Misadventures in a Threesome

by Elizabeth Hayley

  “Please, Wild,” she whispered.

  Unable to hold off any longer, he gripped her thong and pushed it down her legs. Then he let his fingers make contact with her clit. Feeling how wet she already was turned him on even more. He watched her chest rise and fall as her hands gripped the edge of the sink. When she threw her head back and moaned, Wild lost all restraint.

  He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and withdrew a condom. Then he quickly undid his pants and pushed them and his briefs down, letting his rigid cock spring free.

  “Hurry,” she ordered, and Wild heeded her words.

  Rolling the latex down his cock, he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed inside in one smooth thrust. She wrapped her hands around his neck as he lifted her so that her ass was atop the sink, putting her at the perfect height for him to fuck her.

  He moved in and out of her with a speed and power that definitely earned him his name. Everything about them both was wild in that moment: the way they clung desperately to one another, the way their bodies joined loudly with every pump of his hips, the way their moans and groans filled the room.

  Their sex always seemed to be this way: needy and consuming. Even when they started sweet and slow, it never remained that way. It was as if their passion for one another burned too hot to contain.

  Wild felt his orgasm building as his cock slid against the slick walls of her pussy. “Play with yourself,” he told her, needing her to go over the edge with him.

  She somehow got one hand between them, and he felt her fingers moving as she toyed with her clit. Her breaths came in pants, letting him know she was close too.

  “That’s it,” he whispered. “Wanna feel you come on my dick.”

  “Oh, oh, ooooh fuck,” she moaned as her body shook with her climax. She leaned into him as aftershocks shot through her.

  He felt her fingers drift back, touching where he pumped into her. That, coupled with the way her pussy contracted around him, and he was done for, following her over the crest of their release. He thrust into her one final time as he filled the condom.

  Jaz buried her face in his neck and continued to cling to him, which was just fine with Wild. Having a woman like this leaning on him filled him with so many good feelings, his post-sex brain couldn’t even identify them all. So he wrapped his arms firmly around her and let himself simply bask in it.

  Mad wasn’t sure how long they’d been watching the movie Wild had picked, but he wasn’t into it. He’d never been a fan of science fiction, so the second he’d seen the word “space” in the description, he’d begun to protest. But when he realized Jaz seemed interested, he’d quickly acquiesced. Not only was he much more inclined to make concessions for her than he was for Wild, but he also knew when he was outnumbered. And there was no way he’d win against those two, so it wasn’t worth trying.

  “I thought you promised I’d like this?” he said, reaching down to tickle her side before giving her a kiss on the forehead.

  “Did I promise that?” she asked innocently. “I’m pretty sure it was Wild who said that.”

  “No way,” Wild said. “You’re not pinning this one on me.” Then he held her foot so he could tickle it without her getting away, and before Mad knew it, they both had her in hysterics.

  “Stop!” she pleaded. “No more. I can’t breathe.”

  They let up for a second, but as Wild pointed out, if she really couldn’t breathe, she wouldn’t be talking.

  “You guys are assholes,” she said between laughs.

  “Well, that’s not going to get you what you want,” Mad teased. “Is it, Wild?”

  Wilder pretended to think for a moment before saying “Nope” and continuing to tickle her. Jasmine was flailing around, but the guys had a good hold on her, and Mad could tell she had no intention of escaping anyway. “What about this?” Wild asked. “Any better?” He was kissing her lightly on the inside of her foot before working his way up to the inside of her ankle.

  Jasmine seemed to squirm a bit, but Mad recognized it as a movement more of pleasure than protest. “Yes. Much,” she said.

  “How about this?” Maddox asked before dipping down to brush his lips softly against the skin just below her ear. He knew this spot drove her crazy, as did the top of her back—which he went after next—and before long, both men had her practically bucking off the couch as she begged them for more.

  “What do you want?” Wild asked, his eyes locking with hers as he held her ankle over his shoulder and kissed her calf. His hand moved up the outside of her thigh and drifted under her high-waisted shorts before dragging them slowly down her legs.

