Caught in the Middle

by Kira Barker

  I tried to inch away to give them some space, but Simon’s hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling me back with unmistakable intent. With nothing better to do, I flopped back down, then cozied up to Simon as much as I could, with the hand Jack was supporting himself with between us. Feeling me there, Jack looked up and flashed me a grin, then lowered his lips to the right side of Simon’s neck. Taking his pointer, I leaned over Simon and raked my teeth over the other side of his throat, then turned that into a kiss of hickey-producing strength. Simon gave a long, drawn-out groan that got cut off when first Jack, then I leaned in to kiss his mouth deeply. All the while Jack was rolling his hips forward and back, setting a slow rhythm, but before long I could tell that he had trouble pacing himself.

  “Flip over?” Simon suggested, and before I knew what was going on, he was over me on all fours, grinning down at me while Jack thrust into him from behind. His mouth crashed down on my lips, his tongue twining around mine while his hard cock rubbed uselessly over the outside of my left hip with each of Jack’s motions. I reached down to grab it, but Simon caught my hand before I could do more than touch and brought it back to beside my head. He did the same with my other wrist, then stared down at where he had me pinned underneath him. The intensity of his gaze was almost enough to make me come right there, and no part of me felt like protesting that we weren’t in his playroom right now.

  He leaned down to lick a hot line from my jaw to my neck, making me shiver until he reached my ear.

  “I want to feel you come underneath me while he’s fucking me,” he rasped into my hair, making me positively writhe with need. My hips bucked up almost on their own volition, and right then I couldn’t have cared less about finding a condom in all this fray, but Simon wasn’t done yet. “I want to make you come with my lips. My tongue. My teeth.”

  There wasn’t a fiber of me that was ashamed of the needy moan his words pulled from me, and there was no question of what to do as soon as he let go of my wrists. He barely left me time enough to shimmy up, then he was on me, pulling my thighs apart and burying his face between them. And unlike yesterday, he went straight for the kill.

  The orgasm that slammed into me was hard enough to make me rear up, but that didn’t deter Simon in the least. The only thing he did was wrap his arms around my legs to keep me from moving away further, and he kept going, sending nerve endings all over my body reeling. Jack grinned at me over Simon’s back, then I lost sight of him when I sagged back down, but I felt him pick up his pace because it translated into an added rocking motion to whatever Simon did. Sinking my fingers into the towels and blanket underneath me, I let go, feeling a second climax sweep through me that wiped my mind clear of coherent thought.

  I barely noticed when Jack came with a shout that had him sag down onto Simon’s back, panting. Only when Jack pushed him over onto his back beside me did Simon stop, and I was too out of it to protest, and too sensitive to care much. Simon pulled me close so he could kiss me once more, his mouth tasting of me. Jack joined him on his other side, his hand working frantically on Simon’s cock. I considered lending a hand or mouth myself, but satisfaction spreading through me made me sluggish, so I contented myself with kissing the side of Simon’s neck while my hand ran all over his torso.

  He was much less loud than Jack or I had been when he finally succumbed to his need, jizz spurting out of his cock to coat both Jack’s hand and stomach, and my arm. Grinning, I ran my fingers through it, then wiped them on Simon’s thigh, not quite coincidentally in imitation of what he’d done to me the day before. Simon smiled up at me and then pulled me on top of him, right through the sticky mess, making me laugh until his mouth silenced me momentarily.

  We ended up in a sweaty heap and remained like that a good ten minutes before anyone found the will to complain. I was more than unwilling to go back into the cold water, but my protests didn’t help me one bit when Jack simply threw me over his shoulder and waded into the lake, Simon following behind me. My shrieks of protest echoed across the lake but there was no one around to hear them, which was a very good thing.

  And, of course, Jack dunked me under yet again, and there was nothing I could do about it.

