Under My Skin (Skin Deep)

by Stone, J. M.

  They leaned over me, one on each side, both snugged right up against my hips. And from the feel of things, they were both wide awake now! I took a deep breath and it shuddered out of me as their gazes both traveled south, roaming over the length of me pressed between them.

  “So,” Brandon began. “This is how it’s supposed to be. You here, nice and soft and warm between us.” He leaned in and softly pressed his lips against mine, silently entreating me to open for him.

  My lips parted on a sigh when I felt a hand stroke up my thigh to rest lightly on my bare stomach where my shirt had ridden up. Brandon took advantage of the moment and slipped his tongue between my lips to dance with mine. The hand on my stomach slid higher, stopping at the underside of my breast, and I squirmed.

  I broke the kiss Brandon and I were sharing and turned my head to the other side, taking in the heat blazing in Jackson’s dark eyes. He leaned in and, not bothering to be gentle about it, nipped at my bottom lip before thrusting his tongue inside, kissing me deeply.

  I felt Brandon shift a bit before his hand was sliding up my thigh, caressing the other side of my body at the same time that Jackson’s hand began moving again. They slid their hands up and down my stomach and sides, lightly over my thighs and back up, neither venturing anywhere near the areas now aching to be touched.

  They were torturing me…doing nothing more than caressing my body and kissing me, and I felt like I was going insane.

  After a while, they’d kissed me goodbye before leaving, Brandon to head to the shop and Jackson to his house to oversee something the contractors were doing today. Neither of them mentioned getting together tonight, or staying again…frankly, I was completely confused at this whole relationship thing. It was not going anything like I imagined it would.

  When they said they wanted to try it, that they wanted me and basically wouldn’t give up until they got me, I figured I was about to get the smack down put on me. I was ready for the mind-blowing, toe curling, hair pulling, ass slapping, screaming out until I passed out moments that I thought for sure were headed my way. So what gives? I wanted to stomp my feet and scream in frustration, but managed to contain myself. Barely.

  I got home about six-thirty and, since I still hadn’t heard from Brandon and Jacks, I decided to soak in my tub. The whirlpool jets and detachable shower head were calling my name, if you know what I mean…wink wink!

  Twenty minutes later, I was very engrossed in my ‘relaxing’, not bothering to suppress the moans and gasps emanating from my lips.

  “Mmmm…yessss…” I hissed through my teeth, not caring that my voice echoed through the room.

  “Yeah, baby…keep going…oh, God,” a deep, male voice said breathlessly. “Do you want some help with that?”

  I shrieked, bolting upright in the tub and holding the shower head protectively in front of me, water spraying out all over the floor and Brandon, who just so happened to be standing in my bathroom. Where I was naked in the tub. And masturbating!!!

  All of a sudden the bathroom door crashed open and Jacks filled the doorway, his eyes wild, panting as he yelled, “What? What’s wrong? Allie!”

  I finally found my voice. And let it rip. “GET OUT! Oh, my God! Just go! What the hell are you doing here?” But my words echoed ineffectively through the room because they just stood there, both of their gazes locked on my wet, naked body. Did I mention I was NAKED?

  The irony of the situation hit me suddenly and I started laughing uncontrollably, even if a little bitterly, dropping the showerhead into the tub and reaching to shut the water and the jets off. Here I am, trying to finally get some relief from the sexual tension the two asses standing in front of me had ramped up, and I’m STILL not getting any relief BECAUSE OF THEM! Argh!

  But enough is enough! Their time of controlling the situation is done; I’m taking control now, and judging by the way their eyes are roving over my bare skin, it’s not going to be too hard to do.

  I stood up after pulling the plug on the tub, reaching out for the towel I’d left on the counter before stepping out. Brandon was so close that the tips of my breasts grazed his chest before he swallowed loudly and took a step back.

  Glancing over to the door where Jacks was still standing, frozen, I licked my lips as I started running the towel down the length of my body, deliberately turning slightly away from them as I bent at the waist to dry my legs. I heard twin gasps as my position afforded them a view of bare, tender pink folds peeking out from between my thighs and the soft globes of my ass cheeks, both begging for their touch.

