“Now bend from the waist and suck Brody’s cock.”
She seemed to get the idea. She bent over, her back straight, her ass all exposed, and worked Brody’s cock out through his fly. She licked him first and then started sucking.
It was fucking hot as hell. The girl naked, submissive, and Brody still dressed in his party clothes, with just his dick poking out like a nine-iron.
Keith brought out his own cock, not shedding any of his clothes either. Keeping his gaze on the floor show, he fumbled through his bag to find the supply of lube he’d put in there. He opened the cap, aware of how cold the stuff was, walked behind Juby, put the nozzle in her ass, and shot her full of it.
She screeched, interrupting her attention to Brody’s dick.
Keith spanked her. “Get back to work.”
Jubilee grasped Brody’s hips, slipping her fingers into his pocket openings to brace herself.
“Grab her tits, Bro,” Keith said. “Tug like you’re milking her.”
He’d planned to shove his cock into her ass, but, as Brody reached around and yanked on her tits, it was just too good a view to pass up. He went back to his bag and pulled out a butt plug. This thing was also cold, and at least as big around as his cock. The girl would feel it.
Standing behind her, he palmed her ass and used his thumb to open her up. He put the plug dead center and pushed it in.
“Uhn.” Maybe she had a complaint, but her mouth was too full to voice it. She shuddered, but she didn’t back off Brody’s cock.
Keith couldn’t resist. He stepped to Brody’s side for a better look. She was taking that cock down and Brody was rocking into her a little. It was a thrill to watch. Keith took hold of his own cock and gave it a couple jerks while he took in the show. But Brody had some prodigious length, and she wasn’t taking it all.
With one hand, he cupped the back of her head. “More, baby. Take all of him.” He gave her a little thrust, so she had Brody down her throat. He held her there for a few seconds before he let her back up. He gave her time for a couple breaths and then did it again.
“Jesus, that’s hot.”
Brody seemed to think so, too. He’d been watching his dick disappear down Jubilee’s throat, but he was growling and tossing his head now. He was going to shoot his wad in another minute.
“Baby,” Keith said. “Get down on your knees. I wanna watch Brody come on your tits.”
Jubilee murmured something but let him position her. She came off Brody’s cock and went to her knees. From behind, Keith took her elbows, drew them back, and used them to arch her so her tits were thrust up. The nipples were red from the way Brody had worked them, and the tits full with her excitement.
Brody liked looking at them, too, Keith could tell. He had his cock in his hand, working it with Juby’s spit.
“Go ahead,” Keith urged him. “Finish off. Right there on her tits.”
He did it. He worked himself harder and faster and groaned with the pleasure of it. With a shudder and a feral growl, which was a hell of a deal in itself, he climaxed. Spurts of semen jetted out, splattering over Jubilee’s tits. Spurt after spurt of it, white globs that covered her tits and hung from her nipples.
Keith had never seen anything better.
Bro collapsed to his knees. He took a good look at his handiwork, then put a hand at the back of Juby’s neck and kissed her.
Devoured her, more like.
“Fuck, that was great, baby,” he told her.
Keith thought he deserved some of the credit, but he let it pass in the guy’s afterglow. Their girl was the one with the tits after all. Still, it needed saying—“That was a hell of a load, buddy. You been saving up?”
Bro just barely had his breath back. “Yeah, well, she’s been gone, you remember.”
“Sure but, I mean, I thought about her in the shower, you know. Every day.”
From his knees, Brody looked up, a big grin on his face like he was proud of himself. “Not the same, though, is it?”
No, nothing was like fucking their girl. And on that note—“Up again, baby,” he said. “You’re nowhere near done.”
Brody gave her a hand to her feet. His gaze still on her tits—or maybe, Keith had to allow, on his cum on her tits—he tore out of his sports jacket and dress shirt.
“Lean forward a bit, babe,” Keith said, pushing a bit at Jubilee’s back. “I need your ass.”
