Undeniably Theirs (Book Three)

by Ramona Gray

  Despite how wet she was, despite the ease with which she’d taken Ian’s equally impressive dick earlier, she was still nervous, and she wanted to control the pace.

  “No.” Jackson relaxed on his back before patting his lap. “Climb on, gorgeous.”

  She smiled and straddled him. She grasped his cock and made a few long, firm strokes. Jackson groaned before pushing her hand away. “Sweetheart, I need to fuck you. Right now.”

  She rose up on her knees. Like Ian, Jackson helped lift her a little, the muscles in his biceps bulging. She grasped his cock and pressed the wide head against her opening. He slid in and she made a low moan of pleasure as she slowly sank down over his entire length.

  “So good,” she moaned.

  “I want you to come on my cock, honey. Will you do that for me?” Jackson reached up and cupped her breast.

  “Yes,” she panted. “Yeah, I’d really like that.”

  He grinned at her and she gave him a shy smile before bracing her hands on his chest. He met each of her strokes with a hard thrust of his hips.

  “Don’t come, okay?” She couldn’t stop the plea from slipping out. “I’ll be quick, don’t come.”

  “I won’t,” Jackson groaned. “Just fuck me, honey. Fuck me nice and hard.”

  She did as he asked, bouncing up and down as he thrust into her. His cock felt as good as Ian’s, and she let her head fall back, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling as Jackson gave her every inch of his cock.

  She lost track of how long he let her ride him, she forgot about Ian watching them fuck, she didn’t care about anything but taking want she wanted from her. What only Jackson could give her.

  She dug her nails into his chest and ground herself down on his hard cock. “Oh God, that’s good,” she whispered. “That’s so good. I think, I think I …”

  Her second orgasm was as intense as her first. She cried out, her knees squeezing into his hips as her pussy squeezed around his cock. Jackson moaned a curse and his fingers dug into her hips as he pumped hard and fast. He made another harsh cry and she stared down at him, her body trembling and her pussy milking his dick as he came.

  He stroked her thighs with shaking hands and she leaned forward and rested her forehead against his chest. His harsh breath ruffled her hair and he stroked her braid. “God, Chloe, that was so good.”

  “It was,” she agreed. She slid off of him and as he removed the condom and threw it into the wastebasket next to the bed, she suddenly remembered Ian. She whipped her head to the left, suddenly weirdly certain that he would be gone.

  He wasn’t. He was still sitting in the chair, still rubbing his cock, and the look of intense need on his face made her body react. Her pussy squeezed uselessly around nothing and a wave of longing washed over her. She wouldn’t come again, her body was too sensitive, but she wanted Ian inside of her with a desperation she didn’t quite understand.

  “Ian,” she whispered. “I want you too.”

  “It’s fine.” His voice was hoarse, his face a little crazed looking as he stared at her naked body and stroked his dick. “Next time, baby.”

  “No, now,” she said.

  He hesitated, but when Jackson reached into the nightstand and pulled out another condom, Ian stood and quickly undressed. He joined them at the bed, but when she started to sit up, he shook his head and pressed her lightly onto her back.

  “I want to be on top,” she said.

  “Not this time, baby.”

  “Ian, I…” she glanced at Jackson. He was stretched out on his side on the far side of the bed, his head propped up in one hand, and he gave her a lazy smile.

  “Trust him, Chloe. He won’t hurt you.”

  She licked her lips before relaxing against the bed and opening her legs enough for Ian to kneel between them. She reached for Jackson’s hand. “Don’t leave, okay?”

  “I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.”

  She had a moment to think about how incredibly ironic it was that the thought of Jackson leaving while Ian fucked her was upsetting, before the head of Ian’s dick pushing at her entrance snapped her attention back to him.

  “Open your legs, Red. Let me in.”

  She let her legs drop open wide, shuddering with pleasure when Jackson’s big, warm hand rubbed her inner thigh briefly. “That’s a good girl, Chloe. Ian’s going to make you come so hard, honey.”

  She stared up at Ian. She wouldn’t come, and she hoped it didn’t upset him. He smiled down at her as he propped himself up on his hands above her. His cock probed and pressed and then he was filling her up, stretching her inner walls even though she’d just taken Jackson.

