Cupping her hips, he hauled her closer. “You’re killing me,” he muttered, reaching between them and bracing his cock, angling the head towards her pussy.
“Hmmm…it’s fun, too.”
Over her shoulder, Jake saw Mason as the other man knelt down behind her.
That was when it clicked. Shit. They weren’t…
Mason urged her down, pushing against her shoulders until she leaned over Jake, her elbows resting on the floor beside his head. Mason’s fingers brushed against Jake’s and automatically, Jake settled his hands higher, gripping Dana’s waist instead of her ass. She wiggled against him and sank down, taking him inside.
Deep. Deep. So fucking deep, he could come just from that alone. It felt so damned good being inside her. Too long—too fucking long since he’d had this. She was tight and hot. The thin barrier of the condom kept him from feeling her completely, but still—damn it, this was Dana. Finally. Finally, he had her again in his arms. Dana…straddling his hips and rocking against him, riding him, kissing him.
“Be still a minute.”
The other voice intruded—an unwelcome, unwanted intrusion and Jake wanted to snarl. Instead, he hooked his arm around Dana’s neck and slanted his mouth over hers, kissing her deep and hard. He felt it when Mason started to penetrate her ass, felt it in the way she tightened around him, the way her body trembled and worked to accept the double invasion. She stiffened, tearing her mouth from his. Her body tensed.
Staring up into her pale gold eyes, Jake saw the pain there. “Shhh…” Stroking his fingers down her cheek, he whispered, “You want to stop?”
She shook her head, frantic. “No…but it hurts. Damn it, I didn’t think it would hurt like this…it’s too much.”
“Do we stop?” he asked again.
She gulped and shook her head. “Oh, hell no. It just hurts…”
“I’ll make it stop.” Sliding a hand between them, he went about doing just that. He sought out the tight, knotted bud of her clit and stroked, massaging it with firm, fast circles. She shuddered, bucked—
Through the thin wall of muscle and tissue separating them, Jake felt it when Mason started to push deeper. Too soon. “Slow it down, Caldwell,” he growled.
Nuzzling Dana’s cheek, he kept petting, kept stroking, teasing her clit until her body shuddered, trembled—and finally, eased, the tight clasp of her pussy relaxing just enough that she sank down on him fully, seating his entire length in her. “That’s it, pretty girl,” he muttered, lashing down the urge to lunge upward, drive into her with his aching dick repeatedly, until the climax he felt building exploded.
He didn’t. He just kept teasing her clit as Mason once more started to push inside, advancing, then stopping and making a slow, teasing withdrawal. Another thrust, deeper, quick, then that same, slow withdrawal. Over and over until Dana started to move between them, rocking down to take Jake, then up and back on Mason.
It was almost too much, Dana thought, dazed. Almost too much. She was stuffed so full, she could barely moved, was afraid to even breathe too deeply. Sweat stung her eyes and she reached up, shoving her hair back from her face. Jake lay under her, his body rigid and still, his eyes rapt on her face. The feel of his body, the scent of it, the sight of it, was familiar and her body responded to his so easily. His cock, achingly hard and thick, stretched her.
Mason moved behind her, keeping his movements slow and shallow, matching hers as he fucked her ass. He tangled his fingers in her long hair and tugged until she lifted up. Jake growled, curving his hands over her waist. She hung like that, suspended between them. Jake’s gaze flicked over her shoulder, glancing behind her, then down, lingering on her lips, then her breasts. His lids drooped, shielding his eyes, then he lifted his head and closed his mouth over one distended nipple.
She cried out and dug her nails into his flesh, arching against him as much as Mason’s hold would allow. Beneath her, Jake tensed, his body going still. Then abruptly, he lunged, arching his back up off the floor and driving into her, hard and fast. She screamed. The harsh, staccato sound bounced off the walls of the small, enclosed porch then faded, replaced by mewling cries as she rocked desperately between them. Desperate. Feverish. Staring into Jake’s dark, deep blue eyes, she pleaded, “Hard. Do it again, Jake. Fuck me hard.”
