by Ramona Gray
She giggled a little at the way he said it so sweetly, and he circled her belly button with his thumb. “Go on, baby. Do what I tell you.”
“Yes, sir,” she said.
That earned her a light slap on her butt and she squeaked and moved back until her pussy was resting against Ian’s hard cock. She rose up on her knees and slid him into her, moaning a little at the delicious stretch. Ian rubbed her hips.
“Good girl.” His voice was hoarse, and she rested her hands on his chest before smiling at Jackson.
“Now what?”
“Now you let Ian fuck you,” Jackson said. He was standing next to the bed again and he made no move to join them as Ian took her arms and tugged her down. She braced her hands on either side of his head and rubbed her tits against his chest.
He groaned with pleasure, cupped her ass, and drove in and out of her pussy. She made her own moan of pleasure, her ass bouncing as he fucked her with long, deep strokes. She shifted a little, making a loud squeal when the head of Ian’s dick rubbed against her g-spot.
She met each of his strokes with renewed excitement, squealing happily each time his cock hit that magical spot. “Oh God,” she moaned. “That feels so fucking amazing.”
Ian didn’t reply, and she scowled at him when he slowed to a stop. “No, don’t stop.”
“Shh, baby, wait a minute.”
“No!” She wanted to smack his chest and settled for digging her fingers into the covers and making her own hard thrusts against him. “I don’t want to stop.”
She muttered an angry curse when Jackson’s heavy hand centered on her back. She didn’t even realize that he had moved onto the bed and was kneeling between Ian’s open legs. He held her against Ian’s body easily, preventing her from moving, and she glared at him. “Move your hand.”
“In a minute, honey,” he said.
“No, now. I want to come.”
He ignored her, and she squeezed Ian’s hips with her knees. “Ian, make him let go.”
Ian grinned at her and she was getting ready for another angry retort when the cold lube dripped down the crack of her ass.
“Cold!”
“Sorry.” Jackson’s fingers massaged her ass, warming the lube up. He slid his fingers into her, adding more lube and gently massaging her until she relaxed.
“Good, baby,” Ian said. He petted her hair and kissed her throat. “Are you ready for Jackson’s dick?”
“I’m ready to come,” she said grouchily. “I was about to have a g-spot orgasm, which I’ve never been able to do before, and you guys ruined it by… oh!”
Her body tensed and then relaxed as Jackson pressed the head of his dick against her anus and pushed. She blew out her breath and pushed back, her gaze on Ian’s face. As Jackson worked his way past the tight ring of muscle, she tried not to moan. It hurt more than before, but she shook her head when Ian said, “Do we need to stop?”
“No, I’m good,” she panted. “It’s just… a lot.”
That was the understatement of the year. Between her pussy being full of Ian’s giant dick and Jackson’s equally giant dick slowly sliding deep into her ass, she had never felt fuller in her life. She tried to move forward a little to ease some of the pressure and Jackson’s hand pressed on her lower back.
“No, honey. Stay still.” He pulled back a little and then pushed forward again. “You’re being so good. You’ve almost taken all of it.”
She moaned as the sweet burn intensified. “I don’t think – I can’t… ohhh.”
Ian had reached between them, wiggling his fingers between the tight fit of their bodies and was gently circling her clit. “Better, baby?”
“Yeah,” she panted, “yeah, that helps. Thank you, Ian.”
“You’re welcome.” Ian’s voice was a little strangled sounding and he groaned when Jackson made a final push and Chloe squeezed her pussy around his cock. “Christ, baby, try and relax. Please. You’re gonna make me come before we even get started.”
Jackson’s harsh breath blew across her back as he rubbed her ass. “Fuck, that’s goddamn tight.”
“Yeah.” Ian’s voice was barely recognizable.
She raised up a little and stared down at him. He looked like he was on the brink of his control already and she smiled at him. “You okay, Ian?”
He made a clipped nod of his head. “Jackson, you ready?”
“Yes.” Jackson’s voice sounded as unsteady as Ian’s.
She twisted her head, staring at Jackson’s face as he gave her a strained smile. “You’re so tight like this, honey.”
