Spread Your Wings: Men in Blue, Book 4

by Jayne Rylon

“Neither.” Clint huffed hard enough to feather his short hair over his brow.

  “Then come back over here and get down to business.” Matt dared him with a soulful look. “We’ve practically been attached at the hip since the academy anyway.”

  Jambrea rewarded her boyfriend’s honesty and frank sensuality by approaching him. She cuddled against Matt, and returned his lingering touches. He allowed her to explore however she liked. So she licked her way down his chest, thrilled to have free rein over his body. Her fingers trailed along his arms, enthralled with the build and dip of his thick muscles, before clasping his hips for balance.

  By now she was bent over, teasing Clint with the full roundness of her ass. He groaned as he sidled up closer behind her, kneeling between her spread legs. His arm extended over her back to where he was connected by more than cold hard steel to the man in front of her.

  They clasped hands—Matt’s right enveloping Clint’s left.

  Her heart felt full to the brim with adoration as she peeked over her shoulder at their intersection. Their linked arms made a bridge that crossed the space between them, joining them.

  Even better would be if she were the conduit spanning the gap in another unbreakable bond. So she arched her spine and pressed backward until the hard length of Clint’s cock rode the crack of her ass.

  They both groaned. Not as loud as Matt did, though, when she licked a wet path from the base of his cock to the tip, pausing to suck on the mushroomed cap. Her jaw protested his width a bit, but she managed.

  “Are you sure you’ve got hardly any experience?” Clint squeezed her cheeks, separating them to give his cock more room to play. “You’re dangerous, wild thing.”

  “Can you imagine once she’s got some practice?” Matt’s balls drew tighter to his body when she nuzzled them before taking one of his nuts into her mouth and lightly tonguing the sphere. “Christ, you’ll kill me.”

  She might not have had a lot of hands-on experience when it came to pleasing men, but her knowledge of human anatomy was top notch. Employing all her book smarts, she lipped him then did the same on the other side, not minding at all the hefty weight of his shaft on her face as she subjected him to her experimentation.

  Any shyness she’d had about bodies or their functions had evaporated long ago. Curiosity overflowed her instead. Having not one but two men to play with—to tease and test—had her ready to go all night long if they could keep up with her rapidly expanding personal knowledge.

  While she began to nibble on the side of Matt’s shaft, gauging how much of him she could take inside, Clint made some discoveries of his own. For example, he found out that if he nudged her back entrance with the head of his cock she shivered violently.

  Maybe someday soon they’d both take her. At the same time. It’d be heaven to have Matt in her pussy—because she didn’t know if she’d ever be able to take him in the ass—while Clint filled her rear.

  She forgot what she was doing to Matt with her mouth for a moment when Clint slapped his cock against her ass, probably making her jiggle around him. That they treated her a bit more roughly pleased her. Moisture gathered between her legs as she took their lost kid gloves as a sign that they finally recognized how strong she could be, and that she was their match.

  Or maybe it was simply instinct.

  Fine with that too, she spread her legs wider. And next thing she knew, Clint was obliging her unspoken request.

  Matt held her mouth off him while Clint made his initial approach. “No need to risk a bite, wild thing.”

  She laughed until the pressure of Clint’s cockhead on her pussy turned amusement into wanton need. Backing up on him, she inserted some of his plump head into her opening. The gradual widening courtesy of his wedge-shaped tip had her gasping.

  Taking full advantage, Matt inserted his erection into her mouth once more. The initial shock of penetration past, she devoted herself to guaranteeing he didn’t feel left out because his partner got to fuck her this time around. Her tongue flicked across his frenulum. The inverted triangle of nerve-riddled flesh led straight to his head and another pleasure point. If his grunts and curses were any indication, he had no qualms with his post.

  Strong hands banded around her waist. Three of them, since Matt and Clint were forced to cooperate. The angle of Matt’s hunched body made it difficult for her to take all of his cock, though she was kind of grateful for the excuse. His girth made sucking him a workout.

  A man’s mouth would be a much more appropriate tool for this job, she thought.

