Misadventures in a Threesome

by Elizabeth Hayley

  Jaz stood just long enough for them both to remove their pants, and then she climbed back into Mad’s lap. Mad’s hands swept over her skin roughly until they rested on her back and worked to unclasp her white strapless bra. The small piece of material fell away, revealing Jaz’s pert breasts that were just big enough to get a handful of—which Wild knew from experience.

  She reached her hand down between them and slipped it into Mad’s boxers, and Wild could tell she was stroking him as Mad sucked on her nipples. The two of them were all unrestrained passion, and if Wild hadn’t known for a fact they hadn’t fucked yet, he’d have thought they’d been long-term lovers. They toyed with one another’s bodies as if they knew them almost as well as they knew their own. Knowing they’d fooled around accounted for some of it, but it didn’t completely explain the harmony that seemed to exist between them. It was enthralling to watch, and Wild felt like the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet to get to witness it.

  Mad whispered something in Jaz’s ear before he sucked on the lobe. When he let go, Jaz leaned back as Mad grabbed her hips. She fell almost all the way back until she could reach his jeans on the floor. Riffling through them, she pulled out his wallet and retrieved a condom. Then she pulled herself back up, tearing open the condom wrapper and rising up on her knees just enough to give Mad room to push his boxers down. Gravity took care of the rest, and the garment fell to the floor.

  Jaz rolled the latex down his hard cock, both of them staring intently as her hand moved down the length of him. Wild imagined what it would feel like to have Jaz smooth a condom down his own erection—to know that any second he’d be able to plunge into her with an unrestrained passion he hadn’t experienced with her before. It made him both excited for Mad and envious at the same time.

  When she was done, Mad pulled the fabric of her white thong to the side, and Jaz lined herself up with him and then slowly sank down onto him until she was fully seated. Her hands gripped the back of the couch as her head tilted back, a deep moan coming from her throat. They stayed still for a moment, maybe giving Jaz a second to adjust, before she raised herself up a bit so she could lower herself down all over again.

  As their pace picked up, Wild palmed himself through his jeans. He’d tried to hold off for as long as he could, not wanting to make any of this about him. But watching Maddox make her move like that, moan like that, made him unable to leave his own dick out of the equation. Part of him was desperate to pull his cock out so he could stroke it as he watched, but a bigger part of him kept him from doing it. This was about Mad and Jaz, and while they’d invited him to watch, they hadn’t invited him to participate. Wild felt like jerking his cock would make this moment about him, when that wasn’t at all what it was. It was about all of them on some level, but it was principally about Mad and Jaz connecting in a way they’d yet to do before that moment. The fact that Wild had been granted permission to stay seemed appropriate, though. This relationship had been something all three of them had discovered together. It felt right that they were all present when it progressed to something profoundly more intimate.

  Mad began lifting his hips, thrusting up into Jaz as she slammed down on him. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, and it was like an erotic soundtrack that made Wild’s dick jerk in his pants like the fucker had rhythm.

  “Oh God, oh God,” Jaz began chanting as Mad’s face began to show signs of strain.

  Wild recognized the faces of two people who were close to climaxing. It was hot as fuck. And Wild knew as soon as they were done, he was going to have to attend to his own erection, because there was no fucking way that was going away on its own.

  “Christ, you feel so fucking good,” Mad grunted.

  “Right there, Mad. Don’t stop.”

  Wild let his hand rub the hard outline in his pants as he begged them to both hurry the fuck up so he could go jerk off and keep going so the sweet torture could continue.

  Mad began to grunt, each thrust into Jaz making the sound louder and grittier. Jaz was practically keening. Suddenly, Jaz’s body seemed to lock up, her muscles going rigid before she began to shake with her orgasm. She threw herself forward, draping herself over Mad, who continued fucking up into her. Her body continued to convulse, and Wild could only imagine how that felt around Mad’s cock—her entire pussy slick and tightening around him. Wild couldn’t fucking wait to experience it for himself.

