by Shey Stahl
Shortly before Halloween, Josh had some friends over. I knew where it was heading early on.
I wasn’t intending for it to be that night where I tried out this new thing, and I hadn’t been on the site in a few weeks. It wasn’t that I was reconsidering trying it. It was mostly in fear of what if I liked it.
I agreed I would try, and with Jeb. He was eager and I was worried. I mean, how could Addison be okay with me sleeping with her boyfriend?
And then I thought, what if Josh sleeps with her?
Again, I wanted to go with the understanding that it was simply sex. Nothing more. It didn’t mean anything but physical pleasure.
Jeb smiled at me when we were on the dock after being on the boat and I knew where that was going. It was too cold for swimming and I was wrapped up tight in a hoodie and jeans while Jeb was half naked, as always, never falling victim to the Pacific Northwest chill in the air.
“Come on, honey.” Jeb pressed his body to my side, his semi-hard cock making contact with my thigh through his board shorts.
He’s turned on by me?
In front of everyone, his mouth lowered to the spot above my collarbone Josh loved to kiss so often. Only this time, it felt different, new, exciting as Josh watched our interaction from a few feet away.
“Let’s go upstairs,” he murmured against pebbled skin. “I’ll make it good for you.”
Could I actually do this? Could I have sex with my boyfriend’s friend?
Jeb’s heat radiated against mine. I watched Josh, wondering what he was thinking. In the distance, he observed but made no outright reaction to Jeb touching me, of kissing skin.
The way I felt right then—the rush of emotions—the sweaty skin and the flushed cheeks, all reminders that I was nervous. But the way Jeb watched me earlier that day, it made me feel wanted in a strange way and completely different from the way I felt around Josh.
And the way Josh would watch me through the exchanges, the realization that he was turned on by it, made me crave more.
“What about Addison?”
“She doesn’t care.” He grinned and held out his hand for me to take. “We have an open relationship. Besides, she’s…” And then his eyes cut to Josh and a look was exchanged, waiting to see if I knew the dirty dark secrets between these two. Josh gave him a nod, and then Jeb turned back to face me. “We share.”
They share?
Josh never said they shared. So that meant Josh was with Addison?
I hated the way my heart beat faster.
Once inside, Jeb went into the kitchen, his board shorts hung low enough on his hips that I could see the dimples on his back and the cut lines of his stomach. Music thumped throughout the house and I recognized the beat of a Nine Inch Nails track, though I couldn’t place the actual title of this particular one.
A few lingering guests were in the kitchen and living room, but no one paid us any attention. I knew Addison was there somewhere, too, but I hadn’t seen her in hours.
“Hop up here,” he said when we were in there, both chuckling. “I need to relax you somehow so I’m gonna fix you one of my margaritas.”
“Your margaritas? You have a special one?”
He nodded, reaching for the tequila and limes on the counter. Josh had an endless display of alcohol that made him look like some kind of alcoholic.
Pouring in the Cointreau and tequila in what looked to be even amounts, he then added a dash of premade margarita mix. He cut the lime, rolled it over the cutting board and squeezed it into the blender following that with a handful of ice. While he blended that, he put the salt around two margarita glasses he retrieved from the cupboard.
During all this, I watched his muscles work, the fluid way his body moved and the look on his face as his eyes roamed over my body. I kept waiting for Josh to come in and tell me this was some kind of joke, that this was the last thing he wanted me to do.
But he didn’t.
And the more Jeb watched me with anticipation in his eyes, the more I began to relax for him.
Sort of.
Watching the way the mixture blended together, Jeb bumped his hip into my knee as he reached for the blender.
I was so nervous to think about how it would play out. Would he not want me once he was naked? How would we do it? What if I did something he didn’t like?
We drank the margaritas and Jeb reached for my hips and pulled me off the counter to stand in front of him, again, his arousal evident against my hip.
“Don’t be nervous,” Jeb whispered, his breath hot on my neck. “We’re friends.”
