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Marianne responded to that suggestion with a ladylike sniff, but once again
Desi
overrode her. 'I adore billiards,’ he declared, and I almost believed he meant it.
He certainly was charming. I just hoped charm wasn't all there was to him. I'd hate to see Joe hurt by some smooth-talking
Joe was too euphoric to worry. He clapped his hands to get the attention of the crowd.
'Okay, everybody out,’ he said. "The star needs to change into street clothes.'
He earned a few cat calls for that, and a few offers to help, but the room cleared without much delay.
'Not you.' He caught Sean and me by the back of our collars. 'I have plans for you.'
He propped a cracked vinyl chair beneath the doorknob. Sean and I smiled at each other. Little Joe was ready to roll, and we were happy to oblige.
Sean walked his fingers up the gap in Joe's pirate blouse. 'I hope you've got something quick in mind. You don't want to keep
Mr
Broadway waiting.'
'I can't think about him now.' Joe shook his shoulders free of the shirt and yanked his hands from the ruffled cuffs. The white cloth hung over his waistband, draping the snug black leather. My mouth went dry at the sight of his perfectly honed torso. Dark hair circled his coppery nipples, then dived into the enticing shadows beneath his navel. I'd never seen him look so male, so dangerous.
Our eyes connected. Joe's
colour
deepened. He mouthed, ,’ want you. A shiver rolled down my spine and he smiled, very slowly.
'Come here,’ he said. His fingers brushed my wrist
before cuffing it and reeling me to his side. Greedy to touch him, I ran my hand up that silky line of hair, across his ribs and on to his
pec
. He jumped when I pinched his nipple.
'Mm, Kate.' He buried his nose in my powdered
decolletage
. 'I'm so horny I could scream. I kept thinking about the two of you sitting in the audience, watching me, holding hands, teasing each other.' Hunger rumbled in his throat. 'It's a wonder I remembered my lines.'
As he'd done with the heroine, Joe dipped me over his arm. The position arched my back and offered my nipples to his mouth. He breathed on them through the emerald silk, then mouthed them lightly. My eyelids drooped with pleasure.
The rattle of a belt buckle snapped me from my languor. With his free hand, Joe shoved Sean's trousers and briefs to his hips. As he continued to nuzzle my breasts, he ran his fingers over Sean's thick, ruby crested erection like a man reading
braille
.
Sean propped his hands on his waist. 'I guess you are hungry.'
'Starved,' Joe said, and rugged him, cock first, towards the make-up table.
Sean hopped up with a look of bemusement. The table was nigh enough that his feet swung inches from the floor. Except for the
vigour
of his erection, he would have looked child-like. Sean grinned, his sense of the ridiculous keen.
But Joe's intent wasn't humorous.
'Spread '
em
,' he said, his voice rough - and not from singing all night. He turned me to face Sean, wrapped his arms around my waist, and pressed his cheek next to mine. 'Wider, mister, and get those trousers down. I want to see how much you need what's coming to you.'
Smiling faintly, Sean worked his trousers over his hips. They fell to his ankles and caught on his polished shoes. He spread his muscular legs. His sac hung between his thighs, its heavy contents resting on the Formica table top. The surface must have chilled the delicate skin, but he rolled his bum from side to side as though he liked the sensation. Joe pushed me between Sean's knees. 'Bend over,’ he said.
I assumed he meant me to go down on Sean, but before I could do more than touch the swollen knob with my tongue he gripped my hair and pulled me back.
'That's mine,' he said.
I looked back at him, surprised and intrigued. Joe was really riding high tonight. He must have regretted his sharpness, though, because he released my curls with a soft stroking motion. His hands slid down my back, then reversed to push my heavy silk dress over my bottom. His hum of pleasure rewarded my fashion choice. I wore his
favourite
stockings, sheer beige silk with a sheen of gold. My suspender belt was satin, green to match the dress, and of course I wore no panties. His fingertips slid over my curves, smoothing the straps along my buttocks, then dipping gently into the well of moisture at the heart of my sex.
