“Good morning,” she said a bit shyly.
“Hey,” he said. “I’ll give you five minutes in the bathroom, then you’re back here.”
“Back here for what?”
Keith lifted an eyebrow. “It’s kind of a demonstration sort of thing. Four and a half minutes.”
Those blue eyes inspected him for a minute—half a minute—like she was considering how far she’d let him push her. He slid an arm along her waist. “I’m perfectly happy for you to just stay right here.” He leaned forward, going for a kiss, and then grinned as she scooted out of the bed. She was bare-assed naked, but she stood tall and strode away like she was a high-priced runway model, and there was nothing wrong with the view she gave him.
Nothing wrong as she came back, either. She’d taken a bit more than her four minutes. He’d heard the shower run quickly, and her body was rosy pink. Her nipples were soft, but her breasts were just as perky as they’d been the night before. And her little landing strip was still very inviting.
He lifted the covers for her as she walked close, and, with just a moment’s hesitation, she climbed back into the bed.
She came into his arms and he leaned in and kissed her—thoroughly.
“Good morning,” he said. He checked her eyes and suspected she was holding back a little. “Regrets?”
She gave a little shake of her head. “Not really. Just…”
“This isn’t really your norm?”
She huffed out a laugh. “This is very far from my norm.”
“I get that,” he told her. “Here. Let me do something for you.”
Keith scooched back a little and pulled Jubilee along. “Lie on your belly,” he instructed. He helped situate her so she was comfortable. Then, lying at her side, he poured a little vanilla-scented coconut oil onto her back. He’d found a little bottle of it in her bathroom, and he’d been warming it with his body. “Relax,” he said. He smoothed the oil over her, rubbing her back, her neck, her shoulders. He came over her a bit, his hips resting against her, one leg bent over hers. He had a little more leverage then for the massage.
“Feel good?”
“Mmm.”
He kissed her shoulder and found the oil wasn’t scented so much as flavored. He closed his eyes, enjoying stroking her. He was nestled against her, his lips still at her shoulder, when he spoke quietly. “I have a proposition for you.”
He saw the slight curve of her lips. “Another one?”
But he answered seriously. “Yes.”
Jubilee heard his tone and let the smile go. “All right. What is it?”
“You let us spend the weekend here. You and we do whatever we want. Whatever feels good. We’ll just…enjoy ourselves. All of us. However we want.” He could feel her tense a little. He tried to counter the reaction with smooth strokes of his hand. Her skin felt like silk, and she was all slightly buff, womanly curves. He could almost get lost in her just touching like that. “We won’t think, won’t analyze until the weekend’s over.”
“Like time out of time.”
“Yes,” he said. He moved his hand to her lower back and smiled as she let out a little hum of pleasure. “Like that.”
“There is kind of a lot to think about.”
He grinned, his lips against her shoulder, and nipped a little. “There is. But let’s…save it. For later.” His hand wandered a little lower, over her ass a bit. “This…what we did last night…it was wonderful. I want more.” He nuzzled her soft skin, soothing. “You?”
“It was wonderful,” she said. His hand was back up, running along her ribs now, even a bit under her, near her breast.
“More?” he prompted her when she didn’t go on.
“Just the weekend?” she asked.
“Mm-hmm.”
“And we’ll wait until later to think about what happens after the weekend?”
“Yes.”
Maybe she was thinking it over, or she was noticing how close his slippery fingers were getting to her breast. Either way, he liked her answer.
“All right.”
He leaned farther over her and brushed his lips along her neck, moving close to her ear. He liked the little shiver he felt shimmer through her. “Good,” he whispered. “Thank you, baby.”
Reaching around the bed, Keith found the bottle of oil and poured a little pool of it onto the small of her back. “So, let me ask,” he said. He went on when she gave a murmur of consent. “Have you ever given pleasure to a man with your mouth?”
He was over her enough to see her eyes come open. Or the one eye, anyway, that he could see. Maybe there was a quirk of that brow. Freshly oiled, his fingers slid along her ass to her thigh, almost delving between her legs.
He might have gotten her a bit distracted, but she found her train of thought. “You’re asking because…”
“Well, there are three of us.”
“And, yes, since I have some experience, I could…pleasure one of you with my mouth.”
“While…”
“While…”
“Well, already, we’ve all agreed we like your pussy.”
“I suppose, by your reckoning, that takes care of two of you.”
“Uh-huh.” He was sure she knew what he was doing now, circling…ground zero. He slid his left arm under her head, giving her a spot to rest on, her face into his bicep. And he took his body further over her, giving her a lot of his weight, and leaving his right hand free to…circle. “I’m pretty sure you’ve never had anal, though.”
He said it as he ran his lips along her ear, her neck. As he put his middle finger right there. Just a touch. And then a slight press in.
“No,” she said.
He chose to take that as an answer to his question, rather than as an instruction. A prohibition.
His cock was hard now, and he lifted his body to readjust, to let his erection prod into her hip. He scattered kisses and nips along her neck. At one particularly sweet spot, he sucked. And he pushed his finger into her.
“You seemed to like this, though,” he said. He sucked harder, giving her a bruise, and reamed a little.
