Jane's Wild Weekend

by Delilah Devlin

  Jane didn’t mind that he didn’t have a huge ego. Bruno more than made up for Cord’s lack of confidence with the ladies—and maybe that was the problem. How would any man feel competing with Bruno’s smooth moves?

  Yet Bruno had swept out of the room in a hurry, using a lame excuse to leave the two of them alone. Jane thought maybe Bruno was just a bit off kilter after he’d touched Cord intimately, and Cord had rejected the advance. She was certain that if she’d balked even once with Bruno that he wouldn’t have been set back.

  Jane felt a stillness fall over her, as a moment of clarity broke through her own sex-addled brain to reveal the depth of the game Bruno played. Bruno really wanted Cord. Badly.

  He’d used her to get into bed with Cord.

  Bruno wasn’t in charge of a damn thing. Wasn’t going to let her balk no matter what—he’d bluffed. Oh what a tangled web…

  “Did you change your mind after all?” Cord asked, his voice taut as he rolled the condom down his big cock.

  Jane shook her head absently.

  “Where’d you go?”

  “What?”

  “You drifted off there for a second—not good for a guy’s ego when a girl he’s about to make love to forgets he’s even here.”

  “I was just thinking. Sorry.”

  “You can still change your mind.”

  Funny, just an hour ago she’d been dying to get Bruno into bed. Right now, Cord seemed the perfect guy. Built like a Mac truck and raring to go—and authentic worry in his steady gaze. What woman wouldn’t be flattered at having all that power and desire to please aimed right at her pussy?

  “Cord, Bruno said we should get things started…”

  Cord nearly groaned he was so relieved he hadn’t somehow blown it. Sliding deep into Jane’s sexy body had become an obsession. He braced his hands on either side of her shoulders, lifted his torso off hers, and slowly settled his knees between her thighs. “Put me inside you,” he whispered.

  A soft, thin moan sifted between her lips, and she slowly slipped a hand between their bodies, her fingers gliding between their quivering bellies to wrap around his cock. With their gazes tangling, she pushed him between her folds, pausing to rub the tip against her slick clit then pressed him downward until he prodded her opening.

  Cord groaned and rocked his hips forward, shoving into her silky slit and driving deep.

  Jane’s breath rushed out. Her mouth opened, but no sound escaped. Her knees rose on either side of him, and she tilted her pelvis, giving him a straight shot, giving him permission to stroke deep and hard.

  Cord gritted his teeth, wanting to savor the feel of her wet walls closing around him, wanted to wallow in the gentle convulsions sucking at his cock, pulling him inside. He wanted to be gentle, to get it right, but her hot, wet heat was doing a number on his self-control, and he flexed and stroked deep and sure, his buttocks quickly picking up momentum.

  He held himself above her, the muscles in his arms and backs thickening, defining, as a primal satisfaction, a need to mark and prove ownership, was fulfilled with each steady stroke. Sweat broke on his face and chest, and he dipped down to rub it on her breasts, growling when her nipples stabbed, and she pressed closer.

  Slipping one hand beneath her ass, he gathered her up. He crawled closer on his knees to gain leverage and power then shortened his strokes, banging against the open, soaked cradle of her thighs. The bed creaked, the headboard thudded. The sound only added to his growing excitement.

  “God, Cord, harder…” Jane gritted out, her face flushing a deeper rose, perspiration beading on her upper lip. Her arms swept around him, her hands clutched his back, and her fingernails dug into his skin.

  Cord grunted, shifted his knees again, and pounded, setting the bed rocking forward and back. He didn’t care if he knocked out chunks of drywall, he wasn’t stopping now, couldn’t slow down, couldn’t hold back.

  Her pussy squeezed around him, long, rhythmic caresses that slid along his shaft, buttery cream churned up by the motion of his hips and the steady, quickening thrusts of his cock.

  The bed dipped beside them, and Cord stiffened, pausing mid-stroke to aim a killing glare at Bruno, who smiled and lifted a tube of gel, a short, braided leather flogger, and a blindfold.

  Jane’s desperate gaze swung toward Bruno, and a soft, pained laugh gusted from her thinned lips. “Your timing sucks.” Her hands tightened on Cord’s back for a moment, and then she lay back and let them fall to the mattress beside her as she drew deep, shattered breaths.

