Operation G-Spot

by Jodi Lynn Copeland

  Tingles of anticipation shot from her nipples to her core. She sucked him with elation, her whole body quaking with each thrust of his dick. The hands at her sides gripped harder, lifting up and spinning her until she straddled his face with her thighs. Every concern Kristi ever had disappeared with the first stab of tongue into her cunt.

  Fitting his mouth over her pussy lips, he suckled with vigor, stabbing his tongue deep, licking at her intimate flesh, using the bristly hair of his mustache to tickle her mad. He turned to her clit then. He devoured the bead, pulling it between his teeth, tugging with enough force to have her screaming around his cock. His shaft pulsed, throbbing between her lips, telling him how close he was to coming.

  Spencer palmed her tits from above, squeezing the straining tips so hard it bordered on pain. Ecstasy barreled through her, mounting tension from her toes to her ears. Her heart hammered. Sweat trickled between her breasts and down her spine. She mouth-fucked him without relief, taking him swift and furious, deep and hard, until his fingers clamped down on her breasts and his cum slammed into the back of her throat.

  His groan of fulfillment rippled over her pussy lips, tickling her clit with pleasure so intense it snapped her eyes closed. Her cunt thrummed with tiny explosions. Contracted with the building pressure.

  Thrummed. Contracted. Thrummed and contracted. Thrummed and contracted. Just kept on thrumming and contracting with no relief, no release. No friggin’ orgasm.

  Kristi whimpered. This couldn’t be happening, not again. He was the right guy for the job. The one who held the map to her G-spot. The one who could eat her pickle like no other. The one who wasn’t giving up without a fight.

  He just kept licking, sucking, tugging away. His hands as ceaseless as his mouth as they moved over her body, petting, fingering, fondling, but never sending her higher. Never pushing her over the edge.

  Just when her tears of frustration and overstimulation were about to leak out, when it seemed things couldn’t get any worse, they did.

  A voice that was deep, male, and angry but that wasn’t Spencer’s boomed, “I guess this explains last week and your sudden decision to be ‘just’ friends.”

  Kristi jerked her mouth from Spencer’s cock. She scrambled off him to the opposite side of the bed, her entire body on fire from being caught in the act by Jack. One-on-one sex typically didn’t embarrass or unnerve her. It was unusual sex and that which involved more than two people that had the power to set her on edge.

  How long had Jack been standing there, watching, witnessing Spencer going off in her mouth while he tongue-fucked her pussy?

  She finally worked up the courage to look at Jack and discovered that his eyes held more than anger. They were dark with a hunger so keen it suggested he’d not only watched them from the beginning but had enjoyed it; even now he was hard and throbbing as a side effect. Even now he wanted to punish her by shoving his dick into her mouth and making her fuck him while Spencer watched, awaiting his own turn at revenge. Or maybe they would get revenge together, slamming into her from the front and the back in succession, fucking her raw with the intensity of their rage.

  The explicit images the thought provoked danced around in her head and shot directly to her pussy. Ecstasy spiraled higher than it had ever before gone. Kristi’s limbs went weak as a blistering inferno of pleasure scorched through her. Her pussy clenched tight. The air screeched from her lungs. She gripped the sheets white-knuckled and came so hard it was more than she could do to stop from crying out.

  8

  When he’d told Kristi they didn’t need to have sex, that they could talk, Jack hadn’t meant forever or that he wanted to be just friends. He’d meant there was no reason to rush things. What he sensed developing between them wasn’t worth the risk of rash sex. He hadn’t understood why she changed her mind so abruptly, and he had spent the last few days waiting for her to return from wherever she’d gone so he could ask that very thing and explain that friendship would never work for him.

  As it turned out, asking was unnecessary. The answer was obvious. She’d been fucking Spencer behind his back, and when it came to Spence, she didn’t have any problem coming.

  She was still writhing on the bed, her face flushed and the breath panting from her mouth. She clawed her way to a sitting position that did nothing to hide every one of her curvy assets on full display. “It’s not…what it…looks like.”

