She moved to her side of the bed and stretched out, ready for the show.
Within seconds, Tommy slid the other end of the dildo inside him, and they were joined together in a realm of glory. They were sitting up, face to face, with their knees bent, and their ankles extended over the other’s thighs. They scooted closer in an attempt to eradicate the space between them, but there was still 6 inches that separated them. Tommy reached down and took hold of the toy that peeked out of their bodies and started churning it wildly. The dildo was careening off the walls of Angel’s interior. It sent volts of energy through his bottom and made him twitch and convulse. He wasn’t used to penetration and never experienced anything this large inside him. The pressure morphed into exquisite waves of splendor that made his eyes roll back into his head. He focused on the throaty rasp of Tommy’s heavy breathing. The man he loved was attached to him by a wand between their bodies. It transmitted ecstasy out both ends and allowed the other’s spasms to reverberate into one another.
They were in each other’s arms, joined together at the bottom. They rocked together on the ball of their hips. Their cocks bounced into each other and slapped together. They wrapped their arms around one another and Angel found Tommy’s lips. Their kiss was long and slow, accented with a sensual moan that they both shared. They stroked each other as they maintained eye contact. The closeness of their bodies, the mutual stimulation, accompanied by the new experience of sharing a toy, took Angel over the edge, and he came with a pulsating stream that soaked Tommy’s hand. Seconds later, Tommy followed, and their fluids mixed together in a sticky mess.
Out of breath, with his heart racing and blood soaring, Angel leaned forward and rested his head on Tommy’s shoulder. “That was incredible, mi amor,” he whispered. Tonight’s adventure was an incredible experience, another first in his unpredictable life with Tommy and Jessi.
Tommy’s lips answered with a soft kiss, and they stayed in each other’s arms while they caught their breath. Over the sound of their heavy breathing, there was a hum in the room. Jessi was lying next to them with her vibrator between her legs. Her eyes were locked on Tommy, and she was panting, in the middle of an orgasm.
She should have used the other end of the dildo first. Now it was dirty. It didn’t matter because Tommy’s cock was already on its way toward the ceiling. The man was destined for two lovers, with an erection that never rested.
Tommy caressed his hands over Angel’s chest, and his wet lips left an imprint. “I hate to run off so quickly, but I think my wife needs some attention.”
“Go ahead. It’s my turn to watch the show.”
Tommy pulled the vibrator out of Jessi’s hand, even though she didn’t look like she was done with it yet, and he seamlessly took its place. She clasped her hands around his neck, and he rolled into her open legs. In the seconds it took for her to clamp her ankles together behind his back, he was already pumping her into another orgasm or rejuvenating the first.
Watching them make love was a sensual experience. The appeal of watching Tommy and Jessi together was the biggest surprise Angel got out of the relationship. In the beginning it had been unfamiliar to him, and he had viewed their lovemaking with apprehension. He had tried not to stare, but Jessi’s naked body was always in his direct line of vision. He had nowhere else to look. Curiosity had gotten the better of him, and he had enjoyed the learning experience of watching a man please a woman. It wasn’t the act that had held his attention; it was his connection to the participants. They were both part of his life, and their passion was his passion.
Even though tonight’s rendezvous was more segregated, on the whole their lovemaking was a tangled mess of their three bodies, with Tommy always taking center stage, and that’s what Angel preferred. The game he played with Jessi over Tommy’s body was one of his favorites. Jessi was part of their love making. One on one time with Tommy was special, but Angel liked it best when all three of their bodies were connected at the same time and they were joined together at the most intimate location. It reinforced their union and amplified the euphoric sensations, as the three of them made love to one another at the same time. It was a race to the finish line. Each propelled the other, and fueled one another to see who could cross the line first. It was even better when the three of them finished together.
Angel continued to watch Tommy and Jessi. The poor woman looked exhausted, but Tommy was on a mission, and nothing was going to slow him down. Jessi could barely hold her legs around Tommy’s back. They kept slipping off from lack of strength, and her grunts and sighs sounded like she was short of breath. The look of sheer bliss across her face assured Angel that she would survive. He was well-acquainted with Tommy’s unstoppable sex drive.
