by Cole, Fiona
This was the beginning of something big. Something that felt like it could be more than just a night. The back and forth leading to this moment made the free-fall into acceptance all the more intoxicating.
I needed to cherish it.
Her face looked small cradled in my large palm. I brushed my thumb along her bottom lip and slowly leaned down to press my mouth to hers, letting her whimper reach deep into my soul. She followed me when I moved back an inch. I flicked my tongue against her lips and they immediately opened for more. Breathing a laugh, I took a second to enjoy the calm before the storm, because once I touched her mouth again, that was it. I would take and take and take until nothing was left until it was all mine.
Jake included.
Having him be the one to present her to me was as good as a confession that he wanted me—that he was going to have me. If he needed Carina as a buffer, then so be it. If it meant having him, I'd love them both.
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, loving the light smell of her perfume and the stronger aroma of Jake's cologne. The same one he wore in college. An inch closer and I could feel Jake's breaths against my forehead and Carina's against my lips.
I closed the gap, latching on to her bottom lip, biting the soft flesh before soothing it with my tongue. She shamelessly sucked my tongue into her mouth and pulled a groan from deep in my chest as I imagined her sucking on my cock like that. I stepped into her, pressing my length against her stomach, letting her know what she was doing to me.
I devoured her. I tasted every recess of her mouth and claimed every inch. Every sound that escaped her sweet mouth was mine.
A hand that was much too large for Carina's snaked into my hair and pulled me back, tugging until my attention was on him. I took in his parted lips, loving the tiny puffs of air that he was trying to hide. I wondered if he'd pull back if I just leaned over Carina and gave him the same kiss I'd given her. If I claimed every inch of him. No dare to spur him on, just pure desire and need.
"Bedroom," he growled before releasing my hair and tugging Carina down the hallway. I obediently followed, almost floating on a surreal cloud of excitement, entering the dark room. Jake turned on the bedside lamp and I looked around at all the surfaces we'd be using tonight. A dresser with a mirror to the left. A king-size bed covered in a gray quilt, with a simple wooden headboard. To my right held an overstuffed rocking chair I could imagine Carina sinking into. I'd love to sit either one of them in that chair and bury my head between their legs. Maybe both.
But before my imagination took it too far, I needed to know.
"How far are we going tonight?" I asked them both but stared at Jake. The unspoken question: Will it be us with her, or all of us together? Would I be a straight man for tonight? Or was I allowed to be bisexual?
I'd be whatever he needed if it kept me from walking out that door before any of it began.
"It's up to her."
I looked to Carina, leaning back on the bed, her eyes wide, her teeth nibbling at her lush lips.
"I want all of it," she breathed. "Everything."
"Like what?" I asked her.
"I…" She paused and looked away.
"There's never been anything too far between us, Carina. You know you can ask for anything," Jake reassured her. A pinch of jealousy worked its way into my chest at how soothing, calm, and supportive he was of her. Seeing it between them was like showing me everything I hadn't had in years. Showing me how alone I was.
"I want to watch you suck him." She was staring at me, but I didn't know who ‘him' was. "I want to see what it looked like in college."
My eyes flicked to Jake's, wondering what he thought of all this. His chest heaved like he was barely holding it together, and I didn't know if it was panic or desire or a bit of both.
Whatever it was, he moved past it and gave me a small nod.
"Start getting naked, baby," I directed to Carina as I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped to my knees. "You." I pointed at Jake. "Come here."
Jake's throat bobbed, but then his shoulders went back, confidence tightening every muscle. He stripped his shirt over his head and all the water vanished from my mouth.
"When did you get those?" From the edge of his wrist to his pec, he was covered in a slew of colors and designs. All of them blended beautifully, looking like they moved each time his muscles flexed. I wanted to trace them with my tongue, exploring each inch.
"Over the years. It became a new obsession."
"It may become my new obsession to lick each one." His eyes flared with heat, igniting my skin. I needed him now. "But first, let's start with your dick."
