Siren in the City Google

by Lexi Blake, Sophie Oak

  “Apparently she decided since she couldn’t get to me or you, she’d enjoy Abby instead,” Sam explained.

  Jack focused on Sam, letting his wife’s brief foray into lesbianism go for a moment. He might have to have another talk with Sally. Male or female, he didn’t care. No one touched his subs without his permission. “You understand what Julian wants for tomorrow night?”

  Sam’s face went blank. Jack couldn’t read it. It bothered him. Sam was almost always an open book. “I know.”

  “Are you all right with that?”

  The elevator door opened and Sam plowed through. He set Abby on her feet, and there was concern in their wife’s hazel eyes. She tried to reach up and touch Sam, but he turned away, preferring to get the door to the suite open. Jack followed, wondering exactly where Sam was going. The tension he’d felt in Sam for some time seemed to be ready to burst over.

  Everything changed tonight.

  He took a deep breath. Everything was going to change and he had to make the decision as to which direction they went in. It was time to put aside his sad-ass fears and be the Dom they needed him to be.

  “Samuel, I would like an answer.” He made sure his voice was deep and even.

  It was his Dom voice, but it felt right now. He rarely used it on Sam. Now seemed like the time to. He needed to get his house back in order. There was only one way to do that. He needed to smash through any barriers they put up to get at the heart of the problem.

  Sam turned, and Jack nearly stepped back at the rage he saw in his partner’s eyes. “You want answers? Fine, Jack, I’ll give you an answer. I’m leaving. I’m sure as hell not letting you take a bull whip to my ass in front of a hundred people when every damn one of them knows I don’t belong to you. I don’t belong to anyone. I never have. Fuck this. I’m done following you. I’m done waiting for you to see what I need. You’re never…”

  He stopped suddenly, as though he couldn’t quite believe what he was saying. His face went slack and his cheeks stained with embarrassment. Then he shut down, his face going blank.

  This was a conversation that was long overdue.

  “Go on, Sam.” Jack held out a hand to stop Abby from interrupting.

  She would want to kiss Sam and make him feel better, but Sam needed this. Sam needed to make his stand. It was a long time coming. Jack could see that now. He carefully made his face a polite blank. He didn’t want to give away what he was feeling. It might stop Sam.

  Sam’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. His face was still slightly bloody from the earlier fight. “You can’t just walk in here after months of ignoring us and snap your fingers and expect us to fall in line like nothing ever happened.”

  “Watch me.” He stood still, studying his partner.

  Sam swallowed as though he suddenly realized he was being stalked. That was good. Sam needed to realize he wasn’t about to let him go. Now that he was standing here, facing his oldest friend in the world, a few things occurred to Jack. His selfishness had hurt more than Abigail. He should have given Sam what he needed a long time ago. He should have seen it. He probably had seen it, but it had been easier to keep the relationship friendly. Love was messy, and Sam was far too important to lose. Now he could see how cowardly that had been.

  Jack was steady and kept his eyes on Sam. “I’m sorry, Sam. I’ve neglected you for a long time. I’ve neglected Abigail, as well. But I’m back and I’m not going anywhere. I’ve been stuck in a bad place. All I can say is I won’t do it again.”

  Sam’s jaw clenched. He glanced at Abby. There was a dullness in his normally clear eyes that ate at Jack. It killed him that he’d been the one to put that look there.

  “Good, I’m glad,” Sam said. “You need to be there for Abby. You brought her into this lifestyle and then stopped taking care of her. It wasn’t fair.”

  Abigail sat silent on the big chaise that dominated the richly decorated room. Her hazel eyes looked worried as they flitted from man to man. Damn it, he’d created this chaos and it was up to him to fix it.

  “I haven’t been sleeping well, Sam.” He owed them an explanation. “I keep seeing that woman try to kill Abby over and over again. Every time I shut my eyes, I see it. I can hear the crack of the pistol.”

  “Damn, Jack,” Sam breathed. “I didn’t know. I knew you weren’t sleeping well, but I didn’t know it was that bad.”

  “I didn’t tell you. I didn’t tell either one of you. It was easier to pull away from you than to admit I felt lost. This evening was the first time in six months I’ve felt like myself.”