  ‘In for a penny, in for a pound, right?’ I thought to myself as I dropped the towel, all pretense, and, still bent over, ran my hand up my leg until I touched that tender flesh, running my fingers lightly back and forth over my slit. I widened my stance and allowed the tip of my middle finger to slide between my nether lips, moaning softly as I encountered the wetness seeping from my flesh.

  I heard a harsh groan behind me, followed by a low growl, and then I was being lifted into the air against the hard wall of Brandon’s chest, my fingers slipping away from the apex of my thighs. My hand was instantly caught and my head spun when Jackson stepped forward and slid my finger deep into his mouth, sucking off my juices.

  I went limp against Brandon as he swung around and headed for my bedroom, Jacks following close behind. He’d lost his grip on my hand when Brandon had moved, but the heat in his eyes as they locked on mine over Brandon’s shoulder made me shiver in anticipation.

  Finally! Yes! This was happening…no way in hell were they stopping before we were all a breathless, tangled mess on my mattress, or so help me God, there would be fucking hell to pay.

  Brandon dumped me unceremoniously on my bed and I bounced once before I was surrounded by the unwavering heat of two pumped up, sexy, alpha-males, one on each side. I sat up, finding Jackson’s lips with mine and kissing him wildly as I blindly reached out to grab for Brandon’s shirt, desperately tugging at it, wanting it off and his bare skin against mine. He complied immediately and my hand was suddenly tracing the hard muscles of his chest. I moaned and broke the kiss with Jacks, tugging at his shirt with my free hand, wanting him bare to me as well.

  Panting, I moaned, “Clothes off, NOW!”

  Both of them sprang into action, jumping off the bed and shucking their jeans in an instant. I learned rather quickly that neither of them bothered with underwear apparently, so they were bared to my gaze, and sweet baby Jesus, what a sight! The Hallelujah chorus began blaring in my mind and my mouth watered.

  Blinking, I sucked in a breath, taking in the beauty of them. Both of them were very well endowed, Brandon just a tiny bit longer than Jacks, but Jackson’s girth more than made up for that. Both were also clean-shaven…score!

  “You sure about this, baby?” Jackson asked me, his voice ragged and low.

  “You stop and I’ll castrate you both. You both wanted this relationship and you have not held up your end. You’ve only tortured me,” I growled, narrowing my eyes at them.

  Jackson chuckled and held up his hands in surrender; Brandon shook his head and grinned at me. They were both so amenable to this now that I had to open my mouth and ask.

  “Why the hell haven’t you touched me, then? How the hell can you sleep next to me and not want to do more? You guys said you wanted me so bad, but…” I broke off, my voice cracking and surprising me. Damnit! I didn’t want to turn into an emotional wreck, begging for attention.

  Brandon’s grin slipped off his face immediately, and he was beside me in an instant, Jacks right behind him.

  “No, baby, no…” Brandon soothed. “We want you. So bad. Seriously bad, to the point that we were afraid we’d scare you off. And we wanted to be sure that this is what you really want, that we’re not forcing you into anything.”

  “Why didn’t you say anything, sweetheart?” Jackson asked. “The last thing we want is for you to pull away from us. And before you say a word, I know that’s what you were doing. You did
n’t call or text me today, and I’m pretty sure it’s a no for Brandon, as well.”

  I shook my head, done with the conversation. I wanted to get back to the good stuff, because I seriously was about to go postal if I didn’t get my rocks off! “Less talking, more touching,” I said, firmly.

  I didn’t give them a chance to say anything more, reaching out and encircling both of them with my fingers. I heard Brandon gasp and he jerked slightly in my grip. Jackson inhaled sharply before releasing his breath on a groan.

  Without stopping the smooth glide of my fingers up and down the smooth, hot, hard flesh jutting from each of their bodies, I slipped off the edge of the bed to my knees in front of them. I’d never dreamed of doing something like this in my life…well, okay, maybe dreamed about it, but never imagined that it would come to fruition. A headiness coursed through my veins, making me bold, and I felt sexier than I’d ever felt in my life as I leaned in and kissed the tip of each of them in turn.

