by Ramona Gray
His cock hardened almost immediately, and he was stripping off his clothes before he even really thought about it. Chloe, her naked body wet and slick, was standing under the spray of water, letting it beat down on her upper back. Her hair was up in a messy bun and he stared at her delectable ass as the soap sluiced away from her perfect pale skin.
He slid open the shower door. Chloe didn’t turn, but he could hear the smile in her voice. “Decided to join me, big guy?”
He put his arms around her and pulled her back against his chest. “When I come home to find a naked woman in my shower, I absolutely have to join her.”
She jerked in surprise and then giggled before smiling up at him. “How often do you come home to find naked women in your shower?”
“You’re the first.” He turned her around and kissed her, reaching down to cup her ass as she rubbed her tits against his chest.
When he finally pulled back, she was breathless and her mouth was red and swollen. She gave him a sweet smile. “Hi, Ian.”
“Hi, baby. How are you?”
“Glad you’re home.”
“Me too.” He nuzzled her wet skin. “Where’s Jackson?”
“Sleeping.”
He frowned when he squeezed her ass again and she flinched slightly. “What’s wrong?”
“My butt is a little sore,” she said.
“Your butt is sore,” he repeated.
“Yep.” She gave him a cheeky grin. “Yours would be too if you just had anal sex.”
His eyes widened. “You and Jackson… he got an…and you were able to…”
“Yes, and yes,” she said.
He hugged her hard, kissing the side of her neck before saying, “Thank you, baby. Thank you so much.”
She shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t really think it was me. It was like you said, he just needed to know that the woman he was with didn’t care if he got an erection or not.” She gave him another adorable cheeky grin. “I told him it was all about me anyway and ten minutes later, he was good to go.”
He laughed before cupping her hips and kissing her again. “You’re amazing.”
“Amazing because I could have anal sex with a huge penis after only a few days of plugs? Because, yep, I’m seriously impressed with myself over that. I mean, it hurt, don’t get me wrong, but not nearly as much as I thought it would, and after I adjusted to the feel…holy moly, it felt really good. Like…weirdly good.”
He loved how open and honest she was about sex. “I’m glad you liked it, baby.”
“Me too.” She reached down and rubbed his erection. “I can’t wait to have sex with both of you. Maybe we should head to Jackson’s bedroom and -”
He shook his head. “Not tonight, Red. You need some recovery time.”
She pouted at him and ran her thumb over the head of his dick. “Well, you’re no fun.”
He gave her a mock scowl. “No fun? You’re lucky I’m in a good mood or else your sore butt would be getting a spanking.”
She giggled. “Promises, promises.”
He cupped her firm breast and turned their bodies so they were both being hit by the hot spray. She leaned against the shower wall, her slender body arching as he bent and ran his hot mouth over both her perfect tits. He sucked on her nipples, nipping at them until she clutched his head and made a low cry of need.
“How long have you been in the shower?” He lifted his head.
“Um… I dunno, ten minutes maybe? Why?”
“Just wondering if we have enough hot water to last while I fuck you.”
She bit her bottom lip as lust crossed her face. “I think we should definitely try and find out, officer.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He kissed her again, pressing her slick body up against the wall as he skimmed his hand down her hip. She spread her legs and he slipped his hand between her legs. He rubbed her clit, watching her face as she grew wet. Her hands squeezed his arms and she gave him a lazy smile full of need.
“I want you, Ian.”
“I want you too, Chloe.”
They kissed repeatedly, and she reached down and stroked his cock with her soft hand. “You can’t come inside of me, okay? I’m not on birth control.”
“I won’t,” he said. “I promise.”
She cupped his face and gave him a sweet kiss. “Fuck me.”
He cupped her hips and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he braced her body against the wall. She reached between them and he hissed out a breath when she guided him into her wet pussy. Taking her bare, feeling her wet walls squeezing and rippling around him with no barrier, was a fucking dream.