That was what he did—just as she asked, he drove into her, hard, fast, deep. He could feel Mason doing the same thing, fucking Dana’s perfect, round ass. She screamed, whimpered, shivered, shook, but didn’t come. Her eyes, dazed and desperate, met his. “Help me…”
Working a hand between them, he caught her clit and stroked it, quick, light, the way she liked.
Just like that, she broke, exploding between them. She cried out, but the sound was smothered against Jake’s lips as he tugged her face down to his and kissed her.
He came and it was like the top of his cock damn near came off. His cock jerked, throbbed and he flooded the thin rubber, emptying himself inside of it instead of inside her the way he wanted.
Mason muttered under his breath, his words a nonsensical flow that fell on uncomprehending ears as he reached his climax as well.
Long moments later, the three of them lay tangled on the floor as thunder shook outside and lightening lit the sky in brief, eerie flashes. Cuddled against his chest, Dana stared out the window, a smug, feline smile on her lips. Abruptly, she pushed up on her elbow and leaned down, kissed him. “I keep telling you that you need to spend more time playing…”
He made himself smile. Kept it light and easy as he murmured, “Well, now that I finally found a game I like…” Smoothing her tousled, damp curls back from her face, he said, “Maybe I’ll hang around a while. Until the storm’s over, at least.”
The storm never ended. Not for him.
Pulled back to the present by the sound of Dana’s laughter, he absently answered a question and then pushed back from the table. “I need to get something to eat and get back to my office. Crazy afternoon.”
It was a lie. His afternoon was half-dead, nothing but a couple of sports physicals and a follow-up on a patient with ADHD. But he needed to get away. Needed some distance. Even though walking away from Dana was almost painful. Even though it left him feeling empty and hollow, just like it had for years. Heading towards the line and a meal he didn’t real want, he asked himself, yet again, why he hadn’t just turned around and walked away that rainy afternoon.
Dana wasn’t ever going to get serious. Wasn’t ever going to be just his, only his—forever.
Fantasy material…
Damn, but was this fantasy material.
Friday nights had become routine, Jake wandering over to her place after they both finished up at their respective offices and Mason joining them a little later. Sometimes they went out. Sometimes they ordered pizza.
Tonight she was in the mood to just hang around the house, so after her shower, she’d changed into an old denim skirt and a tank top, not bothering with panties or a bra.
Waiting for Jake, she stood in front of the refrigerator and tried to decide which of the wines she wanted. Reisling. Zinfadel. Decisions, decisions. She pursed her lips and reached for the bottle of Riesling. She went to back up and ended up bumping into Jake. “Hey, I didn’t hear you come in,” she said, smiling up at him over her shoulder. “I’m in the mood for a glass of wine…you want one?”
“I want you.” He slid his hands up and cupped her breasts, pinched her nipples. He dipped his head and raked his teeth across her neck then slid a hand down and pulled her skirt up. “You’re not wearing any panties.”
He slid his hand between her thighs, parting her flesh and pushing just the tip of his finger into her pussy.
She had to catch her breath before she could say anything. “Didn’t see any point.”
He teased one nipple, caressing it lightly with just the flat of his palm. “No point in wearing a bra, either. Witch. You got any idea how hard I get watching you walk around with just a damn tank top on,
your nipples hard? Like they all but begging for me to bite them?”
“Go ahead and bite them.”
“Hmmm…later…” He insinuated a knee between her thighs, forcing her to widen her stance. “Put the wine down, Dana. Before you drop it.”
She did, because as he started to fuck her pussy with his fingers, she knew there was no way she could hold onto much of anything—except maybe him. It was hard to even hold onto the counter while he stood behind her and pumped his fingers in, out, in, out… He slowed the rhythm too damn soon, then stopped altogether, withdrawing his fingers from her pussy. She didn’t have time to get disappointed, because he pressed his fingers, slick and wet from her, against the pucker of her ass. “You love getting fucked here, don’t you?”
“Hmmm… Yeah.” Her knees buckled as he slowly pushed inside, rotating his finger, easing past the tight ring of muscle. Anal sex was something Mason had introduced her to, and for the most part, something she generally only did with him—not out of preference, but because Jake hadn’t ever shown much interest.
