by Liz Andrews
“Shoot, we forgot to order dessert,” Jasmine exclaimed.
“Nope, I ordered cinnamon sticks and chocolate dippers.” Chase knew her craving for sweets wouldn’t have changed in the last ten years.
She sighed, closing her eyes briefly and smiling. “Yummy.”
“Stop dreaming about food and get your ass over here.” Alex grabbed her hand, dragging her to the couch. “I have questions only you can answer.”
Jasmine laughed, but allowed herself to be drawn into the family room. Their voices drifted away as Chase turned to head back toward the office to find his wallet. He needed a little time to figure out how he was going to approach Alex about his feelings for Jasmine. It wasn’t the kind of conversation he could bring up over dinner.
*
Jasmine lay in her comfortable bed, unable to sleep a wink. She could blame her overindulgence in food. Or even the bottle of wine the three of them downed with it. But neither of those reasons were why she was still wide awake an hour after she turned in for the night. She couldn’t stop thinking about the two men she spent the evening with.
Sitting around in her pajamas and talking with Chase and Alex was one of the best nights in too many years to remember. She’d forgotten how much fun it was to hang out with the two of them. Her attraction to them both was still as prominent as ever. By evening’s end, she was wishing one or both of them would have joined her in her lonely bed. Instead, they went into their bedroom together.
Jasmine flopped over on her back with a sigh of frustration. At this rate she’d never fall asleep. Especially since she forgot her sleeping pills at home. Maybe a glass of water would help. She flung back the covers and rose from the bed. First she needed to dress before she went wandering through the house. She searched in the dark to find the clothes she’d worn earlier, quickly dressing.
In an attempt to be quiet as possible, she opened the door and crept into the hallway. Even though she wasn’t able to sleep, she was sure the guys were already in dream land and didn’t want to wake them. As she walked past their door she noticed it was slightly ajar and the room was lit from within. It looked almost as if they’d swung the door shut and it hadn’t quite latched. Jasmine was almost sure she heard something on the other side and froze in place, her head cocked as she listened for any further noise, but it was silent.
Shaking her head at her folly, Jasmine continued toward the kitchen, easily finding a glass in the cupboard. Using the ice dispenser from the freezer proved to be a little more difficult, but she eventually worked it out and filled her glass with water. Taking a big gulp, she leaned back against the island and looked around her.
Chase and Alex had done well for themselves. They both had great jobs, a beautiful house and each other. She could admit she was a bit jealous of what they had. On the other hand, she was happy for them both. And overjoyed they had rekindled their friendship. She’d been young and naïve back in college and didn’t realize how much work relationships required.
It wasn’t easy to forget about her feelings for them both, but she’d done it for her own sanity. Having to choose one over the other had never appealed to her. Instead, she allowed them to drift out of her life, never taking the time to maintain the contact. She wouldn’t be as complacent this time.
Jasmine stared down at the empty glass and realized she still wasn’t sleepy. And now she’d probably be awake all night peeing. Sighing heavily, she put the glass in the sink and headed back toward the bedrooms. As she approached the master bedroom, she heard a low moan.
Even knowing how wrong it was, she stopped and listened, trying to discern the sounds. She couldn’t hear the exact words, but there was definitely something going on. Then it hit her; they were making love.
A flush stole over her body at the realization. She knew she should move, get the hell out of there and return to her own room, but she felt frozen to the spot. The idea the two men she was attracted to, were right at this moment fucking each other, in no way disgusted her. Just the opposite, in fact, it turned her on. Her nipples had peaked and her pussy was moist and aching, as if she were somehow a participant in this event.
A long, drawn-out moan drifted from the room and spurred her on. Instead of heading toward her room, she took a step closer to their door. She doubted she could explain why, but she wanted to know what they were doing. Maybe she was suffering from some bizarre form of voyeurism, but all she knew was, she wished she were on the other side of the door, watching rather than just listening.
