I held my breath waiting, we weren’t going to do anything she didn’t want to. I watched as she bit her lip. Jet shifted next to me. And fuck, my cock got hard just looking at her. Maybe the scarves were a bad idea. But then, she nodded and fuckin A, we went into action before she changed her damned mind.
As Jet lifted her lacey shirt, she kicked off her shoes quickly, and then waited patiently while I pulled her skirt slowly down. Jet leaned around her and unhooked her bra, and slid it down her arms. Fuck she was perfect. I reached up and pulled down her lacey underwear and almost lost my damned mind when I saw she was shaved. Fuck, that was sexy as hell.
Jet’s hands palmed her breasts as his lips kissed a sensitive spot below her ear, then he whispered to her, “I love how you smell. You’re like a fresh strawberry, I want to sink my teeth into.”
“Wow, that was really sexy, and seriously a bad line. Almost out of a romance novel,” Brit said, and I grinned.
“Oh, baby, you have no idea how hungry both of us are,” Jet whispered in her ear, and she shivered. Her eyes went to me as I moved to the other side of the bed. She lifted a hand and held it out, and I shook my head.
“Be patient. I’ve waited weeks for this moment,” I said.
Jet stepped back, and both of us took the scarf we held and tied her wrists to the spindles in the headboard, then grabbed the longer scarves and did the same to her legs with the footboard. She was spread eagled on the bed, and I couldn’t think, the only thing I could do was move. I saw Jet do the same as we both stared at her.
“You okay, baby?” I asked said.
“Yes, but if you don’t touch me, I could break into a million pieces,” she whispered.
“Hang on, sweetheart,” Jet said.
“I'm trying,” she said and glared at us. “But you’re not moving fast enough, dammit. I’ve been patient, but come on. Get a move on.”
“You are not in control. We are,” Jet said, and I grinned.
“I know that because you aren’t naked. If I was in control, your ass would be naked and in bed with me instead of staring at me.”
We both laughed. “We can take care of that.”
I took a few condoms from my jeans pocket and tossed them on the bed. Jet and I moved and began to take off our clothes. I watched as Brit’s eyes swung between the two of us, and I could see her breath coming faster as we took off our shirts, and then moved to our pants. I already had my shoes off, so I undid my jeans and pushed them down. I saw her tongue dart out and lick her lips.
“Keep doing that, baby, and we are going to get off track,” I groaned.
The hellcat knew exactly what she was doing. She slowly ran her tongue over her lips again, “I am down with that. I would really love to run my tongue over your piercings. God, they are so sexy—nipples,” she said, licking her lips, then her eyes drifted down, and I could have sworn I heard her groan, “cocks.”
I grinned and dropped to my belly on the bed. Jet laid on the other side of her right at her breast level. “Dammit, when did you get undressed? I wanna see you, too, your uh, piercings,” Brit asked Jet. I chuckled and shook my head.
“Pay attention, baby,” I said and reached up and ran my fingertips from her wrist to her shoulder.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t wait. You can look at me all you want later, but first, I think these need a little attention,” Jet laughed and captured her breast in his mouth, sucking in. Brit instantly arched off the bed.
“Why did I wait so long for this,” Brit whispered, and I watched the goosebumps form on her skin.
“Baby, don’t worry, we have all the time in the world to learn each other,” I whispered and continued to move my fingers up and down her arm as I watched Jet.
Jet’s hands wandered all over her body, touching her entire length, and then back up again before settling on her other breast. He slid to the side and wrapped his hands in her hair and raked his teeth over her nipple. The tension on her hair and the erotic pull on her swollen nipple had her body shivering. She squirmed as Jet touched her body, and then she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and her eyes met mine. I could see the debate in her eyes, she wanted to demand I get busy and do something.
Not tame her my ass. She was already learning that if she stayed quiet, she got what she needed.