“You’re about to see my kitty,” I told him, biting on my nails as I twisted away from him but didn’t remove myself completely. “Pretty sure friends went out the window.”
“Well, I’m about to make your kitty purr,” he teased, giving me a wink.
What the fuck am I getting myself into?
On the way to the bedroom, Josh was in the hallway, beer in hand. He smiled at me in that relaxed manner he had. Was I really going to do this?
“There’s something about filming a woman you’re with,” Josh said when he followed us upstairs and I was sitting on the bed. His hands were on my shoulders as Jeb removed his clothes, watching me as he did so. “You’re bare. I see everything that I couldn’t when I’m with you physically. Parts of you I don’t get to see, I see clearly on the screen. I see your beauty, your innocence… I get every detail. I see your soul, Logan. You can’t hide anything when you’re vulnerable like that. You reveal a side for me that I will never see unless I’m behind the camera. The way your body moves…” His lips moved over my bare skin, slowly, like he was memorizing the details, the memories now in his head. “And my personal favorite, the way your eyes flutter closed at the last stitches of your orgasm.”
Nodding, I tried to understand what he was saying but I was so nervous. I had to detach myself somehow and see this for what I told myself I would see it for. Sex.
I removed my clothes in a rush, letting them fall to the floor at my feet.
Completely exposed for two men, I was on the bed, naked.
Jeb smiled, his stare hooded. He was most definitely turned on. “Fuck, honey, you’re gorgeous.” He grinned, wide and boyish, and winked at Josh. “No wonder you kept her to yourself for so long.”
My cheeks warmed with the compliment, considering he was with Addison, quite possibly the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
Seeing Jeb naked was different, but he was definitely sexy. I made a sweep over his body, hard toned lines, evident of his profession. Body wise, he was smaller than Josh but he was definitely packing. Stroking his cock, he was hard immediately, kneeling on the bed. In a tentative touch, his hand came in contact with my thigh. Laying on the bed beside me, his hand traveled up over my thigh, to my rib cage and then over my breasts where his hand cupped my right one. It was tentative touches that sent my nerves in a spin and my heart racing.
With his eyes on mine, bright and full of excitement, he smirked when his mouth lowered to my puckered nipples. I kept glancing around the room and Jeb sensed my nerves sailing and smiled, his tongue darting out to flick my nipple. “Relax, Logan…”
“I’m trying,” I whispered, unable to hide the shaking in my voice.
His breathing grew ragged when his hips pressed into the side of my leg, his erection making direct contact with me now, his hands moved from my breasts to my cheeks. “I’ll make it good for you…promise.”
Turning my head, I looked at him, his hands remaining on my cheeks. I did want Jeb. I did. He was adorable and believe or not, I wanted to try this. I just wasn’t sure how to go about it. When I was with a guy, the last thing I thought about was his best friend. Now I was being asked to have sex with said best friend.
I wasn’t sure if kissing was part of the plan but Jeb made that decision for me when his lips made contact with mine. It was tender at first, and then he slowly added his tongue, trying to ease me into it.
My body
relaxed at his touch, dissolving into his kiss. His right hand dropped to my breast again, and then lower to between my legs, caressing gently between my wet folds. When he felt how wet I was, he groaned into my mouth, the action vibrating throughout me.
I finally touched him then, my hands curling around his neck and into his dark hair, welding his mouth to mine. He seemed to enjoy that and nudged closer, rubbing his cock against my leg in tiny movements.
Jeb’s back was to Josh so he didn’t have a clear view of what we were doing. Though I was locked in Jeb’s embrace, I heard movement and noticed Josh out of the corner of my eyes. It was then I realized I was being filmed. The thought was both frightening and arousing.
My stare moved from Jeb, to Josh, curving around Jeb’s body with my left leg bent. Jeb’s mouth moved to my neck, sucking and swirling his tongue on the tender parts of my skin that made me shiver and shake all over anytime a man touched me there. Made me feel like I was being pulled apart at the seams.
