Fun with Dick and Jayne

by Delilah Devlin

  She began to shake her head, to tell him he didn’t have any cause to worry about her intentions.

  He pressed a finger against her lips. “Don’t give me any reassurances. I just want to know whether you’re willing to be left swinging in the wind a bit yourself.”

  Did he really expect her to hold a thought longer than a second? “What are you saying?”

  Garrett opened the hand not holding her hip. The shiny remote sat in the center of his palm.

  Her gaze shot to Finn whose lips pressed together as though he was trying to hold back his laughter. “What are you doing?” she whispered.

  Garrett slid the remote across the tabletop toward Finn, who palmed it and hid it under the table.

  Jayne squirmed beside Garrett. The vibrations quivering inside her went from a steady hum to a rhythmic throb, and Jayne gasped, too embarrassed to keep her gaze on Finn while he stared at her face. She turned to Garrett.

  He angled his body toward her, shielding her from the rest of the room. The hand on her hip slipped between her legs, cupping her.

  Not caring what anyone might see at this point, she opened her thighs without hesitation and leaned back against the leather squabs. With both Finn’s and Garrett’s attentions focused on her, and the little silver bullet bucking inside her, she never stood a chance.

  Just as she shot over the precipice, Finn spiked the vibe to full throttle, sending her screaming over the edge with Garrett’s mouth slamming down to muffle her cry.

  *

  Garrett parked next to the curb and hurried around to the passenger door.

  The glossy languor of Jayne’s gaze as she glanced up made him smile.

  Only it was more of a grimace than a smile. The past hour had been pure torture—watching Jayne’s expression as she climaxed twice, wanting to reach across the table and knock the smirk off Finn’s face as he made her come. But he’d held it together. Barely.

  What had possessed him to start that game, anyway? Had watching Richard and Jayne made it seem more acceptable to expose his inner fantasies? Or was he trying to compete against Richard for the most intense public sexual act?

  He clasped her hand and pulled her from her seat, steadying her when she swayed. “Easy there. Almost home.”

  “I liked your friend,” she said, her words a little slurred.

  “He liked you,” he clipped. Finn had hurried from the restaurant, no doubt bent on finding Bunny to assuage the arousal no man could suppress after watching how beautifully and lustfully Jayne had come undone.

  “You shared the vibrator with him,” Jayne said, her lips pouting.

  “Only seemed fair,” he muttered. “You and Richard share everything.”

  “Finn’s not going to fuck me.”

  “No, he’s not. But neither is Richard tonight.”

  “Are you getting territorial?”

  Garrett slid his arm around her, guiding her up the sidewalk to her porch. He set her back against the wall and held her waist while he unlocked her front door. Jayne had never looked sexier. Not even with Richard banging her from behind.

  Her wispy hair was mussed, her lips blurred. Her blue eyes unfocused.

  And liquid smeared her thighs.

  He couldn’t wait to taste her arousal. Had been hard for an hour as he’d played with her. He knew he wasn’t going to last long, but didn’t think she’d mind if he went a little wild, because he’d been hitting the remote all the way home, enjoying her moans, which layered one atop the other as she scissored her thighs together.

  “You’re cruel. A sadist,” she whispered.

  “And I’m a horny bastard. Get in the door. Walk down to your bedroom and lift your skirt to your waist.”

  Jayne didn’t argue, just walked ahead of him and pulled up her dress so it rode the crest of her hips, kicking off her heels as she went. When she reached her bedroom, she crawled atop the mattress and braced herself on her arms, her sweetly curved bottom pointed his direction.

  Garrett had his pants open, his cock in his hand, and crawled onto the bed to snuggle up against that soft, creamy ass. He thrust two fingers inside her pussy, snagged the egg, and tossed it between the pillows at the top of the bed.

  “Thank God,” she groaned.

  “Don’t get too comfortable,” he said, palming her bottom. He leaned down, inhaling her musky fragrance, and licked at the moisture clinging to her outer lips.