  “Fuck,” Ian hissed out air between his teeth. “She’s so goddamn tight.”

  “She is,” Jackson said. “Tight and wet.”

  Ian pressed in more. Despite having taken him once before, she was weirdly nervous about him fitting. She pressed her knees against his hips and he shook his head. “No, baby. Wide open for me. Right now.”

  She immediately let her legs drop open again. He smiled his approval and with a low grunt, sheathed himself entirely. She squirmed at the thick invasion as her pussy tried to adjust again.

  Jackson’s hand cupped her breast, his long fingers playing with her nipples. “Relax, honey.”

  Her back arched and she clutched at Ian’s naked back when Jackson pinched her nipple. It sent pleasure straight down to her pussy and she made a little squeal of surprise.

  Jackson soothed her nipple with the ball of his thumb before moving his hand away. She stared up at Ian as he made a few slow and gentle thrusts. “Are you good?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”

  He smiled at her and she clenched around him when he began a quick and steady pace. He thrust in and out, each thick slide of his cock sending fresh pleasure through her body. To her complete and utter shock, she could feel a third orgasm starting. Unlike the first two, this one was a slow and gradual ascent into pleasure.

  As Ian thrust harder and faster, she wrapped her legs around his waist, resting her feet against the back of his thighs. She cupped his upper arms, her hands squeezing the hard muscles there as she met each of his thrusts. Her orgasm drew closer, and she gasped and bit down on her bottom lip when it washed over her in gentle, rhythmic waves that made her body tremble.

  “You look fucking gorgeous when you come, Chloe.”

  Jackson’s low murmur of approval made her reach for him with one hand. He held her hand as she stared up at Ian. His eyes were closed and he made a low groan before thrusting deep and staying there. She watched his face as he came, loving the look of pure bliss on his face.

  She’d done that to him. She’d brought him and Jackson as much pleasure as they’d brought her, and she was weirdly proud of herself. She made a soft grunt of pain when Ian collapsed on top of her.

  “Jesus, Ian, don’t crush her, dickhead.” Jackson was shoving at Ian’s arm. The big man rolled off of her and Jackson pulled her to the middle of the bed. Ian stretched out beside her, panting harshly and staring at the ceiling as Jackson pressed a kiss against Chloe’s mouth.

  “You okay, Chloe?”

  She nodded and glanced at Ian. “Are you guys, uh, okay? I mean, was it good for you?”

  “Fucking amazing,” Ian said hoarsely. He slipped off the condom and chucked it into the wastebasket.

  “What he said,” Jackson said with a low laugh.

  “Good. Um, should I leave now?” Chloe wasn’t exactly sure what the rules were when it was just about the sex and nothing more. She was pretty certain though that sleeping over wasn’t part of the deal.

  “You are not leaving this bed.” Ian scowled at her.

  “What Ian means to say is that we would love it if you spent the night. If you want to stay with us.” Jackson gave Ian a hard look when Ian opened his mouth.

  Ian shut his mouth with a snap as Chloe gave him a tentative look. “If you’re sure.”

  “We are.” Jackson pressed
a kiss against her forehead. “Are you thirsty?”

  “A little.”

  “I’ll get you some water.” Ian stood up and headed for the door. He paused in the doorway and said, “You’re spending the night, Chloe. No arguments.”

  He left as Jackson made a low groan and threw one of the pillows at him. “Jesus, Ian, you can’t go all fucking caveman on her.”

  He grinned at Chloe before kissing the tip of her nose. “You’ll have to excuse Ian. Sometimes he thinks being a cop gives him the right to tell the rest of us what to do.”

  Chloe smiled and didn’t object when Jackson tugged her up against his warm body. “That’s okay. I’m glad you want me to spend the night.”

  Jackson pressed a kiss against her forehead and she snuggled closer to him. God, it felt so right to be in his arms.

  When Ian returned five minutes later with not only water, but some fruit as well, she was sitting up against the headboard, tucked under the covers with Jackson on her right. Ian handed Jackson the tray before sliding into the bed on her left. She helped him arrange the pillow behind his back as Jackson opened a bottle of water and handed it to her.

