Jason

by Laurell K. Hamilton

  "I like to watch, more than Jason does," Nathaniel said.

  "I'd love to look up the line of Anita's body while Jason mouth-fucked her." She closed her eyes, her body spasming with the thought that she said next: "Watching his ass go up and down, his dick going in and out of her mouth while I ate her out would be incredible."

  "Agreed," Nathaniel said.

  "Mouth-fucking is something very specific," I said, "and not always my favorite thing unless I let the ardeur out of the box, and I don't think that would be a good idea for the four of us."

  "But you are great at deep-throating," J.J. said.

  "That's different from mouth-fucking," I said.

  She looked puzzled.

  "You really haven't been with that many men, have you?"

  "Not in a decade, and honestly, high school boys just didn't interest me that much, except for Jason."

  "I'm not saying no to vigorous oral sex from Jason, but unless I'm in the right mood, mouth-fucking is sort of an endurance sport, and it might distract me enough that I will take a long time to go from oral myself."

  "I'm not sure I understand the difference between deep-throating and mouth-fucking, and maybe you can demonstrate sometime, but anything that makes you not go from me going down on you is a no. I want you and me to enjoy it."

  "I think I'll be enjoying myself, too," Jason said with a grin.

  "Okay, Anita is busy at both ends, and Jason and I don't have sex together, so we're out of places for me to go," Nathaniel said.

  She looked down, and I realized she was blushing. "Not completely out of places."

  "No hinting, honeybunch," Jason said, "we have to be very clear on this. Are you saying that Nathaniel could have actual sex with you?"

  She nodded.

  "Gotta say it out loud, J.J., no misunderstandings."

  "If everyone is okay with it, I'd like to try"--she blushed harder, and then went pale--"having intercourse with Nathaniel."

  Jason grinned. "I'm okay with it."

  "Really?" she asked, looking up at him.

  He nodded. "Really."

  "So we're going to daisy-chain us all," I said.

  "Maybe, or maybe we'll just break into couples again," J.J. said.

  "But you with Nathaniel and me with Jason," I said.

  She nodded, not looking at us, and then finally darted a glance at me. I don't know what she expected to see, but whatever she saw seemed to reassure her, because she said, "Yes, if that's okay with you?"

  I smiled. "It's okay with me."

  "Really?"

  "Really," I said.

  She looked at Nathaniel. "Are you okay with it?"

  Nathaniel turned his face so she couldn't see his expression, but I got to watch him fight for a more neutral look before he turned his head back so he could see her. "Yes, very yes. Someone untie me."

  "Just say it," Jason said, smiling.

  "What?" J.J. asked.

  "Nathaniel, just say, 'not only yes, but hell yes'!"

  Nathaniel grinned and finally said with a laugh, "What you said. Now someone please untie me so we can do this."

  We untied him.

  12

  I LAY DOWN propped on pillows, so my head was already raised to look down the line of my body, and another pillow under my ass, so that J.J. didn't get a crick in her neck. She lay down, her hands petting along my thighs and looking down at my body. "God, you're beautiful," she said, and I realized she wasn't looking at my face, or breasts, and I didn't think anyone had ever complimented that part of me in quite that way. I wasn't sure what to say, so I settled for, "Thank you."

  She looked up, letting her gaze go slowly up the line of my body, lingering on my breasts and settling on my face, meeting my eyes. The expression on her face was eager, serious, almost hungry in its heat.

  "It's been a while since you got to be with someone besides your girlfriend, isn't it?"

  "Yes," she said, and lowered her face to kiss the side of my hip, as she kept that intent eye contact.

  "I don't think monogamy is your gig," I said, and my breath sped a little as she kissed a little more to the middle of my, um, hip.

  "No," she said, and laid another soft kiss over the mound of me, and then she licked just around the edge of me. It made me catch my breath. "Oh, you're going to be fun," she said.

  "Yes, yes she is," Jason said. It made us both look at him and Nathaniel on the side of the bed watching us. Jason didn't look sexual, he looked happy, content, just comfortable and happy. Nathaniel's face held more heat.

