by Mia Ashlinn
Cade unsnapped Gray’s jeans then lowered the zipper and parted the material. With a lick of his lips, Cade pulled Gray’s engorged cock out of his pants and guided it to his mouth. He sucked the head of Gray’s dick inside, twirling his tongue around it.
Gray groaned as Cade’s teeth grazed the sensitive skin. “I thought you were hungry, damn it.”
Cade smiled around Gray’s cock and nodded his head.
“Well, so am I,” Gray ground out in frustration. He pushed his painfully hard cock all the way into Cade’s sweltering mouth slowly, inch by fucking inch, until the head pressed against the soft spot at the back of his throat. Gray grabbed Cade’s head in a firm grip, denying him any movement. He pulled out of Cade’s wet mouth then slid back in.
Cade cupped Gray’s balls and rolled them in one hand while his other hand dropped between his own legs to palm his jean-covered cock. He moaned around Gray’s dick, the vibrations driving Gray closer to the edge.
Blood pounded through Gray’s veins, racing through his body and heading straight for his throbbing cock. His hips turned into pistons, allowing him to plunge faster and deeper, his thrusts becoming more forceful. He face fucked his lover ruthlessly until his dick swelled, nearly doubling in size. A tingle ran down his spine and his balls drew up, ready for an explosive release.
“Oh, hell,” Jaycee gasped from the doorway with a mischievous smile. She dropped a bag of groceries on the tile and sauntered toward them, her hips swaying seductively with each step she took.
Jaycee touched Gray’s bicep, coasting her hand up his arm to his shoulder. She moved in behind his chair and leaned down, kissing the side of his neck sweetly. She slid her hands over his shoulders and down the front of his chest, kneading his muscles as she went.
Nibbling Gray’s flesh, Jaycee made a pathway to his ear. “It’s fucking hot to watch Cade suck your cock. It makes me so damn horny,” she whispered sultrily, pausing long enough to lick the shell of his ear with her soft tongue. “If one of you touched my pussy right now, I would come fast and hard—like Cade is about to make you.”
Gray groaned and gripped Cade’s reddish-colored hair tightly in his fist, using the strands to angle his head back. His hips surged forward burying his cock deep inside Cade’s mouth and he came with a shout as his body jerked. His cum burst from his dick, flooding Cade’s sexy mouth.
Cade closed his forest-green eyes and licked his lips. “Mmmm.”
Blowing in Gray’s ear, Jaycee murmured, “He loves your cum, Gray. It tastes so fucking good.” She grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. “I love the way it feels in my mouth.”
Gray turned his head and kissed Jaycee quickly but hungrily. Ripping his defiant lips from hers, he growled, “You’re so spanked.”
Jaycee grinned wickedly and said, “You’re so fucked.”
Gray shook his head in amusement, pulling his softened cock from Cade’s mouth. He bent over and kissed Cade, tasting the mixture of his cum with the natural flavor of Cade’s mouth. He covered Cade’s hand with his own, grinding the palm against the hard ridge of Cade’s cock.
“Fuck.” Cade hissed and shuddered as he orgasmed, his cum wetting the front of his jeans.
Jaycee strolled around the chair, glancing at Gray’s already-rebounding cock then the damp spot on Cade’s jeans. “My turn, boys,” she purred and stripped off her clothes.
Gray and Cade got to their feet, tearing at their clothes until they were naked and aroused.
A very nude, very sexy Jaycee swept all the cups and plates on the table onto the floor then crawled on top of it. Turning, she faced them and opened her legs.
“See how wet I am for you two?” She sighed, dipping her finger into her cunt then pulling it right back out. She held her hand up where they could see her wet finger perfectly.
“Jaycee Elizabeth,” Gray growled, advancing on her.
Cade moved around the other side and climbed onto the table behind her. He brushed her hair aside, his lips descending to the curve of her neck. Pressing small kisses to her skin, Cade’s arms snaked around her chest, and he palmed her breasts.
She arched her back with a moan. “Cade.”
Gray closed in on her, capturing her wrist and pulling it toward his awaiting mouth. Without taking his eyes off her face, he licked her juices off her finger, one swipe at a time.