  Her breaths grew jagged, edging toward whimpers, and Garrett lashed her with his tongue, prodding between her lips and swirling into her cunt. He thumbed her clit, felt her jerk and her legs wobble. “Easy,” he breathed, and kissed her there again.

  But he was too far gone, too hard to ignore the pressure building in his balls. He slipped a condom from his pocket and rolled it down his cock, fisting himself once to test the fit, and then placed himself at her entrance. “I’ve been waiting all night for this. Since you flashed your pussy at the door.”

  A choked laugh was followed by a quick groan as he slid inside her. “You’re made of stronger stuff than I thought,” she said, her voice strained. “Didn’t think we’d have to leave.”

  “Did you want to flash it again at the restaurant?” he asked, his voice tense as he began to rock, in and out, trying to do it gently because she was tight.

  “No. Only to you. Told you, I’m particular about who sees my pussy.”

  He loved the way she said that word—breathy, distressed. He powered into her, stuffing himself inside as deeply as he could reach.

  Her back caved, lifting her bottom higher.

  “Damn, Jayne,” he said thickly. “Your cunt feels so fucking good.”

  Her steamy pussy closed around him, clasping, releasing. Her bottom pumped up and down, dragging her lips along his shaft. He clutched her hips, holding her still as he took control and thrust forward and back, tunneling inward and pulling out, her inner muscles caressing his shaft so much better than his own fist.

  And she was so damn beautiful. The way her waist narrowed then flared toward her round hips pleased him. The even tone of her pale skin, like the softest, tastiest whipped cream, had him wishing he had a can of Reddi Wip to stripe her body with. He’d take his time licking it from her breasts, the gentle swell of her belly, and dammit, he’d have to work it into her pussy, because he was going to eat her out.

  Soon as he came and got himself under control. Right now he could hardly think beyond the strokes that quickened to match the rhythm of his thudding heart. Couldn’t drag his gaze away from her pussy, because watching himself sink inside her had been tops on his favorite fantasies list for days.

  He hammered her. Thrusting deep. Listened to the short, urgent breaths he pounded from her body that grew louder as she began to moan.

  Days of hearing her breathy whimpers through her bedroom window hadn’t prepared him for just how lusty and loud the woman got. She popped her butt backward, slamming to meet his thrusts, widened her stance, and sank her chest to the coverlet, while her hands fisted in the bedding to keep her from scooting across the mattress. “Garrett! Garrett!”

  “What, baby? What do you need?” he ground out, refusing to slow down.

  “I’m gonna come.”

  “Anytime you want.”

  “Want you facing me… Have to hold you.”

  Garrett bit back a groan but pulled out then flipped her, spread her legs, and zeroed his cock on her entrance again and slammed deep.

  This view was so much better, he almost thanked her. Her face was flushed a bright strawberry red, her lips moist and swollen. Her eyes were narrowed, icy-blue slits that watched his face, darting between his eyes and his lips as if she wanted to kiss him but couldn’t muster the effort.

  His chest met hers, her nipples poking hard at the material still clothing their chests. Her fingers dug into his back then slid down to clutch his butt. He flexed harder, sharpening his strokes at her nail-digging insistence.

  He was starting to sweat; so was she, and slippery
heat only added another dimension of hell as he tried to hold out just a little longer, long enough to watch her come, but he wasn’t going to make it.

  He braced his hands on either side of her shoulders, giving himself more leverage to slam. She planted her feet in the mattress and bounced her hips up and down, meeting his thrusts.

  The sounds they made together, wet, sharp slaps, heightened his arousal, and when her body arched beneath him, her mouth opening around a scream, his balls exploded.

  He shouted, his eyes squeezed shut, and he hammered harder, losing the beat, because he was jerking against her, thrusting as deep as he could reach, his body jetting come at her womb but filling the tip of the soggy condom he hated with fiery-ass passion at the moment.

  He wanted to fill her, wanted to wallow in his seed and her arousal, skin to skin. He slowed his thrusts and dragged air into his starving lungs.

