CRAVE: A Small Town Menage Romance (Reckless Falls Book 4)

by Vivian Lux

  Bee let out a small squeak as he brushed his lips across the pulse that beat at her throat. She sucked in a shaky breath, looking first at Jackson.

  And then she looked at me.

  And then Jackson looked at me.

  And then I knew...

  They were both waiting for me to tell them what happened next.

  Slowly I rose from my perch against the table. I was harder than I'd ever been before, my cock straining against the fabric of my pants, but I didn't care that they could clearly see how aroused I was.

  Bee's parted lips, and Jackson's trembling hands told me they were feeling the same way I was.

  I lifted my chin, sweeping my eyes over Bee. "You're wearing too many clothes," I told her, loving the way her eyes went wide and hooded at the same time. I turned to Jackson. "Take off her shirt."

  Without any hesitation, he yanked her shirt over her head, and slid his hands down her naked skin with a groan. "Fuck," was all he said.

  I sucked air in between my teeth when I saw her for the first time. The soft curve of her freckled shoulder. Her pretty white tummy with the most adorable navel I'd ever seen. And... my eyes swept back up again. "Let me see those tits now," I ordered Jackson.

  The speed and skill at which he unhooked her bra would have made me burst out in laughter at any other time. Now I was only impatient.

  When that lacy fabric fell away, and her full, ripe breasts spilled into view, Jackson and I both made the same sound.

  Her breasts were perfect. Full and heavy, topped with peachy nipples just perfect for sucking.

  Which was a damn good idea, come to think of it. "Suck on them now," I told Jackson. "Gentle. Just get her used to it. Get her liking it."

  Jackson bent his lips to her breasts, and I almost didn't know which one of us had it better. Him touching his lips to those gorgeous mounds, or me who was treated to the sight of her bliss. "Move your lips down," I ordered, my hands shaking. "Lower. Down, kiss her tummy. Kiss that sweet little bellybutton." I paused to let the pulse racing in my ears slow back down enough so that I could hear when I said, "Now. Go lower."

  Jackson growled, hoisting Bee up onto the table. He hooked his fingers into her waistband and yanked her pants down unceremoniously.

  I was watching him, so I didn't realize it at first, but all the while he was undressing her, her eyes were fixed on me. Those big brown eyes were glued to my face. Even as Jackson started kissing up the inside of her thighs. I could see every little thing that he was doing to her, and the whole time her eyes were fixed on me, and it was better than anything I'd ever fantasized. The way her chest flushed, the way her lips parted, the way her eyes widened and then squeezed shut as his tongue found its mark? Watching her fall to pieces, all while I was directing what it was that made her shatter?

  This was unlike anything I had ever even dreamed was possible.

  Bee's breath caught her in her throat. Her full lips fell open, and suddenly I couldn't stand it anymore. I moved to her and my lips came crashing down on hers, and suddenly she was screaming against my mouth as Jackson's tongue pushed her over the edge.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  Jackson

  I have never asked for permission for anything in my life.

  I wasn't getting permission from Finn. Hell no. When it came to Bee, I sure as hell didn't need him to tell me what to do next.

  No. I was giving him permission.

  All the secret things that he'd kept bottled up inside of himself, the stuff he would never allow himself to do to Bee?

  Well fuck, I'd do all of them and more, he just needed to tell me what he wanted. I was giving him permission to act out his fantasies without really doing them in real life.

  That was what I told myself, anyway.

  But the strange thing was, hearing him tell me what to do to this trembling, insanely sexy, insanely innocent girl, drowned out some of the noise in my own head. The clamor — of all of the million voices demanding that I do things perfectly — was silenced when all I had to do with Bee was what Finn wanted me to do.

  In a way, it was like our business partnership all over again. He took the lead in making it happen, and I made it genius.

  Maybe it was the wine that had me devouring her pussy while Finn played with her tits. Maybe it was the strangeness of the situation that made it okay that Finn was kissing her as I licked and sucked her clit. Maybe it was all of the stress of dealing with all the restaurant bullshit, but somehow this was all okay. More than okay. We needed this.

  Relief.

  Release.