  “Are you laughing?” Matt growled. “I can feel that all the way up my dick. Clint, give her something to be serious about, would you?”

  A spank caught her by surprise, turning her chuckle to a yelp. Apparently that felt good to Matt too, if the bulge of his shaft or the spurt of precome he released was a clear sign.

  Following his slap, Clint rubbed the sting from her behind as he redoubled his efforts, advancing within her clinging sheath farther and farther until she wondered how much more of him there could be. Unable to sneak a peek at his invasion given Matt’s cock pinning her, facing forward, she allowed herself to be awed by the new depths he reached on every grinding pass.

  Her thighs quivered when he snaked a hand beneath her and palmed her belly, stroking the vulnerable flesh before sliding his fingers backward toward her pussy. Clint nudged her clit, causing her to hiss around Matt’s cock, which now filled most of her mouth.

  “That’s better.” The authority in Matt’s commendation had her pussy hugging Clint’s cock even tighter.

  “She’s soaking wet.” He panted as he redoubled his efforts, retreating until he nearly fell from her strangling ring of muscles. When he plunged to the very limits of her body, he filled every bit of her.

  Both men did in their own ways.

  “Good, then you won’t hurt her if you fuck her harder.” The tensing of Matt’s fingers in her hair turned her on even more. She mewled as she suckled his hard-on. “Come on, Clint. Give her what she needs. You know you want to. Ride her. Faster. Deeper.”

  “Who the hell are you and where did you put my partner?” Clint may have been as shocked as she was at this new side of Matt, but he certainly seemed to enjoy it. He picked up the pace, choosing to obey the call of their trinity of desires, which all three of their bodies seemed to have become attuned to in record time.

  It felt so good to finally have what she needed and not be on some starvation diet, drooling over her guys from afar. She sucked harder on Matt, loving the guttural sound that fell from his chest as she treated him as well as she knew how.

  “I’ll always be your partner, Clint.” For one instant they all paused, holding their breath.

  Jambrea felt their hands shift on her back as if they linked fingers for a moment before returning their focus to her. A shockwave of joy ran through her at the idea of them meshing into one unit, closer by the minute. Clint’s unfettered arm moved beneath her, supporting her even as he stole some of her strength with deft flicks of his fingers.

  The tiny circles he rubbed over her clit guaranteed she wouldn’t last long before shattering. Sex with them was a billion times better than even the most ingenious setting on her fancy, programmable rabbit vibrator. And that was saying something.

  Sensing her impending orgasm, Clint ramped up his delivery of pleasure from both his pistoning cock and the swipes of his nimble fingers, which spread her own arousal over her swollen pussy.

  “Careful, Matt,” he warned his partner. “She’s going to tip over the edge any second.”

  The big guy in front of her cupped her chin in his hand and retreated as far as the cuffs would allow. His cock slipped from her lips though he kept her close enough to lave him.

  Unwilling to sacrifice the musky taste of him while she surrendered to the overwhelming rapture they gifted her with, she did as he soundlessly requested.

  The edges of the metal that pressed into her back only made her explosion that muc
h more powerful. With both guys supporting her, she allowed herself the freedom to feel. Clint’s cock hammered into her spasming muscles. Unrelenting, he drove her to the pinnacle then let her soar. She let the currents of their ecstasy support her as she coasted to the ground, still hungry for them. For more.

  Especially when he pulled out, leaving her to contract around empty space for the last lingering pulses of her climax. When she moaned in protest, he slapped her ass again. The fire only reignited her lust. “If I hadn’t done that, I’d have come with you and ended the fun too soon.”

  “You were going to bust already?” Matt laughed.

  “I’d like to see you last longer. She’s hot and tight and so damn perfect.” He groaned, then reintroduced his still solid erection with one continual thrust that buried him balls deep, as if he couldn’t stay away a moment longer.

  “A game for later,” the big guy agreed.

  When Jambrea could think again, she reapplied herself to pleasing Matt. She suckled the tip of his cock, then slid deeper, washing him with the flat of her tongue. The bulges made by his veins felt like a prize, rewarding her for pumping him up.

