Happy Hour: From the Black & White Collection

by Mari Carr

  “Fuck your ass?” Trey helpfully supplied, much to her embarrassment.

  “I’m not going to—” Jamie began.

  She turned and cut off his comment. “I want you to.”

  Jamie shook his head. “No. You’ve never even had a finger there, Grace. I’m not about to hurt you by—”

  Trey interrupted him again. “If you prepare her, it won’t hurt.”

  Jamie shot daggers at Trey with his glare and Grace was overcome with guilt for starting this damned conversation. Still, there was a voice inside prodding her, telling her to take the chance.

  “Please, Jamie,” she said, before he could lambaste Trey with the furious words she saw bubbling up.

  Jamie stared at her for several long, awkward moments and she could almost see the wheels in his brain, sorting for possible answers, struggling to decide what was right. It was one of the things she adored most about the man. He never jumped in to anything without careful consideration. He was extraordinarily bright and that cleverness was made sweeter by his overabundance of compassion. It was one of the reasons he was such an amazing teacher. He was equal parts knowledge and empathy—the perfect combination in her mind.

  “Why do I feel like I’m the only person in this bed with an ounce of common sense?” Jamie asked.

  She and Trey laughed at his reply.

  “I trust you,” she said and just like that, the concern in his face vanished, replaced with something that looked suspiciously like humor.

  “Yeah, well. It’s times like these when I sort of wish you didn’t.” His words were light and she knew he was joking. She thought for a moment he was actually touched by her comment.

  “So are we gonna notch up the play here or what?” Trey asked.

  “Mr. Impatient,” Grace teased him as she turned, allowing Trey to envelop her in his large, muscular arms. She’d never been with such strong men. Drew, while tall, had been built more like a basketball player, while Trey was all football—husky and broad.

  They kissed and again Grace was assaulted by how natural the entire night felt. Nothing about kissing Jamie and Trey felt wrong. As they kissed, Jamie’s hand drifted along her spine, gently stopping to cup her ass cheek. He squeezed hard and she winced slightly.

  Trey chuckled. “Getting quite an education tonight, aren’t you, Ms. Wright?”

  She considered his words, wanting to protest the name that made her feel her age, but then she merely nodded. She’d become the pupil, allowing Trey and Jamie to teach her things she’d only ever read about.

  “Not too late to change your mind.” Jamie’s lips brushing against the nape of her neck. He pressed his finger in the tight portal and she tried to decide if she wanted to take him up on his offer. Trey kissed her again, one hand reaching down to cup her breast. The dual sensations sparked and as easily as that, they’d reduced her back to a creature with only one need—them. She’d marvel over that magic tomorrow. For now, she merely wanted more, everything.

  She pushed away from Trey’s lips to breathlessly respond to Jamie. “I’m not changing my mind.”

  Trey smiled. “That’s our girl.”

  She sensed, rather than saw, Jamie’s acquiescence as he pushed his finger in a bit deeper, his lips and tongue tormenting the back of her neck. God, she hadn’t realized that area was an erogenous zone. She moaned, pushing her ass toward his finger, but he moved with her, not breaching the rosette any farther.

  “Behave,” Jamie cautioned, lightly nipping her skin in warning. “We’re doing this at my pace. Not yours.”

  She shivered at the command in her friend’s voice. It wasn’t the first time he’d taken that demanding tone with her tonight, and every time her body responded like a puppy to its master. She craved his authority. Trey pinched her nipple and she gasped. She’d have to analyze her response to Jamie’s control tomorrow, as the stirrings in her body were overwhelming every other sense, including her thought processes.

  The sound of a drawer opening next to Jamie penetrated her consciousness only until Trey bent his head, taking her tight nub into his mouth. He sucked hard and she cried out at the intensity, the pleasure-pain of the pull of his mouth.

  Jamie was spooning her from behind and she sensed him watching as Trey devoured her aching, needy flesh. “You like sex laced with a bit of pain, don’t you?”

  She didn’t have a chance to respond as Trey’s teeth clenched on her nipple and she squirmed between them, her body moving on instinct. That instinct searching for a cock—either of the hard erections brushing against her legs—to fill her.

