by Cole, Fiona
“What’s going on with you, Jackson? How is Andrew?” Carina asked.
“He’s good. Always good with minor improvements from physical therapy. I actually showed him a few houses I was looking at. Hoping to get him off my back about my crappy apartment,” I said with a laugh.
Carina squealed with joy. “Oh, that’s so exciting!”
Jackson dropped his head and smiled bashfully at the table. “Yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve had a place to call home.”
My chest pinched. He’d lost so much, yet he sat there with a smile on his face, never giving up.
“Okay, but you have to promise to let us come over and help you christen all the rooms.”
I rolled my eyes at Carina’s bold statement while Jackson’s head fell back, and a bark of laughter escaped. “Okay, wild thing. Until then, why don’t we go christen your room again.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Jackson looked to me across the table, and I gave my nod of assent. It was all he needed before he exploded into action, moving over to Carina to dig his hand into her long hair and hold her in place for his kiss.
“Come with me,” he muttered against her lips.
Then without letting go of her hair, he dragged her into the bedroom, curling his finger at me to follow when he passed my seat.
Taking a moment to finish off the last of my wine, I thought of what the night would hold. Wondered how far I was willing to go. How far Jackson would let us go.
I strolled into the room to find Jackson kissing down Carina’s neck, her head thrown to the side to allow him more access. When I reached them, I pressed my front to her back and dragged the strap of her shirt off her shoulder to give Jackson more room. I tugged and tugged until the shirt fell over her breasts. I tugged the cups of her bra aside. “Suck them,” I ordered Jackson.
He didn’t look away from me as he bent his knees and lowered his mouth to her pert nipple. He twirled his tongue around and around before latching on and sucking, hollowing out his cheeks. It reminded me of when he fell to his knees for me and did the same to my cock.
Carina mewled and rolled her head along my shoulder. I rolled her other nipple between my fingers but couldn’t look away from the show Jackson was putting on. He moved to the other nipple and flicked his tongue out along her bud and my fingers, pulling a groan out of me. He knew what he was doing. He managed to pull my digit into his mouth and roll his tongue around it.
I snapped.
With Carina still between us, I gripped the back of his head and lifted him to meet my mouth. We were a mass of dueling lips and tongues, neither of us ceding control.
“God, yes,” Carina whispered.
We pulled back but kept our foreheads pressed together, our breaths heaving between us.
“I want more,” Carina said, her finger reaching up to trace my swollen lips. “I want to watch you two.”
I stiffened, preparing for the worst, but Jackson didn’t catch her meaning.
“Who do you want to see on their knees first, baby?”
I couldn’t look up to gauge the situation. Instead I kept my gaze locked on her breasts, tracing every curve of her flesh. When she began talking, I held my breath.
“I—I want to watch Jake fuck you.”
Another long pause. Longer than I could hold out for. With my heart trying to crawl its way up my throat, I looked to Jackson from beneath my lashes.
His full lips were parted around his quick breaths, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes—his eyes were molten chocolate. They were darker than I’d ever seen, and I wanted to latch on to that, but I couldn’t ignore the matching nerves I saw.
“Only if you want to,” I whispered, like talking too loudly would break the moment. He breathed a laugh, and I wasn’t sure what was so funny. I thought to his earlier words that first night we were all together. “I’m not sure I’ve earned it.”
When he finally spoke, his voice was deep and vibrated across my skin like a lover’s touch. “You share your fiancée and your body with me. You’ve earned it.”
Carina pressed up on her toes between us and kissed Jackson’s jaw. “I’m gonna sit back and enjoy the show.” Her excitement was palpable, her whole body shaking with it. She shifted until she faced me and gripped my jaw, pulling me down for a kiss.
“I love you,” she said against my lips.
“I love you, too.”
And with that she slipped from between us, leaving a cold space I wasn’t sure where to start to fill.
