by Jess Bentley
I’m done pretending. This is happening.
When Jack came back after putting the boys to bed and sat on the other side of me on the sofa, bracketing me just like when we used to snuggle and watch movies when we were kids, my chest gave a leap for joy. Perfect. Exactly where I want them to be. Exactly how I want them to be.
“Avengers movie?” Jack asks, his eyes serious and intense. I can tell that he feels it too.
I make a joke about Thor being my secret boyfriend, but really I’m just babbling. I’m just saying anything, hoping my thoughts will settle, hoping this earthquake between my ears will stop rumbling long enough for me to figure out what’s going on.
I sense an opportunity and turn around, eager to get closer to Chance. His eyes widen for just a moment, just that instant of revelation where he sees it all coming too. He knows.
Pressed against him, twisted so that my face is just a couple inches from his, I pause for a moment. His hands are on my hips, bringing me closer to his. I can feel his body pulse underneath mine, the strength in his hands as he holds me still against the rock-hard plank of his frame.
For a moment, time is suspended. His breath and my breath mingle in the centimeter that separates us.
But I can’t wait anymore. I’m going to kiss him. No matter what happens next, I have to. I have to do this.
I feel his breath puff out in surprise as our lips finally touch. His fingers dig against my ass cheeks as we brush tentatively for those first few magical strokes of connection. A kiss that has been years and years in the making.
Soon, the heat begins to build. I kiss him harder, excited to feel his lips separating, his mouth opening. He kisses me back, his tongue flickering lightly against the seam of my lips, prying my mouth open, exploring me.
Pangs of desire bolt through me, urging me to kiss him more deeply. He takes my breath away as he holds me tighter, slowly pulling me further onto his lap. I let my knees open and straddle him, wrapping my fingers behind his head as I sit across him, swirling my hips against his, finally feeling the heat between us that I always suspected was there.
His chest rumbles as he groans lightly, his fingers finding the hem of my blouse and pulling it out from inside my skirt. Yes. This is what I want. I want to feel his fingers on my skin. I want him to breach the envelope of security that has always separated us.
I’m thirsty for him, practically starving. His kisses taste like food, like they satisfy a deep hunger in my soul. I could kiss him like this for hours, I know.
And though I want to be even closer to him, it is truly delicious how I tremble in his hands, how he boils beneath me. We are suspended in this geometry of want and longing, this perfect moment where we both know what’s going to happen, and we both have silently agreed to wait just a little bit longer.
Then, I feel it. I knew this would happen. I knew there would be more. As I dive headlong into the warm ocean of Chance’s personal space, I feel another set of hands on my thighs. Lips on the back of my neck. A warm, comforting weight enveloping me from behind.
Jack bites softly on the back of my neck as his fingers slide my skirt up my thighs, his hands both inquisitive and directing, moving me slightly. As Chance’s palms drift up my rib cage, Jack’s hands squeeze my thighs, rising higher and higher. It takes a little bit of concentration for me to process all the sensations at once, but I can do it. As long as my mouth is attached to Chance’s mouth, I can simply float on the swells of desire that rock back and forth through me. I know I will be safe. I know they will catch me.
“That’s it, Chelsea,” Jack whispers from behind me, lifting my hips slightly so he could slide his fingers against my sex, feeling me outside my panties. I know he can feel that I am wet and wanting, but he teases me, drumming up a delicious volcano of passion in my body, teasing me into insanity.
Chance holds me closer. His fingers pluck at my nipples, drawing the sensitive nubs into hard, tender points. At the same time, Jack’s touch becomes more invasive, and he slides a single finger underneath the fabric of my panties, brushing against my skin, making me shudder and moan.
I want it so bad, I almost want to ask for it. But I know it will happen anyway. I just have to wait, and I try to satisfy myself by drinking Chance in deeper. Feasting on his wonderful taste, forcing myself to open up, to trust them, to let my body be invaded and explored.
