Blood of Eve

by Pam Godwin

  My heart rate increased, and a sheen of moisture formed on my skin. Did that mean he trusted the IUD? Trusted it enough to give me that final part of himself?

  Shea wiped the gel off my stomach with a tissue. Then she slid off the bed with the ultrasound machine tucked under her arm, singing, “Somebody’s getting laid tonight.”

  Jesse didn’t take his eyes off me, ever calculating and patient, without acknowledging Shea at all.

  “Okay then.” She walked backward. “I’m just going to…uh…” She wiggled her fingers at me and slipped out the door, shutting it behind her.

  Jesse continued to stare at me, stringing along the tension. How long would he keep me waiting?

  I rose on my knees and faced him head-on in a battle of glares.

  The bed bounced behind me, followed by Roark’s footsteps, his soft voice absent of all humor. “Since this is your first time together, I’ll give ye some privacy.”

  “Stay,” Jesse and I said at the same time, without breaking eye-contact.

  I didn’t know what prompted Jesse’s desire for Roark’s presence. I wanted him there because he loved to watch, because I hoped he would eventually join in, and because this wasn’t just a relationship of two.

  The chair beside the bed creaked, the sound of Roark settling in. I grinned at Jesse, trembling with a heady flush of arousal. There were endless ways to jump full-speed ahead. I could remove my clothes, play with my nipples, or finger myself until Jesse attacked me. But I didn’t want to rush him or control this.

  It was incredibly arousing the way he watched me, possessing me with a look, making me wait. I wanted his command, wanted to bend beneath the steady, imposing strength of his will.

  The weight of his eyes held me in place for an eternal moment, then he looked away. But the spell wasn’t broken.

  My gaze followed him as he stood. As he pulled the heels from my feet and dropped them. As he gripped my skirt and yanked it, along with my panties, down my legs and off. As he lifted the shirt over my head and tossed it behind him.

  I stared up at his face, magnetized by the raw sexuality of his gorgeous features, and held my breath.

  “On your hands and knees. Face the headboard. Legs spread.”

  Holy hell, the sternness in his voice sent my inner muscles into a clenching frenzy. Spinning into position, with my ass in the air, breasts hanging beneath me, and pussy bared, I’d never felt more desired.

  He prowled around the bed, viewing my body from every corner, his gaze tracing my mouth, the curve of my ass, the V between my legs, as if he didn’t know which end to fuck first.

  The fall of his steps glided steadily along the carpet. I held my lower body still, braced on hands and knees, and pulse thundering as I tracked his movements with my eyes, craning my neck, willing him to move closer, to touch me. Fuck, I needed him, needed his hands on me, the force of his hunger holding me down, his cock shoving inside me, dominating my pleasure with every breath in his body.

  He stopped at the foot of the bed. “Eyes forward.”

  I moaned and sneaked a peek at Roark. A few feet away, he reclined in the chair, ankle propped on a knee, elbow on the armrest, and fingers curled beneath his chin. He wasn’t looking at me. His eyes were on Jesse, lazy and hooded, watching the other man with curiosity, respect, and maybe even love.

  “Eyes!” Jesse’s hand smacked against my ass with a stinging crack.

  I jerked my head forward, glaring at the filigree carvings that edged the king-sized headboard, even as my pussy heated and throbbed. “Bossy.”

  “Ye love it,” Roark said, his brogue thick and husky.

  “Only in the bedroom.” I ground my hips in the air, the urge to glance back to see their faces overwhelming. But I fought it.

  The loosening of Jesse’s metal belt sounded behind me, followed by his zipper lowering and the whisper of his clothes falling to the floor.

  My diaphragm heaved, my breaths rough and uneven. Liquid heat collected between my thighs, cooling in the air, my sensitive flesh swelling, opening, so fucking ready.

  “You’re leaking down your legs, darlin’. I don’t even need to touch you. I could just slide right in.”

  “Come on, Jesse,” I groaned, breathless. “Stop teasing me.” I writhed on my hands and knees, my pussy clamping down, empty, needy, waiting. “Fuck me.”