Jackson stared as he reached behind him and pulled his shirt off, baring the rippling muscles along his abs and chest when he threw the shirt aside. I didn’t want to drop my eyes but couldn’t stop from watching his hands move to the button on his jeans, his fingers fumbling as they shook.
The small tremor set me at ease that I wasn’t the only one nervous about this.
Pushing his hands aside, I closed the gap and unfastened his pants for him. I shoved everything off and licked my lips as I watched his cock bob back up and hit his stomach.
What now? What did I do next? I was so lost in my nerves and excitement that I stood frozen staring at his length, now oozing precum from the slit.
Jackson’s hand clamped around my jaw and pressed a kiss to my lips before gripping my shoulders and turning me to face Carina.
“Take your clothes off for him, baby,” Jackson commanded as he lifted my sweater over my head.
Carina mimicked his movements and stripped her upper body, leaning back in the chair to rub her hands over her breasts and moaned, like she was putting on a show for me.
Jackson’s hands fumbled with my pants as he pressed kisses and bites down my neck and over my shoulder. He shoved the material over my hips and let them fall to the floor. I stepped out and kicked them away. Standing there, completely naked, a man’s erection pressed between the crack of my ass, his hands gripping my cock, I watched my fiancée push her leggings off before spreading her legs to show me how wet she was.
“Does this turn you on, Carina?” Jackson asked. “Two strong men performing for your pleasure. Do you like watching my fist jerk your fiancé’s cock? What about if I cup his balls? What if you knew I was sliding my shaft up and down the slit of his ass, holding off coming because I love the sight of your glistening pussy?”
Carina and I both groaned. Me, because Jackson’s hand was stroking me tortuously slow and Carina, because she just slid her fingers between her legs and played with her clit.
“He’s so hard for you. So hard watching your fingers move over that wet cunt.”
“Do it. Fuck him,” Carina said, staring right at me.
“Anything for my dirty girl,” I growled to her.
I turned in Jackson’s arms and took control. I shoved him back until he fell on the bed, staring up at me with a cocky smile.
“You gonna fight me?” he asked.
“If I have to.” I leaned down, bracing my hands on either side of his hips. “But I don’t think I will.” I nipped at his lips and pulled back before he could retaliate.
My heart thundered in my chest, my whole body shaking as I moved to the nightstand and grabbed a condom and lube. I’d never fucked a man before, but I’d been in Carina’s ass enough to know the tools I’d need.
I barely bit back my groan when I turned to find Jackson stroking his cock, his head thrown back in pleasure.
“Don’t come yet.” My order was loud in the quiet room, filled only with the sounds of heavy breaths and desperation. I looked over at Carina, her hips moving wildly in the chair. “That goes for you too, princess.”
She whimpered and slowed her fingers between her legs.
When I went to kneel on the bed, straddling Jackson’s thighs, my knowledge ended and the fear and doubt set in. What if I fucked this up? Yes, I’d fucked Carina, but it had to be different. Did I lay between his legs? Did I flip him over? Did I fuck him hard? What did he like?
He must have sensed the panic becau
se he pulled me down for a kiss and pushed his tongue into my mouth, shoving every thought from my head. I was too focused on the way his hard chest pressed to mine, the rough leg hair brushing my own, the stiff cock trapped between our bodies as we devoured each other. His stubble was a rough contrast to the way his soft lips felt taking mine.
Feeling like I could breathe again, at least for a bit, I pulled back and kept my eyes closed as I admitted my naivete. “Help me. I—I don’t know what to do.”
“Grab the lube.”
I sat back on my haunches, sure to not crush his thighs as Jackson rolled to his stomach, moving to his knees. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from the hard, firm ass presented to me. Even when he sat up, I couldn’t look away. In a moment, I’d be spreading those firm globes and pressing my cock to his tight hole. As my fiancée looked on, I would fuck my best friend.
“Excited?” Jackson laughed when my hips jerked forward, eager to press inside. “Put the condom on,” he said, grabbing the lube from my fisted hands.
