Happy Hour: From the Black & White Collection

by Mari Carr

  “You’ve got the perfect booty, Gracie,” Trey murmured. “Round and full and firm. Damn, you’re hot.”

  She started to reply, but her words died as she entered Jamie’s bedroom. It was beautiful and warm. There was a large bed with a thick comforter and lots of pillows. The headboard actually matched the dresser and nightstands, and the room had a decidedly feminine touch.

  “Wow,” she murmured.

  “Don’t be too impressed. My mom and sister decorated the whole house after I moved in while my dad and I did the construction work that turned the back porch into a den. I didn’t have one word of say-so in this room.”

  She laughed. “Well, that’s a relief.”

  Trey caught the gist of her joke and finished it for her. “Seriously, man. I was starting to worry about your sexuality. Thought maybe there was a closet about to be opened.”

  “Very funny.” Jamie looked at Trey and pointed a finger at him. “Of course, now that you mention it, you be very careful where you put your hands tonight. Grace touching only.”

  “Shit. You don’t have to worry about that. Same goes for you.”

  Grace rolled her eyes. “Oh jeez. Do we have the testosterone, muscle-flexing portion of the evening covered now? Can we move on?”

  Trey grasped her waist, pulling her back until her rear end was plastered against his groin. She felt his erection through his jeans and nearly groaned aloud.

  His hot breath singed her neck as he pushed closer, his movements mimicking the bumping and grinding they did on the dance floor. “I’m afraid there’s still a lot of testosterone here and I’ve got a muscle that’s ready to do some serious flexing…inside you.”

  Jamie stepped closer, taking one of her hands in his and pressing it against the front placket of his pants. “The only thing I want to move on to is the bed, Grace.” He kissed her quickly before stepping back. He pulled his shirt over his head and she devoured him with her eyes. He and Trey were both PE teachers, both coaches, and they practiced what they preached in terms of diet and exercise. Jamie had a six-pack with a few extra thrown in for good measure and her fingers itched to outline every nuance, every inch of his taut, smooth skin.

  Trey ran a finger down the side of her neck and she turned to look at him as he removed his shirt as well. His milk-chocolate colored skin made her mouth water for a taste. She reached out to run her fingers along the tattoo on his muscular arm. He pulled her closer and kissed her. Like Jamie, his kiss was hungry, impatient. While his lips staked their claim, his hands made a few demands of their own as he touched her everywhere.

  Jamie stepped closer, his chest pressed against her back, his hands on her waist holding her still. She was overwhelmed by the intensity of being deliciously trapped between their two large, hard bodies and she shuddered. Shit, she thought she could orgasm from the heat of this moment alone. There were too many things to feel and acknowledge. Trey’s lips on hers, his hands roughly playing with her breasts, while the way Jamie kissed her nape, pressing his cock against her ass left her scrambling to keep up.

  “Take off your clothes,” Jamie murmured against her flushed skin. “I want to see you.”

  She reached for the buttons on her blouse, noticing that neither man seemed inclined to give her much room to move. Trey’s hands covered hers as he tried to hurry her up. Jamie’s hands only left her for a moment as she removed the material, then he quickly returned to exploring the bare skin of her waist. As soon as her blouse hit the floor, Jamie’s hands moved up to unhook her bra. In mere seconds, she was bare to the waist as well. She waited for some response, some hesitation when they realized what they were asking for by inviting an older woman to bed. It never came.

  Neither stopped their assault on her senses and her sensitive flesh. Trey’s hands returned to her breasts, his fingers plucking at her nipples until she was squirming against Jamie’s covered cock. She was on fire and nothing short of being completely consumed by the flames would suffice. She pulled her lips away from Trey’s kiss, sucking in some much-needed air.

  “Please,” she said, not sure what the hell she was pleading for—air, sex, more touching, more kissing, more everything. Her legs threatened to give way and Jamie’s hands grasped her more firmly, pulling her back against his chest.

  “Just relax,” Jamie whispered.

  “Relax?” Her voice betrayed her and she knew relaxing was the last thing she was going to be able to do. They both chuckled.