She gave him a shy smile, digging her fingers into the covers again when Ian started moving beneath her. After a few seconds, Jackson moved as well, the two of them sliding in and out of her in a perfect rhythm. She arched her back a little, as the feeling of fullness increased.
She took a deep breath, closing her eyes and letting the sensations overtake her. She was impaled on two dicks, both Ian and Jackson were fucking her at once, and it felt… her eyes popped open. It felt fucking incredible.
The warmth she was feeling was growing, threatening to burn her up, as Ian and Jackson moved harder and faster. Exquisite pleasure was radiating throughout her lower body and her soft cries and gasps competed with the men’s low grunts and hoarse noises of ecstasy.
Their previous slow and measured pace was giving way to a rough and hard, almost out of control rhythm. She clung to Ian’s broad shoulders, letting her body move between them, reaching for that pinnacle that was growing closer.
Both men were close, she could tell in the way their bodies moved, in the raspy sound of their groans. When Jackson shifted her slightly and Ian’s cock rubbed against her g-spot, she made an inarticulate scream before coming so hard that stars burst into light behind her tightly-closed eyelids.
Dimly she was aware of Jackson’s hoarse shout of pleasure, of Ian’s hands digging into her hips as his body drove up into hers, but their pleasure was overshadowed by the pure intensity of her own orgasm and the feeling of utter connection with both men. Her climax went on and on, her body shaking and shuddering between the two men, and when Jackson eased out of her and helped her lie on her side next to Ian, she continued to shake and twitch.
She kept her eyes closed as both men crowded in close. They rubbed her body with their warm hands, whispered praise into her ears, kissed her and soothed her and told her repeatedly how beautiful she was.
She sunk into their embrace, feeling cherished and protected and…loved. Her body wanted to tense, her inner voice told her to flee, but she was too weak, too sated, and too overwhelmed to move.
“Okay?” Ian whispered into her ear.
“Better than okay,” she replied. “It was amazing. I’m just really tired now.”
“Go to sleep, honey.” Jackson nuzzled her bare shoulder. “We’ve got you.”
Chapter Fifteen
“How was she today?” Ian was barely in the kitchen before he was giving Jackson an anxious look. “Did you talk to her?”
Jackson shook her head. “She was the same as she’s been. Busy, distracted…sad. And I’ve been so fucking busy myself that I really haven’t had the time to talk to her, Ian.”
“Fuck.” Ian slammed his fist on his own thigh. “I sent her a text earlier before I finished work, asking her to have dinner with us, but she said she had plans. This is our fault, Jackson. We pushed her too soon to have sex with us both.”
“It isn’t,” Jackson said. “Look, I know she’s been avoiding us for a bit, but -”
“A bit? It’s Wednesday, Jackson,” Ian said. “She hasn’t been with us since Saturday night. Hell, she’ll barely talk to you at work and she doesn’t respond to half my texts. I knew we should have waited longer to both have sex with her. What if we hurt her? What if we did something she didn’t like and now she hates us both? Did you think of that?”
“Ian, dude, calm down,” Jackson said. “She was the one who pushed for sex with both of us, remember?
”
“Yeah, but -”
Jackson leaned against the counter and rubbed his forehead. “Look, I know you don’t want to hear this, but it has nothing to do with the both of us fucking her at once, and everything to do with her being afraid to get close to us. She’s pushing us away because she’s scared of what she’s feeling for us.”
He huffed out a laugh. “Hell, I don’t blame her. That night with her, Ian …it was powerful and special and… I don’t even know how to explain it, but I know you felt it too.”
Ian nodded before sinking into a chair. “I’m in love with her, Jackson.”
He could feel Jackson’s startled gaze but didn’t look up from his hands. “And you are too.”
Jackson was silent, and Ian waited a moment before looking up at him. “Admit it.”
“I care for her a lot, but I haven’t known her long enough to be in love with her, and neither have you.” There was low-grade panic in Jackson’s voice. “You’re just high on whatever the hell that connection was with her on Saturday night. Nothing more.”