  After the exertion of the morning, we spent the next hours sleeping, eating, and lazing around. Our romp without sunscreen had made my chest, face, and Simon’s upper back and shoulders go a little red, but we caught it before it could get uncomfortable. Still, retreating into the shade of the oak tree was a good idea, and I only left my feet in the sun to keep myself from cooling down too much.

  There was some casual touching going on, but no one seemed ready to initiate round two for a while yet, and when Simon’s phone went off around noon, I was only a little annoyed. Checking the display, he murmured something about his editor, then picked up and made his way to the other side of the peninsula as if not to disturb us. Strangely considerate of him, but after coming twice thanks to his oral skills, I felt a lot more forgiving toward Simon than the night before.

  Rolling over onto my stomach, I looked for the paper I’d just been reading, only to find that Jack was holding it out of my reach.

  “If you want that, you’ll have to come get it.”

  I glared at him for a second, but then cocked my head to the side.

  “You know, if you want me on top of you, there’s an easier way for that.”

  Jack kept grinning, but there was definite interest in his eyes, and the way his cock stirred spoke for itself. Instead of going on like that, he shoved the paper down underneath my backpack, then rolled over so that he ended up pressed against my side, his face above mine. I just looked back at him, but might have kicked the leg on the opposite side of him a little farther to the side. The motion drew his gaze from my face down my body, and on the way back up he let his hand settle almost unassumingly onto my hip. Almost.

  “Shouldn’t we wait until he’s done?” I asked, not very inclined to do so myself.

  Jack shrugged, and just how that motion got his hand to slide down instead of up was beyond me, but I certainly didn’t mind that it now rested just above where my panties would have ended if I’d worn any.

  “You know Simon—if he gets into a fight with his editor, that call could take hours. I’d much rather do something else than sleep in the meantime.”

  He looked slightly alarmed when I pulled his hand from almost between my legs but moved closer, one hand reaching up to stroke his cheek, the blond stubble scratching my hand. Even if I’d tried, I couldn’t have looked away from his light eyes, and I really didn’t want to. His hand wrapped around my lower back, pulling me closer, a smile playing around his mouth before he turned his head so he could press a tender kiss against my palm.

  Our conversation from the car flashed through my mind, stirring up feelings that I hadn’t expected. Had he really held back because he thought I would reject him? It was true; on some level I’d always regarded him as just my friend, but most of that had fallen into place because he’d never made a move on me—but neither had I on him. He’d always been there for me, the time before that long forgotten, a comfortable constant at my side, a safety net that would catch me should I ever stumble and fall. The thought that complacency might have killed the spark between us and pulled us apart rankled, but being so close to him right now didn’t make me feel like I’d given up anything or missed out on much. We’d been different people back then, both of us.

  His head turned back so he faced me and I moved in, kissing him gently. He shifted until he could push one arm underneath me, then pulled me closer still with both hands, molding my body to his. What started out slow and languid soon turned heated and full of passion, and before long I needed more. Twining my legs with his, I tried to seek friction, and it only took him a moment to catch on. He smiled at me, still looking deep into my eyes as his hand ghosted from my back down to my thigh, then around and between my slightly spread legs. I moaned when I felt him rub over my clit and reared up, pressing my mouth against his, m
y lips already parting. His tongue stroked into my mouth exactly in sync with his finger sliding into me, slow and deliciously stoking glowing embers into flames again. He shifted, now more over than beside me to give him better access. Things… changed, for lack of a better word. Intimacy receded while passion took over.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him close, breathing in his scent, full of fresh air, sunshine, and water. A second finger joined the first and his thumb returned to my clit, soon working me into a frenzy. It occurred to me that I probably should have stroked his cock, but the way he was leaning over me, I couldn’t reach it, and I figured he wouldn’t be shy about telling me to stop being so selfish if it bothered him.

  It was less a testament to his skill and more the residues of Simon’s cumulative efforts that had me shudder and clench around Jack’s fingers in no time, but he just kept on going, kissing me deeply until I relaxed again. Only then did he withdraw his hand.