  Cord pulled away, angry, frustrated, wanting to curse and throw Bruno out of the room, but his arousal pulsed—a current of sensual curiosity and heightening arousal sweeping through him.

  He didn’t like that Bruno’s return sparked his interest. But he wasn’t going to fight it. Jane lay pliant, sweating, her breath rasping. Bruno’s hot gaze swept her body, lingering on her spiked nipples then clung to the sight of her pussy—wet, opened, white streaks of her honeyed arousal glistening on her parted folds.

  “Really think she needs the blindfold?” Cord growled.

  Bruno’s lips twisted. “No, but you do, buddy.”

  Cord shook his head sharply. Bruno had played his final cards. Cord knew exactly what he planned…how he meant this to fly. But he couldn’t go along with it, couldn’t allow it…no matter how much his cock throbbed. Could he?

  Jane sat up, coming to her knees. Her gaze locked with Bruno’s, and a slow, piquant smile tipped up the corners of her lush mouth. “You are a wicked man.” Her glance came back to Cord. “What if I tell you this would please me? That I wouldn’t think less of you if you allow it to happen? What if I promise you can have me any way you want, if we do this first?”

  “Why would you even want to see it?” Cord asked, his jaws flexing. “Do you like me squirming?”

  “I have to admit I like the thought of seeing you uncomfortable. But I think…what I like even more,” she said slowly, pausing to wet her bottom lip with his pink tongue, “is the idea of you surrendering everything. Letting go…riding it out, even if you’re screaming ‘no’ inside…because I know you’re gonna love it.”

  “How can that be satisfying to you?”

  Her smile was echoed in her gleaming eyes. “I have this burning curiosity.”

  Cord didn’t look at Bruno; he simply held out his hand and let his buddy drape the black strip of silk across his palm. Holding her widening gaze, he took a deep breath then tied the blindfold securely around his head.

  “Remove his condom, Jane. Then we have to let him guess who’s doing what,” Bruno said. “But I want you talking to him, whispering dirty things to him all the while.”

  Something soft pressed against his chest—Jane’s breast snuggled against him, and he drew a deep, trembling breath as she leaned close and rolled off the condom.

  Then her hands smoothed over the corners of his shoulders and something wet licked along his neck. “Lie back,” she whispered in his ear.

  Cord did so, reluctantly, jerkily. He laid back, his hands close to his sides and fisted, his legs together.

  “How am I supposed to kiss your balls if you clench your thighs together?” Jane said softly.

  Cord groaned and slowly parted his legs. Large, hard hands urged them wider. “Jesus.”

  Two sets of hands began to pet him, starting at his shoulders and chest, sweeping over his skin, heating him up as they criss-crossed and smoothed lower, pressing against his shivering abdomen.

  His balls drew closer to his groin, his cock jerked. A moistened fingertip gently swirled over the tip of him, pressing against the slit, taking the fluid leaking from his cock and smearing it around the head.

  “Taste it,” Bruno whispered.

  Cord gritted his teeth, wishing he hadn’t agreed to the blindfold so he could watch Jane lick the moisture smeared on Bruno’s finger.

  “Mmmm.” Jane’s moan caused Cord to suck in a deep breath, and then he gasped when lips surrounded him an
d sank over his cock. But whose?

  The suctioning that followed was strong, forceful… Bruno. Fuck!

  Cord’s knees lifted, and he bucked his hips. But Bruno didn’t come off him. A raspy, choked laugh vibrated against his shaft as Bruno took the sharp jab deep into his throat.

  A small, smooth palm curved around his balls, and a soft, wet tongue lapped along his length as Bruno suctioned and drew off.

  Jane’s hot mouth engulfed him, her tongue laving the sides of his cock as she sank.

  This time his upward thrust was gentler, slower. He didn’t want her coming off him, didn’t want to choke her.

  “Lift your ass,” Bruno rasped.

  Cord hesitated, part of him still resisting, but Jane’s mouth continued to suck him, and he lifted his buttocks off the bed to drive himself against the back of her throat.

