by Ramona Gray
“You’re lying,” Jackson said dully. “Don’t do that, Ian. Don’t lie to me.”
Ian sighed. “Look, I haven’t even come close to finding someone yet and besides, who the fuck is going to put up with me long term? I barely talk, I’m grumpy as shit most of the time, and I’m only two steps above being a goddamned hermit. Half the time I can’t even get women to sleep with me unless you’re there charming them, so you’re fucking worrying for nothing.”
“That’s bullshit, and you know it,” Jackson said. “You can get a woman on your own. You got Chloe, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, because like I told you, I was in the right place at the right time. She was upset and wanted a distraction. The only reason we’re sleeping with her now is because of you and your charm.”
“Not true,” Jackson said.
“Whatever. The point is, I may want a wife and kids, but it’s doubtful it’ll happen for me. So, you can stop worrying about never fucking a woman again, all right?”
“It’ll happen eventually,” Jackson said. “And now if it doesn’t, that’ll be my fault. Because you feel sorry for your bitchass friend, who suddenly can’t fuck a woman without his best friend there to hold his hand.”
“Since when did we start holding hands when we fuck a woman?” Ian said. “I mean, if you want to hold hands, I’ll give it a try but…”
“Shut up, dickhead,” Jackson said.
Ian grinned at him. “Listen, obviously you’ve got some fucking weird shit happening in your brain. And that’s okay. We’ll figure out together how to fix you so you can bang a woman when you’re with me and on your own, all right? And if we can’t fix you, then I’ll have you committed. Easy-fucking-peasy.”
“Nice pep talk, Coach,” Jackson said.
“You’re welcome.” Ian reached across the table and punched him in the shoulder. “In the meantime, we’ll keep doing what we do best – fucking women together. Okay?”
“Yeah, okay. I’m sorry for fucking up your life, man.”
“Hey, look at me.”
He stared at Ian who shook his head. “You haven’t fucked up my life, Jackson. I can’t imagine not having you in my life and you will always be a part of it. I promise. Maybe we need to find a woman who will love us both and accept us as a package deal.”
“Yeah, because it’s so easy to find a woman who wants to live with and fuck two men for the rest of her goddamn life.”
Ian shrugged. “She might be out there. We just need to find her.”
“You want it to be Chloe, don’t you?”
Ian didn’t reply, and Jackson leaned forward. “I know you do.”
“Yeah, maybe. I know we haven’t known her long, but…”
“There’s something special about her.”
“There is,” Ian replied.
“She doesn’t want a relationship with us,” Jackson said.
“Yeah, she’s made that clear.”
“Hell, after tonight, she probably won’t have anything to do with us at all.”
“Which is why you and I are going over to her place with gifts of Chinese food and,” Ian studied the open pink box still on the table, “a butt plug, and you’re going to get on your fucking knees and beg her to forgive you.”
“I don’t want her to know about my…issue. It’s embarrassing.”
“Then you’d better come up with something good for why you acted the way you did,” Ian said.
Jackson sighed, and Ian reached over and squeezed his shoulder. “It’ll be okay, man. I promise.”
* * *
Jackson was nervous. Ian could see it in the tense way he pushed the button to Chloe’s apartment, in the small lines around his eyes. He shifted the bag of Chinese food to his other hand and squeezed Jackson’s shoulder.
He was more freaked out by Jackson’s confession than he let on. Everything Jackson had said about Ian wanting to start a family was true – shit, sometimes he hated that he was so transparent to him – but knowing now that Jackson was struggling with the idea of them living separate lives, was making his own stress levels rise.
He understood and could sympathize with him. Hell, he wanted and preferred to have the two of them with a woman together as well, but the stuff he’d told Jackson was nothing more than platitudes to help him stop freaking the fuck out.
Finding a woman who would accept both of them for the rest of her life would be impossible. Which meant he would either need to sacrifice his own happiness or watch as his best friend spent the rest of his life miserable.
Fuck, what a goddamn mess. He had no fucking idea what to do.
