Jacked Up

by Samantha Kane

  “Now you’re talking. Is there fishing?” King said with gusto. Sam groaned.

  Chapter 19

  They watched the sun set over the lake from the tailgate of King’s SUV. Jane sat between them. She looked so damn cute in jeans and a bright-yellow tank top under a red sweater that buttoned up the front. It was warm, so she’d left the sweater unbuttoned all day, thank God. If ever a pair of tits should be in a tiny tank top, it was Jane’s. They’d loaded a cooler with drinks before they picked her up, and Sam sat there sipping a lemon-lime Gatorade. He was addicted to the stuff. It was a good thing there was no alcohol in it.

  The setting sun was reflected in the lake. “The sun looks like a giant meteor speeding toward Earth, a big, orange ball of flaming destruction,” he commented lazily.

  “Well, all right,” Jane said. “That’s one way to take the fun out of watching the sun set. Hello burning nightmare of death.”

  King laughed. “That’s some negative shit there, brah. Have you mentioned this to Mark?”

  “Well, I don’t always think it looks that way,” Sam said, defending himself. “Just tonight, the way it’s reflected in the lake.”

  Jane tipped her head so it was almost upside down. “Okay, I can see that. Like from a disaster movie or something, really unrealistic CGI. Right?”

  “Yeah,” Sam said. “That’s what I meant.”

  “It just looks like the sun setting,” King said. “Oh, man, you should see it set in Samoa. So pretty. You never seen a sunset that pretty.”

  “You know, one of these days I’m going to have to go to Samoa just to see all the stuff you keep talking about,” Sam said.

  “You just tell them you know me and they’ll show you around,” King said. “You won’t need a hotel. You’ll have a bed in every house, and home-cooked meals.”

  “Best fishing guides?” Sam asked.

  “Oh, for sure,” King said earnestly, missing the teasing in Sam’s voice. “I’ll go with you to make sure.”

  “That was kind of a given,” Sam said, grinning at Jane. She was watching them with a contemplative look on her face. “What?” he asked, wondering what he’d said now. That look didn’t bode well.

  “Are you guys lovers?” she asked. Sam almost choked on his Gatorade.

  “Nah,” King said. “Not really.”

  Not really? Sam thought. What did that mean?

  “Well, it was more of a yes-or-no question,” Jane told him. “If there’s some gray area, then I think technically the answer is yes.”

  “No gray area,” Sam said, his voice a little raspy from the Gatorade that had lodged in his throat. “The only time we’ve done anything together was with you.”

  “True,” King said casually. “But some people would say that’s enough to call us lovers.” He shrugged. “I don’t care either way, but I’m just saying.”

  “Okay,” Jane said. “Well, for the record I’m not one of those people. Although I do think it raises some questions about how open you are to exploring that aspect of your relationship.”

  Sam hopped down off the tailgate. “This conversation makes me uncomfortable,” he said. He might as well be honest. He got the feeling Jane wanted that from them.

  “Because you’re not open to it, or because you are?” Jane asked. She was all blank faced and playing it straight, not giving him any clues to what she thought about it.

  “I’m open,” King said, like he was saying Throw me the ball. Sam felt like he’d thrown it right in his gut, laying him out on the field.

  “You are?” he asked. He heard the shock and trepidation in his voice, and kind of wished he could take it back and say it again, so that he sounded much cooler and in control.

  “Sure,” King said. “I’ve done guys before.”

  “What the fuck?” Sam said, staring at him. “Why haven’t you ever told me that?”

  “Never really came up,” King said. He wouldn’t meet Sam’s eyes. “But I guess it’s something that you should know before we start sleeping with Jane together.”

  “Yeah, I agree,” she said, trying to be cool as a cucumber. But Sam could tell she was as surprised as he was, even though she’d been the one to bring it up. “We all really need to be on the same page for this to work.” She pinned Sam with her gaze. “So, Sam, open or not?”