'This is mine, too,' he said, two fingers sinking deep.
His touch was heaven after all that waiting. Swallowing a helpless cry, I pushed back, working myself on his knuckles, drenching him with cream. Sean craned forward, eager to see.
'God,' Joe said. 'You're sopping.'
His hand left me. Buttons popped; cellophane tore. An instant later, his cock-rip
travelled
the length of my crease, my cheeks spread wide by his hands. He dipped the crown in my moisture, coating it generously. It slid more slickly then, leaving a cool-hot trail behind. My sex pounded.
'Please,' I said, angling myself to take him. 'I want you inside me. I need you.'
He corked the wet, waiting mouth, pressed the flare inside - and stopped.
'Don't tease me,' I begged. 'We haven't got much time.'
He didn't move. His hands covered my cheeks, massaging them in deep crease-parting circles. 'You are so fucking hot. It would take a saint to wait.'
'Don't wait, Joe,' I pleaded.
Tush
it all the way in. Push it hard.'
Sean wagged his feet to either side of me. 'If you won't give her what she wants, I will.'
'Like hell,’ Joe growled.
Bracing his arms on the table, he surged inside. That single push nearly sheathed him. Not satisfied with nearly, he bent over me, grunting as he worked himself deeper. The warm, drawn-up bulk of his scrotum squashed the
undercurve
of my cheeks. I shifted my legs wider. He leant closer. His chest was sweaty and hard. It pushed my upper body on to the table between Sean's legs until my arms draped his gold-furred thighs and my forehead rested on his hip. Sean's erection grazed the muscle between my neck and shoulder, sinking down and then bobbing off as the blood pumped intermittent!} through his shaft. Heat rolled off him in waves.
'Perfect,' Joe praised, breathless from his struggle Reaching past my shoulder, he petted the upper slope
i
Sean's cock, slowly, gently, from lube-wet
glans
to thick, hairy root.
Sean's belly shivered. Joe craned closer, his mouth hovering over the head. Sean sucked in a breath and held it.
Joe's tongue curled out. With three leisurely strokes, he pushed Sean's foreskin back over the ridge. He drew back to inspect the results. He worked his jaw from side to side, loosening it, I imagine. His hips dragged back from mine until he almost slipped free. Then he took us both at once.
I felt Sean's twitch of response as intimately as my own. Our muscles tightened in tandem as my body swallowed Joe and Joe swallowed Sean. We moaned in chorus and I gripped Sean's buttocks an instant before his fingers clamped over my collar bones.
Luckily, Joe didn't take long to settle into a steady double rhythm.
'Oh, man, that's good,' Sean said, his hold on my shoulders gentling, becoming an unconscious massage.
'Mm-
hm
,' I agreed.
Joe chuckled and the sound vibrated through the skin of my back. He was so close. His hair brushed my cheek with every pass. I could feel his jaw stretch, hear him swallow. The wet sucking noise he made as he fellated Sean was indescribably arousing. I couldn't take my eyes off his mouth. It was bigger than mine. His lips slid easily to the golden curls that thatched Sean's pubis. The pressure he exerted was greater, too. As he sucked, Sean's vein-girded skin stretched taut and gleamed with saliva. The sight entranced me - to watch Joe's cheeks hollow, to see his tongue lap the purpled
glans
or dig greedily into the weeping hole, to hear Sean groan with pleasure - I doubted any act of voyeurism could crank me higher.
The fact that Joe's iron-hard prick was working me just as efficiently made the show all the sweeter. I couldn't hold back my pleasure. He drove in hard and I came with a deep, rolling shudder, milking Joe's cock with my spasms.
'No, no, no,’ he said, pulling up to gasp for air, every muscle tightening in his quest for control.
'Don't stop,’ Sean rasped. ‘I'm almost there.'
Sean's buttocks clenched hard, pushing his hips forward until his balls nudged my cleavage. He was so velvety warm there and so male-smelling my hunger rose again. I had to touch him, had to help. Cursing Joe's weight, I worked one hand under my chest to knead the tender sac.