  Jaz seemed to come back to herself just in time for Mad to lose it. She sat up straighter and ground down on him as he thrust for the final time, shuddering as he clearly climaxed. Wild felt a ripple of envy go through him that Mad got off while Wild felt like even the softest touch would make him explode.

  Mad’s eyes were squeezed shut, and he scraped his hands down her back as he rode out his release. He gave a few more shallow pumps before his body began to relax. When he opened his eyes, he smiled up at Jaz, which she returned before leaning down to kiss him.

  This seemed more intimate than the fucking, and Wild was just about to get up to give them their privacy when Mad said, “I’m going to go clean up. Maybe you can use that time to take care of your boy.”

  Was he saying what Wild thought he was saying?

  Jaz looked over at Wild, her eyes bright and a smirk on her face. “I think I can handle that.” She slid off Mad’s lap and dropped to her knees. Maddox stood quickly and made his way toward the hallway without saying another word.

  Jaz crawled toward Wild, the intent in her eyes clear. When she reached Wild, she pushed his knees all the way apart so she could fit between them. Maintaining eye contact with him, she moved her hands to his jeans and undid his belt and popped the button free. As her fingers began pulling down his zipper, he reached out and grasped her wrists. Her eyes darted to his.

  “You sure?” he asked.

  “Fuck yeah,” she replied, stealing his words from earlier.

  Wild stared at her for a second, looking for any hesitance in her expression, but he saw none. He tugged on her wrists, pulling her to him so he could give her a quick but hard kiss before releasing her and settling back in the recliner.

  Jaz pulled the zipper down and prompted Wild to lift his hips just enough so she could pull his jeans and briefs down. Wasting no time, Jaz wrapped her hand around his shaft and jerked it slowly, her fist tight and perfect around him. It wasn’t the first time she’d had her hand on his dick, but it was the first time he was on a hair trigger. She rubbed her thumb over his slit, sliding his pre-come all around the head before she dipped her head and took his cock into her mouth.

  Wild let his head fall back and his eyes fall closed as she bobbed up and down on him. A groan made its way up from low in his throat at the wet heat surrounding his cock. He opened his eyes again because he wanted to watch her. He tangled his hand in her hair and held it back from her face as she hollowed her cheeks and took him deep.

  “Jesus fuck. Not gonna last long,” he warned her.

  She hummed around him, and the vibrations nearly made him lose it. Pulling off for a second, she licked at his head as she cupped his balls and rolled them gently. Her gaze stayed on him as she tongued his slit before she went down on him again. He couldn’t resist bucking his hips slightly as his orgasm bore down in him.

  His spine tingled as pleasure raced down it before it seemed to explode in his groin. He tried to pull Jaz off just as he was about to come, but she refused to budge, and he couldn’t hold off for another fucking second. His need to let go took hold of him, consumed all of him, until his cock was jerking with every burst of his release. Jaz swallowed his come greedily. When she licked the tip of his cock, making sure she got every drop, Wild’s body spasmed again as if he were dry-coming.

  She looked up, and Wild couldn’t resist. He leaned forward and captured her mouth with his. He knew some guys didn’t like the taste of themselves on someone’s tongue, but Wild reveled in it.

  When they finally pulled away from one another, Jaz looked at him. “Well,
this night took an unexpected turn.”

  Wild laughed like he so often did when Jaz was around.

  “That’s a good thing, though, right?” He thought he knew the answer but wanted to make sure.

  “Fuck yeah,” she repeated again, causing them both to laugh before they shared one more lingering kiss.

  Fuck yeah was right.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Jaz sat on the couch at Wild and Mad’s apartment, nestled against Mad with her feet in Wild’s lap. If anyone had told her a few months ago that this would become her life, she’d never have believed them. It had been a whirlwind of dates with her men individually, broken up by what they all simply called “hanging out.” It seemed to have been almost an unconscious decision by all three to use different terms to punctuate their expectations.