“Keith,” she said, and it was a small whimper.
He picked up more of the oil with his fingers and then worked two of them into her. His mouth at her ear, he told her what he wanted. “I want to fuck your ass, baby.”
Going farther with his fingers, he had her moaning. “Keith.”
“Let me,” he urged.
“Oh, God.”
Keith took his arm out from under her head and moved fully over her. He slid his left hand under her, centering his fingers at her clit. Working from his knees, he squirted some of the oil onto his cock. Then he pressed the nozzle into her anus.
* * * *
“Keith!”
There was that cool pressure right into her ass, the rough plastic spout of whatever oil he’d brought to her bed. Her coconut massage oil, she’d thought. He must have pilfered it from her bathroom. If he’d found that, he would have found her small collection of vibrators, too. She added that to the list of things she wasn’t going to think about right now.
And she wouldn’t…couldn’t think now, because he pressed it into her, the tip of the bottle and then a good spurt of the oil…the lube.
She’d known for several minutes his intent. The end goal of his sweet massage, his little seduction. She’d known, well before he’d told her, that he was going to fuck her ass.
He hadn’t asked permission so much as seduced her into it with the confidence of…well, of a man who’d gotten his hands on a woman willing to fuck him and his two friends, too.
Another thing she’d think about later, because the man was good at what he did, and she really ought to pay attention to what he was doing, and…
Shit.
She moaned, because she was pretty sure that now it was his cock right there at her opening, and she wasn’t telling him no. She flexed a little, or arched, and, intended or not, that made room for his fingers to
stroke her clit. And then his cock—she was certain of that now—pressed in.
He’d been right. The fingers the guys had worked into her ass the night before had been surprisingly, wickedly stimulating.
This, though…was a different thing.
Her breath huffed out, a little edgy, as he pressed until she was stretched around him, the full girth of that big cock, it had to be. She kind of wanted to screech at the exquisite strain of it, the taking, engulfing, devastating mastery of it. The dominance.
Instinctively, she pushed up, raising her head. He came farther over her, putting weight on his right elbow and opportunistically reaching for her nipple with his fingers. His cock was still there, holding its place, not…thrusting.
“Jubilee,” he said, but she barely heard him. His fingers worked her clit and her nipple, so very distracting. “Do you want it? Tell me.”
He bore down just a little, the big circumference of his cock just inside her sphincter now, stretching, compelling. “Tell me.”
She pushed her head into the bed. A shudder ran through her, a flex of her body that asked for more. An invitation, without her conscious agreement.
He felt it, obviously. His cock pulsed and his fingers clutched harder at her nipple. He growled, a feral indication of his need. “Use words!”
“Yes!” She arched again, wanting, needing him to do what he meant. He didn’t take even a moment to process. Even as she cried out, he shoved into her.
The whole length of him. His big, pulsing cock. Deep into her ass.
He filled her, a primal, organic taking. An intimate invasion into the private core of her body. It was compelling, overpowering, crushing. Just the presence of him, the breadth and depth of him inside her.
Keith groaned mightily. He held rigidly over her, shivering just as she did. He moved his right hand, maneuvered his body above her, and, in a moment, she knew what he was doing. She felt it and heard it—a vibrator, her largest one, no doubt—being inserted into her pussy.
It added to the stretch, as he filled her everywhere, making her accommodate what seemed impossible. She hummed out a fearful breath. But he left the vibrator there, held his cock still in her ass, and moved his fingers back to toy with her nipple. Jubilee shuddered out a few more breaths, then rested her head down.
Keith took that as a signal. Burrowing his head into the crook of her shoulder, he started to fuck her. He said her name and she said his. He grasped at her everywhere he touched. And she sought him, pushing up with her arms, rocking back into to him. To meet his thrusts, to welcome him, to…take…all…of…him.
He ground into her and she ground back. She wailed as he frantically rubbed her clit and pinched her nipple. Each of his thrusts jarred the vibrator inside her, like a double-fuck, like he was taking, using, controlling her in every way. Finally, he collapsed over her, the whole weight of his body humping over her, into her.
“I can feel that,” he practically hollered. “In your cunt. It’s fucking nuts!”
She cried out with each breath now, wild and frantic. He did the same, muscling his cock into her, stretching and…pounding.
They came together, crazy, unholy orgasms that increased the frenzy of their actions, the ferocity of his thrusts and the completeness of her acceptance, her fully active acquiescence.
He growled and crowed the end of it while she sobbed and wailed. She felt the hot spurt of his semen, the slight easing of friction as he emptied into her. He shuddered, and she did, too. And moaned again, until finally, her breath came out in a whimper.
After many whimpers, Keith seemed to notice. He drew out of her, wrapped his arms around her and held her hard. “Jubilee,” he said. “Jubilee.”
* * * *
Jesus.
Everything Keith did with this woman just got better. From the kiss he’d stolen as he said good-bye last week to this unbelievable ass fuck, and everything in between, the nipple-pinching, clit- and anal-fingering combo, pussy-fucking whole deal of it. Each moment was fucking better.
He was fucking in love.