  “Do I really need to pick a door right this minute?” Sam asked, trying not to panic. There was all kinds of shit going through his head at that moment, and most of it was freaking him out, because it was X-rated and he and King were the stars of the show. He felt like this should have been coming from left field, but it wasn’t, not really. There was a part of him that had always known—and maybe even enjoyed knowing—that King was into him that way. He’d just ignored that part and pretended it didn’t exist. And then when they’d been with Jane in that hotel room, he’d really liked having King there watching them. It had been hotter than fuck, and he’d really, really liked watching Jane suck King off. That should have been a big red flag that this conversation was coming. Sam had a little experience with toys and stuff, but he’d never been with an actual guy. It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought about it. He’d been with a girl years ago that liked to do him with a tiny little vibrator, and Sam had bought one just like it when he got out of the hospital. He’d graduated to bigger dildos since. There was no way he could have gone years without sex if he didn’t have the toys. Naturally he’d wondered if it was the same as fucking a real guy.

  “No,” Jane said, in answer to his question. She opened her legs and pulled Sam in between them, rubbing his back. “But when you do, that will affect the things I ask for and what I expect when we’re in bed together.”

  “Does that mean that you’ve decided to give this a try?” King asked. He placed one hand behind her ass on the tailgate and leaned over, rubbing his nose in the sensitive place behind her ear, and she giggled.

  “Yes,” she said. “I think we could be good together. I mean, I know we are. And I like that you guys are in uncharted waters, just like me. But I’m warning you: the stuff we did before was the kinkiest I’ve ever been. So consider me a rookie at this threesome stuff. Other than books I’ve read, I have no idea what I’m doing.”

  “Yes,” Sam hissed, lightly pumping his fist in front of him in victory, which made both Jane and King laugh. “Can we celebrate by making out right now?”

  “What?” Jane said with a surprised laugh. “Here?”

  “Sure, here,” he answered. “Look around. We’re the only ones here. The park closes in”—he checked his watch—“forty-five minutes. That gives us thirty minutes to fool around, and fifteen to get out before they kick us out.”

  “Let’s get it on,” King said. He hooked Jane’s shoulder and lowered her onto her back in the bed of the SUV, hovering over her as he leaned in to kiss her. Sam was rubbing her thighs as he watched them, then he slid his hands up under her tank top to her warm stomach.

  Chapter 20

  “Hold on,” Jane said breathlessly. Sam tried not to let his disappointment show. He was horny, and he had been thinking for days about Jane and getting kinky with her and King again. “No fucking,” she said. “I don’t want to get caught in the middle of that, and you better hope you need more than thirty minutes to do it right.”

  Sam laughed out loud. “That’s an all-nighter, babe,” he assured her.

  “I want to take care of you,” King told her, rubbing his thumb across her cheek tenderly. “We just want to watch you come a couple of times. We like that.”

  “Oh,” Jane said in a small voice. She looked between Sam and King and bit her lip. “What about you guys?” she finally asked.

  “Chances are pretty good I’m going to come in my jeans like a preteen,” Sam said. “Because I am that jacked up.”

  “What he said,” King told her. He clearly couldn’t wait anymore. He leaned over to kiss her neck. Sam could see his lips moving on her skin, little sucking motions, his tongue darting out to lick.
It was a huge turn-on and Sam couldn’t believe he hadn’t connected the dots before and realized that watching King and Jane get their freak on was so hot because he was attracted to them both. He kind of felt like an idiot. Jane moaned and Sam’s dick grew three sizes in his jeans.

  Sam pulled his hands back down from out of her shirt and undid the button on Jane’s jeans. “What are you doing?” she asked, trying to grab his hand.

  “If I’m going to make you come,” Sam told her, catching her hand and kissing her palm, “I’ve got to have access to this pussy. Mouth and hands, no dick,” he promised.

  “Oh. Okay,” she said, letting go of his hand. Damn, he was starting to love those breathy little ohs of hers. He couldn’t remember if she’d done that before. He’d been so frantic to shove his dick in her as many times as he could before the night was over that he must not have noticed her love noises. He especially liked that one, but if he remembered correctly, she made a high-pitched kind of squeal when she came that was pretty awesome, too.

  Sam leaned over and took in the scent of the smooth skin of her bared stomach. She smelled like some kind of fruity perfume. He liked it. It made his mouth water. He tugged her pants down a bit and licked a path along the edge of her panties. They were purple-and-white polka dot, with a frilly little white curlicue ribbon along the edge. “I like these,” he told her, running the pad of his index finger from the top down over her pubic bone to rest right at the apex of her pussy, pressing lightly on her already hard clit.