He hadn’t fucked a woman without a condom in years, and he gritted his teeth and thought about the mountain of paperwork sitting on his desk to try and control himself. Fuck, not using a condom was a very bad idea.
“Ian? What’s wrong?” She stroked his wet back.
“This was a bad idea,” he gritted out. “You’re so wet and tight.”
She smiled at him and traced a lazy circle on his back with her finger. “Control, Officer Aldrin. You need to have control.”
“Fuck,” he muttered before thrusting twice into her.
She moaned, her fingers digging into his back and her legs tightening around his waist. “Oh, oh God, that’s nice.”
“You need to come for me quickly,” he moaned. “I’m sorry, baby, but – but this has to be quick. You feel so good without a condom that I can’t…”
“Hard and fast is good,” she whispered into his ear. “Whatever you need, Ian.”
He groaned and drove into her with hard, deep strokes. She clung to him, moaning his name as he fucked her. His need for her was spiraling out of control, and he almost lost his goddamn mind when she came around him. Her pussy squeezed him tight, milking him with rippling little pulses that threatened to make him break his promise to her.
With a low groan, he pulled out of her and set her on her feet before she even finished coming, using one hand to steady her as his other hand pumped his cock rapidly. He moaned her name, arching his back as he came all over her flat stomach. Breathing harshly, he pressed his body against hers and rested his forehead on the tile wall. She stroked his back and kissed his chest. Her body was trembling, hell, his body was trembling, and he smiled down at her.
“That was amazing, baby.”
“It really was.” She kissed his chest again. “C’mon, let’s get cleaned off before we completely run out of hot water.”
He held her close when she tried to slip past him. “Are you staying the night?”
She nodded. “If that’s okay?”
“Yes. We want you to stay with us, baby. Always.”
Even he could hear the tenderness in his voice, and he winced when she stiffened a little and said, “Ian, this isn’t -”
“For the night,” he said hastily. “We always want you to stay the night when you come over? Okay?”
She studied him before nodding. “Yeah, okay.”
He let her go and watched as she washed away the evidence of his need for her. He had to stop mooning over her, had to stop acting like they were in some kind of relationship. She’d made it perfectly clear what this was, and just because she was the perfect woman for both him and Jackson, didn’t mean he could force her to be in a relationship with them. She didn’t want that and he would damn well respect what she wanted. Even if it was fucking killing him.
* * *
Waking up to the smell of bacon and coffee with a warm, hard body tucked against her back was the best way to wake up, Chloe decided.
She stretched lazily, smiling a little when Jackson made a soft snoring sound behind her. Was it bad that she could tell Ian and Jackson apart just by the sound of the snoring? She giggled to herself before reaching for her phone on the nightstand. After she and Ian showered together last night, she’d sat with him while he’d warmed up some dinner and ate. She’d grabbed her cell phone, and they’d climbed into Jackson’s bed with him
. He hadn’t woken, and tired and feeling deliciously satisfied, Chloe had fallen asleep between the two men.
There were no missed calls from her grandmother and she relaxed in the bed, scrolling through Facebook for a little while before the need to pee had her sliding out of bed. She slipped on Ian’s t-shirt and used the bathroom, then headed downstairs.
“Morning.” She kissed Ian’s bare back as she slipped by him and grabbed a mug. She poured herself a cup of coffee before squeezing his ass through his track pants.
“Morning,” he said. “Sleep well?”
“So good.” She poured some milk into her coffee and sat down at the table. “How about you?”
“Like a rock.” He grinned at her as he turned a piece of bacon, then winced. “Ow, shit.”
He rubbed at his abdomen and she laughed. “Cooking bacon half-naked is the worst idea ever, Ian.”
He winked at her. “Maybe you should give me my shirt then.”
“Yes, because your neighbours want to see me walking around naked in the kitchen.”
“We’ll close the blinds,” Ian said with another grin.