  “I knew something was wrong when you stopped spanking me,” Abigail said with a reassuring smile.

  He returned it. “Spanking you is the best part of my day, darlin’. I won’t let it go again. I thought I was too pushy. I worried I would push you right out of my life.”

  “You can’t do that,” she replied before turning to Sam. “And I can’t let you go, either.”

  Sam shook his head. Weariness drew his mouth down, made his eyes dull. It hurt Jack’s heart to see him that way. “I’m glad that you and Jack are all right now, but you have to see that I can’t stay, Abigail. You know me. You know what I want, and I can’t fool myself anymore. I’ll be fine. I’m going to stay here. Julian will give me a place to live for a while.”

  Blood started to pound through Jack’s system again. His vision started to bleed a slight shade of red. Instinct. Sam was fucking his. He was not going to ignore his instinct ever again. “If you think for one minute I’m going to let Julian get his hands on you after all these years, you’re insane, Sam.”

  Sam’s eyes were suddenly latched on him again. “What are you talking about?”

  Jack let his jealousy out. It felt good. It felt like something had been dammed up for a long time and only now was allowed to flow naturally. “I am talking about Julian wanting you, Sam. I am talking about Julian trying to take you away from me. Why do you think I left this place?”

  Sam’s blue eyes were round. “You knew about that?”

  “Of course I knew. I’m not an idiot.” Jack moved closer. He wondered if Sam even realized he was inching in, ready to pounce. It was a move he’d perfected on Abigail, but it was time to bring his other sub into the fold. Jack felt his cock harden. He took a deep breath and let the arousal flow over him. He turned and looked at Abigail, who was watching with deep concern. He winked at her. He turned back to Sam. “Did you think I’d let you fuck Julian, Sam?”

  Sam was dumbstruck for a moment. “I guess not. I guess it would make you think less of me.”

  Jack rolled his eyes and prayed for patience. “When, in all of our years together, did I give you that idea?”

  Sam was silent.

  “Sam, you know I’ve slept with men before, right?”

  “What?”

  Jack chuckled. “Sam, I’ve fucked just about everything I could at some point or another. Even when we were here at The Club, I had nights with both men and women that I didn’t talk to you about. I’ve had a lot of sex, but I’ve only loved two people in my life.” He was standing in Sam’s space. It was easy to reach out and draw him in. He didn’t fight. “I’ve loved Abigail, and, Samuel, I’ve loved you. I prefer women, but I can certainly enjoy a man. I am your Dom, Sam Fleetwood. I have been since we were fifteen years old, long before either of us even understood what the word meant. It’s past time for me to ask the question a Dom always asks his sub. What do you need from me?”

  Jack shoved his fingers into Sam’s thick gold hair. It was dense but soft. His skin was tan from working in the sun. Sam shivered the instant he touched him. It wasn’t with distaste. He could feel the desire pouring off his friend. All that jealousy disappeared. Sam was his. He merely had to take him. He chuckled lightly and discovered he was really looking forward to the next few minutes. It felt good and right to be this close. He brought his lips against Sam’s ear. “I asked you a question, Sam. I expect an answer. Don’t be a pussy. Ask for what
you want.”

  Sam’s jaw clenched, He let out a deep breath and stared Jack straight in the eyes. “I want you.”

  Jack smiled, a deliciously decadent desire flowing through him. He let his eyes go slightly hard. “Knees, Sam.”

  Sam fell to his knees, not gracefully the way Abigail did, but with a small crash. It was something they would work on. He gently twisted his hands in Sam’s hair, pulling his face up. “Who do you belong to, Sam?”

  “You, Jack.” He breathed the words like a benediction. “I belong to you and Abigail.”

  “That’s right.” He stared down into Sam’s clear blue eyes and saw relief in them. He cocked an eyebrow, waiting.

  “What?” Sam asked, obviously confused.

  Jack looked to Abigail, whose eyes were hot as she watched the scene playing out before her. He hadn’t worried about Abby being jealous. Now he could see she had been pushing for this. He shook his head. She really did try to top from the bottom. He mentally added it to her future spankings. “Abigail, you’re going to have to instruct Sam. Please join us.”