  Clint jerked when he tried to adjust his hold and was drawn up short by the cuffs.

  The reminder had her pussy squeezing him tight.

  “Why don’t you let us out of these things so we can do a better job of pleasing you?” Clint rattled his chain.

  Jambrea pulled off Matt, who groaned at the loss of heat, moisture and suction.

  “How could you already know what I enjoy most?” She wiggled her ass, thrilled when he smacked it with his free hand. Maybe Lily’s clients had something there. She wouldn’t say no to a full-on, over-the-lap spanking after tonight. “You feel so deep this way. I love it. Especially if it means I can taste Matt too.”

  “Well, who am I to deny a lady?” Clint thrust into her a little harder on his next entry.

  “I-I do have one request.” She had to try a few times to get the squeak out considering how well he fucked her. But taking advantage of his not so rhetorical question was an opportunity she didn’t intend to pass up. “If you do a good job at fulfilling it, I’ll let you guys turn the tables and restrain me the rest of the night.”

  No big sacrifice there. She’d love to see what all the fuss was about. Especially after her forays into Gunther’s Playground. It’d sure seemed like some of those trussed women had enjoyed the hell out of the experience.

  “Oh yeah, and what do you want, wild thing?” Clint asked, his voice strained and gravelly. Sexy as sin.

  “Lean over me. It’s a secret.” She nearly choked on Matt’s thick cock when she replaced it in her mouth for a few long, deep sucks. He was harder than hell. The motion of Clint’s continually rocking hips made it easy to slide her tensed lips, which covered her teeth, up and down Matt’s gargantuan shaft. The sweet taste of his precome nearly had her forgetting her devious plan.

  Until Clint whispered in her ear, “What kind of mischief are you up to, wild thing?”

  She let go of Matt and turned her face to kiss Clint deeply for a minute or two, getting lost in the bliss he granted her. Matt’s fingers tensed in her hair and his cock brushed her cheek. The twin sensations brought her back to the present.

  After a particularly bold stroke that had her crying out, she murmured in Clint’s ear, “Look how close you are to his cock. Blow his mind. Suck him. Please, let me watch. Give him a blowjob while you make love to me.”

  “I can fucking hear you!” Matt roared. His cock jumped. “Don’t kid around like that. Shit. I could shoot just thinking about it.”

  Both she and Clint chuckled, though their amusement was heavily tinged with desire.

  “Go ahead.” Jambrea put all her weight on her good arm and reached for Matt’s cock. She pointed the dripping tip at Clint.

  He licked his lips.

  “Son of a bitch,” Matt rasped. His free hand flew to his chest, pinching the hard disc of his nipple before gliding down his washboard abs. Desperate for stimulation, he provided it himself as Clint debated.

  “Show him we’re not joking. About any of it. This is serious, forever and ever stuff. If we can trust each other enough to take what we need. Come on, I’ll feed you your first taste, okay?”

  Clint balked, his shuttling hips stalling in their flawless rhythm, his cock slightly less firm than a moment ago. “What if I suck at it?”

  “That’s kind of the point.” She kissed his cheek. “I’ve never done it before either, and he seemed to like it well enough. It’s not rocket science, is it? Hell, you know what feels good to you. Do that.”

  He glanced out of the corner of his eye at her. “It’s always the innocent ones you have to watch out for.”

  “Hell yeah.” Jambrea encircled as much of Matt’s shaft as she could. She lifted his erection and aimed it toward Clint. Holding it steady, both she and Matt waited for the man buried inside her to commit.

  And he did.

  He reached out his tongue first, barely skimming through the opalescent fluid decorating Matt’s slit. The bigger guy groaned and flinched when every muscle in his torso contracted simultaneously.

  “I barely touched you!” Clint shouted, his cheeks glowing red.

  Sensing a possible meltdown, Jambrea distracted him by rocking back and reinforcing his hard-on with several short strokes of her pussy over his cock. Sheathing him fully, she swiveled her hips, loving the variety of sensations he could cause in her.

  “Sorry. It just…it shocked me.” Matt cleared his throat. “How good it felt. When I looked down and saw you, it was too much.”

