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He, She and Him

By: avrgblkgrl



(I hope you like this and forgive me for starting on something new while I'm still working on "Only For One Night". But, this just came to me. Let me know if I should continue. It is quite different for me and borderlines on a different genre. Votes and comments are greatly appreciated.)

A special thanks goes to Whalee. *a slow bump&grind*

~ABG *kisses*

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"For a homosexual to even have the gall to say that they experience the same type of discrimination as a black person is ridiculous! You can even walk in a room and no one can fucking know you are gay. But let my black ass walk into a room and what do you think someone sees. They see a black girl and all the misconceptions they have start whirling around in their head. And, they make judgments. They do it whether I want them to or not. I can't take black off Adam, not even if I tried!"

"Not even," Adam announced, rolling his eyes. He let out a deep sigh. 

Not this shit again. 

Kanisha was on her soap box once more. Every thing with her was about race or sexual preference. Normally he did not mind, but tonight had been set aside for a little celebration, supposedly in his honor. Kanisha could at least pretend and kiss up to him a little, maybe buy him a drink. Adam had to laugh at that thought because it was so far fetched. Kanisha did not do things like that. Tonight he wanted to laugh and dance. He wanted Gabriel and he wanted Cara. Neither of whom were there yet. The rest of the world and all its complications could just drift away, namely Kanisha.

Adam was not normally an impatient person, but damn them for leaving him alone for so long with Kanisha. She was not 'his' friend. Kanisha was something he suffered through just to be with his friend...'his' Cara. Lately, besides Gabriel, she was the only other person he thought about. Tonight, with a whole lot of luck, Cara would play a more important role in his life. His mind was made up. 

Kanisha continued harping.

He turned around and faced the room, leaning against the bar. Where is she, he thought. He was eager to see her smiling, cherubic face.

"Maybe we can find a booth in the back?" He attempted to change the subject.

"My God," Kanisha growled, "even you should be able to see that!?!"

"Even," he laughed, lifting his bottle up in the air in a mock salute before tacking a much needed gulp. He had almost forgotten what the hell she was talking about.

"Fuck you Adam," she growled, slamming her glass down on the counter. "I'm out."

Adam barely looked in her direction when she turned to leave. But, then she turned back around and faced him. He braced himself. 

For the life of him, he could not figure out why she was so angry--not just now but all the time. Kanisha was beautiful in a Naomi Campbell kind of way. She was tall with dark, even chocolaty smooth skin, large bright eyes and full heart shaped lips. Accept, as always, her face was twisted into a deadly dark scowl. Fury rolled off her in waves. In the dim light of the bar, her bared white teeth made her look almost animalistic. 

"You are an elitist piece of shit. They like you because you are just like them."

Adam considered Kanisha for a moment. Cara had Kanisha's smooth silky skin, but just a little creamier. Where Kanisha kept her hair in a short pixie cut, Cara had long thick jet black hair. Now that he thought about it, Kanisha and Cara could not be more different. Kanisha was as tall as he was and Cara rather short. Not midget like, but shorter than the girls he use to date when he dated girls. Kanisha growled and debated everything. Cara was always playfully laughing everything off. It was her weakness. Kanisha was pinched and narrow. Cara was by no means fat, but well-formed. Her ass was round and full, her waist small and her breast perfectly evened her out. 

Adam snapped back into the moment when Kanisha dramatically smacked her lips. 

She was waiting for a response, ready to pounce on Adam. 

Adam calmly prepared to do what ever needed to be done to neutralize this situation and salvage the evening. He had been planning tonight in his head for quite sometime and was not about to let Kanisha ruin it. Besides, she was not even invited to begin with.

He was about to speak when over Kanisha's shoulder he caught site of Cara. She had taken her hair down from the single braid she usually wore down the back of her neck. And, she had on make up--which made him smile. Her make up was lightly applied, just the way he liked it. Her lips were a delicious soft berry color. So, she had changed clothes. That's why she was late assumed. He hadn't expected that. Beautiful, he thought to himself, looking over her lush curves--which were now more apparent to him then ever. His face lit up like a Christmas tree. 

That was it. Kanisha turned around with her hands on her hips, glaring at Cara as she approached. 

"I'm out."

Cara raised one eyebrow and watched her best friend march past her. She knew that it was no use in trying to stop Kay when she was in one of her moods. So, she just let her go.

"Have fun with your fag," Kanisha threw over her shoulder.

Cara's beautiful dark brown eyes spread in mock horror and she tried to suppress a laugh as she looked at Adam. "What did you do this time?"

"Not a damn thing," Adam declared, turning back to the bar and motioning for the bartender. "I asked you not to invite her."

"I didn't want to be third wheel to you and Mr. Too Fine, watching you two paw each other."

"Hey, we don't paw. We're like an old married couple. There is absolutely no PDA."

"I find that hard to believe," Cara smiled, moving into his extended arm and placing a light kiss on his cheek. "How could he possibly keep his hands off of you?"

Adam returned the kiss, and then moved his lips across her cheek, closer to her ear. "Please don't make a mistake and call him Mr. Too Fine. He'll know it came from me and assume that we have been talking about him."

"But, we have," Cara teased, pulling back just a little to look into Adam's pleading eyes.

How anyone could resist such a beautiful man, she thought. Without thinking she ran her hand over his clean shaven head. She had no idea why he had suddenly decided to shave all his blond hair off. It had been gorgeous. But, she had to admit that the bald head gave him a sexy edge and made his blue eyes seem brighter. The women were definitely checking him out. And, why not? At 6'2, he had the athletic build of a swimmer. Something Cara knew he did faithfully everyday. In the vintage tee-shirt he wore and the stylish jeans that sat low on his waist, Adam looked like he had just stepped off an advertisement for both items. Who would not buy them if they thought they could look as good as he did in them. 

If only he wasn't gay, Cara thought. 

She had such a crush on him. Adam was the perfect guy in every way. Not only was he fine as hell with that dimpled chin, but he was actually a nice guy. He was the last of his kind, as far as Cara was concerned.

She pulled her hand back, embarrassed. Once again Cara had forgotten herself. She had held her self in his arm too long and felt the curve of his scalp just a little too long for it to be considered just friendly. 

Adam smiled and smoothly handed her a drink. "Cherry vodka sour, extra sweet and four cherries." He liked the feel of her hand on his body. Anywhere she chose to put it. "Let's get a booth before it really starts getting crowded in here."

Cara always felt so feminine next to Adam. The top of her head barely made it pass his broad shoulders. Adam placed his strong hand at the small of her back and half shielded her with his long body, so that they made their way through the crowd without anyone touching her. Cara liked that about him. He was such a gentleman--a man. She wondered what would happen if his hand slid down further and rested on her behind. She'd die she thought.

Once he found a booth, toward the back and not so near all the traffic, he let her slide in and slid in beside her. Cara was surprised but not much. She had grown use to Adam invading her personal space. She liked the fact that even though they were expecting his man, Adam didn't change the way he treated her. At work and the few times they went out, Adam was always attentive and affectionate. Sometimes, they would tease and hold hands. Kanisha told her that she better be careful. Adam never stepped out of line though. There were moments when she thought about stepping out of line herself, but why ruin a good friendship. It was obvious to Cara that Adam was committed to his man. After all, the 30 something year old lawyer had pretty much swept Adam off his feet. Cara liked to call him Adam's sugar daddy. After only dating for a couple of weeks they had moved in together. They'd spent almost a year planning and building their new dream house, together. Now they were living in it, the perfect couple. 

The music was starting to pump up a bit more and soon the dance floor would full. Cara was happy that they would have a perfect, uninterrupted view of the floor. 

"Are you going to dance with me tonight?"

Adam laughed. "Why did you think I invited you? Mr. Too Fine won't come near the floor."

"Oh," she drew out dramatically, "that's why I'm here."

"That and you know how much I adore you."

Cara hit him playfully in the shoulder.

"You think I should call Kanisha?"

"Naw," he told her, lifting up his shoulders nonchalantly and taking a swig of a fresh beer. He had barely sat the old empty one down before the waitress replaced it, with her boobs all in Adam's face. Cara had pretended like she had not noticed. Adam certainly did not. He just thanked her and ordered another drink for Cara with a smile.

Of course, the waitress took his smile to mean more than what it actually was--Adam's natural state. 

"You know why she's upset don't you?"

"Who Kanisha?"

"Yeah," Cara answered. "Kanisha feels like they chose you over her because she's black and you're white."

Adam shook his head. "That's crazy. I've been waiting for that promotion forever. I should have gotten it a long time ago. That ass hole Monty was such a phobe. I knew once he left and someone new had a look at me, I'd get what I deserved. I was there long before she was. I have more under my belt. I won't feel guilty either because I deserve it."

"You don't have to convince me Adam." Cara placed her hand on his. She knew that deep inside he was sympathizing with Kanisha. That was why he tolerated her. "She's never getting off the phones. It's all about customer service and she hates people. I'm surprised she doesn't get fired for the way she talks to the customers sometimes. Call centers really aren't for everyone."

"I think she was hoping that this would be her ticket off the floor though. She's not going to survive much longer on the floor if she keeps going like she's going," he added.

"I know," Cara trailed off. 

And, Cara did know it. Kanisha hated their job. Listening to people complain all day long was not an easy thing to do. Cara did not know what she was going to do now that Adam would be on another floor, teaching people how to do his old job. He would be traveling to different offices, training people all over the region. They were not going to get to tease each other and laugh over customers anymore. She wondered if she would survive.

Adam flipped his hand playfully and Cara let her hand slip into his. She liked the way he rubbed his thumb against the back of her hand. For a moment they looked at each other and smiled. 

"Do you know how long I've been waiting to get you out alone?"

That surprised her.

"What do you mean? We go out every Friday after work."