This is insanity. Unable to help herself, she pressed closer. The previously muffled words were somewhat clearer now. And the image the words drew in her mind were too.
“Suck me, Alex.”
Chase’s words set fire to her blood. Was Alex on his knees in front of the other man, or were they lying together on the bed? Her hand curled into a fist as she fought the urge to push open the door. It wouldn’t take much. But she wasn’t sure if she was willing to take the chance of being caught. Still, the temptation proved to be too much. Even as she placed her hand flat on the wood, she questioned her sanity. Was she really going to do this?
Another guttural moan from the two men seemed to make the decision for her. Figuring they would be so involved in each other they’d never notice her at the door, Jasmine pushed slightly on the wood, listening for any sign of a squeak of the hinges. Thankfully she heard nothing as she peered inside.
The light from the bedside table gave off a soft glow, illuminating the activities on the bed, but left the rest of the room in darkness. Her view was hampered and she could only see the foot of the bed and part of the side. What she did make out caught her attention wholeheartedly. Chase was lying back against the pillows, his hands by his sides. Alex was kneeling between his partner’s spread legs, his head bent forward.
“Yeah, just like that.” Chase’s encouraging words seemed to spur Alex on and he opened his mouth to engulf the knob of Chase’s cock.
Jasmine’s eyes widened and she took an unconscious step forward. The sight of the two men together was intoxicating to her senses. She wanted to creep closer, to see the nuances she knew she was missing from her current vantage point, but she knew it was impossible. Even now she risked being caught. It was a chance she was willing to take.
Chase moved one of his hands to clutch at Alex’s hair, and guided Alex’s head further into his lap. Alex didn’t appear upset at all by Chase’s domineering actions, far from it, in fact, if the little moans he was making were anything to go by. Jasmine wished she could see things more clearly, but nevertheless, the sounds she was hearing made her own mouth water for a taste.
“No, Alex, I don’t want to come in your mouth.” Chase pushed at his head, but it appeared Alex wasn’t giving up his prize readily. She wasn’t sure what exactly he did, but Chase gave a muttered curse and pushed his hips up. With a harsh growl, he forcefully tugged Alex from his cock. “You’re going to pay for that, with your ass.”
Chase’s words had her cream flowing. She wanted to reach into her panties and relieve the ache there, but was too fascinated with the scene to do anything but watch.
Alex sat back on his heels. “Promises, promises. You liked it.”
Watching them together like this tugged at Jasmine’s heart. This is what she always wanted, a loving sexual relationship. Unfortunately she’d never had such luck.
“I loved it,” Chase countered, his entire focus on Alex, thank God. “I’d love to be inside your tight, hot ass even more.”
And listening to them talk this way was also getting her hotter than she’d ever been in her life. She continued to debate with herself about staying. It was wrong for her to invade their privacy this way.
Alex leaned forward, his hand brushing over Chase’s cheek. “I’m all yours, you know that.”
She could have repeated those words herself to either man. And it was then she knew she needed to leave. Right now. Before she did something she really regretted, like offer herself to them
. She imagined how embarrassing that would be, for all of them.
Chase had dragged Alex down to him, their mouths locked in a searing kiss. Jasmine began to back out of the doorway, still unable to turn away from the sight of them. When Chase rolled Alex onto his back, Jasmine made her break and quickly hurried from the scene.
She was shaking by the time she reached her room. If they had caught her she might have found herself looking for a place to stay in the middle of the night. Stripping off her clothes, she slipped between the crisp sheets. Unfortunately they were not enough to cool her overheated ardor.
The events she’d witnessed were too much for her. The sounds and images, along with her imagination of what was happening at this very minute, spurred her into action. Her nipples were already peaked, but she grazed her nails over the hardened nubs, eliciting a groan from deep within her. What she wouldn’t do to have Chase and Alex touching her like this.
