by Helena Maeve
“Marten, if you don’t want to…”
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him,” her boyfriend blurted out, voice hushed although he was probably alone in the car, with no one to overhear his confession.
“Oh, thank God,” Jackie breathed out, relieved, “me too.” Her shoulders sagged against the backrest of the couch. “I didn’t want to say anything.”
“Me neither. Because I think about you, too,” Marten insisted.
“I know.”
“And I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Jackie assured him. “So…yes to dinner tonight?”
They agreed to meet Tony at the restaurant. Jackie was tasked with typing out the reply even though her fingers were shaking and she kept hitting the wrong keys. By the time Marten came home, she was doing up her hair, trying to look more put together than she had practically every other time she’d met Tony.
“Should we change the sheets?” Marten wondered as he changed his shirt and shoes. He was wearing Calvin Klein. Jackie smiled—the shirt had been her gift to him last Christmas and the dark burgundy really contrasted nicely with his skin. As for the sheets—
“Isn’t it a bit presumptuous?”
“Probably,” Marten agreed, looking sheepish.
They changed them as a precaution, just before leaving the apartment. Tony hadn’t complained the last time he’d been here, if he had even noticed the general, methodical state of disarray all across the apartment, but tonight, for reasons passing understanding, they were apparently trying to make a good impression. Jackie fidgeted with her skirt as she slid into the front seat. Marten had joked about crotch-less tights, she worried that could make her look—well, cheap. Because clearly sleeping with Tony the last time had revealed her upstanding moral character.
“You’re nervous,” Marten remarked, reaching between the seats to grasp her hand. “If you’ve changed your mind, we can just text him to say that something came up…”
“We can’t,” Jackie protested.
“It wouldn’t be very polite, but I’m sure he’d understand—”
“No, I mean we really can’t. He wrote in his email that he hasn’t been able to find his phone since Saturday.”
“Oh.”
Jackie sighed. “Yeah.” They couldn’t back out and, what was more, she wasn’t really convinced she meant to. She couldn’t remember a single date that hadn’t involved some nerves or the fear that she’d be found ridiculous. It was only hindsight that made those past attempts seem so much easier than this one.
That Tony greeted them without fanfare, smile brightening when he saw them approach, only made her feel even more foolish for anticipating the worst. He pecked her cheek and pumped Marten’s hand not just as a friend might do, but almost as if he’d actually been looking forward to seeing them again tonight.
“Jackie tells me you lost your phone,” Marten said as they all sat. “That’s got to be a pain.”
Tony chuckled. “Yeah, it is…but I have a pretty good idea as to where I left it.”
“Where’s that?”
“In your apartment,” Tony said, pursing his lips in a vague attempt to conceal a smile. “I think that when I was getting dressed it might have, uh—” He had to cut himself off as the waiter brought them the menus.
The restaurant he’d chosen was the kind of fancy establishment Jackie always felt a little nervous stepping into. It was one thing to take the girl out of the Midwest, but to take the Midwest out of the girl took a lot more effort. She was getting better at hiding her surprise when she was offered a wine list clasped between thick leather covers. Tony said he’d let her choose and Marten took that opportunity to say he wouldn’t be drinking since he was driving, which left Jackie with no one to pass the buck to. In the end she settled on an Argentinian vintage she seemed to remember having tried before. The waiter assured her it would go well with the risotto she’d ordered. Jackie admitted that the thought hadn’t even crossed her mind.
“If you’d like to come back to our place to look for your phone after dinner—” she started telling Tony only to pause when Marten shook his head, grinning. “What?”
“Nothing. Just… You don’t waste any time.”
“Oh… Oh! No, wait. I didn’t mean—” Too late—they both laughed at her, tension dissipating right before her very eyes. “I didn’t mean it like that,” Jackie complained. She could feel her face growing warm.
“It’s okay,” Tony assured her. “I was going to invite myself anyway.” He helped himself to a glass of water, eyes glinting in the light of the solitary candle on their table. “And you never know how the evening could turn out.” On that, at least, they were all agreed.
