Along for the Ride

by Saskia Walker

  She almost didn’t recognize herself. She’d seen his other work. and she’d seen photographs before of herself during sex, but nothing that reached inside her for the expressiveness contained in this image. She wondered if it was entirely Cal’s artistic skills, or if the attentions of the two men had taken her further into pleasure than she’d ever been before. It was very good to feel Cal’s hot and hungry gaze on her when she was with Jason. She raised her glass to the painting.

  “Are you ready for your tattoo?” Jason said as the two men joined her, looking at the painting. Seeing her quizzical expression, he added: “The kisses ... you hadn’t forgotten, had you?”

  In a cherry brandy-fuelled moment, she had claimed to want her candy kisses to remain with her forever. “No.”

  “I’ll begin tonight.”

  “I'm amazed you can do that as well,” she commented.

  Jason merely shrugged and smiled. “I couldn’t get the photographic work to begin with, when I finished training. So I apprenticed to a tattooist in Kent while waiting for a bite. Hey, my specialty is ladies’ work, the delicate touch. Trust me.” He looked at Georgie, awaiting her response.

  “Well, I guess so.” She felt a sudden rush of excitement at the prospect. It was an idea she’d always contemplated, which was why she’d been so keen when it was first mentioned. “Why not?”

  “We’ll make sure you enjoy it, Georgie girl.” Jason leaned over to stroke his finger across her lower lip. He rested it inside the damp warmth for a moment. “Then we can tuck you into bed afterwards.” His finger went back to his own mouth and he sucked on it gently, his expression filled with warmth and suggestion.

  “I can’t wait,” she returned, watching his movements with interest.

  While he assembled the rather frightening-looking contraption he intended to tattoo her with, Cal helped her undress and poured more wine.

  Georgie lay naked on Cal’s large, ornate bed. Jason massaged her body with oil to relax her. The firm smooth strokes of his knowing hands over her body melted her flesh into a slow, simmering heat deep inside her sex. When she purred her contentment, he drew her legs apart, swabbed the back of one knee with cool fluid, then smeared her with some other lotion and curled over it with the tattoo gun. Cal kneeled in front of her, distracting her with deep kisses and more red wine.

  The pain was a tracery of acute sensation beneath her skin. It soon brought about a rush of endorphins, and the pain mellowed out and became slow and strangely seductive. She laughed a little hysterically, the heady wine throwing it slightly out of her consciousness. Jason hummed, his breath warm against the skin of her thighs. Cal knelt facing her and plied his tongue into her mouth with fierce kisses, his arousal clearly growing as he watched her teeter on the thin boundary between pleasure and pain. She growled and wriggled; their joint attentions to her naked body were too delicious.

  “Perhaps you aren’t trying hard enough to distract her.” Jason switched the gun off. He was suggesting something, more than something, lots of things.

  Georgie looked back at him and then at Cal.

  Cal’s mouth twisted in a deviant smile.

  “Perhaps she needs more,” Jason added in a provocative tone.

  Georgie was hot -- hot, and ready for action.

  Jason put the machine down, and she felt his mouth dive straight into her sex from behind, his enquiring tongue firing off a jet of heat and longing through her pelvis, her legs automatically opening wider. The wet tongue darted along her nerve endings. Georgie moaned, her hips swelling up from the bed to get more of those probing movements. His tongue was so exquisitely tutored in drawing out the pleasure in those sensitive folds of skin.

  “Pure nectar.” He sank his face deeper against her, pressing her thighs open with his hands. Cal moved, and Georgie felt his hair brushing against her back as he leaned over her body to stroke her buttocks. Jason lifted his face, and Cal sank his fingers into the open channel. She was so ready for pleasure.

  She heard Cal whisper, “Do it, now,” as he climbed over her body on the bed, his mouth following the line of her spine down between her buttocks and into the moist heat. Her hands trailed over the bed, fingers clutching at the material of the covers. She heard the buzz of the tattoo gun and felt the needle sink beneath her skin. Then the trace of Cal’s tongue down the crease of her bottom took her attention, followed by the plunge of his fingers inside her.