"Yeah, we go out with the crowd from work. I mean just you and me. I like spending time alone with you Cara."

Cara blushed. Suddenly, this felt like more of a date than a last minute thing. She was not opposed to that idea at all. But, in the back of her mind, she knew that Adam was just being Adam. What he meant and how he was sounding was obviously two different things.

"We are good friends," she assured him. "I'm going to miss being with you everyday." 

She finished off her drink.

Adam immediately threw his other hand up and caught the attention of the scantly clad waitress, who never really took her eyes off of him. He held up Cara's glass and gave the blond girl one of his infamous smiles. The girl shook her head eagerly.

"Just because I'm not going to be up in your face everyday at work, doesn't mean that we have to limit our time together."

The waitress bought Cara's drink and a fresh beer for Adam.

Adam faltered a little, as if trying to remember what he was saying.

"You know," he began, "the last time I invited you out to the house, you accepted but then you didn't show up."

Cara was embarrassed. She knew that had hurt his feelings, even though he had said it was alright.

"Every time I try to arrange something, you blow me off. I just want you to get to know Gabriel a little better and get used to being at the house."

"I," she paused, trying to figure out how to put this, "just didn't think I'd feel comfortable with his friends. I mean, you didn't invite anyone else from work."

"Because I wanted you," he said, lifting her chin with curve of his forefinger. "I wanted you to come to my home."

Cara sucked in a deep breath. This was really starting to feel like a date.

They hadn't even noticed the tall dark figure standing over them until he cleared his throat.

"Gabriel," Adam said surprised. He slid out of the booth and rubbed the man on the back. 

Gabriel stared coldly at Cara for a second. Then, he glanced at Adam and smiled weakly before directing his attention back to Cara. There was no kindness in his dark eyes. Cara had noticed him first. She had also noticed that the man had been staring at their hands before Adam had looked up and realized that he was there. Cara had seen him before, at the Christmas party last year and at office events. He had barely spoken to her then and it looked like he would barely speak to her tonight. Gabriel was the reason she did not come when invited over.

"Gabriel," Adam began, excitedly looking between the two of them, "you remember Cara right?"

"Of course I do," Gabriel said curtly and slid in to the booth facing his boyfriend and his boyfriend's 'friend'. He looked a little out of place in his dark suit and tie. This was hardly that type of club. The theme at this club was obviously skin. 

Cara could see what Adam saw in Gabriel. Like Adam he was tall, if not slightly taller. Gabriel was handsome in a finely tuned, polished kind of way. Where Adam was a fun, beautiful California beach boy type. Gabriel was a calculating, Italian business man cool. His black wavy hair was combed back from his face. He sported a light beard, just past the point of being considered a five o'clock shadow--perfectly tapered, edged and groomed. His skin had a natural deep tan to it. His lips were full, sultry. However, his jaw line was harsh and set.

Gabriel was stubborn. 

Adam looked apologetically at Cara and slid back in beside her. He placed his arm across the back of the seat, encouraging her to stay close. It was an action that Gabriel did not miss. 

"So," Cara asked, leaning into the table and smiling (having decided that she would make the best of things for Adam's sake), "do people call you Gabe sometimes?"

Adam started to cough, as if his beer had went down the wrong pipe.

Gabriel gave his lover a half smile. Then he leaned in. His eyes became so focused that Cara was suddenly pinned and her smile slipped away. Those dark eyes looked right through her and Cara felt suddenly ill-equipped for any exchange with this man. He took in every aspect of her features, slowly scrutinizing her face. His countenance surrendered nothing--no interest or satisfaction. His eyes moved over her full, shoulder length curls, slid to the inviting cleavage of her little black dress and up the column of her neck to her parted lips. 

Suddenly Cara felt stripped. Her chest tightened just a little when an invisible screen was suddenly removed and those dark pools of light and raw, unapologetic lust accosted her like a physical threat.

"No Cara," he finally said over the rising music, "they don't if they expect me to answer them." The volume of his voice did not loose its deliberate silky caress.

Cara's cheeks flushed with heat. When his eyes finally released her, she slowly sat back in the booth, back into Adam's open arm. What the fuck was that about, she thought. Adam's gentle fingers played through the hair, at the back of her neck, and she reminded herself that she was there for Adam.

Adam through up his free hand again and the blond headed girl was immediately at the table. This time, she must have assumed that Adam and Cara were a couple. She fully focused her breasts on Gabriel and he considered her with the same coldness he extended to Cara. For Cara there was a slight sense of satisfaction in that. Some gay guys just really did not care for women, especially when they threw themselves at them. It was possible that Cara was not the cause of Gabriel's irritation. Not all of them were every girl's best friend.

Cara winced. That thought did not explain the last look he gave her.

When his drink came Gabriel raised up his glass to present a toast. "Congratulations baby," he said to Adam and smiled, taking Cara completely by surprise. When Gabriel smiled, he was more stunning. His even white teeth shone and laugh lines around his eyes and mouth gentled him.

"I love you."

Cara watched a look exchange between the two of them that pulled at her heart. She had never seen the two of them actually do anything that could be construed in the slightest way as sexual. Both men exuded pure maleness; so much so that it made it hard to envision the two of them in the acts of lovers. In that moment, however, there was such an explicit exchange of pure unadulterated emotion and sexual tension that Cara felt like a perverted voyeur. Their connection rolled off of their strong bodies and charged the air.

It caused a shift in Gabriel too because he hung on to his smile, as he removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. 

"Take off the jacket too," Adam commanded, laughing. 

Gabriel smirked and did as he was told.

The two men exchanged some events of the day. Adam had both Gabriel and Cara laughing at some of the antics of management at the call center. Cara had always suspected that a few of them were retarded; now, she was certain. The entire time, Adam gently stroked her back. He tried the best he could to include her in on the conversation. Cara did not mind that Gabriel purposefully excluded her. She enjoyed watching them speak to one another. This was a unique side of Adam. Endearments dropped from his lips with ease. Something hummed between them and she liked being witness to that closeness.

When Cara excused herself to go to the lady's room, Gabriel lifted his glass to Adam once more. 

"I do love you," he repeated, "but are you sure you want to do this."

"I do Gabriel," Adam returned with a boyish grin. "I want this for us."

"It just seems complicated."

"Why? This is better than picking up someone at random. You just hate having to surrender some control. Look at her," Adam gushed, "she is absolutely perfect."

"Perfect?" Gabriel raised one dark eyebrow. "For whom?"

"For us."

"Are you sure that it isn't just for you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Adam's brow creased in irritation.

"You talk about her all the time Adam. You speak to each other on the phone.--fucking texting all the time. I'll step back and watch you fuck her just to make sure you get her out of your system."


He, She and Him Ch. 02



Cara woke slowly, more lost in a dream than reality. Something was touching her on the inside, rubbing against that spot that made her catch her breath and see flashes of blinding light. The sound of her own throaty moans filled the corners of her mind. Visions of Adam and Gabriel came and faded. Adam's teasing smile and gentle hands made her giggle. But, Gabriel... The visions of Gabriel were making her moan. They were visions that came in flickers of great detail—the muscles of his shoulders moving, his lips against her inner thigh, the tight stretch of skin across his abdomen. Her hands recalled the feel of his skin and the play of the strength moving beneath. 

Had she touched him? 

Her mind drifted with no focus except that of how unbelievable her body felt right now.

Although Cara called out Adam's name, all she could see was Gabriel. Now, he was stroking his cock in front of her again, his hand encircling it and sliding up and down its length. She could feel the pull of his hand go from base to head. She could feel the pleasant pressure his hand imposed as it slid back down. It was as if it was physically happening to her. What was Gabriel's was now hers. 

Cara shook her head from side to side. She could not string one complete thought together.

Relief washed over her as her hips began to move. She was dancing, but he was inside of her. When her eyes gradually opened, they immediately closed but not before they rolled back in her head. 

She was fully awake now and Gabriel was between her legs. The feeling was amazing and she was coming. That tortuous climb toward her climax had complete control of her. She was breathing hard and her legs were trembling. And, he was doing it to her with just his hand. The thumb, slick with her juices, glided over her sensitive clit. The unhooded, pink, solid nub reached for his touch as she arched her back. His fingers worked themselves into her, pumping while her desperate pussy grasped at them. The feeling was overwhelming. She tried to draw her legs in and tighten her thighs, but Gabriel had her leg pulled up so that she was open wide for him.

"Please," was the only word that slipped through her lips. Did she mean please stop or please continue? 

Cara felt as if she were floating. Gabriel grinded himself against her and she moved her hips in small circles. His chest was solid at her back and she moved into it, wanting to be even closer to him. That was a mistake. It only brought her closer over the edge she was already teetering on.

Suddenly, his exquisite ministrations ceased. He let her leg go and slid his arm from around her.

Cara let out a child like whimper. 

Gabriel's voice was thick at her ear. His large hand wrapped itself just beneath her chin and over her throat. "You want me?"

Once again, "please" was all she could manage even though the voice in her head was screaming "don't".

"Say, I want you Gabriel."

Her response was immediate. "I want you Gabriel," she pleaded.

His hand ran over the flowing curve of her hip and traveled leisurely down the back of her firm thigh. Then, his hand hooked itself around the flesh and raised her leg up just so; she felt the cool air hit her swollen, wet folds. 

"Fuck me Gabriel."

"Oh Gabriel," she gasped, "fuck me."

Cara was Adam's, but at that precise moment nothing felt more "right" then having Gabriel inside of her. When she felt the torrid head of his large cock force its way inside her, she closed her eyes and groaned with pleasure. Warm contentment flooded her body with his progression. When he finally went as far as he could, she caught her breath. The pain and the pleasure were inseparable. When he almost pulled it completely out, she begged once again.