  J.J. plunged her tongue lower, and it made me look at her, eyes wide. She gave me that grin that reminded me so much of Jason and then settled her mouth between my legs and began to explore. That was the only word I had for it; she ran her tongue along each fold and watched me react.

  "You're seeing what works, aren't you?" I asked, a little breathless.

  She rose up enough to say, "Yes, I want to see what your body reacts to, before the men join us, so I can be sure it's my tongue that's making your body jump and not something they've done."

  "Sounds reasonable," I said.

  She grinned again, half her smile hidden by my body. "Reasonable, I don't want reasonable."

  "What do you want?" I asked.

  "You screaming your orgasm for me."

  I laughed, sort of startled. "Confident, aren't you?"

  "Yep," she said, and put her mouth where her brag was; of course, if you're really that good, it's not bragging, it's just fact.

  J.J. was good. She'd signaled the men in when she said, "I know where most of the buttons and switches are now; come help make her eyes roll back into her head."

  I might have protested the wording, but she did something with her tongue that totally distracted me. Jason's face was above me, smiling. He kissed me, gently, and whispered, "Thank you."

  I started to say, "My pleasure," but J.J. did something that made me cry out and try to look down at her at the same time. Jason laughed, and when I was lying back on the pillows again without spasming, he got on his knees with one leg on either side of my chest. He was nude, his shorts lost while my attention had been on J.J. I looked up the line of his body. He was already partially erect, but I didn't reach for that. I cupped the warm looseness of his balls, rolling them gently in one hand. He closed his eyes for me, and then J.J. made my whole body spasm and I had to let go of him very suddenly. My hand could safely spasm on the shaft of him, but the rest was too delicate for what my body was doing.

  I said, "Oh, God."

  Jason laughed.

  I wrapped my hand around the shaft of him and squeezed, just enough to stop the laughter and make him shudder above me. J.J. stopped licking and started sucking, and my body spasmed for her, my hand clinching and shaking around Jason's body. He gave a soft cry, and when he looked down at me again his eyes were wild, eager.

  J.J. had apparently played with all the buttons and switches she wanted, and was goal oriented on one switch in particular. She wrapped her mouth around me and licked with her tongue at the same time that she was sucking. Even as I felt the warmth begin to grow between my legs, I filed away what I was feeling to ask her how she was doing it and to see if I could duplicate it, but that was later; right now . . . I angled Jason downward and slid my mouth over him. I wanted him inside me when I came.

  I sucked him, using my hand to guide him and avoid my teeth; nothing was a deal killer like an accidental tooth nick. I opened my mouth wider and moved lower on the pillows as J.J. brought me closer and closer to the edge. I slid my hands between Jason's thighs to touch his ass and press him closer to me, using my hands to start him moving in and out of my mouth. He didn't need much encouragement to start sliding himself in and out of my mouth, slowly at first, and then as I raised my mouth eagerly, he started moving faster, putting more hip movement into it, and into me. J.J. was sucking and licking harder, faster, and I wanted Jason's body to do the same to my mouth; it just seemed to work, and drive the pleasur
e higher to have both of them working together, so that I angled my mouth and throat eagerly, wanting him to go as far down as he could from that angle. Jason was long enough to make it enjoyable without making me feel like I was choking. It was an angle I wouldn't have tried with all the men in my life, but right that moment it worked, it totally and completely worked. My hands found the pillows and clutched at them as I let Jason move his hips as much as he wanted, and J.J. sucked hard and harder, the tip of her tongue still licking, and the building warmth crashed up and out and suddenly I was screaming my orgasm around Jason's body, until he drove himself deep enough that I couldn't scream. Sometimes that would have been too much, but tonight the feel of him down my throat, forcing my mouth wide with his body buried as tight as he could get it, was perfect for me to spasm and shiver while wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. J.J. kept sucking, licking, so that I wasn't sure if it was all one orgasm or a series of them, one spilling into the other.

  Jason drew himself out of my mouth before I was done, so I got to scream again. I heard him say, "If I don't stop, I'm going to go."