  Fuck, we'd already agreed we were never going to compete for a girl. Wasn't fucking her at the same time just a logical extension of that agreement?

  Yeah, that made perfect fucking sense. At least in the moment, anyway.

  And besides. We always were better as a team.

  "Put your finger inside of her." Finn's voice came from above. Fucker was getting really bossy now.

  But I did agree that it was a really good idea.

  I drew my finger down that slick wet heat, and slipped inside. She was so fucking wet, it was almost like she was waiting for me. She hissed between her teeth, still kissing Finn as I began to move, hooking my finger to catch that place inside her pussy that make her toes curl.

  She was so hot. She was so sweet. She was so fucking tight. I'd been wanting to do this from the moment I first saw her back by the dumpster. I'd wanted to press her up against the brick wall of the restaurant and plunge my fingers inside of her. I'd wanted to impale her with my cock, pinning her up against the wall and fucking her until her screamed my name. I'd been wondering what her pussy tasted like since the moment she offered me her honey buns with her eyes half-lidded. She'd peered at me through her lashes and flirted in that charmingly unskilled way of hers. All clumsy innuendo and double entendre as we danced around the endgame we both knew we were careening towards.

  My face between her legs, my tongue on her clit and my finger thrusting inside of her.

  She tasted better than I'd hoped. Better than I'd dreamed. She was sweet, but not too sweet.

  Just like I liked it.

  I buried my face in between her legs, filling my lungs with the scent of her even as her taste filled my mouth. She was alternating between these low moans and sharp little yapping shrieks and the fact that she was so wildly uninhibited had me ready to push her even farther,

  "Another one now," Finn urged from above me. Like he read my fucking mind.

  His voice was tight and strained. I did what he said, because I wanted to do it anyway, and Bee rewarded us both with a wild animal groan unlike anything I thought she was capable of.

  Hot damn, this little baker-girl wasn't so sweet and innocent after all.

  I moved my tongue faster now, in rhythm with my fingers.

  "Do you want to come, Bee?" Finn growled from above me.

  "Yes," she gasped, and my cock twitched in my pants as I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers.

  "I want you to hold out a little longer," Finn said. I pulled my head back to watch how he had her pinned, his forehead pressed to hers. I moved my thumb over her clit and felt the answering clutch of her pussy and groaned out loud.

  "Try not to come as Jackson's fingers fuck you," Finn commanded. "Can you do it?"

  I moved my fingers faster and she arched upward. "No..." Bee groaned.

  "Would you try?" Finn asked. His words were gentle and cajoling but his voice was pure steel. "For me?"

  "For us," I corrected.

  "Fuck her with your tongue," he replied.

  I nodded and moved my head downward, slipping my tongue into that sweet heat, as I brushed my thumb against her clit. "Tease her," Finn urged me. "Make her beg."

  She groaned as I brushed my finger across her slickness, and the way she arched her hips had me like diamond in my pants.

  She was dripping wet and needy, so ready her pussy was swollen. "Oh please," she gasped.

  "Please what?"
asked Finn.

  "Please, let me come!" she begged.

  I paused for a moment and looked up at her face. Then I glanced over at my best friend and saw something I'd never seen before in his eyes. A danger, lurking there underneath that put-together façade.

  I couldn't help but smile when I saw it. Seems like I'd been underestimating the guy all these years. "What do you think?" I asked him.

  He nodded at me. "Make her come."

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Bee

  I always thought that I knew what an orgasm felt like.

  After all, I'd been married Zach for six whole years. Every Friday night, he'd come home from drinking with his buddies and flop on top of me. And I'd feel a nice little flush, and certain pleasure that came from being close to the man I thought I loved and who I erroneously assumed loved me.

  And then he'd be pumping away up there, asking if I'd come yet with gritted teeth and unfocused eyes. He was waiting for his turn, like a gentleman, so I always told him yes, and I thought I was telling the truth.

  All at once, I realized I'd been lying the whole time.

