Oak, Sophie - Siren in the City [Texas Siren 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Sophie Oak

  “Damn, Jack,” Sam breathed. “I didn’t know. I knew you weren’t sleeping well, but I didn’t know it was that bad.”

  “I didn’t tell you. I didn’t tell either one of you. It was easier to pull away from you than to admit I felt a little lost. This evening was the first time in six months I’ve felt like myself.”

  “I knew something was wrong when you stopped spanking me,” Abby said with a reassuring smile.

  He returned it. “Spanking you is the best part of my day, darlin’. I won’t let it go again. I thought I was too pushy. I worried I would push you right out of my life.”

  “You can’t do that, Jack,” Abby replied. She turned to Sam. “And I can’t let you go, either, Sam.”

  Sam shook his head. Weariness drew his mouth down, made his eyes dull. It hurt Jack’s heart to see him that way. “I’m glad that you and Jack are all right now, but you have to see that I can’t stay, Abigail. You know me. You know what I want, and I can’t fool myself anymore. I’ll be fine. I’m going to stay here. Julian will give me a place to stay for a while.”

  Blood started to pound through Jack’s system again. “If you think for one minute I’m going to let Julian get his hands on you after all these years, you’re insane, Sam.”

  Sam’s shoulders came up and his hands were out. “What are you talking about?”

  Jack let his jealousy out. It felt good. It felt like something had been damned up for a long time and only now was allowed to flow naturally. “I am talking about Julian wanting you, Sam. I am talking about Julian trying to take you away from me. Why do you think I left this place?”

  Sam’s blue eyes were round. “You knew about that?”

  “Of course I knew. I’m not an idiot.” Jack moved closer. He wondered if Sam even realized he was inching in, ready to pounce. It was a move he’d perfected on Abigail, but it was time to bring his other sub into the fold. It was far past time. Jack felt his cock harden. He took a deep breath and let the arousal flow over him. He turned and looked at Abigail, who was watching with deep concern. He winked at her. He turned back to Sam. “Did you think I’d let you fuck Julian, Sam?”

  Sam was dumbstruck for a moment. “I guess not. I guess it would make you think less of me.”

  Jack rolled his eyes and prayed for patience. “When, in all of our years together, did I give you that idea?”

  Sam was silent.

  “Sam, you know I’ve slept with men before, right?”

  “What?”

  Jack chuckled. “Sam, I’ve fucked just about everything I could at some point or another. Even when we were here at The Club, I had nights with both men and women that I didn’t talk to you about. I’ve had a lot of sex, but I’ve only loved two people in my life.” He was standing in Sam’s space. It was easy to reach out and draw him in. He didn’t fight. “I’ve loved Abigail, and, Samuel, I’ve loved you. I prefer women, but I can certainly enjoy a man. I am your Dom, Sam Fleetwood. I have been since we were fifteen years old, long before either of us even understood what the word meant. It’s past time for me to ask the question a Dom always asks his sub. What do you need from me?”

  Jack shoved his fingers into Sam’s thick gold hair. It was dense but soft. His skin was tan from working in the sun. Sam shivered the instant Jack touched him. It wasn’t with distaste. Jack could feel the desire pouring off his friend. He chuckled lightly and discovered he was really looking forward to the next few minutes. It felt good and right to be this close. He brought his lips against Sam’s ear. “I asked you a question, Sam. I expect an answer. Don’t be a pussy. Ask for what you want.”

  Sam’s jaw clenched, and Jack could see him vying for emotional control. He let out a deep breath and stared Jack straight in the eyes. “I want you.”

  Jack smiled, a deliciously decadent desire flowed through him. He let his eyes go slightly hard. “Knees, Sam.”

  Sam fell to his knees, not gracefully the way Abigail did, but with a little crash. It was something they would work on. Jack gently twisted his hands in Sam’s hair, pulling his face up. “Who do you belong to, Sam?”

  “You, Jack.” He breathed the words like a benediction. “I belong to you and Abigail.”

  “That’s right.” Jack stared down into Sam’s clear blue eyes and saw relief in them. Jack cocked an eyebrow, waiting.

  “What?” Sam asked, obviously confused.