Reminiscing over some of their more energetic romps in the bedroom made Angel’s cock stir. He looked down at it with a gracious smile. He didn’t usually recuperate so quickly, but when it came to Tommy Blade, his hormones always jumped to attention. He crawled behind Tommy and slowed his momentum by bracing his hand on Tommy’s hip. Jessi seemed grateful for the reprieve. He ran his hands down Tommy’s slender waist and held him in position. “Wait for me, my prince, because I’m climbing aboard.”
Chapter Fifty
In the days that passed since the photo shoot with Vogue Paris, they explored the rich culture of the city, but there was still no mention of their upcoming anniversary. Jessi almost brought it up several times, but decided to wait to see how long it would take before Tommy remembered on his own. It was hard to believe that the band had him so wound up that he forgot their anniversary, but she tried not to let it put a damper on her evening.
The tour was over and tonight was their last night in Paris. They were having dinner at the famed Le Jules Verne, located at the top of the Eiffel tower. It was the epitome of romance. It could have been extra special if it was an early anniversary dinner, but Jessi told herself to stop thinking about it. Besides, their anniversary was still a week away. Maybe Tommy was planning something when they returned to New York and he wanted to surprise her. She pursed her lips as she thought about it. No. Tommy may have been able to pull it off, but Angel would have given away the surprise. He was horrible at containing his excitement. He was like a kid ready to explode. Nope. Tommy definitely wasn’t planning anything and he forgot their wedding anniversary.
She was tired of stewing about it and needed to let him know how hurt and disappointed she was. No secrets, she reminded herself. Everything was supposed to be laid out in bold letters so there were no ambiguous feelings. She started toward the bedroom, but as soon as she saw Tommy walking toward her, she almost fell off her six inch stilettos. He was wearing the suit from the Vogue Paris photo shoot, including the tie and the Salvatore Ferragamo shoes he bought in Milan. His long blond hair cascaded over his shoulders like a golden water fall and his smile was as bright as the sun. He was the most gorgeous man she ever laid eyes on. It no longer mattered that he forgot their anniversary. She wasn’t angry or upset anymore. She wasn’t even thinking about their anniversary. The only thing she could think about was running her hands over the front of his suit jacket and the muscles that bulged beneath it.
She ran both of her hands over the mounds of his chest. “You’re wearing my suit.”
He gave her a sweet, teasing smile “I thought it was my suit.”
It was custom made for his body and accentuated every muscle in his physique. His broad shoulders and lean waist made him the textbook prototype to wear the fitted suit. It accentuated his perfect body.
Angel followed from the bedroom. For a second she expected him to be wearing the tuxedo from the same shoot, but he was wearing a silver-gray Dolce & Gabbana suit that he bought when they were in Italy. Angel stopped to gaze at Tommy. “Bello.” He turned toward Jessi. “That means beautiful.”
“Well, you both look bello.” She considered her simple strapless dress and frowned. Tommy and Angel, dressed in their exquisite formal attire, overshadowed her in the fashion
department.
“That dress is pretty,” Tommy said, “but wear something a little more flashy. Really do it up, hon. It’s our last night here.”
Tommy was telling her to dress more flashy? He was Mr. Jeans-and-a-T-shirt. The shoes that Angel coerced him into buying in Milan were the only pair he owned. He never wore anything but boots or sneakers. The irony made her laugh.
She changed into a short, black sequined tank dress that she bought at Versace. It sparkled like the ocean at night under a full moon.
“You look beautiful.” Tommy stopped and gazed at her for a long time, with a grin that made her weak.
She sighed. That man of hers still had the ability to make her heart beat faster and the blood pump through her veins like it was on fire. He brushed his lips against hers, while his hand nestled into the curve of her back and pulled her closer. Angel’s mouth was on Tommy’s neck and she could feel the warmth of his body next to hers. “I think we’re going to miss dinner,” she whispered against Tommy’s lips.