Now, though…slanting a look over her shoulder, she stared into heavy-lidded eyes. Now, he wanted. Tilting her hips forward, she eased away from him and then turned, slid her arms around his waist. “Come to my room…”
“Why?”
“Because I want you to take me like that—I want to feel you inside me like that, but the condoms and the lubricant are all upstairs.” Sliding a hand down, she stroked him through his jeans. She pressed a kiss to his chin and whispered, “Please…”
That was where Mason found them less than five minutes later, Dana bending over the bed, her feet on the floor while Jake stood behind her, his cock gloved in a thin, lambskin condom and gleaming from a thick coat of lubricant.
“You all started playing without me,” Mason said, his voice hoarse, eyes glinting with a wicked and playful light as he circled around the foot of the bed and came to a halt.
Dana barely heard him, barely realized he was there. Jake smoothed his hands down her ass and opened her, exposing the tight pucker off her ass. Cool air kissed her and she shivered, then whimpered as he pressed the flared head against her entrance. He wasn’t as long as Mason, but he was thicker and the edge of pain flared just a little too bright as he started to press inside her. She tensed up and without saying a thing, he reached around and grabbed her pocket rocket from the bed where he’d tossed it a few minutes earlier.
Wiggling around, she managed to work a hand between her hips and the mattress, then her breath hissed out between her teeth as she pressed the small device to her clit. It vibrated like mad and the sensations tore through her with bright, red-hot bursts.
“Tight…hot…fuck, Dana,” Jake swore behind her.
He was shuddering. She could feel it. His hands clenched her ass with near brutal strength, his voice was so low, so harsh, she barely understood him, and without even looking at him, she could feel how close to he was to the edge. But still, he moved so slow…easing an inch inside her anus, then withdrawing until just the tip of his cock was gripped by the tight muscles of her ass.
She shivered and rolled her hips back toward him, riding the thick, hot pillar of his cock, taking him a little deeper. “Jake…please…”
He stilled, swore. She pushed back harder, taking as much of him as she could with the bed hampering her movements.
“Fuck…” More a growl than anything else and she didn’t have time to brace herself before he lunged and drove in deep, deep, deeper, until she taken every last inch of him. She dropped the pocket rocket and shoved up on her elbows, crying out in dazed, delighted shock.
The bed shifted as Mason climbed up on the side opposite hers. He’d stripped out of his clothes and as he crawled to her, not a damn thing hid any of that beautiful body from her view. Not even a rubber. He grabbed her head and went to guide his cock to her mouth, but she turned her head aside. Panted out, “Condom.”
Mason swore but pulled back, but by the time he got back to her, Dana was whimpering, shuddering, just on the edge of climax. Jake slapped her ass lightly and said, “Come for me, Dana.”
He spanked her again, then a third time—then she was climaxing, hard and fast, the muscles in her ass clutching and milking his cock. Even as it faded, though, she needed more. Desperate for it, dying for it.
Mason settled on his knees in front of her, one hand wrapped around his sheathed cock and stroking lightly. Greedily, she opened her mouth and then he was there, pushing the rounded head past her lips, deep, deep, until he bumped against the back of throat. He fisted his hands in her hair and fell into a lazy rhythm, a stark contrast to Jake.
Behind her, Jake rode her hard, digging into her ass with hard, driving thrusts. She whimpered around Mason’s length and shoved her butt back against Jake. He swore and spanked her, harder this time, so hard it set the flesh of her ass on fire, again and again, until she would have begged him to stop. She couldn’t, though, not with Mason fucking her mouth and not with another climax racing in on her, striking her in the core and then exploding through her entire body.
She had to scream—had to—went to pull away, but Mason tightened his fingers and rasped, “Fuck, Dana…please, baby, don’t stop…”
The scream stayed trapped inside, building, building, as aftershock and aftershock crashed through her. Jake’s cock jerked and even through the rubber he wore, she could feel the hot rush as he climaxed.