  “Let us take care of you tonight, Gracie. We know what you need,” Trey assured her.

  “Well, that’s comforting, considering I don’t have a clue.” She wanted far too much.

  Trey’s hands drifted from her breasts to the clasp of her jeans she’d quickly changed into before heading to Tully’s and she sucked in a nervous breath. Moment of truth.

  “You’re so beautiful,” Jamie said. “I can’t wait to see you naked. I’m going to lick every inch of this soft skin.”

  She trembled, but felt relief at his words. She and Jamie helped Trey—six hands working her jeans and panties over her hips. She toed off her sandals, kicked off the denim and held her breath.

  Trey’s gaze raked her from head to toe while Jamie started to make good on his licking promise, his tongue and teeth toying with her earlobe as he reached around her chest to grip her breasts in his large hands.

  “Jesus,” Trey muttered. He licked his lips as his attention remained riveted to her chest and Jamie’s hands. Before she could wonder whether his response was good or bad, he bent down and captured one of her hard nipples in his mouth. Her hands flew to his head and she ran her fingers over it, marveling at the rough texture of his short hair.

  As Trey sucked, bit, devoured her breasts, Jamie’s hands found their way to her ass. He cupped the cheeks, squeezing firmly before dragging one finger along the slit. She turned her head, anxious to see Jamie’s face. She needed to know, to reassure herself that he was okay with this.

  He smiled when he caught her looking, and then placed a quick kiss on her lips. “You’re incredible, Grace. Perfect. I knew you would be.”

  She blinked back the happy tears his words provoked. “Jamie—” She paused, uncertain what to say, how to express to him what this night truly meant to her. She knew for them it was a one-night stand, a one-time deal and she was okay with that. A threesome was a fantasy, but definitely not something she wanted more than once. Jamie’s hand touched her face gently and she fought back the realization of what she did want.

  Him.

  She wanted Jamie, alone, for way more than one night. The answer seemed so obvious, she wondered how she could have missed it.

  “Stop worrying,” he murmured against her lips. “Everything will be fine.”

  She nodded, wondering if he could somehow read her thoughts. She dismissed that thought. No, he clearly thought she was worried about the sex. Sex with two virile, healthy, young men.

  Well, that thought certainly washed away every other worry. What was she doing here? How could she possibly satisfy both of them?

  Jamie grinned. “Trey. I think we better move this show to the bed. Grace’s head is starting to catch up with her body. We must not be doing something right.”

  She laughed at his jest. “Believe me, you’re doing everything right.”

  Trey rose as Jamie took her hand and led her to his bed. He gently pushed on her shoulders, urging her to sit. She watched both men glance at each other and she giggled, suddenly sensing there were parts of this night that were just as uncomfortable for them.

  “You guys okay?” She lifted her eyebrows to prove she knew what was holding them back. While they’d removed their shirts, she wondered how they felt about shucking their jeans and standing side by side with matching erections. “It’s not a contest, you know.”

  She hoped her words would put them at ease. Jokes and teasing were second nature to their relationship.

  Jamie shrugged. “I’m not gonna pretend I’m not worried about that myt
h surrounding black guys.” His words were spoken lightly and she watched Trey grin at the joke.

  “Who says it’s a myth?” Trey challenged.

  She laughed, her concerns about the evening drifting away. These guys were her friends and they always would be. The rest would just have to be sorted out come morning.

  Jamie rolled his eyes, but unzipped his jeans, pulling the denim and his boxers down together. Trey kicked off his shoes, then followed suit.

  Grace’s laughter died quickly. “Oh, shit.”

  Both men grinned. “I’m going to take that as a good oh shit,” Jamie teased.

  “I don’t think I meant that in a good way. You guys are, I mean—” Her gaze traveled from one long, thick cock to the other and she knew she’d bitten off way more than she could chew—literally.

  Trey’s hand drifted down his stomach before he gripped his cock, rubbing the erect flesh. She couldn’t help but wonder if her fingertips would actually touch if she wrapped her hand around him in the same way.

