Jessie shivered, wanting that for herself. She wanted to touch that woman, to taste her, but she also wanted to be that woman. Jessie almost got her wish as she felt Jax coming up behind her, his naked body pressed up to her. She felt his hard cock sliding between the globes of her ass, and then he moved, pushing her thighs apart so that he could slide his tongue into her delicate labia, seeking out her clit.
Jax’s tongue found her clit at the same time Liam pushed into her mouth, filling her with his taste, his silken feel. Jessie sucked in air, causing her cheeks to hollow out against him and the game was on. Jax was an eager lover and Liam a willing one. Jessie was both.
Jax used everything he could to please Jessie, all of his fingers from one hand teased her wet slit while the other hand teased her nipples, causing her to press back against him. She didn’t lose sight of what she was doing however as Liam began to thrust into her mouth, his will to hold back losing out to Jessie’s talented tongue. Her right hand gripped him, her left one bracing her against the couch.
When her orgasm came she trembled, her entire body going into spasm as Jax’s tongue worked at her clit. She felt the emptiness of her pussy and needed it filled. Jax seemed to know that and her nose touched Liam’s pubic bone as Jax thrust into her, pushing Liam deeper down her throat. Jessie loved it.
Jax moved behind her, controlling his movements until he saw that she was losing herself once more, her hand the only thing working on Liam now. Jax pulled her up then and pushed her to a pallet on the floor, Liam quickly following to tongue at her nipples while his fingers sought out her clit once more. Jessie’s eyes popped open as Jax’s mouth descended on the other one. Her eyes met the woman’s upstairs, the woman whose face was buried in another woman’s mound as a man thrust into her from behind. Their eyes locked and Jessie saw the other woman’s flare of desire. She wanted Jessie next and Jessie knew it.
But for now she was lost to twin pleasures of Jax and Liam and she thrust out her hand, seeking Liam’s cock once more. When Jessie came Jax was buried deep inside of her, her body grasping around him in pleasure. It was so much better to come with him inside of her. She lost sight of the woman as Jax’s cry let her know he was with her and she gave herself up to the world of pleasure.
Liam let her rest, his flesh still hard and aching. She turned to him, drawing him to her. Her legs opened and he moved between them, joining his mouth to hers before he slid into her. Jessie thrust up to meet him, her body needing him as much as it needed Jax. Jax moved behind her to cradle her in his lap and arms and she kissed him as Liam began his thrusts, pushing into her again and again, sending her into orbit one more time.
Jessie knew in that moment that she was adored. This is how she’d wanted it, not the dirty pornography kind of three-way but this mutual adoration that saw all three of them crying out in pleasure as the other one experienced a new pleasure. Jessie’s body found release one final time as Liam came, pulling out of her to come on her stomach. The frantic movement of his hand against his own flesh had Jessie licking her lips and she was amazed that pleasure in sex wasn’t just about coming but enjoying your lover and their pleasure as well.
Jessie lost count of how many times they got her off that night, or how many ways they took her. She lost count of the ways she pleased them but every second was emblazoned in her memory. But she knew this wasn’t a one-time thing, not now. She was as hooked on them as they were on her.
Chapter Twenty-One
Jessie dressed up two weeks later for round two at the farm, reminding Jax to at least get her boots off this time. She’d laughed when she went home that night and realized her boots hadn’t come off once. Her eager anticipation was filled with sadness however; Liam had become distant after that first night and his rejection stung.
Jax told her that Liam had been hurt pretty badly in the past and he was starting to have feelings for Jessie so he pulled away. That made sense to Jessie and at this point she wasn’t sure how long this would carry on but she wasn’t sure she wanted a full-on relationship either. Though, to be fair, she reminded herself, this basically was a relationship. It made sense in her head.
She and Jax continued to talk, though he’d been busy with a work project and had only taken her out to dinner one time since their night at the farm. She was eager for the night to come. She’d relived those moments countless times and though Liam wouldn’t be there she was eager to get Jax naked and between her thighs.
By the time they walked into the barn that night Jessie was all but vibrating. The woman she’d watched before was there and their eyes met across the room, the woman now downstairs and in the room across from the couch she’d been “initiated” on, as she thought of it.
“Oh, she is delicious.” Jessie whispered, not really sure if she was ready to allow a stranger to touch her yet.
Jax heard her but didn’t speak. He led her to the couch and Jessie pulled off the loose top she wore, dropping her pants before she took off her socks and boots. She stood before Jax, nude and proud as his eyes widened, going over every inch of her skin. He beckoned to her and Jessie went, adoring his smell, his face, all of him.
Jessie straddled Jax, their faces coming together for a kiss that shook her to her very core.
“You’re beautiful, Jess.” He whispered as their lips parted. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“I can’t get enough of you, Jax, fill me, please?” She begged, needing him now.
His fingers found her slick labia and then he was inside of her, thrusting up into her eagerly.
“You’re so wet.” He moaned, his eyes closed and his head back against the couch.
Jessie braced her hands against the back of the couch, her own eyes closed as she lost herself in Jax’s guiding hands and thrusting flesh. His muscles rippled against her soft skin, and her hair fell down to tickle his thighs.