Their hands would be caressing her breasts, mouths sucking on the swollen tips. She groaned again and slipped a hand down her body to touch herself between her legs. As she continued to toy with her breasts with one hand, she stroked her wet folds with the other, soaking her fingers with her juices. She usually used her vibrator to masturbate. Except she hadn’t brought it with her for this trip. Of course, as turned on as she was at this moment, she certainly didn’t require it.
Her body was trembling in need. Closing her eyes, she shook herself out of the naughty fantasy she’d been ODing on and instead played back the images of Alex and Chase together. Never had she seen anything sexier than the two men pleasuring one another. The only thing she could imagine better than joining the two of them was being able to watch the duo in action freely, without having to hide her pleasure or her delight.
Picturing Alex flat on his back, his legs bent at the knees and opened wide, with Chase kneeling between them, preparing his partner for the fucking to come, had her heated core aching to be filled. God, her imagination was on overdrive tonight, thanks to the two randy men a few feet away. What she wouldn’t give to peek in on them once more, or better yet, have them watch her come.
The very idea of them standing outside her door, as she’d been outside theirs moments earlier, had her moaning with unsuppressed desire. Turning on her side, Jasmine faced the door and worked her hand between her legs double time. She strummed her clit as she imagined the two men out in the hallway, stroking their cocks in tune to her diddling fingers.
God, she wanted them to take her and make her theirs. The level of her arousal was unmatched to anything she’d ever felt before. Her clit was sensitive to her touch, but she couldn’t stop rubbing. Not until she came. Not until she came for them.
“Yes,” she moaned, closing her eyes tightly. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”
Jasmine didn’t put a name to the cock she imagined sliding deep within her, mainly because she didn’t care which one went first, or whose cock was in which hole. All she wanted was for them to fill her and ease this ache that had taken residence not only between her thighs, but in her heart too.
Closing her eyes, she surrendered to her sexy visions and gave herself over to the fantasy. She tightened her legs and undulated her hips as she rode her hand, much in the way she wanted to ride one of their cocks. Out of her mind with pleasure, she cried out both their names, one after another as her orgasm ripped through her with an intensity that had her shivering in its sweet aftermath. Yet as satisfying as it was, Jasmine knew it was nowhere as good as the reality could be.
Of course, in reality they were two men in a committed relationship to each other. They weren’t interested in her in a romantic way. Removing her hand from between her legs, Jasmine rolled over onto her back and sighed. Reality sucked.
The next morning Alex woke to the smell of coffee and bacon. Stretching, he sat up, surprised to see Chase still lying next to him. Oh yeah, Jasmine. She must have risen early and decided to fix breakfast. He stood and walked over to the dresser to find a pair of pants and T-shirt to pull on. Of course he could always go into the kitchen naked and gauge her reaction. The wicked thought had him chuckling silently to himself.
Once dressed, he exited the bedroom, quietly shutting the door behind him. Chase wasn’t much of a morning person, which was why Alex decided to let him sleep a little while longer. Especially after their marathon fuck session last night. Chase had been a wild man, and Alex was only too willing to oblige.
Heading into the kitchen, the sight greeting him was one he could have cheerfully seen every morning for the rest of his life. Jasmine was in a white T-shirt grazing the tops of her thighs and as far as he could tell, she wasn’t wearing anything else. Music played from the radio as she bounced on the balls of her feet to the beat. She was humming along and Alex smiled at the familiar sound.
“Some things never change, I guess.”
Jasmine dropped the spatula she was holding and twisted around to greet him with a smile. “Oh, Alex, good morning. What were you saying?”
“The humming. You always used to do it when you didn’t know the words to a song.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty much the same girl I was, only older and hopefully wiser.”
He certainly hoped so. The younger Jasmine had married Howie. “You are older…” As he allowed his words to drop off she gasped in indignation.
“Hey now.”
Alex chuckled. “Come on. I’m the same age as you.”
“It’s different for women, you know how it is.”
