King stepped over and grabbed Jane around the waist with one arm, never breaking his stride as he carried her over to the dining room table just outside the kitchen. He shoved some magazines and mail to the floor and laid her down on it. “Wrap your legs around my waist again,” he told her impatiently. “I can’t guarantee how long I’m going to last. You two have me ready to blow.”
“You asked for it,” she told him breathlessly. “Not our fault if you can’t handle it.”
“You tell him, dirty girl,” Sam said. He came over and sat down in a chair at the table to the right of Jane. “Give him a good hard ride.”
King ignored their smack talk and let his dick do the talking. After planting his hands firmly on either side of her shoulders, he pushed into Jane hard and fast, barely giving her enough time to adjust. She cried out and arched her back. “So fucking wet,” he praised her. “Perfect.”
Sam pulled his chair closer and bit Jane’s shoulder. “This is so hot,” he growled. “Fuck for me.” He reached over and ran his hand over the tatts on King’s hip and King felt goosebumps rise in the wake of his touch.
“Oh, God,” Jane said, practically yelling. “So fucking good. Give it to me, King. Fuck me. I fucking love this.” She slapped a hand across her mouth, shaking her head. Sam pulled it off.
“Oh, hell, no,” he said. “I like it when you can’t shut up. Tell me how good it is.”
“Never fucked like this,” she panted. King was giving it to her hard, and she was making a rough sound every time he stroked into her.
“I like it,” King said. “Like being rough with you and how you take it. So hot for my dick.”
Jane reached out and grabbed Sam’s hand away from King’s hip and shoved it down at her pussy. “Clit,” she gasped. “Want both of you to make me come.” Sam didn’t waste any time and she gave a little sob as he found her clit and rubbed it.
“Damn, I like your hand that close to my dick while I’m fucking her,” King told him. He liked that they were all being honest about the sex and what they liked and what they wanted.
“Yeah?” Sam asked. He slid his fingers down and around King’s dick, cupping Jane’s pussy so King was fucking her through Sam’s fingers. King groaned, nearly losing control. “How about that?”
“Fucking perfect,” King said roughly.
Jane made a broken sound as she bucked beneath him. “Yes, yes,” she panted. “Use me. Fuck me. So good.”
“You are such a dirty girl,” Sam whispered in her ear, loud enough that King could hear. “Coming over here and just fucking asking for it. Two guys all over you, manhandling this hot pussy, fucking it. I’m going to fuck it right after King. You want that, don’t you? More cock?”
“Yes,” Jane cried out, then she came hard around King, jerking under him with that high-pitched cry she made when she came, the one they both liked so much.
King grabbed her hips and thrust into her, grinding his dick into Sam’s fingers, loving the feel of her tight pussy clenching around it. He grunted as he came. The heat of his release as his dick pumped was sheer bliss.
Before he was done, Sam stood up and yanked his shirt off. “Move,” he told King.
“Still coming,” King said through gritted teeth. “Give me a second.” He had to close his eyes tightly as his dick became super sensitive. Jane collapsed back onto the table, panting, her eyes closed.
“So good,” she moaned.
“Can you take more?” Sam asked, pausing as he began to shove his pants down. “My dick aches after watching that.”
“More,” she said, blindly reaching for him. King laughed weakly.
“Let me get out first,” he told her, kissing her on the temple. She patted his shoulder.
“Good,” she said. “Really, really good.”
“I think we may have blown a circuit in there somewhere,” King told Sam.
“I’m going to recharge it,” Sam said as King pulled slowly out of Jane’s hot, swollen passage.
“Damn, I love this pussy,” King said, leaning down and kissing it. Jane spread her legs.
“Real kiss,” she said, smiling with her eyes still closed. King obliged, kissing her cunt like it was her mouth, tonguing her, and Jane moaned. He stepped away after getting her wet again. “All yours,” he said to Sam.
Chapter 26
Sam wordlessly handed him a condom and stood there. King looked down at Sam’s hard dick. He had a pretty dick, long, with a fat purple head and veins. “Okay,” King said. He sat down in Sam’s chair and Sam turned to face him. “This will help get it on,” King said. He leaned over and sucked Sam’s dick into his mouth.