I palmed my own cock through my jeans as I watched him open his pants efficiently, having them sagging against his ass by the time he stood before me. Looking up at him was so damn familiar to the last time I was at his feet, but so different in a million ways too. We weren't fumbling in the heat of a drunken moment. We were actively making decisions to be intimate with each other. Jake's fiancée was currently in her bra and panties with a hand rubbing at her breasts, ready and excited to watch me wrap my lips around her future husband's length.
So many things were different. But one thing was the same.
The desire. The need for this.
I wanted to whisper to him that we didn't have to do this, but this man, standing tall and proud, knew what he was doing. So, instead, I reached my hands up and dug my fingers in his underwear and pants, tugged them down, holding his stare the whole time. When the material became stuck on his hard erection, I wrapped my hand around his soft skin and slid the length out, releasing a hungry growl at the sight of his hard flesh. My mouth salivated just imagining the taste on my tongue.
"Do it," Carina whimpered from the bed.
She had taken her bra off and her beautiful breasts heaved with every panting breath, the light brown tips hard and begging to be pinched and sucked. Later, I promised myself. I'd taste all of her later. Her hand moved quickly between her legs under her panties.
"Take those off too, baby. Let me watch your fingers play with your cunt."
Jake groaned above me and I smiled, watching Carina slip the black lace down her legs and spread her thighs to show me her bare pussy. "That's a good girl. Keep watching." Holding her stare, I gripped the thick base of Jake's dick. I left a sucking kiss to the soft head, the salt of his precum exploding against my tongue.
Fuck yes. It's been too long since I've tasted a cock in my mouth. I was usually on the receiving end at Voyeur. So, to feel the slit on my tongue, his strong flexing thighs beneath my hands, reminded me that here stood a strong male. I loved it. I wanted to bring him to his knees and make him beg for release—beg me to never stop sucking on his cock.
I opened my mouth and took him to the back of my throat, sucking hard as I pulled back.
"Oh, fuck. Fuck, yes."
His hand shot to my hair and gripped tight, pushing his hips forward. And because this was Jake, I let him. I let him fuck my mouth, opening my throat to take him.
"Jackson, yes."
My name on his lips had my cock aching. I wanted to wrap myself around him and hump his leg like a dog in heat, ready to cum any way I could.
"Take me," Jake said. I'd forgotten how much of a dirty talker he was. "All the way. Swallow my cock."
He pushed past my gag reflex, holding himself there for long seconds before pulling back and starting all over. I loved the tender touch of a woman when I ate her out, but there was something about a man's rough grip that took what he wanted and was almost angry with his movements that had my balls tingling with the need to come. It sparked my caveman instincts to fight back and win.
I loved the aggression of being with a man. And the way Jake was cutting off my air supply by shoving his head into my throat had every urge to win rising. I pushed hard at his hips and popped off his cock, dropping my head to suck on his balls and gripping his length roughly above me. Jerking him harder than he would do it himself. Loving the
grunt he let out.
"You close, baby?" Jake asked.
"Yes. God, yes," Carina moaned.
"Do you like watching me get my cock sucked? You like how dirty this is?" He hesitated, and his voice shook a little. I could hear his sigh of relief when she whimpered her pleasure, knowing he was asking because he needed the approval. He was nervous about what she'd think of him with a man at his feet. "Do you think you could suck my cock so well? Better than Jackson?"
"Jake," she cried, her hand moving faster.
He pulled out of my grasp and gripped my jaw. My back straightened at the dominating action, and I wanted to jerk him to the floor and show him who was in control. Somehow, I held still and listened.
"Fuck her. Make her come."
With my jaw clenched, I nodded once and stood. He moved to the nightstand and pulled out a condom, tossing it to me before he sat at the edge of the bed. He stroked one hand through her hair as the other leisurely rolled her tight nipple.
With a condom in place and my pants gone, I kneeled between her legs, rubbing my cock up and down her wet slit.
"You ready, baby?"
