by Cole, Fiona
“Did I miss something?” he asked with a raised brow.
“Other than your woman being a bossy hellfire? No, I think that about sums it up.”
He just smiled adoringly at Carina and pulled her in for a kiss. It was so perfect and sweet and easy, and I needed to look away.
I busied myself with setting the flowers on the counter, a task that should have taken two seconds, yet I managed to draw it out to thirty. Taking long, even breaths, I gave myself a pep talk. If I was going to be there, I needed to be there with the correct expectations. I needed to be honest with myself and the situation I was getting into and I needed to ask myself if I was okay with it all. Turning, I found Jake’s scrunched eyes focused on me, and the blue from his shirt made them so much brighter, I felt like I was diving into the depths of the ocean when I looked at them.
Yeah. I was okay and ready to get into this. I wanted them both, even if I wanted one more.
I gave a genuine smile to Jake and walked over, snagging his wine from his fingers and drinking from his glass. I handed it back with a wink before leaning next to him. “So, what’s on the menu tonight, Chef Russo?”
Carina stood at the stove, her back to us, her perfectly round ass swaying side-to-side to the music playing in the background. “Chicken Cacciatore.”
“Can’t say I’ve ever had it.”
She gasped and turned to face me. “Never?”
“Nope. You’ll be popping my cherry.”
She smiled a wicked smile and turned back to her task. “Well, you’re in for a treat. I make a mean Chicken Cacciatore, and I won’t take it easy just because it’s your first time.”
“Damn, she is feisty,” I murmured to Jake.
“The best kind,” he said before turning to me. “Can I get you your own glass of wine?”
I grabbed his glass again and downed the contents, holding his stare the whole time. When I was finished, I licked my lips and had to fight down the growl brewing in my chest as he stared at them.
“I would love my own glass,” I finally answered.
He shook his head, but his lips were twitching enticingly.
Carina sang “Fat Bottomed Girls” by Queen into her wooden spoon, swaying her hips harder.
My dick probably shouldn’t be twitching with her voice cracking like it was, but her ass had me eager to feel the firm cheeks in my hands as I held on and fucked her.
She dipped her wooden spoon into the pan and then held it over her cupped palm, turning to me, still swaying to the beat.
“Here. Try it.”
She lifted the spoon to my lips and the tomato flavor exploded on my tongue. Closing my eyes, I moaned deep in my chest. “Oh, fuck. That’s good.”
When I opened my eyes, she was beaming with pride, but her eyes also sparked with a mischievous glint. “Jake, you want a taste?” she asked, still looking at me.
“You know I love your cooking.”
“Then you can taste it from Jackson’s lips.” She dragged her finger across the spoon and painted my lips with the sauce. I was sure Jake would hesitate, but a rough hand gripped the back of my head and jerked me to face him. His mouth latched on to my bottom lip, sucking, and then my top before his tongue slid across both and pushed inside. I opened, dying from standing still as he feasted on me. I needed to move. I needed to take. I needed him.
A small hand on my flexing bicep stopped me from attacking. Breathing hard, I barely held back and shifted to face her. She almost burned to the ground from the fire in her eyes.
“You like what you see?” I taunted, still holding on to Jake. We were only an inch away, but I was ready to make room for the woman before me. I was ready to feel her ass in my hands again.
“You’re both so masculine—so hard. It’s the most arousing thing I’ve seen to watch you two kiss each other.”
“You like this?” Jake asked her, growling the question into my ear before he bit the lobe hard.
She nodded.
“And this?” He bit me again, this time along my jaw before soothing it with a kiss. “Do you like the way Jackson is the epitome of restraint, all of his muscles flexing to hold back from taking control of me.”
Jake’s hand moved down my chest, shifting behind me so my back was to his front and I was facing Carina. My abs flexed hard at his hand’s descent, scared to move and have his touch end. It was all still so new, and having Jake touch me had my whole body on high alert.
I let out a hard grunt when his hand cupped my balls and stroked up my shaft.
