I blink up at him, wanting to shake my head, so worried I won’t be a great mom.
“You’ll be a super mom,” he says calmly, reassuringly.
“Yeah,” Jay adds. “You’ll be one of the best.”
I want to ask them how they know such a thing. But they don’t. No one knows the future. But they’re trying so hard to put my mind at ease. For that I could kiss them. Kiss both of them. Until I stop feeling like I need to cry.
I swallow and take a step back to lean against the wall. H follows. He’s got a hand by my head. He’s caging me to this spot. And I don’t mind. His other hand catches my waist.
“Are we…?”
I look up, wondering if he’s going to finish his question. But he’s just staring at me, his brows furrowing, like he’s confused and maybe happy too. He’s giving me this slight smile. It wrinkles the skin around his eyes and I like that so much.
“Yeah,” Jay says, moving in close too, smiling at me. “I think we are.”
When I look back at H, he’s leaning his head down. He’s kissing me faster than I can think. Only, my body catches on to what he’s doing and instantly kisses him back. As I’m putting my arms around his neck, he grips at my waist more. Then he’s spinning me away from the wall, but I meet another one at my back. H pushes me into Jay, whose hands instantly cradle my hips, pulling me closer. Jay starts kissing down my neck then H’s tongue is in my mouth.
What are we? I want to ask. But I don’t. I won’t. Not now.
You know what’s one of the most idiotic ironic things of living? If you’ve ever wanted something, craved it, fantasized about it nearly all your life, like I have with wanting to be loved and accepted, and when you’re looking at actually getting what you want, well, life seems a tad terrifying.
It’s like when I first began taking pictures professionally. I did this weird thing where I couldn’t take it seriously. Sure, I followed orders and went to the locations asked of me, but I didn’t take the money or the responsibilities seriously. I just floated along from one amazing job to the next. I loved what I did. But then, suddenly, after I saw that woman in Japan get attacked, I couldn’t keep floating along. Now, I want to take my job seriously. I want the money and responsibility. But I can’t find a job. No one is asking me to go to Timbuktu to capture a tree. Or even asking for me to take their graduation picture.
And I’m terrified of H and Jay. They offer so much. So much I can’t even articulate in my thoughts, too scared if I do, then it might come true. Or worse, it might not.
Or are they offering anything?
H slowly climbs my body with his hands. It’s like he’s memorizing my shape and that makes my heart flutter anew. His tongue is stroking me, taking me deeper. Jay’s lifting my hair and kissing the nape of my neck, a place that makes me moan with how much I love being touched there. Then H cups both of my breasts. I moan again. He’s caressing and more gentle than usual. But he is pushing things. His erection is pressing against my stomach. Jay’s is at the low of my back.
I shouldn’t, but I let go of my worries, my fear.
Maybe I would be a better woman if I told them we needed to figure out every last detail of what the hell’s going on. But I don’t want too. I’m not sure what I’d do if they told me. I’m so scared of what’s going to happen next.
And so happy too.
“Tell me something,” Jay whispers. He’s nipping my earlobe and rubbing his two-day beard against the sensitive flesh of my neck. “What did she taste like?”
I’m a little surprised the question isn’t aimed at me, but at H. However, H takes it in stride.
“Like sugar.” H kisses me quickly, then a little slower, saying against my lips, “So sweet. So good. And when you came…” He groans as he looks down at me, rolling his thumbs over my nipples.
“Fuck.” Jay bites my lobe a little more fiercely than before, making me sip in a breath. “I have to taste you, Dee.”
“Bed,” H says.
Somehow Jay knows what this means, and we’re shuffling toward my bedroom. I’m sandwiched between them, and as scared as I am about what this means, about taking this step, my body is boiling with too-hot blood. I need to have sex. I need it so bad I’d beg for it. I’d forget my pride and get on my knees and plead. I need to feel a cock inside me, pushing and pulling, building that friction that I love so much.
Only, I know with H and Jay everything I feel is intensified. I came from H kissing my clit. I nearly came before he even touched me. I’m a little worried my body might implode.
