“Holy fuck.” Phillip’s curse, whispered in a tone of awe, slowly registered.
Movement on the bed. A drawer opened.
Then Jason moved, and she opened her eyes in time to see him slide a condom onto his very yummy-looking cock. He definitely shook with the effort, but Leesa knew that shaking wasn’t nerves. It was need.
Unable to form a coherent sentence, she opened her arms to him. He grinned, his wet smile letting her know what she offered was what he craved. His weight pressed her into the mattress, an unexpectedly wondrous feeling.
His condom-covered cock nudged her labia. She could feel his full body tremble and knew how much he needed her. Yet, he progressed slowly, gently, but inexorably as he rocked his hips and began his penetration.
“Oh, Jason. That feels…” She finished her sentence with a roll of her hips.
“Yeah, it does.”
The scent of her nectar, a part of her that coated his face, drew her. Never could she have imagined wanting this, but she stretched up and kissed him, her mouth wide. She tasted them both, and the flavor went straight to her clit. Jason wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. Then he took over their kiss, giving her their flavor as he began to thrust.
He plundered, and she helped, because the friction of his cock entering her, over and over, made everything right and splendid.
The shivers and quivers and thrusts melded into one action, one hell of a sexy sauce, and Leesa let the thinking part of her rest. She moved and she clutched and she strove. He lifted his mouth from hers, and repositioned his hips, changing his angle slightly. Leesa held him tighter and bathed Jason’s neck with tiny mews.
“Oh, Leesa, yes!”
She felt him stiffen, in her arms and in her pussy. The strength of his cock’s convulsion within her, and the added heat of his ejaculate in the condom that now pressed against her cervix as he emptied himself deep inside her, sent her over the top once more.
Her orgasm, deeper than the last, deeper and more all-consuming, clutched her tight and held her as wave after wave of throbbing thrills cascaded over her entire body. She held Jason close, as he held her, and together, they quivered and shivered and soared, the shared climax binding them, fusing them, but not them alone.
Leesa felt Phillip there, beside them, felt his sense of wonder and joy, and knew, in a way that defied logic, that he’d felt their rapture and now joined in their satiation.
* * * *
I damn near came myself, just watching them.
Pure joy blossomed deep inside Phillip. What he’d suspected about himself a couple of years before, as his father had related their family history and the story of Lusty Texas—the same story, his dad had sworn, that his own father had told him—had just been proven in absolute, stark terms.
Phillip Benedict was meant to share his wife with his best friend.
It was going to be the hardest thing to not speak that thought aloud. It was too soon for either Leesa or Jason to mention a lifetime together. But that was all right. Phillip could be patient now that he knew what he’d pined for was possible.
From their conversations about Leesa before that day a couple weeks ago, when she’d shown up on their front porch, Jason had acknowledged his attraction and a pull to see if this lifestyle would fill some of his needs, too. J. Coop had confessed he’d felt incomplete and that secretly he, too, had wondered.
Now, his best friend sighed and raised himself just slightly. His face looked peaceful, satisfied as he smiled down at Leesa. Then his gaze met Phillip’s.
He looks like a man whose eyes have finally been opened.
Phillip was so happy he thought he’d burst. Jason looked down at Leesa again. He bent low and kissed her. “I think Phillip needs you, sweetheart.”
Leesa looked over at him. It pleased him more than he could say that the trace of hesitation he’d read in her gaze immediately evaporated.
“Do you need me, Phillip?”
“Endlessly.” He shook with the need to share everything he was feeling. But this really wasn’t the time. He wasn’t the important one in this bed at the moment. He was already convinced this was right and forever. This sight was one he’d be seeing for the rest of his life. He knew that as fact, and that fact, for him, went down to the bone.
“I’ll be right back.” Jason gave her another short kiss then eased himself off her body.
Phillip didn’t waste any time.
“Come here, love.” As she moved toward him, he reached out for her. Lifting her, he set her on himself. The silky slide of her legs as she straddled him sent a wonderful thrill coursing through his body.