“Come and get him, baby.”
When she turned her back on us, my chest lurched. But then she turned the knob of the stove off and came for me. She knocked Jake’s hand away but replaced it with her own, kissing her way up my neck and leaving small sucking bites the whole way.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned.
“I wonder if she’ll fall to her knees and wrap those pretty lips around your thick cock,” Jake rumbled in my ear. My senses were on overload and my skin was an electrical wire, sensitive to every touch.
“Give him what he wants, Carina. Suck all of him into your mouth.”
Jake tongued my ear and moved his hard grip to my ass, massaging roughly just as Carina fell to her knees and began undoing my pants.
“Do you prefer her mouth or mine?’ Jake asked so quietly I barely heard him.
I wanted to shout that it was always him but managed to choke the words back. When Carina’s warm lips engulfed the head of my cock, I thrust forward and turned over my shoulder enough to reach Jake’s lips, distracting him from my non-answer.
Carina used one hand to stroke me, meeting her lips every time she sunk down, as her other hand rolled my aching balls. Fuck, she’d just begun and I was already going to come. I wasn’t ready yet. I pulled back out of her mouth and jerked my head away from Jake.
“No,” I muttered. “Wanna fuck you.” I tugged Carina up from her knees and frantically began tearing at her clothes. “Get naked,” I ordered to Jake behind me.
I ripped at my own clothes until we all stood naked in the kitchen. Carina, standing before me with nothing covering her perfect body. And Jake behind me, his warm skin pressing to my back. His hard shaft slid between my ass cheeks, and I couldn’t help but thrust back. He was so close to where I wanted him and damn near every part of me urged me to shift him into place.
But the image from earlier of Carina’s ass swaying had me eager to have her.
“Carina?” I asked, reaching for her hand and tugging into my chest, so I was sandwiched between them.
“Yes?” She looked up at me with wide, eager eyes. I stroked my hand down her cheek wanting to sink into her depths. I wanted to wait a moment longer just to drag the anticipation of what I wanted from her out.
“Can I have your ass tonight?”
Her whole body shuddered as she sucked in a sharp breath. Jake’s hands on my hips tightened aggressively as he thrust, and his cock slid up and down between my cheeks.
I leaned down in to her, slipping my hands over her butt and gripping her cheeks tight. “I want to feel you stretch around me,” I whispered into her ear. “I want to watch my cock push past your limits and fuck you hard. I want Jake to claim your sweet pussy at the same time, making it achingly, painfully tight around me.”
She looked over my shoulder with desperate eyes, checking with her fiancé that this was okay. He must have given the okay because she looked back to me and whimpered, “Please. Please.”
Jake’s warmth disappeared from behind me, but he was back in an instant with lube. He passed it off to me before gripping Carina’s hips and setting her on the counter. Shoving her legs wide, he fell to his knees and began feasting on her. Her hand gripped his head and held him tight to her cunt as she rocked against his face. I watched the graphic romance before me, rubbing my cock with slow strokes as I imagined kneeling beside Jake and letting our tongues brush as we ate her out together.
It didn’t take long for Carina to throw
her head back and moan softly. I couldn’t wait until I made her scream. Jake stood, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, but I yanked him toward me and sucked Carina’s cum from his lips like he had sucked on mine earlier.
Because I couldn’t help myself, I jerked back and watched as I wrapped my hands around his stiff dick and stroked, loving the way his hips thrust into my touch.
“You get in her first and hold her in place, so I can slip into her ass.”
Jake wasted no time situating himself between her thighs again, lining his cock up with her opening and pushing in all at once. They both groaned, and it was music to my ears as I slid on a condom. He hoisted her up off the counter and turned so her back was presented to me. I squirted lube on my fingers and pressed against her tight hole.
“Are you ready for me?” I asked against her ear, my eyes glued to Jake’s. They were fire and demand, and I wanted to give them both everything. “Are you ready for more than my fingers?”
