular case.
What was it about Tucker that so attracted him? Tucker just had this presence about him, aloof, almost unfeeling and yet he felt like that was a mask and that the man behind it was actually the exact opposite. That there was a wealth of emotion behind those cold eyes, just waiting to be unleashed, and he wanted it to unleash upon him in the most decadent way possible. Shit. This night was either going to disappoint him royally or explode like fireworks on the fourth of July.
Not wanting to contemplate that, his thoughts went back to his professional situation. Was Rita right? Was it time for him to make his move and put out his own shingle? He had been preparing for this, setting money aside here and there with the intention of one day having his own practice where he could decide which cases were worthy of his attention.
On the other hand, living in Manhattan was expensive. Raising children was expensive. His ex had remarried and was providing a good home for his children with her new husband who had a steady income but he felt that he needed to put forth the same efforts. They were his children, and they had joint custody. It was a big risk to take, to branch out on his own and not have that steady paycheck every month.
He sighed and looked at his drink before glancing back up at the couple at the bar wondering how far Rita was getting with the man who caught his eye months ago.
"So are you interested in adventure?" Rita was asking the reserved lieutenant with a suggestive smile.
"Well, now, that depends on what kind of adventure you have in mind?" Tucker responded in kind.
"Just gauging whether you're strictly a straight missionary style man or if you are open to more fun type games," she replied with a raised eyebrow.
"Name your game," Tucker suggested
"Well, obviously not solitaire, and I find chess rather boring, I was thinking about games that involve multiple players," she replied.
"Name your other players," Tucker said leaning back and taking another sip of his bourbon while eyeing her with a shaded look to his countenance. Rita simply looked back over her left shoulder and raised her wine glass in her previous companion's direction. He raised his glass back as a signal of his acquiescence.
"Ah," Tucker said taking a deep breath. He downed the remaining bourbon in his glass then turned to Rita. "Where to?"
Rita picked up her cell and made arrangements for a hotel room then asked Tucker to input his contact information into her phone. "I'll go check in and text you with the room number," she told him then crossed the bar to give the details to their other accomplice.
"Wow, I'm impressed," he said when Rita revealed that she would be texting him with the hotel room number shortly. "How did you manage that? I guess I better start watching my back a little better or you'll be poaching my clients."
"It may already be too late for that," Rita informed him sassily, grabbed her light jacket and walked quickly out of the bar, a woman clearly on a mission for her own satisfaction. He laughed and motioned for the waitress to bring him one more round and eyed Tucker still sitting at the end of the bar, surreptitiously glancing in his direction now and again. A few minutes later, Tucker paid his tab and calmly exited the bar with nary a glance in his direction. He hoped that Tucker was on his way to the hotel and not bailing on them. He took a slow sip of his drink and contemplated what the night might have in store for him if, and that was a big if, Tucker did indeed follow through on their assignation. He finished his drink then exited the bar as well, heading in the direction of the hotel. As he was entering the establishment, he heard a text come through on his phone and headed in the direction of the elevator which had just opened for a couple waiting to take it up to their floor. Tucker was just exiting the hotel bar and he held the elevator door for him to join them.
"Floor?" he questioned Tucker, not bothering to check his phone for the texted information.
"Eleven," Tucker replied. He punched the button for the eleventh floor and smiled in askance of the couple who replied with a higher number. They quietly ascended to the eleventh floor at which point, both he and Tucker exited. Tucker told the couple to enjoy their evening, a sentiment they returned readily. He followed Tucker to the hotel room and waited quietly outside with him after Tucker quickly rapped a few times on the door. Rita opened the door for the two men. She had already shed her jacket and shoes and had a glass in her hand. He took off his suit jacket and threw it towards the couch and walked across the room, surveying its contents before turning to face the other occupants.
"Have you ever done anything like this before?" he asked Tucker in a skeptical manner.
"Yeah," Ed replied. Rita froze watching the two men in conversation, hoping that everything was not about to go south and ready to jump in at any time and settle any ruffled feathers.
"Really?" he asked slightly surprised but quickly trying to cover his tone realizing that perhaps that was not the best tact to take with their reticent partner.
"Yes, really." Ed gave the other man a look that wiped all expression off his face, but even then he could not help responding with a bit of attitude.
"Experimented in high school? Two girls, huh?" he said, curling his lip almost condescendingly.
"Yeah, two girls in high school a coupla times. Then when I was in the military, an army buddy and I would pick up a woman sometimes." Ed shrugged out of his suit jacket and draped the back of it across the chair in front of the desk and started unbuttoning his shirt.