She whimpered, her eyes locked to his lips. “Gray.”
“We’re hungry, sweetheart,” Gray told her, watching as her eyes widened. “Feed us.”
Instead of letting her ask, he led her hand between her gorgeous legs and placed it on her pussy. “Fuck yourself,” he ordered gruffly. “We want you for dessert.”
Cade lifted up, looking over her shoulder, without releasing her breasts from his hands. “I love dessert, darlin’.”
Jaycee leaned back into Cade with a sigh and shoved two fingers inside her saturated cunt. Thrusting her hand in and out, she finger fucked herself urgently.
Within seconds, her body tightened up and her eyes closed, concentration etched on her face.
“Stop,” Gray commanded gutturally.
Immediately, she stopped and opened her eyes slowly, revealing the lusty blue depths. “I was so fucking close, Gray.”
“Just a minute, sweetheart,” Gray whispered soothingly. “Give me your hand.”
She held her hand out to him, and he clasped it with a smile, moving it to her shoulder. He and Cade lowered their mouths, each of them sucking one finger inside. At the same time, Gray plunged three fingers inside her slick pussy.
Jaycee screamed.
* * * *
A raging Cade stormed into the barn, interrupting his fantasy. “Grayson Allen Blakemore,” Cade yelled. “Where the fucking hell are you?”
Dropping the bale of hay, Gray wiped away the sweat trickling down the side of his face from his afternoon exertion and his sizzling fantasy. “Over here!”
A wild-eyed Cade rounded the corner, barreling into Gray as he left the stall. They scrambled around, barely managing to remain upright.
“Good God, Cade. What the hell is wrong with you? Have you lost your fucking mind?”
“Oh no, I haven’t. However, I cannot say the same for our little lady.”
Bloody hell.
* * * *
With all her plans in place and a bounce in her step, Jaycee sauntered into Gray and Cade’s house as though she owned it. “Gray! Cade! Where are you?” She walked down the hallway, peering into the rooms as she passed. “I got some delicious news from Destiny! Get those fine asses down here! This very second.”
Hearing the sound of footsteps stomping down the stairs behind her, Jaycee made her way into the kitchen and opened the fridge. She pulled out a soda, popped the lid, and sucked it down in a couple of gulps while she waited for the slowpokes to join her.
She tossed her can into the trash can on the other side of the room. Score!
For the first time since entering the kitchen, she really looked around. Immediately she noticed three very odd things. There was glass underneath a now-broken window, a dented toaster on the table, and a fist-size hole in the wall.
Oh, shit.
Cade was through the door first, crossing the room and sweeping her into his arms in a couple of long strides. He kissed her thoroughly, leaving her breathless. When he pulled away, she thought he was done. But he wasn’t.
Cade hefted her up onto the countertop, spread her legs, and pressed his cock against her. Other than two layers of jeans, they had no barriers. Today, she didn’t want anything to hinder them, so she had chosen to forgo her treasured thongs.
The thought of Cade’s cock so close to her pussy had her tingling, ready for more. His hands cupped her ass, pulling her cunt toward his bulging cock. Using those large, masterful hands, he ground her crotch against his.
Wantonly, she twisted, hoping he would increase the pressure of his erotic massage. “Cade, please. More, I need more.”
Needing
increased traction, her hands sought his nicely molded ass. The firm yet soft flesh would make the perfect place to grab onto and hold on for dear life. She managed to wind her arms around his waist before Gray walked up behind them and halted their descent. He grasped each hand and guided them to Cade’s lean hips with a look that told her to keep them glued to that spot. Letting go of her hands, he mimicked her hold on Cade by latching onto her hips in the same general area.
Gray used his body as a press. Shifting his weight forward, he pushed Cade toward Jaycee, but used his hands to pull Jaycee toward Cade, smashing all their bodies together tightly.
Watching Gray avidly, she saw him drop his head to the left of Cade’s thick neck and place an affectionate kiss. Cade’s erection swelled, causing an immediate reaction from her body. Lust swamped her, her juices saturating the fabric at the crotch of her pants. Instead of being embarrassed, she desperately hoped that Cade could feel the moisture, could feel how much she desired them.