On the way to the bed, Jay moved in front of me, smiling, huffing for air, his huge chest distracting me from my thoughts.
He caresses my cheek. “I—I read that having sex is really good for a pregnancy.”
There’s a slight line between his brows. Could he be as worried about having sex as I am?
“I read that too.” I reach up and kiss him quickly on his lips. “Really good for me.”
“I want to make it so damned good for you.” Jay licks his lips, like he’s savoring my taste on him. God, that’s such a turn on as well as what he just said.
“I want to make it so damned good for you too.” Then I look over my shoulder. H has my ass and keeps scooting me closer to the bed. “And for you.”
H smiles. “Honey, you make everything good. You don’t have to worry about me, sweetheart. You brought me back to life. You make everything so fucking good.”
I twist more to kiss him, groaning when our lips touch. He’s such a sweet man. They both are. And I’m going to have sex with them. The apex of my legs is liquid already, I feel how open I am for them, how much I want to be touched.
H caresses up my body once more, massaging my breasts, but then Jay inserts one of his thighs between mine. The second his firm leg bumps against my clit, I grind against him. As I’m rocking against Jay, I feel H’s erection more, pressed against my back. Then H bends his knees. God, I love seeing his big knees on the outside of my legs, and his erection is against my ass. Every time I move against Jay, I’m also moving against H. And it’s good.
“Can I take your shirt off?” Jay whispers.
“Yes.” I struggle for breath and that one word.
H lifts my arms and Jay wisps my shirt off in a quick move. Jay moans as he looks down at me. He takes his thigh away from my sex, smiling at me then lowering down to his knees. Kneeling, he’s tall enough to reach up and kiss between my breasts, cupping them, caressing them. H’s hand moves to my stomach then down. He doesn’t take his time. He just inserts his fingers between my thighs, and it was what I needed. Without Jay’s thigh there, I felt the sting of desire, needing to be touched so badly I was going to—I don’t know—mewl. But with H’s hand rubbing me, centering on my clit, I no longer feel the need to whimper.
I buck against H’s hand.
“Yeah, baby, like that.” H whispers. “I like that.”
I push and pull against H’s hand, while his erection is straining against me from behind. Then I’m frantic. I tear at H’s t-shirt, trying in a clumsy way to remove it. Jay’s too. After much too long, the men help me remove their shirts.
I moan as I touch Jay’s hairless chest and feel H’s soft chest hair against my back. One of my hands plays with Jay’s chainmail and a Celtic knot tying the armor on his shoulder into place. While I’m distracted with Jay’s designs, H pulls my jean’s top button through the hole. He unzips me and leaves my sex to slide under my panties.
“Oh,” I moan and rock my head back as H’s deft fingers find my folds. He zeroes in on my clitoris. “H…yes, there. Oh, there…”
I’m bending at an odd angle, I realize. Sticking my ass out, folding forward for Jay to fondle my breasts. It’s in this position that I finally feel H’s cock against my pussy.
“You like that, Dee, sweetheart?” H asks, his breath on my neck, his long whiskers whispering against me, everything causing such sweet havoc internally.
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Take your pants off too,” I order.
“Yes, ma’am.” Jay chuckles.
“And I want your pants off also.” I glance over my shoulder at H. He kisses me. It’s rough and rushed and so good.
Giving himself a little room, he unbuttons his jeans, then unzips himself. As Jay’s taking my pants and panties off, I slide my hands behind me, feeling the bare skin of H, how toned his thighs are. His cock is touching my backside. His long, pink cock that I ache to see, but can’t.
Jay helps me take one pant leg off, then the other, while I feel H up, up, and up. There’s what I wanted to find. With one hand I hold the base of his length. He groans and kisses my neck.
Then he moans as if he’s hurting.
I stop touching him. “What’d I do?”
He squeezes my hips. “Just a sec.” Then he’s racing from the room, pulling up his jeans as he hurries. Ah, but I did see a good portion of that ass. My, oh my. H is so damned perfect. That butt of his is high and pert and carved from marble, I’m pretty sure. And over the hard muscles is this beautiful layer of golden skin.