“Morning.” Jackson, yawning hugely and wearing a pair of sleep pants and t-shirt, wandered into the kitchen. “That smells really good.”
“Thanks. Start the toast, would you?”
“Sure.” Jackson leaned over and kissed Chloe before lifting her mug to his mouth and taking a drink.
“Hey, get your own.” Chloe poked him in his flat stomach and he grinned at her before moving to the toaster.
“What can I do to help?” Chloe asked.
“You could set the table,” Ian said. “But can you grab the eggs for me, first?”
“Sure.” She brought Ian the eggs before beginning to set the table. She had to admit that it was kind of nice to wake up on a Saturday morning with Ian and Jackson instead of alone. She knew she’d been lonely since John had left, but she hadn’t realized how lonely until now.
Stop it, Chloe. These two are not your boyfriends. Don’t start thinking they are. You get close to them, you let them into your life and Lori will ruin it for you. This is about fucking and nothing else. Don’t forget that.
Her good mood was threatening to deflate like a balloon. She hated that it had to be this way. Hated that she had to constantly keep a part of her life hidden from the people she cared about.
“What are your plans for today?” Ian asked.
“Uh, I’m not sure. Why?” She arranged the silverware next to each plate, hating the wariness in her voice.
Ian gave Jackson a deceptively casual look. “We wondered if you wanted to hang out with us today. I’m off and we thought it would be nice to spend the day together.”
“Um, I’m not sure… I mean…”
Jackson turned and smiled at her. “It’s not a date, Chloe. Just three friends hanging out. We have a couple of errands to run and then we thought we’d go to a movie. You’re welcome to join us, or not. Totally up to you. But,” he wiggled his eyebrows at her, “you should know that Ian is planning on making his infamous chicken pot pie for dinner, and we’ll let you ride our cocks for as long and hard as you want, if you stay.”
“Hmm,” she said, “I do love chicken pot pie.”
Both Ian and Jackson laughed, and she grinned happily at them. “I’d love to hang out with you guys. But we need to stop at my place on the way to do errands, so that I can change and brush my teeth.”
“We can do that,” Ian said.
“And,” she stole a piece of bacon when Ian set it on the table in front of her, “I get to pick the movie.”
“She drives a hard bargain,” Jackson said to Ian.
“Do we have a deal or not?” She blew on the bacon and crunched it down as Ian and Jackson smiled at each other.
“Deal,” they said in unison.
* * *
“I had a really great day today, Ian. Thank you.” Chloe slid her arms around Ian’s waist and kissed his back through his shirt. She could hear Jackson climbing the stairs to the bedroom, and lust swept through her.
She realized Ian had stiffened and she kissed his back again. “What’s wrong?”
“You said that like you’re leaving.” He stared out the kitchen window.
“I’m not,” she said. “I want to spend the night.”
He relaxed, and she ignored the tendrils of unease starting to replace the lust. She’d had an amazing day with Ian and Jackson, one of the best days of her life, and they hadn’t even had sex once today. Running errands, going to the movies, hell, picking up groceries for supper tonight shouldn’t have made her so happy, but they did. Even doing mundane things with Ian and Jackson made her feel content.
You’re letting them get too close, Chloe. You need to pull back, need to re-establish the ground rules, before it’s too late.
She ignored her inner voice. Not that it wasn’t right, but tonight wasn’t the time to think about it. Tonight, she wanted to forget about everything but the need to take both Ian and Jackson at once.
Her pussy made a hard flutter and she squeezed Ian’s waist. “Come to bed, Ian.”
He turned and slipped his arms around her before giving her a solemn look. “Baby, you know you don’t have to take both of us tonight, right? You’re probably still a little sore, and both Jackson and I don’t mind waiting. It’s not as important to us as you think it is to fuck you at the same time. Really, it isn’t.”
“I know. I want this,” she said. “I want this a lot. If it’s too painful or I don’t think I can do it, I’ll ask you to stop. Okay?”
He studied her. “Will you?”
