by KB Winters
I kissed her mouth slow and sweet. “I’ll never get enough of you.” The little hiss of breath, it did things to all of me. My heart. My cock. My head. I didn’t wait for an answer, I wrapped her arm around my bicep and led her back to the bar.
“Maybe you won’t have to.”
“I won’t.” I kissed her palm and walked away.
Chapter Eighteen
Ann
“Another martini please and make it dirty.” That dance with Bryce had my temperature soaring. The man was smoking hot and a master of seduction. Got my panties wet in two seconds flat with that smooth deep voice. The way he wielded his big cock like a weapon. “Thanks.” I took another sip because being here tonight was hard. I wasn’t sure if my plan would work, but that dance had given me the confidence I needed to move forward.
If it all went to hell, at least I could sit with Tasha and a shockingly hot Charlie, those two couldn’t seem to keep their hands off each other. It made for a damn awkward limo ride. I was happy for her, despite my own dismal love life. “You take my breath away, sweetheart.”
I looked up at the tall hot blond flashing his outrageous dimples my way and grinned. “Jasper.” He looked hotter than any man had a right to in a crisp black tux with a holly vest and matching bowtie. “You look hot and silly. I approve.”
He couldn’t stop grinning as a laugh erupted out of him. “As long as you approve.” His lips brushed against my cheek, his hands skimmed over my shoulders and up my neck. “You look gorgeous, Annie.”
“Are you having fun?”
“Not yet. But my night suddenly got a helluva lot better.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at his flirting. “Glad to hear it. I aim to please.”
“Oh, I remember. How could I possibly forget when I dream about it every night?”
I swallowed at his words, thinking of the dream that woke up me this morning, hot and aching with trembling thighs. They were both buried deep inside me, only this time I gave them something special. Something no one else had ever had. Even thinking about it now, made my legs quiver. “Dance?”
He grinned like he knew what I was doing, but he didn’t call me out. Instead he took my hand, palm to palm, and knitted our fingers together and pulled me to the dance floor. “All part of my evil plan.”
I laughed. “To get me to ask you to dance?”
“No. To get my arms around you. To feel your tits pressed against me while I let my hand wander lower and lower, never quite venturing into inappropriate territory.” I shivered at his words and he chuckled. “Back to what I was saying earlier. I dream about when you rode my face, Ann. Remember that? How bold and beautiful you were, holding my face as you ground on me. Fucked my face for your own personal pleasure.”
I nodded, feeling breathless and overheated. “I-I remember.”
“It was so hot, I get hard every time I think about it. And Annie, I think about it a lot.”
I purred. “Mmm, that’s one of my favorites too.” I pressed into him, feeling my belly quiver at the way his cock felt against me. I wanted this man with everything in me. I wanted them so bad I could taste it. So bad that I’d spent the past week miserable without them and that hadn’t happened since . . . “Shit.”
“What?”
I looked up at Jasper’s concerned face and I knew why this was all so important to me. Why I couldn’t let it go. Why I couldn’t just choose one of them. I was in love with both of them. “Nothing.” It wouldn’t matter.
Jasper and Bryce had shown up tonight and they’d both shown me how much they meant to me. How much I meant to them. Individually.
They still didn’t want it and I was fucking in love with them.
It was over. It had to be.
I let myself finish the dance, smiling along with Jasper’s sexual innuendo and enjoying the hot, hard press of his body against mine. When it was over, I kissed his cheek and walked off the dance floor. Out of the ballroom and into the chilly Seattle night.
It was a foolish dream that really had no hope in hell of coming true. But I had given it my best try so I headed home where I planned to change into my sexy Santa and Mrs. Claus pajamas and get started on Christmas dinner.
Solo Christmas dinner.
**
“Damn, I wish I was your lover!” I sang, badly, at the top of my lungs, to some old school nineties girl rock, while I did any and everything to keep myself from thinking about the thing I wasn’t thinking about. After taking off the sexiest dress I’d ever own, I removed all my makeup and washed all that crap out of my hair before I slid into a red velvet bra and panty set with white fuzz balls. Fuzzy red slippers completed the look as I sang and danced around my kitchen. I wasn’t going to let this night ruin my Christmas spirit.