"Please," she begged when Gabriel cruelly pulled himself almost completely out, his head teasingly poised at her entrance. 

When he plunged back inside and her walls clutched at his cock, she violently came. Her juices flowed so heavily, she felt as if she had wet herself. The slurping sounds her sex made filled the room as Gabriel worked his magic, continuously pumping in and out of her and increasing his pace. 

"Fuck." She was so wet and it felt like pure heaven to Gabriel. He could feel the contracting and release of her passage way as she rode out her climax. If she kept this up, he would not last much longer. 

Without giving her an opportunity to recover, he pulled himself out and moved Cara from her side to her stomach. 

Not wanting what she was feeling to stop, Cara responded by spreading her legs and raising her bottom up to meet him. She could feel his muscled abdomen pressed against her ass as he took his position and drove into her. The force of his sex drove her deep into the mattress. She clutched at the sheets, holding on tightly.

Gabriel felt as if he would explode looking down at that perfect round ass between his hands. And that's when he knew her body was made to be fucked by him. Her full hips flowed perfectly into that narrow waist. He could see those two dimples at the bottom of her back. He knew that those flawless round breasts where bouncing with every thrust. Tightening the grip on her hips, he growled out his pleasure as her hot brown body tightly sheathed his dick. He looked down to watch his lighter shaft enter than reappear, wishing he could lick down the valley between those curved cheeks. He knew that her chocolate skin had to be as sweet as it looked. 

He bent over and bit her. 

Just at that moment, Cara peaked once more. The bite only added to the intensity of being possessed so completely. The air she had been holding tight in her chest expanded and then escaped her. The sound she made was feral. 

Immediately, Gabriel's strong arm slid underneath her waist and drew her up, angling her ass even better. His other hand firmly planted itself on the bed as he leaned into her and pushed himself into her without mercy. 

Cara grunted in union with every thrust.

Her eyes opened ever so slightly; that is when she saw Adam. He was fully dressed in a white hooded sweat shirt and jeans. His hood was pulled over his head and partially shaded his eyes. The sight of him was fleeting as she once again lost herself in what was happening to her body—what Gabriel was making happen. 

Transfixed, Adam watched every movement from the same chair that Gabriel had watched him take Cara from last night. It was beautiful sight to see. Gabriel's body hunched over hers, his muscular ass flexing and releasing as he pulled in and out of Cara. His body was one well defined muscle, long and sinuous. It alone was enough to turn any man or woman crazy with lust. Gabriel, fitting so perfectly around the soft, unbelievable curves of Cara's, was a fluid, exquisite work of moving art, surreal. From the activities of last night and the sweat Gabriel was working up now, his dark hair glistened and the usual waves were more like curls that slightly fell into his face. He was almost animalistic in pursuit of his release. And yet still, she came in spite of his rough treatment. Adam almost expected him to grab her around her neck forcing her head back. He almost wanted to see him do it. The base aspects of Gabriel's nature were as enticing as everything else about him, if not more so. 

When Gabriel let himself come, his body tightened and he pulled their hips flush as he poured himself inside her. 

"Fuck," Gabriel yelled, drawing out the word almost in anger.

Cara's body shook beneath him, a reaction induced by the feel of Gabriel's hot cum shooting past her cervix. 

Adam was wearing a broad smile. It was clear to him that Cara thoroughly enjoyed being with Gabriel. And Gabriel...Well, it was obvious what he was feeling. Gabriel had waited to come, relishing every moment inside of her. He only did that when he did not want the sex to end. Adam had even hated to see it end. That look on Cara's face made him want to strip off his own clothes and make love to her too.

It had been hard on Adam to leave her this morning. He had unwrapped her body from around his own and placed her close to Gabriel. Cara had instinctually wrapped her arm across Gabriel's chest. Adam had not been sure how Gabriel would react to her in the light of day. He had not expected him to still be in the bed with her. He definitely had not expected them to be having sex.

Gabriel rose all the way up on his knees and pulled her up with him. He held her close to his chest, one hand firmly cupping her breast. Her back was wet with his sweat. His lips found the curve of her neck. He bit her again, licking then kissing his special spot. 

"You liked that didn't you," he whispered in her ear.

Cara's body hummed with satisfaction, but she also felt shame. Her eyes were closed and her body was limp in Gabriel's arms. She wondered how she must have looked to Adam lying underneath Gabriel. Even now, she was certain that she looked wanton. Her dark curls were wild and her body covered in sweat. She could not believe that Adam just sat there and watched her give herself to Gabriel like that. He had to think that she was a cheap whore. 

Had he heard her beg?

"You had to work for that one," she heard Adam tease Gabriel as he stood up from the chair.

"Fuck you," Gabriel returned burying his face in her hair. 

"I don't think you could right now," Adam laughed and leaned in close to Gabriel.

Gabriel shifted and kissed Adam fully on the lips.

Adam could not resist the urge and ran his hand down Gabriel's back. He felt the need to touch his lover. 

Cara was exhausted, but she was not deaf. They were joking about her. Was this a game to them?

"Let me go," Cara demanded through tight lips, attempting to pull herself away from Gabriel.

Gabriel released her and removed himself from behind her. She felt the bed shift and immediately missed his warmth, but welcomed the separation. Cara fell forward and tucked in her legs beneath her. That was the last of her strength, there was nothing left. 

Adam moved up so that he was lying on his side, facing her, his head resting on his hand. "Baby, are you alright?" he questioned in earnest, rubbing her back with his other hand.

She rotated her shoulder away from him. She was so give out; even that movement was not enough to move his hand away.

"Cara," he almost pleaded. His voice was low and intimate. He realized now that he had been insensitive. That joke with Gabriel should not have happened. His excitement had been misinterpreted.

"Cara," he said again, resisting the urge to take her in his arms. He settled for just rubbing her back soothingly. 

After quite some time, she finally whispered softly. "Where did you go?" 

"You know that I swim every morning, sweetheart." 

She sounded so small. Adam moved the damp hair from her face, so that he could get a better look at her. Cara had never looked more beautiful to him. Her entire body glistened with a sweaty sheen. Her eyes were heavily lidded and her iris' sparkled like pools of dark water. Her lips were swollen and faintly parted, a rich deep peach color. He moved in and laid a gentle kiss on those lips. He hoped that she would not be angry with him. It was important that she was not. So much was riding on her response. 

What he desired for all three of them was not impossibility. As far as he was concerned, watching the two of them together was all the proof he needed. 

A freshly showered Gabriel stretched his wet, naked body out as he walked around the bed, drying his face off with a towel. 

"Do you want me to do something?" He could see that Adam was a little worried.

"Run some bath water for me," Adam told him. 

Gabriel left the room for a moment, returned and sat on the bed beside them. He wanted to touch her too, to somehow continue the connection they had shared earlier, but he did not. 

He shook his head. Her body was something else. To be inside of her had felt incredible. He hoped that he had not hurt the poor girl. That had not been his desire. Sometimes he knew that he could get carried away. Last night it would not have bothered him, but this morning seemed somehow different.

"I have her," Adam said possessively. "If you are finish with her bath, start breakfast."

"Oh," Gabriel said, lifting one eyebrow. He was not all that comfortable with what he was seeing. The way Adam was looking at her and playing in her hair was irritating. And now, Adam was pretty much dismissing Gabriel. Gabriel walked down the hall mumbling. Since when in the hell did he "start" breakfast. It was just like he thought it would be with this girl, complicated.

It seemed like forever before Cara let Adam wrap his arms around her. Adam was relieved as she unfurled and leaned into him for support. When he felt it was right, he lifted her up in his arms and carried her to the huge bathroom. He settled her into the tub, undressed and fitted himself behind her. Cara leaned back and let herself relax in his arms. 

"Haven't you had enough water for one day?" She attempted a joke, which made Adam smile. She was giving him a little reprieve. 

"I want to pamper you," he teased.

Adam was gentle, bathing her in silence. He let the sponge cover every inch of her body, as well as his hands. Her dark chocolate nipples rose, distending in response as he massaged her delicious breasts. Her skin was so soft and silky under his touch. When he asked her to lift her arms, she simply obeyed. Between her legs, it was the same. There he let his hands linger. He loved feeling every part of her, every curve and crevice. He loved the way she looked against his pale skin. She was beautiful. He washed her hair and watched it shrink into long dark spirals. 

"I have to braid it and let it dry," she told him shyly as he dried her off. "Or, it will be a mess to comb later." 

Adam watched as she braided her hair. The way she stretched her arms up and tilted her head, fascinated him. Every movement her naked body made only reminded him of last night. His cock was hard. He could not remember the last time a woman had this affect on him. He honestly had no recollection. He had dated girls in high school and even college. He enjoyed them. But, his main interest had always been men. After college he dated men exclusively simply because he could without having to hide anymore. 

Gabriel, on the other hand, was quite different. Adam felt that earlier in Gabriel's life, he really had not come to terms with the fact that he enjoyed men as well as women. Adam did not doubt that Gabriel loved him, but he also felt that Gabriel's desire for one was sometimes stronger than the other. Gabriel had however basically changed his whole life for him. Before Adam, Gabriel had long term monogamous relationships with woman. Between relationships, he slept with men. He just considered himself highly sexual. It was during one of those hiatus' that Adam met Gabriel. Adam knew he was doomed. He fell in love with Gabriel immediately. Gabriel was an easy man to love, if he would let you. And, at that time he did not want Adam to love him. He made it clear and out of mercy ended the relationship. 