  Mad felt like he was watching some sort of porn he was somehow allowed to be a part of, and fuck if he didn’t love the hell out of it. His cock was tenting his mesh shorts, and he wanted to jerk himself so fucking badly already as his eyes fixed on the way Wild spread Jasmine’s legs so he could gain access to her pussy. Mad remembered how warm she was, how wet she always was when he pressed his fingers inside, and though a part of him wished it were his tongue lapping at her right now, another part he didn’t even know existed found it oddly erotic to watch his best friend give her pleasure.

  Maddox knew Wild was probably just as turned on as he was, and he couldn’t help but wonder how all of this would play out. Who, if either of them, would get to have sex with her? Who would be the one to make her come? Only one other time had the three of them been present during any sexual act. Mad had been the lucky one that night, so it was pretty much a given that Wild had this one. Maddox would have to be content to be the spectator here.

  He watched both of them for a few more moments before he couldn’t take it any longer. With his free hand, he began to palm himself while he played with Jaz’s nipples through her tank top. How the hell hadn’t he noticed before now that she wasn’t wearing a bra?

  He tried so fucking hard to only focus on Jaz—like how wet her mouth was when she brought his fingers into it and sucked them like they were his cock. But every so often, his eyes would wander to what Wild was doing.

  Wild had been kissing her stomach but then moved up and knelt between her legs. Jaz reached down and took him in her hand. With his hands behind his head, Wild seemed to give himself over to what Jasmine was doing, his hips moving back and forth so he could thrust into her grip.

  And somehow it didn’t matter to Maddox that he was looking at his friend’s dick, because Jasmine’s hand was around it, jacking him with long strokes. It was all so fucking hot, so unexpected.

  Maddox did the same to himself over his shorts, letting the fabric graze lightly over his skin until he needed to grip himself harder, pull faster. He groaned but, feeling slightly awkward, tried to stifle it. A few seconds later, Jaz moved to sit up so she could take Wild in her mouth, and the sounds that came from them had Maddox wondering whether he should come in his pants or excuse himself to go finish in the bathroom. Jasmine’s head moved back and forth, and her hand swirled over the remaining length of Wild’s shaft that she couldn’t fit in her mouth.

  Wild grabbed her head, played with her hair as she sucked him, and Maddox nearly lost it when he heard the suction of her lips on Wild’s cock.

  “Fuck him,” Maddox said, surprising even himself. He hadn’t known how badly he wanted to watch that happen until he’d voiced it. But if watching Jasmine give Wild a blow job had Maddox this fucking hot, he could only imagine what seeing them together would do—focusing on the two of them as they connected in a way that was so intimate Mad couldn’t help but feel a part of it even if he wasn’t. With Jasmine and Wilder, Maddox didn’t feel the need to censor himself or what he wanted. This was about what felt right, not what he thought was right.

  Wild looked at Maddox, his eyes asking if he was serious without actually having to speak the question. And Mad never had to answer because Wild knew him well enough to read the sincerity in his expression. A few moments later, Wild got up to get a condom. He returned to Jasmine and gave her a l
ingering kiss before rolling it on. Within seconds he was inside her, his hands gripping her hips roughly as he pulled her onto him.

  Jasmine wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned with every thrust, her head leaning back as her back arched off the couch. Everything about her was sexy. The way her hair drifted back to cover part of Maddox’s shorts and how her fingers played with her own nipples like she knew better than anyone what would make her hotter.

  “Will you touch yourself for me?” Maddox asked her.

  Her answer was a hand grazing over her torso until it reached her clit. But she didn’t move right away. “I’m gonna come soon if I do this.”

  “I’m right there with you,” Maddox assured her. “I wanna see it. Hear it.”

  With that, her fingers moved in small circles over herself. Slowly, gently, she pleasured herself as Maddox did the same to himself and Wild pumped into her, his face straining with an obvious need to come.