I kept whispering filthy words in her ear as I lubed and stretched her. Jake continued to thrust as I prepared her but lost his rhythm and groaned when I cupped his balls occasionally.
“Do it,” she cried. “Do it. Fuck me.”
Stepping in close, I pressed the head of my cock against her asshole and pushed in, watching for cues that I should stop and getting none. A moment later, my balls were pressed to Jake’s and her hot ass surrounded me.
“Gotta fuck you,” I said as I pulled out to the tip and pushed in hard again.
Jake groaned on the other side of Carina. Her head had fallen into his neck and he held my gaze as we tried to find a rhythm. It took everything I had not to weep in ecstasy when I could feel Jake’s cock stroking against mine.
“Can you feel me? Feel my cock against yours?” I asked, just because I wanted to hear him admit it.
“Yes. Fuck.”
“Do you like it? Do you like the way my dick feels against yours?”
His jaw clenched, but his eyes burned, and he thrust a few more times, giving the answer he refused to voice. I allowed him to avoid it as I had avoided his question earlier. But I smiled anyway, letting him know I knew his answer even if he didn’t want to say it.
As we both got closer to our orgasms, our movements became jerky and out of sync. Jake’s muscles flexed and sweat dripped down his temples. Carina’s back was damp, and her arms shook from holding on so tight to Jake.
“Fuck, this position is so much easier in porn.” I laughed.
Jake’s thrusts slowed, and he laughed with me, letting out a heavy sigh right behind it. He looked around the apartment and nodded behind me. “Move to the couch.”
“Hell, yes,” Carina breathed, also sounding out of breath. “I want to ride you, Jackson. Have that control you mentioned earlier.”
“Your wish is my command.”
I slipped from her ass and situated myself on the couch. I had to squeeze my cock hard as Jake settled Carina over me, sliding her down my length. Fuck, that was hot watching the tip stretch her open and slide until I’d disappeared inside her. In the next instant, Jake was crouched between our spread thighs and sliding into Carina hard. She cried out the same as me. His balls slapped mine as he thrust over and over again, harder each time. Carina did her best to ride up and down my cock, and I watched the way her tight hole stretched around me.
Jake’s cock kept rubbing mine, and Carina’s slick juices coated me even more; all of it a mess of sex, heat, and desire. Jake’s arm moved between their bodies and Carina cried out, her core tightening painfully hard around me as she screamed her release.
She fell back against me and I held her close, massaging her breasts as Jake and I used her body, both our orgasms chasing the other. I moved a hand to the back of his neck when it fell over Carina’s chest, just to feel the connection to him as my own cum shot into the condom.
We were all a heaving, sweaty mess of wonder. I could have died there with Jake and Carina’s weight pushing me into the couch.
I was almost to my death—or maybe sleep—when Carina’s husky voice brought me back.
“Don’t avoid me again,” she said, out of breath. “If you’re done with this, then say it to my face. Don’t be a pussy about it.”
Jake’s shoulders shook, and I could hear the chuckle he released against her chest. I couldn’t help but laugh with him.
“Well, alright miss bossy pants. But I’m gonna have to bend you over and ride you to remind you who’s in charge.”
“I look forward to it,” Carina said, a smile in her voice.
16
Jackson
My eyes blurred as I looked at the financial spreadsheet on the screen. This month’s accounting seemed to take forever. I was just finishing up—finally—when my phone vibrated.
Carina: I’m bored. Let’s play truth or dare.
Jake: One: I’m right next to you, so how are you bored? Two: We can’t play dare with Jackson if he’s not here.
Carina: Well, let’s remedy that. Jackson, be here so we can play truth or dare.
My cheeks pulled hard into a smile. I’d been doing more and more of that over the past two weeks. I’d spent most of my free time with Carina and Jake. Mostly in bed, exploring each other’s bodies and all the ways three people could fit together at once. The rest of the time I was at work, or lunches, or dinners, or even sitting on Carina’s couch as we watched CNBC and discussed the business world.