Tommy jumped a little. “No. We’ll never get another reservation.”
He removed her hands from around his neck. “I can’t believe I’m passing up the opportunity to rip that dress off of you, but we gotta go. We can finish this when we get back.”
She skipped a step as he pulled her toward the door. She didn’t want to miss dinner at Le Jules Verne, but the sight of Tommy in that suit was doing things to her groin that needed immediate attention. Unfortunately it would have to wait, because Tommy didn’t slow his pace or let go of her hand until they were in the elevator.
The walk through the hotel lobby, in their fancy designer clothes, stirred a commotion. The flash from the cameras caused yellow and white spots to block Jessi’s vision as she navigated through the fans and flurry of the paparazzi. Once outside, her sight cleared enough to fall upon an extraordinary black Bentley Mulsanne. The limousine was the ultimate in luxury. The driver slid from his perch behind the wheel and headed toward the back of the car. Jessi waited to see if a celebrity was about to step out and make a grand entrance into the hotel from the prestigious automobile.
The chauffer tipped his cap and nodded at her, while a cigarette dangled between his lips. He opened the car door and offered her his white-gloved hand. “After you, Mademoiselle.”
Apparently, he misunderstood her interest in the vehicle and she shook her head.
Tommy offered her his arm. “This is for you, hon. We’re going to the restaurant in style.”
She was taken back with surprise. Angel was known for his extravagance, but even for him, a car of this caliber was excessive. “We could have taken a taxi,” she told Angel. “You didn’t have to order us such an expensive car.”
“I didn’t. This is all Tommy’s doing.”
She was boggled by disbelief. The car was more unexpected than the suit. Tommy was always conservative when it came to unnecessary indulgences. Angel was the one who was frivolous. They were total opposites in that respect.
She took Tommy’s hand and stepped into the Bentley, still too awestruck to speak.
He slid into the seat next to her and glanced at the expensive leather interior. “This is pretty nice.”
“You’re full of surprises tonight. Thank you, baby. What else do you have planned that you’re not telling me about?”
“Nothing.” The devilish grin that hid behind his matter-of-fact answer wasn’t convincing. She looked over at Angel for further insight, but his face was turned away and he was staring out the window.
She stopped wondering about Tommy’s intentions when the lights of the Eiffel Tower illuminated the skyline in the distance. It was more breathtaking than she imagined as it loomed over the horizon and pierced the atmosphere with its brilliance.
Once they arrived at its entrance and stood at its base, she grazed her eyes over the landmark tower. It was hard to believe they would be dining at the top of the iconic structure, almost a thousand feet in the air. An attendant took them into a private glass elevator that rose high above the city. The ride was frightening and Jessi’s stomach turned over, but the magnificent view captured her attention. Through the architecture of the crisscross beams of riveted steel, the city below spanned as far as the eye could see.
She squeezed Tommy’s hand. “This is incredible.”
“I knew you’d love it, hon.”
Angel stepped behind them and draped his arms over both of their shoulders. “I’m so happy to share this night with the both of you.” He was overly sentimental and his grip on her shoulder was tight.
The elevator stopped and Angel held his hand out to Jessi. “Are you ready, my princess?”
Jessi froze at the nickname. “What did you just call me?”
Angel gave her his most alluring smile. “If Tommy’s my prince, it just makes sense that you’re my princess.”
She placed her hand on her chest and almost choked up. She adored it when Angel called Tommy “my prince” and secretly wished for a similar term of endearment. She placed her hand in his and smiled. The night couldn’t get much better.
A hostess greeted them and escorted them through the restaurant. “Where are we going?” she whispered to Tommy.
“We have a private table in the back.”
The unexpected shout of “Happy Anniversary” filled the restaurant and startled Jessi. Her sisters were at her side and hugged her, while Alyssa, Damien and Jimmy showered her and Tommy with congratulations. She was stunned at the faces of family and friends that surrounded her.
Tommy placed a bouquet of long stem roses in her arms. “Happy anniversary, hon. Are you surprised?”
