“God, you’re hot,” he snarled. Netta undid the button on his pants and allowed her hand to linger over the bulge in his briefs, feeling it harden under her Medusa’s touch. She let her fingers slip under the elastic of his underwear before pulling it down, and Jace used her slow, deliberate, downward motion to undo her bra. Jace guided it off her shoulders and it fell to the floor, and as soon as it was off, he shifted toward her even closer, moving her hips more near him. She felt the warm pressure of desire building, so she rocked back on her heels until she could feel the warm firmness of Jace’s penis. She waited to feel the relief of penetration, but found herself standing longer than she anticipated. Max began to kiss down her neck, nibbling at her collarbones until his lips made their way to her breasts. His tongue circled her nipple a few times before he came back up to kiss her on the mouth. One of his hands fondled her breast, and he pressed his groin to her labia. He thrusted against it, adding and taking away pressure until she couldn’t bite back a moan of pleasure. Though her eyes were closed, she felt the curvature of his lips form a sensual smirk.
Jace could feel the warmth and wetness of Netta’s body on top of him and knew she was ready to take him inside her. Slowly, teasingly, he brushed along the outside of her vagina with the tip of his penis over and over again. Netta took her frustrations out on Max, biting his lower lip and pulling him closer until her eyes were at the level of his hips. One glance up to his face with her big, brown eyes did him in, and he tugged her hair lightly as she kissed from his belly button down the shaft of his penis and finally allowed her tongue to graze the tip of his penis in circular motions. She wanted Jace inside of her so badly, so she took Max’s cock far back into her mouth with ferocity.
“Fuck,” he moaned, and she began to suck his penis. “Jace, don’t leave the lady waiting,” he chided, and Jace obeyed. He pulled her closer, so close that her feet barely touched the ground except for her tip-toes, and her flinch of surprise didn’t go unnoticed.
“Don’t worry,” Jace said in a thick, hushed voice, allowing the grip he had on her to tighten until she thought she’d have bruises of his fingertips on her thighs the next morning, “I won’t let you fall.” Netta felt Jace’s cock penetrate her fully, and she moaned through her nose, her mouth still occupied with Max. Max had his head back in pleasure as her skillful tongue had its way with him, muttering her name under his breath in such a desperate, sexy tone that Jace rocked Netta faster, turned on by his long-time partner’s pleasure. Netta’s eyebrows furrowed in pleasure and she quickly became so out of breath from having Jace inside her that her breathing became rapid.
“Netta,” Max warned, and she let him take her face between his strong palms and kiss her neck once more, nibbling her earlobes in a way that added so much intensity to her pleasure that she orgasmed, calling out the names of both her partners. Jace moved to let Max behind him to help his lover finish the orgasm that Netta had come so close to inducing. Max’s cock felt familiar inside him, and he panted heavily with every thrust of Max’s pelvis. Netta, still sensitive and mostly on top of Jace, was content to wait her turn, but it appeared that was not what Jace had in mind. He reached around her and felt blindly for her clitoris, rubbing it in small, circular motions that left her breathless in pleasure. She dug her fingernails into his thigh, she only thing she could reach, and felt him tense beneath her fingers. This only increased his drive to make her orgasm again, and he rubbed her clit with more and more ferocity until she couldn’t remember any words that were not “Jace.”
“Keep saying his name,” Max grunted, and Netta obeyed, urging Max closer to release with each moan. He kept thrusting until he couldn’t anymore, and he warned Jace that he was close.
“Do it,” Jace moaned impatiently, not wanting to wait anymore to feel his lover finish. As Max finally let himself cum inside his lover, he moaned as he orgasmed, letting both their names flow from his lips, but that hushed praise was nearly drowned out by Jace’s own moans of pleasure. All three were sweaty and hot, and Jace slowly and carefully let Netta’s feet touch the ground once more.
“That was…” she trailed off, still exhausted and in somewhat of a state of shock.
“Sounds like you enjoyed yourself,” Jace bragged, and Netta exhaled heavily.