It had been a struggle donning the condom, as he’d been rapt in their lovemaking, but seeing Leesa’s eyes widen as she realized he had indeed protected her made that struggle well worth the effort.
“I’ve never…”
The light pink that tinged her cheeks sent conflicting emotions through him. On the one hand, it pleased him that this first time of hers would be with him. On the other, he wanted to pound on that miserable excuse for a man Leesa had been married to.
Keep it just the three of us in this bed and keep it light.
He didn’t need anyone to tell him that his woman needed every tender care right now. So he gave her a smile that felt tender. “Just like riding a horse, sweetheart.”
“Well, you’re certainly hung like one. You both are.”
Phillip’s bark of laughter jiggled her, and he put his hands on her waist to keep her from falling over.
“Ooh, a bucking bronc!” Leesa thickened her slight Texas accent.
Jason was laughing as he joined them on the bed. He stretched out on their right, his attention on them both. Phillip shot him a quick glance, needing to be certain of one thing.
And wanted to slap the ceiling, because he’d never seen his best friend look so relaxed or so happy. Jealousy was nowhere on him.
Phillip met Leesa’s gaze. He lifted her just slightly. “Reach down and put my cock at the entrance to your pussy, baby. Take me in. Fuck me.”
Her smoky gaze and the sultry grasp of her hand on his condom-covered cock shot his horniness just about as high as it could go. Praying he didn’t come on the first downstroke, he lowered her again. The clasp of her hot, tight cunt damn near set him off.
“Ride me.”
Leesa placed her hands on his chest and began to move. He released her waist and let her set the pace. He might have thought he’d be unable to stop himself, but understanding her, knowing this was a first, and that his ceding control to her was a gift long overdue, he was able to do just that.
“You feel so fucking good.” He’d needed to give her those words. He had the sense her ex had left her feeling inadequate when it came to sex. So not the truth!
“It feels so good, fucking.”
“Saucy wench.” Phillip couldn’t control his grin, and it pleased him more than he could say that Leesa apparently felt the same.
And then, as she moved, as he felt Jason’s attention on them, on that spot where they joined, the humor fled, and hunger grew.
Over and over, again and again, Leesa rose and fell, rose and fell, and the hot stroking of her tunnel on his cock took him to places he’d never known existed. This was more, far, far, more than mere sex. He shivered and quelled the masculine need to take back that control by placing his hands on her breasts. Her nipples turned enticingly hard. Unwilling to resist this temptation, Phillip captured those pretty buds between his thumbs and forefingers. Knowing she would love it, he pinched and tugged and was immediately rewarded by a tiny gush of nectar from his lover.
“So good, honey. So damn good.”
Her reaction to his praise, a kind of stunned joy, just made him even more determined to focus on her, on her pleasure and her needs.
Leesa’s sexy smile went straight to his balls. He felt the quiver in her arms as she tried to keep her pace measured. He kept his focus on her. Her gaze flickered, and she licked her l
ips. Then, her voice a strained whisper, she said, “Please.”
Phillip released her breasts, clasped her waist and pulled her down, hard. Oh yes, she likes that. He moved, lifting his hips as he brought her down again and again. He felt the depth of his thrust and could see by the way her gaze became an unfocused glaze that she was close. Her inner muscles grabbed at his cock. Phillip grunted, holding off his own pleasure until Leesa’s eyes closed and her body convulsed. Then he let go, thrusting hard and fast and finally holding her close, so close, as his balls exploded, sending stream after stream of his seed into the condom.
For a moment, just a tiny heartbeat of time, he wished the condom away. That thought, and what it meant, reignited his libido with an explosion that rocked him to his soul. He came harder, and longer, than he had ever come before.
And tasted, in the ecstasy, the flavor of destiny.
Chapter Ten
“How are you doing there, sweetheart?”
