Did meltdowns mean she should be doing this for him? Maybe yanking down the underpants he wasn’t wearing, sucking on parts of him until he couldn’t control his body anymore? That sounded great, really great, only he still had her kind of pinned somehow and her ankles were suddenly tangled in panties and God, God.
She tried to make a sound but everything in her had lodged itself in her throat. He was just too fast, that was the thing. Too wily. One second he had his mouth on her breasts. The next he was between her legs. She couldn’t keep up and wasn’t sure if she wanted to, because he ate pussy just the way she remembered and, oh Lord, it was blissful.
Like forgetting, she thought, which seemed like a weird thing to consider until the edges of her body grew fuzzy with the heat he was stoking at her core. Any second and she was just going to burn away, and that felt good, much too good.
He pressed her thigh back against the cool tile, but it barely made a dent in the fire that was blooming in the swell of her clit. It almost felt like pain with his mouth on her like that and his tongue real firm against her aching bud, but she could take it. She could. She could take anything he had to give.
Including his lust-sparked eyes suddenly on her, and the naked want he left behind between her legs. He ran a proprietary hand over her sex as he looked up at her, and that was almost as knee-trembling as his tongue on her clit. Almost, but not quite.
Whereas his hand suddenly sliding down, then two fingers inside her—rough and steady—yeah…that was as good. He knew just where to stroke, and how firmly to do it, and when the sensation forced her inner muscles to clench hard around the invasion, the answering wave of pleasure shocked her.
“You wanna come, baby?” he asked, and it was the first time she suspected he didn’t know something about her, sexually. She was going to come any second now. Just like that—so quick and brutal.
It made her want to hold her breath. Keep any evidence of the rising swell of pleasure in so he couldn’t get away with teasing her before she got there. It was obvious that he was going to and she just couldn’t take it, couldn’t have it, she needed the release of it so badly and oh then she could see it in his expression.
He knew it. It was okay. He was going to give it, she could tell. He kept right on rocking the curl of his fingers over that little bundle of nerves inside her, and when she finally dared to let a great rush of breath out, he said such good good words.
“That’s it, baby,” he said. “Come on, come on. Let it go.”
Oh Lord, how she wanted to let it go. She could feel it drawing up tight, teetering on the brink, any second now, any second—
There was a sound from the bedroom, and she looked in its direction. Knew immediately that she shouldn’t have fucking looked. Just knew, the way animals know something blindly in their own dumb way, but afterwards are still surprised to find they’ve run into a glass door.
God, she wished she knew what the glass door was. Jealousy? Insecurity? Those two things seemed the most obvious, but then if that was the case why did he stand up, and pick her up all wet with her legs tangled around his body, and say let’s go in there, with him?
Those weren’t the words you used if you were jealous or insecure or feeling weird about threesomes. You don’t say to someone, so casually—why didn’t you go at her? She’s just about crazy for it now, aren’t you, baby?
Because those were the words he used in Blake’s direction and it stung in a way she did understand. Completely. She’d read it wrong, that sting said. He wasn’t jealous or uncomfortable or insecure. He wanted her to be with Blake. Maybe he even knew how much she cared for him and wished it wasn’t so. Wished that he’d saved Kelsey so he could have her instead of someone he was only trying to force himself to love or want.
Then it struck, even harder than his words. That was why the dead girl had upset him so much. Because the girl had been pretty and blonde and the opposite of her. Something about her face, still innocent and not damaged the way she was.
It made her swallow too hard and throw herself into kissing Blake because if she stopped moving for even a second she was going to start crying. Actually crying over something so stupid! As though he didn’t love her enough—he loved her enough, didn’t he? When Blake spread her back on the bed she could see him over his shoulder, gazing at her with those eyes so full of everything.
She couldn’t even make out what he was really feeling, because nothing stayed still for a minute in them. Everything looked all mixed up and dark and…soulful. Yeah, that was it. His eyes were soulful.
As though she represented, in some small way, all the things he could now never have. Like the pretty blonde girl with the innocent face.
She kissed Blake hard, hard. Hard enough that he said ow, Jesus June—though she could see it on his face that it had excited him. Her hands on him, rolling up the t-shirt he’d put on for some unaccountable reason, her heels digging into the clean set of sweatpants he’d also donned, pushing and pushing until they were halfway down his legs.
