“Fuck,” Jason mumbles. Just … fuck.”
Keith steps forward with his gaze on Jason’s lips then takes his cheeks between his palms. “That’s exactly what you’re going to do, boy.” Emotions well up inside me as he holds Jason’s face against his and kisses him so deeply and so intensely that every last inch of my body is achingly warm. Jason groans in response while I press my thighs together and watch them drive desperately into each other with their eyes open wide, hungry with lust, overcome with an unbreakable love.
Somehow, we end up in Keith’s bedroom, and my head is so light that I’m wondering if this is just a dream or more of my vivid imagination. Yet, I know it isn’t either when Keith’s long fingertip brushes my bottom lip.
“Sugar, you told me,” he utters with perfect dark seduction, “that you wanted to watch the bond that my boy and I share. That you wanted to be a part of that bond. Need to know right now if you’ve had a change of mind.” He turns to face Jason. “Also need to know if this is what you want.”
Oh God, yes. God yes.
“Jesus Christ.” Jason’s words are little more than a breath as his icy pools of blue meet mine.
“My eyes, Jason.” Keith cups Jason’s neck so he can’t turn away. “Tonight isn’t about domination. It’s not about power or control or force or pain. Tonight is about me giving what’s mine to the man I love, to the woman I love.”
Emotion pulses in Jason’s jaw as heat burns hot between my thighs. “What the fuck are you talking about, Keith?” Jason steps away from Keith’s grip.
“She’s in love with you. She’ll always be in love with you. It’s about time you show her you feel the same damn way. Take her clothes off.”
Wordless, Jason reaches for my hand while staring down at me with those blue eyes that are Jason, warm and sincere, burning and glowing, his pupils dilating. “Are you sure this is what you want, sweetheart?” A silky, seductive warmth fills his voice that has every part of me tingling and tightening and hungry, and when he slowly traces the outline of my jaw with his finger, there’s nothing that I want more at the moment than to feel his hands on me, his lips on mine, his body inside mine. “Yes. I’ve always been sure.”
My heart feels like it’s coming straight through my chest as he lifts the dress over my shoulders with his hands curving over my breasts then unfastens the strapless bra. He slides a hand down and touches the elastic band of my panties.
“Leave them.”
Jason sighs and stops what he’s doing, his fingertip warm against my skin as we both watch Keith unbutton the snaps to his shirt and drop it onto the dresser with his brown eyes delving into mine.
“Now kiss her like you mean it.”
“Wait,” I whisper, shuddering, my clit on fire for Jason’s touch, for his lips between my thighs, for his body thrusting inside mine. “I want Jason to kiss me. I want him to do absolutely everything to me. God, I do. But I think right now I want, and need, to see the two of you kissing and touching and whatever you’re willing to share with me.” I reach for Jason’s hand and squeeze while fighting at the heat burning inside me.
“It’s your night,” Keith responds. “Your call, Jason. Do you want to show the woman you love what it’s like when the two of us are together? How hard you make my cock? How quick you make me come?”
Jason looks down at me with worry and apprehension and dark lust in his face, and I give him a small nod. “Show me. Please.”
Like a shrub cut down by a sickle, Keith’s jeans are falling to the ground beside the boots he’s already removed, his cock beautifully swollen with the tip dribbling arousal, while Jason is in front of him kneeling, bowing, waiting. Submitting. When Keith doesn’t speak, Jason finally lifts his head, his eyes wet with passion and empathy and heated lust and his voice cracking with emotion.
“I love you, Keith. I always have. I always will. No matter how many miles are between us.”
Keith’s fingers slide slowly through Jason’s hair and caress his temples, his scalp, his cheeks. “Always,” he repeats then takes Jason’s neck between his palms and squeezes as he stares down into passion and ice, eyes a dozen hues of blue, so clear, so vibrant, so heavy with passion and respect and love. “Always, Jason.” He releases his hold, yanks him toward the swollen head of his cock, and shoves it down his throat.