Was that humor or smugness in Jason’s tone? Leesa mentally shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. She didn’t mind either way. The fact that practically any motion on her part had to be performed mentally was proof that she certainly had no cause for complaint.
Leesa had just experienced three orgasms in just under an hour and a half. And not just her usual do-it-yourself insipid little pop orgasms, either. No, they’d been full-out, Fourth of July fireworks orgasms. Bold and bright and beautiful.
Until this night, she’d never known that having sex—no, that making love—could be so damn good. She suddenly understood how people could lose their heads and their common sense due to love. I finally get it.
Leesa sighed. She really needed to work on getting out of her own head more. “I don’t think I could be doing any better, Jason, thank you.” She’d been almost certain that the heat from the Jacuzzi would have finished the job her lovers had begun and put her right to sleep.
With her eyes still closed, she let herself relish being between her lovers. Her hands clasped firmly in theirs gave her a sense of being completely safe. She’d thought that the moment they’d submerged themselves in this wondrous tub. She’d known she could go to sleep and they’d keep her safe.
How nice, though, that I’m not dozing off.
“Hmm. A full sentence, complete with a comma. Was I right about your catching a second wind, sweetheart?” Phillip asked.
“Mmm.” She was feeling a bit more awake, a little recovered, and a lot better than she could remember feeling, ever. “I do believe you were.”
“Is it enough of a second wind that you’d be agreeable to trying something new?”
That one sentence, delivered so close and in Jason’s yummy sex-god of a voice, was enough to light her fires to a full, hungry roar.
She’d thought she’d come out with some audacious, very bawdy comment in response. But what emerged was not that, at all. “Yes, please.”
Both men chuckled. It amazed her that she didn’t feel as if she was being laughed at. Instead, she felt as if she was being…praised.
Jason lifted her hand out of the water and brought it to his lips. “Is it the hot tub that encouraged that submissive tone, sweets, or us?”
“You. Most definitely you.”
“Perfect.”
Jason leaned over and put a kiss on her lips then got out of the tub. She had no idea what would happen next, but that was more than fine. She really did want them to be in charge of whatever “something new” would turn out to be.
“Come here, Leesa. Straddle me, knees on the bench, back straight.”
Phillip tugged on her hand, and she positioned herself as he asked. She felt his breath on her belly and his hands on her hips. The water in the tub wasn’t very high above the bench. The cool air of the room and the hot air of Phillip’s breath combined made her shiver. One part chill and two parts anticipation. I like it.
Jason stepped in front of her at the same instant that Phillip slid down. His mouth covered her pussy as Jason inched closer and stroked his cock.
“Put both hands on the side of the tub and suck me off, woman.”
An arrogant, even macho demand, one that she wouldn’t have ever believed she’d welcome, had just made her nipples peak and her juices flow. Thought became disjointed, and she hummed—in response to the sensation of Phillip eating her and the prospect of her doing exactly what Jason commanded.
She leaned forward, and he pushed forward. Then she opened her mouth and drew his hot, hard cock inside.
Leesa loved the sensation of his flesh within the cavern of her mouth. Somehow, she felt…womanly. Whole. Then thought completely disintegrated, and Leesa became a woman of sensation, a physical, earthy woman.
“Oh, yes. Leesa, yes! So damn good.” Jason sucked in a breath. His praise coated her, encouraged her.
She sucked as she stroked Jason’s shaft with her tongue, even as Phillip used his lips and tongue to gobble her down. She took, and she gave, and she enjoyed every single aspect of this moment. She loved the feeling of Jason’s hands on her head and Phillip’s on her hips as he focused his attention on her. She loved the light, teasing taste of Jason’s precum as she coaxed it from him. She shivered as the sweet zing of arousal grew and grew and as the deeply feminine pleasure of this intimate service given to one lover and received of another sent a uniquely different sort of pleasure through her.
Her hips began to bounce, just slightly, and the force of Phillip’s hands holding her still, holding her close to his face, became the fuse that burned, bringing her closer and closer still to climax.