  I managed to gasp, "Go . . . breasts!" I meant he could go in my mouth until he was almost ready to go, and then go on my breasts, and he seemed to understand me, because he slid himself back into my mouth and started fucking my mouth in earnest. It was almost too much, almost, and then J.J. hesitated in her sucking, and then she started sucking harder than before, so that I screamed when Jason's body let me, but in between I sank into the feel of his body slipping in and out of my mouth, down my throat, and J.J.'s mouth sucking me as if she meant to find the sweet, gooey center of my body, and make me come until I tapped out, or passed out.

  And then J.J. screamed her orgasm with her mouth buried against me, and it made me scream again, my body bucking underneath them both. Jason pulled himself out of my mouth, and then he went, hot and liquid across my breasts. I opened my eyes enough to see him kneeling above me, his hand on himself aiming where I'd asked him to go, pouring himself over my breasts, so that seeing that made me scream again, and finally J.J.'s mouth wasn't on me anymore, but she was still crying out.

  I fought the eye-fluttering orgasm to look down the bed and got a glimpse of Nathaniel behind J.J., and I knew exactly what was making her cry out. I'd have liked to have a better view, but the first big orgasm aftershock caught me and made me writhe underneath Jason, screaming wordlessly, my hands digging into the pillows, because he'd asked not to be scratched up, so I dug at the pillows instead of his flesh while the orgasm rocked me, and his pleasure spilled down my breasts in a happy, sticky mess.

  13

  THE FOUR OF us managed to crawl, fall, and collapse into a big pile. J.J. had collapsed with her upper body across my thighs and hips, Nathaniel curled around her, his hair tangled over them and my legs. Jason managed to grab the wet wipes on the bedside table so he could clean me up enough to not completely trash the sheets. As he cleaned up my breasts, he said, "I made the mess, it's the least I can do."

  I gave him a thumbs-up, because I still couldn't talk or move. Good that he was mobile, good for him. But once he had me mopped up, he curled against my side, one arm across my stomach, his head resting against my shoulder.

  J.J. found her voice first, though she was a little hoarse from screaming. "You both should come on one of Jason's visits to New York. We could have so much fun."

  "How would you introduce Anita and Nathaniel to Freda?" Jason asked.

  She rubbed her face against my thigh and said, "Anita as our lover, and Nathaniel as mine, and your best friend."

  "Freda would go apeshit," Jason said, snuggling in against me a little more.

  "She would," J.J. said.

  I looked down at her blond hair, which was all I could see of her face. "Are you trying to use us as an excuse for the big fight?" I asked.

  "Maybe," she said, and rolled her head enough to look up at me.

  "Just break up with her," Nathaniel said, and he moved his face enough so I had a glimpse of his eyes through his hair.

  "We share an apartment; do you know how hard it is to get a nice place at a reasonable rent in New York?"

  "Are you saying that you'll try to make her move out in a huff, so you don't have to move?" I asked.

  "It's a thought," she said.

  I laughed. "That is cold, J.J."

  "Mercenary, even," Jason said, reaching his arm down enough to stroke her hair.

  "You've never tried to get an apartment in the city," she said.

  "It can't be that bad," I said.

  She gave me a look out of her blue eyes that was scathing and totally didn't match the warm, nefarious puppy pile we were in.

  "Okay, maybe it is that bad," I said.

  "Sorry to leave the cuddling, but I've got to get the condom off," Nathaniel said. He kissed J.J. on the cheek, which made her smile, and extracted himself from her and my legs. He crawled up and kissed me on the mouth, softly, thoroughly, and drew back with both of us smiling. The smile changed to something less tender and more boy as he looked at Jason. He held out his fist, and Jason fist-bumped him, grinning.

  "Fist bump, really," J.J. said.

  "We could high-five," Jason said.

  "Shaking hands, maybe," Nathaniel suggested.

  I laughed. "Go clean up, before the condom glues itself to you."

  He started to crawl off the bed, and then said, "Damn, I got stuff in my hair. I'm going to have to wash it."

  "That'll take forever," I said.

  "Not if I don't blow-dry it, and just braid it wet."

  "Okay, but then come back and cuddle," I said.

  "I think we're all going to need to clean up," Nathaniel said as he got off the bed.