Adam always remained hopeful though. That glimpse of forever with Gabriel had spoiled him for anyone else. Those were hard times, running into Gabriel at clubs or sharing mutual friends. Gabriel never gave him an inch. Gabriel hated the idea of playing with someone's emotions. He was adamant about that. He never lied to seduce or pretended to be anything other than what he was, to male or female. Gabriel prided himself in that. He never wanted to hurt Adam. But Adam, he refused give up. He felt like he knew Gabriel best. Gabriel was the prize that sat on a shelf he ached to reach. When discrete indiscretions led to entire nights, Adam knew he had won Gabriel from whoever else was in his life. Adam felt sorry for the heartbroken, but not sorry enough to give him back. 

Adam loved Gabriel completely and it only grew as their relationship did. He knew Gabriel's strengths and knew his weaknesses. He loved Gabriel for both. The first time they had brought a woman home it had been somewhat of a game that Adam had initiated. He was ashamed of it now, but at the time he could not help himself. A woman had come on to him at a bar. He had let her flirt with little response. But when she laid eyes on Gabriel, the woman had lit up. Adam was amused by her reaction and encouraged her on. The idea that they were a couple only seemed to turn her on even more. She wanted to fulfill a fantasy, to go home with them, to participate in their lovemaking. 

However, when Adam watched Gabriel fuck her, what Adam saw changed everything. 

Gabriel was the love of Adam's life. Adam knew that he was faithful and he would have not participated if it had not been for Adam's goading. Gabriel would have remained faithful for the length of their relationship. "The length of their relationship," he repeated to himself. That phrase said everything to Adam. Adam did not want it to one day end because he was blind to Gabriel's needs. He'd do anything in this world to make Gabriel happy. 

So, every blue moon...

Now he had found Cara. She was someone that Adam wanted too. Cara was perfect for them both. Adam knew that she was scared right now. He was confident, however, that this would work. He sincerely believed that Cara needed them too. 

Cara looked at Adam wearily. He wrapped the towel around his waist praying that she would not see him so hard for her. After Gabriel, she definitely needed a break. 

"You look like a little girl," he teased, lifting one of the two braids that graced her shoulders.

To Cara Adam looked like the child, caught with his hand in the cookie jar. She had seen what was beneath that towel. But, his beautiful blue eyes were so calm and clear, she felt like she could just relax and swim in them. 

Adam needed to shave, but you could hardly tell unless you were close, with his hair being so blond. He grinned boyishly. His square jaw and chin gave him that masculine edge. Otherwise, Adam's beauty would have been too feminine. His good looks only complimented the beautiful heart he possessed. She needed to remind herself of that now. Adam was her friend. They had known each other for over a year. During that time Adam had never lied to her. He had never used her. He was always there to help her in any way he could, always encouraging. She adored him. Yes, there had been times when she had fantasized about him. She would imagine Adam making love to her or doing the normal little things that lovers do. Sometimes when they were together she could even fool herself into feeling like they were a unit. Never did she believe that it could possibly happen in reality. He had a lover, another man that he adored. 

Then, why the hell was she here?

She asked herself if what happened was what she wanted. She had to be honest and admit that it was. The moment it became possible that she might have Adam, she had jumped at it like a bitch in heat. But, what would happen now? 

Adam gave Cara one of Gabriel's dress shirts to put on. He liked the way it fell over her curvy behind. The thought of her nakedness underneath made his dick ache even more. He still had problems getting the picture of her and Gabriel out of his mind or how she felt in his hands last night. Although things were not going quite as he had planned, she hadn't asked to put her dress back on or leave. That was a good sign. He wasn't ready for her to leave. Maybe she wanted to stay for a while. He laced their fingers together as he led her to the kitchen. 

Just before they stepped over the threshold, he turned to her and brought the back of her hand to his lips. "Smile please," he warmly requested.

She attempted a smile.

"You're making me feel like I stole something."




He, She and Him Ch. 02



She laughed easily at that because Adam had not stolen anything from her. She had given herself to him. In retrospect, she had given herself to both of them. She was in new waters and felt like she did not know in which direction to swim. 

When the couple entered the kitchen and Adam pulled out a seat for her, Gabriel sat her plate down. He had decided to play along with this game, this fantasy of Adam's.

"I figured I'd do lunch. Turkey sandwiches," he announced sarcastically.

"Coffee?" Adam requested, ignoring Gabriel's tone.

"I never did get around to learning how to use that thing," 

"I don't understand what's so hard about it," Adam muttered, getting up.

"And how are you this morning beautiful," Gabriel said turning his seat around and straddling it beside her. "I don't know about you but I feel good."

Cara glared at him.

Ah, Gabriel thought to himself with satisfaction, she has a little fire in her. He smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. Maybe this could be fun. It bugged him that Adam had not taken her to her car by now. And, it was stupid for him to leave his own car there this long. Their arrangement had always been that Adam drove them home or back to their cars on his way to the pool. Adam generally controlled everything, that way Gabriel did not have to deal with that "Can I see you again" shit. And, from the looks of the shirt she was wearing, Adam was not taking her anywhere anytime soon. Gabriel's first intention had been to fuck Cara just to piss Adam off. That was before he had actually touched her this morning. It did not matter now. Whatever the intention had been, it had failed. Watching him fuck Cara had only geared Adam up. That was new. Usually afterwards, he would have to spend at least a week petting Adam out of guilt.

"Complicated." Gabriel shook his head.

Cara played with her sandwich, lost in her own thoughts. Adam acted like it was the most natural thing to have made love as they did last night. He wanted her and she wanted him. For him it was simple. And, Cara was okay with that. She wanted to believe that it was simple. But Gabriel's lips and hands all over her, him inside her so thoroughly, seemed to be normal to Adam too. He even seemed to have wanted it. What was most confusing to her was that she liked it, all of it. Not now, but when it was happening--more than she would ever have imagined. That terribly embarrassed her. Last night, what they did, it was unbelievable. But, she knew that it was very real. Thinking about making love to Adam and how he felt deep down inside of her was stirring. Remembering how Gabriel moved between her legs and worked his magic, sucking her firm clit between his lips and teasing it like he did... Cara shifted in her seat. She could still feel where he had been just a short while ago.

Cara sighed. 

"What in the world are you thinking," Adam asked.

She hesitated for just a moment and then redirected her thoughts. There was something she needed to know.

"Do you guys do this a lot?" she asked, looking down at her plate.

"This? Never," Adam said, finishing off his sandwich.

"Who suddenly can't count?" Gabriel threw out there.

"But, not like this," Adam protested, giving Gabriel a warning look.

He reached out and took Cara's hand. "You know how I feel about you. This is different."

"This is weird." She finally looked him directly in the eyes.

The look in her eyes made him feel a little betrayed. 

"To who? Me? Him? You?" Adam declared, motioning between the three of them. The notion of what is right and wrong when it came to relationships had left him a long time ago. He knew what made him happy. The world being what it was, being happy was damned good.

"Me," he started to explain, "I've always wanted to be with you. I just needed a chance."

"How long?"

"A long time."

The two of them just looked at each other.

Gabriel removed himself from the table. 

"Always like this." She motioned including Gabriel.

"Always."

She looked over at Gabriel who placed his plate in the dishwasher and pretty much ignored her. He casually leaned against the counter, arms across his chest, his naked feet crossed at the ankle. He wore nothing but a pair of sweat pants riding low on his hips. There was a slight spray of hair that sneaked from his navel and disappeared into the ban of his pants. His pants were so low that a little pull could reveal the base of his cock and the inverted U at his hips did not make it any better.

Gabriel followed her eyes and then smiled wickedly. It was just a flash; she was sure Adam had not even noticed. Cara merely smirked at him. 

Gabriel had tribal markings tattooed over one shoulder and down the upper part of the arm. She had never noticed that before. But, how could she? She was in a state of blind passion every time he came near her. Now, his face was dark, his forehead furrowed and he looked irritated.

"And him," she asked. 

."We're together. You know that." 

Cara made note of the fact that he had only confirmed that they were a couple, not that Gabriel wanted her there. 

Gabriel cleared his throat.

"This is sort of crazy," she said.

"Why?" Adam asked. "I've been there for you through some pretty crazy relationships. None of which worked out. Why not try me? Why not try this? You know how I feel about you. I'm not going to hurt you or allow anything else to hurt you. Forget how things are supposed to be. Just let go. Don't be afraid to find out who you are and what you like or want. There are no limits or rules. This can be a really beautiful thing between us."

She did not respond. 

"Do you trust me?" Adam asked, holding his breath.

"Yes," she admitted. 

"Did you enjoy us?" He smiled.

Her yes was a whisper.

Adam ran his hand over his head. "Christ," he teased, "I shaved off all my hair for you because you said bald heads turn you on."

Cara smiled. "You need to let that grow back. I liked your boy band hair."

"Well," he laughed, "it worked. You're here aren't you?"

When the laughter died down, Adam looked solemn.

"What feels good determines what's normal," he said. "I feel good. You feel good. We aren't harming anyone. Fuck everybody else."

"But you're gay"

"You keep saying that." Adam shook his head.

Gabriel had to let out a bitter laugh. "I don't think that's made much of a difference to him last night."

"For either of you," she said focusing on Gabriel.

"Relax and have some fun." Adam smiled, looking between the two of them.

"Fun being the major word here," Gabriel threw in for Adam's benefit. 

Cara couldn't help but smile back at Adam. "For how long?" 

"Does there have to be some kind of limit placed on us?"

"Is this all just about sex?"

"Cara," Adam expressed with one brow drawn up. He could not believe she had asked that. 

"Well," Gabriel said dramatically, "I'm going to go put on some clothes, unless you guys have something else in mind."

He looked suggestively between the two of them.

Adam looked at Gabriel with the words "Shut up" written all over his face.

"I need to go home," Cara said, standing and looking down at herself.

"Why?" Adam said a little too quickly. 

Cara nodded. "Kay is probably a little worried."

"You can call her later." He knew that Kay would try to make her feel a little guilty. 

"Who's Kay," Gabriel inquired. Then he smiled devilishly at Cara. "Girlfriend?"