  While he was busy looking around for a tissue to wipe his hand off, I caught his wrist, then set to licking and sucking each of his fingers clean. I loved how his eyes never strayed from my face—or mouth, rather, but that still gave enough chance for eye contact. Once I was satisfied, I nudged him over onto his back, which revealed his cock, hard and ready for me. I thought about giving him a blow job then, but honestly didn’t want to lose to Simon’s skills. Instead I grabbed a condom and rolled it down Jack’s cock, then crawled over him so I could straddle him. Taking his cock into my hand, I stroked it a few times, then lowered myself until I could rub it over my clit and up and down between my pussy lips before I finally sank down on it. Feeling him penetrate was so fucking good, particularly after coming three times already without that amazing full sensation.

  Leaning forward, I stole a kiss from Jack, then started rolling my hips above him while his hands wrapped around my waist. That made me grin and straighten, and he picked up immediately when I pulled his fingers away from there and up to my breasts. Like in the water before, he handled them deftly but gently, massaging rather than digging in, rolling my nipples instead of twisting them. As much as I loved the other, it was nice to be treated like a lady for once.

  Looking up from Jack’s face, I found Simon pacing up and down the beach a short distance from us. The motion of me sitting up must have drawn his attention because he stopped for a moment and stared at me, but rather than doing the normal thing and hanging up, he just grabbed his cock and started stroking himself. If not for the general annoyance of the interruption, I could have almost felt sorry for the caller.

  Leaning back so I could support myself with my hands on Jack’s thighs, I pushed my chest into his caresses, moaning unapologetically whenever he did something that felt particularly good. And there was a lot of that going on. Not enough to make me come with no one paying attention to my clit, but it was nice. Definitely nice.

  Only that nice wasn’t enough.

  “You don’t have to be that gentle with me. I’m not made of porcelain, I won’t break.”

  Jack chuckled under his breath, and his hands slid down to grab my hips. The next time I came down, he thrust his hips up hard, making me yip with the sudden deeper penetration. That was better, but still not quite it.

  Putting a hand on his chest, I stopped moving, slightly out of breath as I gazed down at him. There was something about the way he looked up at me that made me feel like the only woman in the world, but I could tell that neither of us was getting exactly what we wanted out of this. Leaning forward, I let my hair fall around my face to tickle his, a black curtain to hide us from the world.

  “Is this what you want to do with me? Have me ride you like this?”

  “Well, it’s nice,” he echoed my thoughts, then laughed when I made a face. “Isn’t not what you want? You just climbed up onto me after molesting my fingers.”

  “I thought it would be a nice way to switch things up,” I admitted, then looked over to where Simon was still busy jerking off on his own before my eyes returned to Jack. “Guess I don’t want to become a one-trick pony.”

  “I wouldn’t be afraid of that if I were you.”

  With that, he pulled me off him, down onto the ground and flipped me over onto my stomach before he crouched over me. I tried to draw my knees up to get into a kneeling position, but he pushed my ass down again before he moved over me, his legs outside of mine, most of his weight settled onto his left forearm and elbow. That put his chest close enough for me to push against it as I arched up when he guided himself into me, spreading me easily before he slid deeper slowly. His mouth was so close to my ear that I could hear him moan softly, the sound incredibly arousing. I couldn’t suppress a shudder, feeling his entire body pressed against mine, so much closer than when we’d been side by side before, both physically comforting and dominating.

  He set a slow pace at first until I eased back down onto my stomach, laying flat except for my raised behind, giving me time to figure out how to move with him and what would deepen his angle of penetration. There was something entirely decadent about the position, maybe because I could just lay there, relaxed, while he did all the work, although besides keeping himself suspended above me it didn’t seem that strenuous. I certainly felt his every move with my entire body, the way he raised himself slightly as he thrust into me, then came back down as he withdrew. He could have easily shifted the balance to take complete control, to hold me down and just drive into me, but he left me that degree of freedom instead. His lips ghosted over my shoulder, then on to my ear, nibbling a little until he made me laugh. And all that while he hit exactly the right spots, creating a deep-seated kind of need churning low in my stomach.