  He grabbed my hips from behind, and the mattress dented beneath his knees. I bit down on my bottom lip, anticipating a warlike thrust, but it was his mouth…Oh, sweet fuck, his tongue that drove into me, quickly joined by his fingers, his lips, his teeth.

  With a hand on my hip, he controlled my movements as he fucked me with his mouth. His whiskers burned against my folds. His fingers rolled over my pulsing clit, and his thumb hooked inside me.

  I lost the strength in my arms and my shoulders fell against the mattress as he continued his assault. I thought I heard Roark’s zipper, but couldn’t track the sound amid the panting of my breaths and the wet smacking noises of Jesse’s mouth.

  Jesse pressed impossibly deeper, his tongue tracing the walls of my cunt, coaxing me closer, faster… Ohfuckohfuckohfuck.

  A scream tore from my throat as the orgasm burst in vicious waves through my body, gripping my limbs, shaking, blinding, stealing all my oxygen.

  His hands wrapped around my waist, holding my ass against his face as he nuzzled and bit, burying his stubble between my cheeks, his tongue sliding and flattening against my asshole.

  “Oh my God.” My eyes rolled back in my head, my breath trembling and fingers curling into the bedding.

  He sought out every pleasure zone in reach as his mouth slid down the back of my thigh, up the other one, over my ass, and heated a breathy trail along my spine.

  His hand flattened on my belly, caressing upward, cupping and squeezing my breasts. He stopped to trace the C-shaped scar around my boob, his touch tender yet heavy with memory. As my skin warmed and shivered and my cheek lay against the mattress, my thoughts chased all the miles we’d shared together, the places we’d been, and the destinations we’d yet to reach.

  With his chest pressed to my back, his body flexed against me. His hand vanished behind his head, and before I could question him, the turquoise stone lowered to the mattress beside my face.

  His mouth moved to my ear. “I love you.”

  My throat closed up, my choked response pushing past it. “Love you.”

  Instinctively, I turned toward Roark and mouthed the same words, my voice stolen by the raw desire flickering in his eyes and the hard erection lying bare and ignored against his abs.

  The weight of Jesse’s body lifted. He grabbed my leg, flipped me on my back, and settled his hips between my thighs, hands braced on either side of my shoulders.

  There was a sliver of air between our heaving chests, but he was so close I could feel his muscles trembling, hear the hammer of his heart, and see the wetness of my arousal coating his stubble. The hot, hard press of his cock nudged my pussy, the tip gliding through the wetness, his hips shaking with the need to thrust.

  I cupped his face with my hands, moving down the stretched cords of his neck, over his shoulders and around his biceps. I couldn’t get enough of his bare skin. It made my own chill beneath a stampede of goosebumps. But I wasn’t cold. I was burning up.

  He lowered his chest, his hard body hovering in a push-up, his arms bunching under my hands as he held himself up. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

  I’m going to fuck you now.

  My heart sang at the thick drawl of Jesse’s words. This wasn’t about fucking me or owning me or taking me. He was giving himself to me.

  An oath without ceremony.

  Till death do us part.

  At the edge of my vision, Roark sat back in the chair, his jeans bunched around his thighs, the hard length of his cock jutting from his lap and gripped in his fist.

  “Oh God.” I gripped Jesse’s ass. “Please.”

  Something snapped behind his eyes,
and his restraint shattered with the drive of his hips. He shouted as he entered me, his head falling beside mine and his cock slamming with urgency.

  The body-tingling stretch of his girth was unfathomable. I scratched at his back and ground my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. He raised his head, his lips finding mine, his tongue lashing through my mouth. I opened for him, angling my neck for a deeper taste, wanting more, to devour, to be consumed.

  He pulled his mouth away and buried it against my neck. His hand shoved between us and gripped the base of his cock while he continued to thrust.

  “Evie. You need to come. I’m not—” He grunted, panting, his hips pounding ruthlessly. “I’m not gonna last. I can’t…I can’t—”

  His arm jerked away, and his hands slammed against the mattress as his spine bowed and his body locked up.

  “Fuuuuuck!” His head fell back on his shoulders, and sinews stretched and pressed against his throat.

