“We tried,” King said simply. “We couldn’t wake you.” He put a hand on Sam’s shoulder, forcing Sam to look at him. “It’s in your pocket. We never took it out.” Sam’s heartbeat slowed down and he took a deep breath.
Jane bounced on top of him. “Hey, still here. And this was not a bad idea.” She leaned over and took his face in both her hands, forcing him to look her in the eyes. “No lie, this has been the best night of my life. So far.” She shrugged. “I’m young. But seriously: Best. Sex. Ever. So, no regrets. I’m fine. You’re fine. Let’s do it again.”
“Yeah?” Sam said sarcastically, trying to gently jostle her off and failing. “And what if I go crazy again?”
“First of all, you didn’t go crazy,” Jane said, clearly getting exasperated. “You had a nightmare about a traumatic event in your past. Totally understandable. I’m a woman,” she said and pointed to herself. “And there’s a woman in your dream. She’s an important part of the dream. If you spent more time around women, then being close to one might not trigger the memory. You ever think of that? Also, a few softly spoken words, a brush of my hand”—she demonstrated by brushing a lock of hair off his forehead—“and you were fine. Okay? And King was here. He was right here by our side, he helped to calm you down—”
“No brushing of hands,” King said, holding his hands up in the air defensively.
“Good,” Sam said drily.
“And he’s right here now,” Jane went on as if they hadn’t spoken. “He’s going to watch very closely to make sure nothing goes wrong. Right, King?” Her tone was sly and flirty and Sam’s heart kicked up a notch. Did she know he’d liked it when King watched them last night? Whoa. Did he just admit that he actually liked the idea of King watching him fuck? He was so fucked-up. Seriously.
“Very closely,” King agreed with a wink. “It’s hot. And, you know, the safety issue.”
Sam coughed to cover his laughter. “I don’t know, man. I don’t know if I can do it with you so close,” he lied. Jane cupped his face again and pointed his gaze at her boobs.
“Just focus right there,” she said. She moved his gaze down to her pussy as she rubbed it against his stomach. Damn, she was wet. “Or right there. Let me do all the work.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said. She gave a little shiver with a secret little smile and Sam was so turned on his dick stood at attention.
“Now, King,” she said, her voice all husky and flirty, “you better look over here, too. You know, the safety issue.” She leaned over and grabbed the condom that King was holding out helpfully. “Maybe you need to be a little closer.”
“Yes, ma’am,” King said, and she shivered again, never losing that sexy smile. King scooted his chair so close to the bed his knees were pressed against it. Knowing that King was watching Sam’s dick as he fucked Jane made Sam shiver with awareness, too.
“No foreplay?” Sam asked.
“Been there, done that, just want to fuck,” Jane said merrily, as she slid the condom down his dick.
“Um, okay,” Sam said, wondering if all women were like this or if he’d just gotten really, really lucky last night. Luckier than he’d ever dreamed, anyway.
Jane didn’t waste any time climbing on board. When she slid her wet cunt down on him he moaned and arched his back. “That feels just as amazing as the first time I was in here,” he told her, gripping her hips tightly. Last night she’d liked that a lot. He’d been worried about leaving bruises, but she didn’t seem to give a damn.
“Tell me about it, stud,” she purred, grinding her hips in a slow circle. “Just an FYI. I am not going to last long.” She turned to King. “Hey, come closer,” she said. Sam wondered what she needed, and King had a concerned look on his face.
“Is something wrong?” King asked, leaning toward her. She reached out and stroked a hand down his hair and then wrapped it around her fist.
“Yeah,” she said, tugging his hair, pulling him so close Sam thought she was going to kiss him. He wanted her to kiss him. “You’re still too far away.”
The sight of her holding King prisoner by his hair like that while she rode him kicked Sam’s arousal up to eleven. He thrust up into her hard, making her buck against him.
“Hey,” she said with a laugh.
“You said you wanted to ride me like a cowgirl,” Sam said breathlessly. “You’ve got a hold of the reins. So ride me.”
“I didn’t know I was going to get to watch this closely,” King said, laughter in his voice as he grabbed Jane’s wrist. Jane didn’t pull away, but she didn’t let go of his hair either. She flexed her thighs and pulled up along Sam’s dick and then slid down with a trembling sigh.