  She was off the couch in an instant. He pointedly studied her from head to toe then frowned. Sam wasn’t the only one who needed some instruction.

  “Sorry.” She was breathless as she hurried to get out of her clothes. She knew the rules. It was time Sam learned. Jack wasn’t a full-time Dom and never would be, but in an intimate situation, there would be no question that he was in control. When Abigail was naked, all he had to do was lower his right hand and she dropped to her knees beside Sam. He placed a hand on her head to show he was grateful for the submission. Having a hand on both of them gave him a deep feeling of satisfaction.

  “Abigail, could you explain to our lover why I requested he get on his knees in front of me?”

  Abby’s lips curled up, reminding him of a naughty kitten. “He wants a blow job, Sam.”

  Sam turned quickly to her, his mouth open in a good approximation of what he wanted. “Really?”

  She nodded. “I’m happy about it, too. You’re completely orally fixated, Sam. It gives you something else to suck on. My nipples get chafed.”

  Jack snapped his fingers. If he let them, they would seriously discuss Abigail’s nipple chafing while his dick languished in anticipatory hell. “Focus.”

  “He wants you to undress him,” Abby explained. “Jack doesn’t undress himself. Be careful though. His cock is huge, and it’s incredibly hard right now. He’ll spank your ass if you get it caught in the zipper.”

  Sam nodded and stared at the erection for a moment before his hands went to the button on Jack’s slacks. Jack nodded to Abigail, who had been waiting for the command. At least one of his subs was well trained. She was up, pulling the jacket of his suit off and working on his tie and dress shirt while Sam was still stuck on the zipper. She quickly folded the clothes and was back in her place when Sam managed to get Jack’s cock free.

  He sighed as it sprang out of its cage. Sam stared at the monster with undisguised fascination. There would be time for him to look later. An unfamiliar impatience was on him. Now that they were here, he realized how long he’d been waiting. He wanted to feel Sam’s mouth. He stroked his hard cock and lined it up with Sam’s lips. “Open.”

  Sam’s mouth came open, and Jack firmly took hold of his hair. He planted his feet and eased his dick into Sam’s mouth. If he worried that he’d have to direct Sam’s every move, that anxiety was immediately shoved away. Sam’s mouth closed over Jack’s cock and his tongue ran over it, licking him from base to head and back again.

  Jack had to work to stay on his feet. Sam’s mouth felt completely different from Abigail’s. Her tongue was small and he struggled to force his dick into her small mouth. There was no such trouble with Sam. Sam swallowed him down easily. His lips closed over Jack’s erection and he sucked in long passes. His head worked up and down. Jack found himself fucking hard into Sam’s mouth, trying to find that soft place at the back of his throat. Sam might not have given a blow job before, but he was a fucking natural. Jack felt himself rushing toward orgasm.

  “Stop.” Jack pulled out of Sam’s mouth. He looked down at the man he’d been with since they were both teens. It felt good and right to be with him this way. He wanted this first time to last. “Your mouth is like a furnace, Sam. I don’t want to come, yet. Abigail?”

  He turned slightly and his wife’s tongue ran across his dick. He hissed between clenched teeth. If Sam was a Hoover, Abigail was a butterfly running across his cock. He loved the differences between them.

  They were his. They were finally both his.

  “Lick my balls,” he demanded. “Play for a minute, then I’m going to shoot everything I have straight down Sam’s throat.”

  She ran her small hand around his balls exactly the way he liked it. She gently cupped them, rolling the sac up as she sucked the fluid weeping from the slit of his cock. After a moment, she bent down and licked the line separating his balls. She sucked one and then the other into her mouth. His balls drew up, ready to shoot off. She felt so good.

  Jack pulled her off gently. She sat back as he turned to Sam. “Suck my cock, Sam.” He tangled his fingers in Sam’s hair as he fed him his cock. Sam’s tongue immediately started rolling over him, and he knew he wouldn’t last long. “Relax. I’m going to fuck your mouth. Just concentrate on breathing and following my directions.”