"Army buddy? So, a male army buddy? Bet you were an MP. You're a real stickler for following rules, aren't you?" Shit! What the fuck was wrong with him? He needed to check the attitude fast or this was not going to go as planned at all. Tucker was giving him that look again, piercing him with his ice-blue glare.
"Actually, I was a mechanic. My buddy was the MP," Ed stated matter-of-factly. Rita started to undress, wide-eyed watching the two men carefully.
"So, was he your first?" he asked Ed, placing his hands on his hips, now watching the older man who paused with his shirt half unbuttoned.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Ed said, looking up at him figuratively, unwilling to admit that the other man was right. He pursed his lips, then his brows and crossed his arms over his chest in a defensive, or was it offensive position. "Maybe you should undress and lie down on the bed face-up, counselor." He suggested in a tone that really did not indicate suggestion but more of a command.
"You like to be in control, don't you?" he asked, defiantly. "You get off on intimidating people into doing what you want them to do."
"Maybe," Ed said with a smirk taking a step towards the taller man. "Lie down on the bed, counselor. Why don't we change that to face-down instead?"
"Why don't you make me?" he replied, still not sure what was causing him to outright challenge the man.
"Don't think that I can't," Ed replied. "You may be taller than me, and you may outweigh me, but unlike you, pretty boy, not only did I grow up in a rough 'hood but I have a black belt, and I can put you on the ground before you even knew what hit you." The bigger man's eyes widened quickly and he almost took a slight step back at Tucker's aggressive tone.
"Whoa! Boys! Take it down a notch," Rita jumped into the open space between them beside the bed. "Remember me, the other part of this threesome? Do you boys want me to leave or are we going to have some fun?"
Tucker's surprised glance suggested that he had indeed forgotten her presence in the room but he quickly made up for it by sliding his arms around the beautiful woman now clad only in a few wisps of lingerie and all that gorgeous sexy hair. He slid his mouth across her cheek lightly before coming to rest almost on hers with his lips slightly open, breathing against her mouth in light puffs that warmed her lips.
He leaned down anchoring his arms behind the small of her back then stood up straight bringing her up on her tip-toes before slowly letting her slide back down his body onto the flat of her feet. She gasped at the feel of the friction of his clothes against her nearly all-bare skin as she slid along his body. He took advantage of her gasp to slide his tongue leisurely, seductively into her mouth and rub against her own. Then he slid it ever so slowly in a warm, wet circle around hers and then withdrew pulling back his head to gaze at her while keeping her in the circle of his arms, arching her back and pulling the front of her body flush against his.
"Now how on earth, could we have forgotten that we need to put this lovely siren in the middle? That is, if that's where she wants to be? Is that where you want to be? Hmmm…the middle?" he asked with a suggestive look his blue eyes now filling with humor and warmth.
"I think I had better take the middle. Something needs to be between the two of you or I think this may turn into something besides fun sex." She said jokingly though the look in her eye belied that sentiment.
"So you always top, right?" the younger man asked him, continuing their conversation.
"Omigod! Stop it! I'm going to be in the middle, you can both top me," Rita exclaimed at him while Ed turned to glare at the man again.
"Oh, wait, your boyfriend was an MP so he probably topped you," he said, scathingly.
"We took turns actually," Ed replied.
"So you switched," he mused.
"Yeah," Ed replied.
"Huh, surprised you'd actually admit that." The other man replied.
"Why? Is there something wrong with that? Do YOU have a problem with that?" Ed challenged.
"Jesus, do I need to go home to Bob?" Rita asked, exasperatedly, starting to pull out of Ed's arms but he tightened his hold.
"Bob?" Ed asked Rita, incredulously. "Who the hell's Bob?"
"The big hunk of plastic that I keep in my drawer that doesn't argue with another man while getting me off," she replied, again pulling back against his hold on her.
"No, you don't need to go home to Bob." The younger man said, laughing. "Ed and I were just flirting, weren't we?"
"THAT was flirting?" Rita asked, doubtfully.
"Sure. Our dynamic's just a little different than yours." He said looking pointedly at Ed.
"That's one way to put it," Rita replied facetiously, drawing him up against her back and pulling his arms around her to overlap in her middle. The backs of his hands brushed Ed's belt buckle and he glanced up at the man, boldly. Ed returned his glance, heated, unflinching. Maybe the man was not indifferent to him after all.