Mason followed soon after, his hips jerking, the hands fisted in her hair tightening to hold her steady as he shuddered and emptied himself. He fell to his side, dazed while Dana sagged. The muscles in her legs gave out and if Jake hadn’t held her hips, if she hadn’t still been impaled on his cock, she would have gone to the floor on her knees.
“Shhh…” Jake crooned, stroking a hand across the stinging flesh of her butt as he withdrew. “Easy, pretty girl…”
Once he’d withdrawn, she sagged to her knees and then ended up on her side, eyes closed as she fought to breathe. She didn’t stay there long, though. Jake disappeared briefly and over the roaring in her ears, she heard water running, heard the toilet flush. Then he was there, lifting her in strong, gentle arms and laying her on the bed. Her blankets were in a tangle at the foot—she rarely remembered to make the bed and after Jake slid in behind her, he grabbed one and hauled it up, covering their bodies.
Mason grunted, batting the blanket away from his head. Cool air rushed in as he climbed out of bed and made his own visit to the bathroom.
By the time he returned, she was already asleep, wrapped in Jake’s arms.
Hours later, Dana lay on the bed, pressed between two hard, warm male bodies and smiled as she slowly drifted awake. Mason lay behind her, taking up about half the bed, as always. She couldn’t see him, but she didn’t have to see him to know that he’d be laying there with half the blankets, his face buried against the mattress as though that alone would keep the outside world from intruding on his sleep.
She was on her side, tucked up against Jake, his hand drifting up and down her back.
“Good morning.”
She smiled against him and murmured, “Morning.” Angling her head up, she looked at him and it came as no surprise to see that he looked wide-awake, like he’d been lying there for hours, just waiting for her to wake up. His midnight blue eyes were clear and alert, warming as she smiled up at him.
He pushed her tangled hair back from her face, tugged her a little closer. Obligingly, she wiggled up and met him halfway as he kissed her. It was a slow kiss, soft and sweet, and her heart melted in her chest as he laid his hand on her cheek. He had a way of touching her that made her feel special, treasured, somehow. Even as he had her burning so damn hot, she could easily believe in spontaneous combustion.
His hands stroked down her back, cupped her hips. Shifting against him, Dana straddled him and braced her hands on the mattress beside his head, all without breaking contact with his mouth. Between her legs, she could feel the hard, heated len
gth of his cock and she shuddered. Lifting her head, she stared down in to his midnight blue eyes. “Condom?”
He hooked his arm around her neck, pulling her back down to meet his kiss as he reached out with his other hand, fumbling on the nightstand. She eased back and took the rubber, tearing it open. He wrapped his hand around his cock, held it steady as she rolled it down his length. He jerked under her fingers, the skin silky and hot, feeling almost delicate, especially compared to how fucking hard he was.
Shifting back into position, she held him steady and sank down on him, groaning as he stretched her. She was wet, but swollen—no way she couldn’t be swollen after the night she’d had. But she needed more.
A lot more. Leaning back over him, she kissed him, slanting her mouth over his and pushing her tongue into his mouth. She loved how he tasted, loved how he felt. Jake banded his arms around her middle and thrust upward, burying himself inside her. She shuddered and cried out against his lips.
Jake groaned as she rocked against him, the slick, soft tissues of her pussy clenching around his cock, squeezing tight, milking him…driving him mad. From the corner of his eye, he saw Mason shift, knew they were being watched. Pissed him off—but not as much as it did when Mason started to roll towards them. Jake moved quickly, placing his body between Mason and Dana’s—he needed this. Just this, with her.
Fuck knows it wasn’t enough—wasn’t what he needed, not from her, but he had to take what he could, and right now, damn it, he’d take it all, and he’d take it for himself. Dana, still unaware of Mason, cried out as Jake caught her thigh and pushed it high, then slid his fingers down the satiny inside until he could strum his fingers across her clit.
“Say my name,” he whispered, hunkering over her, blocking out everything else.
Dana’s lashes fluttered, lifted. A sexy, slow smile curled her lips upward and she whispered, “Jake.” She lifted her arms to them and like a dying man, he went to her, lost himself inside her.
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