Mac and cheese and cornbread dressing was in the oven. The tree was lit, and Christmas scented candles burned all over my apartment, while I added copious amounts of rum and brandy to store bought eggnog. It wasn’t the holiday I’d planned, but it was the holiday I had. Alone and half drunk.
The buzzer from the lobby startled me out of my own mini concert and I crept to the phone. “Yeah?”
“It’s me.”
Jasper.
“What is it?”
“Buzz me up.”
I shook my head even though he couldn’t see me. Letting Jasper come up was a bad idea and he damn well knew it. There was no way we could be alone together and keep our clothes on. Especially after all the things he said to me earlier tonight. “I don’t think so.”
“Annie,” he groaned. “Come on. Let me up. Please.”
Did he have to have great manners on top of his gorgeous face, sexy body and beautiful cock? Seriously! Instead of answering, I smashed the buzzer with my palm and hung up. And I didn’t bother trying to fix myself up. If Jas wanted to show up unannounced, then he got me as I was. I threw on some sweatpants, pulled the door open and waited.
The elevator doors slid open, but I couldn’t hear anything. Soon he came into view, still dressed in his party finery. “What are you doing here?” I asked, turning to go back to the kitchen because if I stared too long I might forget that I was in love with the two men I couldn’t have.
“We came to talk to you.”
I froze at the sound of the second voice, turning slowly. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Standing there looking like my hottest fucking fantasies, side by side, were Jasper and Bryce. “About what?”
Jasper smirked as he pulled off his jacket, disappearing for a moment and reappearing without it or the bag he’d had. “About us. All of us.”
I swallowed at the gravity of those three words. All of us. I didn’t dare hope. Nope, I needed to hear the words before I let myself get excited. “Okay. Let’s talk. I have eggnog,” I told them as I filled my glass to the top. Just in case this conversation went the other way.
Bryce grabbed two glasses and Jasper took my hand, pulling me down the hall and to my now festive living room. “Have a seat.” His green eyes seared into me as his hands slid up my thighs. “Nice pajamas.”
“Thanks.”
“Though I was looking forward to peeling that dress off you. Maybe another time.”
“Maybe,” I managed to squeak out through the arousal that clogged my throat. He straightened and took a step back, smiling at Bryce as he joined us. “Okay, I’m listening.”
“We both want you. Need you.” Jasper raked a hand through his perfectly done hair, sending strays sprouting all over the place. “Neither of us are sure what this entails, but we both want you so bad that we’re willing to try.”
They’re saying yes. I couldn’t believe it. “Uhm, for real?” I looked to Jasper who gave a sexy, knowing smirk and a nod. Bryce nodded too. Two sets of eyes, mossy green and sapphire blue, were clear and honest. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Do you still want us? Both of us,” Bryce asked with uncertainty.
This was it. The time for me to lay it all out there. “Yes, but . . .” I trai
led off because I didn’t know what to say.
“But, what?”
“It’s more complicated than that.” Talk about the understatement of the century. It was one thing to have a few nights together or even a short polyamorous relationship, but what I felt went far beyond that. I shot a wary gaze up at my men, looking striking and fierce in their differences. Light and dark. Bulky and lean.
“How so, Ann?” Jasper was confused. Hurt. And that was the last thing I wanted.
I took several big gulps of the eggnog, letting the booze sting and then warm me up. “I love you. Both. I’m in love with both of you.”
“Are you sure it’s love?” Bryce asked, his gaze intense.
I nodded. “Positive.” I stood and went to them. “That’s why I left earlier. I realized that it was more than me liking both of you, more than wanting you. I fell in love with you both and I knew you didn’t want it so . . .”
“So you ran,” Jasper accused.
“You left us without saying goodbye,” Bryce added angrily.
“I did, but I was—”
“That is unacceptable Ann.” Jasper crossed his arms.
“Very unacceptable,” Bryce added unnecessarily.