“That connection you felt? That’s called love,” Ian said.
“Stop it.” Jackson’s voice was harsh. “Don’t start acting like what we have with Chloe could be something more. She’s a great girl and I like her a lot, but she does not want a relationship with us. She’s made that clear. Besides, even if she did, what would we do? The three of us move in together and be one big happy family? We both knew that fucking women together had an expiration date, but it doesn’t end because we both get the same woman. It ends because we find separate women and build separate lives with them. One woman falling in love with two men is a fucking fairy-tale, Ian. It’s a fairy-tale! Do you hear me?”
“Yes.” Ian could hear the pain in Jackson’s voice, and guilt coursed through him. “I – you’re right, okay? I know you’re right. But for now, I’m really worried about Chloe. I know you think her blowing us off doesn’t have anything to do with what happened Saturday night, but what if you’re wrong? We need to find out.”
“We can’t force her to have dinner with us.”
“No, but we can go by her apartment, ask her to give us five minutes to talk to her.”
“We can’t keep showing up at her place,” Jackson said with an exasperated sigh. “Christ, Ian, you’re a cop. How do you think it’ll look when Chloe puts out a damn restraining order against us?”
“Don’t you think you’re exaggerating a little?” Ian said. “Chloe doesn’t hate us, she -”
“She’s just finished with us.” Jackson paced back and forth in the kitchen. “Look, you haven’t seen her, okay? I have. She’s done with us. She barely looks at me. If I even get close to her, she tenses up, and she turns into a goddamn mute if I ask her anything that isn’t work-related. You need to accept that what we had with her is finished and she isn’t going to show up on our doorstep anytime soon.”
The doorbell rang, and Jackson stared blankly at him. Ian, his heart pounding, strode out of the kitchen and down the hallway. He threw open the front door, burying his immediate need to yank Chloe into his arms when he saw her standing on the front step.
“Hi.” She gave him a timid smile. “Sorry to come by without calling or texting, but, uh, do you mind if I come in?”
He shook his head, stepping aside so she could walk past him. Her arm brushed against his chest and he inhaled her sweet scent as Jackson stuck his head into the hallway from the kitchen.
“Chloe?”
“Hi, Jackson. Sorry to stop in like this.”
“It’s fine. Come in to the kitchen.”
She gave Ian a nervous smile before walking to the kitchen. He followed her, fighting the urge to pick her up and carry her straight to the bedroom. Not for sex…no, just so he could wrap his arms around her, could hold her against his body and try and fix whatever was wrong.
Something was wrong. Something terrible. He could see it in the way she kept her arms crossed against her torso, in the dark circles under her eyes, and the sadness that practically seeped from her pores.
She slid into a chair, staring at the floor as Ian and Jackson sat down on either side of her.
“Do you want some tea?” Jackson asked.
She shook her head. “No, I can’t stay long. I wanted to come here and apologize for how I’ve been behaving the past few days. I’ve treated you both horribly, and I’m very sorry.”
“Did we upset you?” Ian asked. “On Saturday night, did we do or say anything to you that -”
“No,” she said quickly. “No, it has nothing to do with either of you. I enjoyed Saturday night, so much.”
“Baby, look at me.” Ian took her cold hand and she raised her gaze to his. He could see she was holding back tears and he squeezed her hand. “Tell us what’s wrong.”
“I had a really bad day with my grandmother and my sister on Sunday. I went there for the afternoon, and Lori has a new boyfriend and he was awful and he -”
“Did he do something to you?” Ian’s voice was tight. “Did he touch you or hurt you?”
“Ian,” Jackson said, “relax, man.”
“Did he?” Ian ignored his best friend. “Answer me, Chloe.”
“No,” she said. “He’s a drunk like her and the two of them together were awful. I was afraid to leave Nana alone with them, so I stayed until they passed out and it was really…exhausting. Nana called Monday night because he was there again, and she was afraid. I went over after work and stayed until they drank themselves unconscious at about three. Last night they went out, thank God, and stayed who knows where, but I was still up most of the night, worrying that they’d come home and scare Nana or-or hurt her.”