  Holy hell, he was a glorious sight. His eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, pecs contracting, and thighs like steel against mine. Then he groaned, a vibrating guttural sound, as his cock pulsed inside me, hot and hard, spurting his release.

  He collapsed on top of me, his forearms on either side of my head, supporting his weight. As we caught our breaths, we watched each other openly, happily. No words exchanged or needed. For a long moment, with his cock twitching inside me, we simply enjoyed the intimacy of the connection.

  I could’ve drifted to sleep in that blissful dream-state, wrapped in the warmth of his skin, our legs intertwined, and hearts beating as one. But I hadn’t forgotten Roark, and contrary to my assumption about a man’s recovery rate, Jesse was still hard inside me.

  He turned his head toward Roark, eyes narrowing on the erection Roark gripped in one hand. With a grunt, Jesse reached for the bottle of ultrasound gel on the nightstand and tossed it at him.

  Was he telling Roark to jerk off? Or holy shit, was he planning on fulfilling my fantasy?

  He rolled us, his arm cinched around my back and a hand on my thigh, keeping his cock firmly seated in the clutch of my body, the movement inside me flaring wonderful sensations through my body.

  I ended up on top, with him on his back, staring up at me. Shit, he was so sexy it was no wonder I was in a perpetual state of arousal.

  I stared back and rolled my hips. “Again?”

  I’d asked this last time, but seriously, how was he still hard?

  He pulled me down until I lay flat against his chest, my thighs straddling his waist, and his cock sliding ever-so slightly along my inner muscles.

  “Evie, I haven’t had sex in over two years. To say I’m a little excited right now is an understatement. Besides…” He grinned, and there was a whole lot of cocky in those shiny copper eyes. “I’ve got to prove I can last longer than three seconds.”

  Oh, well, who was I to come between a man and his ego?

  Roark climbed on the bed behind me. Just thinking about the view laid out before him, with Jesse’s knees bent and legs spread and my cunt stretched around a huge length of cock, surged a renewed quiver in my pussy.

  Jesse palmed my ass, spreading my cheeks apart, and pressed a finger against the ring of muscle. “Have you ever been fucked here?”

  He used his grip to move me up and down his shaft, teasing both of us.

  I groaned in response, my breath catching. “Michio. A couple times.”

  Just thinking about it heated every cell in my body. I loved anal sex, fucking jilled off to fantasies of it.

  I met Roark’s eyes over my shoulder, and the need dilating his pupils had everything and nothing to do with fucking. He’d only had sex twice in his life, but this moment…this connection between the three of us was as meaningful for him as it was for me.

  He knelt between Jesse’s legs, gorgeously nude, his cock hard and long between his powerful thighs. Lowering to his elbows, he slid his hands under Jesse’s thighs and along my calves where I straddled Jesse’s torso. It was such an intimate position, his arms hugging us to him and his face inches from where we were joined.

  Then I felt him, his lips dragging along my folds, tongue sliding upward, pressing against my puckered hole and returning to lave my pussy.

  Jesse groaned beneath me and locked his arms around my back, hips thrusting. There was no way Roark could be tonguing my cunt without licking the shaft buried inside it.

  I pushed Jesse’s hair from his brow, framed his face with my hands, and stared into his eyes. He struggled to maintain eye-contact, his lids closing and jaw clenched. Roark’s mouth moved lower, lower, then his breaths floated away from my pussy.

  Jesse’s eyes widened, and his hands clenched the back of my head, holding my face to his neck.

  “Oh Jesus.” His chest heaved. “Oh fuck.”

  Was Roark licking his balls? Teasing his asshole? Something was making Jesse punch his hips and shudder beneath me.

  I pulled back and studied his expression, his shock contorting into confusion then tightening and straining into pure pleasure.

  The sound of squirting gel filled the room, and cold wet fingers caressed my anus. The heat of Roark’s body smothered my back, and his thighs pressed against the insides of Jesse’s. His lips brushed my shoulder, and the head of his cock pushed against my tight ring.

  As his mouth moved over my cheek, I turned my face toward his, giving him a long, deep, torturous kiss.

  He leaned back, breathing heavily, and looked at Jesse. “Got her all oiled up like, but I’ve never kicked the back doors in before. I den’ want to hurt her.”