  “Fuck,” Maddox said. “Can’t wait.” He was pulling on himself hard, seconds away from losing all control.

  “Let me taste you,” she said, reaching back with her free hand to touch his cock through his shorts.

  Maddox nearly jumped up, because if he didn’t, he was going to come before his dick could reach Jasmine’s mouth, and that was definitely not something he wanted to happen. He leaned over her, propping himself up with his hand on the back of the couch. Pulling his shorts down just enough that his cock could spring free, he jerked himself rapidly with his fingertips, watching Jaz below him until she began to come.

  It was the sound of her soft curses and heated breaths that had him squeezing himself hard as his release shot onto her. He pumped himself slowly a few more times until he was done, and the feel of her tongue licking the extra from the tip of his cock had him wanting to go for round two. He wasn’t sure how much even made it into her mouth, and he didn’t really care. The whole thing was so fucking hot. Wild thrust inside her a few more times before he plunged deep and held himself there while he climaxed.

  Maddox couldn’t quite identify when his life had taken such a sharp turn that he could be turned on watching his friend sleep with the girl he liked, maybe even loved, but that seemed to be his current situation.

  And though it was admittedly weird as hell, he didn’t want it any other way.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Before grabbing a spatula from the metal container next to the stove, Jasmine waved her hand over the smoke coming from the pan and turned on the stove exhaust fan.

  “First time cooking?” Wild said, sliding his arms around her waist and sniffing her neck rapidly like he was a puppy. He knew it made her squirm, and she swatted him with the spatula. “Ouch,” he said. “That stung.”

  “Good,” she said after flipping the burgers. She turned around to face him and then hopped up on their countertop so Wild could position himself between her legs.

  “When did Mad say he’s getting home?”

  She couldn’t help but laugh. “Since when does kissing my neck make you think of Maddox?”

  Wilder laughed too—one of his deep raucous chuckles that meant he really thought something was funny. “Since you smell like burned bacon and cheeseburgers. I’m hungry, but we told Mad we’d wait for him.”

  She looked at the microwave clock. “He’s actually later than he said he’d be. I’m surprised he’s not home yet.”

  Wilder continued making a path from her neck down to nip along her collarbone. “Guess we’ll have to occupy ourselves for a few more minutes then.”

  “Guess so,” she said, her head drifting back to give him more access. It crossed her mind to let him have her right here in their kitchen, but she’d already managed to burn their meal, and she didn’t want to risk burning them too.

  A few minutes later, they heard Mad open the door and toss his keys on the table next to it. “Hey,” he called. “What’d you guys burn?”

  Wild laughed again right as Jaz yelled, “You guys are relentless.”

  Mad appeared in the kitchen and walked over to give her a kiss. “You teased her about it too, I guess?” he asked Wild, who nodded and muttered, “Of course.”

  Grabbing three beers from the fridge, Mad said, “Sorry I’m late. I got stuck talking to Kat from 3C. She’s…something,” he said with a shake of his head.

  “She hit on you too?” Jasmine asked with a laugh.

  “Yeah. Like out of nowhere. I hadn’t even met her until tonight.” After opening the beers, he handed Wild and Jaz the others. “Wait…Kat hit on you?” he asked Jaz.

  “No,” she said with a loud laugh. “She hit on Wild one day when she was dropping off your mail, and I overheard her.”

  Mad raised an eyebrow. “Well, you’ll have to let her know your men are taken.”

  She jumped down from the counter and slid the burgers onto plates.

  “Helps if you turn the burner off too,” Wild said with a wink.

  Jasmine would’ve liked to think that she had no idea why her mind seemed to be elsewhere tonight, but it would’ve been a lie. She’d been waiting until both of them were home so she could tell them the news. And she hoped they were just as excited to hear it as she was. “Speaking of ‘my men,’” she said, “I want to ask you guys something.”

  Mad and Wild exchanged curious glances that also seemed to hold more than a hint of anxiety.