“Yeah,” she said simply. “Do you do that with a lot of people?” she asked.
“No,” Max smiled. “We tend to have somewhat different tastes in women,” he admitted.
“But we both like you,” Jace finished. “You’re smart and sweet.”
“And sexy,” added Max, and Jace laughed.
“Yeah, and sexy.”
A long pause found Netta picking up her panties and putting them back on. Jace picked Max’s shirt off the floor and handed it to her.
“You can wear it if you’re getting cold,” Max offered, so she put it on. It hung just past her hips, and the sleeves were so long that she couldn’t see her hands. Max and Jace each rolled up one sleeve until they rested comfortably three fourths of the way down her arm. She let her exhausted body fall into the chair once more.
“We think you’re a really special lady, Netta,” Max said after a while. “We’d really like to date you.”
“What both of you?” she repeated flabbergastedly, unsure whether he was serious.
“Yes,” Max said.
“Only if you’d like to,” added Jace. “We think you’re great. And we’d love the opportunity to take you out sometime. Dinner, maybe?”
“I think most restaurants would frown upon us having sex on their table,” she smirked.
“Well then, maybe we’ll just have you over to our place and cook a little dinner ourselves,” Max teased, his breath warm on her neck. She felt him smooth down the bits of her hair that he’d pulled earlier, running his fingers through it gently.
“I think I could do that. I might not be the most experienced chef, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a few recipes I’d like to try,” she agreed wickedly.
Jace kissed her tenderly on the lips as his hand held Max’s. Max whispered nonsense to her shoulder and blew lightly against her neck.
“Then it’s a date,” Jace said after his lips left hers.
Story Nineteen
Emergency room Nurse Tasha Mullone sat at her desk, half-lidded, exhausted eyes scanning over her patient files. The hospital was running low on staff, with flu season being in full swing, and their patient count had been through the roof. Needless to say, Tasha was tired. She sipped black coffee desperately and let a heavy sigh escape.
“Tired?” asked her coworker, Jean.
“Exhausted,” she replied. “How have you been doing this for fifteen years?”
“The first few are the worst, dearie. Your schedule is all wonky, and you’re expected to pick up the slack on weeks like this when we don’t have enough hands.”
“I’m not going to make it,” Tasha said dramatically. “Make sure they bury me somewhere green.” Tasha tied her long hair up into a ponytail.
“Tone it down,” Jean chastised. “We’ve got patients.”
“These two again?” Tasha asked. This was the second time they’d been in this week.
“Hi,” greeted the shorter man, grinning brilliantly as he clutched an arm closely to his body.
“Back again,” Tasha teased.
“I told you she’d remember,” the taller one, a well-built guy with blond hair and a serious face, whispered.
“I do. What happened this time?”
“A bit of a garage accident,” said the one with the injured arm. He used his good hand to brush long, dark hair from his eyes and to run a hand through his well-kept facial hair. “I was working on Clark’s motorcycle, and it bit me.”
“Bit you, huh?” asked Tasha sardonically. “Sounds serious.” She took his toned arm gently in her delicate hands and he winced. “Does that hurt?” she asked.
“Nope,” he insisted. “I’m fine. I don’t think you’ll need to do anything about it.�
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“We’ll let the X-ray decide that, I think,” Tasha suggested, “but I’ll keep it in mind.”
“I’ll be waiting here,” said Clark. “Be good, Anthony. Don’t give the pretty lady too much trouble.”
Tasha blushed a bit and led Anthony to the X-ray room where she performed the scan. While they waited for the result, she moved Anthony to a room and went to the waiting room for his partner.
“Clark? Your boyfriend is in a room, if you’d like to join him.” He stood and followed her, noticing as she rubbed her eyes wearily.
“Long day?” he asked in a low voice, and she chuckled.
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” she replied. “Anyway, he’s in here. I’ll be at my desk. If you need anything, just press this button,” she said, turning and leaving.
She had only been working at her desk for maybe ten more minutes before the call button alerted her to Anthony’s room. Tasha sighed and stood, stretching her shoulders before walking down the hall to his room.