When I looked up from the task, he’d shifted to face me, and his slick hands gripped my cock, tugging from root to tip, one hand over the other, again and again until my head was tipped back and I was a quivering mess already on the edge of coming.
“Stop,” I moaned, gripping his wrists.
He smiled. “Just wanted to make sure you were nice and lubed.”
“Trust me, I’m more than ready.”
“Well, I’m not.” He passed me the lube. At my hesitation he explained, “Just like you would Carina. Maybe not as soft.”
He winked before turning back around and falling to his elbows, his head between his arms. I squirted lube on my fingers before resting right against his asshole. I rimmed it with my fingertips, loving the way he jerked at the touch. I couldn’t look away as my finger circled again and again. It was nothing different than any other time with Carina.
Except for the fact that it was my best friend. The man who made me question everything. The man who claimed to only top others. Except that it was him, kneeling before me so I could slide myself inside his body and claim him when I had no right to. It didn’t stop me.
Looking to Carina, she gave me a jerky nod, her whole body glistening from holding back her pleasure.
Jackson and I both moaned when I slipped my finger inside his tight hole. So fucking tight. I watched, enraptured as I pushed all the way in and slowly pulled out, repeating the process until Jackson growled, “More.”
Then I inserted two fingers, my eyes glued to the way they stretched him. Fascinated by the way he thrust back against me and the muscles in his back flexed and bunched with each move I made. I scissored my fingers and twisted them this way and that. I rubbed a small ridge and Jackson jerked, letting out a hard groan. I froze, unsure if I hurt him.
“You like that?”
“Fuck yes.” He pressed his face into his arm. “Just don’t do it too much or I’m gonna come before you even get inside me.”
I sat back and rubbed at it again and again, because I could, and I loved the way every muscle in his body jerked.
“Fucker,” he grunted.
“Not yet, but I’m ready now.”
“Thank God.”
I stroked my cock a few more times before kneeling behind Jackson. Lining my cock up with his puckered hole, I hesitated.
This was it. I was about to fuck a man. I looked to Carina one more time and gasped when he pushed back, wedging my tip. With a hand on his ass, I tugged his cheeks apart and began slipping inside.
Jackson’s fists were clenched in the sheets over his head and I paused, but when he let out a whimper—a fucking whimper—I kept going. I stared in wonder and awe as I watched my thick length disappear inside him inch by inch. As soon as I was seated all the way against his ass, I didn’t hesitate anymore. I inched out and pushed back in a little harder than before.
Jackson was gasping for breath, and I gripped his hips, testing his limits when I pulled out and pulling him onto me as I thrust, our skin slapping together, my balls touching his.
Out again, and another thrust.
His hand moved to disappear under his body, his arm flexing as his hand worked over his dick. Fuck I wanted to see. I wanted to see everything. I wanted to continue to watch myself slide in and out of him. I wanted to watch his face as I fucked him. I wanted to watch him jerk himself off to having my cock stuffed hard up into him. All of it. I wanted it all.
I slid my hand up his back, falling over him and giving a few quick thrusts, done with the soft glide. I could hear his hand slapping against his cock and feel his ass clenching around me. I grunted and bit into his back as I wrapped my hand around his neck and tugged him upright with me. I held his throat, loving the feel of his Adam’s apple bobbing against my palm as I really fucked him.
“Does that feel good, Jackson?” I groaned in his ear. “You like my cock up your tight ass?”
“Yes, yes,” he breathed.
Our bodies slapped together as I fucked him harder.
“Oh God,” he moaned. “Jake. Please. Gonna come.”
I gripped his jaw and turned him to face me. “Not fucking yet.”
He was mine and I wanted him all. I ate his lips, took every morsel he offered to me. Ground my cock deep inside him with heavy long thrusts, followed by quick stabs that had him panting into my mouth. We were two masses moving as one, sweat along our skin as every inch of our bodies rubbed against the other. His muscles flexed against mine, and I loved how hard I could fuck him. How much I could take from him.