“Jesus,” Sam said, his teeth clenched. “You’re as fucking dirty as Jane is.”
“Mmm-hmm,” King hummed around his dick. Sam grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his mouth off.
“Later, I am totally fucking that mouth,” Sam promised. “But right now this dick wants pussy.”
“That’s all right,” King said with a laugh as he rolled the condom on and Sam groaned. “I don’t blame him. That’s some fine pussy.” He leaned back in the chair with a sigh. “And I need to recuperate.”
“You?” Jane said incredulously. “You didn’t just get pounded by that huge dick.”
“You say the sweetest things,” King told her, leaning over and giving her a smacking kiss on the lips.
“Dick number two coming in for a landing,” Sam said.
“We all say the stupidest things when we’re fucking,” Jane said with a cute little giggle. King couldn’t believe how cute he thought she was, even when she was saying dirty shit.
“Get up,” Sam told her, pulling her gently off the table.
“What?” Jane asked, confused. “But I thought…”
“Give me my shirt,” Sam asked King, not answering Jane. King was curious about what he was going to do, so he picked up Sam’s dress shirt and handed it to him. He watched as Sam folded it neatly and placed it over the edge of the table. King began to smile. “Face the table,” he told Jane.
“Oh.” Her eyes got big and she did as he asked, and then some. She snuggled her hips against his shirt and lay down with her arms above her head, sticking her ass in the air. “Like this?” she asked breathlessly.
“Like this,” Sam said, nudging her feet apart more. He took his dick in his hand, aimed it, and pressed it home. “Oh, fuck, yeah,” he said.
“Oh my God,” Jane moaned. “You feel so deep and big. Pull out and then fuck me hard right there. Right on that spot.”
“After you fucked King’s big cock, I need to give it to you like this so you can feel it,” Sam said, his voice rough. “ ’Cause I want you to feel it. I think you like it hard and rough, don’t you?”
“Damn, Sam,” King said appreciatively. “You are good at the dirty talk.”
“Thanks,” he said with a sly smile. “I’ve got some saved up for you.” King just laughed.
“Shy Sam is coming out of his shell,” he commented.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Jane chanted softly as Sam did a slow advance and retreat.
“You’ve got to ask for it better than that, dirty girl,” Sam told her with a smack on her ass. Jane squealed and then moaned. “Oh, yeah,” Sam said with a badass grin. “More of that later, too.”
“Fuck me hard and deep, Sam,” Jane begged in a throaty voice. “I want it. I want more cock. Fuck me rough.”
“Damn,” King said, a little breathless. “She’s fucking good at this, too.”
“I didn’t know,” she said, sounding a little scared and confused. “I didn’t know sex could be like this. I didn’t know I could want this.”
“You can want whatever you like,” King told her gently, stroking her hair off her cheek and across the table. “And we’ll give it to you, sweetheart. Whatever it is. What else do you want?” Sam thrust into her hard right then, almost as if he were deliberately being rough while King was being gentle. Jane cried out and King felt her sh
iver. Sam kept fucking her hard, but not fast. Each retreat was slow and then he’d slam into her. Jane was moaning, trying to buck her hips, but Sam had a hand on her lower back, holding her still. “Make her take it,” King told him. “Make her like it.”
“She likes it,” Sam said confidently. “Her pussy is drowning me, she’s so fucking wet and hot for it.”
“What else do you want?” King asked again, still softly stroking her hair. “Tell me.” She shook her head. King looked over at Sam. He didn’t even have to tell him what to do. Sam smacked her ass again, a little harder. Jane moaned. “Tell me, dirty girl,” King coaxed. He pressed the tip of his finger into her mouth and she sucked on it hard as Sam fucked her. “You want to suck cock?” She nodded. “What else?” He pulled his finger out. “You want two cocks at once? Double penetration?”
“Can’t wait to fuck this dirty girl’s ass,” Sam said breathlessly, spanking her again.
“Yes,” Jane said in a broken voice. “Yes, I want that.”