Gray kissed Cade on his neck again, but this kiss had evolved. No longer loving, this was carnality at its finest. He opened his mouth wide, his tongue emerging from the dark cave where it had been hiding. Using the flat of his tongue, Gray licked Cade’s neck as though he was tasting his skin, making Jaycee think of someone eating an ice-cream cone on a sizzling summer day.
God, it was getting hot in here. She was probably going to need that ice cream when they were through with her.
A shudder ran through Cade’s body, the movement a jolt to her body as his cock bumped her pussy. Gray’s tongue continued to sample on Cade’s skin, moving upward to his ear and taking the sensitive lobe into his mouth. With a vigorous suck and a light nip, Gray whispered sensuously, “She wants more, Cade. Give her more.”
As soon as the provocative words crossed his lips, Gray’s hands manipulated the movement of Cade’s hips, swiveling and gyrating, the motion giving her too much of the traction she’d previously craved, scraping and rasping the fabric against her pussy. “No more! Please, stop. I can’t take it!”
Gray whispered into Cade’s ear, “I think our lady is telling us how to fuck her. We can’t have that. Give her more.”
The movements grew more severe, more frantic. They were trying to drive her mad and doing a damn fine job. Throwing her head back, she moaned fervently.
Cade used her lusty action to lean forward and trace small circles from the hollow at the base of her neck to the tip of her chin. The sound of little kisses against skin told her that Gray hadn’t stopped his oral torment on Cade.
Hearing a rap at the front door, they all froze.
Shit. Shit. Shit. She’d forgotten about the plan in the passion of the moment. Apparently, Ethan wasn’t one to be forgotten. He was reminding her of his presence. The impatient pain-in-the-ever-loving-ass man had probably gotten tired of waiting in the barn, where she’d been hiding him.
Cade reacted faster than she or Gray, demanding, “Who the fuck could be bothering us right now?”
“Just a minute,” she called out as loud-voiced as she could over the lump in her throat.
“I’ll get rid of whoever it is,” Gray said darkly.
Hoping to stop the madness that gripped the men in the room, she intervened, “Oh, no! I forgot all about Ethan. He’s a friend of Katie-Anne’s that I invited over for dinner.”
Gray pinned her with a stare that had her squirming nervously. “Why the hell would you invite a friend of Katie-Anne’s over?”
“Well, it’s a long story,” she said evasively, her heart pounding against her rib cage.
Gray released her, removing his weight from Cade so that they weren’t delightfully crushed against each other. “Cade, go let in this Nathan person. It seems like I need to have a quick talk with Jaycee.”
Cade followed Gray’s order, walking out of the room quickly and quietly.
“Ethan,” she stressed, “is important to me. He’s going to be to you and Cade, too.”
Gray arched his eyebrows, commanding her to continue her explanation without having to talk. The fact that he wasn’t talking was rather horrifying. When Gray reached peak levels of anger, he didn’t speak. He enlisted his body language to communicate. A sense of foreboding settled over her chest, heavily bearing down on her.
“I called Destiny Isgood, this psychic that I know, to thank her for something. She had a prediction for me. Well, for us.” Jaycee rambled and stammered from her nervousness. “She, um, said that our trio wasn’t going to be a trio for much longer. According to her, we were, um, meant to be a quad. Katie-Anne’s friend, Ethan, fit the description she gave me, and he is a new person that, uh, entered my life. I thought that he could come over and get to know the three of us.”
From his stormy eyes to his thunderous expression, she could tell this wasn’t going to be pretty.
Cade charged into the kitchen, the clunk of his boots against the tiles the only sound in the room. He stopped abruptly next to Gray. “What’s the story with Ethan?”
“She thinks that the four of us are all going to fall madly, passionately in love and live happily ever after.” Gray spat the words like a person expelling something vile from their mouth.
“She does, does she?” Cade asked, clapping Gray on the back with the look of a horny man. His voice dropped a couple octaves, sounding erotic. “Well, she did a fucking fine job picking that cowboy.”