They moved together, their bodies striving for more, and Jessie fell over the edge as his fingers found her clit, shooting sparks of pleasure throughout her body.
“Jax.” She strangled out, her voice stolen by the ecstasy of Jax pushing into her.
“Follow me, Jess, come with me.” He ground out, his jaw clenched as he lost his battle to hold back.
Jessie could feel each pulse of his cock and rode him hard, the pleasure too great to ignore. Her body writhed against him and more than one pair of eyes turned to watch them, her back and bottom moving on him a sight too irresistible to ignore.
Their most urgent need cured for the moment the pair fell back on the couch lengthways, to watch the others around them. Jessie’s eyes immediately went to the woman, the siren now busy riding a man’s face as she sucked at another’s cock. She knew how to take what she wanted, Jessie could see that.
“I adore you, Jessie. I don’t ever want to lose you.” Jax said behind her.
Jessie turned in his arms, pleased, the woman forgotten. “Do you, Jax?”
“I do. I know you aren’t ready for the living together, commitment ring type of relationship but I’d like to make sure you know, it’s heading in that direction.” Jax looked into her eyes, brushing her hair out of her face before stroking her cheek once more.
“I think we can talk about that at some point down the road.” She said with a smile, kissing him deeply, her passion stirring once more.
“You can go to her if you want.” Jax’s words as he broke their kiss stung Jessie and she pulled away.
“What?” She asked, startled.
“If you want to join Camelia and her men, you can. I want you only to feel pleasure here and if that means going over there, then go and know I’ll enjoy watching you.”
Jessie could only stare at him. He’d only just spoken to her about commitment and now he was telling her to go and fuck someone else? Maybe she wasn’t as big a girl as she thought. Not twenty minutes ago she’d have jumped at the chance but Jax’s words had changed things somehow.
“Ah.” The only sound she could get out for now.
“Or you can stay with me, whatever you’d prefer.” He spoke with a smile, pulling her to him once more.
“I think I need to go home, actually. My head is pounding for some reason. Do you want to stay? I can call a cab.” She offered, getting up to dress.
Jax knew he’d said something wrong but didn’t want to push her. This was new ground for Jessie, and even if she wanted these new things, that didn’t mean they weren’t still confusing to her at times. And maybe her old thoughts on relationships was kicking in.
Jessie remained silent on the ride home and kissed him goodnight, pleading for him to go home tonight.
“I’ll call you in the morning darling. I just need to sleep this off.” Jessie watched as he left, heading over to Liam’s house.
Liam that had abandoned her after their first night truly together. He wouldn’t come outside to answer her knocks on his door, he didn’t answer her texts, and if he saw her come outside when he was out he went in. The rejection stung.
Jessie went to bed that night confused and unsure of how to fix it all. But there had to be a way.
Jessie called Megan a week later, at her wits end about how to fix it all. She’d returned Jax’s text but was evading him on plans for meeting up. Megan was there in twenty minutes.
“Here’s some ice cream, I’ve brought some chocolate, we’re going to watch some movies, you’re going to cry, and then we’re going to talk this out. I might order a pizza or two as well.” Megan said with a grin, pulling Jessie into her living room.
They decided against a movie and Jessie spilled the entire story to Megan, even telling her about her attraction to Camelia.
“Wow, she sounds hot. Can I come too? But seriously, what’s the problem besides Liam freezing you out? Are you afraid Jax is going to do the same?” Megan probed, her questions sounding harsh but her face confused.
“I suppose I am. Why would he say that then throw me away?” Jessie sniffled into a tissue.
“Because he’s not you dork! Don’t you get it? The man adores you and it sounds like Liam does too but he has some issues that made him pull back. Jax wants to see nothing but you being pleased, and if that happens to get him off at the same time, then what’s the problem? He’s not turning into a caveman and grunting at anybody that sniffs around you? I thought that’s what you wanted?”
When Megan put it like that Jessie saw her own problem, the skewed thinking that had led to the current situation.
“So you’re saying that Jax only wants me to be pleased, and if that means fucking other people then it pleases him too?” Jessie wanted to be sure.
“Alright, imagine Jax is with this Camelia, and he’s getting off hard fucking her. How do you feel?” Megan asked in her blunt way.
“Oh. Wow. I see now.” Jessie did too, the images Megan’s words created in her mind were hot. She didn’t feel jealous, she felt warm, aroused, and eager to see it in real life.
“There you go. That’s what I’m here for.” Megan said, satisfied. The doorbell rang and she went to answer it, knowing the delivery man was on his way. She came back with a flounce in her step and two pizza boxes in hand.
“Now, you can either sit in here making yourself fat with me or you can go out there and set those two straight.” She said, putting the boxes on the coffee table.
“What?”
“Jax and Liam are outside making like calendar cover models and washing their bikes with no shirts on.” Megan said casually, taking a bite of pepperoni pizza. “I’d go outside if I were you.”
Jessie shot from the couch with a wave to Megan, her heart pounding with nerves. What if they both just walked away? Then stand up and make them listen.
Jessie marched out and stopped before the men, her hands at her hips and her “don’t mess with me” face on.