“I’m close, baby. Will you drink me down?”
She hummed around Jason’s cock, and his low curse thrilled her. Her own orgasm was so close she thought her entire body vibrated with it. But she put every bit of her attention on Jason, on pleasing him. She began to draw deeply on him, as if she could suck his seed right out of his body.
“Leesa!”
His grip on her tightened as the first stream of his cum hit the back of her throat. His was a strong, savory flavor, a taste both unique and compelling. Her scream as she came, muted, seemed to add more force to Jason’s ejaculations. All she could do was swallow and shiver and trust the men holding her, surrounding her, to keep her safe.
On and on, stream after stream and wave upon wave of pleasure, given and received, filled her reality, the rapture somehow bigger and more substantial than any that had come before.
Jason stroked the side of her face, and she released him. Every bit of strength left her body, but Phillip had her. He moved her and cradled her. On his lap, surrounded by his heat, she responded to the scent of her own essence on his face and lifted hers for his kiss.
He covered her mouth, and she drank them both, this new taste subtly different than the one she’d shared with Jason.
And somehow, this tiny drink was a perfect final note for her recent banquet.
She sprawled against Phillip, her second wind finally depleted. The sound of his heartbeat, fast and strong beneath her ear, became a soothing rhythm, like a lullaby. She felt movement—and not just the movement of his getting them out of the tub. She felt the steady and insistent tug of sleep. Leesa frowned, knowing she should open her eyes. Their carrying her was one thing, but shouldn’t she at least dry herself off?
“Just sleep, love,” Phillip said. “We’ll take care of you.”
That sounded like an excellent idea. “’Kay.” Leesa sighed and simply let the slumber take her.
* * * *
Jason was getting used to having any number of people—family, all—either stop by and say hello or just sit right down at the table with them whenever he and Phillip visited Lusty Appetites. Once he realized how eager Phillip had been to meet as many people as possible, Jason had relaxed some, and maybe even begun to look forward to who’d take a seat with them next.
They’d just sat down, after kissing Leesa as she headed into the kitchen. She would be closing again tonight—and coming back to th
e house with them afterward.
He and Phillip had decided to have lunch then head into Waco. They wanted to furnish the downstairs bedroom, currently empty, as an in-home office. They didn’t have any face-to-face meetings planned for the next month, but neither of them felt they wanted to go that long being strictly “on vacation,” either.
The larger truth was that neither of them was ready to head back to New York.
Two older men came into the restaurant just as Jason was settling into his chair. As the men looked around, Jason put names to the faces. Craig and Jackson Jessop. The two men’s names had seemed familiar when Jason had first heard them the week before when they’d met. He hadn’t yet been able to place exactly why. Likely just because we’ve met so many people in the last couple of weeks. The darker-haired man, Craig, met Jason’s gaze, nodded, and touched his brother on the arm.
Both men grinned and headed right on over.
“May we join you?”
Because the gentlemen were about the age of their parents, both he and Phillip had stood as they’d approached.
“We’d be honored,” Phillip said.
“Hey, Uncle Craig, Uncle Jackson!” Ginny Kendall followed close, menus in hand.
“Good afternoon, Ginny.” Craig Jessop kissed the woman on her cheek. “You’re looking well and happy. How are the kids doing?”
“Marty and Nicky are absolutely loving being in first grade, and Ben is relishing his role as older brother at school.”
“Halfway through first grade already! They grow fast,” Jackson said.
“They really do. I’ve decided to put in more hours here while the boys are in school, so we’re all happy. Are all y’all having tea?”
It hadn’t taken either Jason or his cousin long to decide the sweet tea served at Lusty Appetites was the best they’d ever had.
“Sounds good,” Jason said. Phillip and the uncles agreed, and Ginny headed off to get their drinks.
“What do you see that looks good?” Jackson Jessop asked. “Everything is good, mind you, but there are one or two dishes that your Leesa makes that I especially like.”
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