Sucking in a breath, Jaycee looked around frantically for an object to beat Cade with. The motherfucker was interested in Ethan. She was going to thump him so hard he would forget his own name, and Ethan’s right along with it.
Gray eyed Cade curiously, his eyes running from the top of his reddish hair down to his crotch. The hard-on straining for freedom caught his eye, and he paused. “Hmmmm, I think that I want to meet this Ethan.”
Now he fucking remembered Ethan’s name. Her frantic search for a weapon resumed. If she was going to beat on Cade, she might as well whack Gray, too.
“I’ve never known you to get hot by another man, Cade. Maybe this psychic is right.”
Neither man acknowledged her. They left her sitting on the kitchen counter, confused and fit to be tied.
Chapter 19
Gray was on the warpath. He stalked down the hallway that led to their living room furiously, cursing under his breath.
The little menace was really going to go through with her plan. Well, she had another thing coming. If she wanted to play, he and Cade were going to play, too. And they would win. Then they would show her exactly who her bosses were.
Entering the living room, Gray saw the man Jaycee was using in her twisted game. Cade was right. This man was good-looking, if he was into the pretty-boy look. He would really hate to have to rearrange his face. It would be a shame for the man to have to suffer through several plastic surgeries to have his face repaired.
The man stood up, his cockiness evident in the way he held himself, the way he moved. “Hi. I’ve heard so many wonderful things about you from Jaycee.” He extended his hand first to Cade, who shook it with a sinful smile. Then, he reached for Gray.
Even though he was trying to play along, he really didn’t want to touch this asshole. Staring at his hand, Gray debated whether it was really worth it to play this silly game when he would much prefer teaching her a lesson with a couple of firm hands and two hard cocks.
If he thought for one second that his method would teach her a lesson, he would throw her over his shoulder and run for the steps, but he knew better. The only way to show her was to trap her in her own little game. Grabbing Ethan’s hand, Gray shook it, feigning interest in the man.
Gray forced his lids to lower like a man with sex on his mind. Using thoughts of Cade and Jaycee to arouse him, his cock stiffened.
Jaycee finally joined them. He couldn’t see her from where he was standing, but he could feel it. Ethan noticed her, too. Gray saw his eyes light up. If Cade hadn’t grabbed his hand, Gray would have slugged the asshole who had the nerve to come
into their house and stare at their woman with lust-filled eyes.
Cade guided Gray to the couch with their linked hands. He pulled Gray into a sitting position on the sofa next to him then slung his arm over the back.
Ethan walked over to the love seat and sank down comfortably. “Come on over here, J,” he said with a pat on the cushion.
An involuntary growl formed at the back of Gray’s throat. Cade, who had anticipated his action, covertly hit him in the back of the head with his palm. Trying to cover his faux pas, Gray coughed.
Jaycee sat down by Ethan on the love seat, sitting closer than was appropriate for a taken woman, but Gray managed to maintain his cool. He didn’t even bat an eyelash at them when Ethan put his arm around Jaycee and she smiled up at the larger man with wanton desire flaring in her blue eyes. She better be thinking about him and Cade, or she was going to regret that look later.
“So,” Jaycee started, fidgeting in her seat. Maybe he wasn’t hiding his hostility as well as he’d hoped. “Here we are.”
“This is mighty awkward,” Ethan stated bluntly. “Jaycee told me all about the psychic woman, but I’m not sold on this whole arrangement. Don’t get me wrong here. I’m all for fucking the three of you, but I have two partners myself. I just don’t know if I can fuck without them. It wouldn’t be right.”
Gray wanted to pump his fist in the air. Their Jaycee would never allow five men to fuck her, not even in a faraway fantasy land. She wasn’t going to participate in a game with this set of rules. He was sure of it.
Gray’s jaw hit the floor when Jaycee giggled delightedly at Ethan’s suggestion, saying, “The more, the merrier, Ethan.”
Cade’s hand clamped down on his neck like a mama cat grasping her kitten’s scruff, calling for his submission. He moved closer to Gray and whispered in his ear, “She’s playing with you. Look, she is watching you, not pretty boy.”