Marten’s gaze found Jackie’s, a slight wrinkling at the corners of his eyes telling her he’d picked up on that faint but hopeful sliver of innuendo just as well as she had. More importantly, he actually seemed to be okay with the idea.
Chapter Six
Jackie reached for the small silver tray on which the waiter had deposited their bill.
“What are you doing?” Tony asked.
“Paying?”
“It’s my treat. I asked you out—”
“And you paid for lunch, remember?” Jackie certainly did and with the boundaries of their friendship already in doubt she didn’t want there to be any misunderstandings. She snagged the tray and doled out the cash with a flourish, tip included. “Now we’re free to go. Unless you’ve changed your mind…?”
Tony was pouting a little bit, but not enough that he looked genuinely put off his game. Something told her it would take a lot more than a disagreement over who should pay for dinner to ruin his good mood. She was banking on it. “I really do need that phone,” he said, shoulders slumping comically.
“I bet,” Marten echoed, clamping a hand to Tony’s arm as they made their way out of the restaurant. “And we’d hate to be a nuisance.”
The line between flirtation and innuendo was a hard one to toe. Jackie wondered on which side they found themselves, but then she saw Tony tipping ever so slightly into Marten’s side and her misgivings found their answer like arrows piercing a bulls-eye. She took the back seat on the way home, the better to kick off her shoes and stick her feet beneath her for warmth. It didn’t hurt that she had a clear view of Tony and Marten making eyes at each other at every stop light, either. Vague threads from her conversation with Clara came back to haunt her. Why hadn’t she married Marten yet? Was this—watching her boyfriend flirt with another man—not supposed to make her green with envy? Instead she only felt a faint thrill of arousal and her pulse stuttered that much louder against her eardrums when they entered the darkened apartment in a tangle of haphazard limbs and wine-flavoured kisses.
Tony reached for her hips and, with a jolt of force, hoisted her up into his arms right there in the foyer. Her back hit the wall, one shoe slipping off her foot to clatter gracelessly to the floor. She would have circled his back with her legs, but she didn’t get the chance—Marten was already there, kissing Tony’s neck as he unbuttoned his own shirt. The smell of his cologne was all around them, but it wasn’t Marten that Jackie found herself kissing, it was Tony. Her hands hooked around his shoulders, the blood red of her fingernails scoring welts in taut muscles as he struggled to hold her up against the inexorable pull of gravity.
“Bed,” she muttered. “Bed, now.”
Tony tried to disengage, but the moment he tried to slip away and carry Jackie into the master bedroom, Marten tackled them both to the couch. Jackie landed on her back, trapped between the weight of Tony’s broad, muscular body and the cushions, the breath knocked out of her not by the fall but by the look in his eyes. He seemed more than surprised—he looked a little dazed. She brushed her fingers through his hair, the grip just enough to pull him down and into her arms.
“You like that,” Jackie breathed. “Us pushing you around… You get off on it.” She felt him nod against her clavicle and a shiver of want slithered through her
bones, culminating in a rush of liquid heat between her legs.
“You have no idea,” Tony groaned, which wasn’t quite true. She could feel him rutting against her thigh, his hardness a little more than a mere suggestion.
The sight of Marten unbuttoning his slacks curbed her thirst for questions and answers. He had already made short work of his shirt and was halfway through finishing the job when Jackie stopped him with a shake of the head. “Let Tony do it.”
“Let Tony do—oh!” Tony trailed off, turning his head to see. She felt him shudder. “Yeah, okay. Good idea.” His absence left her feeling a little abandoned, but not enough that she recanted. The sight of Tony dropping to his knees before her boyfriend was breathtaking. They made a gorgeous contrast of pale skin against dark, Tony’s beard and Marten’s clean-shaven jaw like antitheses confirming once and for all that not only did she not have a type, she didn’t really have a preference. They were both gorgeous men.
Marten caught her eye and smiled. “Enjoying the show?”
