Very Much Alive td-1

by Dana Marie Bell

  "Oh, yeah. Again. Do that again."

  Kir began lapping once more at Jordan as Logan began fucking her harder. He tried to concentrate on what he was doing to them, afraid if he paid too much attention to his cock he would blow before he was ready.

  He had every intention of blowing his next load in Jordan's hot, wet pussy.

  He ran his hands up and down her back, his fingers tangling with Logan's.

  This was even better than he'd dreamed. The two people who meant the most to him in the world, the three of them in one big, happy knot as they made love to one another.

  The feel of Jordan's mouth was driving him insane. And watching Logan fuck her?

  Damn.

  She was moaning around his cock again, driving him insane. He couldn't help himself. He reached around again, holding her head steady while he fucked her mouth. He was so damn close...

  He howled as he came down her throat again. He fell limp, panting for breath, eyes closing as Logan stroked slowly in and out of Jordan.

  He collapsed with a laugh as Jordan licked him clean. Well, hell . Guess he'd have to wait to feel her pussy around him, but he really couldn't find it in himself to complain too much.

  Jordan leaned back and did her best to swallow Kir's come. He didn't taste human. He tasted like springtime, and fresh water, and everything sweet, like nectar. She'd never been a huge one for giving blow jobs, but damn. Any time Kir wanted one, she was so there.

  "You like that, sweetheart? You want more?"

  She shuddered as Kir pulled her hips down, lapping again at her clit.

  "Now you know one of the reasons I love fucking him. He's so damn delicious."

  The naughty words sent a shudder through her. Logan picked up the pace as he felt it. “You gonna come for me again, sweetheart?"

  She felt it begin again, that slow build up that heralded her orgasm, her whole body clenching and unclenching. Her head dropped to Kir's hip as he suddenly pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked, hard.

  She came screaming, her toes curling, her nails digging into Kir's thighs as she rocked back against Logan.

  "Oh, shit .” Logan moaned and grabbed her hips, thrusting in and out of her so rapidly she was surprised she didn't light on fire.

  "Oh, fuck, yeah, come, Logan."

  Kir's deep voice seemed to send Logan over the edge as he exploded in her still quivering pussy, his deep shout echoing off the walls. The hot, wet warmth of his come bathed her womb.

  Logan's hands landed on either side of her and Kir, his breathing deep and harsh. Kir let her go with one last, soft lick, letting her complete her collapse onto his body.

  "No fair, Kir. That was foul play."

  She could feel Kir smiling against her inner thigh. “I want my turn, remember?"

  Logan snorted. “Shoving your finger up my ass and making me come gets you your turn?” He twisted and collapsed onto the chaise, pulling her with him, so that he cradled her body against him.

  Kir grinned happily and petted Jordan's leg. He looked ready to purr. “I know you. You'd have stayed there all day if I let you."

  "Would I have had any say in this?” Jordan wheezed. She was still trying to catch her breath after three of the most intense orgasms of her life.

  "No."

  "Uh-uh."

  Jordan snorted.

  Kir laughed so hard he fell off the chaise.

  Chapter Eight

  Kir reached over, feeling for Logan and Jordan. Neither one of his lovers were in bed. He wondered if the morning fun had started without him. He grinned and opened his eyes, picturing the two of them together on the chaise in the living room, devouring each other's bodies.

  "Blech!"

  He tilted his head, surprised at the disgust in Jordan's voice. He got up and padded naked out of the bedroom to see what was going on.

  "Just try it. You might like it."

  Oh, curiouser and curiouser. They weren't in the living room. Where, oh where have my lovers gone?

  He was in an incredibly good mood, probably due to the incredibly good sex they'd had the night before.

  He was looking forward to round two (or was that three?) today.

  "And I might like having my legs shaved with a chainsaw, but somehow I doubt it."

  That's coming from the kitchen. He peeked around the edge of the doorway to see Logan holding a tiny cup towards Jordan.

  "C'mon. I think you'll like espresso."

  Jordan put her hands on her hips. “Espresso is just a fancy name for liquid road tar. Can't you fix me something that tastes better? Like puree of two-day-dead skunk?"

  "You have to know what espresso tastes like if you're going to cook with it."