  “Oh, God, Sam,” Jane said, pumping her hips as high as she could with her legs hanging off the end of the SUV the way they were. Sam looked around. They really were on their own out here.

  “One leg, Jane,” Sam said, tugging her panties down. “Just so can I lick you properly. I want to eat you out so bad.”

  “Fuck, yeah,” King groaned. “And I want to see it. And touch your pussy. Maybe I’ll kiss you there, too,” he told her. He kissed her on the mouth then, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and let Sam pull one leg out of her panties and jeans. King was kissing her thoroughly, all slow tongue and soft sighs. Sam watched them and rubbed his dick against Jane’s leg. King broke the kiss and, still staring at Jane, told Sam, “Put your finger in that pussy, too.”

  “Oh, God,” Jane moaned, her hips pumping again. “Please. Please to everything. I swear I forget the word no when you two start loving on me.”

  “Good,” King said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Me, too.”

  Her back arched as Sam slid his finger inside her. “Jesus, she’s so fucking wet,” he said appreciatively. “You like this, baby, don’t you? Me and King all over you?” She shook her head, biting her lip, but as he pulled his finger partway out and then pushed it home again she moaned and fucked against it.

  “Oh, hell, yeah,” King said. He pulled her tank top up, and then yanked one cup of her bra down, exposing her breast. Jane gave a little squeal as King sucked her nipple into his mouth.

  “Yes,” she cried out. “Yes, okay? I like it!” She ran her fingers into King’s hair and held on. Suddenly King’s hand had joined Sam’s on her pussy and he began to press his finger into her alongside Sam’s. Sam began to pull his finger out, but King made a noise and when Sam looked at him he shook his head.

  “Oh my God,” Jane said. “I can’t seem to stop saying that. Are you both fucking me?” She moaned and her hips jerked upward, seeking their fingers and hands.

  “Fuck,” Sam said breathlessly. “Jane, you are so hot.”

  “So hot for this,” King told her, licking her nipple. “You got a body made for us.”

  Sam agreed. There was no hesitation once they began. She wanted it all, was completely open to whatever they wanted to do to her.

  “Fuck me,” she said breathlessly. “I’m going to come. Oh, God, give it to me.” She was straining against their hands, her eyes closed.

  Sam was so hard it hurt, but he didn’t even care. Watching Jane come, both their hands all over her, fingers fucking her together, was the most amazing thing Sam had ever done. And he wanted to do it a thousand times, maybe more. If that meant he didn’t get to come tonight, so be it. But he wasn’t so sure he’d been joking earlier. Just watching her and touching her with King might be enough to get him off.

  “After you come, Sam and I are gonna jack off for you,” King told her. “I got to come, you’re making me so hard. Sam, you hard?”

  “I’m so fucking hard I’ll come if anyone breathes on my dick,” he said, getting into King and Jane’s dirty talk. “I want to come so hard for you, Jane.” He saw her watching him, her eyes glowing in the moonlight that was now starting to reflect off the lake. “And King. I’m going to come so hard watching him jack off.”

  “Sam,” Jane moaned. She reached down and grabbed his wrist, pressing his hand harder against her. He could barely move it, but rocked it against her. Suddenly that sweet, high-pitched cry split the night and he could feel her pussy pulsing around their fingers.

  “That’s right,” King told her softly, “come for us. We love to make you come.” She kept crying out and jerking against their hands, holding Sam’s wrist so tight he could feel her fingernails in his skin. When she finally collapsed she was breathing so hard it sounded like she’d run a 5K.

  “Apparently, I really, really like this kinky stuff,” she said, smiling. King pulled his finger out slowly and Jane moaned.

  “I won’t tell anyone,” he said, unbuttoning his jeans. “Sam get your finger out of our girl and show me your dick. You promised to come for me while I jacked off.”

  “Oh, hell,” Jane said. “Yes. Please.” She slid her hand down her stomach and rubbed her clit with one finger, her hips moving in circles.