  Jack looked to Abby, whose eyes were hot as she watched the little scene playing out before her. He hadn’t worried about Abby being jealous. Now he could see she had been pushing for this. He shook his head. She really did try to top from the bottom. He mentally added it to her future spankings. “Abigail, you’re going to have to instruct Sam. Please join us.”

  She was off the couch in an instant. He pointedly studied her from head to toe then frowned. Sam wasn’t the only one who needed a little instruction.

  “Sorry.” She was breathless as she hurried to get out of her clothes. She knew the rules, Jack understood. It was time Sam learned. Jack wasn’t a full-time Dom and never would be, but in an intimate situation, there would be no question that he was in control. When Abigail was naked, all he had to do was lower his right hand, and she dropped to her knees beside Sam. He placed a hand on her head to show he was grateful for the submission. Having a hand on both Abigail and Sam gave him a deep feeling of satisfaction.

  “Abigail, could you explain to our lover why I requested he get on his knees in front of me?”

  Abby’s lips curled up. She reminded him of a naughty little kitten. “He wants a blow job, Sam.”

  Sam turned quickly to her, his mouth open in a good approximation of what Jack wanted. “Really?”

  Abby nodded. “I’m really happy about it, too. You’re completely orally fixated, Sam. It gives you something else to suck on. My nipples get chaffed.”

  Jack snapped his fingers. If he let them, they would seriously discuss Abby’s nipple chaffing while his dick languished in anticipatory hell. “Focus.”

  “He wants you to undress him, Sam,” Abby explained. “Jack doesn’t undress himself. Be careful though. His cock is huge, and it’s really hard right now. He’ll spank your ass if you get it caught it in the zipper.”

  Sam nodded and stared at the erection for a moment before his hands went to the button on Jack’s slacks. Jack nodded to Abby who had been waiting for the command. At least one of his little subs was well trained. Abby was up, pulling the jacket of his suit off and working on his tie and dress shirt while Sam was still on the zipper. She quickly folded the clothes and was back in her place when Sam managed to get Jack’s cock free.

  Jack sighed as it sprang out of its cage. Sam stared at the monster with undisguised fascination. There would be time for him to look later, Jack decided. An unfamiliar impatience was on him. He wanted to feel Sam’s mouth. He stroked his hard cock and lined it up with Sam’s lips. “Open.”

  Sam’s mouth came open, and Jack firmly took hold of his hair. He planted his feet and eased his dick into Sam’s mouth. If he worried that he’d have to direct Sam’s every move, that anxiety was immediately shoved away. Sam’s mouth closed over Jack’s cock, and his tongue ran over it, licking him from base to head and back again.

  Jack groaned. Sam’s mouth felt completely different from Abby’s. Abby’s tongue was small, and he struggled to force his dick into her little mouth. There was no such trouble with Sam. Sam swallowed him down easily. His lips closed over Jack’s erection, and he sucked in long passes. His head worked up and down. Jack found himself fucking hard into Sam’s mouth, trying to find that soft place at the back of his throat. Sam might not have given a blow job before, but he was a natural. Jack felt himself rushing toward orgasm.

  “Stop.” Jack pulled out of Sam’s mouth. He looked down at the man he’d been with since they were both teens. It felt good and right to be with him this way. He wanted this first time to last. “You’re mouth is like a furnace, Sam. I don’t want to come, yet. Abby?”

 
; He turned slightly, and Abby’s little tongue ran across him. He hissed between clenched teeth. If Sam was a Hoover, Abby was a little butterfly running across his dick. He loved the differences between them. They were his, he thought with deep emotion. They were finally both his.

  “Lick my balls, Abby,” he demanded. “Play for just a minute, then I’m going to shoot my cum straight down Sam’s throat.”

  Abby ran her small hand around his balls just the way he liked it. She gently cupped them, rolling the sac up as she sucked the pre-cum weeping from the slit of his cock. After a moment, she bent down and licked the line separating his balls. She sucked one and then the other into her mouth. His balls drew up, ready to shoot off. She felt so good.

  Jack pulled her off gently. She sat back as he turned back to Sam. “Suck my cock, Sam.” He tangled his fingers in Sam’s hair as he fed him his cock. Sam’s tongue immediately started rolling over him, and Jack knew he wouldn’t last long. “Relax, Sam. I’m going to fuck your mouth. Just concentrate on breathing and following my directions.”