  “Better now?” he asked, then bit my shoulder playfully before peppering it with kisses.

  All I could do in reply was nod, sigh, and clench my pelvic floor muscles a little more to make him speed up. Which he did, unlike what I would have expected from Simon, and I couldn’t help but a get a small kick out of that, too.

  Speaking of Simon, he chose that moment to return, sauntering over to us after putting his phone away. Sitting down next to us, he watched for a moment before he cleared his throat.

  “Need any help?”

  “No, we’re good,” Jack ground out, then thrust in harder and faster than before, making me gasp, and realize that there was more to get out of this still.

  “Want help?” Simon amended, grinning.

  “Well, if you ask me like this—” Jack started, and shut me up with another hard thrust before I could open my mouth to object. Not that I intended to, but as much as I loved feeling him above me, my fickle libido was already salivating for more, if more was so very close at hand.

  “Don’t switch things up on my account. I love watching the two of you get it on, too.”

  That was evident from how hard his cock was, standing up at an angle from his body.

  Jack seemed to contemplate that with his next two thrusts that made me moan loudly, but then stopped and reached underneath my hips, helping me bring up my knees underneath me. Simon moved in as soon as I was upright, his mouth hungrily fastening round my left nipple while his hand cupped my pussy. I closed my eyes, relishing the extra stimulation when Jack picked up rocking his hips into me, but even with Simon’s fingers circling my clit, it still wasn’t enough.

  “C’mon, haven’t you teased me enough already?” I complained, only to be shut up by Simon’s tongue in my mouth when he switched targets.

  But it was only a brief kiss, barely more than a nip, and thankfully he didn’t stop rubbing me when he leaned back far enough to look me squarely in the eyes.

  “How do you want us?”

  There wasn’t really much to think about.

  “Jack underneath me, in my pussy, and you from behind.”

  It was only logical to switch things up from last time, and neither of the guys protested.

  I got a moment to catch my breath when Jack moved away from behind me, making me feel empty as soon
as his cock slipped out of my vagina, but it barely took me a minute to climb back into him once he lay stretched out before me. We shared a grin as I got back into the same position from before, only that now I set a faster pace, partly urged on by Simon’s fingers on my clit, while those of his other hand started working their way through my sphincter.

  Just feeling the friction of Jack’s cock along with one of Simon’s fingers was enough to make me want to buck my hips uncontrollably, but Jack’s hands continued to guide me in a steady, maddening rhythm. Then, it was time for Simon to climb on behind me, and reason fled my mind.

  Last time we’d gotten this far, I’d been terribly strung out and kind of overwhelmed by sensations and new experiences. Now, I was just as ready, but the different pace, and likely the fact that all of us had come at least once before, let us approach this at a somewhat relaxed level. Not having to give a shit about anything else but my own satisfaction was liberating, although a small part of me remained that wouldn’t have minded a little hair pulling and growling from Simon behind me. What made a true difference was that, besides having their hands all over me, the guys were also more open about touching each other, a stroke of a thigh here, a gripped arm there that only added to the wonderful familiarity and closeness building between us.

  Of course they were once again fucking me silly and made me scream between them, until first Jack, then Simon reached their climax. And when I still wasn’t about to collapse after that, Simon pushed me down onto Jack’s sweaty chest and finger fucked me to one last, final release that curled my toes even minutes after I’d come down from my high.

  This time it took us a lot longer to find the energy and will to clean up, and I so didn’t mind just laying there, my head cushioned on Jack’s shoulder, Simon’s cheek pressed into my hip. The sun shone in patches through the canopy of leaves above us, and before long I was drifting away, content on so many levels, not just the physical one.