I moved, keeping her eyes locked with mine while Jet ministered to her breasts. First, I kissed her stomach, and then moved slowly lower, shifting and moving between her legs as I ran my hands over her this time. I felt her shiver when I settled between her legs, and then kissed her inner thighs gently, but the moment she moaned, I latched my mouth onto her pussy and sucked.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” she screamed. “Why did we wait for so long!”
Brit tried to scoot down for more contact, but the scarves prevented her from moving. I put my hands under her ass and lifted her just enough so she couldn’t move again. The lack of control heightened the excitement but frustrated her at the same time. I could tell, and I was fucking savoring it, just like Jet was.
My tongue circled her clit before licking through her folds, tasting everything she gave me. The dual sensations made her breath catch several times as we both worked her over. Placing a palm on her belly, I pushed one finger into her pussy. I heard her gasp but I refused to go slow, I wanted her wild. I added another and pumped my fingers in and out of her. Latched onto her clit with my mouth and flicked the nub with my tongue several times before adding yet another finger. I felt her warm heat surrounding my fingers as I rotated them, stretching her to except us. She was tight, but wet and warm and wanted nothing but to sink deep inside her.
“I need your cock,” she whispered, and I looked up at her, she was moving her head back and forth, fighting the sensations.
My answer was to press the three fingers into her as deep as they would go, but that only added to her desperation. I moved my fingers inside her, forcing her juices to flow more. The air became thick as her passion built and the smell of her arousal had me rock hard.
Jet stopped playing with her breasts, crawled up to her face and kissed her as I watched and tongued her clit. I focused and renewed my attention. I could feel her beginning to lose her patience as she moved her hips slightly, fucking my fingers as I tasted her need. Yeah, this was what we had to look forward to. I knew when we found our woman it would be like this. Brit fits us. I’d known when I sank into her for the first time in Atlantic City. Once the memories of that night surfaced, I hadn’t been able to stop reliving them in my mind.
Brit wanted to act like nothing happened before, but she wouldn’t tonight. I pulled my hand away and sat up.
Brit pulled her mouth from Jet’s and yelled, “What the fuck, why did you stop!”
“‘Cause you are going to come on my dick,” I whispered.
Jet got out of the way as I rose up and hovered over her. I took her mouth as if it were our first kiss, showing she meant more to us than a fuck.
I pulled back and said, “I want to see if you’re ready.” I grinned then pressed my cock into her about two inches.
“I am. Fuck me goddammit,” Brit said as she arched her back.
“Uh uh uh, you’re not running this show, baby,” I whispered and pulled out, and she glared in response. Jet chuckled.
“Please,” Brit whispered. That was all I needed to hear. One full thrust and I was inside her to the hilt. She felt like fucking heaven, and I knew the barbells on my cock felt good, she made the same noises that night in Atlantic City. At least that hadn’t been a fucking dream. Shit, I wasn’t gonna fucking last long, I needed to move, but I wanted it good for her too. I pulled back out, and she whimpered.
“Shhh, got you, baby,” I said to her, then looked at Jet. “Jet, untie her. I need her on her hands and knees.”
I reached back and undid her legs while Jet took care of her hands. When she brought her arms down, I grabbed her hips and flipped her fast, then slapped her ass. I grinned and traced the tat that was on her back.
“Did you think we forgot about this?” I asked.
“What?” Brit said and looked over her shoulder. “Oh. I...”
“Yeah, you thought we wouldn’t remember that either. We might’ve been drunk and not remembered right away, but, sweetheart, do you believe that any time things are done with you would be so easy to wash away?”
“You never said anything. How the hell was I supposed to know? You set me on fire and never mentioned it,” Brit said, and then turned her head so Jet nor I could see her face.
I traced the three individual rings that were looped together. Each ring held one of our names. I wanted this to be real, then it would match the rings we would eventually wear on fingers. Brit was ours, and we were never letting her go.
“Hard to talk when you are running away from us instead of toward us,” Jet said.
“Maybe if you had, I could have told you this was a temporary tat. It will last only about two months if taken care of right,” I said but wanted to add that by the time it faded, a permanent one would replace it.