“I said I was—”
“No. You listen.” Jasper stepped forward and picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder with one hand palming my thigh. “If you love us, you don’t run. You face it.”
“O-O-Okay.”
“Say it again,” Bryce demanded.
“O-Okay,” I repeated myself, ignoring how thick my voice sounded. How greedy and cock-hungry it was.
“Do we forgive her, Bryce?”
I blinked. Was there a possibility they wouldn’t forgive me? Because I was already wet and trembling with need.
“I think we should make her sorry, first.” His gaze looked me over and I felt my nipples bead, one at a time, under his heated stare.
“I like the way you think, B. Are you ready for your lesson on communication, Ann?”
I held my finger up. “Maybe in just a second.”
He put me down and I hurried to the kitchen and checked the food. Three minutes. Three whole minutes for me to think about what was happening—or about to happen.
“Be right there!” I called out. I had the two hottest men on the planet in my living room offering up a threesome, and I was in the kitchen waiting on some goddamn macaroni and cheese.
When the timer went off, I put on my oven gloves and removed the stuffing and the pasta, setting them on top of the stove so I could get back to the threesome at hand.
Threesome.
Ménage.
I liked the sound of that.
“I’m ready, guys. So fucking ready.”
In the next second, I was surrounded by two big, strong men, four hands and two hot mouths. Their hands worked together to remove what little clothing I wore, skate over my sensitized skin and hold me close. Their lips kissed me all over. Bryce was in front of me, making sweet love to my mouth while Jasper’s open mouth kisses lit little fires up and down my back, my shoulders and my neck.
When Bryce left my mouth and began a slow, languid journey down my body, my legs nearly gave out, but Jasper held me. Let me lean on him when Bryce settled between my thighs, wrapping both legs over his shoulders so no part of me touched the ground. He licked and ate at me, sucking my clit and driving his tongue deep inside me while Jasper worked my breasts with his hands, nibbled my flesh until I gasped with the overwhelming need to come. “Please, yes!”
My thighs tightened around Bryce who only intensified his efforts, squeezing my ass while Jasper whispered dirty things in my ear. “Fuck his face. Yeah, he likes it. Show him how much you like it.”
Oh God, he was so wicked, encouraging me to grind against Bryce and I couldn’t resist, grinding hard and fast. He kept up, increasing his speed and pressure. Jasper held me up and pinched my nipples—hard—triggering an orgasm that felt so surreal, like an out of body experience. No ground, no bed to hold me down, I felt like I was floating as pleasure poured from every inch of me. “Oh, fuck me!”
Bryce licked me until I stopped moving, lifting me in the air, they carried me to the bed and laid me down gently. I stretched, feeling like a goddess, the way their eyes tracked my every move. “We’ll get there,” Jasper assured me with a satisfied smile. “But now, it’s my turn.”
Oh sweet Lord, how would I ever survive these men? I had no idea, but things were looking up and I liked it.
Chapter Nineteen
Jasper
Annie was so beautiful spread out in front of us, naked and wiggling, her nipples and pussy, a glistening pink I couldn’t tear my eyes from. She was so goddamn sexy, and we were both under her spell. Even as her body trembled from orgasms, I slid between her creamy thighs, kissing the soft skin that kept her pussy hot. Pulsing. Licking at the crease of her thighs pulled a deep moan from her and when I buried my face in her pussy and plunged my tongue deep, she arched into me.
“Jas, oh God!”
Those sweet cries turned my cock to steel, aching, pulsing and leaking to get inside her. For a long time, I kept my eyes closed and let the sounds of her ragged breathing, her soft cries and low moans wash over me until she consumed me. I was drunk off her scent, off the sweet nectar of her juices as I licked her, letting my tongue swirl around her, in her. I couldn’t get enough. When her delicate fingers wrapped around my hair and tugged, a growl came out of me and vibrated against her clit pulling the hottest fucking cry I’d ever heard from her.
“Jasper! God, yes!” She writhed, twisted and arched, finally forcing my eyes to take in the image that was Ann moments before she came undone. She arched her back and tossed her head back while Bryce had his mouth on her breast, his other hand kneading and pinching the other. “Fuck, yes!”