She took a deep breath, staring at the floor beneath their feet. Her voice was dull and robotic, and Ian had the idea that she’d forgotten where she was and who she was talking to. “Anyway, I went to Al-Anon tonight and I wanted to share, but I couldn’t even do that. Nana left this morning on some senior’s trip with her church group. She’s not back until Saturday which means I at least have a small break, but as soon as she’s back, it’ll be the same old thing. I’m so tired and upset and worried and I felt terrible about how I’ve been treating you guys, but once again, Lori fucking takes up all of my energy and I’m so fucking tired all the time. I just wish she would -”
She suddenly stopped and yanked her hand away from his. She gave him and Jackson a horrified look. “Oh my God, I am so sorry. I didn’t come over here to tell you this. I came by to say that I’m sorry for avoiding you and for being rude, and to let you know that it has nothing to do with you. I’m truly sorry.”
She stood up and both Ian and Jackson stood as well. Ian stepped in front of the doorway. “Don’t leave, baby. I’ll make you something to eat, okay? When was the last time you ate?”
Chloe shook her head. “I’m not hungry. I should go. I’m really tired and I’m embarrassed and -”
“You don’t need to be embarrassed,” Jackson said. “You can tell us whatever you need to, honey. You don’t have to hide or hold back when you’re upset. Let us help you with your sister, maybe if we talk to her -”
It was the wrong thing to say. Chloe’s eyes went wide and her face paled until she was the colour of fresh snow. “No! No, you don’t go anywhere near her. Do you hear me? Stay away from Lori, Jackson. She’s poison, and I don’t want you or Ian going anywhere near her. Promise me!”
“Okay,” Jackson said immediately. “Okay, we won’t. I promise. But, honey, you can’t deal with this all on your own. We want to help you.”
“I can’t let you do that.” Chloe turned to Ian and gave him a pleading look. “Please try and understand that it has nothing to do with you. Lori is toxic – I’m toxic – and I don’t want you to be a part of that. It’s why I can’t be in a – it’s why this has to stay simple and uncomplicated between us. Okay? Please?”
“What if we want more?” Ian said softly.
Tears dripped down her cheeks. “I
can’t do that. I’m sorry. I need to go.”
She tried to push past Ian, pressing on his chest when he put his arms around her and hugged her. “I have to go, Ian.”
“Don’t go, baby.”
“I can’t give you what you want. I’m sorry, I wish I could, but I can’t. You have to believe me when I say it’s better that you don’t get too close to me. I’ll destroy your lives, I will.”
Being without her would destroy him, but Ian kept his mouth shut as Jackson rubbed Chloe’s back. “It’s okay, honey. We won’t ask you for anything else, all right? We’ll take whatever you can give us. That will be enough.”
“Will it?” Chloe’s voice was muffled. She lifted her tear-streaked face to Ian’s and he made himself smile at her and lie.
“Yes, Red. It will.”
She studied him for a few minutes before nodding. “Okay. Uh, thanks, you guys. I’d better go.”
Ian told himself not to beg, but he couldn’t quite unwrap his arms from around her slender body. He glanced at Jackson who said, “Stay with us tonight, Chloe.”
“I can’t. I don’t want to give you the wrong idea anymore and staying the night -”
“Staying the night doesn’t give us the wrong idea,” Jackson said. “Besides, we want you to stay the night only so we can do dirty, wicked things to you.”
He was lying, Ian knew him well enough to see it immediately, but Chloe relaxed in his arms and gave Jackson a tentative smile. “Oh, well in that case…”
Jackson grinned at her. “Good. Now, I know you said you weren’t hungry, but you should at least have some toast or something. I’ll run you a bath to soak in for a while and then we’ll go to bed. Okay?”
Chloe gave Ian a tentative look. He leaned down and pressed a kiss against her mouth. “Say yes, Red.”
“Yes, Red,” she whispered.
He hugged her again and she buried her face in his chest as he met Jackson’s worried gaze.
* * *
“You ready to be hit on by a couple of horny Frenchmen?” Amy sat down next to Chloe in the boardroom.