Keith holds Jason’s gaze as he plunges in and out of his mouth, cruelly, reprehensibly, his heavy sac slapping against Jason’s skin with each punishing thrust and guiding every move like the controller that he is and will always be. Pulse pounding in my ears, I can’t stop watching the two of them and the scorching magnitude of a connection they share, their immense hunger, their desperate need, their never-ending vast love.
Their two hearts beating as one.
My pulse knocks in my chest so heavily that it hurts as I push back negating feelings that are suddenly pulling me in one direction then another. Jealousy. Rivalry. Uncertainty. Arousal, lust, and hunger. The mastery Keith holds over Jason is open and shut, definite and clear, sending desire and need and desperation surging through me like hot bursts of white fire. Keith takes the nape of Jason’s neck and tugs possessively at him then thrusts like it’s still not enough, like it’s still not as deep as he needs to be. Jason moans in his chest and takes every cruel thrust like he’s desperate to take and take and take more, like his life depends on it. He drops a hand to the thick head of his own erection that’s weeping pre-cum, and so hard and swollen that it looks nearly purple. He pumps himself fast, hard, and urgently, his eyes glued onto Keith as Keith shoves deeper and harder, unmercifully, ruthlessly, without even the slightest sense of gentleness and with nothing but power and control and unconditional Dominance.
Every part of my body aches with need. I can barely breathe, my sex a burning inferno as I watch Keith’s thighs tighten, his eyes blurring, and his breath becoming furious pants while Jason’s mouth works him wildly and passionately and so deeply that I know his jaw is throbbing.
“Jesus,” Keith hisses. “Jesus Christ, boy.” He thrusts one last time before his spine tenses, and then he’s jerking and pulsing spurts of semen into Jason’s mouth, which seeps from the corners of his lips. With my heart racing in my chest, I watch Keith take Jason’s hands and gently lift him from the ground and into his chest before sharing a long sensual kiss, which has all the slight feelings of jealousy and rivalry inside me suddenly disappearing. There’s no more bitterness or uncertainty. I only feel contentment, trust, and more love than I ever thought possible.
Keith ends the kiss then lowers his hand over the thick bulb of Jason’s erection. “Now it’s your turn, boy. Go be with the woman you love.”
Need and lust and love swallow my chest as Jason slides his lips over mine, softly and gently, then pushes his silky tongue, which tastes like him and Keith and scotch, inside, where he licks into my mouth with a perfect ease and faultless tenderness that has me sighing with pleasure, melting and molding into the hardness of his body. Whimpers rise up my throat as my hands move down the length of his strong back and over the curves of his gorgeous ass. Kiss me harder. Put your fingers in me. Taste me. Fuck me.
Muscles aching, clenching, and tightening, they soften in surrender when I feel Keith move behind me and lower a smooth hand down the length of my leg and push my panties to my ankles. I want both of them. My God, I’ve never wanted anything so badly, so profoundly. I want the silky tastes of their tongues, their warm breaths, their firm bodies both moving inside mine while they touch and reach places no one has ever reached before.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” Jason whispers against my lips while Keith’s fingers do a slow slide back up my thighs.
“You.” I run the pads of my thumbs over the stubbled outline of his jaw. “I want you to taste me. Then I want to know what you feel like when you push inside me. I want to see if your jaw clenches. I want to know if you groan deep in your chest like you did when you touched me all those years ago and like you did when
you had me … there.”
“I love you, Jen.” He takes my hand and places it against his pulsing chest. “And I want inside you absolutely everywhere.” He pulls my mouth against his, our eyes connected, and eases me onto the mattress.
“Please. One more thing. No condoms.” I look up at Jason then turn to Keith. “I trust you both, unequivocally, explicitly, and I want tonight to be about trust and certainty and faith. I know we’re all clean. We’ve all been careful in our pasts, so please. For me.”
“Jen.” Jason glances back over at Keith then back at me. “Fuck, sweetheart. Are you sure?” Our eyes all connect as a slow, hot burn builds in my sex and my nipples moan with pain. I spread my legs in front of Keith and Jason, desperate to feel Jason’s lips on me, sick with need to feel his big beautiful cock, warm and bare and exposed, slide inside me. Dying to feel both the men that I love and respect and cherish take my body anyway they choose, at the same time or separately, without latex.