  She licked her lips as she watched his sexy motions.

  “Wanna taste?” Trey asked and she nodded.

  He took a step closer to the bed, but Jamie halted him. “Let’s make this a little more interesting.”

  Jamie moved to stand before her and Grace couldn’t resist reaching to swipe away the drop of pre-cum hovering at the end of his cock, licking it off her fingertip. He gasped at her touch before kneeling in front of her. Jamie pulled her to the edge of the bed and pushed her legs apart. His mouth hovered a mere inch from her clit and his hot breath left her trembling with need. “I’m going to eat this pretty pussy while you suck Trey’s cock.”

  She blinked and felt a fresh wave of arousal rush from her vagina at his dirty words. She nodded only once before Jamie closed the distance, wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking hard.

  She cried out. “Oh, God.”

  Trey stepped to the left of her outstretched legs, resting one knee on the mattress by her waist. He gripped her face in his large palms, turning her until her lips were poised at the perfect position. “Ready, Gracie?”

  Again, she nodded, her voice failing as Jamie continued to torment her. Trey gripped his cock with one hand, the other pulling her face, her mouth closer. She opened her lips to envelop the large, dark head and wondered how she’d ever manage to accommodate more than that.

  “Give me your hand,” Trey ordered. She raised her left hand and he wrapped it around the base of his cock, covering it with his. He tightened their combined grips, pulling it along the bottom half. Up and down, their hands worked together as he made shallow thrusts into her mouth. She ran her tongue along the ridge underneath his head and he hissed.

  “Fuck, I love your mouth,” he gritted out.

  Jamie’s lips left her for only a moment and she sensed he was watching her suck his best friend from his front-row seat on the floor. The fingers of her right hand were clenched in the comforter when Jamie reached for them.

  “Let’s put those fingers to better use.” He placed her hand over her mons. “Play with your clit while I fuck you with my tongue.”

  “Hell yeah,” Trey murmured, as the pace of his hand on hers and his cock moving in her mouth increased. She knew he could see everything Jamie was doing to her. She ran her fingers along her clit, but Jamie wasn’t satisfied.

  “Harder,” he demanded. “I want you to come into my mouth at the same time Trey shoots his come down your throat. From the look of him, he’s not going to last much longer.”

  Trey grunted like he wanted to protest, but he must have realized his friend’s words were true. “Touch your clit,” Trey insisted. “Rub it hard. I want to see your face when you come.”

  Grace increased the pressure of her fingers against her sensitive nub as Jamie pushed his tongue into her wet heat. She cried out, the sound muffled as Trey’s cock filled her mouth. Soon, the thrusts and rubs synchronized and Grace marveled at the fluid beauty of their motions. Jamie’s tongue moved deep and in time with the thrust of the cock in her mouth. Her fingers rubbed her clit with the same strength as her grip on Trey’s dick. The only sounds in the room were the gentle slapping sounds of their touching flesh and the muted moans that escaped each of them from time to time.

  Trey’s fingers tightened in her hair and she knew he was quickly approaching the end. She moved her hand against her clit harder, faster and closed her eyes at the pleasure-pain provoked by the motion.

  “Can’t hold back.” Trey pushed into her mouth deeper than before and held, the head of his cock pressing against the back of her throat as jets of hot come erupted.

  She swallowed several times, lapping up the stray drops as he pulled out. Jamie lightly pushed her hand away from her clit, replacing her fingers with his lips. He sucked on the hard bud as he shoved two fingers deep inside her. She came in an instant.

  “Oh my God,” she cried, her inner muscles clenching greedily at Jamie’s fingers for several moments.

  “Fuck,” Jamie said. He pulled his fingers out, triggering another mini-climax.

  “Holy shit, that’s hot,” Trey said. He half lifted, half pushed her to the center of the bed as she struggled to recover from her climax. It had been a long time since she’d come so hard, so fast. Her head was whirling from the overwhelming sensations pummeling her. Trey lay down beside her and she turned, taking the kiss he offered. She was vaguely aware of Jamie moving to the other side of the bed, quickly claiming it until once again she was surrounded by them.