“What’s up?” she asked, but before she could survey the room, a hot cup of coffee was outstretched to her.
“We figured you could use this,” said Clark.
“You looked tired,” Anthony offered, and Tasha raised an eyebrow. “Gorgeous and attractive, but tired,” he finished.
“Thank you,” she grinned, taking the cup of coffee and feeling it warm her hands. “Did you actually need anything?” she asked, and they both shook their heads.
“We really just wanted to see you again,” Anthony said. “You’re pretty, and funny, and hospitals are boring.”
“Yeah, it’s a good thing that handsome men break their hands so often; otherwise this job would get pretty dull,” Tasha smirked. Anthony grinned. At that moment, the doctor walked in and pulled her aside, telling her that it was just a bad sprain and giving her orders to wrap it and give him painkillers.
Tasha began to wrap his arm tightly while Anthony sat in the bed watching her intently.
“You’ve got the most amazing eyes,” he complimented. “When you focus, they’re so intense.”
“Thank you,” Tasha said, not looking up from her work. Suddenly, two large, warm hands were on her shoulders. That got her attention. She paused for a moment and looked up to find Clark massaging her shoulders.
“You’re tense,” he noted, and she let her neck stretch from side to side.
“Yeah,” she agreed.
Flustered and warm, she cut the end of the bandage and tapped his hand lightly. “You’re all fixed up,” she said. “Try to take it easy, and be a bit more careful on those motorcycles,” she advised, leading Anthony to a wheelchair.
“Oh, hell no. I’m not sitting in one of those.”
“It’s protocol, sir,” she winked, handing control over to Clark. He leaned over to whisper in Tasha’s ear, tucking her dark hair behind her ear.
“So, do you have any places that you go to… you know… sneak away?” The way he moved his eyebrows was telling.
“Are you serious?” she asked incredulously, and he smirked.
“I’m always serious,” he replied. “Unless you don’t want to.”
“Wait,” she started, “you mean…?”
Clark ducked into a broom closet and pulled Anthony up by his good hand, ushering him into the room with urgency.
“Joining us?” he asked Tasha with a smouldering gaze, and she couldn't even reply, just looked both ways and allowed herself to be lead into the closet by her hands. She locked the door behind her and turned to the men in front of her, not knowing quite what to do next.
Clark took her face between his hands and kissed her deeply on the lips until she was breathless. His hands made their way down to the hem of her scrub top and pulled it up over her head, tossing it on the floor.
“Are you sure about this?” she asked breathlessly when he broke off the kiss, and he nodded, grunting wordlessly in affirmation. He then turned to Anthony, kissing from the corners of his lips down his neck to his shoulders, where he had to move his shirt out of the way with his mouth until Anthony was forced to take off his shirt, gingerly, careful of his injured arm. Clark turned back to Tasha, and she began to undo the buttons of his shirt with her teeth, while Anthony undid his belt. They continued to undress each other until all that was left was for Tasha to kick off her sneakers.
Her stethoscope found its way back around her neck and Anthony used it to pull her face closer to his.
“Keep it on,” he said in a husky voice, before kissing her. It started lightly, but quickly deepened in force and ferocity, biting her lips until she felt just the slightest pinprick of blood beading up on one and she yelped out in pleasure and pain. She wrapped her hands around his neck and slid her tongue into his mouth, and as they embraced and kissed, Clark pressed himself against Anthony’s back. He kissed down the back of Anthony’s neck, nibbling on his earlobe. He breathed a puff of hot air onto his boyfriend’s neck, which caused Anthony to break his kiss with Tasha.
“Shit,” he breathed, the pleasure in his voice making Clark hard. Tasha, her lips now unoccupied, began to kiss down his neck. She hovered for a moment at his Adam’s apple, taking it lightly but animalistically between her teeth and opening her eyes to meet Anthony’s, who had closed his own in anticipation. She hovered there for only a moment before making her way down his chest with hot kisses, tracing his sternum and trailing down his stomach until she got to his hips. She kissed down his thighs, which made his knees weak and he leaned further into Clark’s body, and he took the opportunity to press his penis against him.