Brody put out his hands and she leaned into him, her forearms resting on his and her face plastered into his six-pack.
“That’s it, honey.” He ran his hand gently over her ass, soothing. Then, without warning, he grabbed the butt plug and yanked it out. By the time she let out a little holler of objection, he had his cock shoved into her. All the fucking way.
She moaned. He held her hips and straightened his knees so she had to come up on her toes, impaled on his cock.
“Oh,” she moaned. “Oh.”
Keith grabbed her elbows again and tugged her back. The way he was occupying her ass, she had to arch her spine, once more putting those tits on display. He turned her arms and slid them up over his shoulders. “Hold on there, baby,” he said, and waited while her hands clasped behind him.
When her head fell against his shoulder, Keith covered her tits with his hands. He rubbed her, circling around, until that cum became dry and sticky and his palms abraded her nipples with it. He’d left himself still inside her, not thrusting but just feeling that hot clasp of her tight ass. When she shuddered at the tension on her nipples, he felt it in his cock.
“That’s good, baby, so good.” He started working into her a little, reaming around more than withdrawing and thrusting back in. That would come soon.
“Brody,” he said. “Find the vibrator in my bag. Shove it up her pussy and fuck her with it, and suck her while I bone her ass.”
It was good to have friends. Brody was all the way naked now, and, already, his cock was filling again, not exactly upright yet, but definitely stirring. He rummaged around in Keith’s bag and came up with a vibrator—good sized and ribbed. Keith had picked it up as his own little Christmas gift to, well, himself. He’d imagined using it in Jubilee’s ass.
But this would be good, too. Really good.
Keith had already scoped out the potential in the bedroom they were in. One of the closets had mirrored doors that would make for good viewing. He wrapped his forearms around Juby’s belly, lifted, and took a few steps with her. He caught the look of amusement in Brody’s eyes as he did it. Jubilee’s toes had left the floor, and she’d been dangling like a really fine ornament. He guessed that made his dick a Christmas tree, and her his little angel.
An angel with a little taste for the nasty.
What came next appeared to blow her mind. It definitely blew his. While he watched, Brody filled her pussy with the vibrator. Then Brody leaned in and slid his tongue along her clit. He worked her both ways, vibrator thrusting into her pussy while he sucked and tongued her. Entranced with it, Keith started fucking her ass.
It was glorious. After a couple minutes, Keith told Brody to hit the buzzer on the vibrator, and then he could feel the pulsing of it through Juby’s cunt. The sensation of it drove him wild, and he started thrashing into her like a madman.
Brody appeared to know how to give oral. Keith could hear Juby’s excitement rise to a frenzy. Automatically, the guys matched their thrusts, cock in her ass and vibrator in her pussy fucking her in time. Wild with it, she was clutching at the back of Keith’s head, maintaining an arch of her spine that gave him access to her anus.
By then end of it, Brody was totally mashing her clit with his tongue, and he found a free hand to reach up and tweak one nipple. Fucking good and hard tweak.
She screamed and came hard like a freaking woman sex warrior. She was spastic with it, her arms grappling behind his neck and her legs flailing. Her weight was supported by the vibrator in her pussy and Keith’s cock in her ass, and she was totally gone with it.
The
searing pleasure of watching and feeling her come was too great to allow Keith to hold back his own tsunami of an orgasm. He bucked, shoving her up in the air with the force of his fucks into her. She screamed some more as he drove into her, while he howled. His cock juddered, and he blasted into her, juicy spurts of cum that were at least equivalent to what Brody had shot onto her tits.
No, it wasn’t fucking the same—a little hand job in the shower in comparison to fucking the hell out of their girl.
Brody had gone to the floor, using his body to cushion Juby, who was splayed all over him in utter collapse.
Keith was on his knees, his head smacked down on Juby’s lower back, sawing for breath like he’d just…well, like he’d just fucked his own brains out.