But still I look down at Jay, wondering what’s going on. “Did I do something wrong?”
Jay takes about three seconds to look up at me. He’d been staring at my sex. His nostrils are flaring. His usually bright blue eyes are dark. The pupils almost as big as his irises.
“What?” His voice cracks.
I smile, cocking my hips to the side. “Just wondering why H left. But, ah, you like what you see, big guy?”
He looks down again between my thighs. “I want my face between your legs. I want to taste you. And right now I don’t care if H went to the moon, honey. I just want you.” Then he grabs me by my hips, scooting me back until I bump into the bed and sit on it.
I’m giggling, but Jay’s not. Still kneeling, he opens my legs. And I quit laughing. He moans just looking at me. Which makes me bite my lip, makes me wonder if I’m so wet it’s showing.
He kisses one knee then the other. Tunneling my fingers through his dark brown hair, I coax him closer, closer. He’s kissing and raking his teeth against the skin of my inner thighs, staring at my pussy. Finally, he’s so close that I almost sigh, relieved. But, god, is he ever dragging this out. He’s kissing the very top of my thigh, his hands opening my legs further. Then he stops, centering his face with my sex. He’s breathing on me, and I accidentally pull his hair, my need for him so strong.
“I’m sorry—” But my apology is cut off when he licks my clit.
I can feel him smiling against me as I moan and whimper for him to keep licking me. The man will kill me. I’m so impatient. I want to build more of that sweet, aching tension of sex. I want to build it and build it and build it until I come. But he’s not letting me. He’s nuzzling against my sex.
“You taste so fucking good.” His voice is a low growl. “I’m going to have my face here forever.”
“O-okay.”
He chuckles and I throw my head back, the reverberations of his laugh tickling my clit. Then he licks me again. And again. I have to let his hair go, too scared I’ll claw it out, and hold my shaking arms behind me on the bed. Jay stops to finger around my opening, making me groan again.
Then I hear H’s soft chuckle. Glancing up, I see him smiling at me. He’s breathing fast, and I love seeing his wide chest moving up and down. Up and down.
“I love watching you, sweetheart.” He walks a little closer, a box of condoms in his hand as well as a bottle of lubricant. “God, you are sexy.”
I point with a tilt of my head at the box. “Where did you get that?”
“Mammoth,” Jay answers and smiles up at me from between my legs. “After the shower, and after I Googled if having sex with you would be okay, then we got some stuff.”
I laugh, to which Jay licks my clit, effectively shutting the giggle down.
“So responsive,” he whispers. “God, I love that.”
“Take your bra off, Dee,” H orders.
I shake my head. “Not until you take your pants off. And that goes double for you.” I glance down at Jay. He pushes his nose against my clitoris and I catch my breath again.
“Yes, ma’am.” They echo each other.
I was going to laugh, but Jay licks my clit while he removes his pants. I have to close my eyes, the feeling too intense to do anything else. After a few moments, Jay finally eases his labors, letting me breathe and open my lids. Looking down between my legs, I’m so, so wet when I see how hard Jay is. His cock is straining up.
“T-touch yourself,” I gasp. “Both of you, touch yourselves.”
H flings the box and bottle on the bed, then slides a hand on his hip. He’s being coy, and I love it. But I hear Jay beginning to stroke himself. That slap-slap sound unmistakable. I love that noise.
“Please,” I beg H.
He smiles and wraps his hand around his long cock. Then Jay inserts a finger in me.
“Oh god,” I scream.
H slowly strokes himself up and down, circling around the head a couple times. When a droplet of moisture seeps out, I make an odd mewling noise, so aroused, so hot, just molten liquid for him, for Jay. H rubs the moisture around his head, then takes a massive, shaky breath.
“I—I want to be inside you.” H’s voice is quiet and low.
“I want that too.”
“Sit on the bed, H,” Jay says, giving me reprieve from his ministrations.
I sag, feeling my body loosen slightly. But H is beside me within a second, looking at me, smiling.
“Are you okay?” I ask because something odd is flashing through his eyes.