“Help me, King,” she said, dropping her head back on her shoulders with her eyes shut. “Don’t let me fall.”
King glanced down at Sam, his cheeks pink. He’s blushing, Sam thought. He likes it, but he’s a little out of his zone, just like me. “Do it,” Sam said, thrusting up hard again. “This is about to get wild.”
King gingerly wrapped his arm around Jane’s waist. He was so close he was almost on the bed. Jane hummed and smiled. The smile was smug and so full of feminine satisfaction that Sam felt a completely inappropriate sense of pride at making her so happy. His head was seriously fucked-up, all right. What guy felt like that because the woman riding him was turned on by his best friend? Who, incidentally, was close enough that Sam figured this would count as a threesome in anyone’s book.
Jane started to ride him hard, grinding on him, giving little gasps and short, sharp cries of pleasure every time she pushed onto him. He got her rhythm, learned the places she wanted him to be, to rub, to press against. He gave her everything she wanted, as much as he could, anyway. She was pushing his limits, taking him places he’d never gone in a fuck before. Hell, what little sex he’d had in his life couldn’t even compare to the last twelve hours with Jane.
Jane lifted one hand off Sam’s stomach, where she’d braced herself, and cupped her breast, squeezing it roughly. It threw off her rhythm and she groaned in frustration. Sam was holding her hips, helping her move on him, and he was afraid if he let go they’d have to slow down and he damn sure didn’t want to do that. He wanted to fuck hard. “King,” he said. Jane ground the head of his dick somewhere sweet inside and he bit his lip to keep from coming. “Tits,” he gasped.
King knew what he meant. He reached out and pushed Jane’s hand away. Then he cupped her breast and squeezed like she’d been doing. He pinched her nipple between his big fingers and she arched her back.
“Oh, yeah,” she moaned. “Yeah.” She wrapped her arm around his shoulders and pushed his head down. “Mouth,” was all she said. She drove her hips against Sam and all he could do was nod at King’s look. King leaned over and licked her neck, then slid his mouth down and sucked in the nipple he’d been pinching.
“Fuck, yeah,” Sam said, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight. King’s dark skin and hair against Jane’s pale breast was so fucking hot. Sam was panting, and he used his hands to force Jane’s hips to stay still so he could just fuck her hard and fast. She was moaning nonstop and then Sam felt her come. She grabbed a fistful of King’s hair again and held on as she gave the same high-pitched screech she’d made the night before.
“She’s choking my dick, she’s coming so hard,” Sam panted.
King wrapped his arm tighter around her and pinched her other nipple with that hand while he kept sucking the other. Jane cried out and Sam felt her pussy clenching again. He couldn’t last any longer and rammed his dick home as he felt the heat of his orgasm rush through him. He bit his lip and moaned, grinding up into her, King in between them.
Chapter 6
When it was over King pulled away. Jane sat there on top of Sam, breathing hard, glassy-eyed and smiling down at him. “Wow,” she said.
“Wow,” Sam agreed.
King pushed his chair back and stood up. “I can’t,” he said. He turned to go, but Jane grabbed his arm.
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“Oh, come here,” she said, her voice a little scratchy and kind of weak. She reached for the button on his shorts.
“What are you doing?” King asked in surprise, stopping her with a hand around her wrist.
“I’m not going to pull you in and not finish you,” Jane said, sounding insulted. “What kind of tease do you think I am?” She looked down at Sam. “Hands or mouth?”
“Lady’s choice,” Sam said, shocking himself. Was he really going to lie here under Jane, his softening dick still inside her, and watch her blow King? Why, yes, yes he was.
“Mmm,” she said, unbuttoning King’s shorts while she ignored his protests. “Mouth.” She shoved King’s shorts and underwear down, and his hard dick bounced up as if freed from a cage. Sam had seen his dick before, in the locker room, and once or twice at the house when he forgot to bring clothes into the bathroom when he took a shower. He hadn’t thought much about it. But now, King’s dick was a huge turn-on, framed by the tattoos on both hips. He was big, fat and long, hard as hell, with a leaking tip. At that moment Sam wanted to see it buried in Jane’s mouth more than he wanted to breathe. He was so going to have to see a therapist after this. He was certifiable.