Sean squirmed into my caress. 'Say, Kate, have I mentioned what a sweetheart you are?'
I rolled him between palm and knuckles. 'Not lately.'
'Oh, man, hurry,’ he said to Joe. 'This whistle's about to blow.'
'Do you know what she does to me when she comes?'
Joe said. 'I had to take a breather.' His eyes sparkled with laughter as his lips ringed Sean's cock again.
Sean sighed blissfully, then shook one fist in the air.
'Once more into the fray!' he cried, quoting Captain Blood's big fight scene.
Joe chuckled around his bulging mouthful and I experienced a singular burst of contentment - champagne and sunshine, wobbling kittens, a book by the fire, and a three-hanky film wrapped up in one. We were happy. We were all happy.
'Once more, Kate,' Sean laughed, ruffling my hair.
Tush
that cocksucker over the edge.'
As soon as he said it, I knew I could come again.
Joe did, too. His head bobbed determinedly and he kneed my legs wider. One hand slipped to my front, cupping and steadying my
mons
. His hard, choppy drives told me he wasn't far from peaking himself. I arched my back and drew him deeper, reaching for the sweet culminating pang.
Sean's laugh became a gasp. His thighs trembled under my arms. His hand knotted in my hair. '
Geez
,' he said, twisting so hard tears sprang to my eyes. '
Geez
.'
Joe sucked harder and thrust harder. His motions rocked my upper body into the table, into Sean. The mirror began to rattle. The ache between my legs intensified. A wail rose in my throat.
But Sean stiffened first, and shuddered, and pushed us all over the edge with his choked-back orgasmic cries. When the last quiver faded, he sagged over me, breathing hard. To my surprise, he pressed a tender kiss to the back of my head, then to Joe's.
'What a pair,' he panted. 'You guys can take me out for this culture stuff any day.'
Halloran's
was a smoky
neighbourhood
restaurant with the sort of ambience that takes generations to develop. ‘I-bones and beer ruled the tables out front, billiards the back. The scent of charred meat perfumed the air. My mouth watering, we followed the fragrance up a set of stairs. Black and white photos covered the age-browned walls, with well-known actors and politicians arm-
inarm
with the original
Mr
Halloran
.
'Isn't that a famous mobster?'
Desi
asked, indicating the dear, departed mayor.
"The man was a saint,' Sean declared. Joe and I laughed, but the man in question was a saint to some Philadelphians.
Once we'd reached the main dining room, a handsome waiter in a boiled white shirt and bow tie ushered us to a corner table. Dim lighting could not disguise the faded red carpet, but the tablecloths blazed like snow. Our beer arrived in huge frosted mugs. The steak was tender enough to cut with a fork.
That was sufficient to keep Sean and me happy. The others talked theatre while we devoured the carnivorous treat, blithely ignorant of almost everyone they named. No reference was made to Joe's ambitions or what Desmond
Gerrard
might do to further them. The few times Marianne tried to steer the conversation in that direction, the men ignored her. Sulking, she ordered a second
manhattan
. I didn't worry. I knew Joe and
Desi
were doing a man-thing; they'd get around to business once they finished sniffing each other over.
We'd reached the coffee-dessert stage when Sean's cousin Frank dropped by to say he'd reserved his two best pool tables for us.
'And when you
gettin
' married anyway?' the beefy restaurateur added, his eyes sidling to me as he cuffed his cousin's head. Sean had his arm around the back of my chair, so I guess Frank assumed we were together. He looked happy about it - too happy. He shook a meaty finger at me. 'Don't you let him squirm off your hook, Kate.
Hallorans
have great-looking kids.'
I assured him I'd keep that in mind. Sean could set him straight about our relationship later, assuming he wanted to. I wasn't sure how 'out' Sean was to his family. He'd told his parents, yes, but the rest of his relatives? People like the
Hallorans
probably didn't
produce too many bisexual bachelors, or know what to make of them when they did. No doubt, plain old gayness would have been easier for them to accept.