Rita began to finish unbuttoning Ed's dress shirt, while the towering gentleman behind her pressed his growing arousal against the curve of her buttocks. Ed slid his hands from the small of her back, firmly pressing along the soft tissue on either side of her spine until he reached her shoulders, then pressed them back against the other man, turning his fingers to start unbuttoning his shirt as well, the meaty flesh of the bottom of his palm glancing against Rita's back as he followed the line of buttons down the other man's body revealing no undershirt below his light blue dress shirt and a sparse sprinkling of brown hair across his chest and around his nipples. Ed quickly pulled the shirt free of the man's dress pants and started to slide it around his broad shoulders. The other man let go of Rita's waist letting the shirt fall to the floor behind him while Ed slid his palms from the top of his chest following the small trail of brown hair down to his navel before sifting through it as it thickened towards the clip of his slacks, Ed's eyes following his hands in appreciation of the other man's physique.
In the meantime, Rita had finished unbuttoning Ed's white dress shirt and pulled it along with the white undershirt beneath it free of his slacks, then she pulled his wrists around to unfasten the tighter cuff buttons and push one shirt off his shoulders and pulled the other over his head, mussing the darker hair on top before following with her hands to run them over the top of his head and pull him down to her with a smile and a kiss. "Wow," she breathed running her hands down his neck, over his shoulders then grasping his arms in a firm grip. "Those are quite the guns that you're packing there, Lieutenant." The taller man behind her looked down to see her admiring Ed's biceps and brought his own hands back up to test the feel of Ed's muscles as well.
"Yeah," he laughed, "with those in your arsenal, you probably could put me down fairly quickly." He looked at Ed and gave him a broad smile full of perfectly straight white teeth. Ed gasped in response. The man's smile was truly a sight to behold and lit up his prominent blue eyes with a warm kindness the likes of which Ed had never felt gaze upon him. He swallowed and pursed his mouth and eyebrows in an effort to mask his innate response.
Rita slid her hands up Ed's biceps then cupped the other man's hands over them. Then she stepped out from between them with firm direction in her eyes. "Lose the pants, gentleman. Let's see what we have to work with." She gave them a smile and stepped back to enjoy the show. Ed moved over to stand next to the other man giving a quick laugh that verged between a chuckle and a snort then reached for his belt glancing sideways at his taller counterpart to see if he was removing the rest of his clothes as well. The other man glanced back at him with a smirk then followed suit reaching for the fastening of his slacks.
Both men continued to disrobe while Rita watched, moving to retrieve her glass of wine from the nightstand beside the bed and contemplating the delicious scene of two very different but attractive men in front of her. One was tall, dark and lanky with sparse brown hair across the middle of his chest, which disappeared almost up to his navel before making reappearance in a very prevalent happy trail she followed to his proud erection. The man was beautifully proportionate which she had previous knowledge of but was always inclined to admire since in her experience that was not always the case. The other gentlemen, while normally considered tall, was dwarfed by the dark, towering man beside him, had very little body hair across his chest but it thickened slightly below his navel to trail across the middle of abdomen to show off his own proportionate but wider erection displayed for her with equal smugness.
"Hmm," she contemplated, taking a sip of her wine. "Both of you are impressive. I can't decide which I like better, length or girth," she smiled at them both respectively. "I guess it depends on what you can do with them. Which do I want where and how I guess is the question. Better yet, why don't I try both and then decide." She laughed, downed the rest of her wine and moved to kneel on the bed with her back to the frame. The two men glanced at one another then each followed her onto the bed and quietly worked in tandem.
Ed moved to her back to remove her bra and the other man moved to her front, pushing her gently back on the bed to remove her panties, drawing them slowly down her legs, dragging the sheer lace fabric along the sensitive skin of her thighs, knees and calves before tossing them to the side. He held her feet in his large hands and leaned down to place a kiss on the tops before separating his hands, one foot in each and then pulling them to the side of his hips and placing them flat on the bed, spreading her out before him, adjusting his position so that he knelt between her knees.
Meanwhile, from behind, Ed eased her back against his chest and slowly slid his hands around her chest to cup her breasts from behind. He gently massaged the round handfuls then rubbed his thumbs over the hardened peaks. Rita moaned and leaned back further against him running her hands over his arms down to curl her fingers around his wrists then stretched further against him arching her back, and moving her hands up the curve of his biceps then over his shoulders to curl behind his neck. She turned her head and met his lips in a passionate kiss, rubbing her tongue insistently against his.