The first moment that Jack touches my clit, I almost explode. I’m on fire. But he just teases me, swirling around my pearl over and over again, moaning as he feels how warm and wet I already am. I can’t help but wriggle, blindly seeking more of that. I need it.
“Yeah, just like that,” he breathes against the back of my neck, shifting again. I feel his hand slide underneath me so that he can hold me up with his forearm while his other hand invades my pussy from behind. At the same time, Chance pinches my nipples just a little bit harder, making sure that I am still locked in place on his lap.
“I’m going to make you come, Chelsea,” Jack groans, and his fingers finally strum against my clit, sliding back and forth over and over again, plucking me like a harp string.
Pleasure blasts through my cells, ricocheting through me back and forth, obliterating conscious thought until I am just explosion after explosion. I’m heaving against Chance while I suck at his tongue, his lips, moaning and coming, riding this ecstasy for an impossibly long time.
It goes on and on, tilting through me like an electrical storm. When he finally subsides, I practically hear it sizzling, not wanting to die off, and I almost wonder if I could just live like this forever.
But it is not quite enough.
I slide from Chance’s lap, pulling Jack behind me. As I finally break the kiss, I meet Jack’s eyes. He’s wondering something. I can tell he’s wondering if it’s all all right. Just to show them that it is, I let my hands find their hard, throbbing cocks in their pants. We all huddle together, their bodies facing mine, my hands seeking the hard, hot rods I have always wondered about.
“Yes,” I sigh as my fingers close around matching, thick, velvety shafts.
Jack moans and bites my lower lip, replacing Chance’s kiss with his own. Chance covers my hand with his, guiding me, instructing me as he thrusts gently at first. I feel like this is such a gesture of trust, to show me what he wants, how he likes it. I want to learn. I want to know everything. All the secrets that I never dared to ask before.
“Now I want to make you come,” I whisper into Jack’s mouth as I stroke his rod-straight hard-on.
In just moments, we all work together, their bodies thrusting against my hands, my mouth slipping hungrily against Jack’s. It feels so natural to jerk them both off at the same time, and I am vividly aware of the changes. I can feel their balls throbbing, churning that creamy white fluid, getting ready to deliver it to me.
“Yeah... fuck,” I groan, wishing I had another hand to bury in my own slit again.
This is turning me on so hard, I feel like I could come just thinking about it. I can’t wait, desperately wanting to see what happens.
I know it’s coming. I can hear it in their twin groans as they both arch their backs and I shift downward, angling my bare belly underneath their cocks. Sliding my thumbs against the slippery heads of their matching purple knobs, I stare, transfixed, waiting for it.
And here it comes, teasing at first with a simple, pearly emission that retreats almost immediately, but I just keep jerking harder and faster until the first globs shoot out. Their streams cross, jizz melding in a soup that quickly fills my belly, sliding off the sides of my waist, spattering my panties and thighs.
“Fuck! Aaaaaaghhhhhhhh!” Jack groans.
“Guhhhhhh haaagghhhhhhh!” Chance roars as they both buck and thrust until completely spent, then fall next to me, panting as they curl around me, shuddering with the last throes of orgasm.
For a long time we don’t say anything. Their cum turns to liquid and drips off me, but I don’t mind. I like it. I feel baptized.
But I knew. It had to happen one day. These are the men who set the standard for all men after. I’ve never met anyone like Chance and Jack.
Even though I never dared to really think about this explicitly, it was there somewhere. It was in my heart, if not in my head. This is the most natural thing in the world. This is where I always would’ve ended up, one way or another.
Chapter 9
Jack
“Okay Jack, executive meeting,” Chance declares, offering me a cup of coffee.
I watch the muscle in his cheek jump a few times as he grinds his teeth together, intense and touchy. It’s still really early. Maybe not even six a.m.
“Fire away,” I suggest as I take the coffee.
He glares at me meaningfully, but I don’t want to be the first one to talk about this. I know what I think already. Now I want to know what he thinks.