“Oh my God.” Jane ran her fingers over the tattoos on King’s hips. They matched the ones on his arms. Even Sam had to admit they were sexy as hell. Then she licked the length of King’s erection, holding it in both hands. “I’m living out my porn-star fantasies,” she said calmly. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“No,” King said, his voice shaky. “Not at all.”
Sam’s dick jerked inside Jane. He couldn’t believe he had any juice left after that orgasm, but this was pretty hot.
“Sam likes watching, too,” Jane said, sneaking a flirty look at him. “At least that’s what his dick is saying.” She wiggled her hips and Sam moaned. When she rose onto her knees and sucked King’s head into her mouth, just managing to keep Sam inside her at the same time, both Sam and King groaned. Then she pulled off King’s dick and slid down Sam’s. “Okay,” she panted. “Way hotter than I thought this would be. I’m giving you fair warning. I’m going to come on your dick again while I’m sucking him off, so don’t take it out.”
“Oh, damn, man,” King said.
“Wait, wait,” Sam panted. He pushed her off.
“No,” King groaned. “Come on, Sammy. Don’t do that to me. This girl is reading my damn mind.”
“New condom,” Sam said, grabbing the roll and tearing one off. “Just a sec.” He ripped off the old one and tossed it to the end of the bed, then rolled on the new one as fast as he could. Then he scooted back under Jane. “Okay, go.” All three of them moaned as she sat on his dick. Then King took a fistful of Jane’s hair, just like she’d done to him earlier, and pushed her head down, pressing his dick into her mouth. All the blood left Sam’s head and pounded in his cock at that point, and all he could do was fuck Jane and watch her give King head.
It was all a blur after that. Jane came again first, which was good, because then she concentrated on driving both men crazy. It became a contest to see who would give in and come first. Finally Sam decided he didn’t want to win, and he let loose and came, crying out as Jane milked him with her pussy until he was so sensitive it almost hurt. He grabbed her hips and held her still and watched as she blew King’s mind.
When King came, Sam could see him holding back. His fist was wrapped tight in Jane’s hair, but he was being careful not to pull it. His tattooed arm holding her head down looked primitive as fuck, and Sam loved it. Jane was humming, like she was all happy and shit, and Sam knew—because he’d want to do it, too—that King was forcing himself not to ram his dick into her throat as he came. Sam was a little surprised that she let King come in her mouth, but it was as hot to watch that as it was to watch everything else they’d done. He knew he should be worried about how much he liked having King around while he was fucking, and watching King while he screwed around with a woman, but he wasn’t. At least not right now. He was pretty sure that after he’d had time to think about it he’d absolutely freak out. But apparently fucking had shut down that part of his brain.
The door to the hotel room opened unexpectedly. “Oh, shit,” Margo said, and Jane spun around on the bed to see her cousin facing the door, back turned to the three of them. “I should go get coffee.” Margo peeked over her shoulder and then quickly looked away again. “Should I go get coffee?”
When Margo entered the room, King had spun around and yanked his shorts up. He turned back now, dressed and looking as if nothing had happened between them.
“Yes,” Jane squeaked, more embarrassed than she could ever remember being. “Get coffee.”
“Two or four?” Margo asked, a smile in her voice.
“Two,” Jane said firmly. She met King’s eyes, but he looked away before she could read what he was thinking.
“Aye, aye, captain,” Margo said, and then she beat a hasty retreat.
As the door closed behind her, Jane bolted off the bed. “I’ll be back in a minute,” she mumbled as she ran into the bathroom. Once she was in there she tried not to hyperventilate as she stared at herself in the mirror. Margo had seen her. Them. She knew Jane had just slept with two guys. Oral sex was still sex, at least in Jane’s book. She’d had sex with two guys. At the same time. Which was crazy. She was crazy. What the hell had she been thinking? Temporary insanity was the only explanation.