  Sam relaxed slightly. His tongue still teased the underside of Jack’s cock, but he gave up control of the movement. Jack took over. He gave in to his instincts. Sam could take a hell of a lot more than Abigail could. He could be a little brutal, and it would merely get Sam hot. Jack ruthlessly fucked his partner’s mouth, hitting the back of Sam’s throat and pressing down before pulling back almost to his lips. Those lips sucked, desperately trying to keep him in. Jack could have explained he wasn’t going anywhere, but he was concentrating on the way his balls hit Sam’s chin when he shoved his way in.

  “I’m going to come,” he said, the words harsh to his own ears. His eyes found Abigail’s hot, hazel ones. He was certain her pussy was dripping by now. “Tell him what I want.”

  He wanted to hear her sweet feminine voice tell their lover exactly what he required.

  She moved close to Sam, putting her hands on him. “He wants you to suck him dry. Oh, baby, he tastes so good. Swallow him down. Don’t miss a drop.”

  Her hands ran up Sam’s sides, and her tongue traced Sam’s ear. Jack allowed it because Sam didn’t miss a beat. His mouth sucked hard at his cock, daring him to come. Jack’s balls drew up painfully. He groaned as he hit the back of Sam’s throat. Sam swallowed, and Jack felt himself shooting off jets of steaming cum. Sam worked furiously, milking him for every drop.

  “Lick it all off.” Abigail was whispering in Sam’s ear. Jack knew she was going to start rubbing herself soon. She wouldn’t be able to help it. “Let me help,” she practically begged, and then Jack was treated to two tongues running along his softening cock.

  He watched the lovely sight of his gorgeous subs licking him clean. Their tongues played along his dick, running against each other lovingly. He let his hands find their heads and stroked them both. He chuckled. His dick was already starting to get hard again. Fucking both Sam and Abigail would be hard work.

  “Enough,” he ordered softly. Sam would be going out of his mind at this point. Jack could see his hands were shaking with need. His partner was incredibly impatient. It was a problem he intended to work on, but not tonight.

  “Jack?” Sam was breathing heavily. His mouth was red and swollen. Jack leaned over and brushed his lips across Sam’s, tasting himself there.

  “Go on, Sam,” he said softly.

  Sam was on his feet, lifting Abigail in his arms before Jack could step out of his slacks. “Samuel, the bedroom please.”

  Sam cursed and turned. Jack knew what he’d been planning. Sam would have found the nearest flat surface and shoved his dick into Abigail the minute he got her legs spr
ead. As Jack intended to join them, he preferred the bed. They disappeared into the bedroom. He heard Sam grunt and knew it hadn’t taken him long to start fucking their wife. He probably still had his clothes on. Jack shook his head and stripped out of the rest of his clothes, folding them neatly. He walked into the big bedroom and was greeted with the sight he’d expected.

  Sam had her on the edge of the king-sized bed with her fuck-me shoes wrapped around his neck. He stood driving his dick into her pussy with a single-minded strength. He’d gotten his shirt off, but his pants had simply been shoved down far enough to set his cock free. It was a lovely sight. Sam had a damn near perfect body, and Abigail was so feminine it made him sigh to think of her. He watched them for a moment. Sam was dragging in oxygen as he pounded into her. If the tense set of his muscles was any indication, Sam was getting close.

  “Sam, you are not allowed to come yet,” Jack said with his arms across his chest.

  Sam turned his head to look at him, his handsome face wearing a startled expression. He didn’t stop fucking Abby, but he did slow down. “What do you mean? I gotta come. I’m dying here.”

  “You should have thought about that before you pulled that shit tonight.” He strode over to the dresser and opened the bottom drawer. It was where Julian kept the toys. It was his version of a mini-bar. He selected a tube of lubricant, though he noted a few other items they would need very soon.

  “I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop from coming, Jack,” Sam said a little desperately.

  Abigail didn’t seem to be paying a bit of attention to them. She bucked her hips up, trying to force Sam to fuck her harder. Jack swatted her hand as she tried to toy with her clit.

  “Mine, Abigail.” He was amused at the way she pouted and gave him her sad-puppy eyes. It wasn’t going to work. “Did you think I would let you get away with all the shit you’ve pulled? Do I even know all of it?”

  “No.” Sam pulled out of her.

  She whimpered at the loss.

  “Hands and knees, Abigail,” Jack ordered. “Sam, underneath her. You take her pussy.”