I couldn’t get a clear look at Josh’s face, but I could see he was aroused by this already by the bulge in his shorts.
Trembles stirred through me as Jeb’s fingers made a swirling motion and direct contact with my clit. Everything between my legs was soaked and he knew it now.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked, breathing into the curve of my neck, lips parting and teeth nipping as his fingers glided over my entrance with ease. “I need to be inside this tight wet pussy right now. I’ve been dying to fuck you.”
Dying to fuck me?
The way he said it, the lilt in his voice sent a sharp jolt to my tummy as the arousal hit me again.
“What do you like?” he breathed, voice low and rumbling, his eyes scanning my face. “Do you want me to eat your pussy?”
“No…I just…” I was afraid to say it, but in a way, I didn’t want the foreplay. I was too nervous. I thought maybe if he just started fucking me, everything would be okay. “I want you inside me.”
“I can do that.” Jeb had me flat on my back now, my body buzzing with pleasure and anticipation, hovering over me, wedging between my legs, waiting until Josh gave him the okay.
Josh nodded.
With a grin, his hand reached between us, rolling on the condom and then his body pressed against mine. His erection pressed against my thigh, the tip about an inch from my opening.
Spreading my legs a little further, Jeb kissed up the side on my neck, licking and sucking, losing control. There was a force in his movements, something I would have never associated with Jeb.
“Are you going to behave?” Jeb asked, rising up to stare at me as he entered me. He didn’t wait for me to say anything, just pushed forward.
“I can’t promise anything,” I said, blinking slowly and not understanding his statement. My body tensed immediately when he was fully sheathed inside of me, but not in an uncomfortable way, in a nervous way. “What does that mean?”
“It means.” Jeb grunted, rocking his hips into mine. “I’m worked up, but I want you and I want you to enjoy it.”
“I think I will.”
Jeb raised an eyebrow, his lips parting over mine, voice low and uncontrolled, wavering as he spoke. “Does this—and what I’ve done so far—feel good?”
“Yes.” Swallowing over the lump in my throat, I glanced at Josh, looking for approval, maybe. Something, a nod, a wink, anything to ease my nerves.
He was leaning back in his chair to our right, fifteen feet away near the wall, slouched, slightly to one side. Much like the night he was filming Jeb and Addison. His head was down, lashes shadowing his cheeks when he shifted, his arm draped over the back of the chair and the other one holding the camera. One leg was kicked out in front of him, the other bent, a resting point for the arm holding the camera.
What got me, and potentially relaxed me was the way he studied my every move. He was entranced by this, unable to lift his eyes from the sight.
I wanted to know what he was thinking and feeling by the way he slouched to one side. His jaw flexed, working back and forth and tensing at certain moans I made—eyes set on me—and it made me realize he was enjoying this.
I’d never seen him so entranced, and the fact that I was doing this to him, making him feel this, creating that hunger within his steady stare, well, that did things to me too.
Squirming around underneath Jeb, my body responded to his movements.
Jeb was most certainly not what I expected, he was demanding and controlling, but why in the holy fucks was this so goddamn hot?
I closed my eyes at the sensation, the rough way he handled me and the captivity in his eyes that never once darted from me. Occasionally, he glanced at Josh for approval, but I could tell he was lost in this.
He had me turn around to ride him reverse style and then press my back to his chest, my feet placed on his knees. With his feet flat against the mattress, he started to hammer his hips into mine.
His hand pressed between my shoulder blades, giving me a push. “Sit up and let me see that ass.”
“Touch yourself,” Josh ordered, a command, though I couldn’t see his face with the light from that angle. “Make yourself come, baby.”
The fact that he was ordering me to do something was thrilling.
My hand slid over my hip bone and then between my legs to my pussy, where I lightly ran my index and middle finger over my wet clit. Jeb grabbed a hold of my hips, moving me back and forth. As my fingers moved, his cock moved in and out. Pushing down on my clit, trapping the nerves between the pressure of my touch, and Jeb moving in and out of me was essentially what sent me over the edge.