Anthony broke for a moment to reach into their bag and pull out a container of lube. He began gliding the cool, clear substance onto Clark’s hard cock, rubbing fiercely enough to ensure that Clark was hard. After he felt lubricated enough, Clark pressed himself closer and closer against Anthony, until he inserted his penis into his lover. Clark heard the moan of pain his boyfriend made in response to the initial penetration, and grinned wickedly knowing that he could make it into a moan of pleasure in no time at all. Clark didn’t move much just yet, wanting his lover to acclimate to having him inside of him, and instead kissed his neck and ears. He massaged his back gently, lightly dragging his fingers from Anthony’s shoulders to his lower back, helping him relax. Anthony melted against his touch, so Clark penetrated him a little further, then massaged his shoulders, keeping him relaxed.
Tasha’s tongue countered Clark’s efforts, marking its territory against Anthony’s thighs, teasing him until she knew that he couldn’t take it anymore and finally giving in to what she knew he wanted--she wrapped her hand around his hard penis and put the tip into her mouth. He moaned in pleasure, and she began to suck. She skillfully made circles around the tip with her tongue, and worked it farther and farther toward the back of her throat until it was as far as it would go. He pulled the ponytail from her hair and began to tug at it gently but firmly, which only made her want to suck harder, and he moaned with each flick of her tongue and each suction of her lips.
Behind Anthony, Clark had begun to thrust. He pushed his firm body against Anthony’s, who stood fairly still, not wanting Tasha to stop her blow job. Clark started very, very slowly, wary of hurting Anthony in their standing position. However, even his slow thrusts were enough to elicit intense pleasure from Anthony. His eyes fluttered shut and he bit down on Clark’s hand, which had rested itself over his mouth. Clark jumped a bit in surprise.
“Fuck. That’s surprisingly sexy,” he muttered into Anthony’s ear, and he bit harder against his strong fingers. Clark couldn’t tell if it was in pain or pleasure or some combination of the two, but he kept at it, and eventually Anthony growled, a low, intense sound, almost like a big cat purring.
“God,” Clark moaned. After a few thrusts, he couldn’t resist the desire to have Clark thrusting inside him any longer, and pulled Tasha’s face up toward his own, kissing her roughly again. He reached out blindly for her hips and pulled them toward his, grabbing her
ass, then slapping it. She yelped, and kissed his lips with more intensity, so he did it twice more, moaning each time it elicited a high-pitched gasp of stinging pleasure.
Anthony continued kissing her as Clark thrusted harshly against him until he was breathing rapidly, barely getting air between gasps of anticipation. Clark sped up a bit with each thrust, knowing that once they made it past the initial pain, that it would be worth it. He thrust over and over, sucking hard enough on Anthony’s neck to leave a trail of angry bruises like a trail of breadcrumbs, marking where he had been and what was his.
Tasha felt the hair at the base of her neck being pulled tightly in Anthony’s fist, as he clenched his fingers tightly against the desire to cum at his boyfriend’s penetration. He knew that he was only seconds away from outlasting his lover, and his suspicions were confirmed when he heard Clark curse colorfully into his ear again and again, alternating profanities and Anthony’s name until they blended together in a breathy, jumbled mess. Clark withdrew himself from Anthony, who felt his knees go weak from the pleasure he’d just endured, but he hadn’t finished quite yet, so Clark found a chair in the back of the closet and rammed it against Anthony’s knees, which buckled and deposited him into the chair.
Tasha now towered over him, so she used this position of power to her advantage. She circled him once, running her hand through his hair as she walked around his body, and he watched her from the chair. He felt crazy with desire, and pulled her closer with the stethoscope around her neck once more. Anthony opened his mouth to speak, but she interrupted his thought with a finger pressed to his lips, which caressed them gently before rubbing his cock a few times and standing in front of him.
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