“Okay.” Sam breathed a sigh of relief. “But still, I could have handled it better. I should have. I should have told you why I was freaking out.”
“Tell me now,” King said with a shrug. “It’s never too late, right?”
“In the dream…” Sam paused and leaned back against the wall, looking down at his feet. “It was you, not Berkovitch. I mean it was Richie, but his voice was yours. He was you. And he wasn’t dead, but he was hurt bad and they were dragging you away.” He looked up at King, his eyes haunted. “I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. There was nothing I could do to stop them.”
“Who was dragging me away?” King asked, trying to play it cool to settle Sam’s nerves. King had suspected something like that when Sam had the dream. He could tell it was different from his usual nightmare.
“I don’t know,” Sam said, shaking his head. “But Carmina was there, too. She was standing there crying, looking at me like it was my fault.”
“Who was Carmina?” King asked. Sam frowned in confusion. “Well, you said Berkovitch was me. Who was Carmina? Obviously it wasn’t her. You know Carmina isn’t in the dream. You can’t find her in the dream. So she had to be someone else.”
Sam looked thunderstruck. “I guess so. I didn’t think about that. She never said anything in the dream, so I just figured it was Carmina. Maybe it was Jane?” He shook his head as he looked away and made a frustrated sound. “I don’t know.” He turned back to King, his expression troubled. “What if I don’t get over the dreams, King?”
“Then you don’t get over them,” King said, his practical nature taking over. “They’re just dreams. You take an Ambien.”
“That’s what Jane said.” Sam chuckled. “Except for the Ambien part.”
King was about to mention the phone call to Jane when he heard his text tone. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “It’s from Jane,” he told Sam, hitting the message app.
Are you home yet?
Yes, he texted back. Just got back to Sam’s.
Good.
He waited, but that was all she wrote.
“What did she say?” Sam asked. He didn’t seem upset at all that Jane had texted King and not him.
“She just wanted to know if we were home.” King put the phone back in his pocket. “Look, I know you called Jane the other night after you kicked me out of your room,” he said. He tried not to sound like he was accusing Sam of anything. “I know that in those situations she’s better for you than I am.”
“That’s bullshit,” Sam said, sincerity in his gaze as he stared at King, looking like the too serious Sam of the past two years. It was only then that King realized Sam had lightened up considerably since they’d found Jane. More proof she was better for him. “Listen to me, King,” Sam said. He straightened and faced King directly, stepping closer to him. “You’ve been my savior the last two years. You have been my rock. I just thought maybe it was time you shared the burden. Plus, the dream was about losing you, and you were dying in it, and I was too freaked out to tell you about it.”
“I don’t mind being your rock,” King told him. He took a step closer; they were almost touching. “I’m big and heavy. I was made to be a rock.” He flexed his bicep and grinned, winking at Sam. “I can take it.” Sam laughed.
“I know you can.” He reached out and tentatively ran his fingertips over King’s muscle. It made King break out in gooseflesh and his heartbeat kicked up. “But I still feel guilty that you have to be,” he said quietly. “That doesn’t seem fair to you.”
“Is that why you had sex with me? Because you were freaked out about me dying in the dream?” King lowered his arm, bringing the focus back to the conversation.
“I don’t know.” Sam looked troubled. “Maybe. I mean it didn’t happen for real, but it felt like it had. Like we’d somehow been given a second chance and I didn’t want to blow it.”
“So I didn’t pressure you into it?” King had been making himself sick worrying about that. “I can be a bit of a control freak,” King confessed. “I can be pretty focused when I have a goal in mind.”
“A bit,” Sam agreed.
“I steamroll right over people to get my way.”
“Yep.” Sam was smiling as he stared at his feet again. He shoved his hands in his pockets.
“I’m trying to tell you that I have some issues, too,” King said. He carefully reached out and pulled Sam to his chest, wrapping his arms around him slowly. It took Sam a few seconds before he put his hands on King’s back, completing the embrace. “So don’t be so quick to judge yourself. Okay? But tell me quick if I’m doing it to you. Steamrolling you I mean.”