“Oh...well, that’s good. You know, if none of this works out,” Brit said. I looked at Jet, and he grinned. I shook my head and grinned back. Our girl was determined to fight till the end.
“Hands and knees,” I growled.
“What are you doing?” Brit said and whipped her head around.
“We want to take you together,” I said.
Brit bit her lip, and I saw the desire in her eyes, but she didn’t speak.
“Do you want both of us filling you at the same time?” I asked and ran my hand between her legs and cupped her. Brit nodded.
“Need the words, baby. Tell us what you want. Tell us you want us to fuck you,” Jet said and smacked her ass.
That brought back our woman. And if my dick wasn’t painfully hard, I would have laughed.
“Fine, fuck me dammit,” Brit yelled.
I leaned off the bed and grabbed the tube of lube off the side table. “You aren’t on those hands and knees, sweetheart.” I hadn’t finished the statement, and she was in position.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Duh,” she growled and wiggled her ass. I smacked it again.
“Behave,” I said.
I coated my fingers and ran them down the crack of her ass until I reached her puckered hole, then I circled the rim. When my finger pushed past the tight ring, Brit moaned and tossed her head back. Jet took her hair and wrapped it in his hands and kissed her. With my other hand, I pressed her clit and flicked it back and forth. The combination had her body giving little tremors as she tightened around my finger.
“You will not come until we are inside you,” I said while I worked both her pussy and her ass until her muscles relaxed.
I removed my finger and replaced it with my cock at her rear entrance. Jet let her up for a breath, and I grinned and pulled her up and back to me quickly and kissed her deeply. I swept my tongue in her mouth, showing her what I was going to do with my cock and she moaned louder. Then I let her go and pushed her back down.
My cock pressed into her backside and stretched her, I watched as she relaxed and let me in. I soothed her ass cheeks as I slowly made my way into her. Making tiny pushes in and out, my progress was slow but steady. I leaned over and kissed her neck.
“Fuck, baby, you feel like a glove rolling over my cock.”
Those words made her shiver as I kissed her neck again. As soon as I leaned back, Jet leaned in and ran a tongue along her earlobe. I watched him cup her breasts and kiss her neck. His soothing murmurings helped make my small thrusts easier.
Once my balls touched her pussy, I knew I was fully seated. Then when I withdrew a bit, all hell broke loose, and Brit bucked, and I held on.
“Shit, so good,” she said, and I grinned, and then pulled out all the way and kissed her.
“No,” she cried, and I smiled against her neck.
“Lean back a little, baby, let’s give Jet a chance to get under you. Sorry, I kinda got a bit carried away,” I whispered. Jet laid down, and she straddled him, then leaned in and kissed him.
“You ready, baby doll?” Jet asked.
“Fuck yes,” she whispered.
She moved over Jet’s cock, and then slid down slowly. I chuckled when she looked over her shoulder and smiled at me. Jet pushed up, and she gasped. She nodded, and I winked at her, lifted her hips and held on tight. I leaned closer to her ear. “Let me fuck your sweet ass, baby, while Jet experiences heaven in your pussy.”
I felt her nod, and I sat back. I eased in and out while Jet held still, probably waiting for her to stretch enough to have our two cocks buried deep inside her. She attempted to push her hips backward, but my tight hold prevented her. Jet pushed up and kissed her forehead, and then her lips. I said, “Fuck, baby, you are ours. If you run, we’ll find you. Always.”
I said the words and damned if she was going to deny it. We were connected, Brit was the center of our worlds now. Something inside me shifted a little. If there were any doubts at all, they were erased. I traced the temporary tat on the middle of her lower back, and said, “This is gonna be permanent real soon.”
Jet chuckled and said, “Oh yeah, I want that there every time I fuck you from behind. It will be a reminder on what brought us together.”
Brit snapped, “Less talking more fucking.”
I chuckled and said, “You heard her, man.”
I held on to Brit’s waist and pulled out, and then waited. Jet nodded, and I pushed in as he pulled out. “Oh, my fucking God!” she screamed, and I closed my eyes.