  Sam relaxed slightly. His tongue still teased the underside of Jack’s cock, but he gave up control of the movement. Jack took over. He gave in to his instincts. Sam could take a hell of a lot more than Abby could. Jack could be a little brutal, and it would just get Sam hot. Jack ruthlessly fucked Sam’s mouth. He hit the back of Sam’s throat and pressed down before pulling back almost to his lips. Those lips sucked, desperately trying to keep him in. Jack could have explained he wasn’t going anywhere, but he was concentrating on the way his balls hit Sam’s chin when he shoved his way in.

  “I’m going to come, Samuel,” Jack said, the words harsh to his own ears. His eyes found Abby’s hot, hazel ones. He was certain her little pussy was dripping by now. “Tell him what I want, Abby.” He wanted to hear her sweet feminine voice tell their lover exactly what he required.

  She moved close to Sam. “He wants you to suck him dry. Oh, baby, he tastes so good. Swallow him down. Don’t miss a drop.”

  Her hands ran up Sam’s sides, and her tongue traced Sam’s ear. Jack allowed it because Sam didn’t miss a beat. His mouth sucked hard at his cock, daring him to come. Jack’s balls drew up painfully. He groaned as he hit the back of Sam’s throat. Sam swallowed, and Jack felt himself shooting off jets of steaming cum. Sam worked furiously, milking him for every drop.

  “Lick it all off.” Abby was whispering in Sam’s ear. Jack knew she was going to start rubbing herself soon. She wouldn’t be able to help it. “Let me help,” she practically begged, and then Jack was treated to two tongues running along his softening cock.

  He watched the lovely sight of his gorgeous subs licking him clean. Their tongues played along his dick, running against each other lovingly. He let his hands find their heads and stroked them both. He chuckled. His dick was already starting to get hard again. Fucking both Sam and Abigail would be hard work. “Enough,” he ordered softly. Sam would be going out of his mind at this point. Jack could see his hands were shaking with need. Samuel was very impatient. It was a problem he intended to work on, but not tonight.

  “Jack?” Sam was breathing heavily. His mouth was red and swollen. Jack leaned over and brushed his lips across Sam’s. He could taste himself there.

  “Go on, Sam,” he said softly.

  Sam was on his feet, lifting Abigail in his arms before Jack could step out of his slacks. “Samuel, the bedroom please.”

  Sam cursed and turned. Jack knew what he had been planning. Sam would have found the nearest flat surface and shoved his dick into Abigail the minute he got her legs spread. As Jack intended to join them, he preferred the bed. Sam disappeared into the bedroom. Jack heard Sam grunt and knew it hadn’t taken him long to start fucking their wife. He probably still had his clothes on. Jack shook his head and stripped out of the rest of his clothes, folding them neatly. He walked into the big bedroom and was greeted with the sight he’d expected. Sam had Abby on the edge of the king-sized bed with her fuck-me shoes wrapped around his neck. He stood driving his dick into her pussy with a single-minded strength. He’d gotten his shirt off, but his pants had simply been shoved down far enough to set his cock free. It was a lovely sight. Sam had a damn near perfect body, and Abby was so feminine it made him sigh to think of her. He watched them for a moment. Sam was dragging in oxygen as he pounded into Abby. Jack could tell from the way he was starting to tense that Sam was getting close.

  “Sam, you are not allowed to come, yet,” Jack said with his arms across his chest.

  Sam turned his head to look at him. His handsome face was wearing a startled expression. He didn’t stop fucking Abby, but he did slow down. “What do you mean, Jack? I gotta come. I’m dying here.”

  “You should have thought about that before you pulled that shit tonight.” Jack strode over to the dresser and opened the bottom drawer. It was where Julian kept the toys. It was his version of a mini-bar. Jack selected a tube of lubricant, though he noted a few other items they would need very soon.

  “I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop from coming, Jack,” Sam said a little desperately.

  Abby didn’t seem to be paying a bit of attention to them. She bucked her hips up trying to force Sam to fuck her harder. Jack swatted her hand as she tried to toy with her clit.

  “Mine, Abigail.” He was amused at the way she pouted and gave him her sad puppy eyes. It wasn’t going to work. “Did you think I would let you get away with all the shit you’ve pulled? Do I even know all of it?”