You have to do what you said and help Jackson with his problem. Talk to Chloe. You’ve never seen Jackson this into a woman before. If anyone could help him, it would be her. Right?
Yeah, maybe. But that would mean telling Chloe what was wrong, and Jackson didn’t want to do that.
If you don’t tell her, you won’t even have a chance at fixing Jackson.
That was true. Jackson really was into Chloe. He’d told Ian about walking in on Chloe and Mark hugging in the office. His jealousy had been obvious. Hell, Ian was jealous just hearing about it. He didn’t want any man touching Chloe but him and Jackson.
She’s the one for you. You know that.
He ignored his inner voice. Even if he did think Chloe was the one – which was ridiculous considering he had known her for less than two weeks – he could never do that to Jackson. Not now. Not when he knew how much he was struggling. Asking Chloe to consider being more serious with only him wasn’t something he could even fathom doing. He might be falling for her, but he could never hurt Jackson like that.
“Hello?” Chloe’s voice drifted out of the intercom.
Jackson gave him a nervous look. “Hi, it’s Jackson. I’m so sorry.”
There was silence and Ian could almost see Jackson deflating. He squeezed his shoulder again, but before he could say anything to Chloe, the door buzzed. Jackson pulled it open and gave him a look of relief.
“Thank fucking God.”
Chloe had the door to her apartment open and was standing in the hallway when they got off the elevator. Jackson walked rapidly toward her and Ian watched as he pulled her into his arms and picked her up. She returned his hug as he kissed her neck.
“I’m sorry, Chloe.”
“It’s okay. I should have respected your boundaries and -”
“No, I felt weird about starting without Ian. I want you. I want you so much.”
Chloe smiled at Ian over Jackson’s shoulder. “I want you too. I want both of you. Come inside.”
She giggled a little when Jackson carried her into the apartment instead of setting her down. She tapped his shin lightly with her foot. “I can walk, you know.”
“Yeah, I know.” Jackson set her on her feet but kept his arm around her.
Ian held up the bag of food. “Are you ready to eat, Red?”
She shook her head. “I’m not hungry. Let’s just go to my bedroom, okay?”
Ian frowned. “You need to eat, baby.”
“I will later. Please, Ian. I need you.”
His resolve wavered and disappeared completely when Chloe stepped in close and wrapped her arms around his waist. She pressed a kiss against his chest. “Please, Ian. I’ll put the food in the fridge for now, okay?”
“All right.”
Chloe took the bag of food and disappeared into the kitchen. He removed his jacket and boots as Jackson did the same. Jackson was holding the small gift box in his right hand, but Chloe didn’t seem to notice when she returned. She took Jackson’s hand, pulling him down the hallway. They followed her to her bedroom and she flicked on the bedside lamp. She opened the drawer to the nightstand and brought out a box of condoms. She set it next to the lamp before grinning at them.
“I bought the magnum sized ones.”
Ian laughed as Jackson studied her bedroom. “Your room is nice.”
She shrugged. “It’s small and
it’s only a queen-sized bed so…”
She eyed their big bodies as Ian smiled at her. “We’ll make it work.”
“Okay.” She stripped off her shirt and reached for the button on her jeans.
Jackson took her hand, kissing the knuckles. “Hey, what’s your hurry?”
“I want you,” she said impatiently. “I want you and I don’t…”
She had caught sight of the box in his other hand. Her cheeks turned a delightful shade of pink and Ian smiled at her when her gaze flickered to him.
“Did you like Jackson’s gift, baby?”
She nodded as Jackson moved around behind her. Her hair was down, and he pushed it aside before kissing her neck. He tossed the box on the bed as Ian took off his t-shirt. Chloe inhaled sharply, and he stood in front of her.
“You’re beautiful, Chloe.” He stared at her pale skin before leaning down and kissing the freckles that were scattered across her upper chest.
“So are you,” she whispered.
Jackson unhooked her bra and she let it drop to the floor. Ian studied her small breasts before cupping both of them. Her soft moan when he rubbed his thumb across her hardening nipples made precum leak from his cock. Fuck, he wanted her.