“You want a cock in your ass?” King asked, his voice getting rough. “Fuck, I’d like to see that, and do it.”
Sam squeezed her ass cheek hard and Jane bit her lip. “Anything you want, sweetheart,” Sam told her. “Anything.”
“I want to watch King fuck you,” Jane said to him over her shoulder with a hot look. “I want to watch him fuck your ass and then you can fuck mine.”
“Oh, shit,” Sam said, pounding into her. She groaned.
“That’s it,” she said. “Fuck me so hard.” She was on her tiptoes, straining against Sam’s hold, her fingers grasping at the tabletop. “You’re so fucking good, Sam. You fuck me so good.”
“You are one hot fuck, dirty girl,” Sam said roughly, spanking her again. “I’m going to come in this hot pussy. Then we’re taking you to bed. You get to rest for a little while and watch me and King, and then we’re going to want to fuck you again. Any way we want.”
“Yes,” she said. “Please, please touch my clit,” she begged. “I need to come.”
“No clit,” Sam said. “Ass.” He pulled out of her while Jane moaned and then he fucked his finger into her. Then he thrust his dick back in and rubbed his wet finger around her asshole. “I’m going to finger your ass,” he told her.
“Oh,” Jane said, all breathy and hot. “Yes, please.” Sam pushed the tip of his finger in and Jane gave a little scream. “Don’t stop,” she said when he paused. “More.”
“You all got me so fucking hard again,” King said, grabbing his dick. “I’m going to jack off while you fuck.” Jane licked her lips, watching him. “You want to suck it, dirty girl?” he asked, standing up.
“Suck his cock,” Sam told her. “Every hole filled, like the dirty girl you are.”
King couldn’t believe how hot this fuck had become. It was fantasy material, and Sam was totally in control right now. He slid Jane closer to the side of the table and she came up on her elbows as King directed his cock to her mouth. She sucked on his head and he didn’t push more in. He didn’t want to overwhelm her when Sam was fucking her so hard. He looked down and watched as Sam pushed his finger all the way into her ass. Jane moaned around King’s dick.
“I’m going to come real soon,” King told her. “When I come in your mouth, I want you to come for Sam. Come all over his cock and his finger in your ass.” Jane moaned and sucked harder on his dick. “Fuck,” King said, amazed he was ready to come again. “Take it,” he growled, gently grabbing a fistful of her hair. He forced himself not to thrust deeper into her mouth as he came.
“You are so good, dirty girl,” Sam praised her. “You made King come twice. Now come on my dick. Come on.” He twisted his finger in her ass and Jane made her orgasm sound on King’s dick. She pulled away and cried out, a small drop of his come in the corner of her mouth. With her freckled face and dimples she was so fucking hot with his come on her face.
“Yeah,” Sam groaned, pressing into her. His hips jerked and his face twisted and King knew he was coming. Jane cried out again at the rough treatment, but she was pressing her pussy and her ass back into Sam, taking it like she loved it.
When Sam was done he went limp, resting one hand on the table as he panted. He leaned down and kissed Jane, licking King’s come from the corner of her mouth. “You were amazing,” he whispered. “Perfect. God, I…” He paused and King knew he’d stopped himself from saying whatever he was about to. “Can you stay the night?”
“Yes,” Jane said, her voice rough. “Good thing, since I don’t think I can walk.” Sam laughed and slowly pulled his finger and then his dick out of her.
“Bath for you,” King said, helping her up and then scooping her into his arms. “A nice, warm bath while we pour you some wine and get you a snack. And then bed.”
Jane snuggled into his arms, her nose buried in his neck. “That sounds nice.” She reached out and King waited until Sam took her hand and then he walked with them down the hall. “Welcome home,” Jane said.
“Best. Welcome. Ever.” King told her.
Chapter 27
There was a quiet knock on the half-closed bathroom door. The bathroom was huge. Crazy big for an apartment, but these were the luxury apartments in the new development near the stadium, so maybe it was normal here. She could have swum laps in the tub. Jane was luxuriating in the hot bubble bath and winced at the sound of knocking. Apparently her reprieve was over. Now she’d have to face King and Sam after making an absolute fool of herself with them. Time to put on your big girl panties, she told herself firmly. They weren’t just going to go away and leave her to wallow in her humiliation and self-disgust. After all, this was Sam’s tub.