  Her body was gushing, liquid beads of lust bursting free inside her and the pain becoming intricately entwined with the pleasure she was feeling. She was trapped, with no escape. The needle buzzed beneath the surface of her leg, and she fought against the fingers that moved inside her, as if beating them would beat the strange sensation.

  Jason lifted the needle when she moved too much, and Cal’s fingers stilled. Need swept up through her body, expressing itself in low moans that led the hum of the jet of ink beneath her skin. She hovered on the tip of coming. It was driving her crazy, the climax perpetually on the edge of flooding, the pain always about to peak, and each exquisite torture forcing the abyss to last and last. Cal had his thumb angled inside the entrance to her sex, his fingers stroking rapidly on either side of her clit. He moved and brought his other hand into play, easing one digit into the pucker of her anus, drawing her every nerve ending into the experience. Georgie thought she would burst with the intensity of all the acute sensations invading her. Then suddenly it was there. The floodgates were opening, and she began to moan and tremble. It fled through her body, through her groin, and out to her nerve endings, arresting her movements and escaping in a sudden cry of anguish and a deep, long shudder.

  She felt the cool air against her flesh. The needle had ceased to hum. She lifted her head to see Cal looking beyond her at Jason. The tattoo gun was hanging from his hand.

  “Well done, but perhaps you should have tied her down ... if I was supposed to get the job done properly.” His tone was more than a little sarcastic. He was baiting Cal; she could see that. He was challenging him. And it worked.

  “Think you could have done it better, huh?”

  Jason dropped the gun when Cal sprang to his feet and skirted the bed. Georgie rolled onto her back on the far side of the bed in time to see Cal’s hand round Jason’s neck as he grabbed him.

  “Have you guessed quite how much our Jason here loves sex, Georgie?” Cal turned toward her, his eyes dark and flashing.

  Curiosity fired her blood, making her even hotter. “Oh, I’d guess he likes it a lot?” she ventured with a wild laugh.

  Jason faced up to his mate.

  “Oh, yes, he likes it a lot. He probably felt left out because it was you having the orgasm.”

  And then they kissed, their tongues thrashing, Jason’s hand around the back of Cal’s head, holding him close as he shifted against him.

  They looked so hot! Georgie watched from the edge of the bed as their tongues entwined. Still panting, she burned up with the sight of it. It was focusing the heat to that place inside her again, before it had even completely faded away. Her fingers went into the drenched, sensitive flesh of her sex, alternately stroking her clit and thrusting as she watched.

  “I can taste her in your mouth,” Cal whispered, and there was an edge to his voice.

  “And I can taste her in yours.”

  Jason’s body looked taut with hunger. He reached down for Cal’s belt, but Cal grabbed his hand, pinning it back.

  Georgie realized they were struggling to see who would have who. She felt a growl in her throat. The desire to see their bodies in this sort of intimate combat was overwhelming.

  They stripped each other’s clothes off, their bodies flexing, lean, strong muscles flickering in the lamplight. Cal pulled his cock out first. It was rock hard, tight. Jason smiled a smile of catlike knowing, sat in front of Cal’s hips, and took Cal’s cock into his mouth, quickly moving over it.

  “You see,” Cal said to Georgie, his teeth gritted with pleasure. “He wants it all.”
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br />   She eyed Cal’s erection while Jason’s mouth moved back and forth on it, wet now with saliva and thrusting up from his hips like a massive tree trunk rising from the earth. Her sex clenched. She was mesmerized.

  When Jason lifted back and looked up at Cal, licking his lips, she let out a groan, rolling against the surface of the bed as the sight of them together overtook her finer instincts. She was reduced to a puddle of lust, furtively masturbating and moaning like a primitive creature.

  “Get down on your knees,” Cal ordered.

  Jason obediently knelt down on the floor, resting against the bed, his chest against the covers, watching Georgie watching him, a smile barely captured in his expression.