  Jamie gripped her shoulder, pulling her onto her back and kneeling between her spread legs. Her mind was racing, processing too many things at once. Somewhere along the line, Jamie had donned a condom. He was going to fuck her. Her friend Jamie was going to take her right now. Jesus. She wasn’t ready. She hadn’t recovered from the last orgasm and she wasn’t sure she would be able to survive any more pleasure.

  However, none of those thoughts seemed to matter as Jamie pressed the head of his cock into her pussy. He paused for a moment. Looked at her, waiting, for what she wasn’t sure. Permission? She’d given it—several times. Reassurance? She wanted this more than she wanted her next breath.

  “Jamie,” she whispered.

  He smiled, his beloved dimples beckoning and she returned his grin. Slowly, he pushed inside her and through it all, he held her gaze. For a moment, it felt as if it were just the two of them in the room, in the world, as she welcomed him home.

  Chapter Five

  As Jamie seated himself to the hilt, he knew he’d come home at last. This woman was his past, present and future all rolled into one and he wasn’t about to let her go. Trey rolled to his side and watched them, his head supported by his hand. For a minute, Jamie wanted to tell his friend to go away, but he knew that wouldn’t be fair. He wondered briefly if he’d be here if not for Trey’s sudden interest in Grace.

  His friend gave him a knowing grin and Jamie realized he’d been played. Trey had forced his hand and managed to get a bit for himself. Jamie shook his head. He’d have to kick his friend’s ass later. Right now, he was exactly where he wanted to be and he didn’t give a shit who watched.

  Grace trembled beneath him. He’d barely given her a minute to recover from the first orgasm. His cock thickened even more as he recalled how tight her climax had felt against his fingers. He wasn’t sure he could withstand the same incredible clenching against his cock without embarrassing himself and coming too soon.

  “You okay, Grace?” he asked, holding perfectly still in hopes she’d manage to pull herself together. He didn’t want this to end yet.

  “So good,” she whispered. “I’m not sure—”

  Trey must have noticed the problem. He placed his palm on Grace’s cheek and turned her head until she faced him. “Breathe, baby.”

  She nodded as Trey pressed a friendly kiss on her forehead.

  “We’ve got all night, but we need to make those minutes count.” Trey looked up at him. “Nice and slow, buddy.”


  Jamie wondered if he’d be able to maintain even with that pace. The image of Trey kissing Grace was working on his head. He wasn’t the type of guy to share a woman, ever. Yet, here he was in bed with his best friend and the woman who’d captured his heart and watching them kiss made him hotter than he’d ever been in his life.

  He pulled out slowly, Grace’s pussy clenching tighter in an attempt to hold him in. He groaned.

  “Dammit, Grace. I’ll never last long if you keep doing that. So tight. So sexy.”

  She broke off the kiss she and Trey were sharing to turn to look at him. “Can’t help it.”

  He grinned. “You know what. Fuck it. We’ll make up for it next time.”

  She laughed until he pushed back in hard and fast, then her laughter turned to moans. Moans he shared as he felt her climax begin to build again. He increased his speed, thrusting over and over until she screamed his name. Her inner muscles contracted and his cock exploded under the forceful pressure. He continued to pound inside her as he came and his movements triggered another orgasm in her body. She shook violently, her fingers digging into his arms so tightly, he knew she was leaving bruises. He reveled in the thought of carrying those marks, her marks, for the next few days.

  His arms gave out as he collapsed on top of her. He worried about crushing her until her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him in place.

  “Holy fuck. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Trey’s words drifted from the side of the bed and Jamie felt stupid for feeling pride at the compliment. After all, he’d come after two minutes inside Grace, like a damn teenager.

  “High praise,” Grace teased, “from a man who’s spent months of his life watching internet porn.”

  Jamie chuckled, glancing over to catch the grin on Trey’s face. As a gag, a few months earlier, the two of them had introduced Grace to everything the World Wide Web had to offer young guys in terms of sex entertainment. She’d jokingly said she preferred to read her porn, rather than view it.