  Twin moans sounded softly above my head and I smiled secretively to myself. Never stopping the motion of my fingers on Brandon’s shaft, I shifted slightly and closed my lips around Jackson’s taut, heated flesh. Sucking him deep in my mouth, I slid my hand down and cupped the heavy sac resting between his thighs, tugging gently as I flattened my tongue against him on the way up, swirling it against the head, flicking the small slit there.

  I moved my hand back up to his shaft, encircling it and resuming the smooth pumping motion I’d used before. I shifted to the other side and did the same for Brandon, smiling against his flesh as he growled at the feel of my mouth surrounding him. I switched back and forth between them for a while, reveling in the differences I noted; their distinctive, intoxicating scents, the taste of them, the slight difference in their sizes.

  Moaning deeply in my throat, I released them and stood, pressing myself between them, begging for their bodies to encompass me in their heat. I ran my hands through Brandon’s hair, tipping my face up and begging silently for his kiss. I expected hesitation on his part simply because of where my mouth had been, but there was none. He immediately took my lips in a deep kiss, thrusting his tongue between my lips when I gasped as Jackson’s hands came up and cupped my breasts from behind.

  I thrust my hips back, my ass rubbing against the velvet covered steel springing forth between Jackson’s thighs. His fingers pinched my nipples, tweaking them roughly, and I let loose a low growl, that edge of pain shifting me a little closer to going over the edge of wildness I was teetering on.

  I released Brandon’s lips from mine, nipping at his bottom lip, before turning in Jackson’s arms, jerking his head down to me, and thrusting my tongue into his mouth without preamble. He opened to me, kissing me back just as ferociously as I was kissing him. I reached behind me and pulled Brandon into my back, nestling the hardness of him between my thighs until I felt the tip of him slide through the wetness gathered there.

  Oh, holy fuck! The feel of them both wrapped around me was like nirvana…my own personal slice of heaven. I wanted to be possessed completely by them, to ride this out until I exploded into a million little pieces that would probably never fit back together the same way again. I already knew I was hanging by a thread and falling fast; I had been for months. But now there was nothing holding me back.

  Pulling away from them, panting, I moved toward the bed, pushing Brandon ahead of me until he fell onto it, sliding to the middle and then reclining against the headboard. I climbed on the bed, following him until I was on all fours between his thighs. I wiggled my ass at Jackson, asking wordlessly for him to come behind me. He came to the bed but stopped suddenly, turning and grabbing his jeans off the floor, removing a strip of foil-wrapped squares from the back pocket. He ripped one off the strip and had it open and on before I could blink.

  Without warning, I felt him, thick and heavy, probing into the drenched flesh between my thighs. He hesitated as if he was unsure. I thrust my hips back, his fullness stretching me, stinging a bit as I bore down, not stopping until he was buried deep.

  “Oh, fucking hell,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

  I wiggled against him a bit before turning my attention to the man sitting so patiently in front of me. His eyes had darkened, the gorgeous color of them turning stormy. His lips were parted, his breathing heavy as I took him in my hand and brought him to my lips. I moaned as I closed my mouth around him because Jackson had chosen that moment to start moving, sliding in and out of me with fluid movements, filling me so deeply on every thrust that if felt like he was hitting things inside that had never been touched before.

  I lost myself to the moment, floating away on the feel of Jackson hard between my thighs, of Brandon hard between my lips, the salty-sweet tang of him on my tongue, the bite of Jackson’s teeth on that tender spot where my neck and shoulder meet, Brandon’s hands fisting in my hair.

  The crescendo built and built, winding its way through the symphony of passion coursing through every fiber of my being, until all at once it let loose, crashing over me, sucking me down just as surely as I swallowed down every drop of Brandon’s release, licking my lips and releasing him as a scream tore from my throat. I came and came as Brandon growled and Jackson lost his smooth rhythm, pounded himself mercilessly into me, my inner muscles milking him as he spurted and shook, gasping, the heat of his release burning me even through the thin latex sheathing him.