  “See how much he loves an audience?” Cal climbed over him, his body agile and rapid.

  “Oh, yes,” she responded.

  Jason growled at her, and she laughed aloud with pleasure, the sheer decadence of the moment sending her on another dizzy high.

  Cal’s hands roved over the man spread before him, and then he grabbed the bottle of oil that still lay beside the bed. He spread the oil on his erect shaft, over the engorged head of his cock, and then smoothed it over Jason’s back, his hand sliding down between Jason’s buttocks. Jason’s body moved against it, then pulled away, as if denying him.

  With a defiant look, Cal dropped the oil, leaned his long, lean body over his mate’s, and reached to bite the back of his neck. Jason roared and braced his arms against the bed. Cal held him with teeth against his flesh and began his entry, slowly probing into the tightness of Jason’s anus, into the strong but relinquished body that waited in prone anticipation of his movements. Jason looked as if he was holding his breathe while awaiting the penetration.

  Only when the engorged head of Cal’s cock was inside him did Jason seem to breathe again. Panting rapidly, he began to slowly and determinedly press and reach against the hardness. She could see from his face and the tension in his body that each movement set off waves of excruciating pleasure inside him. His cock was riding up against the side of the bed, huge and hard, the head purple and angry. His knees were planted wide to take Cal in, the muscles in his neck taut with effort.

  When Cal’s hand reached around and went over Jason’s naked cock, Jason covered it with his, their locked fingers riding it together. When Cal was buried deep, it looked as if his cock rode up, right through Jason’s body, powerful and omnipotent.

  Their movements were short, direct thrusts at each other’s bodies, their expressions both gripped with each action and reaction. Sweat gleamed on their skin as their breaths began to come in short grunts, their bodies wrestling free of their burdens. And they were both watching her because she was rubbing her clit hard now, her legs spread, her body totally keyed.

  “Harder, deeper,” Jason seethed in a low voice between gritted teeth, watching Georgie touch herself. Cal flung his head back, his hair arcing out behind him. Sweat flashed from his forehead. His eyes were shining with determination.

  Georgie’s breath was captured in her throat, and she moaned and bit her lip and came again, her body shuddering with release.

  Cal’s hips jerked frantically, and his eyes closed, his mouth opening in silent relinquishment. His hands freed Jason’s cock and locked around the tops of his thighs. He pressed home. The release was set. A stream of silent curses spilled from Jason’s mouth. His hand stilled on his cock, and his semen spurted over the bed covers. Cal had fallen over his back again, hair covering his face as he writhed, and his hips pumped slower and slower until he stilled.

  Georgie saw Cal’s hands creep around to soothe the foreskin of his lover’s penis over its shrinking head.

  “Oh, so the beast sometimes has a tender touch for his victims.” Jason gave a quiet laugh.

  Cal grabbed his body in a fierce embrace, pressing his mouth against Jason’s cheek, their faces in profile.

  Georgie absorbed the image in her memory, taking in Cal’s intense and overwhelming sexual persona. Jason knew him much better than she, and knew how to key in to his diverse desires, but she was glad the two of them had taken her into their sphere. Very glad.

  The tattooed kisses were left for more attention another day. They joined her in the bed, their arms a tangle across her body. Cal lifted up onto one elbow as he considered his two lovers, smiling. “Not too shocked?”

  “No, not too shocked.” She chuckled. The high-octane atmosphere had mellowed into something gloriously intimate, content. “You are the most amazing two men I’ve ever met,” she murmured lazily.

  “Oh, you say all the right things.” Jason, at her back, snuggled closer.

  Cal was stroking her neck, watching her closely. “Why?”

  “Oh, Cal, can’t you just take the compliment graciously?” Jason muttered mockingly across the supine woman between them.

  “I’m just curious.”

  “When aren’t you?”

  Georgie couldn’t help laughing.

  “Georgie ...?” Cal encouraged her.