He might have told Jubilee not to think about it, but ideas had been swirling around in his head. Even a week ago, when they’d finally driven away from her, a gorgeous ride through a snow-covered wonderland, he’d been thinking.
His buddies were thinking, too, he’d been sure. They’d gotten the Expedition out of the ditch, each saying a quiet good-bye to her, and driven home in silence. Keith didn’t talk, because he was thinking about how he wanted the woman. And wondering how he’d get her, when he was certain the other two were thinking the same thing.
He’d dropped Brody off with Henry at Henry’s place. That one had the most space, a nice, modern Craftsman home on the Erie Canal in Pittsford, one of Rochester’s wealthier suburbs, and Brody normally stayed with him when he was in town. Keith still rented, the second floor of one of the big old homes that had been converted into apartments in the trendy Park Ave area.
They really hadn’t talked at all on the trip home, except for the necessity of figuring out where they were stopping for coffee. Yeah, they all liked Jubilee, but the tea she’d served them up at breakfast just hadn’t cut it. As they got to Henry’s place, they worked out their plans for when they’d see each other next, like they always did when they got together.
Brody was heading back to California on Monday. His parents were in Texas, and he’d go there for Christmas. His three sisters and their kids would be there. Keith knew Bro would consider that fun for a couple days, but the dude wouldn’t spend the entire long holiday with the whole noisy clan.
With Henry’s parents gone, that one was pretty much alone. He usually spent holidays with Keith’s family. Keith was the only original Rochesterian among them, and the Hutchinsons had taken both Henry and Brody into their fold from freshman year on. Brody would be back, too, to do some end-of-year celebrating.
Henry had started a tradition of a New Year’s Eve party at his place a while back. Over the years, it had developed from drunken frat party to a hot, swank, black-tie affair. It was a standing date for all three of the guys.
So Keith left the pair at Henry’s, all without a single one of them even bringing up Jubilee’s name.
Obviously, he hadn’t been alone in thinking about her.
Or in acting on those thoughts, given that they’d all shown up at her door, unannounced, within minutes of each other.
That fact kind of changed the landscape of his plans.
Jubilee had a little sassy side, a bit of spirit that stood up to taking three men into her bed. That particular event might have been largely circumstantial—she’d been widowed young, two years before, and had been alone since then, it looked like. Then the three of them had shown up on her doorstep, at her mercy, really, in need of a significant helping hand. The first time Keith had gotten a look at her, he’d been all but naked, fairly helpless, and in her bathtub. That night had been an unusual, connecting, intimate—time out of time, to borrow a phrase.
But, overall, Keith didn’t think Jubilee normally hung out on the wild side. She was industrious—he’d googled her, and he wasn’t surprised to learn she had quite a following in the arts and fashion world. Her weavings—mostly shawls and tapestries—sold for some astoundingly high prices. By appearances, she lived conservatively, and an evening glass of wine or beer might constitute the extent of her self-indulgence.
So, if he was thinking along the lines of a creative, unconventional, even extreme solution to the problem at hand—three good friends who cared about each other all caring for the same woman—well, it might be a hard sell. Presuming he could even get his buddies on board.
The thought had come to him, as he’d lain on Jubilee’s bed, dozing after he and his friends had all made love—that was not the wrong term to use—to her. The three of them being with her had been not skanky or lewd, but…lovely. He realized he wanted to do it again. He thought he might want to do it…forever.
Was he the only one thinking t
hat?
He might be, though he could certainly move the whole group in the right direction if he managed to drive home the appeal of it. If they all, for example, spent the rest of the weekend together. If they had some more experiences that revealed the potential pleasures of…shared love.
He chuckled to himself, huffing out a wildly satisfied breath, as he pulled out of Jubilee and rolled off her. The sacrifices a guy had to make. Hugging her against his chest, he slid his hand along her face until she turned to him. Maybe a little late, he noted the vibrator still buzzing, so he reached over, removed it from her pussy, switched it off, and tossed it aside.
That find been a nice little bonus when he’d hunted up something to use for lube.
“Thank you,” she said a bit archly.
He looked at her, enjoying the bit of spunk he saw in her eyes. “You got any complaints?” he asked.
She rose to the challenge. “No, I guess,” she said. “Do you?”
Laughing, he hugged her. “No. Not in the least. But I got plans.”
“I thought you might.” She said it a bit wryly, resting her chin on her fist on top of his chest.
“This is good, Jubilee. Don’t you think?”
“It’s a bit out there for me,” she said. “But, yes, good.”
“I want to have all of us in bed with you again before today is over. All of us in…you.” Her eyes heated a little at that. “Think you could consider that?”
“Maybe,” she said.
That was enough to start with. “I didn’t use a condom.”
She took a deep breath and rolled to sit up beside him, wrapped in a blanket. She looked down at him. “I’m not on anything for birth control.”
“All right then. We’ll need to use a condom when we…”
“Fuck my pussy?” she said, with an arch of her brow.
He’d be surprised if she’d ever said either of those words out loud before. “Yeah,” he said with a grin. “Thanks for getting on board. And,” he continued, going out on a limb, “I’ll tell you I got tested before I came down here yesterday. I’d bet Henry and Brady did the same.”
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