Adam held up his hand and motioned the sign for excessive talking with his fingers. "Her roommate Kanisha," he answered.

"Oh, her," Gabriel said leaving. 

"For a moment there I started getting happy. You know, we could add one more to this party," Gabriel threw over his shoulder.

Adam rolled his eyes.

"I don't think he likes me very much." She half smiled.

"Oh," Adam grinned, shaking his head. "He likes you all right." 

Cara shrunk back with embarrassment.

"Oh come on," Adam said playfully. He put his arms around her and kissed her on the top of the head. "We are going to have some fun today."

Cara looked up into his dancing blue eyes. As always, his joy was contagious. 

Adam could not resist lowering his head and kissing her. Her lips were fleshy and warm. His tongue lazily sought hers out and she returned his kiss fully. He reached and spread his hands across her ass and squeezed. 

"Have I ever told you that I'm an ass man," he said, giving her a broad smile.

***

Gabriel was immediately dropped off at the gym for his Saturday work out. Adam and Cara headed to the mall. Cara still wore her little black dress and heels, drawing attention everywhere she went. Adam fully enjoyed choosing several outfits for her. At first he was satisfied with just having her change into and model his choices, but soon he was actually in the dressing room with her taking his time sliding things off and easing things on. He was all hands and lips. He stood behind her, half helping and half watching her reflection in the mirror as she slipped a top over her head. While her hands were held high, he smoothed the materiel over her breast and torso. He subtly tweaked a nipple without missing a beat. When she lifted her curly hair to keep it from getting caught at the neck, his warm lips would find that sensitive patch of skin behind her ear. He would slip a teasing hand between her legs because she was not wearing the pair of panties she had worn the night before. Or, he would pretend to check the fit as he palmed her behind. 

Adam had Cara giggling like a teenager. 

Cara walked out of the store wearing a perfectly fitted pair of jeans and a clingy long sleeve shirt that fit over her chest just so, showcasing her nipples perfectly. She could not wear a bra last night without its straps showing under that dress, but today she wished she had. She hated the way her nipples were so noticeable.

"I think they think," Adam teased, his lips at her ear, "that we fucked in their fitting room."

Cara giggled. It seemed like just a second ago he had slipped his two fingers between her lips so that she could taste herself. "My jeans are soaked," she informed him.

"You should take them off. That dress was working for me."

She punched him in the shoulder as they left the store. Cara was seeing a new side of Adam. Or, maybe it was not that it was new, it was more. Adam was always affectionate, but now it was combined with a heightened sense of intimacy that was reflected in every movement he made toward her. Every cell in her body responded to every touch, every innuendo. 

"We'll take these and those over there," Adam said, rising up from the floor of the shoe store they were in now. 

The young man that had insisted on helping them had been offended when Adam all but pushed him out of the way to place shoes on Cara's feet. But now, he wore a look of absolute admiration for Adam. He had missed nothing. The teenager watched closely as Cara's foot messaged the bulge at the front of Adam's jeans. His eyes followed Adams hands as he squeezed Cara's inner thigh. After Adam had chosen the final pair he planned on buying, he fitted himself between her legs and wrapped his hands under her knees, jerking her forward for a kiss. When they left the store, the young guy gave Adam a fist pound and watched the two disappear into the mall from the door way of the store.

"You know you made his day," Cara told him.

"You've made mine."

"That was so corny," Cara laughed.

"It did sound bad didn't it," Adam conceded. With bags in hand he eased in front of her easily, stopping her in her tracts. He lowered his head and kissed her in the middle of the mall. It was not quick and it definitely was not innocent. Adam had been playing a dangerous game most of the day. He kept her on edge, lightening her up like a fuse in impossible situations that left her flushed and overheated. This kiss was meant to arouse and Cara brought one hand to the side of his face to let her fingers drift from the corner of his eye to the set line of his jaw.

"Cara?" A sharp familiar voice came from nowhere. 

It took a moment before Adam released her lips. A breathy "hi" was all she could manage as she met the eyes of an older coworker. The hefty woman looked squarely at Adam in shock. She knew who he was and obviously did not think the whole scene looked right.

"Shopping?" The woman asked after a stretched and uncomfortable silence.

"Yes," Cara said shaking her head profusely. She knew the woman well. The woman even knew her parents. Cara had sat across from her at work for almost a year. As it stood, Cara just felt...caught.

The woman stared between the two of them, wrinkling her nose as if something smelled bad.

"See you later," Cara added as Adam pulled her along.

"That was rude," Cara protested. "It's going to be all over the office Monday that I was sucking your face off in the mall."

"That nosey bat interrupted a perfectly good kiss." Adam was seriously annoyed. 

Cara just shook her head and laughed. 

***

Gabriel did not seem too happy when they finally picked him up. He watched Adam slide out of the driver's seat of the huge SUV with impatience and almost did not allow Adam enough time to slip into the back.

"You're late." His voice was angry and clipped.

"Time got away from us," Adam supplied, unperturbed.

"It's my fault," Cara attempted to explain.

Gabriel's dark eyes froze her with a look. He had on a light, crème colored sweater that highlighted his naturally tanned skin and a pair of dark jeans. Gone was the smoothed back business hair of last night, replaced with a loose more natural wavy look still damp from the shower. No matter how casual he looked, he still had an all business air about him. It immediately sobered Cara up. 

The sun was easing down the horizon and the moon was at their back. Soon it would start getting colder as fall totally slipped away. In the fading light of the car, Cara snuck looks at him as he drove. With his square chin, the perfect line of his nose, those generous lips, even the scowl on his face made him look handsome. Gabriel was sexy in that male way that made you automatically want to be submissive.

"Food," he simply stated.

"I don't know," Adam inquired. "What do you feel like? Italian, maybe?" 

"Sounds good." Gabriel concluded.

Cara did not know why but she had a sudden need to rebel against Gabriel in some way. "I want Chinese," she declared a bit too loudly.

"Why?" Gabriel glanced at her and smirked.

"I just like Chinese food." She humped up her shoulders as if it was nothing to her.

"Thai," Adam announced with finality.

Cara could tell that they were communicating silently from the way that Gabriel kept staring into the review mirror. She took a chance and looked into the back seat. Adam's long legs were stretched out as he sat relaxed against the black leather. He smiled and that was enough to warm Cara back up. 

At dinner, the two men relaxed and fell into easy conversation. Both their friendship and intimacy was apparent in how they conversed with one another. Adam would try to include her but some things were just over her head.

The house was dark when they entered, but Gabriel stepped in first and took care of that. He turned down the lighting so that there was a warm glow.

"I'm going to fix us a glass of wine," Adam said, removing his jacket from around Cara's shoulders and kissed her on the cheek.

As usual, Gabriel just seemed to disappear. Cara lifted her head when the music started. It was soft and soothing, not jazz or soul but something lost in between. It was calming and made her want to move at the same time. Looking around, she wondered where the music was coming from.

Returning, Adam fixed himself behind her. "He had the speaker system specially designed," Adam leaned down and whispered into Cara's ear. "The speakers are in the ceiling."

"Oh," Cara said embarrassed at how stupid she must have looked.

He handed her the glass and took a long sip from his own. Cara turned around. Adam had that look in his sea blue eyes again. Cara felt herself growing warm. She gulped down her wine quickly.

"Slow down," Adam said playfully. 

He took her glass and went to refill it. When he returned they sat on the couch and just joked around like they always had. They played that game where you had to slap the tops of the other's hands before they could move them away. Adam was, of course, winning. His reflexes were much faster than Cara's. He took both of her hands into his apologetically, rubbing the spots where his slaps had stung.

"You really shouldn't play this game," he teased. "You aren't any good at it."

"Oh shut up," she griped. 

Gabriel came in the living area and sat in a comfortable chair that was cattycornered, but facing them. He had a glass in his hand, but it was not wine. He let out a long impatient breath.

Cara used the time to look around at how well they had decorated their house. Everything looked polished and expensive. They had real artwork on the walls. There were no pictures of them and Cara found that strange.

"Where is your TV," she inquired curiously. "In the den," Adam told her. "Why, do you want to look at TV?"

Gabriel made that sound again.

She guessed not.

"I haven't seen the den," she announced.

"You want to see the den," Adam said, relieved. "Then let's see the den."

Cara held up her chin defiantly, looking at Gabriel. "Great."

Adam showed her the entire house starting with the Den, then the extra room, a room that Gabriel had converted into an office and finally the bedroom that she had slept in. Everything in the house was extremely neat and organized, even the closets. In the bedroom, the covers were strewn across the bed, pillows on the floor. 

Cara looked at the bed and then looked back at Adam, raising her eyebrows.

"Well." She exhaled.

"Well," he returned.

"You like the house," he asked her, moving closer.

"It's real nice Adam. You guys have really made it look nice. I remember when you were having it built and..."

Adam lowered his head and kissed her. He pulled away just enough to look her in the eyes. Once again, Cara was aware of how tall and well formed Adam was. 

"What are you thinking?" He had that sexy look on his face again.

"Uhm..." She searched for words. "I don't know."

"You know."

Cara started to get that funny feeling in her groin. It was like that feeling you get when you go down the rail on a rollercoaster, but not quite.

"No Adam," she breathed deeply, "I don't."

He was so close.

He pulled in even closer, his lips touching hers ever so lightly. "You know."

She kissed him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as their tongues explored each other's. 

Adam ran his hands down her back pulling her into him fully.

They both heard Gabriel come in the room and let their kiss linger some before acknowledging him. 

Both Adam and Cara slowly turned to look at Gabriel. For the first time that entire day, Gabriel was hard for Cara to read. There was no derisive behavior. He was not irritated or upset. There was no devilish smile, no smart comment, and no crease in his forehead. He just looked openly at them, his face so painfully handsome.