  Her hands soothed him, caressing his chest, his arms. Then she wrapped her arms around his back and tugged him down until he blanketed her body.

  Still gasping, he nuzzled the corner of her neck, waiting until his tongue could work again, and he could act like something more than a primal ape, because all he wanted right now was to howl and beat his chest. “Fuck, that was good.”

  Laughter sputtered beneath him. “You always this smooth, lover?”

  “Your fault,” he muttered.

  “Blew every one of your brain cells?”

  A bark of laughter caught him by surprise. He never laughed during or after sex. Jayne was certainly unique. He lifted his head and bracketed her face between his palms. Then he bent, bypassing her waiting mouth to lick at the sweat on her cheek. “Salty.”

  “I’m wet all over.”

  “That’s a problem?”

  She sighed. “No. That was pretty powerful. Never knew a boyfriend with so much muscle could work it so good.” Her head turned to the side, her eyes blinking dreamily.

  His cock was losing strength, but he ground inside her anyway, wishing again he didn’t have the damn condom between them. How soon could they be tested? Would she agree to an exclusive relationship?

  A choked laugh jerked her chest.

  “What’s so funny?”

  She shook her head, and her body jerked again with laughter. When he stopped moving, she pinched his chin and turned his face toward the window. He hadn’t noticed before, but the blinds were open.

  Richard stood across the alleyway, a wide smile on his face. He lifted a beer in a silent toast.

  Garrett turned back to Jayne and gave her a hard glare. “How long’s he been there?”

  “Probably waited on us the entire time we were at the restaurant.”

  “You arrange this?”

  “I think he did.”

  “Dick’s gonna be disappointed,” he growled. “I’m not sharing.”

  Jayne arched a brow. “But you don’t mind if he watches…”

  “He can eat his heart out,” he bit out. “I’m not done with you.”

  “Promises, promises.” She curved a thigh over the crest of his hip and ground her clit against the base of his cock. “Seems little Garrett’s taking a nap.”

  “I think I’m feeling insulted.” His cock stirred inside her. He raised an eyebrow.

  “My, my…”

  He kissed her again, hard, and flexed his buttocks to dig into her.

  “Garrett, I don’t know if I can do this again. I’m weak as a baby,” she gasped. “Sure you wouldn’t like a beer…cool off a bit before we start again?”

  Garrett sighed and dropped his head on her shoulder. “You want to invite him in, don’t you?”

  “He’ll want the deets. The egg was his gift.”

  Garrett breathed deep but pulled free from her warmth and rolled off her. “Guess I better lose the condom.” He rolled off the bed and padded to the bathroom, but he didn’t have the door closed before she was rushing to the bedroom door. Disappointment tasted sour in his mouth.

  What was it with her and Richard? Had she only used him for their entertainment?

  Garrett braced his hands against the counter and leaned in. He lifted his head to meet his reflected gaze. What the hell had he gotten himself into?

  *

  Jayne opened the side door and stepped aside as Richard climbed the steps and entered. For the first time in a long time, his steady stare caused her to blush.

  When she closed the door, he trapped her against it, barring her with his arms. “You like him.”

  Jayne pressed her hands against his chest to hold him off. “Well, duh. That was the point, right?”

  He canted his head, staring. “No, you more than like him. And he seemed very into you, too.”

  She glared. “Well, you know exactly how into me he was. You set me up.”

  “And you were too busy gettin’ busy to notice. Should I be jealous?”

  Something in his voice even though he’d said it flippantly told her he was a little worried. “Are you jealous, baby?”

  Richard’s brow furrowed. “Yeah, guess I am. I’m feeling more than a little superfluous.” He dropped his arms and moved back. “He didn’t look very happy when he realized I saw you two.”

  “He wasn’t. Truthfully, neither was I. I wanted to have this first time be just him and me. Intimate, you know?”

  “And what was everything we did together to get him here?”

  She wrinkled her nose. “Foreplay. And it worked really well. Oh, and thanks for the present. We both enjoyed the hell out of that.”

  One brow arched. “Really?”