"Yes. Please."
"Don't be soft. Carina likes a good hard fucking." Jake said it as he pinched her nipple hard and tugged, making her gasp.
I lined myself up and shoved in as hard as I could on one go until my balls rested against her ass. We both cried out at the sensations, her wet heat swallowing me alive.
Taking one more breath, I gathered myself and began fucking her hard, focusing on the way her pert breasts bounced with each of my thrusts. The way that Jake watched me sliding in and out of his woman. The way her tight cunt squeezed me the harder I fucked.
Sweat slid down my temple, but I wasn't ready to come yet. "Help me out. Rub her clit."
Jake slid his hand down her body and worked the small nub over, almost wringing my own orgasm from me as I watched his thick fingers working so close to my cock. What I wouldn't give to feel him touch me, to wrap around my base as I fucked her. I pinched my eyes shut and focused on my thrusts. Soon she was crying out her release, her pussy doing its best to squeeze my orgasm out of me.
When she quieted, I pulled out and stared at the streaks of her cum on the condom. The image gave me an idea to push Jake—to challenge him—and get what I wanted.
Tugging the condom off, I asked Jake, "You want to taste this pussy? Her orgasm?"
"Oh, yeah," he said, already moving to take my place.
But I didn't move from between her legs. Instead, I gripped my cock and pressed it right to her opening. Before entering, I asked, I held myself still and looked to Jake for permission. He gave a single nod knowing what I was asking, knowing I wouldn't fuck her bare if I wasn't clean.
Carina's dazed eyes slid closed when I pushed inside her wet heat, only thrusting a few times to make sure my dick was covered in her cum.
Pulling out, I looked to Jake. "Then you can get a taste off my dick." I infused as much of a challenge into my tone but guarded my feelings. I didn't want him to know how nervous I was that he would cringe and tell me to get the fuck out.
The wait for his answer lasted forever, stretching on and on until I felt like I was going to pass out from holding my breath. His hands clenched by his sides and his eyes squeezed shut.
With a deep breath, he looked to Carina and she nodded quickly, already sitting up to watch the show.
Oh fuck, this was happening. He was doing it. I knew Jake was attracted to me—interested in what it would be like to take part in being gay, not just receiving. But I never thought we'd get here. My chest caved on a heavy exhale, relief making me feel light.
Jake climbed up on the bed and shoved me hard until I was on my back. I had to clench my hands to stop from shoving him back and thrusting into his mouth like he had mine.
My body began shaking as he crawled over me and I did my best to hide my nerves—my excitement. How many times had I imagined this scenario?
"I may suck at this," he muttered. His eyes flicked to mine before dropping to my erection.
I found it adorable he was so nervous. That he was worried he wouldn't be good. What he didn't know was I was about to come just from his eyes staring at me so intently. I wasn't sure how I was going to hold back once he touched me.
"I fucking hope you do," I said, making light of the situation.
He took one deep breath and then gripped my cock, diving down to take me as far as he could in his mouth. My fists clenched the sheets and my back arched up off the mattress. The warm heat engulfed me and brought me closer to the edge than Carina's orgasm. His movements were rough and quick, the grip on my shaft too tight. He rolled his lips in over his teeth and the scruff from his facial hair scraped at my sensitive skin, shooting straight to my balls.
Fuck, it was crude and inexperienced and a fumbling mess.
And I had to fight back tears at the vision before me. I'd cared for Jake for so long. He'd been my best friend, and when I was with him that night in college, it felt like every dream I'd ever had come true all at once. Then he was gone.
But here he was. The man I craved, kneeling between my legs, sucking me off like his life depended on it. His tongue lapped at me, tasting Carina. He sucked hard and pulled back slowly, letting his lips drag along my length.
"Taste good?" I grunted. "Her pussy tastes good on me?" I couldn't even form coherent sentences.
He nodded with his mouth still on me and I pressed my head back and closed my eyes. Watching was too much and I didn't think Jake would be okay with me shooting my load down his throat.