Cara looked back up at Adam and broke away.

"Uhm..." Cara was suddenly so nervous. "I'm going to go to the bathroom."

She started for the one connected to the bedroom, then changed her mind--awkwardly walking around Gabriel for the one down the hall

In the bathroom, Cara looked in the mirror with the palms of her hands resting on her heated cheeks. She could leave. All she had to do was tell Adam she wanted to go. She knew that he would not hesitate to follow through with her request. But, did she really want to go? She knew what was going to happen if she went back into that room. If she was honest with herself, she had to admit that all day she had known what was going to happen tonight. She dropped her hands and closely examined her face. Cara never considered herself beautiful even though she was often told that she was. She knew that she was not ugly by any means, but not exceptional in any way. Here she had two absolutely beautiful men wanting to do nothing but pleasure her. What woman would turn their back on that?




He, She and Him Ch. 02



"One with the Christian morals she was raised with," she said to herself. But, she never wanted to be like her parents, all boxed in and judgmental. Cara had wanted to be free.

She quickly pulled her shirt over her head and off. She fluffed up her wild curls with her fingers. She pushed her boobs up and then pinched her dark nipples until they were upright and firm. She wished she had carried her little purse in with her. Then, she could have applied some lip gloss. 

"It doesn't matter," she thought, licking her lips salaciously and posing. "Life doesn't get any freer than this."

Cara took one last look, drew in a deep breath and then slowly let it go. She turned and exited the room.

They were standing side by side, heads bent and almost touching, speaking in a low undertone. The two men looked up when they heard her enter the room. Cara stood there for a moment, wondering why she had thought it necessary to prematurely remove her top. But, they were both looking at her chest and the look in their eyes made her feel bolder. She lifted and grabbed hold to her leg. She almost fell trying to remove her shoe. Gabriel and Adam both moved forward, but she put her hand out—letting them know that she had this. She removed her other shoe in a way that certainly could not be defined as graceful, but did the job without her losing her balance. She straightened out, pulled her shoulders back and waited on her men.

Almost on cue, they removed their shirts and then their shoes and socks. 

Cara undid her pants, worked them down her gorgeous legs and stepped out of them, panty free.

Adam and Gabriel let their pants fall too and stepped out of them. Adam had to remove his boxer briefs. Gabriel, of course, wore none.

Cara smiled. It figured that Gabriel would not be wearing any "drawers". She laughed at her own choice of words.

Gabriel and Adam looked at each other, a little confused. Both men stood side by side, naked before her. Both well endowed shafts of bone and sinew were poised high, Gabriel's bold and thick, Adam's a little slighter, yet longer. Their bodies were strong and chiseled to perfection. Everything seemed so much more pronounced by the low light and shadows of the room. Just looking at the two of them made Cara's pussy weep and a sort of anticipation both thrilled and terrified her at the same time.

Adam stepped forward first and Cara placed herself in front of him, eyes focused on nothing but his. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her closer, lowered his head and kissed her fully. His tongue slipped between her lips and she sucked it in. Adam was an excellent kisser and he searched her mouth with what was now familiar ease. 

When their kiss ended, he looked into her eyes and smiled. Cara felt so warm inside. 

Then he stepped away and turned to Gabriel.

"Kiss him," he whispered softly in her ear.

Cara looked up into Gabriel's dark eyes and took in a deep breath. This beautiful, man had been so deep inside of her just this morning and the night before his tongue between her thighs had driven her out of her mind. She had even kissed him before, at the club last night. Still, she felt shy and uncertain. 

Cara moved forward. She stepped up close to Gabriel and placed the palm of her hand on his chest. She brushed a taut, flat nipple with the surface of her finger and felt the muscle move under her touch, encouraging her. 

Gabriel's eyes scorched her. He covered her small hand with his own, lifted the heel to his lips and kissed it. 

"The point of no return." Gabriel's words were whispered huskily but the provocative note was so strong that it caused Cara to close her eyes and tilt her head upward.

The word yes slipped from between her ready lips. 

Gabriel searched her lovely face for just a moment before moving his lips close to hers, so close but not touching. Cara could feel their warmth hovering over her own, then across her cheek. When they finally touched her skin, they laid small kisses along her jaw bone.

Cara arched into him. When Gabriel finally slipped his hands in her hair and fully claimed her lips, Cara's whole body sighed. His kiss was intense as he drew her out. 

When Adam's hands slipped around her body, over her ribs and cupped her breasts, Cara could feel his need press against her. Adam kissed and sucked on the skin at the curve of her neck. Each man's movement only heightened the intensity of the other. 

Cara surrendered herself. She was ready, ready for this.

Cara found herself lifted and laid atop the loosened covers of the bed.

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He, She and Him



"You can't tell me that you don't feel attracted to her Gabriel!"

"She's cute, nice tits and ass. That can be said about half the women in this club. Fucking them would mean less drama."

"There is no drama. And, you probably already have fucked half the women in this room."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean," Gabriel demanded angrily.

"You know what it means. You owe me this."

"I owe you this? You more than just like her Adam. That much is obvious. That, my love, is the definition of complicated. Don't play me for a fucking fool. You have been trying to make this happen for months. As soon as she was free, you pounced."

Adam shook his head. Sometime Gabriel pissed him off. Everything always had to be about him. If he spotted someone across the room and wanted to bring them home, then they did. Adam understood his needs and his limits. He loved him completely, strengths and weaknesses. The one rule was that they did it together and their relationship was top priority--not diminished by their little excursions, but strengthened. 

"We talked about this, man. I'm not like you. I have to feel something," Adam explained, exasperated with Gabriel's sudden desire for abstinence.

"There is a possibility that she may want nothing to do with either of us. You obviously haven't asked her. Or, maybe she may just want you. Then there is the most obvious outcome, regardless of what she decides."

"You're loving this aren't you?"

"No. I don't want to see you hurt. She's your friend. But you need to face the fact that she may not ever speak to you again."

"I know her. I know what she needs."

Talk like that concerned Gabriel. This is supposed to just be a fuck. "You know what you and your dick want," he blurted out coldly.

"I know what you need too. Trust me," Adam told him, lifting his head and smiling at the approaching topic of discussion.

"Are you guys arguing," Cara teased, punching Adam as he slid out of the booth for her.

Adam stood at full height and took both of Cara's shoulders in his hands. "Dance with me," he sighed.

Cara laughed. His request seemed a little awkward and she could not understand why. She looked between the two of them. 

"Come and join us," she extended to Gabriel. "We can have a threesome."

The look he gave her sent a chill through her body. She quickly refocused on Adam.

"Let's see if my favorite white boy can still do it on the dance floor." 

Cara was moving her hips before they hit the edge of the dancing crowd. Adam did his rendition of the Dougie swag as they made their way through the dancers. Cara laughed at him, but damn--the man looked good. Adam was an excellent dancer, none of that flailing "I'm trying to do what I saw on BET" stuff. He was a natural. He could really move and he was sexy with it. Often times, other girls would dance up on him. Sometimes he would bite and let them booty grind him. Cara hoped he would ignore them tonight. She wanted his undivided attention. She felt charged. The dress, hair and make-up had all been done with Adam's preferences in mind. He was definitely opinionated when it came to critiquing fashion. She had gone straight from work and spent way too much money on the short black number. In spite of that, she was uncertain of how well she looked. That is until, she saw Adam standing at the bar. He had checked her out, from head to toe, with satisfaction in his bright blue eyes. 

Now, dancing with Adam, Cara felt beautiful. She let go of all her usual insecurities. The steady flow of alcohol had her nicely lit, but she was far from drunk. With Adam dancing so close, the music being just right too, Cara felt good. 

In the back of her mind she was aware that Gabriel was watching, but she dismissed it with a "fuck him".

As she spun around in a slow circle, gyrating her hips while easing down to the floor and back up, Cara put on her "sexy face". This had Adam dying from laughter. He knew she was teasing and he loved it. They had coined that look, the sexy face, when she had her eye on a particular guy at work. It was right after her last major break-up. Adam had advised Cara to throw the poor looser, a sexy look next time she caught him looking at her. Cara had done it and obviously scared the guy to death. After that, he treated her like she had a sexually transmitted disease. The look and the title became an inside joke. This was yet another example of Cara's ineptness at finding a man. Every time she did it, Adam could not suppress a laugh. 

But, Adam had to be honest with himself. 

When she made that face, all he could think about was how she would look with him buried deep inside her and her coming all over his cock. Laughing was just a cover, something to change his line of thought. When she raised her hands in the air and moved her head to the side, feeling the music, Cara revealed the deliciously chocolate column of her neck. Adam followed it down to her lovely breasts. He wanted to feel the weight of them in the palms of his hands. He knew they would fill his large palms well. It took everything he had not to reach out for her.

Cara fully enjoyed the look in Adam's eyes. His eyes glistened and danced all over her body. The feelings that welled up inside her, knowing that he obviously was enjoying watching her, made Cara's movements more elicit. She turned her back to him and moved in close. Her ass had a mind of its own. She felt that she may lack the social graces that drew men in, but put on some music, let her body move, and no one was immune to her magnetic pull. She raised her hands up once more and found the curve at the back of his bald head. 

"You like that don't you," he drawled seductively. 

"I love bald heads," she said, grinding her ass against him. "You know that."

Then she purred seductively. "Every time I see one, I think of how it would look between my legs."

The minute those words left her mouth, Cara missed the beat. The realization of what she had just revealed to him and the way she said it scared her. She quickly turned back around and searched Adam's face. Her heart was thumping in her chest.

Adam laughed, catching her hands and swirling her back around. He wrapped Cara's arms across her midriff and curved his body into hers. In spite of herself, she laid against his chest. Their bodies moved perfectly together. 