  If Wild told Mad he had a date with Jaz, Mad knew to make other plans. But if Wild said they were hanging out, Mad would ask what they were doing and plan on joining them. The same went for Wild. It was almost bizarre how well they’d all melded together; Jaz had certainly expected more growing pains than they’d had. Maybe it was still the honeymoon phase—likely—or maybe it was because there was always a third person to step in and mediate before anything got blown out of proportion—also likely.

  And as Jaz hung out with both guys, everyone comfortable and relaxed, she was thankful she got to have this. Pressed up against Mad, Jaz’s mind wandered to their date last week. Or more specifically to after the date, when she’d really gotten to see what all his hard muscles could do.

  They’d been at work, which had always been a strict subtle-flirting-no-touching area. And while Wild held to the same professional standard, Mad was more of a stickler about being discreet at the gym. Something Jaz completely understood and respected—until Mad broke his own rule. The memory made her smile—and squirm a bit.

  Jaz had been tasked with closing the gym with Mad, and out of sheer boredom while he did whatever it was he did in his office, she had gone into the supply closet in one of their multipurpose rooms to organize the equipment. It was almost ten p.m., and she still had an hour to kill. As she sorted bands by color and resistance, she wondered if she could possibly bribe the guys to never make her close ever again.

  “There you are,” a familiar voice said from behind her.

  She smiled but didn’t turn around as Mad approached. When he wrapped his hands around her hips from behind, she startled slightly, not expecting Mad to be so demonstrative at work, even though they were fairly hidden.

  His lips went to her neck, kissing and sucking a line down to her collarbone. Then he moved closer to her, allowing her to feel his hard length pressing into her back.

  “This is your fault,” he said gruffly. “The entire time I was training clients, I kept getting glimpses of you. By the time my last one ended, I was rock fucking hard, and I had to hide in my office. But the fucker won’t go away. Need you.”

  Jaz’s body flushed with heat at his words. Mad, the man who never lost control, was confessing his need for her, and damned if she didn’t reciprocate the feelings. “Take me,” she whispered.

  His hands drifted into the waistband of her compression pants, past the fabric of her thong, until finally reaching her clit. He pushed his erection against her ass as he fingered her.

  Letting her head drop back against his solid chest, she gave herself over to the sensations this man was causing. A soft moan left her lips as he swirled his finger around her clit, stroking her perfectly. Then his fingers abruptly left her.

  He began pushing at her pants as he said, “Take these off.” The words came out like an order, and Jaz quickly complied, kicking off her sneakers and sweeping her pants and thong off her body.

  She turned to look at him as he pushed his shorts down enough to free his hard shaft. Unable to resist, she gripped his cock in her hand and gave it a few strokes. He watched her hand move avidly for a moment before he tore open a condom he must have brought in with him. “Pretty confident you were going to get lucky, huh?” she murmured.

  He shot her a cocky grin as he rolled the latex onto his length. Then he reached for her, cupping her ass and hoisting her up.

  Jaz wrapped her legs around him instinctively as he moved them so her back was against the wall. He didn’t slam her against it, but he wasn’t gentle either. It was…perfect. Being manhandled by a man who’d never actually hurt her ratcheted up her lust even more.

  Mad wasted no time before pushing into her, grunting as his hard cock slid into her body. “Fuck,” he breathed out as he bottomed out inside her.

  “Yeah. Let’s keep doing that.”

  Mad laughed at her reply, but it only lasted a second. Growing serious again, he thrust into her, using the power from his thick thighs and sculpted ass. The man had better never stop doing squats if being able to fuck her like this was the result.

  Jaz’s back grazed along the wall, the rough surface the perfect accompaniment to the beautiful roughness of Mad taking her with a kind of uncontrolled abandon she hadn’t experienced from him before. She did her best to grind down on him every time he pumped into her, but they were both so lost to pleasure it was difficult to retain any sense of coordination.