“You bet.” Not enough that she was going to touch herself again, not yet, but with Tony gently easing Marten out of his briefs and ducking his head to lick at his cock, that was likely to change. Marten’s fingers stroked over the ginger fuzz on his scalp and Tony made a small, needy sound in the back of his throat, fingers clenching a little on Marten’s thighs. The Dutch national obsession with biking had gifted Jackie’s boyfriend with strong legs, even if the rest of him was a little soft, worn down through too many hours in the office. It obviously pleased Tony to have something to grab onto.
“He likes that,” Jackie heard herself mutter, “when you card your fingers through his hair. Do that again.” She was surprised at the sureness in her voice. A couple of hours ago she had been a mess of nerves and anticipation, but having Tony at their mercy helped ground her. There was something about this man that inspired a need to take care of him. It should have been ridiculous—he was broader in the shoulders than Marten and his fists looked like miniature wrecking balls—but it was true. Those same shoulders slumped so beautifully when Marten took him by the nape or guided him down his member. Tony’s long lashes fluttered shut as Marten surrendered to his attentions.
‘You didn’t say you were into dominance stuff,’ he’d said and Jackie had panicked a little because she didn’t want him to feel like he’d been taken in. On second thought, a bit of D/s play seemed like just the thing for him. He keened so prettily when she ran her nylon-sheathed foot down his spine that Marten’s head snapped up, whiplash fast, to catch her eyes.
Maybe Tony wasn’t so wrong. Maybe they were into ‘dominance stuff’ and Jackie just hadn’t noticed it before because they were both coming at it from the same end.
Jackie licked her lips. This was the time to stop and discuss things like limits and what they were looking to get out of this, but she had never been very good about minding the fine print. She watched as Marten helped Tony to his feet and planted a brutal kiss on his lips, and every thought that wasn’t rooted in giving pleasure to these two beautiful men fled from her mind. They weren’t missed.
Eventually, the three of them did make it to the bed and Marten slid his hands down the length of her body while Tony undressed, all sharp elbows and a dizzy, unfocused look in his eyes. He’d never looked like this in his videos. He was always handsome, but never so…overcome. It didn’t stop him crawling towards them on hands and knees when he had finished taking off his clothes, skin warm where it brushed theirs. As much as she’d expected it, by now familiar with his oral talents, Jackie still arched as Tony took her pebbled nipple into his mouth and sucked. Marten claimed her lips in a slow, wet kiss before she could cry out.
“I could fuck you like this,” he murmured, the sweet, affectionate cadences of his voice at odds with the crassness of the words. “Would you like that?”
“Why not him?” Jackie asked, curious and excited. She wouldn’t say no to having her boyfriend inside her while Tony tended to them both, but she could feel the tremor in him when Marten touched his head or murmured encouragement. It didn’t take much to imagine how he’d react to Marten filling him up.
In the videos they’d watched, Tony wasn’t shy about anal sex. One memorable clip had him taking a partner’s strap-on, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Jackie would be lying if she said she’d never fantasised about that particular scene. She doubted that Marten knew, though. The few times they’d dabbled in anal sex, he’d been firmly in the driver’s seat and while she hadn’t minded letting him take her like that, she couldn’t help wondering what it might be like to switch it up.
Tony breathed out against the curve of her breast. “Fuck, are you two trying to kill me over here?”
“Do you want that?” Marten pressed him and Jackie was pretty sure they weren’t talking about killing. Her boyfriend slid his fingers down the length of Tony’s spine, catching on the irregular, speed bump rise of his vertebrae. “Do you want me like that?”
There was only a moment’s hesitation. “You’ve got lube?”
Jackie reached for the bedside drawer. She had never done this for anyone but herself and the sense of control was both heady and frightening. Tony might not have felt that way. He laid himself out on his back, with Marten lazily stroking his hard cock, and spread his legs. “You like this, don’t you?” she asked, slicking her hands and rubbing them together to warm the lubricant. The first time she’d done it with Marten, it had been the temperature of the lube that had put her off, not the burn in her sphincter or the fullness of Marten’s dick spearing her open.
Tony nodded. He liked it, obviously. And why not? His tight, puckered entrance quivered at the first touch of her fingers, his whole body jerking at the contact as if electrified.
“Easy,” Marten cautioned. “We’ll make this so good for you, I promise.”