  “It looked like he had his dick in your mouth and your pussy in his.” And it felt like he was more turned on than he’d ever been in his life. Jack never thought voyeurism was for him, but there was no disputing rock-solid evidence.

  Spencer climbed from the bed to tug on his boxers. His cool smirk suggested he’d been lied to as well. “Sorry, doll, but I’d say that sums it up perfectly.”

  Kristi’s breathing returned to normal, but her face remained red as she scooted off the bed and yanked on her short mint green robe with shaking hands. “Okay, so that is what was happening. But it isn’t like you think. He tried to eat my pickle, but that didn’t make me come. And it didn’t make me come when you did either. So I thought maybe my memory wasn’t a memory but wishful thinking. Only, now I know it wasn’t wishful thinking. I just didn’t see the other guy.”

  Jack dislodged his brain from the vicinity of his dick and thoughts of the last time she’d worn that short robe to focus on her ramblings. She wasn’t making sense and looked jumpy as hell. She didn’t deserve the sympathy that shot through him.

  He refortified his fury with the knowledge she wasn’t the sweet yet seductive woman he believed, but a bold-faced liar. “Just going to be friends with him, too?” he snapped.

  Her throat worked visibly, her eyes dampening. “Oh, Jack…I’m sorry.” She looked at Spencer. “So sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt either of you. I like you both so much, but I can’t come with either of you.”

  Pissed at himself for the resurgence of his sympathy, Jack thrust his hand toward the bed. “Then what the fuck was that?”

  “You were watching. Both of you. I never would have gotten off otherwise.” Kristi bit her lip, then admitted quietly, “My G-spot’s broken. It only works when it’s me or a toy doing the tickling, or when both of you are involved.” She looked from Jack to Spencer and laughed humorlessly. “You guys look like I just asked you to fuck each other. I don’t want that and, despite what happened the night we met, I’m not into threesomes. They aren’t right. To some people, maybe. But I was raised on traditional values, and my parents would never respect me if they knew I slept with two guys at once and had an amazing time.”

  Spencer’s smirk was replaced with a look of understanding. “Like they won’t respect you if they find out what you do?”

  Nearly all of Jack’s fight drained away with the gloom in her admission. “I thought you didn’t remember sleeping with us?”

  “Yes. Like that,” she said to Spencer; then to Jack she said, “I don’t remember. But I know how I felt the next morning when I had to watch you guys walk away and that for me the night was incredible. But it obviously wasn’t for you two, and I refuse to jerk either of you around a second longer. I’m sorry. So, so sorry.”

  Her eyes were damp now, and bright as if tears could be just around the corner. Jack let go of the remnants of his anger and fought the urge to go to her and offer his arms. So her body had the need for two men at once. That wasn’t her fault. “Stop apologizing, Kristi.”

  “What he said, doll. Stop babbling and give us some space.” Spencer looked at Jack. “We need to talk.”

  Kristi nodded. “Okay. I’ll just…go for a walk.”

  Jack glanced at the short hem of her robe that covered only an inch or two of thigh, and the moment she squatted, all was revealed. “Wearing that?”

  “Good point. I’ll be on the couch, if you want me.”

  Spencer watched her go, her creamy white, pear-shaped ass peeking out from beneath her robe with each step. He should regret ever coming to her house. Ever taking
Cai up on the offer that ultimately got him stranded in the woods with Kristi. Ever deciding a relationship with Kristi might not be so bad—it wasn’t like they had to rush out and get hitched tomorrow. He didn’t regret any of it. Not for one damned minute. All he could do was smile at her parting words. They were the same ones she’d used this morning. He’d wanted her then so bad it hurt. He wanted her now just as bad, if not more so.

  First, there was Jack to deal with. “I like you, but I like her a helluva lot more. There’s no way I’m walking away and letting you have her.”

  “The feeling’s mutual.”

  “Then it looks like there’s only one option. She’s gonna be upset about it, but she hasn’t exactly left us a choice.”

  Jack hesitated a few seconds, then nodded. “I can live with it if you can.”

  “She’s worth letting go.”

  “Yeah, she is.”

  “You can come back in.”