We set a pace. Is wasn’t fast, there was no fucking way either Jet or I were going to miss a single second of this. No matter what, this was our first time. Our first time that nothing would ever cloud how we got here. My speed increased, and the friction made her cry out with need. Jet moved, pumping into her pussy as I pulled out and vice versa. I was holding on by a fucking thread, wanting to make sure she came first. I could feel her ass clench around my cock, and I knew it would be soon.
“You’re killing me,” she gasped.
Jet growled at Brit and said, “Fuck, Brit. Don’t do that or I’ll come.”
I pulled out and waited a beat, then we both slammed inside her at the same time. Brit cried out as we did it again, and then again.
She turned her head to the side to draw in more air. “I’m going to come. Oh, God.”
“We’re right there with you, baby,” I said.
Jet clasped her arms to keep her steady, and I moved my fingers to her waist. When she released, we both yelled our climax at the same time. Fuck, that was amazing. Pulling back, Brit fell onto Jet’s chest, and I pulled out.
After a trip to the bathroom to clean up, I grabbed a towel and wet it with warm water before I reentered the bedroom. Jet rolled Brit over, and I cleaned her up, then settled next to her with Jet on the other. We were where we belonged.
Chapter Twelve
Sean
I woke up and smiled when I felt Brit laying half on me and half off. Lifting my head, I saw Jet staring at Brit as well, her other half was laid across him. I moved and slid off the side of the bed and pulled on my jeans. Jet did the same thing from the other side of the bed, and Brit grumbled and repositioned herself but never woke up.
Both of us stared at her, then Jet looked up and said, “What do you think?”
I waited for a moment; I seriously needed to make sure we were on the same page. I looked at Jet and motioned him to the foot of the bed, and he nodded, and then kissed Brit on the shoulder.
“Seriously, what do you think?” I asked again when he joined me at the end of the bed.
“When we agreed to go after her, I figured it would be like usual, a chick who just wanted to experience a three-way. We have seen a lot of those, but as time went on, I realized she didn’t give a shit about that. We chased her, and we caught her. I, for one, am never letting her go. Have you changed your mind?” Jet asked, and I sighed. Thank God, Jet felt that as
well, or things could get messy.
“Okay, we’re on the same page then,” I said, and then grinned. “Do you think she realizes it?”
“That we love her?” Jet whispered, and I nodded.
“Yep.”
“No, she is oblivious. I love her, but she buries her head in the sand half the time,” Jet said. “What I like best, the shit we are doing, hell...most women would be bitches and say they couldn’t support it. I know Brit does. She is the one who suggested Angelique stay with her. She is gonna be able to handle us, her business, and our kids in the future. So, we let her bury her head every once in a while when she needs to, knowing that she will step up to the plate when we need her most.”
“Unlike your mom and dad?” I said, and Jet nodded.
“Yes. You know the story. It won’t change even having Brit. They will never accept what I do. I would never subject you or Brit to their verbal disapproval of me, which would then include you and her by association.”
“Their loss, Jet,” I said and meant it. What parent or parents stop communicating or loving their only child because he chose a different path in life? My family was and is crazy, but they would never do that to one of their children. When he chose to enlist at eighteen instead of going to Harvard, his father’s alma mater, and following the man’s footsteps into one of the most prestigious law firms in Los Angeles, CA—Mr. Tolsen cut all contact with his son and forbade Jet’s mother to have contact with him also. The man had thought Jet would cave. Instead, Jet joined the Marines, served six years, and then joined Tony’s company when he got out.
“That would mean they would have to recognize a flaw in the perfected life they live. It will never happen because they don’t see me, they never have,” Jet said as I turned the knob on the bedroom door.
We walked out of the room, and I closed the door, and then turned to Jet. I smiled and regretted mentioning his parents when I saw the frown on his face. I needed to bring my friend back into the post-sexual mood.
“I need to go to the coffee shop, drop off some books, and then post. My agent is sending someone to the shop to make sure everything goes well. The person will act as a rep so it won’t seem off that Magenta isn’t there.”
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