  Sam ripped his jeans open and pulled his dick out with a sigh of relief. He glanced over at King’s big dick, already nestled in his fist, then over at Jane masturbating. “I don’t know where to look,” he confessed breathlessly. His hand pumped his dick involuntarily. He just couldn’t help himself.

  “Watch King,” Jane said. “I want to see that, you two jacking off together. Do you love those tattoos as much as I do?”

  That was all he needed to hear. He stared at King’s dick as they began to jack off in time with each other. “I’m not going to last,” he said desperately. “You two have me so fucking ready to go.”

  “That’s what I want to hear,” King said in a tight voice. “You come first, Sammy. Show me. Come on.”

  Sam was jacking his dick so hard and fast he thought it ought to be sparking. But King wanted to watch him come and suddenly making King come just from watching him became the most important thing in Sam’s life. Other than showing it all off for Jane. “Jane, you watching?” he asked. “I’m going to come. Jesus, so hard.”

  “Do it,” Jane said breathlessly.

  When Sam came it was in hard, jerking pulses that made him bend over and bite his lip at the sharp pleasure of it. He moaned as he caught some on his hand and used it to lubricate the last few strokes.

  “Fuck, yeah,” King said. “Now watch me come for you, brah.” Sam looked over and saw that King had one hand wrapped up high around Jane’s thigh, squeezing it as he pumped his big dick in the other. Sam wasn’t sure he’d ever seen a dick as hard as King’s. In seconds, King came, spurting so hard some of it splashed on Sam’s jeans. Sam didn’t give a shit. He might never wash the damn jeans now. Maybe he could get Jane to rub her pussy on the other leg. “Sam,” King moaned as he came, and if he could have, Sam would have come again.

  When King was done he gestured weakly at Sam’s dick hanging out, still half-hard. “Zip up,” he said. “We got a pussy to lick.”

  Jane moaned and Sam saw King had taken over rubbing her clit. “Hurry,” she said. “Or I’m going to come before you can taste it.”

  Sam fumbled his dick into his pants and went to his knees behind the SUV. He pulled Jane toward him and slid her legs over his shoulders. King pulled his hand away and Sam
leaned in and began to lick Jane’s slick pussy. She tasted just as good as he remembered.

  “We got five minutes to make her come again,” King said, kneeling beside him. He lifted one of Jane’s legs off Sam’s shoulder and held it out of the way with a hand behind her knee. Then his mouth was next to Sam’s on her, tasting her. Sam pulled away. He’d eaten this pussy before, King hadn’t. King groaned as he tasted her for the first time. “I can’t wait to slide my dick in here,” he said. Sam saw him bite Jane’s clit softly and her hips jerked as she cried out.

  “Both,” she said breathlessly. Sam put his mouth back on her, shoving his tongue in her passage as King licked her clit. Then King slid his mouth down and pushed his tongue in beside Sam’s. He rubbed it against Sam’s inside her, and Sam was freaking out, because they were essentially frenching inside Jane’s pussy. Just when he thought things couldn’t get any hotter, they did. King slid his arm around Sam and pulled him against his side as he kissed Sam and they licked Jane.

  “Coming, coming,” she cried out, pressing against their faces. Her pussy squeezed their tongues together as she came around them. When she was done, they broke their kiss and licked her softly, bringing her down.

  “That was oh my God hot and sexy,” she said weakly. “Did you two kiss inside me?”

  “Yeah,” King said. “You taste fucking good, Jane. Do you think Sam could lick you somehow while I fuck you? I’d like to try that.”

  Jane laughed, her voice rough. “This is going to kill me.”

  Sam sat down in the dirt, the back of his head on the tailgate between her legs, his jeans still hanging open. “But what a way to go,” he said happily.

  Chapter 21

  King heard Sam from the other room, calling out Carmina’s name. He rolled out of bed, wide-awake, and rushed into Sam’s room. “Sam,” he said from the doorway. He’d learned not to shout at him. If he shouted, Sam just thought it was part of the dream. Everything in the dream was so loud and chaotic. Most of the time, if King just said his name in a normal voice it pulled Sam out of the nightmare. “Sam,” he said again. “Wake up.”