He unbuttoned her jeans, and he and Jackson stripped her of her pants, socks and panties. When she was standing naked between them, he studied her again. Jackson was rubbing her flat abdomen with one big hand, and she parted her legs when his fingers traced the patch of red hair at the top of her sex.
“Touch me,” she said before rubbing her ass against Jackson’s dick.
Jackson hissed out a breath, his other hand tightening on her hip.
“Not yet, baby,” Ian said. He crossed over to the bed and grabbed one of the pillows. He dropped it on the floor in front of Chloe as Jackson pressed gently on her shoulders.
She giggled a little. “A pillow? You’re adorable.”
Ian grinned at her. “We want you to be comfortable when you’re on your knees and sucking our dicks, baby.”
Lust flared in her eyes and she knelt on the pillow immediately. Jackson groaned and quickly removed his clothes.
“Jackson first, baby. Show him how good you are at sucking cock,” Ian said.
He unbuttoned his jeans, watching as Chloe eagerly sucked Jackson into her mouth. Jackson muttered a curse, burying his hands in her hair as she licked and sucked his cock.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he moaned.
Ian shed the rest of his clothes before standing next to Jackson. He wrapped his hand around his dick, rubbing in firm strokes as he watched Chloe suck hard on Jackson’s dick. She licked the head of his dick and smiled up at him. “Delicious.”
“Christ,” Jackson whispered when she gripped the base of his dick and pumped firmly as she sucked on only the head. “Fuck, I’m gonna blow my load if you don’t stop.”
“My turn, baby,” Ian said.
Chloe immediately let go of Jackson and turned toward him. Ian smiled down at her, petting her hair as she leaned forward and licked the length of his cock. “Good. Lick me again.”
She licked him repeatedly, cleaning away the precum that was on the tip as she stared up at him.
“Good, now suck.”
She sucked, hollowing her cheeks and working her hot little mouth back and forth over his throbbing dick. When she began to stroke the base of him with her hand, he pulled it away and placed her hand on Jackson’s dick.
“Touch him while you suck me, Chloe.”
He loved the way she faltered a bit with her rhythm as she tried to please both of them at once. She couldn’t quite focus on either one, and he could sense her growing frustration.
“You’re doing so well,” he praised. “Suck Jackson’s dick, baby.”
She released him with a soft pop and immediately took Jackson’s cock into her mouth. She gripped Ian’s cock and pumped back and forth without being told, and he stroked her arm before praising her again. “That’s right, Chloe. Be our good girl and use your hands and your mouth.”
She made a muffled sound of surprise when Jackson gripped her head tightly and thrust hard in and out of her mouth. Her hand tightened around Ian’s dick and he had to work very hard not to come right then and there.
He moaned as Chloe pumped faster, staring up at Jackson while he fucked her mouth with rough thrusts. He pulled back and she gasped in air when Jackson helped her to her feet. She let go of Ian’s dick as Jackson kissed her roughly on the mouth, cupping her tit and pinching her nipple.
“Gentle, Jackson,” Ian said.
“I need her,” Jackson rasped. “Christ, Ian, I need her so bad.”
“I need you too,” Chloe whispered.
Ian moved to the bed as Jackson kissed her again. He pulled back the covers and took out the plug and the lube, setting them at the top of the bed between the pillows.
“Come here, Chloe.”
Jackson released her and Chloe almost ran to the bed. She smiled up at Ian, and he bent and gave her a slow and lingering kiss as he cupped her ass and squeezed.
“Middle of the bed, on your side facing away,” Ian said.
She did what he asked without hesitation, and Ian walked around the other side of the bed. By the time he’d rolled on a condom and slid into the bed, Jackson was already lying behind her with the bottle of lube in one hand. He reached between them and Chloe made a squeak of nervousness.
“Shh, honey,” Jackson said. “Relax.”
“It’s cold,” she said as Ian moved in close to her. Her breasts, their nipples hard as diamonds, pressed against his chest, and she didn’t object when he lifted one creamy thigh and draped it over his hip. He moved down a little, until his cock pressed against her pussy. She moaned when he rubbed the head against her clit and rocked herself against him.