Not to be ignored, the other man ran his hands up the inside of her knees, tantalizingly running them all the way up to just shy of the apex of her thighs before moving them back down, under her knees and running them along the outside of her thighs, hooking her knees into the crook of his arms and leaning his entire upper body forward until his lips landing near her navel and provocatively ran his lips, followed by his tongue along the planes of her abdomen before moving them lower to the trail of her Brazilian, then following down the right side of her labia, then moving over to the left to return back to her abdomen, nuzzling along the entire path. She groaned, broke her kiss with Ed and moved her hands from the back of Ed's neck to bury them in the luxurious thick brown hair of the man whose lips traversed her abdomen and further down completing the circle again. He continued to tease her by circling the place where she longed him to touch most.
"Where do you want his lips, Rita?" Ed asked in his husky smoker's voice. Leaving his left hand teasing her nipple he ran his right hand past the other man's head to tease at the trail of hair leading to her clit. He slid his forefinger and middle finger apart on either side and spread her outer lips so that her clit was exposed to the pre-chilled air of the room. "Do you want him to put his tongue here?" he continued.
"Yes," she demanded "Now!"
"Not yet," the other man replied. Making the circle again, not even pausing as his lips and tongue grazed past Ed's arm, then wrist, and hand as he followed his path. He stopped at the bottom of the circle and hovered over her center then blew out a breath lightly over her clit still held exposed by Ed's fingers. Then he removed his right arm from Rita's knee and moved it up using his fingers to pull back the hood and blow on her clit again.
"Oh, God!" she exclaimed. "Touch me, lick me, now." She insisted. Ed gave a husky laugh and let go of her outer lips, ran his fingers through the other man's gorgeous brown hair then moved it back to Rita's right breast and tweaked her hardened nipple. Ed sat back against the pillows, pulling his legs out from under him and settled Rita between his legs, stretching them out on either side of her, trapping his arousal against the small of her back. He pressed against her and issued a groan of his own.
Meanwhile, the man lying between her legs finally laid the flat of his tongue against her clit and firmly rubbed it back and forth. "Yes!" she exclaimed. He drew away too soon and as she started to protest, he dipped his right forefinger into her wet channel and pressed all the way in before pulling back out and adding a second finger, curling both up to press against the rough flesh along the top of her passage. "There," she gasped, "Right there! Don't stop!" He continued to finger her channel to her enjoyment while he moved his lips further up to her abdomen coming to rest near her breasts, which Ed held up to display for him. He sucked her left nipple into his mouth and began to lave it with his tongue. He moved over to her right breast and repeated the action, looking up over Rita's shoulder into Ed's eyes, which were now burning with longing. He moved further up Rita's body taking her mouth in a lust filled kiss, still moving his fingers along her wet pussy, his weight resting on his left arm beside Ed's leg. She thrusts her hips forward meeting his fingers' movement and as she pulled back she bumped against Ed's arousal behind her and he groaned.
Ed watched as the other man withdrew his tongue from Rita's mouth and looked at him ready to repeat the action. Ed moved towards him and initiated the kiss but the other man quickly took over, filling Ed's mouth with his insistent tongue, thrusting and rubbing it against Ed's adamantly. Meanwhile Rita worked her hands between their bodies to curl around the erection now throbbing persistently against her belly. She gave a few sharp tugs and he groaned in Ed's mouth. Ed released Rita's right breast and moved his own hand down to run over Rita's and as Rita firmly glided her hand to the tip of the other man's cock, Ed slid his down and grasped the base, helping her pump him. He broke the kiss and murmured a quick "fuck" under his breath as Ed's hand moved further down below the base to cup and squeeze his balls.
"I want to feel that sweet mouth on me," he told Rita, gently pulling her out of Ed's arms and sitting back on his knees. Rita leaned forward to comply with his request while Ed started to move from the bed.
"I'll just grab a condom," Ed said searching his pants for his wallet.
"Hey, Ed, will you…" he gasped as Rita's mouth suddenly hit a sensitive spot and then gritted his teeth to finish his thought, "grab mine while you're at it." He gathered Rita's hair in one hand playing with its long silkiness while he watched her ministrations. She pulled her mouth away from him for a second to tell Ed there was a strip of condoms in her purse. Ed moved across the room and went into her purse finding and pulling the strip out. "Wow," the other man said, "You're a brave man going into a woman's purse."
"I used to search through my wife's purse all the time looking for shit for her," Ed shrugged like it was not big deal.