“No condoms,” Keith agrees behind us, his swelling cock between his hands, sweat misting his forehead.
Jason shoves a hand through his hair, and in seconds flat, he’s pushing my thighs apart and lifting my ankles onto his shoulders. My core squeezes and tightens as he murmurs words of praise with heat flashing in his blue eyes as he separates my folds and kisses deeply into my sex with long licks of his tongue as he presses a finger over the tip of my swollen bud.
“I love your fucking body, sweetheart. I love the way you taste. The way you get so damned wet. I’ve wanted my lips on your pussy since the day I first saw you. I’ll never have enough. Never.” His hands slide up my belly and squeeze my breasts so hard that I whimper at the delicious sting of pain.
“Jason.” I tug at his shoulders and urge him upward, but he doesn’t move an inch, his lips driving deeper into me. “Please. Please … be inside me.”
Keith walks up behind Jason, his sienna-brown eyes flashing like copper pennies as he boldly pumps himself and watches Jason bury his face in my cleft and gorge on me like it’s his final time to ever taste a woman’s pussy. Jason groans and flickers his tongue over my clit and all the way down my slit. Keith bends over and bites the inside of Jason’s thigh. “Get up there and fuck your woman like she wants you to fuck her, boy. Fill her with so much damn cum that she’s wet for fucking days.”
My hips lift off the bed when he bites Jason again. I’m so insanely turned on by the carnal needs of both these men—for me and for each other—that I’m uttering both their names. I’m begging, whimpering, and pleading, until finally, my mouth goes dry and my tears burn in frustration.
“Jesus, Keith.” Jason blows a soft surge of warm air over my soaked flesh then slides his tongue all the way up my torso until his ocean-blue eyes are melting into mine and my gaze is glued to his dauntless beautiful face. My hands reach urgently, impatiently, for his hips.
“Please. Fuck me, Jason,” I say in a pleading whimper then lift myself into the thick bulb of his erection.
“Oh, Jen.” He plunges into me and sinks balls-deep in one desperate, fierce drive, his erection long and hard and so deep that it clips my cervix and brings tears to my eyes.
His hips start crushing and grinding, thrusting, pulling out to the hard tip, then pushing right back in as I clench my muscles around him and cry out every time he slams forward with deep savage sounds falling from his lips.
“You feel so fucking good. Your pussy is perfect.” He buries his head into my neck and plunges deeply and desperately while uttering filthy words that only make me more insane with desire.
Keith climbs up behind Jason with his erection hard, upright, and glistening with lube. He lifts his neck and turns him at an awkward but safe position, then crushes his mouth against his lips. He kisses him deep, then deeper, with a groan rumbling in his chest that sounds so erotic and so provocative that I feel it in my own.
“Let me in,” he says in a ragged voice. Then he feeds every hard inch of his cock into Jason and starts stroking deep and desperately while Jason moves inside me with heated perfection and I peer into the brown and blue eyes of the two men that I love so much that I can no longer fathom being without either.
My first love. My first lust.
“Ah, God.” Jason is mumbling feverishly, breathing faster, his thrusts harder and deeper, while I wonder if the change in his breathing is the result of me or because Keith is sliding in and out of his ass. Jealousy threatens but just as quickly dissipates when Keith leans over and kisses me with one hand against my cheek while the other holds himself up to keep Jason from smothering me. Everything the three of us is doing is barbaric, dirty, and vulgar. We’re all moaning, all rutting into each other like animals in the wild. Desperate, furious, and inhuman.
Jason takes my hips and thrusts hard. “You’re so beautiful, Jen. I want you to have everything you’ve ever wanted in this life. I want you to be the happiest you could ever be.”
I am. Just fuck me every day. Both of you. Love me every minute. Together. Together.
Keith rams himself into Jason so cruelly, so viciously, that it takes the breath out of me. “You like your cock in her cunt?” he mumbles against Jason’s ear before stabbing into him with another punishing thrust. “You like the taste of her pussy? Are you going to empty your seed inside her? Am I giving you another first, boy? You going to remember that?”