I didn’t know how I got there and when a voice in my head said I didn’t belong, or that I was an extra, I shoved it aside and enjoyed the company of two of my favorite people. It was the first time since college that I’d felt so accepted and part of something. Even if I was as an extra in their relationship, they never made me feel like one. They made me feel like I was the rest of the pie, like I completed them and fit perfectly.
I still craved Jake, but my feelings for Carina grew each day.
Which in turn made the guilt grow for how much I desired Jake. How much I wanted to be more intimate with him. We’d covered each base when we were together, but we hadn’t had sex yet. And I desperately wanted to be a part of Jake or have him be a part of me.
We’d managed not to kiss again without Carina, although I thought about it all the time. But in those moments of wanting to lose myself in the man, I reminded myself of how lucky I was to be a part of them. Even if it was for a limited time. I wouldn’t ruin it.
Jackson: We can play truth.
Carina: Yes!
Jackson: Jake, who gives better head? Me or Carina?
Jake: … Uh. I prefer when you both suck on me. That’s the best.
Jackson: Way to cop out on that answer.
Jake: It’s still the truth.
Carina: Jackson, ass or vagina.
Jackson: That’s a tough question. I’ve never had Jake’s ass, so I’ll have to say your sweet pussy.
Jake: -_-
Carina: Hahahaha!!
Carina: I meant my ass or vagina.
Jackson: Ohhh. ;) Then definitely your pussy. Unless Jake is there. Then I love how tight your ass is and how I feel his cock rub mine as we both fuck you.
Jake: Congratulations. You successfully have Carina blushing and squirming on the couch.
Jackson: How far does the blush go down? To her chest? Are her nipples hard? Send me a picture.
Carina: We are *not* sending a picture.
Jackson: Spoilsport.
Jackson: Okay, Jake. Tell me about it.
Jake: Checking now.
The jealousy of their relationship reared its head, but I shoved it back down. I was lucky to be a part of this. I needed to not be greedy.
My eyes remained glued to the screen, waiting for Jake’s response, loving where this conversation was going. Hopefully foreplay for later. Dots appeared and unfortunately, Daniel took that moment to come into the office.
“Hey, I had a performer call out. Can you cover tonight?”
I hesitated.
Almost a
ny other time, I’d jump on it. But looking at those three little dots, the anticipation and excitement of the other two people, had me thinking over my answer. This was the closest I’d ever been to a relationship, and I didn’t want to perform. I didn’t want to be with anyone else. It felt wrong.
“I can cover you on the floor, but I won’t be able to perform.”
Daniel’s eyebrows shot up. “Unable to get it up tonight?”
“Ha. Ha. No. I just. . .I’m not really up for performing.”
“Are you seeing someone?”
“Umm. . .no?”
He gave me a deadpan stare. “Sounds serious.”
“It’s complicated.”
“Well, whatever it is, it’s on you. I’ll take you for the floor. Aaron will just have to work more.”
“I’m sure he’ll be super bummed.” Aaron was a nineteen-year-old who just started, and I swear the kid took Viagra before he came to work and could fuck all night long.
“I’ll see you out there,” Daniel said and then ducked out.
I looked down at the phone again.
Jake: Definitely hard.
Fuck, my cock ached imagining Carina’s hard nipples. I groaned and adjusted myself. Depending on how late I worked, I wasn’t sure I’d make it over to play with them tonight. Not wanting to shut it down completely, I kept my message short.
Jackson: I can’t wait to see for myself. But I have to go for now. Daniel needs me to cover a shift tonight.
Carina: Have fun.
I finished up my accounting paperwork and closed out the program. No more messages had come through so, I tossed my phone aside and stripped out of my t-shirt, folding it and setting it by my bag. My black slacks and bare chest would have to be a good enough uniform for tonight. I was about to head out when my phone vibrated again.
It was a message from Jake, but not in our group text.
Jake: Don’t fuck anyone. Carina won’t say anything, but she looked hurt when your message came through.