  Kristi released three long breaths and then stood from the couch. She would never be ready to face the guys. Never be ready to let them and the warmth they brought to her go. But there wasn’t any other alternative.

  Hugging her arms around herself, she went into the bedroom but couldn’t work up the nerve to move past the doorway or meet their eyes. “I’m sorry.”

  “Yeah, we got that,” Spencer said dryly.

  “There’s only one thing to do here,” Jack said. “We’re ready to let go—”

  “Please don’t say the words.” This was an extremely adult situation. Yet she never felt more like acting like a kid by covering her ears and wishing all the bad words away. “It’s easier that way.”

  Jack’s feet moved toward her, looking like they were already headed out the door. Her stomach cramped. “You’d rather we just did it?”

  “Yes.” Just leave. At least she would still have Climax. Or maybe the dog would take off after Spencer and offer him a consolation dry hump.

  Jack’s feet moved again, coming toward her. Which made sense, since she was in the doorway. Only, they didn’t move past her and out the door but stopped inches from touching hers. Spencer’s big bare feet appeared next to Jack’s. Between the three of them, they formed a perfect triangle. What the hell?

  “What are you doing?” Kristi looked up and gasped at the carnal hunger burning in both of their eyes. They looked like they planned to ravish her.

  Jack took the last step toward her and cupped her face. His mouth came crashing down over hers, his tongue pushing between her lips. Spencer approached from the side. He reached for the sash of her robe, skimming her belly with his warm, rough hands as he made quick work of the loose knot. Parting the sides of the robe, he pushed it down her arms, letting it fall to the floor and reveal her nude body.

  Kristi was naked in front of them less than a half hour ago. Had been naked with them individually on more than one occasion. Still, she couldn’t stop her furious blushing as they both stepped back to look at her with an intensity she felt all the way to her core.

  Her nipples stabbed to life. Her pussy grew instantly wet. Juices slid along her inner thighs, perfuming the air with the musk of her arousal.

  Jack sent his gaze over her, his eyes dark green with lust. “Beautiful.”

  Spencer joined in, lingering on her pussy and exposing his tongue between his lips as if he couldn’t wait to get it there. “Inside and out.”

  Her blood heated, burning as it shot through her body to pool in her sex. Her clit tingled with wicked want. The need to be possessed by two men. Not one. Two. Oh boy.

  Jack returned to her, caressing her back with one big teasing hand while he nibbled damp kisses along her neck, speaking in between sucks and bites. “You can’t decide between us, and neither of us is willing to give you up. Seems we don’t have much choice but to let go of our inhibitions and share you.”

  “Share me?” The words squeaked out of Kristi’s mouth.

  She’d guessed their intentions, but hearing the words made them somehow more real. It made her remember she wasn’t into threesomes. Not even with two stunningly gorgeous beefcakes who already held a place in her heart. Not to mention were already in her bedroom. One almost naked. The other fully aroused, judging by the press of Jack’s cock against her side.

  “Mmm-hmm,” Spencer mumbled as he bent to close his lips over a nipple, drawing it sharply into the damp heat of his mouth.

  Kristi arched forward, her hips pumping toward him without her approval, her nipple already throbbing for more. She forced herself to concentrate. To take deep breaths. To remember this went beyond her comfort level.

  She definitely did not feel comfortable. Rather wicked, wanton, willing. Wet as all get out with the need to feel these two men seducing her together, driving her wild with need. Fucking her so deep and hard that it brought tears to her eyes.

  Jack continued his descent until his lips were on her other nipple, his tongue licking the crest. Spencer twisted the one in his mouth, using the stinging nip of his teeth on it as he palmed the underside of her breast, massaging its heavy weight. Jack’s hand slid along her spine, lower to cradle a butt cheek in his palm, knead the aching flesh and give it a tormenting squeeze. His fingers worked inward until they rimmed her crack and then slipped inside, fingering her puckered hole.

  “Oh my…” Her head lolled to the side. She cried out with the deliciously sinful entry.

  His mouth pulled free of her nipple with a sucking pop. He circled to squat behind her, use both of his hands on her sensitized bottom. “Have you seen this ass, Spence?” Jack’s voice was tight with lust. “It’s quivering for a good long licking.”