“Yes. I’m not gonna wreck my lady parts over this. If I can’t do it, I’ll be honest about it.”
He was still studying her gravely and she reached between their bodies and rubbed his dick. “I promise, Ian.”
He kissed her and stroked her hair back from her face. “All right. Let’s go upstairs then.”
He flicked off the kitchen light and she followed him up the stairs and to his bedroom this time. Jackson was already naked and pulling back the covers to the bed. She giggled when Ian said, “Christ, Jackson, could you at least try and play a little hard to get?”
“Chloe likes seeing me naked,” Jackson said cheerfully. “Don’t be jealous of that.”
Ian rolled his eyes as Chloe walked to Jackson and squeezed his naked ass. “You are really hot.”
“Right?” Jackson pulled her up against him and palmed her ass. “Now, let’s get you naked too.”
“Yes, let’s.” She glanced over at Ian. “Get naked, mister. Right now.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Ian gave her a little salute before undressing. Jackson helped her strip out of her clothes and the three of them climbed into bed.
She smiled a little. Already she was more comfortable with her nakedness with Ian and Jackson than she’d ever been with her ex-fiancé.
She laid on her back in the middle of the bed, smiling at her men when they stretched out on their sides on either side of her. Ian smoothed a hand over her belly as Jackson cupped her breast and kissed her collarbone.
“You’re so beautiful, Chloe,” Ian said.
“Thank you,” she whispered. She arched her back and spread her legs, silently begging for Ian to move his hand to her pussy. He ignored her and stroked her smooth thighs before kissing her.
“Please” she said. One hand moved restlessly in Jackson’s hair as he sucked on her nipple, the other dug into Ian’s broad back.
Ian smiled and shook his head. “We have plenty of time, Red.”
“I want you right now,” she said.
He moved to the end of the bed and she spread her legs eagerly when he stretched out between them and kissed her inner thigh. Jackson kissed her, and she cried out into his mouth when Ian’s wet tongue licked up her slit. He lingered on her clit, teasing it lightly as Jackson sat up. He stood next to the bed and she leaned forward eagerly when he cupped the back of her head and guided h
er mouth to his cock.
She sucked him hard, loving his taste as Ian nibbled on her pussy lips before sucking on her clit. Jackson was moaning quietly, and he wound his fist in her hair, tugging lightly as she slid her mouth back and forth over his cock.
Ian laved her clit with his tongue. He slid one thick finger into her pussy and she took a gasping breath before sucking Jackson’s cock again. God, it felt so damn good, so…her body stiffened and then relaxed when Ian slid his finger into her ass.
“Okay, baby?”
She nodded around Jackson’s cock, staring up at Jackson as he smoothed her hair back from her face. “Ian’s going to stretch you a little, honey.”
She relaxed her body as Ian slid another finger into her ass. He stretched her gently, distracting her from the discomfort by licking her clit.
She wanted to hold back, knew she probably should hold back, but when Ian sucked on her clit again and wiggled his fingers in her ass, she was powerless to stop her climax. She shrieked around Jackson’s thick cock, her hands fisting in Ian’s hair as she ground her pussy against his mouth. Her body shook and, feeling weak and unsteady, she collapsed on her back as Ian licked her clit a final time.
She moaned and watched through half-lidded eyes as Jackson quickly rolled on a condom before tossing one at Ian. Ian ripped his open and slid it on, then laid on his side next to her again as Jackson stretched out on her right side.
“How you feeling, Red?”
“Super,” she mumbled.
Ian and Jackson laughed, and she gave them a lazy smile. “I want you both to fuck me.”
“Are you sure?” Ian asked.
“Yes,” she replied.
Ian glanced at Jackson and another one of those silent communications rippled between them.
“Straddle Ian, honey,” Jackson said.
She sat up and slung her leg over Ian before straddling his waist. He rubbed her hip bones with his thumbs. “Put my cock in your pussy, Red.”