Sam nodded against him. “Okay,” he said, his voice muffled against King’s chest. “I know we’re sharing feelings and shit, but are you as turned on right now as I am?”
King laughed out loud. “Brah, if you can’t tell then I’m not holding you close enough.”
Sam laughed again and moved even closer. He pressed his hips forward and then he jerked them back. “Okay, that’s still weird.”
“Nah,” King said. “Totally normal. Just really big.” Sam laughed again and King realized that Sam’s laughter was like an aphrodisiac to him. He wiggled his hips a little, bumping Sam with his erection. He could feel Sam’s hard dick sliding against his when he did it. Sam moaned and King had to take a deep breath and count to ten not to rip their pants off and show Sam again how good King could make him feel.
Just then there was a knock at the door. Sam groaned, his frustration evident. “Seriously?” he said. He pulled away from King reluctantly. “Save that spot,” he said. “I’m coming right back.”
“And I’ll be coming right back at you,” King said. He reached down and adjusted his dick, which was getting uncomfortable in his dress slacks.
“What the hell?” Sam said as he peered through the peephole. He flashed King a grin and pulled open the door.
“Finally!” Jane said, rushing in. She threw her purse on the table by the door and, without missing a step, jumped up and wrapped her arms and legs around King. Instinctively he wrapped one arm around her and cupped her ass with the other hand, holding her up. “I missed you guys so much, it was unbelievable. What did you put in my drink the other day to get me so addicted to you?” Before he could answer she was kissing him. Vaguely he heard Sam close the front door.
It was a shock to the system. One minute he was trying to slowly and carefully seduce Sam, and the next he had a squirming armful of horny woman. It was one extreme to the next. Never one to pass up an opportunity, though, King went with the flow. He kissed Jane with all his pent-up desire for Sam and for her mixed in with genuine happiness at seeing her again, along with the sharp memory of her passion two days ago. All that was combined with Sam’s presence as he watched them. It was like traditional lust, but ramped up to two hundred decibels. King pushed Jane against the wall, using his hips to hold her in place and held her head still with his hands while he kissed her. He could feel each little bump on her skull against his palms as her silky hair brushed the backs of his hands. She moaned into his mouth as he devoured her.
“Wow,” Sam said, leaning his shoulder against the wall beside them. “Can anyone get in on this action?”
King slowly broke the kiss. Jane looked a little disoriented and her hair was mussed up. He grinned. “I was just about to kiss Sam when you knocked,” King told her. That seemed to clear her head a bit.
“Oh, no. Were you guys going to do it again? I’m sorry,” she said, hugging him, her head on his shoulder, facing Sam. “I ruined it, didn’t I? I suck.”
“Good to know,” Sam said. “Chances are good we’re going to be taking advantage of that later.”
“Wait,” King said, startled. “You told her about the other night?”
“Yeah,” Sam said, looking uncomfortable. “Shouldn’t I have?”
“No,” King said. “I mean, yeah, no, that’s cool. I’m glad.” He blew out a breat
h. “I was wondering how to bring that up before we got naked.”
“I can leave if you two want to be alone,” she offered in a small voice.
“Don’t you dare,” King said. “The night just got twice as good when you showed up.”
“What he said. Remember what you told me the other night? That just because you want us both individually it doesn’t mean you don’t want us together? Or something like that. Anyway, same goes here.” Sam slid closer along the wall. “Kiss me hello, too,” he told Jane gruffly. “While King holds you. I want your mouth.”
“Oh.” Jane’s breathy little exclamation cranked King’s meter. It sounded girly as hell, which turned him on. He moved her closer to Sam and she leaned down. When their lips touched her hands tightened on King’s shoulders. He could see Sam’s tongue slide along her lower lip before slipping into her mouth. Watching them kiss made King hungry for Sam’s mouth. What would they do if King demanded a kiss from him just the way Sam had demanded one from Jane?