"Work that ass girl," he teased.

And, she did.

What the hell was she doing? Why the hell couldn't she stop? The questions were there, but she ignored them.

After a while, Cara could feel him--enormous and hard against her lower back.

"You know," he began, positioning his lips at the top of her ear, "I knew that you liked a bald head. One time you told me that you thought it was sexy."

Cara snuggled her face into the curve of his neck like a stretching kitten. Her body felt long and feline like. She slipped her hands from beneath his and stretched her hands above her head. Cupping the sides of his scalp, she let her hands smooth down to the base of his neck. 

Adam was suddenly everywhere. When his strong hands moved up her body, pausing at the under swell of her breast and then making there way back down again, Cara's body moaned.

"Why do you think I cut it all off?" He nibbled on the curve of her ear.

Adam's hands slid down over her firm abdomen, stopping just above her now weeping v. Her ass was still moving against him. Their joint movements gave his dick excellent friction. They danced like that for a while, just feeling one another. Adam's hands traveled the same path over and over. It was causing Cara's nipples to ache, longing for his touch. She let her hands continue to play with his head.

"Adam," she questioned him, passion in her voice.

He kissed her temple.

"Remember," she pleaded. "You're gay."

"Not all the time."

"What? You pick it up and put it down at will. You've been gay for quite some time."

"Does it feel like I'll have trouble remembering how to satisfy you Cara?"

He was still playing with her ear and laying gentle kiss against her hairline and temple. Cara had her head cocked so that access was easy. This was not making any sense to her. She was certain about what she was feeling, but uncertain about what Adam was saying. He was her crush, not the other way around.

"Do you want to fuck me Adam?"

There, the words were out there.

His cock jumped. 

"I want to make love to you Cara." He kissed the curve of her jaw, beneath her ear. The tip of his tongue tasted her. "I want to run my hands down your thighs."

His hands moved down the curve of her hips and forward to the front of her upper thighs. He gave a little squeeze, loving the meaty feel of them. If his hands had continued to slide over, he would have been cupping her mound. If he moved any further down, he would be touching flesh and not the satiny cloth of her dress.

Spreading her legs just a little more, Cara swung her hips and took a slight dip. Her thighs flexed beneath his hands.

Adam did not miss a beat; he dipped right along with her.

They had danced together before, but never like this--never so close.

"What if I slipped my hands under the skirt of your dress," he continued. "I want to press my hand between your thighs."

"Adam." She moaned a warning.

"Would you get wet for me Cara?"

The music was loud, but nothing compared to the sound of Cara's heart pounding as they moved together.

"If I drive my finger into you right now, slick your wetness across your clit, would you cum for me Cara?"

Cara placed her hands on top of his. For a moment she was not sure whether she wanted his hands to slide over or down. Or maybe, back up and cup her aching breasts. She was undeniably dripping in contemplation.

"This is crazy Adam." It was a more of a reminder to her then for the benefit of Adam. "You have him. You are his."

"I'm yours too. I've been yours for so long. Tonight, I want to make you mine. I want to take you home."

"Adam, what about him?"

"Him," Adam repeated. "Say his name Cara."

"Gabriel."

"He'll like the way you say his name. He wants you too."

Adam slid one of his hands over her firm breast and then back down again. 

"Adam," she pleaded. Her voice was half shocked and half filled with need. "Don't."

They were surrounded by other bodies groping and moving to the pulsating beat now much faster than the two of them. But still, Cara was not a slut. She was not wanton. She was not going to get finger fucked on the dance floor.

She opened her eyes looking up and off to the side, her forehead buried in the crook of his neck and the side of her face on his chest. No one was paying any attention to them. What was happening to her seemed to be her whole world; and yet, no one was looking. Her body was separating into pieces. Each piece was a cluster of nerves. Adam's strong body was against her back, leading her in movement as she melted against him. The feel of Adam's engorged organ, hot at her lower back made her very aware that he was a man. He would dip and rub it down the crack of her round ass as she gyrated. Adam expertly maneuvered his hands so that it all seemed part of the dance. When his hands cupped the side of her breasts, his thumbs briefly tweaked her hard nipples. Then once more they were gone. 

Cara turned her head and Gabriel's broad chest was in front of her. Panic started to take over as she raised her eyes to meet his.

"Shhh," Adam soothed. "Feel the music baby. Dance with me." He threw a stern look a Gabriel.

She wanted to close her eyes and just let Adam take over. Her body felt so good in his hands. She had fantasized about this a thousand times. Who would blame her? No one would. Adam was every woman's fantasy. Cara knew she wanted him and now she knew he wanted her too. 

Gabriel's strong hands slid around her hips, grabbed her ass and jerked her body into his. 

Cara thought to protest. Who in the hell did he think he was! The only thing that fell from her parted lips was a sudden gasp for air as she felt Gabriel's hardness against her. He slid into the dance as if he were always a part of what they had been doing all along. 

Sandwiched in between the two of them so tightly that they could fuck her and no one would be able to make out the details of what was happening, their bump and grind dance simulated the act just as well as the surrounding dancers.

Cara craned her neck to look up at Gabriel, refusing to close her eyes and let go. His black eyes shimmered as if they were laced with silver. Everything was both happening fast and slow all at once. The music, two virile men so close and her own burning need intoxicated her more than any form of alcohol ever could. When Gabriel's fleshy lips pressed against hers, soft and demanding, Cara's eyes rolled back into her head. Gabriel withdrew all the air from her body as his tongue discovered the cavern of her mouth. Cara went limp between them. They danced no more. 

She knew what this meant, without a shadow of a doubt.

On the drive to the house, Cara road in the back seat of Gabriel's car wrapped in the warmth of Adam's strong arms. As soon as they were out of the car, Adam picked her up and Cara wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried Cara through the beautiful home that he and his lover shared, and Gabriel seemed to just fade away. 

In the half lit bedroom, Adam sat on the bed with her stradling his lap. He placed his hands on the side of her face and simply looked at her. He did not know how many times he had looked at this lovely face and memorized every expression. From the plane of her forehead to the rounded high cheek bones and that button nose, he had considered her somewhat from afar. But, tonight he was close. Adam could feel the warmth of her breath on his face. He fixated on her full lips, perfect to him--neither too large nor too thin. Once again he could think of no other word to describe her. To him she was just right. He pressed his lips against hers and moaned from relief. It was happening--finally.

His hands slipped slowly down her body, careful not to miss a thing as he deepened his kiss. He drew her out with practiced precision as their tongues intertwined. The kiss started with sweetness but quickly moved to need. Now, they kissed in desperation. All the while, his hands pressed against her body. They moved down the smoothness of her neck to cup her breast. Adam enjoyed the weight of them in his hands just like he had imagined. Her breasts were full and lush, a key part of her incredibly curvy body. From the sides of her breasts, he followed the inward curve of her waist to the rounded curve of her hips. When he slid his hands across her voluptuous ass, he spread out his hands and gripped it firmly. 

Adam was hard as stone. His cock expanded to the point of pain as it pressed against the confinement of his pants. He jerked her into him so that she could feel his desire, and whispered in her lips. "I want you Cara."

Cara pulled away from him and withdrew her legs to stand up.

Adam immediately searched her eyes in fear. "What?" he asked humbly. 

Cara smiled, her dark eyes dancing. She looked like a teasing nymph, ready for devilish play.

Adam was game. He removed his shirt and sat back with both of his arms behind him. His elbows locked. His hands firmly placed behind him on the mattress. His blue eyes were gleaming. A half smile played across his face. He used each foot to slip off the shoe of the other. It was the same with his socks.

He was ready.

First, she let the straps of the black dress that sheathed her body fall down her smooth chocolate shoulders. With some effort she slid the dress down slowly. Cara had chosen not to wear a bra. So when the dress no longer supported her full breasts, they seemed to angrily spring forth. It was as if the dress had forced them into submission. The nubs of her nipples were so hard and erect, considerable in size. Adam had to force himself not to move forward and cover her entire areoles with his open mouth. He distracted himself by focusing on how the dress smoothed down her hips and the way the piece of jewelry at her navel caught the light. 

When the dress passed her thick shapely thighs, Adam sucked in a swoosh of air which filled his chest. Cara reminded him of those fantastically well endowed black queens of the porn his roommate in college would ogle. At that time Adam had already shared experiences with men. Although feeling forced to watch in order to not draw any attention to what he described as his weakness, Adam still admired the rises and falls of a lush body. And, Cara's body was sinful, made to be fucked and fucked well. 

He slid off his pants and his thick cock sprung upward. Then he resumed his position, admiring the woman that stood before him in the black strappy high heels. 

Cara moved to remove her shoes. 

"No," Adam instructed. "Keep them on."

Cara move forward and Adam closed his legs. She spread her legs and eased herself closer. Placing her hands on his broad shoulders for support, she lifted one knee onto the bed. Her soft thigh glided across the top his. While spread so wide, Adam looked down and slipped one hand between those thighs. 

Cara moaned when his fingers ran across her slit, touching the slight tip of her clit (now firm and peeking out). With his middle finger he slipped between her folds following the path that led to her opening.

"You are so wet for me," he whispered in amazement.

Cara laughed softly. She was nervous, excited and hungry for him all at the same time. 

Her pussy gripped his finger as it slid in. He gently moved his finger in and out--two, three times. On the fourth time, he slipped in another finger. She was tight and he felt his excitement growing. Being within her was going to be as marvelous as he had dreamed. 

Adam helped her as Cara slid her other knee up on the bed, straddling him again.. 

Adam spread his legs wide to open her up for him. He liked the way her pussy wept, soaking his fingers. He let the fleshy pad of his finger curl into that spongy spot hee thought to be her g-spot. The reaction she had let him know that he was correct. He pumped, driving his fingers as deep as they would go and also dragging them across that spot. 