“Oh!” She gave him a startled look and he rubbed her clit again.
“Only my finger, honey,” Jackson said.
“Please, I want you to fuck me,” Chloe moaned.
“I will,” Ian soothed. “Jackson’s going to put the plug in first and then I’ll fuck you. Relax, baby.”
He continued to rub his dick against Chloe’s swollen, wet clit as Jackson covered the plug with lube. He reached between him and Chloe again, and she tensed. Ian cupped her breast, caressing it lightly as Jackson kissed between her shoulders.
“Relax, Chloe. I want you to push back against the plug, all right?”
“I… are you sure it’ll fit?” She moaned.
“It will,” Ian said.
She moaned again, her eyes widening as Jackson pressed the plug against her asshole. “I – it feels too big.”
“I know, but it isn’t. Take some deep breaths and push back against me,” Jackson said.
“I don’t, I mean, I’m not sure I can -”
“Chloe, do what Jackson says,” Ian said firmly.
She stared at him and he reached down and stroked her clit. “Be a good girl and take the plug.”
“Yes, Ian,” she groaned.
She pressed her ass back, her eyes widening again. Ian gave her clit a soft pinch to distract her. She moaned in pleasure when he rubbed it hard, and then made a low noise of surprise when Jackson said, “Good, honey.”
“Is it in?” She blushed. “I mean, it’s all the way in, right?”
“Yes.” Jackson kissed her upper back again before reaching around and cupping her breast. “You did so well, honey. How does it feel?”
“Fine. It doesn’t hurt, it feels a bit weird and I feel… full.”
Ian smiled. Sweet Chloe was about to feel much fuller. He nodded to Jackson. Chloe’s leg was still resting against Ian’s hip and, without speaking, Jackson curled his hand around Chloe’s leg and lifted until she was wide open to Ian.
She clutched at Ian’s broad shoulders as he guided his cock to her narrow entrance. He pushed the head in and Chloe immediately tried to wiggle back.
“Too much,” she moaned.
Jackson
gripped her thigh tighter and she dug her nails into Ian’s shoulder as she tried to pull her leg free. “Jackson, let go.”
“No, honey. Stay still for us.”
“Ian, it’s too much, it’s too…”
Her voice trailed off into a low moan as Ian pushed more of his cock into her. She was soaking wet and, despite her protests, it took less than ten seconds for him to be fully sheathed. Her hands clenched and unclenched around his shoulders as Jackson lowered her leg back down to Ian’s hip.
“Good girl, honey,” Jackson said. “How do you feel?”
“Like I’ll never be able to take both your dicks at once,” Chloe panted.
Jackson nuzzled her neck as Ian cupped her tits and squeezed lightly. “You will, baby. This is why we start with the plugs. Any pain?”
She shook her head. “No, but it doesn’t feel nice, I mean, like, pleasurable either.”
“No pain is what we’re looking for right now,” Jackson said. He turned her head and kissed her, swallowing her soft cries of pleasure when Ian fucked her slowly and rubbed her clit.
She moaned and cried out into Jackson’s mouth, her body rocking forward to meet each of Ian’s slow thrusts. God, he loved fucking her. Her pussy, so tight to begin with, was even tighter with the plug in her ass and he could only imagine how it would feel once Jackson’s cock was in her.
He pushed a little harder and faster as Jackson released Chloe’s mouth. She turned her head to face Ian again, biting at her bottom lip as he rubbed her clit in slow circles.
“Oh God, that’s so good, Ian.”
She reached behind her, fumbling for Jackson’s cock. Jackson grabbed her hand and kissed the palm before resting it on her hip.
“I want you to feel good too,” she panted.
“All about you, honey. Remember?” Jackson said.
“Doesn’t seem…oh God…fair.”
“Just concentrate on how good it feels,” Jackson said.
He leaned forward a bit, watching Ian’s cock slide in and out of her wet pussy. “So pretty, honey. I love watching you be fucked by Ian.”