“That’s sexist.”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Too bad. It’s the way of Jasmine. Learn to live with it.”
Alex would be willing to live with almost anything to ensure Jasmine stayed in his life. Even her warped views of the world. “Okay, you’ve convinced me.” He held up his hands.
“Excellent.” Jasmine turned back to the stove to flip the sizzling bacon. “I hope you don’t mind, I cooked the entire package. I love bacon.”
“Not at all.” Alex leaned over her and snagged one of the pieces she had cooling on the side. “What else is on the menu?”
“Strawberry pancakes. I saw you had fresh berries in the fridge.”
Alex hummed in appreciation. She knew the breakfast treat was one of his favorites. “Are you trying to spoil me?”
“Making myself indispensable in order to ensure you’ll never want me to leave.”
Hell, that’s already the case.
“You can stay forever, as long as you keep making breakfasts like this.”
He really needed to talk to Chase about his growing feelings for her. Of course, it wasn’t as if anything could come of them, but still, it almost felt as if he were lying to the other man by keeping silent.
“It’s a deal.” While Jasmine finished cooking the last of the bacon, Alex poured himself a cup of coffee.
As he leaned back against the counter, he couldn’t help but be drawn to the hem of her T-shirt. When she would move her arms in a certain way, the cotton fabric would rise to reveal the faintest curve of her backside. In an attempt to avoid his fascination, he asked, “What can I do to help?”
“Why don’t you start cutting the strawberries while I mix the batter?”
They worked together companionably, bantering back and forth as she sneaked bites of fruit from the bowl as he cleaned and cut them. “If you keep stealing there won’t be any left for the pancakes.”
She pouted for a brief moment before releasing a heavy sigh. “Fine.”
Without even realizing what he was doing he gave her a quick whack on the ass. “Hey now, this is a no whining zone.”
As soon as he did it, Alex froze, waiting for her reaction. He expected righteous indignation or perhaps anger. He wasn’t expecting the soft moan that escaped her lips before she turned to look up at him with a small, seductive smile. “Yes, sir.”
Wowzer. He shook his head, not certain if she was serious, mocking, or a combination of both. All he knew was the little sound she made had his pul
se sambaing. “I’m not sure if I should believe such a subservient answer. You don’t exactly strike me as the submissive type.”
“You never know. I might be into all kinds of things.”
“Oh yeah, you trying to tell me you’re a closet freak?” He watched as she blushed, amazed he might have hit upon something.
“I guess it depends on your definition of freak.”
“So true.” Alex’s mind was racing. “Tell me, Jasmine, what’s my favorite girl into these days, besides spankings, of course?”
“I never said I liked spankings.”
“You never said you didn’t, either.” And she sure as hell seemed to like it if her moan was anything to go by. Hell, her breathy little sound had his cock standing at attention.
“I guess I’ll have to keep the answer to myself then.” Jasmine turned back around to face the countertop. Her evasive response seemed too much of a challenge to him. One Alex couldn’t leave to the wayside.
“Or I could find out on my own.”
Jasmine twisted her head and glanced over her shoulder at him, a cocky look in her pretty green eyes. “And how do you expe—”
Alex’s palm landed with a firm smack on the full cheek of her pert ass before she could even finish the sentence. He followed the slap with another, then another, all the while noting how Jasmine didn’t once try to stop him or move away. “Oh ho, I think we might have something here.”
His words apparently were like an ice cold bucket of reality, causing her to step away from him and turn around, her hand on her rear. Her breathing was labored, much like his own, and her eyes were wild with suppressed desires. “Chase…”
“Did I hear my name?” As if his name had conjured him, Chase walked into the room with a big smile on his handsome face. His appearance was like a kick to the solar plexus to Alex. Good Lord, what had he been thinking? “Good morning all.”
Shamed, Alex reached out and drew the other man to him for a quick kiss, hoping to push away any lingering thoughts of Jasmine from his mind. “Morning.”