  "Eventually," J.J. said, and crawled up so that she was on the other side of me. She lay down, propping herself up on her elbow. She touched her fingertip to my skin where Jason had missed a cleanup spot. "It was so fucking hot to watch Jason go all over you like that."

  Jason started tracing the edges where his pleasure was just beginning to dry on my skin. "Wet wipes just don't clean this up, do they?"

  "I'll hurry," Nathaniel said, and went for the bathroom.

  J.J. looked very serious as she said, "You know, Anita, you don't have a problem with Jade being a girl, you have a problem with Jade."

  I'd thought similar things in the last few hours, but I wanted to hear J.J.'s reasoning, not mine. "What do you mean?"

  "She doesn't match up with you."

  "I prefer women who are smaller than me, or at least not much bigger, and that's hard to find."

  "But you like a woman who responds with fire, not hesitation. It seemed like every time we built up speed in the bed, Jade would do something to slow or stop the enthusiasm; that would be hard on a hard-core lesbian, let alone for your first female lover."

  "Thanks for that," I said, and smiled, and then the smile vanished, "but I can't punish her for the issues her master gave her; that would be like punishing her for being a victim."

  "But Anita, you don't have to have sex with someone if you don't want to, not even out of guilt."

  "I'm drawn to her," I said.

  "Through the metaphysical ties, I get that, but you find her a burden, not a pleasure, and that's not about her being a woman, that's about you and her not being compatible."

  "How can I just kick her out of my bed? I'm the first kindness she's had in centuries."

  "So it's pity sex," J.J. said.

  I opened my mouth, closed it, and then tried to think instead of just denying it. I did feel sorry for Jade; who wouldn't?

  Jason snuggled me closer. "I'm sorry, Anita."

  I turned so that I was spooning against his body and could look at J.J. more. "Are you saying that my issue isn't having sex with a girl, but that Jade just doesn't match up with me in the bedroom?"

  "If Jade were a boy, would you still be having sex with her, or would you have gotten frustrated and moved on?"

  I tried to think th
at one through and finally said, "I don't know."

  "I do," Jason said.

  J.J. looked at him, and he put his arm tighter around me, as if afraid I'd move away.

  "And?" I asked, and even to me it sounded grumpy.

  "Don't sound so hostile, Anita."

  I think I frowned harder. "Just talk to me, Jason."

  He moved his face enough so I could see him smile at me. "I've seen you kick men out of your bed that were great lovers, men you enjoyed having sex with, because some other part of their personality didn't match up with yours. I've never seen you be this patient or try this hard with any of the guys. I didn't realize how hard you've been working with Jade until today. I'm sorry that I thought it was just a sort of homophobia."

  "I thought it was, too," I said.

  "You'll never like women as much as you like men," J.J. said. "You like dick too much."

  I half laughed. "J.J."

  "It's so cute that you blush like that, but you don't need to be embarrassed that you like dick better than pussy. I love Jason, and Nathaniel is amazing, but I'll always love the girl parts better than the boy ones, and you'll always be the opposite; no harm in that."

  I grinned at her and thought how perfect she was for Jason. I was so glad they'd found each other.

  "You need to break up with Jade," she said.

  The grin faded. "I'm all she's got."

  "You're all she's got because you haven't made her find anyone else," Jason said.

  "I don't know if she can take any more rejection."

  Jason turned me in his arms, so I was looking up into his sincere and strangely serious eyes. "Are you really willing to spend the rest of your life trying to date someone you not only don't love, but that you actually don't enjoy having sex with? Come on, Anita, everyone else that you've passed over for regular lovers has found other people to date, or at least fuck."

  "I feel guilty about them, too," I said.

  "I know you do," he said, eyes still serious, but with a gentle smile to soften the edge of it.

  "But why does she feel guilty?" J.J. asked.

  "What do you mean?" I asked.

  "Why do you feel guilty that you can't be in love with all of them, or fuck all of them? Why does that make you feel guilty?"

  "They're tied to me metaphysically, some of them forever. They didn't ask to be tied to me, and I don't love them. I mean this really is until death do us part, and I don't love them."