  “Please,” she whispered when the need grew too strong.

  “We’re nowhere near ready for what you want, Grace.” Jamie’s hand moved to wrap around her chest, gripping the base of her breast, feeding it to Trey’s hungry mouth.

  “So good,” she panted.

  “Have you ever come from having your breasts played with?” Jamie asked.

  Earlier in the evening, she would have told him that was impossible, but since then, she’d lived a lifetime in sexual instruction and she knew better than to doubt him.

  “No.” The word came out on a breathless sigh. Trey’s gaze left her face, traveled to Jamie’s and she thought she saw him give a slight nod. His lips tightened on her breast as Jamie bent forward, whispering dark, dirty, beautiful words in her ear. The heat of Jamie’s breath on her cheek, the wet fire of Trey’s mouth consuming her nipples proved too much. She reached down to touch herself. She knew one brush of her clit would send her reeling into the climax her body was screaming for.

  Jamie captured her hand before she could grant herself release, pulling it behind her back, his hand bracketing her wrist firmly. “Bad girl.”

  Being held helpless pushed her over the edge and she screamed with the power of her climax as Trey continued to suck her breast. Jamie held her tightly, refusing to release her arm as she shuddered under the impact of the orgasm. No matter how many times she came tonight, her body still clamored for more. Neither man stopped kissing her as she slowly drifted back to consciousness and she was struck by their selflessness. While they’d certainly gotten their own satisfaction this evening, they constantly saw to her needs, never leaving her wanting.

  “More.” Her voice was husky, her throat parched from crying out so often and so loud. She sounded like she did after a pep rally.

  “Greedy girl.” Trey kissed her and she knew he didn’t mind her ravenousness for one second. “Come here.”

  He lay on his back, pulling her over him until she was straddling his waist. They continued to kiss as she felt Jamie kneel between her legs, behind her. She was the cream filling to their cookies and she loved being so totally surrounded. Jamie’s hands rubbed her ass and she laughed when he bent down and pressed an impromptu kiss on each cheek.

  She grinned as she glanced over her shoulder at Jamie. “It’s about time you started kissing my ass.”

  The genuine, full-faced smile he sent her let her know she’d scored a point. “You just wait, angel. Twenty bucks says you return the favor one of these days.”

  As she turned back to Trey, she spotted a downright smug expression on his face. “What?” she whispered, wondering what he was thinking.

  He shook his head. “Ask me again later. Hey, Jamie. Hand me a condom. I feel the overwhelming need to push into Grace’s hot pussy again.”

  She blushed. Neither man had a problem expressing himself in full-flavored, graphic terms. Meanwhile, she was struggling to think the words to herself, let alone speak them aloud.

  “I sure do like when your cheeks go pink like that.” Trey ran a finger from the corner of her eye to the tip of her chin. “You’re really very pretty, Grace.”

  She smiled at his compliment, the grin growing when Jamie contradicted him. “Pretty? Fuck off, man. She’s gorgeous.”

  Trey laughed. “I stand corrected.”

  Jamie started to hand Trey a condom, but Grace intercepted, taking it from his hands. “Let
me.”

  She tore open the package, slowly drawing the rubber over Trey’s impressive cock. She couldn’t believe she’d taken him into her mouth. That thought was her only consolation as she considered fucking him again.

  “We already know it fits,” he teased, clearly reading the concern on her face. Once she’d covered him completely, he gripped her hips. “Climb on.”

  She grasped the base of his dick, guiding the head to her pussy. She didn’t have to worry about her body accepting him once more. She was soaking wet, perfectly ready to take him in. Slowly, she pushed down, pausing when it pinched. It was definitely different from this angle. Glancing down, she could see she’d only taken half of him inside.

  Jamie’s hands wrapped around her upper body, lightly gripping her breasts. “Take your time, angel. Don’t force it.”

  His words soothed her and she felt something inside give way and she pressed down two more inches.