Yeah, that excited him too. He fumbled out a are you guys sure I didn’t interrupt something, but she could tell he didn’t want to hold back. He didn’t look at Jamie as he said it and she wondered how he could be such a fool. Did he really think she and Jamie had anything special?
Stupid, she thought, then found herself flinching when Jamie said—
“Get on him, baby.”
It still ran through her hotly, of course. There would never not be something deeply and primally compelling about Jamie being the one who told her what to do, Jamie orchestrating things, Jamie’s voice so cut up with lust and other complicated things, and yet part of her suspected an awful reason for him suggesting it.
If she got on top of Blake, she’d have her back to Jamie. It was clear before she even obeyed him. And worse than that, she didn’t want to do anything but obey. She could feel that pulsing heat between her legs again, driving her onwards. He’d spent all day working her up into a frenzy, for Christ’s sake. She couldn’t do anything else.
And especially not when Blake mouthed are you sure? Just before she sank all the way down onto his thick, hard cock.
It was the two things, she felt. Him saying something so sweet and considerate, then the feel of him, like putting something cool against a burn. He was solid inside her, good and grounding, and though she couldn’t stop herself shaking and knew she looked wild, it helped. His expression helped—so openly desirous and pleasure-shocked.
And the sound he made, too. Like the words are you sure had melted and he’d decided to push them out in their new form. Squished and lacking air—a total mess.
It made her slicken further around the push of him and the urge to grind down hard grew strong. Irresistible, in fact. She moved a little without even meaning to, and the answering slap of pleasure struck hard.
“You know what you look like, June?” Blake said, and there was something about his tone, so light-hearted that it made her grateful. “Like a guy who’s trying to stop embarrassing himself. Like a guy who knows he’s going to come and is trying to hold off.”
She was glad of the laugh. It burst out of her, good and strong—and maybe she could have carried on like that and been grateful to Blake for turning things that way, if he hadn’t then fixed his eyes—suddenly sharp and electric—on Jamie, over her shoulder.
And said—
“Come on and kiss her. Kiss the back of her neck.”
Just like that. So kind of casual-like. Only she could hear that Jamie had moved far off because it took him a while to come back—and that gave a different tenor to Blake’s request.
For one, it didn’t let it be just a request. It sounded more like an order. It sounded the way Jamie had just been, only a few moments earlier. The orchestrator. The person in weird control of everything. For another, it meant that he’d been leaving.
But he kissed her just the same, all right. The mattress dipped, when he moved onto the bed. His hand slid beneath the h
eavy weight of her hair and lifted it, so he could put his mouth to that thrillingly sensitive place.
And it was, it really was. It felt as though he’d jabbed her with a pin, there. She jumped when he kissed and almost fell over Blake, but Blake had his hands firmly on her hips and there was nowhere to go. His cock was like an anchor inside her, and when he held fast to her like that it rubbed her nice and hard against that good place.
She gave a little shout. Couldn’t help it. Jamie was right up against her back, now, and his mouth was hot and wet and hungry just like it had been in the shower, and even sweeter than that, she could feel his stiff cock pressing into the curve of her ass.
It took her a long, agonizing moment to fully process that he was rutting against her. Really rutting—not like in the storeroom, when he’d been behind her. This was hot and heavy and she could feel him leaving trails of slickness on her skin.
She couldn’t stop herself urging back against it. And when she did, Blake’s cock slid back and forth inside her, back and forth. Not like fucking at all—more like just pushing against each other. Like animals, rubbing their bodies over something rough.
Blake’s eyes had narrowed down to slits. She thought of what he’d said—about how she looked like someone trying to hold off—and saw the exact same thing in him. Only this was…it was more like he wanted to keep himself on some edge. More like he’d decided to immerse himself in the pleasure, and draw it out, and it took her a moment to realize why it seemed that way.
Because he was rolling his hips. Just rolling them. No jerking thrusts, no pounding up into her. Slow sweet rolls that lulled her into a false sense of security, then suddenly, suddenly—
“Oh God, I’m coming. Oh God, no no. Ohhhhh I’m coming.”
It seemed like something that needed announcing. It was too big, too much, and she just had to escape she had to. She had to dig her hands into Blake’s fingers and ride out each swell of pleasure, even though each one threatened to never end. Each one made her bite down hard on nothing and squirm in their two grips and miss things, vital things.
Like Blake saying fuck her, now.