  "Then I won't cook with it."

  "Don't you want to learn how to make things like tiramisu?"

  She looked at Logan like he was very, very stupid. “Haven't you heard of the Italian Market? Hello!

  Bakeries!"

  Logan shook his head and drank the espresso.

  Kir leaned his head on the doorframe and started laughing. Looks like the cooking lessons are back on.

  "What the hell are you laughing at, blondie?"

  Kir walked out of the kitchen, shaking his head. “I'm going to take a shower. Anyone want to join me?"

  "Ooh, hot blond wetness? Count me in!"

  Logan ran past him to the bedroom, shedding clothes as he went.

  "Nah, I'm going to make a pot of coffee and check my email while the laptop is free. Okay?"

  Kir looked back and saw Jordan fiddling with the coffeemaker. “You sure?"

  She looked up and smiled at him lazily. “Yeah. I need my caffeine fix. You two, um, enjoy yourselves.”

  She waggled her eyebrows, her cheeks heating.

  He walked back to her, enjoying the way her eyes roamed down his body to lock on his cock. When she licked her lips he had to stifle a groan. He tilted her face up and leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on her lips. “Are you sure you're okay with all of this?"

  "If you keep asking me I'm going to start wondering if you're okay with all of this."

  His smile was heated as he replied, “I have a redhead waiting in the shower and a brunette waiting for me in the kitchen. Trust me, I'm okay with it."

  "Hmm, tough choice, huh?” She rubbed her cheek against his hand affectionately.

  "Kir! Get your ass in here before I use up all the hot water!"

  Kir rolled his eyes. Jordan laughed and pushed him out of the kitchen. “You'd better hurry up or the hot water won't be the only thing Logan uses up!"

  Kir stopped, turned, and grabbed her hand. “I have an idea.” He dragged her towards the bedroom.

  "So do I, and it involves a coffee mug and Gmail."

  "Trust me, this is better.” He heard Logan splashing in the shower. Perfect . He pulled Jordan in behind him and closed the door. He picked her up and sat her down on the countertop, ignoring her pout. He leaned on the countertop, arms braced on either side of her body. “Choose."

  "Um. Maxwell House?” She grinned up at him weakly.

  He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Choose. Do I suck Logan off, or do I fuck him?"

  He saw her look over his shoulder and turned. Logan was staring at them and slowly stroking his erection.

  She gulped and took a deep breath. Then she leaned in to whisper in his ear. He could feel her body trembling against him and he closed his eyes in gratitude. She was turned on. Her rich, feminine smell and her tiny, tell-tale shivers made him want to lick her all over. “If you fuck him and you both come, who will fuck me?"

  Kir leaned back and matched her grin for grin.

  Logan watched his two loves share identical heated grins, his hand stroking up and down his cock. Yum.

  Looks like Kir wants to play and he's gotten Jordan to go along with it.

  He relaxed back against the shower wall, content for the moment to let his lovers play with him. He'd sneaked out of bed late last night and reinforced the w
ards, just in case Jordan somehow “accidentally”

  wiped them away again. Their home was as safe as he could make it.

  Home.

  His hand paused as Kir entered the shower with him. His free hand tangled in the damp strands of Kir's hair as Kir started nibbling at his neck.

  He saw Jordan begin to remove her clothes, a wicked little smile on her face, and his heart lurched.

  Yes. Home.

  He moaned as Kir sank to his knees in front of him. He felt the wet swipe of Kir's tongue on the underside of his cock and shivered. He kept his eyes on Jordan, watching her reactions, letting her see his. Her skin was flushed, her breath coming faster as she watched Kir pleasure him with his tongue.

  Kir sucked him down, taking him to the root, and the back of Logan's head hit the shower wall with a thump. He kept his eyes open through sheer force of will, wanting to watch Jordan, but it was a damn hard thing to do when Kir's tongue was lashing the head of his cock.

  Kir took him back down his throat again, his eyes closed as he hummed in appreciation. Logan hissed at the added sensation, his hips thrusting forward in an involuntary movement. He pulled back, trying not to

  choke Kir, but Kir pulled on both his hips and swallowed him down as far as he would go.