  “So good, Gracie,” Trey said. “Oh baby, you feel so damn good. Tight and hot. Jesus.” The last word came out on a groan as Trey thrust his hips up a bit, claiming even more of her pussy. She gasped, then moaned with delight, sinking down until she felt his thighs pressed firmly against her ass. She felt full and wonderful. She slowly rose up, releasing only a few inches of his hard cock before she slid back. For several moments, she moved on Trey’s dick, slowly building up her speed until her body was heated with the exertion, the constant movement. Her legs were threatening to give out on her, while her pussy demanded more.

  She cried out in frustration and need. She wasn’t physically strong enough to take was she wanted. Trey’s hands moved to cup her ass, while Jamie’s hands gripped her waist.

  “How hard do you want it?” Jamie asked.

  “Hard,” she responded without thought.

  “Then hold on and tell me if this hurts.” He lifted her, his strong arms pulling her up as if she weighed nothing. Trey groaned when Jamie slammed her body back down to the hilt. Grace’s head flew back, landing in the crook of Jamie’s shoulder as he continued to bounce her roughly on Trey’s cock. The idea of him helping her fuck his friend coupled with the intense power of the sex she was having drove her to the cliff in an instant.

  “Can’t stop,” she cried as her climax began.

  “Don’t want you to.” Jamie’s hands tightened on her waist and his arms continued to lift her, pound her down onto Trey.

  She’d never fucked so hard. Rather than pain, though, all she could feel was nonstop, earth-shattering pleasure. Jamie never stopped moving her, even as her climax began to wane. She shivered, her body trying to assimilate to the fact she was still moving, still filled.

  Trey’s hips were matching Jamie’s thrusts, lifting each time his friend pushed her back down. The dual assault sent her over the edge again, the second climax taking her—and Trey—by complete surprise.

  “Fuck,” Trey said through gritted teeth. “Can’t hold off.” His face proved how much he wanted to keep the climax at bay. He didn’t want these incredible sensations to end any more than she did, though she was feeling lightheaded and becoming slightly concerned about the possibility of passing out.

  Trey threw his head back against the pillow as Grace felt each pulse of his cock, filling the condom. Jamie released her and Grace fell forward, Trey’s arms waiting to catch her, pulling her against his chest. Both of them were breathing heavily, their bodies slick with sweat. Trey’s now-soft cock was lodged within her, but neither of them moved to separate.

  Jamie remained behind her and a small part of her wanted to turn her head, wanted to look at his face, but there wasn’t an ounce of strength left in her body to allow even that tiny move.

  Trey recovered first as she felt his arms tighten around her waist. “Spread your legs a little, baby.”

  She wanted to obey, but wasn’t sure she could manage. Once more, Jamie took care of her, gently pushing her legs apart. She and Trey gasped as the motion caused her pussy to quiver against his still-buried cock. “Do you want me to move so—”

  “Leave it in,” Jamie said, though her question had been directed at Trey. “You have no idea how hot it looks, seeing you with Trey’s cock buried deep inside.”

  Grace closed her eyes, imagining what Jamie was seeing and she was suddenly jealous of his position on the bed.

  “This might be cold,” Jamie added and she gasped when she felt him squeeze some lube directly on her ass. His finger quickly smoothed through the sticky gel, gradually working it into the puckered rosette.

  He moved into her slowly, but resolutely. Now that she’d made her request and tied it up with the trust bow, Jamie seemed intent on making the experience memorable. Eventually one finger became two and soon two became three. Each addition brought a slight pinching that was quickly soothed by more lube and Jamie’s whispered sweet nothings.

  Trey remained relatively quiet during her initiation, stroking her back and occasionally pressing soft kisses to the top of her head. A couple of times he hissed quietly and she knew he was feeling a bit of what Jamie was doing to her as well. His cock jerked and though it was still mostly soft, she could detect it gradually starting to rejuvenate.

  Finally, she heard the sound of a package opening and a few seconds later, the head of Jamie’s cock brushed against her ass. Part of her expected Jamie to ask her once more if she was sure, so she was surprised when his cock moved lower, missing her ass altogether.

  Grace felt Jamie’s hand near her pussy and Trey jerked beneath her.

