Rose & Thorn: Becky/Roman/Sasha

Chapter 1

"I want a third."

Roman, kneeling between Sasha's legs, gave her spreader bar a little shake to test its sturdiness. Her ankles were definitely secured—and the cuffs almost matched her shiny high heels—and even though her fingers were wriggling, her wrists were safe and snug as well. "Pretty sure that was your fifth of the night," he teased, digging his fingers into her thighs as he ran his tongue across her clit again. "But if you've already lost count...."

A sweep of blue brushed her knees as Sasha lowered her head to look at him. It was an odd perspective, with her head upside-down between her legs, but the look in her eyes was strangely serious. "That was number six, actually. And yes, I keep count." She wiggled her ass until Roman smacked it. "I meant... you know, like a threesome."

Roman shuffled around to her front, pulling her into a kiss with one hand and steadying her legs his free arm. "I thought you had a hard enough convincing your husband to go along with this." He didn't mean it in a judgmental way; convincing Galina hadn't been easy either. But when he promised his wife he would confine his occasional road trysts to Rose & Thorn, a sex club well known for its discretion and security, she agreed that it would be good for him to have an outlet during long tours. Sasha, on the other hand, was one of the few WWE superstars fortunate enough to have their spouse join them on the road. Her interest in the sex club was more for its offerings, kinks her husband didn't share but wanted her to be free to explore—within reason.

"I've already asked him," Sasha replied, shifting her footing a bit, her high heels sinking into the suite's carpet. "He said if the other partner is a woman, he would be okay with it." She hadn't told him her kink partner was Roman and her husband said he didn't want to know; it was an arrangement they agreed to discuss as little as possible, except when her Rose & Thorn membership was due for renewal and she needed to have her spousal sanction information confirmed. The club demanded that any members who were married had the consent of their spouse to try avoiding any potential unpleasantries. Despite the fact that he made some of the most exquisite bondage gear she had ever seen, Mikaze didn't understand her fascination with kink and he had also worried that being with two men in that environment would increase the likelihood of her getting hurt. She tried to assure him otherwise, but she had no problem with a potential third being a woman—and she doubted Roman would balk at the chance to fuck two women together either.

"You've put some thought into this," Roman grinned, kissing his way up her thigh as he slid two fingers inside her. "I suppose you have a list of contenders." He craned his neck back to kiss her again, then moved again to nuzzle her dangling breasts, teasing her nipples with tongue and teeth. "Or are we supposed to just go out to the common areas and browse?"

Sasha did her best to press her chest closer to Roman's mouth. She knew her breasts were smaller than what he usually favoured, but he was still a master with his tongue. "Becky?" Her friend's name came out as a moan as Roman's fingers delved deeper, finding the perfect spot with the ease of practice.

"Here comes seven," Roman murmured against her breast. Then he paused, moving back enough to meet Sasha's gaze. "Like... our Becky? Irish Becky?"

"Mmhmm." Sasha rocked her hips against Roman's hand as best she could, shoulders clenching when her climax hit.

Roman rose to his feet, cupping Sasha's chin to make her look up at him. "She has a membership? She's into... this?" With his free hand, he gestured around their rented suite. Aside from the spreader bar, the bed also had built-in restraints, and there was a sex swing in the corner beside the X-cross. He figured most wrestlers had one kink or another just by the very nature of their profession, but he hadn't put much thought into who might enjoy what.

Sasha grinned up at him, full of teeth and temptation. "Why do you think she always has cuffs with her gear? Or bracelets, at least?"

"Lots of people wear cuffs...." Roman threaded his fingers through Sasha's hair and tugged hard enough to make her gasp. Her answer had simply conjured more questions. Had Sasha and Becky fucked? Sounded like it, or at least they talked about sex enough for Sasha to know what Becky liked. Did Becky like women? Roman knew she'd had boyfriends—some of them had come to events and he hadn't particularly cared for any of them—but he hadn't heard her talk about any girlfriends. Four Horsewomen, he reminded himself; the name could be more than just a throwback to Charlotte's father's old faction. "Have you two...?" He stopped partially because he didn't know how to finish, but mostly because he wanted to hear Sasha's take on it.

"Mmhmm." She leaned forward and flicked out her tongue, just catching the tip of his cock before he stepped just out of her reach. "Don't worry. She's bi, she has some kinks you'll find fun, and she likes threesomes—given the proper company, of course." Grinning, Sasha added, "And if you're really good, she starts swearing in Irish."

Roman rolled his eyes. "Like we haven't all heard that backstage." There was a big difference, though, between hearing swearing out of frustration and drawing it out of someone by fucking them senseless. He had always thought Sasha's expressions of pain in the ring were a bit over the top until they started hooking up at Rose & Thorn; then they started turning him on so badly he couldn't watch her matches backstage without having to go jerk off immediately. "Have you asked her already?" He tightened his fist in Sasha's hair again.

Sasha batted her eyelashes, but the look in her eyes was anything but innocent. "No. I know the rules." She wriggled her ass again, but Roman wasn't going to be distracted so easily; they still had another hour or two to enjoy at the club. "I wanted to check with you first. I know she's not your regular type, but I think we could have fun—"

"We," Roman repeated, dropping into a crouch to meet her gaze. "Maybe I would just tie you up to the frame and make you watch while I made her come eight times."

Her cheeks flushed as she bit her lips. "I'd watch. I'd rather play along with you, but—"

"How much?" Roman asked as he straightened up again, sliding a hand under Sasha's chin so her face was level with his cock. "How much do you want to fuck Becky with me?"

Sasha did her best to strain forward, but Roman was standing just a bit too far away. "I want you both of you to fuck me," she pleaded, eyes dark and wide. "I want you in my ass and you can—"

Roman twisted his fist in her hair and took a step closer, letting his cock brush her cheek. He was surprised he hadn't come yet, but the prospect of adding Becky to their revels had distracted him. He hadn't really considered taking on another lover, but having Becky and Sasha at the same time had too much potential to ignore. "I didn't ask what you wanted me to do to you," he said softly. "I asked how badly you want to fuck Becky with me. Would you let me have her first?"

"If she was okay with it...." Sasha turned just enough to kiss his cock. "I could even just watch the first time, if that's what you wanted."

"And if I wanted to watch you two?" Roman let out a sharp breath as Sasha's mouth closed around his tip and her tongue started to swirl.

"If she was okay with it," Sasha repeated, pulling back a bit to run her tongue along his cock. "I just want you both. Please."

Roman spread his legs a bit to steady his footing. "And right now? What do you want right now?"

He expected her to shake her ass again; she loved being fucked from behind, especially when she was in the spreader bar. "I want to swallow every drop you'll give me," she purred, licking him again, "and then I want you to fuck me on the frame."

Glancing down at the spreader bar, Roman was almost tempted to release her hands. He loved the feeling of nails running down his thighs or sinking into his ass. But there was something delicious about watching Sasha when the only part of her body she could truly control was her head, and all it was doing was pleasuring him. "Then let's get started," he said, cupping the back of her head. "If Becky's up late, maybe we can have a little chat when we get back to the hotel." It took every ounce of his control to let Sasha do the work, to not start thrusting into her mouth, but he kept reminding himself that the night was young and she wanted her turn on the cross. Keeping up with Sasha could be a workout in itself; he wasn't sure if he'd be able to handle nights with her and Becky, but he was definitely interested in finding out.