“Now listen to me. I’ve made a complete idiot of myself but I have something to say. Liam, you are important to me, no matter if you want a full-on relationship with me or if you just want to boink my brains out occasionally. You are my friend and if you never speak to me again, I’ll come over and fill your garden with shrimp that will eventually make you have to leave your backyard. And you!”
She turned to Jax, his face a picture between confusion and joy.
“You deserve an apology. You have one. Now, if you two would like to boink me silly, I’d appreciate it. If not, please tell me now so I can go inhale a pizza with Megan.”
She couldn’t look at either as her speech ended, too nervous about their response.
“So you want me to be your friend or you’re going to terrorize me?” Liam asked, a tickle of laughter in his words.
“That’s right buddy. I might even get myself a dog and throw it’s leavings in your backyard.” She promised, though she’d never do it and he knew it.
“Right. And I can, what was the term, boink you, whenever I like?”
“Also correct.”
“And I have an apology from you?” Jax finally found his voice.
“You do. I went full dumbass on you and I shouldn’t have. I know better. But for a moment I forgot I knew that.”
“Does that mean we’re together?” Jax asked.
“It does. And it also means we will be having sex. With Liam, with Camelia, whoever we like. As long as we’re together. That’s my only stipulation, we have to be together. Mainly because the idea of watching you makes me incredibly horny so the real thing must be off the chain.” Jessie said with a silly grin on her face.
“What about living together?” Jax asked.
“We’ll get to that. I like things the way they are for now but it won’t be long before I need you beside me every night.”
“Hey, are you three going to go boink in Liam’s house? If so I’m going to watch this movie and get fat on my own. If not, send my bestie back so she can save my waistline."
All three laughed at Megan’s humor and the tenseness of the past weeks. Jessie walked into Liam and Jax’s arms and found her heaven.
“I don’t know what I can promise, but I will always be your friend Jess. And I’d love to boink you silly.”
“Good, because I’d love to be boinked silly.”
“You’ll want to boink him even more when you find out he’s just been hired as fireman. Why do women love fireman so much?” Jax pondered, following them into Liam’s house.
“They’re hot, duh.” Jessie said with a laugh as the door closed and her passion surged.
She may not have started out looking for a relationship but she’d found it. With two of the best men she had ever come across.
The End
More Romance Stories
Part I
Just You
Billionaire Second Chance Romance
Chapter One
“I don’t care what you have on tomorrow night,” Cara hissed into the phone. The voice chattering back from the other end was a drawl, disaffected and bored. “No—no, no, no—Craig. Craig, please—“
The sound of the click echoed down the line, and her shoulders slumped. She replaced the receiver, shaking, and then let herself lean against the wall. There were tears starting to form in her eyes, and she had nearly worn out her ability to keep them back. She pressed her hand over her mouth, and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to keep from making a sound.
“Cara?”
Oh, God. No one could see her like this. Cara whirled away from the door and fumbled with her apron, acting as if she had come in here to change.
“Cara?”
“Uh-huh?” Her voice sounded a little strained, but she might have pulled it off.
There was a pause, and she knew Lexie was looking her over. The night cook at Bell’s Diner was young and supermodel pretty; blonde-haired and blue-eyed. She looked about fifteen…but she was one of the most clear-eyed, observant people Cara had ever met in her life. There was no point in trying to fool her. “You have a customer, sweetheart.”
Cara managed a laugh. She knew Lexie humored h
er by acting like every other world-weary diner chef out there, and humor was just what she needed right about now.
“Are you okay?” Lexie asked, more softly this time.
“I’m all right.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’ll be okay.” Cara turned around and wiped her eyes; no use in pretending. “Is my mascara running?”
“Nope.” Lexie smiled and disappeared. “I’m going to go start cooking. This guy always gets the same thing. Give him decaf.”
“Thanks.” Cara smiled after the girl’s retreating form. Four weeks on this job and she was just getting used to the dizzying array of people that came in. When she came out to see a tailored suit and a copy of yesterday’s Times, graying dark hair peeking out from above the pages and a Rolex glittering on the man’s wrist, she hardly gave it a second thought. There were only two kinds of people who came in this late: drunks, and stockbrokers.
She supposed he might be both. That would liven up the night somewhat. Without tips, she was practically working this shift for her subway fare.
“Decaf?” She asked lightly, pasting her diner-waitress smile on her face.
Her smile faltered when he folded his paper and looked at her, assessing. She had expected someone portly, or run-down, but this man looked to be in the prime of his life. The salt and pepper in his hair had clearly been earned with time, but the man wore his suit like he’d been born in it, the polite cut failing to disguise well-muscled arms and broad shoulders. His skin was caramel, his sharp jawline free of stubble, and his eyes were somewhere between black and brown.
“Yes, please,” he said politely.
Cara had to force herself to take a step, and then another. She seemed to have forgotten how to move; her fingers were clenched around the handle of the coffee pot so tightly that she was worried she might break it, and she knew she was staring like a fool. So this man was one of the most attractive people she’d ever met in her life. He was a customer. He was a rich customer. No one needed her staring like a teenager.
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