“Christ, Keith.” Jason’s body shudders, and then he thrusts deep.
“Make her come,” he demands. “I want you to know how it feels when you come inside a pussy while my dick empties inside you.”
Jason grinds into me and lifts into Keith while they both stare into my eyes. Keith’s almost flash with emotion, which has me wanting to tell him it’s him that I love, him that I’ve always loved.
But I love them both. I want them both.
Jason’s hands grip my hips tighter as Keith fucks into his ass with his wide cock, his expression emotional, astonished, and angry all in one. Jason shudders so hard that his whole body trembles when his wide tip kisses my cervix, which sends bumps of hot lust spiraling through my belly and deep into my sex.
“I’m coming, sweetheart.” Jason drops his head into my neck. “Fuck. Christ Jesus.”
“Now. Come now, baby girl,” Keith orders gratingly, his heavy-lidded gaze so sensual and so damned controlling that I feel it absolutely everywhere.
Jason growls, his hips jerking. “Jen …” I feel the beginning of the heat of his climax as he pulses warm spurts of ejaculate inside me while Keith grinds against him, ruts into him, and fills him with his essence and soul. “Come for me, sweetheart. Show me what my cock does to your body.”
Keith takes my hand and squeezes just as my sex spasms wildly around Jason, his hips pumping, plunging, and filling me so full of heated semen that I feel it seeping out and slickening my thighs.
My God, is this a dream? Am I imagining this? Could anything be more intimate? Could anything be more beautiful?
Tears slide down my face as I concede and submit and lose my entire train of thought while sobbing both their names and feeling so much love, so much emotion, that my heart feels like it might burst. Keith holds my hand and stares down at me with nothing but love and affection in his eyes that say, I love you. I love him. I did this not for me but for the both of you.
My body convulses wildly, and I cry out, our skin sticky and sweat-laced, stuck together like hot glue as everything inside me tightens and clenches and squeezes while I think of nothing but the future, two men, one woman, and happiness and forever.
Seconds or minutes or hours pass by where none of us move or speak because we can’t. We’re spent. We’re emotional. Words won’t form. Bodies won’t budge. Jason’s face is calm and relieved but still flashing with, I love you. I’ve always loved you. I’m still leaving Springhill.
Keith stares down at me with a smile that is so soft and eyes that hold so much love and respect and warmth that I know that if I don’t do something, I’m going t
o ruin the most beautiful and perfect night of my life with tears that won’t stop.
I force a smile. “I think the two of you are crushing my pelvis. And I know for certain that we need a long shower,” I add, instead of asking the question that has my heart splitting in two.
You’re still leaving us, aren’t you?
****
Rustling leaves, wind, and water wake me before daylight. Rain is beating against the windows, and thunder rumbles in the skies. With West Texas desperate for rainfall, the sound of raindrops pelting the French doors and thrumming against the roof is beautiful music to my ears.
My body is pleasantly achy as I stretch my legs, my entire lower half stinging with a luscious soreness. Last night was my ultimate dream. It was beyond compare, wonderful, and all I could ever wish for, with one exception.
Jason is still leaving Springhill.
When I blink my eyes open, I realize that I’m in bed alone, even though the sun is a good hour from rising and the rain is perfectly relaxing for sleeping in. I suddenly remember having those same crazy dreams as I’d had once before—long blonde hair, white fingernails, hot red fire.
I shiver and push to my feet then reach for my dress and go into the adjoined bathroom where I run fingers through my mess of morning hair and rinse my mouth with mouthwash that I’ve found in a cabinet underneath one of two sinks.
I saunter out the door with no real idea why either of them would be up at such an early hour, but just as I reach the partially ajar door of the spare bedroom, I hear it. Moans and groans of passion, lust, and love. Jason is on his belly. Keith is grinding and pressing in and out of him, their fingers wound tightly together, their bodies moving and rocking and pulsing against each other in perfect, deep, beautiful thrusts. This is no spur-of-the-moment hot sex, no lewd lascivious fucking. This is outright seduction and lovemaking between two people who would die being apart. Two people that live and breathe one another. Two people having sex for the last time that love each other with every cell of their bodies.
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