It was the most erotic fucking sight I’d ever seen, and I was fucking stoked to take it to the next level. Tugging her clit between my teeth, I nibbled until she couldn’t take it and squirmed to get away. Only then did I suck her clit until she flew apart, her body jerking violently, making it hard for me and Bryce to keep her still. Neither of us let up, not even when she begged. Not until she was too spent to do anything other than sleep.
“I feel punished.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Do you?” I didn’t believe her for one fucking second, but I think she’d finally started to see what Bryce and I were trying to show her. “Because I’m not sure. Are you, Bryce?”
Bryce stood next to the bed and stared at her with heat in his eyes. “Not at all. Are you sorry, Ann?”
“So sorry,” she answered breathily, not sounding sorry at all.
“Show him how sorry,” I commanded. The heat in her gaze as she stared at the tent in his underwear had my own cock surging back to life. “Lick your lips.”
She did, lips parting slightly as she waited for my next command.
“Do it. Take his cock in your mouth.”
She reached out and fisted his cock, pumping it three times while Bryce tossed his head back and groaned. Then she licked her lips and wrapped her mouth around it, making it disappear before it reappeared slick from her mouth. My cock grew harder watching the way she sucked his cock and my grip tightened on her thighs.
I’d watched as much porn as the next guy and I considered myself an open-minded, modern kind of guy. But if anyone had told me I’d be rock hard watching the girl, no the woman I love taking another man’s cock, I’d have asked what kind of drugs they were smoking. But the way Annie’s eyes closed, it was like the taste of Bryce on her tongue was all she needed to get off. Her low, sultry moans brought forth images of a steamy southern night filled with debauchery and sex and I wanted in on the action.
Feeling bold as she lost herself in Bryce, and growing harder as his hips began to fuck her luscious mouth, I slid a finger down her belly, dipping it deep inside her wet pussy. She moaned around Bryce’s cock and her hips bucked toward my hand, but I was on the move, headed lo
wer. She tensed as my finger swirled her slick juices around her tight puckered asshole. But as I slipped in she began to relax. “I’ve got you, baby.”
Those words, meant to soothe, had the desired effect as her body relaxed, loosened, and my finger worked its way deeper. She was so tight, her ass pulsated around my finger and I knew that tonight, I would take her here. She moaned louder as Bryce’s hips moved faster and I dropped down, tasting her pussy while I fingered her ass. “Oh fuck,” she moaned around Bryce’s cock and he growled into the air, bucking hard as his orgasm shook his body.
I could see it all even as I was occupied with making sure Annie knew how much she was wanted. Loved. “Fuck, baby. Your sweet fucking mouth.” Bryce groaned and laughed, trying to pull out of her but she wouldn’t let him.
She moaned, long and low, vibrating until his body jerked with aftershocks. With a laugh, she released him and licked her lips. “Bryce. Oh, shit!” She cried out again when I pulled her clit into my mouth and sucked as my finger kept fucking her sweet ass. “Jas,” she moaned.
All too soon she was shattering again, pussy flooding into my mouth and down my throat. Her hips circled, drawing me deeper inside her body. I was so turned on my cock leaked in my boxers. “Annie.”
“Please.”
“Please, what? Tell us what you want, baby.”
“I want you. Both of you. Inside me.” Her voice was raspy, throaty as though she could already feel what we would do to her. “Now.”
Chapter Twenty
Ann
I’d never felt so incredible in all my life. Or boneless. Or fucking satisfied. Bryce and Jasper showing up had been a huge surprise. Their willingness to try was thrilling. But this right here, sandwiched between two strong men who kissed and rubbed my body like it was a treasure, this was pure heaven.
Total fucking bliss.
My chest heaved, and my breath caught at the feel of Bryce’s lips skimming my ankles, of Jasper’s lips on my lower back and gently moving up. It was a sensual journey that I never wanted to end. I could spend the rest of my life letting them bring me this kind of pleasure. But I wanted more.