  "Holy fuck.” Logan wasn't going to last long if Kir kept that up. He looked down to see Kir's heated gaze locked on his face as he pulled back slowly. His tongue felt incredible, his mouth wet and warm. He couldn't help himself; he grabbed the sides of Kir's head and slowly sank between those warm lips. “Are you gonna let me fuck you, babe?"

  Kir shook his head.

  "No?” Logan sank deeper, hitting the back of Kir's throat. “You want me to come in that pretty mouth?"

  Kir nodded.

  Logan turned his head and looked at Jordan through the fall of his wet hair as he slowly fucked Kir's mouth. She was playing with her nipples, staring at where the two men were joined, her eyes glazed with passion.

  Logan grinned. “Jordan?"

  She looked up and licked her lips.

  "What do you want, sweetheart? Both of us, or one of us?"

  "Huh?"

  It was a good thing he had a hold of Kir's head, because Kir stopped moving. Logan didn't. “Should I come in Kir's mouth, or are you up for something different?” And she'd better decide soon, because Kir was engulfing his cock again, all the way ... Damn.

  Jordan bit her lip, her gaze once more caught by the sight of him fucking Kir's mouth. “I want...” She cleared her throat. “I want to watch."

  Logan's grin turned feral as he moved his hands. One went to the back of Kir's head, gathering the wet strands, moving him in a sure rhythm his hips matched.

  The other gestured Jordan closer, and she came, her body moving like a wet dream. He reached out with his free hand and cupped her breast, rolling the nipple between two fingers.

  Kir's fingers stroked past his perineum to stroke his hole, and Logan knew he wasn't going to be allowed to last much longer. He leaned to the side and took Jordan's nipple into his mouth just as Kir's finger entered his anus, fucking into him in sync with his mouth. He bit and nipped gently, enjoying Jordan's gasps. Her hands flew to his head, holding him in place. He matched his sucking to Kir's, moaning around her flesh as Kir found his prostate. He could feel his balls pulling up, the tingling down his spine signaling his impending orgasm.

  When Kir hummed again he lost it, coming in his lover's mouth with a loud groan. He released Jordan's nipple, falling against the shower wall as Kir sucked him dry.

  He collapsed in the tub as his knees gave out. “Shit, babe.” He laughed as Kir bent and gave him one last, long lick, the smug look on his face amusing as hell. He reached out and stroked Kir's cheek. “Love you, babe."

  "Love you, too."

  "I wanna watch you fuck Jordan now."

  Kir looked up at Jordan, the look on his face hotter than any fire Logan had ever started. “My pleasure.” And he stood with a grace and power that had Logan shivering in renewed desire.

  Jordan gulped as Kir slinked out of the shower, hard, hot cock dripping wet from the water and waving menacingly in front of him.

  When he held up one hand and crooked his finger, she nearly ran for it. Some primal instinct inside her told her that this was more than just a fucking from two hot men; this was a claiming, the two of them forever putting their stamp on her.

  Like they didn't do that last night.

  She moved forward like a sleepwalker, knowing that they'd already claimed her whether they knew it or not. She stepped into Kir's open arms, enjoying the feel of him as he wrapped himself around her. “Do your worst, blondie."

  The snort from the shower had her grinning up at Kir, easing the strange tension that had filled her at Kir's command. She looked past Kir to see Logan washing up, his cock already hardening as he ran the washcloth over his body. “Yeah, babe. Do your worst."

  "Oh, I intend to."

  Jordan gasped as Kir picked her up, put her on the counter and entered her in one long, slow thrust. By the time he was fully seated she would swear she could taste him in the back of her throat.

  "Love you,” he whispered against her lips before taking her mouth the way he'd taken her body, slowly and thoroughly.

  She kissed him back, pouring all of her love into it, trying to say without words what she knew he wanted to hear.

  "Fuck!” Kir's mouth lifted from hers with a gasp, his hips stilling in mid-thrust. “Logan, warn me, damn it!"

  "You didn't honestly think you two were going to have all the fun, did you?"

  Kir frowned over his shoulder. Jordan saw Logan, really, really close behind Kir. Kir was quivering, his eyes closing on a sigh as Logan's hips rolled.

  "Logan, are you...?"