“Let me in, baby.” It wasn’t her request that did it, but Tony did seem to relax a little as Marten kissed his mouth. Jackie circled his asshole one last time before pressing in with just the one finger. Amply slicked, it slid in past the first knuckle without much effort. She withdrew it and tried again, still slowly, still just testing the waters. Tony’s videos often skipped right to the main event, but she wanted to see him come undone at the touch of her hands even if Marten’s erection flagged a little from a lack of attention in the meantime. Besides, it only took the touch of Tony’s hand to revive his passions. By the time she had two fingers buried deep into him and could feel Tony rolling his hips to take more than she was ready to give him, Marten was already so hard he was leaking pre-seminal fluid over Tony’s fist.
Jackie pressed a kiss to Tony’s knee. “One more,” she insisted, and felt him jump a little as she thrust too deeply. His muscles clenched, gripping tightly at her hand. “Did I hurt you?”
Tony shook his head, eyes scrunched up tight. “Do that—”
“Yes?”
“Do that, again, fuck—”
She did and watched his whole body tremble as she fingered him. It wasn’t long before he was riding her digits, so desperate for his own pleasure that he’d stopped considering Marten’s. Jackie couldn’t let that happen and, though it pained her to do it, she withdrew to make room for her boyfriend. “Go easy,” she told him, “he’s so tight.”
Marten choked on his breath, halfway to acquiescence, and nodded. Jackie decided she trusted him enough to let him take matters into his own hands. He hadn’t hurt her yet and wouldn’t do so with Tony, either. She wiped her fingers hastily on the sheets before taking hold of Tony’s dick, stroking him as he grabbed hold of his knees and spread himself wider.
“God, if you could see yourself,” Jackie cooed. “If you had any idea how hot you look right now, you’d come just like that…”
Tony opened glazed eyes to meet her gaze. “You, too.” Then he was keening, his breath leaving him in a rush that wasn’t quite a plea as Marten began pressing his condom-sheathed length into his body.
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nbsp; Jackie felt like a voyeur, like a witch playing this beautiful man to her every whim, but Tony wasn’t fighting off her grip in the slightest. If anything, he seemed to be nudging his way closer to her with small, aborted shimmies of his broad limbs. His splayed thigh brushed against her hip, more than accidental.
She settled beside him, the long line of her body bracketing his as he lay there, exposed, at Marten’s mercy. Her boyfriend was looking down at them both, red-faced as he tried to keep himself to a slow, guarded rhythm. He was waiting for permission, Jackie realised, and much as it should have, it wasn’t going to come from Tony. “Give it to him, baby. Come on now…” she urged.
And Marten did. It started slowly, a build-up worthy of the moans spilling from Tony’s lips, Marten’s hips pumping like pistons and his slick cock ploughing into him again and again until Tony could only cling and stare at the man dominating him with wide-eyed wonderment. There was no let-up, not when his dick began to twitch in Jackie’s grasp and not when Marten’s fierce thrusts dislodged her hold. Marten grasped Tony by the hips then, using him like he’d never dared to use Jackie before, and Tony was keening, moaning, losing his mind—erupting in a breathless orgasm with barely a touch of Marten’s fingers to his swollen dick.
His release triggered Marten’s own and with a few sharp, staccato bursts of effort, Jackie watched as her boyfriend collapsed, spent, onto their lover’s body. Tony wound his legs around Marten’s hips, pulling him down and forcing him to stay there as tremors racked through them both. Jackie stroked her fingers over Marten’s spine. She should have been green with envy, yet instead she was warm and flushed and more in love with him than ever.
She was almost afraid to touch herself for fear of coming at the barest brush of her fingertips, but did anyway, too keyed-up to stop. It wasn’t quite like igniting a match, but close. She got in maybe a handful of hasty strokes before she found her climax under Marten’s tender gaze. He kissed her as she came down, slowly shifting his weight so he wasn’t bearing Tony down into the bed but rather giving him room to breathe. Their lover chose to take that space and use it to cuddle close to Jackie’s side, a heavy arm tossed carelessly over her waist to pin her down.