  Jesse barked out a strained, husky laugh. It really was funny hearing Roark admit that, something we already knew, in such a serious tone.

  “Okay.” Jesse widened his legs and gripped my rear, pulling my cheeks apart. “Straddle my thigh, Roark.”

  He did, wrapping his hands around my ass, his fingers curling over Jesse’s.

  “Evie’s going to push back against you.” Jesse dug his fingers against the fleshy meat of my butt. “Go slow. Watch her body for cues.”

  I leaned down and kissed Jesse’s lips. “You’ve done this before.”

  He kissed me back. “Anal? Yes.” Another hungry kiss. “But not this.”

  He’d shared a woman with another man before, but he hadn’t gone as far as double-penetration?

  I grinned, licking his lips. “I’m getting another first with you.”

  “With both of us.” He glanced at Roark then ducked his head to nuzzle and suck my breasts.

  Roark ran a hand along my spine and slowly, cautiously, worked his way into my ass. I pushed back against him, trying to fit as much of him inside as I could, but my God, I was full, stretched to the point of pain. A consuming, self-possessing, addictive kind of pain.

  With Jesse already buried snuggly inside, every inch Roark added felt like a heavy, penetrating force, a burning pressure. But it felt right. I was in no danger. I could stop this whenever I wanted.

  He shoved to the root and my nerve-endings screamed with biting pleasure, my body humming with a sense of belonging.

  Jesse gripped the back of my neck and yanked my mouth to his, roughly tugging my lips between his teeth. Heat spread through my body, roaring toward that climatic peak. I needed more. I needed them to move.

  It took them a few awkward thrusts to find their groove, but once they fell in sync, their cocks moved as one, pounding to the same diabolical beat.

  Their hands and mouths were everywhere, their bodies gliding under and over me, muscles contracting, and breaths choking. The scent of sweat and sex chased my inhales, and the reverberating sounds of their groans aroused me beyond sanity.

  Roark’s chest covered my back, his hips pumping, his teeth biting my shoulders. I didn’t know how Jesse bore the weight of both of us, but he didn’t complain as his hands pulled my hair at the roots and his tongue vigorously thrust against mine.

  “So fecking tight, love,” Roark panted in my ear.

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sp; Could they feel each other through my inner wall? Imagining it made my hips move faster, my hands caressing every inch of hard, flexing muscle within reach.

  Jesse let his head fall back against the mattress, his mouth hanging open to accommodate his heavy breaths.

  A look passed between them, one that had Roark grinning and Jesse hardening his eyes. Their hips slowed, stopped, and the way they stared at one another turned me on more than anything else they’d done that night.

  “Kiss him, Roark.” I pulled in a ragged breath and shifted to the side, dropping my cheek on Jesse’s shoulder. “You want to.”

  Roark gripped a handful of Jesse’s hair and leaned down. Jesse didn’t move to meet him, but he didn’t fight him off either, his eyes frozen in an unblinking glare.

  My pulse went wild, and my pussy squeezed around Jesse’s cock. He groaned, and Roark swooped in, mashing his lips against Jesse’s.

  Jesse didn’t kiss him back, his mouth slack and partly open, but a moment later, his hands shot to my waist, his fingers digging against my skin, and they began to move.

  Their jaws stretched and rubbed together, their tongues tangling and teeth nipping. Then their thrusts quickened. Jesse’s hips rotated and ground seductively against me as Roark slammed into my ass.

  I cried out, trembling with intoxicating pleasure. The sight of their hungry mouths molded together and the friction of their hard bodies flexing around me, in me, ripped me open in a burning explosion of colored lights and choking screams. As I shot into ecstasy, their heads turned and their mouths covered my neck, my face, and my lips.

  We were tongues and hands and skin, driving our hips as one entity. I came again, and as they released with me, I wrapped my arms around Jesse’s neck. Roark gripped my hips tightly, their cocks pushing and pulsing until I thought I might pass out.

  I lost track of how many times I orgasmed that night. We showered and hydrated and fucked until my free-falling world went black. Maybe they blacked out, too. All I knew was I slept heavily, peacefully, between two of the men I loved while dreaming about finding the third.