“I . . .” She choked on the words. She thought he forget their anniversary, meanwhile he’d been planning an extravagant party.
Angel wrapped his arms around the both of them. “Happy Anniversary, you two. You both changed my life so much.”
He was crushing her roses, so she handed them off to Ella. She imagined how Angel felt at this elaborate party, celebrating the commitment she and Tommy shared. Jessi knew the feeling of inadvertent exclusion, not by choice but by circumstance, and she wouldn’t let that happen to Angel. She held up her left hand and waved her ring finger. “You have one just like this, Angel.”
He stared down at the matching wedding ring on his hand for several seconds and smiled. He placed his hand on top of hers so their rings touched, and Tommy added his left hand to the stack. They often lined their wedding rings up on Tommy’s chest before they went to sleep when he first presented Angel with the ring, but it was a practice they hadn’t done in a while. Only this time, Tommy’s hand wasn’t in the middle, it was Angel’s. Order no longer mattered. The three of them were equally joined together in love. “You’re part of this marriage, Angel, which means you’re part of this celebration. From now on the three of us will celebrate this day together, and we’ll also celebrate the day you and Tommy first got together.”
Angel’s warm eyes melted and his chest deflated as he let out a deep breath. He pulled Jessi and Tommy into his embrace and they all wrapped their arms around each other. Jessi couldn’t tell which arms were Tommy’s and which were Angel’s, but they crushed her. She gripped the both of them just as hard. There wasn’t a sliver of space or air between them, as their bodies craved the closeness of each other’s touch. She closed her eyes and let the love they shared seep into her veins. Their faces were buried in each other’s shoulders and they each whispered an “I love you,” oblivious to the applause that echoed through the room.
They remained engaged in each other’s arms long after the room quieted down. It was a passionate restatement of their love and the life they shared, and she wondered if it was Tommy’s reasoning behind the party.
They slowly loosened their embrace. When Jessi stepped back and looked into Angel’s and Tommy’s eyes, they were covered in a thick haze of moisture that mimicked the tears in her own eyes. She didn’t think it was possible for three people to love each other as m
uch as they did right now.
They were soon flanked by family. Angelita and Ricardo, and Angel’s brother and sister, all hugged him. Tommy’s parents, Barbara and Martin, were at his side, along with his handsome brother Robert, and Maggie and Ella squeezed the life out of Jessi.
“I can’t believe you came all the way to Paris,” Jessi told them.
“We wouldn’t miss your anniversary party.” Maggie gave her another hug. “We’re your sisters.”
“Plus my generous bother-in-law paid for my airfare,” Ella said, with a hearty laugh. “He really went all out for this party.”
Jessi was flabbergasted at the extravagance and at the amount of people who traveled thousands of miles to share in the celebration.
She watched Angel with his parents. They were the most loving and supportive people she ever met, not only to Angel, but to anyone in their lives. If it weren’t for Ricardo’s help, she would have never been able to open her store. He gave his advice and wisdom freely, and he was generous with his knowledge and money. They were all valued qualities that Angel inherited.
Tommy’s parents looked genuinely happy and proud. After the initial shock of Tommy’s sexuality wore off, Martin Blade made tremendous strides in his relationship with his son.
Jessi, Tommy and Angel walked through the array of people and greeted their guests. Buff, shirtless waiters and waitresses dressed in skimpy uniforms passed around trays of hors devours. A bare-chested trapeze artist hung from the ceiling on a silver triangle and glided toward her. In his free hand he extended a bottle of champagne. Someone placed a glass in her hand and he filled it. She’d never seen anything like it before and let out an excited laugh. “What was that?”
Tommy smiled and rolled his eyes in Angel’s direction. “It’s an aerial bartender.” She loved the way he always teased Angel, and there was no need to tell her that Angel was responsible for the staffing and entertainment.
Friends and family pulled them in opposite directions. Jessi turned to find where Tommy and Angel went, but Audra and Kira bombarded her with a hug.
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