  “No.” Sam pulled out of Abby. She whimpered at the loss.

  “Hands and knees, Abby,” Jack ordered. “Sam, underneath her. You take her pussy.”

  Sam sighed. “Thank god.” He threw himself under her and was pulling her down onto his cock before Jack could get the lube open. Sam gritted his teeth as he thrust up into her. “You feel so fucking good, Abby. I’m going to fill you up tonight.”

  “Not until I say so, Sam,” Jack warned. Abby was riding Sam, grinding against his pelvis when Jack gently pushed her forward. He loved the feel of her soft skin against his hands. She was the reason they were all here. If Abby hadn’t come around, he and Sam would have gone on the way they had before. Loving Abby had made being physical with Sam possible. Before Abby, both he and Sam had been too afraid to upset the status quo. Abby’s complete open acceptance of everything she was had shown him the way. “Hold still, sweetheart.”

  Abby leaned forward onto to Sam, presenting Jack with the lovely sight of her little ass waiting for him. He felt his cock lengthen as he spread the lube into the little rosebud. He covered his cock in the slippery stuff and worked the lube into her ass with his thumb. He loved the feeling of her clenching around his thumb. It would be even tighter around his cock. He pulled his hand away and got his dick ready. Though he’d come just minutes before, he was ready to shoot off again. He spread her cheeks and pressed in.

  “Oh, god.” Abby moaned as she pressed back against him.

  Jack sighed. He pushed forward past the tight ring and fully seated himself in her ass. He held himself there for a moment, enjoying the heat and the feel of Sam’s cock against his, only a thin bit of Abigail’s body keeping them apart. Jack looked over Abby’s shoulder into the eyes of his partner. “Tomorrow night, you’re in the middle, Sam.”

  Sam hissed, the sound a little like pain. “Please, Jack.”

  Jack pulled out and slowly tunneled in. “All right, Sam. Let’s fuck our wife.”

  Abby groaned and pushed back against him. Jack held onto her hips, his hands brushing Sam’s as they pulled her back and forth between them. Jack enjoyed the slow slide of Sam’s cock against his as he thrust forward, and Sam retreated. Abby moaned between them. It couldn’t last. There was too much. There was too much of everything riding the three of them tonight, too much lust, too much love. It would be over far too soon. He could feel Sam swelling, getting ready to go off. The intimacy of his cock brushing Sam’s had Jack on the edge, too. He reached around
and toyed with Abby’s clit. Her head fell back, and she went off with a scream.

  “Fuck,” Sam cursed as his face contorted. He shook with the force of his orgasm.

  Jack held Abby’s hips and slammed into her. The lube made it easy to slide in, but it couldn’t mask her tight heat, and Jack let go. He pressed deep and flooded her ass with his cum. It seemed to go on forever, pleasure flowing through him. Abby sighed and fell forward, slumping onto Sam’s chest. She didn’t protest as Jack pulled out and rolled to the side.

  “Up, you two.” Jack pulled the sheets and comforter back. Now Abby grumbled, but Sam had her under the covers wrapped in his arms. His partner was relaxed and peaceful as their wife snuggled against him. The tension that had been riding Sam for months seemed to have disappeared.

  “Come to bed, Jack,” Sam requested with a soft smile on his face. “We don’t care if you wake us up because you’re restless. We just want you with us.”

  Jack climbed in and slid his body alongside Abigail’s. Her head fell back against his chest, the weight comforting. His hands cupped her soft breasts. No matter what happened between him and Sam sexually, Abby would always be the one they cuddled afterwards. He let his head rest against hers. It was time for a little honesty with his lovers. “It’s more than restlessness, Sam. I have terrible dreams. I wake up in a panic sometimes.”

  “PTSD.” Abby reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze.

  Jack frowned. “Is that something you’re going to make me see a doctor for?” He’d been trying to avoid that. He knew Abby would make him do something.

  Her eyes were sleepy but sympathetic. “Not a medical doctor. A shrink.”

  He groaned. “That’s worse, Abby.”

  “Man up, cowboy, because you’re going, and I don’t care if you spank me and tell me I’m…what did that awful man say I was doing?”

  “Topping from the bottom, baby,” Sam supplied helpfully. “You do it all the time.”