  My breath caught in the back of my throat in an involuntary hitching gulp and I suddenly felt myself propelled upward as something like fireworks exploded inside of my body. My eyes flew open and I opened my mouth in a soundless scream as one explosion after another sizzled up my spine. I felt my eyes widening in shock as I realized what was happening. My first orgasm, ever, but in the next second I didn't care about anything anymore. There were no more thoughts left in my brain to even consider what I was experiencing.

  There was no more wondering about what the hell I was doing here with these two men as they went about playing some sort of dangerous game.

  There was no more wondering why I was so eager and ready to join in.

  Because when the white-hot heat scorched through me, I could only let my head fall back and give myself over to the sensation, the crackling of lightning that burned through my skull.

  "Oh my God," I gasped, babbling like a fool. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God." I was certain I'd never be able to say anything else, ever again. Even as Finn's arms caught me close, Jackson was still working me over, sending my pulse into overdrive. I arched so high off the table that I slipped downward, impaling myself on Jackson's fingers which sent another shock wave through my body, the tsunami of sensation washing over me and still I babbled, "oh my God, oh my God, oh my God."

  "Fuck," Finn said, rather eloquently.

  Jackson stood up slowly. "You should taste this," he told Finn. My face reddened when I saw the state of his darkly shadowed jaw, stubble shining slick with my juices.

  Finn wavered in place, then looked down at me, then back up at Jackson. I couldn't guess what he was thinking from the inscrutable expression on his face, but clearly Jackson could. The corners of his glistening mouth curved upward in a smile. "Not like I have cooties dude," he said.

  "Fuck it," Finn said, dropping to his knees in front of me.

  I hissed to feel his mouth on me so soon after Jackson's. I felt swollen, tender. My nerves still jangled. Jackson cupped my face, tilting my head up so that my eyes met his. "My sweet girl," Jackson said in that rumbling, teasing voice. "Maybe you're not too sweet for me after all..."

  I opened my mouth to answer smartly back, but my breath was stolen by whatever it was that Finn was doing down there. I hissed again and looked down see his blond head between my legs, eyes closed as if in bliss.

  All at once I remembered all the times that Zach had gone down on me.

  Twice. In six years of marriage.

  He told me he didn't like it.

  But these two guys? Not only did they seem to like it, they seemed to absolutely fucking worship it. There was no other word for what Finn was doing to me other than devouring me, licking, lapping, sucking, and kissing me as if I was some sort of delicious meal laid out in front of him. As the heat began to build at the base of my spine, I looked up to see that Jackson was watching this time, his arm moving strangely. I looked again to see that he was touching himself, stroking over the crisp white pants of his uniform.

  And something inside of me, it broke wide open to see the naked desire on his face as he watched Finn pleasure me. It was so fucking sexy to see it that my senses overloaded, and suddenly I was coming again, different from before, this one harsh and hot and tearing through me like wildfire, burning me from the inside out until I was certain I was nothing more than a pile of ashes.

  "Were you done?" Finn said, standing up, wiping his mouth and turning to Jackson.

  "Not even by half," Jackson growled.

  Finn nodded, his lips curling into a dangerous smile. He turned and looked me in the eye. "Bee," he said. "Jackson's going to fuck you now. Okay?"

  I licked my lips looking between the two of them. How was this happening?

  I opened my mouth to ask that very question, but the word that came out instead was, "Yes."

  Jackson moved around me with alarming speed, already unbuttoning his shirt. I sat up straighter as he dropped it unceremoniously to the floor and yanked his undershirt over his head.

  "Holy shit," I squeaked.

  He paused and grinned up at me. "Glad you're happy," he said, with a devilish arch to his eyebrow.

  Happy wasn't the word. Absolutely gobsmacked would be the closest word I'd use to describe the complete awe that washed over me when I saw his naked torso for the first time. His dark skin was perfectly smooth, stretched over well-defined muscles that seemed to dance under his skin. There was a pool of dark hair between his pecs and his nipples were tiny and dark and made me think of chocolate kisses and suddenly I was licking my lips without realizing.

  Jackson slid his pants down over his narrow hips and my eyes bulged when his cock sprang free. It was long and thick, with a wide head the same shade of deep purple as an eggplant.