"You were married?" the other man said, incredulously before groaning when Rita clamped a hand tightly around his sac and probed her tongue into that sensitive notch behind the head. "Never mind. Conversation. For. Later."
Ed climbed back on the bed, dropping the strip of condoms before taking the single from his hand and applying it. He pulled Rita's hips up from behind and ran a hand down her buttocks. "Ready for me?" he asked, sliding it underneath her and between her legs. She hummed around the other man's penis and he laughed feeling the wetness between her legs and positioned himself at her entrance from behind, slowly thrusting forward. He placed his left hand at her hip to hold her steady then leaned over her back and slid his right hand over her right hip, down her belly and found her clit to pinch it between his thumb and forefinger. She moaned around the other man again.
"That's hot," the two men practically said together then laughed, looking at each other knowingly. The other man gently supported her head with one hand, while moving the other below her body to cup her breast and worry a nipple. She moaned again. "A little bit longer, then let's switch places," he suggested. "I can't keep this up much longer or this will all be over on my part."
"You got it," Ed replied, enjoying watching the couple in front of him while taking slow deep thrusts for himself. A few moments later, the man in front of him pulled Rita up off of him and away from Tucker, drawing her up against his body and giving her a long leisurely kiss.
"That was great, sweetheart," he said pulling back and gazing into her warm eyes. "Why don't you lie back now?" he said easing her back on the bed and tearing a condom off the strip beside them on the bed and sheathing himself. Ed stripped his condom off and stepped to the side to throw it in the trash can by the desk.
"Let me have a taste first before you take her," Ed said crawling back up on the bed between her legs and nudging the other man to the side.
"Go ahead," the other man said indulgently, sitting to the side to watch while deliciously rubbing his palms over Rita's torso. Rita smiled at him then shivered a bit as she watched Ed crawl up the bed towards her then settling his shoulders between her legs before running his tongue up the inside of her thigh, quickly delving into her passage then slowly circling her clit firmly.
"More," she commanded relaxing back into the pillows on the bed.
"Greedy," Ed laughed huskily, his voice reverberating around her and she moaned at the feeling against her pussy. He circled once more before moving lower and fucking her slowly with his tongue. He licked his way back up to her clit then firmed his tongue and wicked it back and forth until she was shuddering.
"That's enough," the other man said, pulling Ed up and motioning him to straddle Rita and move further up her torso.
"What?" Rita protested. "You guys are a bunch of teases."
Ed smiled and inched on his knees further up Rita's torso and her eyes widened as she took in his girth coming towards her face. She lifted her head to meet him while the other man took his place between her legs, lifting her hips up to settle her on top of his thighs where he knelt on the bed. "Trust me," he said as he entered her still quivering opening and she locked her legs around his back while she took Ed in her mouth, "It will be so much better when you finally come." Then he began to thrust slowly into her, following with circular rotations of his hips then he ran his right hand from her hip down to her thigh holding her wide for his thrusts. He quickly became more aggressive, increasing the speed of his thrusts. He moved his right hand back to her hip and leaned over placing his left arm flat against Ed's back, squeezing his left shoulder with his hand, drawing Ed into his rhythm.
"Fuck," Ed groaned, pulling back from Rita's mouth and inching back closer to the man behind him. He gripped the base of his cock and Rita moved her hands from his hips to help him, but became distracted when the man behind him moved his hand from her hip to firmly press his thumb to her clit and she finally went off. Her head lolled back against the pillows and her eyes rolled back into her head as she cried out finally in her release. He followed soon after unable to restrain himself as her sheath contracted all around him. He shuddered collapsing momentarily against Ed's back. He recovered quickly and slid a hand around Ed to help him finish across Rita's breasts. Ed groaned as he pulled away and left Ed and Rita to dispose of his condom.
Ed started to move his weight off of Rita and told her he would get her a towel to clean up with but she stopped him. "I think I'll jump in the shower actually. That would probably be easier. I think I have a hair clip in my purse so I can put it up." She jumped off the bed and started digging through her purse then ducked into the bathroom to start the shower.
"Is there room for three in there?" Ed called.
"Yes, just" she replied, "but do NOT get my hair wet." The two men followed her into the waiting shower.
"Oh," the taller man said kneeling at her feet, "I'm sure we can find plenty of things to do in here that don't require your hair getting wet. We don't mind ours getting wet, do we, Ed?"
"Nope," Ed replied, kneeling in the shower beside the other man and grasping Rita by the hip. "Not at all".
"I love it when men know how to use their imagination," Rita replied with a smile.