Cara moaned deeply, letting her head fall to his shoulder. She felt weak.

Adam's eyes held hers as he spread his legs even wider, bringing her closer into him. Reaching between them, he positioned himself. His swollen head approached her opening. Adam's cock was thick and a nice length. This would stretch her wider than his fingers. He worried that he would hurt her. For all her talk, her experience with men was limited. Still, although he eased his head within her, he did not falter in his progress.

"Oh," Cara cried, wrapping her arms more around him. 

A growl seemed to well up within him and release itself at the feel of his head finally tasting the inside of her. Adam positioned himself so that his length rubbed between her unfurled lips. Each time he entered her, he went just a little deeper--moving against her pulsating clit... He coaxed her contracting pussy to accept him.

The wave that seemed to ease through her body made her pant for breath and cling to him. As he finally impaled her, she let out the loudest cry yet. His lips pressed down on her demandingly, stifling the sound. There was pain and the most exquisite sense of pleasure. Yes, she thought. She liked this. She needed it. She needed Adam.

Breaking their passionate kiss, Adam moved to whisper in her ear. "You feel so good to me Cara."

The sound of his soothing voice calmed her. So when he repositioned and seemed to go deeper, she was ready. 

Adam's stiff rod twitched within her. He was ready and eager. He watched her face, reading those familiar expressions. When her emotions showed that she too was ready and willing, he shoved himself farther up on the bed. His hands supported her perfectly so that they loss no contact. When her entire legs were solidly on the bed and he could go no further with his feet still on the floor, Adam laid back. And, he pulled her down on top of him. Her legs were still bent at his sides. He grabbed her hips, sliding his hands around her behind. Firmly he secured her to him and began work his hips. He stroked slowly, teaching her body how to equally please each other. It worked.




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Cara began to want it more. She wanted him deeper and faster. Moving in unison with him she began to move her hips. A strangled moan escaped her as she worked herself. 

"That's good," he whispered. "So, good." 

Adam pulled her hair back and kissed her. Their fucking became more intense. He would pull out, almost dislodging himself, only to slam back into her. Over and over they repeated this. Each time her body swallowed him, muscles within her pussy clamped down on him. 

Cara closed her eyes tightly and cried out. "No, no," she pleaded, trying to lift herself off of Adam. The feeling that was building up throughout her body was frightening. It was so strong that she wanted to fight against it, delay it. But, she never stopped moving to the juicy rhythm Adam and she created. It was like the dance they had done earlier.

Adam heard her pleas and understood. He wanted her to experience the fullness of what was happening to her. So he held her firmly to him, pressing her body into his as they moved together

The feeling Cara was fighting swirled into a ball pulling from everything inside her. It was unbearable. It was so fierce and demanding. As it gathered into a tight sphere at her center, Cara's body tensed up. Then there was like a shattering crash deep inside. "Oh God," she yelled out as she exploded above him.

Adam slowed down just enough to lengthen the ride of her climax. 

Afterwards, Cara's entire body was one pulsating force. Her pussy constricted and loosened to its cadence. She tried to control her breathing, but the challenge seemed to be beyond her.

Adam continued to move beneath her until he was certain that her body was sated. He never left her entry way as he sat up with her. He pulled slightly away and reached his hand down to manipulate her clit. 

Cara's body jerked. 

He smiled knowingly.

When he pulled her off of him, his cock was still hard and glistening from her juices. His head looked angry between them. Cara whimpered

Adam leaned in and kissed her lips and made a trail to her ears. "I want you to turn around and ride me."

Cara shook her head yes, like a child eager to please. With her legs spread so wide and weak from what she had just experienced, it took a while before she could actually use them. She turned around for him. Up on her knees, she reached up under herself and found his cock. Her hands seemed small, as she grasped it in her palm and curled her fingers around it. It was hot. Holding him made her so excited. She pumped him before aiming him for her opening. She leaned forward. And when she leaned back, she impaled herself on his pole. Cara could not stop herself from crying out. Her hands were positioned on his thighs for leverage as she began to pump his cock, lifting and grinding herself into him. She rocked too, saying "ah" each time her clit pressed against him. 

When she finally raised her head, her hair wild and in her face, Cara noticed Gabriel. He sat naked in a chair in the corner. His hand slid slowly up and down a ridiculously long cock. His eyes were like spears, salacious. 

He rose up out of the seat, still stroking his cock. He moved like a jungle cat. His body was broader than Adam's. His shoulders, chest and abdomen more cut. His manhood was not as thick as Adam's, but longer--ideally shaped.

Gabriel stopped in front of her.

Cara panicked just a little. She had forgotten he was even there. There was the understanding that she would be with both of them. But, it really had not sunk in completely. Now he stood before her, his cock's smoothly curved helmet glaring at her. She wondered if he expected her to suck him. No, she thought, they were not familiar enough for her to be comfortable with that. Cara's eyes widened and her nervousness caused her to fuck Adam harder.

Adam, who had been holding her waist, smoothed his hands up and down her sides. "Relax," he said soothingly. "Let him pleasure you."

Gabriel smiled wickedly. Then he dropped leisurely to his knees. He knelt between her legs. His hands ran up her thighs and then moved between her legs.

Cara was so excited that it felt like her whole body flushed. She gyrated above Adam as he grasped her hips and plunged himself into her. Anticipation caused her to well up with that familiar feeling. When Gabriel's fingers stretched her open to him, Cara inhaled a sharp breath. She threw her head back and her eyes drifted shut. She could not believe this was happening.

When his tongue reached out and licked the slick, revealed pinkness, Cara's eyes flew open. She could not fight the urge to watch in wonder. Gabriel's hot mouth kissed her, licking, tonguing and tasting her. Cara ran one hand through his dark hair in acceptance. She did not know what felt better, Adam fucking her so thoroughly or Gabriel sucking her clit into his mouth and flicking the tip. The combination was amazing. 

Gabriel hummed in response, like a man truly enjoying a good meal. 

Adam fucked her almost to the point of being brutal. This never interrupted Gabriel's possession off her sweet nest of honey. They were accustomed to the movements and timing of the other. The two men controlled the moment. Cara did not move of her own accord, they moved her. 

Cara could not take this feeling nor could she let it go. She had thought that it was too much before, but now it was times two. This combination had her riding a powerful wave of unfathomable pleasure.

Pleasure, she thought and said aloud in a voice that was alien to her. That's what Adam had said. And, it was pure pleasure. Nothing else could be felt or recognized but the simultaneous movements of the two loving her body. Adam in and out. Gabriel strumming her clit. Next thing she knew spasms were rocking through her. She could not try to control what was happening to her if she had tried. There were so many seemingly separated throughout her body and independent of each other. Her legs...everything shook. Then the one took hold of her and shook her to her very core. She thought that she would lose consciousness. Her vision blurred as her eyes became teary. 

As she came, neither man let up on his ministrations. She came on top of coming. The sounds she made were like no other sounds she had ever made before and they echoed off the walls. 

Adam made a guttural sound that emanated from the depth of him. Gabriel's lips left Cara and he lowered himself to Adam's ball. Gabriel wanted to feel them tighten as his lover came. 

Cara was only slightly conscious of the removal of Gabriel's mouth. Her sensitive pussy was still feeling the effects of his talented tongue. Then Adam thrust in and jammed his cock as far as it would go. He released a strong stream of hot cum. She felt it flood her body and smooth over her cervix. He thrust again and released once more, holding himself buried deep inside of her. His hands dug into her sides. 

Gabriel stood up. He held himself again and worked his length from base to head. He smeared the pre-cum over the crown of his steel like cock with his thumb, watching them recover.

Finally, Adam pulled out of Cara and sat up, holding her close. He rolled to his side, taking her with him. He repositioned her and slid her up further on the huge bed. When he moved away from her, Cara felt a great loss. However, she was too weak to do anything about it. She wanted to cuddle but was exhausted. She felt the bed move as if a great weight was placed behind her. Then she heard the sounds. When she turned her head, with eyes that were mere slits, she saw the two of them.

Gabrielle was at Adam's back. He had hooked Adam's arms over and around his own so that they were secured behind his back. Adam's legs were spread open. His shoulders were thrown back from the position and he arched his neck. 

Gabriel was kissing and biting the bared flesh. 

My God, Cara thought to herself. She mumbled something, but not even she knew what it meant. The too men were oblivious.

They were glorious. Two strong long, exemplary forms of masculinity stood on their knees. One an angel, pale, the other a dark lord, his skin swarthy. Muscles bulged. Their sex was raw and untamed.

Cara had never seen anything like it, but was not repulsed or shocked. If she had the strength she would have had to touch herself. She could not take her eyes away, as heavy hooded as they were. It was almost like a dream. When Gabriel let Adam's arms fall to his side, Adam immediately bent forward and placed the palm of his hands against the tall dark wood headboard. Gabriel placed one hand on Adam and with the other he guided his cock between the divide of Adam's rear. From her angle, Gabriel's shaft seemed even longer. 

Gabriel grabbed Adam by the hips and jammed himself inside of him with one smooth movement. 

Cara was not sure but she thought she heard Adam cry out. Then Gabriel began to piston in and out of Adam. Skin slapping together created a tempo in the room. She watched Gabriel's dick pull out and push in. Gabriel angled his head as he watched his lover's back. He pumped and pumped. Cara was certain that she heard Gabriel bellow as her eyes shut.

She was not sure, but time seemed to lose itself. 

Dazed she opened her eyes once more, Adam was leaning his back against the headboard. His legs were pulled up and wide. Gabriel was bent down between them, his head bobbing up and down. Adam's head was thrown back and he was moaning loudly. It was the sound that woke her up. Once identifying it, she slipped back into a deep sleep. Dreaming of the two extraordinary men. 

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