Then the bed shifted, and a smaller hand cradled my balls. I jerked up to find Carina's head close to my cock, her hand rolling my sac. Jake popped off and Carina latched on, such a softer feel, her suction slower and more gentle.
Holy fucking-fuck. Had there been anything hotter than them taking turns on me. Than the rapid-fire change in sensations. I felt like I was going crazy, unable to keep up. But then Jake gripped Carina's hair and pulled her off to kiss her. They kissed over my erection like it wasn't even there. They kissed until they became distracted with each other and shifted until Jake was settled between her thighs and she was laid out beside me. I watched him slide inside her and fuck her hard. I listened to him whisper dirty words in her ear.
"You gonna let him fuck you next? With my cum still inside you? Will you clean my cum off him next?"
I had to squeeze and tug at my balls to hold off my orgasm, listening to them both moan with pleasure as he thrust a few more times, emptying himself inside her. He pulled out and rolled to his side.
"Your turn."
"Keep those legs spread, baby."
I grabbed a condom and jerked her hips to the end of the bed. Jake's cum slipped from her slit, dripping down between her ass and I rubbed myself all over it. The sight of his cum coating my length was filthy and erotic. I pushed inside her, pulling out slowly just to watch the creaminess of them both spread all over my dick.
"You're so tight, Carina. I have to force my cock past your swollen cunt."
Jake's tongue lazily rolled around her nipple and bit the peak and I groaned with her as if it was my nipple he was torturing.
"You're such a good girl, baby," Jake murmured against her skin. "Making two men come harder than ever before. Such a beautiful body being laid bare for the taking."
She whimpered, and I pushed harder, jerking her whole body up the bed.
"Isn't she the sexiest woman you've ever laid eyes on?"
"Fucking. Perfection," I grunted with a thrust.
"Would you let us take you however we wanted?"
"Yes. Please. Use me."
His deep, gruff voice was stoking my flames higher, evoking every sense I had until my body was a live wire waiting to come.
"Would you take Jackson's thick cock up your tight little ass? Would you do it while I fucked your pussy?"
"Anything." Her eyes were scrunched closed and her answers ripped like pain from
her lips. "I'm gonna come. Yes."
"Yeah, baby. All over me. Milk my cock with your wet cunt."
I barely lasted through her orgasm, hanging on until the last flutters of her walls were gone, and then I was coming. Coming, coming, coming. Endless tremors shook my body as I pushed so deep inside her, desperate to be a part of everything they were. Wanting to rip the condom off and let my cum mix with his, binding us all together.
Goose bumps broke across my skin from the air chilling my overheated, damp skin. We both moaned when I pulled out. I gave her a gentle kiss before going to toss the condom in the bathroom. When I came back, Jake and Carina were curled up under the covers. Two lovers finding bliss in each other's arms.
My heart sank, my throat burned, and I had to clench my jaw to hold back my emotions. With jerky movements, I collected my pants and was tugging them up my legs when Carina asked, "What are you doing?"
"Getting ready to leave. It's late." Somehow the words got out without a single shake. I didn't know how with my whole body on the verge of crumbling, just looking at them so perfect together. Without me. They let me in tonight, but that didn't mean anything. I was the interloper. The dare. A game.
Carina sat up, uncaring of the sheet falling to expose her breasts. Her eyebrows furrowed as she watched me fasten the button on my jeans.
"Why? Do you not want to stay?"
"What?" I froze, not understanding. I looked to Jake, expecting him to tell me to leave, but instead, his eyebrows were furrowed just like Carina's.
She flipped the covers back on the other side of her. "Stay."
I paused, looking at the expanse of white sheet, the perfect amount of space for me to curl up behind Carina. My mind swirled and my heart thundered. What did it mean? Did I want to? What would it mean if I did?
I found myself almost hyperventilating with all the thoughts crashing over me.
"Jackson." Her soft voice called to me. She jerked her head for me to come lie down and then curled back up on her side against Jake.