  “Fuck, Jamie,” Trey’s voice was the perfect mixture of shock and question. “What happened to the part about not touching each other?”

  Grace tried to turn, tried to see what Jamie was doing, but her view was obstructed by Jamie’s rock-hard chest, bending over her.

  “Always wanted to try something and I don’t want your condom to fall off,” Jamie replied.

  “So you’re holding it on?” Grace asked, her voice laced with amusement. No wonder Trey was gritting his teeth.

  “This isn’t funny, Gracie.” Trey’s words pushed her grin to the forefront.

  “Sorry,” she whispered, the word coming out with a giggle.

  Jamie didn’t appear to be paying any attention to their banter, his thoughts consumed by his desire. “Push your ass up a little and tell me if this hurts, Grace.”

  Contrary to his intentions, his cock was poised not at the entrance to her ass, but her pussy. She shuddered, her laughter dying, but she didn’t refuse when Jamie slowly pushed the head of his cock inside her cunt alongside Trey’s. He paused.

  “This will only work until he gets hard,” Jamie said, and Grace was shocked he was able to speak at all. She took a deep breath.

  Trey groaned. “If you’re serious about this, you better hurry up, Jamie. That hard cock thing is gonna come sooner than you might like. Can’t believe I’m letting you touch me,” he muttered.

  Grace could feel Trey’s dick thickening and knew he spoke the truth. She also thought he wasn’t as turned-off by Jamie’s hand as he pretended. Jamie pressed in the tiniest bit farther, before moving back again. He gave three shallow, gentle thrusts before pulling out completely.

  Grace was speechless, breathless and more turned-on than humanly possible. “No,” she said after Jamie retreated.

  He leaned forward to kiss her back. “Trust me,” he murmured. “That was about to cross from pleasure to pain very quickly.”

  As he spoke, she realized Trey was totally erect once more, his cock filling her to bursting. She nodded her head jerkily twice to let Jamie know she understood.

  “I’m still not sure this…” His words drifted away and she appreciated his concern, his care.

  “Please.” There was no way she could turn back now. Her body was a live wire, sparking out of control, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to contain the untapped power they’d released.

  He didn’t speak again, his cock pressing against her anus, pushing in until the head
was lodged inside. She closed her eyes, waiting for the pain that didn’t come.

  Jamie and Trey paused, neither man moving a muscle and she realized they were waiting for her permission. They wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want, didn’t enjoy. Her heart nearly burst with the joy of this moment.

  “Perfect” She opened her eyes to look first at Trey, and then over her shoulder at Jamie. “We’re a perfect fit.”

  Jamie grinned and shook his head. “You’re incredible.” He started pushing forward once again. Several times, he paused as he and Trey and Grace took turns gasping at the wonder of the experience.

  Trey muttered “Jesus” under his breath several times and Grace had to fight back her own amazement. Once Jamie was lodged to the hilt, they all froze.

  “Um, you all do realize I’m still wearing a used condom, don’t you?” Trey asked. It was hard for Grace to believe he hadn’t left her body since the orgasm that suddenly seemed to have occurred hours earlier.

  Jamie sighed. “Shit.”

  Both men glanced at the nightstand and Grace fought back a giggle. “I think I can reach.” She moved her hand toward the pile of condoms Jamie had thrown on top at the beginning of the evening. As she stretched, each man moaned as her pussy and ass clenched against their erections. She’d never felt so full and each subtle motion triggered impulses she couldn’t control.

  “This isn’t going to last long,” Trey said to Jamie. “Too fucking hot.”

  Grace finally managed to grab a condom, handing the packet to Trey. Her arms were trembling along with the rest of her body and she knew Trey had spoken the truth. Neither man had done more than push inside, and she was already teetering at the edge of an explosion.

  “This could be tricky,” Jamie said and Grace laughed at the absurdity of the entire situation. She had two of her best friends buried in her cunt and ass and they were trying to figure out how to get a fresh condom on Trey.

  “You would think three teachers would be smart enough to avoid such a mistake.” Her joke hit the mark as Trey and Jamie laughed as well. Their chuckles turned to groans as Trey slowly pulled out.