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

heaven."
    Carrie smiled and Zeke's blood burned at the
expression. She delicately tapped her fingers on the end of Eric's cock.
Pre-come welled from the tip. She brought her thumb to her mouth and licked
experimentally.
    "I like the way you taste. So sweet,"
she said.
    Zeke clenched his fists around the ties. Was
that a rip he heard? He wasn't sure he cared. Eric was almost fully down. When
Carrie leaned over and sucked Eric's prick into her mouth, Zeke's brain
short-circuited. This was possibly the most erotic thing he'd ever experienced.
The softness of her breasts pressed on his abdomen as she sucked. Eric trembled
on top of him. Zeke flexed an arm and one of the ties broke. Zeke grabbed hold
of Eric's hip with his right hand and thrust, hitting Eric's sweet spot with
each push inside.
    "Zeke, Jesus," Eric gasped.
    Zeke clenched his teeth grimly and kept moving.
His orgasm loomed over him like an avalanche. He fucked harder, pulling on the
remaining tie, trying to get his arm loose. Carrie had her hand wrapped around
Eric's cock, letting just the crown shove into her mouth with his movements.
She had her teeth out and Zeke knew Eric was feeling the scrape of them with
every thrust. Somehow Zeke managed to get his knees up and he lifted Eric,
pushing into him with hard slaps. When Carrie snaked her free hand down to play
with herself , Zeke lost it. He arched his back,
grunting as his hips continued to move. Eric shuddered and clenched around
Zeke's cock so hard his orgasm paused in mid-spasm. Carrie jacked Eric,
directing his spunk onto Zeke's chest. When Eric finally relaxed, Zeke's climax
roared up again and he panted, the pleasure
indescribable. It felt so good it hurt. Carrie was making these adorable
mewling noises and Zeke had just enough awareness left to realize she was coming
again, too.
    A long minute later, Eric gently unrolled the
condom clinging to Zeke's softened cock and discarded it. Then he reached up
and untied Zeke's left wrist, rubbing at the red chafe marks. " Dammit , Zeke. I told you not
to struggle so hard."
    Zeke stared at his lover in disbelief. He tried
to say something and failed. He cleared his throat and tried again, this time
managing to form actual words. "Are you insane? How the hell was I
supposed to not yank on the
ties?" It's a good thing we have
such a sturdy bed , he thought, glancing at the steel and wood headboard. If
they hadn't made it themselves it would be in splinters.
    Carrie grinned and tucked herself up against
his side again. "You guys are incredible. I'm spoiled forever."
    Zeke's spine prickled. He glanced at Eric. Did
she mean it? He hoped so. He wanted her to stay. So did Eric. Both men were
both completely okay with the idea of Carrie joining them for life. A peculiar
mix of fear, satisfaction, and love welled up in the vicinity of his heart.
Zeke recognized the sensation because he'd felt the exact same thing the first
time he and Eric had admitted their feelings for each other.
    "Yeah, well, we were kind of hoping you'd
like to stay." Zeke's voice cracked as he tried to put everything he felt
in those few words. How the hell is it
possible to fall in love so fast? He darted a glance at Eric, but his friend
was still looking a bit shell-shocked.
    Carrie leaned in for a kiss but paused before
she got halfway there. "Were you two expecting company?"
    "What? In this weather? No. Did you hear something?" Eric frowned and rolled out of bed.
    "I thought I heard a door."
    Zeke thought he had, too. "Only a few
people have keys to the house."
    Carrie slid out of bed and hunted around on the
floor for her clothes. Zeke was afraid to tell her she was shit out of luck.
Her stuff was still downstairs.
    Eric unearthed his pajama pants and pulled them
on. "I'll go down and see." He threw Zeke's flannel bottoms at his
face. "Find something for Carrie to wear, would you?" He walked out
of the room and into the bathroom.
    Zeke nodded, standing up and pulling on his
sleepwear. He walked