  Her cheeks flared again.

  “Really?” he repeated, his voice deepening. “Do tell.”

  Jayne huffed and walked past him, dragging her skirt lower. “Let’s just say that he isn’t above a little exhibitionism, too—with the right partner.”

  “Well, congratulations. At least you know he’s willing to play.”

  Needing to change the subject quickly because she was getting hot again, she asked, “Do we have any beer left?”

  “I stocked up. Just in case.”

  “You can have another then I really do need you to go. He’s holed up in the bathroom, and I don’t know how he’s going to be with you here. If he decides three’s a crowd, I’m gonna have to ask you to go.”

  Richard winced. “This is my home, too.”

  “I’m just being honest here. I’m not ready to let him go.”

  “You think you’ll have to?”

  Jayne shrugged nonchalantly, not willing to let him see how deeply the whole experience had affected her. “Tonight was fun. Something that pushed him out of his comfort zone, I’d bet. But I can’t see him willing to share me if he starts getting serious.”

  “You want me to pull back? I can make myself scarce. Give you a chance to land him and make him more comfortable with you before you show him everything you bring.”

  Jayne shot him a glance, biting her lip. She was tempted. “No, if I have to play him, it’s not going to work. I’m the way I am. I have needs. If this doesn’t work out between us all, then he’s not the one. But we need to bring him around gradually.”

  Richard cleared his throat. “Sweetheart, does he know we’re married?”

  “Shhh!” She darted a glance toward the bedroom door. “Hell, no. He still thinks we’re just friends.”

  “He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who’ll take being lied to very well.”

  “Richard, I know. I swear I’m not playing fast and loose. Not this time, but I think he has ideas about how things are supposed to go between a man and a woman, and while he let his friend watch me come unglued tonight with the help of your little silver bullet, he’s not going to be as adventurous when it comes to a polyamorous relationship.”

  “We’re not going to ask him to break any laws.”

  “I know. But we will be working our way around to getting him to sleep with us both. Share a home with us both.”

  For the first time, Richard
’s expression shuttered her out. “Wow. You’re falling fast,” he said softly.

  “I don’t want to. I swear I don’t. But he gets to me.” Jesus did he ever. All those lonely nights he’d spent watching her fuck… She’d felt his frustration and anguish. “I hope you’re going to be okay with him, too.”

  Richard pulled her against his chest, and she nestled against his heat.

  “Why can’t we be satisfied with what we have?” she asked mournfully.

  He kissed her hair. “Why be satisfied when we can have more?”

  Her lips slowly curved. Did the man get her or what? But the door of her bedroom creaked, and she moved away from Richard, giving him a warning glance.

  Richard lifted his chin to Garrett in a typical male greeting. “How’s it hangin’?”

  Jayne pressed her lips together to halt the laughter bubbling up inside her.

  Garrett gave Richard a look that didn’t hide an ounce of his irritation. “You sucking on the last beer?”

  Something they could all agree on. Jayne gave both men a cheery smile and headed to the refrigerator, glad for a reprieve from all the testosterone stinking up the air. “I’ll be right back. Don’t kill each other while I’m gone.”

  Chapter Five

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  Garrett finished stuffing his shirt into his pants and tightened his belt.

  It felt damn awkward setting his clothing to rights while Jayne’s boyfriend watched him with a smirk sliding up one side of his mouth.

  “You two do this often?” Garrett ground out.

  Richard studied him for a long moment then took a seat in the chair, indicating with a hand that Garrett should take the sofa.

  Garrett didn’t want to sit. Didn’t want to shoot the breeze with the other guy. He knew exactly what Richard looked like naked. Exactly what he was packing.

  He’d seen Finn naked, walked in on him and Bunny a time or two when they’d shared a place, but they’d managed to keep things from getting sticky or uncomfortable.

  He wasn’t so sure Richard didn’t have designs on him, and that made the hairs on the back of Garrett’s neck lift. Made his body hot and hard, but ready to flee in a second if the man so much as leaned his way.