  He laughed huskily. “Hot, wet, blond sandwich. Lunchtime."

  Jordan shook her head, her eyes wide. Kir moaned. He opened his eyes and she gasped; the pupils were pure white.

  Logan bit down on Kir's neck and thrust inside him once, twice, as hard as he could, pounding into Kir's ass. The movement pushed Kir into her and she groaned, wrapping her legs as best she could around both men.

  She put one arm around Kir's neck, the other around Logan's, and squeezed her vaginal muscles as hard as she could.

  Kir's eyes nearly crossed and he choked, throwing his head back to land against Logan's shoulder. “Do that again.” His voice deepened the way it had the other day, but this time instead of the instinctive fear she'd felt, tingles worked their way down her spine.

  "Do what?"

  "Both. Either. Fuck me, both of you."

  Logan's gaze locked on her face. He blew her a kiss as flames began flickering in and out in his hair.

  “Our pleasure."

  There wasn't much Jordan could do, pinned to the countertop the way she was, but she did her best.

  She pulled with her legs, tightening her muscles, loving the feel of Kir's cock fucking into her as Logan pounded into him from behind.

  It was the weirdest, hottest thing she'd ever experienced. Logan's hands were on Kir's hips, fingertips digging in, pulling him back, and pushing him forward as he moved in and out, in and out...

  Kir's hands were playing with her breasts, twisting and pulling at her nipples, making them burn with need. Her pussy was clutching at him all on its own now as her arousal hit new heights.

  "Stroke yourself, sweetheart. Come on Kir's cock."

  She nodded at Logan and leaned back, resting on one elbow. She reached down and began stroking her clit, loving the little gasps and moans Kir and Logan made as they watched her.

  Logan's strokes became faster, his thrusts harder. Kir's cock was swelling inside her, his face a study of tormented ecstasy.

  His eyes closed on a groan, and opened again, the inhuman whites, grays, and blues covering them completely. A spring storm. I can see the storm in his eyes. He grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her to him as Logan pushed at him from behind.

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bsp; "Oh, fuck, babe.” Logan groaned and bit down again on Kir's shoulder, his thrusts becoming erratic as he came in his lover's ass.

  Kir's inhumanly beautiful eyes glowed as he gasped, “Come for me."

  Jordan screamed, her whole body clenching around the cock in her pussy, her toes curling, her hands clenching.

  Kir's roar of completion drowned them both out.

  They collapsed together on the bed, too spent to do anything other than pant.

  "Now do you believe me?"

  She looked over Kir's heaving chest at Logan, and frowned. “About what?"

  "We love you."

  Kir watched with sleepy eyes as the two most stubborn people he knew stared at one another over his body. He put an arm around each of them and cuddled them against him. Neither one fought him.

  He smiled, his heart turning over when their hands met on his belly and clasped.

  "Yes. I believe you."

  He waited, somehow knowing what was going to happen. The smile he felt Jordan hiding against his side might have been a big clue.

  " And?” Logan drawled. He felt Logan clutch Jordan's hand a little bit tighter.

  "And what?” Jordan's muffled voice was filled with laughter.

  "Isn't there something you're supposed to say back?"

  She lifted her head from his side with a weary sigh Kir didn't believe for a minute. “Isn't that the woman's line?"

  Logan growled.

  Kir sighed and looked at Logan. “I love you.” Then he looked at Jordan. “And I love you .” He smiled sweetly at Jordan. “See how easy that was?"

  "You know, if I wasn't half-dead from exhaustion, I'd act all coy and ask you guys to prove it again.”

  Her head settled on his shoulder and she yawned. “Haven't even had my caffeine yet, damn it.” Kir felt her grip Logan's hand back. “Makin’ me say I love you's before I've had my coffee. Pains in my ass."

  Kir couldn't keep the grin off his face as he felt Logan collapse next to him in relief. “No, that would be pain in my ass.” He leered down at her smugly. “He'll be a pain in your ass tonight."

  He started laughing when her jaw dropped open, her gaze surreptitiously checking out Logan's flaccid cock. He was still laughing when the two of them got up and headed into the kitchen for Jordan's all-important coffee, shaking their heads at him and grinning like children.