He nods. “You?”
I begin to smile, wondering what that expression of his is all about, when he kisses me.
While H and I are kissing, Jay says, “Dee sit on H.”
H has my hips as I shakily stand, following Jay’s command.
“Jay, bro, you sure you never did this before?” H asks, as I sit on one of his thighs, between his legs.
Jay’s wiping his beard, putting a finger in his mouth and tasting me. He smiles wickedly while he shakes his head. “Never did this before. But I’m not done with Dee. With her on you, I can finish.” Then he frowns at my body on H’s. “This might take more communication than I thought.”
H soothes a hand up my arm, then gently palms my cheek, pulling me to look at him.
“I want you so much, Dee.”
“I want you too.”
“I want to be inside you.”
“Me too.”
He pauses, though, as if unsure of himself. After swallowing, he says quietly, “You ever…not vaginally…not…”
I love the fact that he’s stumbling over words, seemingly shy. I nod. “I’ve had anal sex before.”
“You like it?”
“I loved it.”
He sighs then kisses me. “Then…can I…?”
“Yes,” I giggle. “Yes, please.”
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“Oh, but I can’t.” H caresses up my other arm then cups both my breasts. “Because you, Miss Sassy Pants, haven’t taken off your bra when I asked you to.”
I lean closer and kiss him, softly chuckling. As we’re mouth-to-mouth, I unfasten my bra. H helps me remove it completely, throwing it somewhere in the room. And Jay moans. When H cups both of my bare breasts again, Jay spreads my legs and licks my clit in hurried sweeps. Soon, he’s coaxing my orgasm near.
“Is Jay going to make you come?” H asks.
“Yes,” I huff.
Then Jay, the fiend, stops.
I growl, looking down at him. He’s just chuckling and shaking his head.
“I can’t have you come. Not just yet.” He circles around my opening with one of his fingers. “I have plans for you, honey.”
“Planning to drive me crazy?”
“Crazy with desire.” Then he leans forward and licks inside me. The penetration of his so
ft tongue, the way he can move it, makes it so I can’t help but lean against H.
H rolls my nipples with his thumbs and fingers, gently pinching them. Then Jay begins to thrust his tongue in and out of me. Somehow H picks up the new pace and mimics it, gently squeezing my breasts.
“Oh, oh, god,”
H places one hand on my hip, gently moving me. “I want to be inside you now, sweetheart.”
“Yes,” I cry.
Jay moves to my clit, circling around it and over it. I can only close my eyes and let go. Vaguely, I know my legs are spread wide over H’s. I’m aware of how he’s moving me, how I hear the rip of foil, then plastic squeaky sounds of a condom being pushed on. Something warm and wet is on my tight back opening. And then something is pushed inside me.
I moan even more, pleasure spearing through me. But barely an inch inside me, H has stopped. I think he’s trying to gauge if I’m all right.
I don’t have much room for maneuvering, especially since Jay keeps licking me, keeping me in place. My legs are spread so wide I can’t move much on my own, but I try to push back onto H. He hisses. Both his hands are on my hips, and he pushes himself a little deeper. A little deeper. And a little deeper. He takes his time, letting me adjust to him. He’s slow and he’s making sure I like everything he’s doing. My orgasm begins to build, making my stomach muscles clench.
Then, the devil of a man, Jay, pauses yet again.
“Fuck,” I whimper. “You’re going to kill me, Jay.”
Except, I feel H. He’s inside me. Somehow we got through the awkward beginning of anal sex, the part where I’m not sure if it’s really such a good idea, and I’m pretty certain I never want to do it again. But then—wham!—everything feels better than normal. Everything’s augmented with anal sex. My clit is more sensitive. My pussy is aching to be filled. My breasts need to be touched. Everything is so much better. And so much worse, because I want it all.
I push against H, moaning. “So good, honey. I need more.”
H is pushing me up and down his long cock, slowly, gently. He’s usually my rough one, but he’s so tender right now. How sweet and considerate he’s being makes my heart squeeze. God, I could love him. I might already, which is idiotic, I know.
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