“We have to talk about this.”
I shrug. “So, talk.”
He begins pacing back and forth, long strides that cover the great room in just four or five steps. He must be pretty worked up. But he’s not sending us off course. I’m not going to let that happen.
“This is crazy, right?” are the first words out of his mouth.
But now he is muttering to himself, continuing the conversation without me. Crazy? I don’t know. It didn’t feel crazy to me, and I bet it didn’t feel crazy to him either.
It felt amazing.
He knows it, and I just have to wait for him to settle down a bit on his own terms.
“Right?” he insists, stopping abruptly in front of me.
I bury my response in my coffee cup. Good thing too, because he starts pacing again before I have to say anything.
“Jesus, that just blew me away!” I hear him muttering, his hands flexing at his sides. “Just totally… Right out of left field, right? Total bombshell!”
Wow, he’s up to three metaphors in a row. This must be serious.
“I mean she just… she came right at me! Didn’t even give me a chance to think about it! One minute we were talking about which movie to watch, and the next she had her… I mean…”
He stops again, taking a deep breath and tipping his head back to stare at the ceiling. That little vein on his temple throbs rhythmically.
“But Jesus, fuck! I mean… That was good! So good! Right?”
There it is. I knew he would come around.
He rushes over to the granite countertop, leaning toward me confidentially. I can feel what he’s feeling: surprise, shock, excitement. And the pulsing need to not have that be the only time.
“Jack, say something,” he insists. “That was amazing?”
“Well, it blew my mind,” I agree carefully. I don’t want to send him into a tailspin by being too enthusiastic.
He slaps the granite with the palm of his hand, sending a tremor shooting through the walnut cabinets below.
“Yes! Mind-blowing!” he agrees, barely keeping his voice below a bellow. At this time of morning, the kids could wake up at any moment.
“Those… lips!” he continues, obviously reliving it mentally. “Her skin is so fucking soft! She’s just so fucking juicy! Am I crazy? Is this just the worst!?”
He looks at me for an answer and I just shake my head.
“Jesus, Jack,” he huffs. “Like, I don’t even know what to do. What are we supposed to do?”
I take a deep breath, sizing him up. Is he stable? I think so. He’s clearly churning quite a bit, but fundamentally stable. Obviously he had the same earth-shattering experience I did. And if I know anything, it’s that he is not going to want to let that go either. No way.
“I think we should offer her that job,” I suggest softly.
He rocks back, raising his eyebrows. “Which job? What are you talking about—do you mean nanny?”
I shrug one shoulder and look away, nodding to myself so that he’ll subliminally get the word Yes going through his head.
“Jack, be serious!” he gasps. “She would be living here! With our sons! Are you crazy?”
“She’s way more qualified than Maddie was,” I comment.
“That’s not the point!” he scoffs, pushing himself back and resuming his back-and-forth march across the room.
“I think it’s a great point,” I counter.
“Jack… She would be living here!” he hisses, barely keeping his voice low.
“Not like we haven’t done it before,” I remind him.
“You act like that makes it less weird!” he scoffs. “It doesn’t make it less weird, Jack! It actually makes it more weird!”
“It’s only as weird as you make it, Chance.”
“And what if things don’t work out?” he continues, his voice edging louder. “What then? It’s not like we can keep this all under our hats. Shit like this always gets out!”
I fast-forward to some imaginary time frame where we have a life together, and it doesn’t work out, and Chelsea flounces like Maddie or worse. Or maybe she doesn’t. Or maybe she just decides to get her master’s degree or something.
Or maybe she sticks around until the boys graduate.
“Jack? Are you listening to me?”
“I can’t help but listen to you, Chance,” I reply sourly. “You are talking pretty loud.”
His eyes are wide. He is halfway to truly pissed off but I think he just needs reassurance.
“And? What are we going to do?”
“I’m going to offer her that job,” I shrug.