  Weight shifted on the mattress, Bruno moved between his legs, and then a mouth opened around his balls and began to gobble at him, cupping them with lips, licking the sac, then tugging—the pulling almost painful, but so delicious he couldn’t get out a word of complaint.

  Jane wrapped her hands around him and pumped him, still suctioning the tip, swallowing more as she pumped upward, stroking downward as she came up. The slight twist she gave his shaft made him groan.

  “Back away, now,” Bruno whispered.

  Cord kept his ass high, hoping they’d continue. When the first fierce slap of leather hit his inner thigh, he thrust up hard. “What the fuck?”

  Another slap landed on the opposite thigh.

  “Watch where that thing lands!”

  “Think I don’t know how to use this?”

  Bruno’s amused voice reminded Cord of the last time they’d used the short whip. Surfer Girl had striped Bruno’s ass, laying the flanged tassels down on the fleshy parts, but slowly working her way between until she’d spanked his balls, and he’d shot into the blankets.

  “Not my thing!” Cord bit out.

  “How do you know?”

  “It’s not my ass your striping.”

  “Roll over and let’s see whether you have a taste for it.”

  “Bruno…” he said, his voice rising in warning.

  “Roll over, Cord,” Jane said. Her soft mouth kissed the tip of him. “Roll over. I promise I won’t let him hurt you.”

  Hurt me? Cord growled, but he jerkily turned, coming up on his hands and knees between them.

  Bruno plied the whip carefully, one side of his ass then the other, warming his skin, but never raising a welt.

  “Not my thing, dammit,” Cord repeated, but this time without conviction. The stinging warmth of his ass had his cock so hard he couldn’t deny he liked it.

  The mattress dipped, and Jane scooted under him, her hair brushing his cock as she slid upside down beneath him, her tongue stroking his length as she dove deeper.

  Cord rose up and pulled her fully beneath him, spreading her thighs with his hands and dipping between them to sink his mouth against her sex.

  Jane’s ass came up off the bed, pressing her pussy hard against him. Cord began to stroke her with his tongue, taking the ripening scent and flavor of her into his nose and mouth, while Bruno resumed snapping the flanges against his ass.

  Cord didn’t resist when Bruno urged his thighs wider apart. His cock was surrounded by a warm, eager mouth. Bruno could do whatever the hell got him off, so long as he didn’t try to stop him feasting on Jane.

  Chapter Four

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  With burning, snapping stings landing between his buttocks, Cord’s balls tightened. The first stroke to land perilously close to his balls had him growling but thrusting his cock deeper into Jane’s throat.

  The slaps halted suddenly. Then hands parted his cheeks.

  Instinctively, Cord tightened his sphincter, but continued to dip his cock into Jane’s suctioning mouth.

  A finger rubbed gel around his tiny hole then teased the opening with shallow circles. “Fuck…fuck…” Cord repeated, his whole body beginning to shudder.

  When the finger dipped inside, he tensed against the burning and pressure, but he didn’t tell Bruno to stop. He couldn’t. The foreign sensation was too damn sinful. Too hot for him to resist.

  He pressed his face into Jane, inhaling her scent, rolling his chin and nose into her juicy cunt while Bruno fucked his finger inside him. And he waited, he held back his orgasm through sheer willpower, because he didn’t want the ride to end. Not yet. Not until he’d satisfied his curiosity about what it would be like to feel Bruno’s cock sliding deep inside his ass.

  Jane’s hips rose and fell. Her legs widening, her thighs straining. Not wanting her release to come before his and call more attention to what was happening, Cord lifted his head, depriving her of sensation.

  He parted her labia and slid two fingers into her moist opening. Her cunt closed around him, sucking him deeper, pulsing hard.

  He held his fingers still, letting her arousal slowly ebb.

  She murmured a complaint around his cock, but couldn’t back away from him, because he’d dipped deeper until he bumped the back of her throat, and her head was forced hard against the mattress.

  Bruno’s mouth pressed kisses on his ass, then he bent lower to tongue the back of his balls as he slid another finger inside and began to rotate his hand to stretch Cord’s opening. “Think you can take me, now?” Bruno whispered harshly.

  “Fuck, no,” Cord breathed, but he forced himself to relax, to open and accept another thick finger pressing deep.