That and the way Josh watched my every move.
My orgasm crashed over me, pulsating through my body making me weak.
Jeb wasn’t finished with me. With a firm slap to my ass, he had me kneeling before him.
Taking a firm hold on his erection again, he nodded south. “Now suck your juices off me.”
I didn’t hesitate, despite the fact he was still wearing a condom and it tasted of latex.
Grabbing a handful of my hair, he nodded again. “Lick.” His voice vibrated with authority.
As my mouth wrapped around Jeb’s cock, moaning around it, I peeked up at Josh and his reaction to this. He hadn’t moved from his position, still slouched in the chair and leaning to the left a little, his head resting against the back of the chair. It was then I could see his jaw set, eyes fastened on mine and the way his breathing accelerated into heavy breaths. His stomach flexed as his body tensed again, his left hand still wrapped around the longneck. His right hand lifted from the camera to between his legs pulling at his board shorts, as if he was adjusting himself.
Is he going to touch himself?
I swallowed, or tried to, the dryness in my throat seemed unbearable even though I had so much saliva in my mouth there was no way my throat should have been dry.
Jeb grabbed a handful of my hair just then, curling the curly strands around his white-knuckled fists and then gave me a push forward so that his cock hit the back of my throat. “That’s it, suck my cock. Can you feel me hitting the back of your throat?”
I nodded, unable to answer him when he wrapped the other hand around my head, coaxing, demanding, and possessing me like he promised he would be having complete control over me.
Peeking at Josh again, I noticed his right hand was on his thigh, just resting there but when I moaned again, around Jeb’s cock, sucking and swirling my tongue, I realized how turned on Josh was.
His head was still back against the chair, my belly fluttered with the idea, that realization of how sexy this could be. I was putting on a show for him.
Moaning, Jeb threw his head back when his cock hit the back of my throat, again.
My eyes watered, tearing up and then slowly running over heated cheeks. Not from sadness, but from the fact that I could barely keep from gagging.
Looking at Josh again, his breathing had accelerated, his eyes trained on me. Just then, his righ
t hand shifted and palmed his erection through his shorts, as if he couldn’t stand it any longer. I thought maybe he’d touch himself, and I was surprised when he didn’t. I had no idea what to expect during this and actually found it a little odd that twenty-five minutes into this and he hadn’t made any outward indication he was turned on.
Now that he had, it gave me the verve I needed to let go and relax. This was how he wanted me. It made me feel needed, desired, and worshiped in ways I’d never felt before.
I wasn’t acting for him. I thought I would be, but the moment Jeb touched me—in that way—I was turned on by it, as crazy as that sounded. In those moments, I wanted him. I wanted to make Jeb feel what he was doing to me and I wanted to see Josh’s reaction to it.
Jeb pulled my head up by placing his hand under my chin, his body covering mine once again, this time flat on my back in the missionary position with my legs wrapped around his waist.
He was kissing me, deeply, with what one would assume was passion, so caught up, so focused, so thorough with every move. Another orgasm raked through me, coursing through my body like a wildfire, igniting flames throughout. My moans of pleasure filled the room, my eyelids drifting closed as I rocked with him, lost in the reactions I was having to him.
By the way Jeb’s cock swelled and his hips jerked back, pulling out of me, I could tell he was close. With what seemed like quick movements, he had me on my hands and knees before him and inside me again, pumping forward with his hand wrapped around my hair.
Then, as if that wasn’t the sight he wanted to come, he pushed down on my right hip so that I was on my side and he was on his knees, entering me again so that he could palm my breast with one hand and then squeeze my ass cheek with the other.
The look at his face nearly gave me another orgasm, lust stricken brown suppliant eyes, brow draw together. “You’re so fucking hot, Logan,” he rasped lowly and then our position changed and I was flat on my back and Jeb was on top of me, slamming into me again and again.
When he came, his body tensed, arching back and then a low groan fell from his lips, his movements halting, completely.