She looked like a massive ho. Her hair was a beehive and she had hickeys all over her boobs. And were those finger-shaped bruises on her hips? She dropped her head into her hands. She had to be a grown-up and go back in there and say goodbye like an adult. Because she knew there was no way they were going to sneak out like most guys would after a one-night stand. Especially one that had degenerated into a kink fest. An incredibly hot and fun kink fest, but still. She took a deep breath and straightened her shoulders. She was being a dumb-ass. Everything had been cool between them. There was no reason to assume this morning would make it awkward. Right? Was this awkward? How long had she been in here?
Quickly she used the bathroom and tried to tidy up. When a hairbrush didn’t do it, she grabbed a band and shoved it all up in a makeshift half-bun, half-ponytail thing. All that did was highlight the hickeys, so she looked for something to cover up with. Thank God Margo had left a short little robe hanging on the door hook. She owed that girl a drink.
When she walked out of the bathroom, Sam had dressed and the room was tidied up. The guys were standing silently, looking out the windows to the pool below. She cleared her throat and they turned around. Yep. Awkward. She put on her big-girl panties and forced a smile. “So,” she said with false cheer. “That was great. But, ah, you know, I have to leave for home today. Work tomorrow.” She crossed her arms.
“Yeah, yeah, right,” Sam said, clearly feeling as stupid as she felt. “Don’t let us keep you. We just, you know, wanted to say goodbye.”
“Right,” she said, after a second’s hesitation. “Goodbye. Yeah, I guess we won’t see each other again.” She laughed and it sounded a little brittle, like Bette Davis in just about any movie she was in. “That’s probably a good thing.”
“Why?” King asked. Well, she’d pegged him right last night. He wasn’t one to shy away from the awkward conversations.
“Because if I did see you I’d be mortally embarrassed,” she said truthfully. “Last night was pretty, um, kinky. Especially, you know, this morning.” She could feel her face burning up with her blush. “Waaaay outside my comfort zone.”
“Jesus,” Sam said, looking upset. “I’m sorry. I mean, we didn’t have to.” He gestured at the bed. “I thought you wanted to.”
“I did,” she quickly assured him. “I did. But it was partly because I knew I’d never see you guys again. That sort of made it no-holds-barred, right? But normally, if we’d met in the normal way or something, yeah, probably not happening.” She smiled. “But I’m glad it did. I can check that off my bucket
list.” Neither guy laughed. Could this get any more awkward?
“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” King told her, looking surprised. “It was great. You were great. Just what Sam needed.” He paused, looking a little sheepish. “And me, too, I guess.”
“So we all got what we wanted,” Sam said, one hand stuck in his pocket. What did he have in there? She vaguely recalled King reassuring him about it this morning. “Good. I mean, thanks. It meant a lot to me. But I guess you know that.”
“You’re welcome,” she said with a grin. “And trust me, I am not sorry you broke that dry spell with me. I wasn’t lying when I told you it was the best sex I’ve ever had.” The wildest, roughest, kinkiest, best-ever sex she would ever have. Period. The thought made her want to cry.
“Me, too,” he said with a laugh. That laugh seemed to break the tension and he walked over to her. “Am I allowed to kiss you goodbye?” he asked, waiting for permission before he got too close.
“Absolutely,” she told him. “If you didn’t, then you’d be a big, fat jerk.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him before she presented her puckered lips for a kiss. The kiss was short and sweet, no tongue. But it was just right. Sam lingered a little before he slowly broke away. “Bye, Jane,” he whispered. He let her go and with a last look turned and headed for the door. King followed him.
“Hey,” Jane called out, stepping over and grabbing King’s arm. “No kiss from you?” She was a little hurt, but he looked surprised again.
“Me?” he asked. “I thought this was for you and Sam.”
“It wasn’t Sam in my mouth a few minutes ago,” she said sarcastically, the crazy Jane from last night still hanging around and refusing to shut up. “You and I got pretty intimate, too.” King grinned.
“We did, didn’t we?” he said. He grabbed her and, with one arm around her waist, lifted her off the floor while she squealed. His kiss was wild and lusty, with tongue, teeth, and a final suck on her lower lip. She felt like he’d just fucked her mouth. And thanks to that kiss she was horny as hell again.
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