  Bruno’s laughter was low and throaty…wicked. When he dragged away his fingers, Cord felt empty, and his asshole throbbed.

  Thighs snuggled up between his own spread thighs, and the soft, blunt tip of Bruno’s cock nudged into the crease separating his buttocks.

  Cord sucked in a breath between clenched teeth, and then opened his mouth to blow hard as Bruno pushed into him. A thick, hot column slowly breached his asshole, then slid inexorably deeper, pausing to pull back, then thrusting gently forward, deeper again.

  “You okay?” Bruno asked softly.

  Cord grunted, his head hanging between his shoulders, the fingers still shoved deep inside Jane’s pussy remaining still as he concentrated on the new sensations filling his body.

  He’d never been fucked. Never been invaded, never accepted the dominant thrust of another human being. Emotions swirling inside him were a mixture of shame, desire, and a liberating surrender that left him feeling weak, but oddly, not emasculated.

  Bruno held his buttocks in a bruising grip and began to pump in earnest, driving deeper, hooking sharper, until at last, his belly and groin slapped against Cord’s ass.

  Cord’s whole body shuddered deeply, as he welcomed the hard thrusts that rocked him forward and savored the thick rod slamming deep. Was this what Jane felt when she lay beneath a man?

  By the quickening strokes and Bruno’s loud, rasping breaths, Cord knew he was close. Thank God.

  He wasn’t going to last another ten seconds. Bruno’s cock stroked his prostate with his ridged crown; the girth stretching him burned. Cord latched his lips around Jane’s swollen clit and suckled while he thrust three fingers deep into her pussy. Jane’s mouth suctioned, her breathing loud and labored as he crammed himself down her throat.

  Bruno couldn’t believe he was banging Cord’s tight ass. Couldn’t quash the euphoria of the other man’s surrender that excited him every bit as much as the sensations surrounding his cock as he pounded away. He’d dreamed of this, wanted it so goddamn bad. He didn’t feel a single trace of remorse for using Jane to get here.

  Jane was game. A delightful mix of innocence and naughtiness. He’d make sure that both he and Cord rewarded her with the experience of a lifetime. Too bad she wouldn’t be sticking around.

  Cord’s head lowered, his thighs tightened, and Bruno knew exactly what he was feeling. His balls had to be painfully tight and hard, his cock aching, his ass burning.

  The shudder that rac
ked Cord’s body shivered through Bruno, and he bit back a curse that it was ending. He might never know what this felt like again.

  Bruno drew back one last time and pumped forward, slamming deep into hot, tight rapture. Cord’s muffled shout rang out just a moment before Bruno’s balls exploded and streams of come jetted inside Cord’s ass.

  As he came down, he slowed his strokes, savoring the last rhythmic constrictions of Cord’s virgin hole.

  Cord laid his head on one of Jane’s splayed thighs and dragged in great gulps of air. Jane’s hands shoved at Cord, and he lifted his hips.

  Reluctantly, Bruno withdrew to allow Cord to pull his cock from her mouth. Cord fell to the side of Jane, his forearm covering his eyes.

  Bruno sat back on his haunches, his hands braced on his thighs. His gaze went to Jane whose hands clasped her own breasts, as if to give herself comfort. Her eyes were closed tight, her breaths ragged rasps.

  Not good. Both his partners couldn’t meet his gaze. He backed off the bed and headed to the bathroom. Had he pushed them both too far? Had Jane been repulsed, strangled by Cord’s cock as he’d lost control? Neither man had followed through with the implicit promise he’d made to see to her pleasure. Not at the last.

  Standing with his cock draped over the edge of the sink, he glared at himself in the mirror. He’d been selfish—seeking his own end. For what? A momentary ecstasy that might spell the end of a long friendship. As he washed himself, he fought the dread growing stronger inside him. What the fuck had he done?

  Cord waited until the sound of running water began, before he pulled his arm away from his eyes and reached for Jane. He turned himself around and lay down on his belly beside her, leaning up on his elbows. “Jane? Are you all right?”

  Her eyes blinked open, and she turned her head toward him. “I’m fine. How about you?”

  Cord shrugged, not really wanting to talk about it. “I swear that’s never happened before.”