  His tongue pressed against her crack without hesitation, sinking narrowly inside her hole and then pushing hard to its limit. He laved her taut passage with firm, commanding strokes, igniting a burning inferno of need that started in her belly and spread almost painfully to her cunt.

  Moaning, Kristi closed her eyes against the awesome sensation.

  Oh God. Could this really be happening? Could she possibly have her Jack and eat Spencer, too?

  Spencer’s mouth continued its sensual assault, twisting, teasing, tugging at her erect nipple. Massaging her aching tit with one hand while the other smoothed over her belly and down to pet her mound. She hadn’t shaved today, and the Chia Pet look was starting to take effect. He didn’t seem to mind but cupped her sex and pushed his thumb between her dripping folds. Jack added a second finger to her ass, thrusting them together, in and out, in and out. Spencer moved his thumb, finding her clit, pressing hard against the bundle of nerves. Her hips shot backward, her stomach clenching with a fit of erotic pleasure. Her knees threatened to give out. She grabbed hold of Spencer’s shoulders, dug her fingernails into his muscled flesh and clung.

  “We worked out a schedule.” Jack’s thready voice tickled her ear, causing her to writhe in their hands and find more pleasure still. “Three nights a week for each of us and Sunday we’ll make it a threesome.”

  Kristi almost came from the words alone. “A threesome? Every Sunday?” Oh. My. God. Her parents were never going to talk to her again.

  “That’s what you need to come, right?” Spencer’s voice was scratchy, his eyes midnight blue with his need. “Both of us fucking you. Sunday’ll be your given. The rest of the week we’ll have a helluva lot of fun trying.”

  With a feral grin that sprouted his dimple and made him look too wicked for words, he went down on his knees and spread her thighs, leaving her pussy lips open wide. Her clit edged from beneath its hood. He blew on the distended pearl, brushed it with his mustache, then rocked back on his heels. “Look at this delicious cunt, Jack, and tell me you don’t want to lick it.”

  Keeping his fingers in her ass, Jack brought his head around to eye her sopping pussy. His mouth was inches from her sex, his tongue able to touch her clit with the tip if he only just extended it. Some part of her said she shouldn’t want this so badly, one man spreading her, watching while another man ate her
out. But she did want it, and Kristi couldn’t stop herself from begging. “Please, Jack.”

  “Anything for this pretty pussy.” He pressed his tongue against her sex, licking deep into her folds. He circled her clit with hard strokes, then slurped it between his lips, nearly bringing her to her knees.

  She would have thought Spencer would feel the need to outdo Jack, but he didn’t look in a challenging mood. Passion flared in his eyes as he watched the other man tongue her. Dark, intense, turning his eyes to near black with lust. Jack licked her pussy with another long stroke and then laved the juices rolling along her inner thighs. He moved his head back to smile up at her, his lips glistening with her cream.

  Kristi laughed hysterically. It wasn’t funny, not really. There was just so much sensation, emotion crashing through her. Her entire body was on fire. Her mind long since turned to mush. Her legs just as spongy.

  “Time for bed, doll.” Spencer nudged Jack aside. His biceps bunched as he lifted her up his hard body and wrapped her wobbly legs around his waist. Jack’s fingers pulled free of her ass. She whimpered over the loss of contact.

  Spencer carried her to the bed, sitting her down long enough to remove his boxers and leave his erection saluting her. His cock piercing winked at her with ruby-red promise. He held her gaze as he rolled a condom on, making it seem just another part of the seduction, then lay back on the bed, pulling her down with him. He gripped her butt cheeks with rough hands, parting them to reveal her juicy asshole.

  Kristi’s clit pulsed with the chafe of Spencer’s pubic hair. Her pussy ached as her lips settled around the side of his cock. She could lift up and take him in easily. But something was missing. Someone. “What about Ja—“

  “It’s Sunday.” Jack whispered the words hotly in her ear as his hands seemed to come out of nowhere to cup her breasts. The hard line of his cock cradled against her crack, his big body naked now aside from a latex wrapper.