  “It’s good, I swear,” she said. “You know how my mom’s getting married in a few weeks, right?” She didn’t give them time to respond before saying, “Well, it took some convincing, but I finally wore her down and she agreed to let me have a plus two.”

  Mad had been about to take a sip of his beer, but the bottle hovered just below his lips like her comment had caused his entire body to cease working altogether. His mouth was slightly open, but he hadn’t said anything yet, and as far as she could tell, he hadn’t even blinked since she’d spoken.

  She looked to Wild, hoping to get a better reaction, but the only thing he said was, “I don’t really do parents.” Then he took a sip of his beer like his words hadn’t just punched her in the face.

  Finally, Maddox found his voice. “Jasmine, you know I’d love to go. But…we…we,” he said, emphasizing that he was referring to the three of them, “can’t go to a wedding together.” The two men were so different from one another, but somehow they managed to find a way to be assholes at the same time.

  “Why?” It was a simple question, but she knew Mad would have trouble answering it.

  “I don’t know,” Mad said, sounding oddly squeamish. “It’s just…weird, that’s all.”

  “Weird to who? You?”

  “Everyone. How do you explain to people that you got to bring two dates?”

  “Seriously, Maddox? That’s what you’re worried about? Other people thinking it’s unfair? Come on.”

  “Um…just so we’re clear, I’m not going to any wedding,” Wild said. “So you can just take Mad if you want. Problem solved.”

  She glared at him, wishing she could slap the casual expression off his face. “The problem isn’t solved. Because the wedding isn’t the fucking problem. The problem is the two of you.”

  “Us?” they both said in unison.

  “Yeah, you. I thought we had a good thing here. We’ve been together for months. Together,” she said again. “As in the three of us. Jesus, Maddox. I thought by now you might be able to accept that this relationship isn’t a conventional one.”

  “You think I don’t realize that?”

  “Oh, I know you realize that, but I’m talking about acceptance. And accepting it means that you have to be okay with other people knowing about it eventually.”

  “Yeah, eventually,” Mad said. “I thought we agreed to take this at a pace we’re comfortable with?”

  “We did,” she said, conceding him that. She was quiet for a few moments before saying, “I guess I’m just worried that eventually will never come. That this’ll be all it ever is between all of us
—hanging out in public and dating in private.” She’d been looking at the floor, running her toe over the grout in the tile, but she looked up at the men, who somehow had the nerve to stare at her like she was the crazy one. “I need more than this,” she said. “Maybe I didn’t realize it until now, but I need more. What we have is special. It’s not something to be embarrassed of.”

  “Again,” Wilder said, “I’m not embarrassed. I just don’t want to meet anyone’s family. I’m not really the take-home kind of guy.”

  “I heard you the first time,” she said, her voice intentionally cold. “And don’t worry, Wild Man,” she mocked. “Right now, I wouldn’t even take you to the hospital if you had a gunshot wound, let alone to an event as important as my mother’s wedding. I seriously can’t believe you guys.”

  She shook her head, hoping the gesture would convey her disgust with their responses, but they were so fucking dense sometimes, she had no idea if it would. “I can’t believe I thought you’d be excited that you could both go.” She felt tears start to sting behind her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Not while these two cowards could see them anyway. Walking toward their door, she didn’t even bother to look over her shoulder. “At least I was right about one thing. You two are perfect for each other.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” Wild called.

  “Jaz, wait,” Maddox called, his voice pleading.

  But she didn’t. She opened the door and let it shut behind her without saying another word. She was done waiting.

  Chapter Twenty

  Wild returned a pair of dumbbells that had been left out, dropping them into their spots on the metal rack loudly. “What do these people think? We’re fucking maids?” he muttered to himself, though the raised eyebrows of one of the members nearby told Wild he hadn’t been as quiet as he’d thought. Holding the guy’s stare, Wild felt a hint of satisfaction when the other guy looked away first, though it was short-lived.