  When the tremors finally ceased, he carefully slid himself out of me and left to dispose of the condom. Brandon reached down and pulled me up over him. He cupped my cheek and, looking into my eyes, lowered his lips to mine, kissing me softly. I sighed and melted into him, loving the tenderness with which he held me.

  I felt the bed depress behind me and shifted to look at Jackson as he laid down. I smiled at him and met his lips, kissing him sweetly before sliding down in the bed to lay flat on my back between them. They both moved to lay on their sides, propping their heads up on their fists to look down at me.

  I grinned, unable to hold it in anymore. “So, was it good for you?” I asked, knowing the answer but still wanting the affirmation.

  Jackson rolled his eyes and Brandon let out a laugh.

  “Who’s hungry?” Brandon asked as he lightly slapped my thigh, rolled off the bed, and strode out of the room, completely uncaring of his nudity.

  Jackson and I looked at each other and laughed before getting up to follow him. Of course, I stopped to grab my robe first, and Jackson grabbed his jeans, sliding them on. When we got to the kitchen, Brandon was standing in front of the open fridge, rummaging around.

  Hearing us walk in, he turned and scowled at me. “You have no food in here, woman!” he growled.

  I shook my head at him, laughing. “Yes, I know. I need to go to the store. Why don’t you go get some clothes on and we’ll go grab something to eat? Griff’s sound good?”

  Jackson and Brandon both nodded and took off to get clothes. I followed behind a little slower, finding that I was actually a little tender in places that hadn’t been worked that well in a long time.

  We all piled into Jackson’s car and headed downtown to Griff‘s. We sat, ate, and talked for a while before going back to my house to go to bed. It was getting late and I needed to be at the store early in the morning because I had a lady bringing me some stuff to look at.

  By unspoken agreement, we stayed at my house, tumbling naked into my bed to sleep, our limbs all tangled together.

  In the morning, before my alarm had even had a chance to go off, I was woken by Jackson’s mouth on my nipple, suckling and nipping, and then jerked even more awake when Brandon’s mouth opened over my wet heat, his tongue spearing through the soft folds, flicking over my clit rapidly before laving me from top to bottom. I writhed between them, moaning and gasping, drowning in pleasure. I stiffened, my back arching as Brandon’s tongue thrust inside me, fucking me as deeply as his tongue would reach. Between that and Jackson’s mouth on my breasts, his hands squeezing and knea
ding them as he sucked and licked and bit, I was fast approaching the edge.

  Brandon’s tongue moved back to flick over my clit again and he thrust two fingers into me, curling them up to hit that elusive spot that only I’d been able to find in the past. No one else had ever made me as wild, had known how to bring me to that peak so fast, so completely. He stroked in again, his tongue moving faster, and when Jackson latched onto my nipple again, that was it. I was flying, leaping off that edge into the abyss of seemingly never-ending ecstasy.

  Breathless, I lay there, my body thrumming and clenching with aftershocks, unable to move. I heard rustling movements and, unable to do more than open my eyes to see what it was, I did, gasping at what I saw. Brandon and Jackson were both on their knees beside me, each of them fisting their rods, their eyes locked on my naked body sprawled out before them.

  I felt my body shift into overdrive, my inner muscles clenching again at the sight of their hands moving on themselves, jerking faster and faster, each of them panting as they reached for completion.

  I moaned, long and drawn out, and whispered, “Yes, oh God, please…come for me. Come on me…Jacks…Brandon…mmmmm…”

  At once, they both exploded, my words taking them over the top, their groans and growls mingling with my gasps as Brandon spilled himself across my stomach, Jackson across my breasts. When the last drops of their release was wrung from them, they collapsed beside me, each taking my lips in turn, kissing me gently.

  Chapter 4

  Halfway through eating my lunch at the counter in my store a couple days later, I heard my phone chime in my purse. I grabbed it to see who had texted and had to laugh out loud.

  Allison Anne McCormick, you are a horrible best friend! Pick up your phone and call a bitch, bitch!

  I hadn’t talked to Emma in a few days, which, now that I think about it, is pretty unusual. But then again, I’d been a little preoccupied. And I was loving it!