  “Good, though, right?” Jambrea mediated their potentially disastrous exchange. “You mean it jolted you to see the man you’d dreamed of sucking you actually doing it.”

  “Yeah.” He fisted Clint’s hair, drawing the other man back where he belonged. “Do it again. I want you to.”

  It might be the closest to begging he’d ever come in his life. Clint knew it too. He didn’t tiptoe around this time. He opened his mouth and slurped Matt’s cock straight to the back of his throat. Though he coughed a little, he wasn’t deterred.

  As the taste of Matt must have settled on his tongue along with that fat cock, Clint reared within her. His cock twitched and stabbed deeper with every ram of his hips. Though less coordinated than he had been, the primal fucking affected her even more than his measured style had before.

  All his swag evaporated and only honest urges remained.

  “Oh. Shit.” Matt couldn’t manage more coherent responses than, “Yes!”

  Clint must have blown Matt with as much enthusiasm as he fucked her. Because it wasn’t more than a few minutes before the tree-trunk thighs in front of her began to bunch and quiver. Matt’s balls were high and tight, nestled against his body, prepared to unleash their contents in a violent outburst.

  Jambrea didn’t dare speak or break the trance Clint was in, equally dedicated to devouring his partner and filling her with relentless strokes. Instead, she triggered Matt’s demise by craning her neck enough to allow her to wriggle her tongue along the puckered skin of his scrotum.

  He bellowed their names, begged to some god for endurance, but found no help, not when she and Clint worked methodically against his restraint. They collaborated to guarantee Matt’s ecstasy.

  Though he gave a mighty effort, he soon was warning them of his imminent climax.

  Neither of them wavered from the course they were on.

  And when Matt vented his desire, it was straight down Clint’s throat.

  Clint swallowed greedily, his powerful neck flexing even as his hips pounded her, driving her forward into Matt’s abdomen until he braced one big hand on her shoulder, holding her in place for his partner to fuck even as he shuddered, grunted and called out for them to join him.

  Now that was what she called multitasking.

  As he drank every last drop of Matt’s climax, Clint began to moan. Repeatedly. He escalated to shouts t
hat matched the determined thrusting of his cock through her ever-tightening channel.

  Jambrea let her head drop. It took too much effort to keep it high when all her energy was focused on holding out so she could come with the man who’d pleased her in so many ways tonight.

  Witnessing their stalemate, Matt broke the cycle of torture they inflicted on each other. “You’re both there. Come. Together.”

  He smiled down at them, one hand bracing each of his partners, steadying them while they lost control.

  The first splash of Clint’s release seared Jambrea’s pussy. She couldn’t resist the transfusion of such pure passion. Her eyes closed as she surrendered to the moment and the pleasure battering her senses.

  “Yes. Beautiful.” Matt’s praise sounded so reverent it made her more aware of the splendor they shared. As if on autopilot, her entire body clenched in a powerful climax. Her enjoyment of the moment was enhanced by his appreciation.

  Flooding her with his come and his affection, Clint draped over her back as he pumped every last bit of himself into her with strokes that ebbed to twitches and then grinds in time to the weakening clasp of her pussy.

  Finally they both lay still as awe and gratitude mingled with the aftershocks of their orgasms. They collapsed into a pile of awkward limbs.

  “The key, Jambi?” Matt nudged her shoulder.

  She couldn’t resist. “Oh, I thought you guys had it. I must have dropped it.”

  “What?” Clint lifted his head from the small of her back and stared at her with wide eyes. They scanned the rumpled sheets but found nothing. “We’re stuck? Oh, shit. We’re going to have to explain this to Shari.”

  Jambrea couldn’t contain her laugher anymore. “Just kidding. I’ve got it right here.”

  She produced the key from her fist. The tiny piece of metal had impressed a red mark in her palm. Idly, she wondered if that might be her next tattoo. An eternal reminder that while she had the means to escape, she never wanted to flee these two men and what they had together.

  “You’re definitely getting a spanking for that later.” Matt chuckled. “When I have energy to do it properly. Maybe in like ten years or so.”