  She looked at him from under heavy eyelids. “I feel so happy ...” She gasped when she felt his hand close on her breast, and then laughed. “All this physical satisfaction, I guess that has something to do with it.” She flickered her brows at him.

  He smiled. “Ah, that.”

  “I adore being with you,” she added.

  Cal didn’t reply but continued to stroke her breast, toying with the nipple as it peaked under his touch.

  “I mean, how can a girl not enjoy having this -- two gorgeous men, lots of rampant sex. I couldn’t be happier.”

  Cal smiled. “Good.”

  “I couldn’t be happier, too,” Jason declared sleepily.

  “Well, you’ve had it all, haven’t you?” She laughed gently. She couldn’t resist. “The fucker and fuckee. Who could ask for more?”

  “Yup, life’s good. I can’t deny it; I won’t turn down a good shag.” He rolled onto his back, yawning heavily. “Cal’s got something else on his mind, though,” he added in a mock sinister tone.

  She felt Cal shift beside her. He looked beyond her at Jason with a frown.

  She reached out to stroke Cal’s face, her fingers tweaking his goatee. “He has?” Her curiosity about and affection for this deeply enigmatic lover of hers was growing deeper by the day.

  “Yeah.” Jason lifted his head from the pillow. “Cal’s always focused on something just outside of his reach.”

  “What the fuck are you on about?” Cal demanded.

  “It’s all done for the sake of his art, you see, all this rampant sex. He has a higher purpose in life, not like us lesser mortals. He’s seeking the truth, the true essence of ...” He waved in his hand in the air expressively. “... something elusive.”

  “Jason, shut up and go to sleep.” Cal’s expression relaxed.

  Jason was taking the piss, but there was a germ of truth in there, as well as a lingering question. Cal did seem to be hunting for something, and yet he was so elusive himself. Why? What was it about him that fascinated her so much, and why had he begun to fill her every thought?

  Cal was drinking her in, and she winked at him. She wanted him to kiss her, so she ran her tongue along her lip, inviting him closer. He bent his head to touch her mouth, opening her up to a gentle, inquisitive kiss, his hands still stroking her. Jason was warm against her back. Cal was eking out her every moment of afterglow with his intimate caresses and kisses. Georgie truly was in heaven.

  Chapter Four

  “Come in,” Georgie called out when she heard the knock at her door. “Give me two minutes and I’m ready.” She turned back to the mirror.

  The two men walked into her space, and she glanced at them in the mirror, smiling. Jason looked chilled in faded blue jeans and a tight black T-shirt that showed off his muscular chest to perfection. He had a jacket trailing from his fingertips over one shoulder. Cal wore an open-necked white shirt in silk beneath a soft black leather jacket. His hands rested easily in loose-fitting trouse
rs, and his hair was sleeked back into a ponytail, giving him a sharp, inquisitive look.

  They were going to see Jason play at Jezebels, an alternative dance club in Camden that occasionally held live performances. While she finished getting ready, Jason hummed along with the music she had playing and danced back and forth across the tiny room, following its seductive rhythms.

  “What do you think?” She slid a suede choker across her throat. She wanted something to set off her velvet mini dress and the long snakeskin boots she wore, one of her most treasured possessions. Jason went over to the curtain that hung over her clothes. “Let me choose something.”

  Georgie smiled and dropped the choker on the bed. She bent to tighten her boots. As she stood up, smoothing her stocking up her legs as she went, she glanced at Cal and saw that he was looking down at the boots with interest. Jason emerged from the velvet curtain with an electric-blue feather boa in his hand.

  “Oh, yes, this is perfect. Wear this.”

  He came over to her, chuckling when the CD player jumped and skipped to an up-tempo samba track. He proceeded to arrange the feathers around her neck. When he saw her delighted smile, a glint appeared in his eye and he rode the feathers back and forth across her throat, leaning close to her and dancing his hips against hers to the rhythm of the song. “Mm ... perhaps if we’d put the feathers on before the dress, we would never go out.”