  She drank some water, and Jackson held out the strawberries. “Do you like strawberries?”

  “Love them.” She popped one into her mouth.

  “How are you feeling?” Ian drank some water before resting one big hand on her thigh.

  “Fantastic.” She ate another strawberry before giving him a cheeky smile. “I came three times. Three times!”

  Jackson laughed. “We remember.”

  “I’ve never come three times before. Usually I can barely come once. You guys have magic dicks.”

  Shit, her high from her orgasms was making her stupid.

  “Uh, sorry.”

  “For what?” Ian rubbed her thigh.

  “I’m talking like an idiot.”

  “You’re not.” Jackson ate a strawberry.

  “I really enjoyed it,” she said.

  “We did too.” Jackson kissed her forehead before popping another strawberry into his mouth.

  They finished the fruit and their water in companionable silence. She leaned against the headboard staring at Ian’s big hand on her thigh. When Jackson took her hand and squeezed it, she smiled up at him.

  “Chloe, have you had anal sex before?”

  “Jackson,” Ian said. “you can’t just open up with that. Jesus.”

  Chloe’s face was bright red, but she shook her head. “No, uh, I haven’t. I’m sorry.”

  Jackson smiled at her. “No need to apologize. Is it something you’d like to try?”

  “Honestly, I’ve never really given it all that much thought. My previous partner never asked me for it and, so…”

  She swallowed hard. “But, I guess if I’m going to be with both of you, that’s something I have to do.”

  “No,” Jackson said, “you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. There are other things we can do together. But, it’s good to be open and have honest communication about what each person likes or doesn’t like.”

  “Well, I don’t know if I like it or not,” Chloe said, “but…”

  “But, what, Red?” Ian squeezed her thigh reassuringly.

  “I’ve seen threesomes in, uh, porn, where the guys take her both at once and it looks…painful. They’re always so rough and I don’t want things wrecked down there.”

  “It wouldn’t be like that,” Ian said. “Jackson would be gentle.”

  She stared up at Jackson. “So, it would be you who, um…”

  “Generally, yes,” Jackson said. “Sometimes we switch it up. But I promise we wouldn’t hurt you and we wouldn’t be rough. I’ll go slow and at the pace you need.”

  Chloe stared at the water bottle in her hand as Ian rubbed her thigh again. “You can think about it for as long as you need, Chloe. Okay? It isn’t something you have to answer right away and if the answer is no, that isn’t a problem.”

  She glanced at Jackson who nodded and said, “It won’t be an issue if your answer is no. I promise.”

  “My answer isn’t no,” she said. “I want to at least try.”

  She could see the delight on Jackson’s face and any lingering doubt disappeared. Ian rubbed her thigh. “Red, you don’t have to say yes because you think that’s what we want to hear.”

  “I’m not,” she said. “I appreciate your concern, but I wouldn’t do something I’m not comfortable with doing just to make two dudes I’m having sex with, happy. I want to try it.”

  Jackson cupped her face and turned her toward him. He pressed a kiss against her mouth. “Thank you, honey.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  He kissed her again, this one slow and thorough. It brought on a new wave of lust and she arched her back when Jackson tugged down the covers and cupped her bare breast. He flicked at her hardening nipple with his thumb as he explored her mouth.

  The feel of Ian’s warm mouth on her back sent shivers up and down her spine. She moaned into Jackson’s mouth as Ian pressed up against her. His cock was hard against her lower back and he slipped his hand under the covers and traced his rough fingers up and down one bare thigh.

  When Jackson released her mouth, she turned her head, wanting Ian’s kisses. He kissed her, sucking on her bottom lip as Jackson bent his head and sucked on her nipple. She leaned against Ian’s hard chest, spreading her legs eagerly when Ian pulled on her thigh. He rubbed her clit in lazy circles as he watched Jackson lick her nipples into hard buds.

  She clutched at Jackson’s head. “So, uh, you have lubrication for the, um, anal sex, right?”

  He lifted his head and smiled at her. “Yes, but I’m not fucking your ass tonight, Chloe.”