Not wanting him to come just yet, I knocked his hand away from his cock and gripped it in my own hand. “This is mine. I’ll make you come when I say so.”
His lips lifted, his smile delirious and aroused. “Then fucking do something with it,” he challenged, his hand moving over mine to grip his shaft tighter.
I pulled out of him and pushed him to the bed before flipping him over. Kneeling between his spread legs, I lined up my cock and shoved in on one go.
“I’m gonna watch you spill your cum all over that chest.”
When he went to move his hand to his cock, I pinned it above his head as my other hand moved to grip his shaft.
“Come on, Jackson. Show me how good it feels. Show me how much you love my cock in your ass. How much you love having me inside you.”
He pressed up and kissed me, taking deep breaths between long bouts of our lips locked together, muttering words I wasn’t sure he even knew what they meant.
“Yes.”
“Want you inside me.”
“Only you. Fuck, Jake. Only you.”
They drove me on until I couldn’t stand it anymore. Sweat dripped down my temples and I gave it my all, bottoming out every time, jerking his cock hard.
“Come, God dammit. Come for me.”
His hand came up to grip my neck and pressed his forehead to mine. “Only if you fall with me.”
And fall we did. Like in a hurricane, everything swirled like chaos around us, wiping out anything but the pleasure between our bodies. My vision blurred, and sound became a ringing in my ears. But I forced myself back to feel the way my cock twitched inside him, filling the condom. So I could hear his groans of pleasure and watch the way his cock shot long ropes of cum across his chest, even landing on his chin.
When the storm was done raging around us, my arm shook as I tried to support my body, falling to my elbow and just pressing my face to his. I kissed him again and again, slower this time, like we needed the contact but were too tired to be as rough as before. Like the battle was over and we were licking each other’s wounds. A drop of white clung to his chin and curiosity got the best of me. I lapped up the fluid and breathed a moan at the salty tang of his cum on my tongue.
He held me to him as he kissed me, tasting himself on my lips. We brushed our noses against each other, breathed laughs of residual pleasure, tasted wherever we could.
A small whimper of sound had my body going stiff.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. My chest squeezed tight, pinching with regret and knowing I’d messed up.
I took a deep breath and turned to look at Carina—my fiancée—the woman I’d forgotten was in the room as I buried myself in Jackson.
Her hand lay between her thighs but wasn’t moving. Her breasts heaved from her labored breaths and a flush stained up her neck and into her cheeks. But her eyes. . .
All the air seeped from my lungs as I looked into her eyes and found doubt for the first time ever in our relationship. For the first time I didn’t find the acceptance and arousal that always greeted me.
But then she blinked, and her lips twitched as though she was trying to smile, trying to make her muscles do the work and push past what she just witnessed. And what had she seen? What had she really seen as she watched us, because what just happened felt like my world shifted and I couldn’t help but worry she saw the change.
“Is our girl ready for her turn?” Jackson asked beneath me.
Her hand began moving again. “I may finish without you.” Her voice was low, seductive, but I could still hear the tremor shaking her voice.
Jackson growled. “Not a chance.”
Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and slipped from Jackson’s tight ass, unable to hold back the groan.
“Thank you,” he whispered before I pulled back.
I could only nod as I slid the condom off and tied it before tossing it aside.
“You take bottom, and I’ll take the top,” I said, making my way over to Carina.
“Gladly.”
Jackson didn’t waste any time falling to his knees and shoving Carina’s legs wide. She gasped when he buried his head between her thighs and worked her over.
I gripped her chin and made her look at me. Made sure to show her how much she pleased me and turned me on as she sat there getting eaten out by another man. “Such a dirty girl. Does his tongue feel good? What’s it doing?”
“H—he’s licking me.”
“How? Hard, soft? Is he fucking you with his tongue?”