* * * *
Very sweetly, Brody nudged Keith aside after they’d all lain panting and exhausted for a few minutes, took Jubilee up in his arms, and carried her to the bathroom. He ran the tub for her, settled her into it, and left her for a little soothing recovery time. After a while, Keith came in and used the shower. When he was done, he wrapped a towel around his waist, sat on the edge of the tub, and kissed her.
“I remember being in that tub, with you out here looking down at me. This is better.”
Jubilee smiled into his eyes. “You were shivering like a cat left out in a blizzard and trying to hide your boner, all at the same time.”
Keith smiled back at her. “I thought maybe I’d slipped that past you. Should have known better.”
“I sure am glad you fell into that creek.”
He ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “I’d have found you, one way or another.”
His words warmed her heart, just like the bath did her skin. Kissing her again, he told her to take her time and left her to it.
When she came out of the bathroom, Keith and Brody were both lying nude on her bed. They might have been dozing, but like they had radar for her, they opened their eyes when she came to them. Their cocks went on alert, too. She spent a long moment to savoring it, these two lovely men waiting for her, then took her place between them.
Brody took her first, turning her to face him, his fingers soft on her warm skin. “I love you, Jubilee. Happy New Year.” He made love to her then, while Keith held one of her hands. Brody was gentle with it, none of the edgy, almost harrowing, wild fucking of before. Soft kisses and touches, instead, that didn’t drive her crazy but moved her crazy, almost to tears. He was over her, his weight on his elbows and his gaze locked on hers, when he brought them both to orgasm.
Then Keith did very much the same thing, taking her tenderly from Brody’s arms, starting the process all over again. Touching her, stirring her. Softly rubbing her nipples and then her clit. Not filling her until she was whispering out soft moans. Not letting go of her gaze until the last moment. Until they clutched at each other and fell over into sweet, loving pleasure.
Brody tucked the blankets up over all of them and, lover on each side, she fell asleep.
She woke a couple hours later, still warm between her men, and watched the firelight play on the ceiling over her bed. It took long moments for her to realize it wasn’t light from the fireplace in her room, but coming through the window that was over her bed.
The fire was outside, at the back of the house.
Trying not to disturb the blankets, Jubilee lifted herself stealthily over Brody, tucked him back in, and kissed away his little murmur of protest. She pushed her bare feet into her new boots, found her coat on a chair, and wrapped up in it. Then she went downstairs to the back door beside the kitchen.
Snow was falling outside, big, fat flakes that tumbled gently down in the otherwise peaceful night.
One chair was pulled up to her fire pit. One long figure sat in it, bundled up in a blanket, his feet stretched out to the circle of stones for warming. He was facing her, his gaze firmly on her as she stepped down into the yard.
Henry.
She stopped when she was alongside the fire, still a couple steps away from him.
He ran his gaze down her. Jubilee felt flakes land on her hair and her cheek, and she guessed he was thinking she made a pretty good snow fairy.
“You have anything more on under that coat than you did when you walked into my house?” he asked.
“Nope,” she said. “Even less.”
He opened one hand and let her see the white wisp of silk he held there.
“Even more less than that.”
He smiled wryly, like he was unsurprised, a bit disgruntled, and satisfied all at once.
They were silent long enough for the smile to fade. She wasn’t sure why he was there. She only hoped she knew.
“I’ve identified a problem in my life,” he finally said. He took a couple breaths before he went on. “It appears I can’t be happy without you.”
She didn’t help him out. That wasn’t all she needed to hear.
He tucked the panties into a pocket inside his coat and held his hands up, opening his arms wide. He wiggled his right fingers. “Here’s having you to myself,” he said. Then he waved his left hand, far away, the length of his arms. “This is not having you at all.” Then he wagged his right thumb, about four inches in from his fingers. “I decided sharing you with Keith and Brody is about here.”
Jubilee stayed silent, still watching.
He nodded to his right thumb. “That’s a lot better than over there.” He gestured to his left hand.