  “I’m fine with it,” she said. “I mean, I’m willing to try and…ohhh.”

  Ian had given her clit a delightful little pinch and she suddenly forgot what she was saying.

  Jackson tugged on both her nipples. “Not tonight, honey. You need to be stretched first and that’ll take at least a few days.”

  “How-how will you stretch…oh my God, Ian!” She squirmed against him when he pushed his thick finger inside of her. “Oh God, that’s good.”

  “With my fingers and with plugs.” Jackson licked around one throbbing nipple before sucking hard on it.

  Chloe moaned happily when Ian rubbed her clit with his thumb. Jackson was still lavishing attention on her breasts, and she was completely overwhelmed by their touch and their scent and the warmth of their bodies. A girl could get used to this threesome thing very easily.

  “Is she wet, Ian?”

  Ian groaned. “So fucking wet. She’s more than ready for your cock.”

  She whined in disappointment when Jackson moved away.

  “Shh, Red,” Ian said. “Come here.”

  He pushed the covers to the bottom of the bed before spreading his legs. “Kneel between my legs, baby.”

  She did what he asked, kneeling between his thighs and feeling a remarkable lack of self-consciousness about her nudity. Ian found her beautiful. She knew he did. She stared at his thick cock. It rose up proudly from a nest of dark hair and she licked her lips as Ian reached out and tugged on the end of her braid.

  “Unbraid your hair.”

  She yanked the hair elastic out, tossed it on the nightstand, and quickly unbraided her hair. Ian made a soft noise of approval. “Come here, baby.”

  She leaned forward, letting her breasts brush against his chest as he threaded his hand through her hair. He kissed her hard, angling his mouth over hers and forcing her mouth wide as he thrust his tongue between her lips. The head of his cock rubbed against her flat belly and she could feel his precum smearing across her skin.

  He tugged her head back by her hair, running his thumb over her swollen bottom lip before smiling at her. “You’re going to be a good girl and suck my cock, Chloe.”

  “Yes, Ian,” she replied.

  His nostrils flared, and he kissed
her hard on the mouth again before leaning back against the headboard. She kissed across his chest, stopping to tease one flat nipple with her tongue. Ian growled and tugged on her hair. “My cock, now.”

  She wanted to tease and tempt, but the command in Ian’s voice had her scooting back until her mouth was hovering over his cock. Still on her knees between his legs, she rested one hand on the bed next to his hip and gripped the base of his cock with the other.

  He inhaled sharply at her touch and she smiled up at him before sliding her mouth down over his dick. When the head of his cock touched the back of her throat, she tightened her lips around him and sucked hard as she dragged her mouth back to the tip.

  Ian hissed out a breath and when his hand tangled in her hair, she glanced up at him again. “Does it feel good, Ian?”

  “So good, baby. You have no fucking idea. Keep sucking.”

  She glanced to her left. Jackson was standing next to the bed, his cock in his hand and he gave her a hungry look. “Suck his cock, honey. Right now.”

  She took his cock into her mouth again, hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard before tracing the ridge with tip of her tongue. Ian was moaning and panting, his hips rising up with every tug of her mouth. His hands were in her hair, holding it back from her face, and she loved the way it felt when he guided her mouth back and forth over his dick.

  Her pussy was throbbing, and she reached between her legs, gasping when Ian gave her hair a particularly sharp yank. He pulled her mouth off his dick and shook his head. “No, baby. We’re responsible for your orgasms. You don’t touch yourself unless we say you can.”

  “Please, Ian.” She licked her swollen lips.

  “No,” he repeated. “Keep your hands away from your pussy or I’ll spank you, Red.”

  Fresh wetness dripped out of her pussy. Holy shit, was she turned on by that?

  “Suck,” Ian said. He wasn’t gentle when he pushed her mouth back down over his cock and a small part of her was thrilled by it. She sucked on his cock, trying to ignore her urge to rub her clit. She gripped Ian’s thigh instead, digging her fingers into it as she sucked and licked.

  When she felt Jackson’s hands grab her hips, she lifted her head. Ian let go of her hair and she stared at Jackson over her shoulder, one hand still gripping the base of Ian’s dick.