“Hello?” Sam called out softly. “Can I come in? Have you drowned in the bathtub?”
“Still alive,” she assured him. “Sure. Come on in.” She sat up, wrapping her arms around her pulled-up knees, hiding.
Sam came in blushing, holding a glass of wine. “For you,” he said, unable to meet her eyes.
“Thanks. I need it.” Jane reached for the wine as if it were a lifeline.
“King is bringing some snacks. I don’t have much. Sorry,” he apologized. “I eat mostly whole foods and protein.”
“Yes, apologize for eating healthy,” she said drily. “That’s clearly the worst thing you can do.”
“Can I?” Sam asked, indicating the floor next to the tub.
“Sure,” Jane said. “Why not? I have no secrets.” She slugged back some wine.
“What are you doing?” King asked from the doorway. “No wine until you have some food and water. Hydration is what you need. Wine will dehydrate you further.”
“I was going for insensibility rather than hydration,” Jane told him. She slammed back another drink only to have King grab the glass from her hand with a frown. He replaced it with a big bottle of Vitaminwater.
“Drink that,” he said, “not this.” Jane sighed and did as she was told. Might as well stay true to form tonight.
Sam slid down the wall and sat. “Man, I am so sorry. I just totally went all out of control in there. You should have stopped me.” He looked at Jane with a frown. “I mean it. Did I hurt you? ’Cause you don’t sound very happy right now.”
Jane was staring at him wide-eyed, disbelief robbing her of speech for a minute. “You’re kidding, right?” she finally asked. She took a swallow of the water and had to admit it tasted damn good. She chugged some more of it.
“He’s not kidding,” King told her. He calmly sat down on the steps at her feet that led up to the tub, opposite Sam. “She was into it, brah. No worries.”
Jane choked on her water. “Into it?” she gasped. “I was begging for it! Are you kidding me? I am a fucking slut.” She slid down in the tub until the water covered her head, wondering if they’d let her drown herself. Hands pulled her up as if answering her question. A towel gently dried the suds from her face before she opened her eyes. Sam was gazing at her…worshipfully. There was no other word for it.
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sp; “You are not a slut,” he told her, brushing wet hair off her cheek. “You were amazing. I’ve never had a woman respond to me like that before.” He blushed and let go of her, sitting on the step at the head of the tub. “I went a little crazy. I’ve fantasized about doing a lot of this stuff, but never actually had the guts to try it. I didn’t think I’d ever find a woman who’d let me.” He glanced at King. “Or a guy.”
“Oh, God,” she moaned miserably. “Even you think I shouldn’t want to do this stuff! I’m the lowest of the low.” She started to sink into the water again, but Sam leaned over and caught her.
“Careful,” he warned. “You’ll get soap in your eyes.”
“I’ll get soap in my eyes?” she asked a little hysterically. “I just let two guys basically own me sexually and you’re worried about soap in my eyes? I’d probably like it! I don’t even know who I am anymore.” She closed her eyes and covered them with her hand, fighting tears. “I mean I just fucked two guys on a dining room table, complete with porn-star extras. Jane Foster does not do that sort of thing. Jane Foster disapproves of people who do that sort of thing.”
“Clearly that was a different Jane Foster,” King said with a shrug. “Welcome to the new you.”
“How can you be so calm about this?” she practically screeched at him. “I’m totally freaking out. I mean, I thought sleeping with the two of you would basically be vanilla with a little guy-on-guy action thrown in. And now I’m talking about butt fucking and double penetration and…Oh my God, what is wrong with me?”
“Okay,” King said calmly. “Into the tub.” He stood up and took off his shorts.
“What?” Jane said. “Sex is not the answer to this.” She closed her eyes, not trusting herself if she saw him naked. Clearly she had no willpower whatsoever when it came to these two.
“Not sex,” King said as she heard a splash and the water sloshed around her. “Snuggling.”
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