  Their pants and moans filled the room, along with words gritted out in the heat of their passion. “More,” “Fuck,” “Harder,” and “Yes” filtered through the air, though Jaz could barely process who was saying what. Fucking Mad in that moment was as close to an out-of-body experience as Jaz had ever had.

  Mad began bucking into her even harder, but whatever finesse he had was gone. This was the homestretch for both of them, and they were giving it all they had without concern for it being pretty. Jaz clutched him, positioning herself so her clit made contact with his pelvis on each pass. “So close,” she moaned.

  She screwed her eyes shut and focused on the feeling of Mad owning her body. Though her eyes were closed, she envisioned what his cock looked like as it moved in and out of her. The erotic image she conjured made fireworks ignite behind her eyelids as her spine arched and seemed to lock in place while her orgasm barreled down on her.

  Her body shook in Mad’s tight hold as he pumped into her one…two…three more times before pushing deep and holding himself there, his cock clearly emptying his release. Mad gave a couple more soft thrusts before he stilled, his hands moving to her back as they embraced and came down from their orgasms. He didn’t move to put her down, and she was thankful though not surprised.

  She was hopeful Mad would never let her go.

  Wild idly rubbed Jaz’s feet as they watched the movie. Normally, Wild would lose himself in it, but tonight his attention kept straying to the woman who wriggled her toes in his lap every time he stopped rubbing them. He smirked and gave her calf a pinch, making her jerk slightly and giggle before he resumed his light massage. His hands began to ghost up her feet to her lower leg, causing her skin to break out in goose bumps. It wasn’t the first time he’d caused such a reaction in her. The thought made him have to bite back a groan as he thought back to the night of the benefit.

  “What time do we have to be there?” Jaz had called from her bathroom, where she’d been rushing to finish getting ready.

  “Reservation’s in ten minutes.”

  “Shit,” he’d heard her mutter as he stopped in the doorway of her bathroom. He took in her reflection in the mirror as she applied eyeliner. Wild had scored two tickets to a benefit one of his clients was hosting on behalf of a community center for underprivileged youth in their area, and Wild had jumped at the chance to go. He didn’t typically have much of an excuse to get dressed up but had fun doing so from time to time. Jaz had seemed to share his enthusiasm.

  “I don’t know how I got so behind,” she explained as she dug around in her makeup bag.

  “Takes time to look that good,” he said, meaning every word. She was wearing a red dress that cupped her breasts perfectly and showed off her trim figure. It managed to not leave a whole l
ot to the imagination yet still be classy, which turned him on to no end.

  “You don’t look so bad yourself,” she said with a smile Wild could only classify as seductive.

  Wild looked down at himself—at his charcoal-gray trousers with a matching vest that he wore over a blue button-down. He knew he’d sweat to death if he wore a jacket and felt like the vest added enough sophistication to justify skipping it. “Yeah? You like what you see?”

  “I always like what I see,” she replied as she added mascara to her long lashes. Once she’d put the cap back on it and dropped it into her bag, Wild moved up behind her.

  Sliding his hands around her hips, he rested his chin on her shoulder. “I always like what I see too.”

  Her hands came to rest on top of his as she gave him a dazzling smile. Wild turned his head so he could press a kiss to her neck. But Wild wasn’t able to leave it at one and began trailing kisses down to her exposed shoulder.

  Tilting her head to give him more access, she warned, “If you start this, we’re never going to make it.”

  “We’re going to be late regardless. Might as well make it worth it.” He grabbed her hips and spun her around, making her shriek before laughing. He smiled with her as he pressed her back into her sink. But both of their faces grew serious as his hands drifted up her thighs, lifting the hem of her dress as they went. Wild felt her skin pebbling as his fingers lightly roved over the soft flesh there.

  Her breathing picked up when he moved his hands higher, trailing over her inner thighs but diverting course as they approached where she likely wanted his touch the most. He pulled her dress up so that it gathered around her stomach and he was free to roam his fingertips over her pelvis. She wore a red satin thong, and he liked seeing his fingers tease against the material.