Chance opens his mouth like he can’t believe what I’m saying, but I think it’s all just theater right now. This way, if everything goes sideways, he can say I told you so in a couple of years or something. That’s cool.
“You really think it’s worth the risk?”
I take a second to think about it again. Do I? Do I really?
“You know what, brother, I really do,” I announce confidently. “Everything could go wrong, like you say, but everything could go pretty fucking awesome too. And you know what, we deserve a little awesome. For however long that lasts.”
He starts to say something, then stops, then starts again, then stops.
“Plus, wasn’t she like ten times better than you imagined?” I ask.
A smirk twists the corner of his mouth.
“Jesus, that ass,” he mutters under his breath.
“Yeah,” I nod. “And those tits. Fuck. When did she get those fat, beautiful tits?”
“She didn’t used to look like that, did she? Did I miss it?”
“I don’t know, man,” I shake my head. “But there’s nobody to stop us now. Out here in the middle of nowhere, just the three of us… What’s to stop us?”
“Hey, what are we talking about?” Chelsea asks, appearing suddenly at the edge of the room.
Chance and I automatically straighten up, stunned into silence.
“Uhhhh, well, what did you hear?” I ask carefully.
She walks slowly into the middle of the room, her eyes narrowed suspiciously but with a playful pout on those full lips. Her hair is piled up on the very top of her head, a curly, messy ornament that’s practically begging me to go over there and set her tresses free.
“Hey, is this coffee? Can I have some?” she purrs, sliding past me with a mischievous swish of her hips. I love the way her ass jiggles in those pajama bottoms, and I realize she’s not wearing any panties. That is quite a jiggle.
“Yeah, help yourself,” I mumble politely.
She pours herself a healthy cup and I realize I’m staring at her as she’s blowing across the surface of the liquid, her lips pursed in half a kiss. She’s a fantastic kisser. Open and curious. Enthusiastic as fuck. That’s a good kisser. No shrinking violet. No timid, tight lips, like being eaten by a small mammal like a ferret or something.
Chance gets closer too, perching on the edge of ba
rstool, his attention laser focused on the two inches of belly that she is showing. Out of the corner of my eye I can see the way the morning light dazzles across a light sprinkling of golden hairs. It’s like she is glittering.
“So?” she asks after another sexy swallow. “What’s the topic of the morning?”
Chance glares at me, silently trying to remind me that we didn’t actually finish our conversation, but as far as I am concerned it is finished. I finished it. He can catch up when he is ready.
“How would you like a job?”
She raises her eyebrows. Freckles. Freckles everywhere. My hands itch. I want so badly to touch her.
“A job?” she repeats. “Like a real job? Like for your computer company or whatever?”
Her weight shifts to the other side, sloshing those hips along with it. Definitely no panties. I can see the outline of her lips at the seam of those pink pajama bottoms. Jesus. I could eat those from the outside.
“Here, with the boys. We pay well. And the benefits are… unbelievable.”
Her mouth opens in a perfect oval, the kind of oval that needs to get filled with the head of my cock.
“Wait… The nanny? You’re offering me the nanny job?”
“It does pay really well,” Chance affirms awkwardly. “Everything is negotiable.”
She sniffs, straightening and rolling her shoulders back. I am not sure she is loving this right now.
“Okay, hear me out,” I interrupt, trying to edge into salesman mode. “You would have total privacy. Salary, benefits, the whole deal. Vacation time. You want to go back to school? We provide tuition reimbursement. You pick two days off a week. It’s not like you’re indentured or anything.”
“And they’re really great kids,” Chance smiles.
Attaboy. He’s coming around.
“But… I would be… living here? As in, us three? Adults?”
“This place is huge,” I shrug.
She raises her eyebrows and stares me down. “That is not what I meant, and you know it,” she sniffs, taking a step forward. Her fingers reach out and brush the front of my flannel pajama bottoms, working my dick into a rod like she is flipping a switch.