  And he'd served me eggplant just a few minutes ago. Apparently, between the chocolate kisses and the eggplant I was really hungry. Hungry for him. The thought made me giggle, and when he heard me, he raised a dark eyebrow. "You'd better not be laughing at it, sweetheart," he said in a low voice.

  "I'm not," I started to say, but my words were stolen away in a gasp as he pressed up against my entrance, sliding against my slick lips to brush against my clit.

  The feel of him, hard yet silky against me, slippery with the slickness of me wanting him, made me go boneless. My head fell back as he teased my entrance, kissing my neck with rough, sucking kisses until I could do nothing more than moan. "I'll teach you to take this seriously," he murmured against my neck, his lips brushing my skin deliciously. "This is serious fucking business, Bee."

  "Shit," I gasped, as the thick, wide head of his cock slid inside of me, no more than an inch. I felt my whole body tense as if my pussy was trying to draw him up inside me.

  Above my head, Jackson glanced at Finn, pausing halfway inside of me. I twisted my head to see what had caught his attention, and when I saw Finn's expression, my stomach dropped. His eyes were wide, his jaw muscle strained and clenched. He nodded, looking down to where Jackson's cock was half inside me.

  "Yes," he said. "Fuck her."

  Jackson plunged inside of me. In one smooth, deep thrust, he had me impaled, filling me up and stretching me like I'd never been stretched before. "Oh my God," I gasped, my head falling back again. Finn caught me, cradling my head in his hands and kissing me in time with Jackson's thrust. "Holy shit, girl," he gasped and his voice was a ragged, desperate thing. "Holy shit."

  "I want..." I gasped, as Jackson's thrusts wrenched little yelps of ecstasy from my lips. "Ah! Ah! I want!"

  "Yes!" Finn breathed, his lips murmuring against mine. "Whatever you want, I'll give it. Whatever you need, you have it. I swear to fucking Christ, Bee, you're killing me here."

  "I want..." I gasped. "I want you. Too."

  Finn caught his breath in a long, slippery inhale.

  Jackson pulled back, pumping in sho
rt, shallow strokes as Finn laid me down flat on my back on the table. I could see Jackson watching, his eyes so dark they were nearly black, as Finn slid down his pants. When his cock bobbed free, I licked my lips. I couldn't help myself. It was thick and curved, the head rosy pink, and wide. And then I saw it. "Pierced?" I gasped.

  "Pierced?" Jackson echoed, sounding amused.

  Finn shrugged. "I like the way it feels," he growled, as he slid that rosy pink head between my lips. "Oh fuck, but I like the way this feels way more."

  When I laved my tongue over Finn's cock, Jackson groaned, and all at once his rhythm changed. He growled and began to fuck me hard, in long, slow, deep strokes. He lifted my knees up over his shoulders to drive himself deeper inside of me in hard, punishing thrusts.

  I was yelping and moaning, sounds I'd never heard coming out of my mouth before were now the only sounds I seemed to be capable of making. It was all so completely new, so completely overwhelming that before I even started to suck Finn's cock, I was overcome.

  I pulled my head back, and screamed out a rough, ragged scream that I only just learned I was capable of making. As I screamed, Finn seized hold of me, cradling my head and shoulders and pushing me down on Jackson's cock, so that each thrust was harder and harder, splitting me open in the best way possible until my cries died away in an incoherent babble.

  "Turn her around," Finn commanded. It was amazing how he seemed to know exactly what I wanted.

  Jackson pulled out, spinning me around so that I was on my stomach. "Let me see that pussy," he growled, grabbing me and lifting me by the hips until I was up on my knees. The cool air hit my swollen pussy, making me feel wildly exposed, but when he slid his tongue into my aching slit, I lost all inhibition.

  After the deep thrusts of his cock, the shallow lapping of his tongue felt almost inadequate. But when he began to move it, swirling around my swollen entrance before sliding across my clit, I started going crazy.

  I rocked back and forth on my hands and knees like a wild thing. "Dear God, man," Finn rumbled. "Have mercy on the poor girl and fuck her. She needs it. Look at her. She's trying to fuck herself on your tongue right now." Finn slid his hand down my cheeks, cupping my chin with his fingers and tilting it upward, watching me.