“It leaves you not quite all the way happy, though.”
He looked steadily at her. “I get my friends back. That makes up for a lot.”
Jubilee agreed.
“I hurt you, Jubilee.”
“You did.”
Henry took a breath, accepting it. “I’m sorry for it. I’ll try not to again.”
“Okay,” she said. Walking up to him then, she took the two sides to his blanket and flapped them, shaking out the snow. Leaving them open, she climbed into his lap, straddling him, and he wrapped the blanket with his arms back around her. She put her hands on his cheeks. “You know what I learned in North Carolina?”
His hands were over hers, warming them both. “What?”
“To not question what shape love takes. To take hold of it and keep holding on, every day, for as long as you can.”
He lifted up a bit to kiss her. “Sounds like a good lesson.” He kissed her some more, those soft, warm lips letting her know how he’d missed her. His arms slid down, holding her close.
“Will you sleep with me tonight?” he asked. “Indoors, maybe?”
She smiled. “How long would you have waited out here?”
“As long as it took.”
* * * *
“Jubilee?”
The name came from a couple rooms over, kind of a bellow. Henry opened a single eye, noticing that the New Year was starting out with pretty sunshine. He took it as a good omen.
His girl was in his arms, her eyes open now and a smile on her face. Also a good omen, a very good one.
They were in the spare bedroom. She’d led him there when they came in from the snow. He’d asked to sleep with her, and that was what they’d done. He’d had a long day, it was late, and he was happy as could be to just hold her as they slept, despite his significant boner. Which might have settled down overnight but was back with a vengeance right now.
“Keith,” he hollered back. “Shut the fuck up.”
There was a moment of silence.
“Henry?” Another moment passed, during which Henry figured Keith was trying to suss out why he’d woken up with Brody and not Jubilee as his bed partner. “You got our girl?”
Henry looked into Jubilee’s laughing eyes. “I got her.” He said it once quietly, to her, in heartfelt gratitude. Then louder, for the audience in the other room, and he didn’t work too hard to keep a little satisfied one-upmanship out of his voice.
“Dammit.”
That was Keith again, but Henry didn’t take the complaint all that seriously. It had b
een his buddy’s idea to share a woman, and that meant he’d have to…share. Besides, he had better things to worry about—like, whether he’d remembered to stuff a condom in his pants last night. For sure, he was on his own, without even the smallest bit of sexual paraphernalia. But he was a resourceful guy.
He kissed Jubilee, then rolled her to her back. Leaning over her, he took one of her hands and brought it to his mouth. Watching her, he raised it, kissing along the arm, and placed it over her head. He did the same with the other arm. Holding them there, he ran kisses over her face. “Remember when I tied your hands?” he asked.
Those gorgeous blue eyes were steady on his, and he was pretty sure there was a fair amount of interest in them. “I do.”
With his hands, he pressed her wrists into the bed. “Consider these virtual bindings. Leave your hands there, and don’t move.”
He set out on a mission of kissing. He trailed his lips over her hair, to her temple, her eyes, her mouth. Down her neck to nuzzle and then leave a mark. Over her clavicles and to her breasts. He moved lazily, as though he had all day, which he wished he did but probably did not, considering the other two guys in the house.
His girl was lazy, too, keeping her hands over her head as he’d instructed, letting his gentle lovemaking slowly turn her on. Her easy breaths didn’t quicken until he took a nipple into his mouth. Even then, using his lips and tongue to provoke her, he was tender.
He wanted her to know that he adored her. That he knew how to love her, not just fuck her.
Still, Jubilee was a responsive woman, and, by the time he left her breasts to move his mouth lower, she was moaning and tension thrummed through her body. He nuzzled at her navel and then lower.
With his hands at either side of her thighs, he held her legs closed. When he delved in between, he could just stroke over her clit with his tongue. It was the world and not enough at the same time, a teasing bit of torment for them both. He worked her, getting the smallest taste of her, until she strained against him and begged for more.
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