Jane squirmed in his arms, rubbing her pussy against his stomach, her ass hitting the head of his dick. King had to close his eyes to block out the sight of the two of them kissing as he rearranged Jane in his arms a little. He didn’t want to rush things. They were all so worked up, he had a feeling they were going to go hard all night. He’d been frustrated about going slow with them, but now he realized the wait had them all so jacked up that this fuck was going to be phenomenal. He opened his eyes and watched Sam sucking on Jane’s upper lip. If King was lucky, it might be two fucks, but he wasn’t going to push it. There were lots of other things to get off on if Sam wasn’t ready for that.
“Hey,” he said gruffly. “My turn.” Sam pulled his mouth from Jane’s, breathing heavily. Jane straightened up, licking her lip.
“Sure,” Sam said. Jane looked up at King and he could tell she understood immediately. When they didn’t start kissing Sam looked confused.
“You,” King told him. “Come here.” Sam’s eyes went wide.
“Are you sure?” he asked, glancing nervously between King and Jane. King wasn’t sure which one he was asking. “I mean, Jane’s here now.”
“Just because I’m here doesn’t mean it’s all about me,” she said. “Actually, it is about me, too. Like I’ve told you, watching you guys together is a huge turn-on. I had no idea how much I’d like that.”
“I like it, too,” King said. “Watching and being watched, I mean. I didn’t know I’d like that, either. I mean, it’s all good, and just two of us are great together. But when it’s the three of us? Mind blowing.”
“Yeah,” Jane agreed, giggling. “Oh my God, we are such pervs.”
“Good thing we found each other,” King said, winking at her. He looked over. “Sam?”
Chapter 25
“So just to be clear,” Sam asked with a slow grin, “I’m not the only one here who wants a full three-way?”
“Full on,” Jane said. “Bring it.” She paused. “Wait a minute. What do you mean by that?”
“I mean no boundaries,” Sam said. “If I want to touch or kiss you I can, and if I want to touch and kiss King, I can. And the same goes for you two.”
“Everybody in this room who wants to touch and kiss King gets to,” King said with a big laugh. “He’s not going to say no.”
“So if I feel like licking all your tattoos while Jane rides my cock, that’s a go?” Sam asked.
“Lick whatever you like,” King told him gruffly. “Suck it, fuck it, whatever makes you happy.”
Sam had never looked so serious. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes narrowed as he stared at King. “Let’s see where the night goes,” Sam said.
Jane had been sitting quietly in King’s arms. He could hold her like this for hours; she didn’t weigh more than a minute. But he’d waited long enough to have her. “The first place my dick is going is inside this hot pussy,” King said. Jane squeaked in his arms and Sam laughed.
“That pussy is very nice,” Sam told him. “Perfect for a dick.”
“The owner of this pussy is right here,” she said. “Ask me nicely.”
“Jane, sweetheart, please let me fuck your pussy with my big dick,” King said seriously, staring into her eyes. Jane laughed.
“Someone has a very high opinion of himself,” she said, nipping his earlobe. “But, God, yes. I’ve been wanting you for months.” She leaned over and kissed Sam. “Our first night together was amazing,” she told him. “But my one regret was not being with King.”
“You are a good girl,” King teased, squeezing her ass. “You can’t even say fuck.” She blushed and both he and Sam laughed. “Okay, so Sam is not off the hook. I’m waiting.”
Sam’s laughter stopped. “Then get over here,” he said. He turned sideways to face King and Jane.
“Put me down,” Jane said. “That way you can focus on each other.” When Sam started to protest, she talked over him. “I need to get these jeans off anyway,” she said. “No one’s getting in here if I don’t take them off.” King immediately dropped her, and then he steadied her as she stumbled against him. “A little more warning,” she said drily.
“You start talking about naked and I’m going to hurry things along,” he said unapologetically. He smacked her ass. “Get it off, woman.”
“If I didn’t like you so much I’d be smacking you down for that,” she said mildly. “Lucky for you your dick is big.” She backed away as King grabbed Sam’s arm and yanked him close, until their chests bumped.
“Don’t think,” King told him. “Just do it.” He leaned down and pressed his mouth to Sam’s. He could feel how stiff Sam was, even his mouth. So King gentled his lips on Sam’s, trying to coax him to relax and enjoy it. It was like trying to fuck a virgin. No, worse. Fucking Sam the other night had been easier than this kiss.
Sam’s lips slowly softened under his and King licked them. Sam jumped a little, but then he leaned in to King, pressing hard against him. His hand came around to King’s lower back and he grabbed his shirt. Then he opened his mouth and touched his tongue to King’s. It was like someone had touched King with a live wire as heat shot straight from his head to his dick. He’d been hard before, but it was nothing like the ache in his cock now. Sam made him want to fuck with just his mouth on King’s. The strokes of Sam’s tongue in King’s mouth were tentative at first, but King became more aggressive and Sam followed suit. Soon they were clutching each other tightly and tongue fucking, Sam moaning into King’s mouth. When Sam humped his hard-on against King’s leg, King broke the kiss. They stared at one another for a second or two, the heat between them burning King up. He looked over at Jane. “Damn, girl,” he said softly.
She was naked and she had her hand between her legs. The fingers of her other hand were pinching her nipple. “That was amazingly hot,” she whispered in awe. “I’m going to masturbate every time you two touch each other. Hell, from now on I’m going to masturbate if I just think about you two touching each other. Just so you know. I can’t help it.”
King stepped away from Sam and began unbuttoning his shirt. “I’m going to fuck you hard, girl, so you better not come until I’m in there. I’ve been waiting a long time.”
Jane pulled her hand out from between her legs and he could see her fingers were glistening. Then she sucked the tip of one into her mouth. “Mmm,” she said, slowly pulling it out.
“Damn,” Sam said in appreciation. “I hope you can take a lot,” he said. “Because I am so fucking you, too, dirty girl.”
“You two do something crazy to me,” she said in wonder, sliding her hand back between her legs with a moan. “I swear I never did any of this with anyone before. But when you two get hot for each other I need to come so bad.”
King had his shirt off and pushed his pants down, toeing off his shoes and kicking his pants away as he watched her. He’d never known a woman so open about her desires. “Condoms?” he asked.
“Bathroom,” Sam said. He started to turn in that directi
on but Jane stopped him.
“Purse,” she said, her voice a little shaky. “Hurry.” Sam grabbed her purse and pulled out a box.
“Extra large,” he said with a smile as he ripped it open.
“I’ve sucked and fucked you both,” she said with a satisfied smile. “I know.”
“You are the dirtiest girl I ever fucked,” King said in awe. “And you don’t even know it.”
“Trust me,” Jane said with a huff of disbelieving laughter, “I’m figuring it out pretty quickly.”
Sam held out a condom. King shook his head. “Put it on,” he ordered him. Sam hesitated, looking at King with a shocked expression. King didn’t relent. They needed to start again the way they meant to go on. “Put it on,” he said slowly. “Now.”
“Oh,” Jane said in that breathy little way of hers. “Yes, please. I need it so bad, Sam.”
Sam tore open the foil packet and pulled the condom out, dropping the wrapper to the floor. Then he stepped in front of King and reached for his dick. King had to give him credit: once he committed, there was no hesitation. He wrapped his fist around King’s dick and King couldn’t contain his groan. “Sammy,” he said between clenched teeth. “Do it, or I’ll come all over you before I can fuck Jane.”
“No,” Jane whined. “Sam, hurry. You can have his dick next, I promise.”
At her words, Sam’s hands got a little shaky as he rolled the condom down. “Make sure it’s on there good,” King told him. Sam pinched the reservoir at the end and then rubbed King’s slit with his thumb. Even through the condom it felt amazing, and King grabbed his shoulder as his hips thrust into Sam’s grip. “Good boy, Sammy,” he said. “Come here.” He pulled Sam close and kissed him roughly, all tongue and teeth, his hand cupping the back of Sam’s head and holding him in place. Sam’s fist tightened around his cock as he kissed King back just as intensely. Jane’s moan made them break the kiss.
“We are so coming back to this,” Sam told him, stepping away. “Now fuck Jane. I’ve been waiting to watch this for ages.” He wasn’t hesitant anymore. That was the voice of command, and King gladly obeyed.
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