Of course, once she was lax and dazed and leaning back into Jamie—strung so tight behind her, so tight—she knew what he meant. He didn’t mean—I’m going to come in her pussy now, then you get to have a turn. He meant the other thing, the thing she’d thought about while pretending that she wasn’t really thinking about it. Or the thing she’d thought about while touching herself because really, it was the hottest thing she could imagine them doing together.
And it definitely washed away all those tangled thoughts she’d been having earlier. Nobody could have tangled thoughts when Jamie made a little frustrated sound and Blake snapped, sudden and sure—
“Use the stuff on the dresser. Come on. She wants it.”
She tried to think what he meant by stuff then went red all over. Of course she’d understood immediately what Blake meant but even so. Baby oil made it real. As did Jamie saying, do you? Don’t…you don’t have to.
She thought about the size of him. Christ he felt immense in the other place, never mind her ass. And Blake seemed so swollen and thick inside her, as though any second he was going to burst and really Jamie had better hurry up and do it before that happened.
Because she could see in Blake’s face—it was important somehow, that they shared her like this. She thought about how Jamie had been the one up until now who’d pushed and suggested and said come on, buddy. And it was as though Blake was saying…she didn’t know.
Like he was saying come on, buddy.
It wasn’t even like a share thing, either, she didn’t think. There was no sense of herself as a thing they were portioning out between them, no leftover unease or weirdness. It just felt like something possibly glowing and good between all three of them, something they could all be a part of with no trouble at all.
Listen to him, she thought at Jamie, and his hand was suddenly on her shoulder again. Strong and firm and good, as though maybe he’d heard what Blake was saying, and understood. She hoped he understood.
The slickness she felt him striping down her back…that suggested he maybe understood. He just ran it all the way down her back to the curve of her ass, everything all slippery and tugging at her still swollen clit, the hot bloom of her sex.
She clenched around Blake without meaning to and heard him gasp gutturally. It made her want to look at him and see his expression—probably tense and bright with pleasure—but somehow her eyes had screwed themselves tightly shut and didn’t want to open.
She could feel Jamie’s breath on the nape of her neck, hot and shaky. It excited her even more than his fingers sliding between the cheeks of her ass—maybe because he was out of control. She could tell he was. His touch was almost rough and too eager, pressing against that tightly clenched hole before she was ready for it.
Though most of her suspected she’d never be completely ready for it. She wanted to tell him—no one’s ever had me there before—but that sounded stupid and gauche and it didn’t contain all the things she actually felt. How hot her body burned for it, for him to fuck her there hard and not care. If she said it, he might not do it. He might get a hold of his control and shut right down, then watch as Blake fucked her until he came.
And that…no. Not right now. She wanted him to have her, and tried to push back against him to tell him as much.
It was still a shock when he slid one finger inside. She found herself suddenly falling forward right on top of Blake, but that was okay because Blake put a hand in her hair and said you okay? It’s okay.
She tried to answer that she was, but couldn’t. Mainly because Jamie was groaning and groaning even though she knew he hardly ever made noise when it came to sex, and it was plunging her deep into a great pool of arousal. Her sex pulsed hotly, over and over, and the feeling only intensified when he slid his finger back and forth inside that tight channel.
But it didn’t stop there. Her mind wouldn’t let it. Her mind wanted to send her images and ideas that her body couldn’t cope with, like—maybe he can feel Blake, through the thin barrier of me. Maybe he’s kind of stroking him, and that’s why Blake has his eyes shut tight with his teeth in his lip like this and, God, God I’m sweating. I’m shaking.
She thought of the Jamie she’d experienced before, when they’d last had sex—but couldn’t see that Jamie here. That Jamie would have stroked a hand down her back and steadied her, calmed her, but this Jamie was quiet except for the groans, and maybe too far gone.
He pushed against the resistance to get a second finger inside her, and she couldn’t even complain about it. It felt as good as much as it burned, and she found herself begging for his cock before she could get a hold of herself. She said words that made her hot with shame, like fill and my and ass, then dirtier, filthier. Words that sounded sticky on her tongue—come in me, come in me, God, come all over my body.
But they cut some things loose inside her, and they cut some things loose in them, too. Two sets of hands tightened on various parts of her body, then she felt him pressing there, massive and hot and not like a finger at all. God no, nothing like a finger.
He was going to hurt her—there was no way he couldn’t—and for a moment, real fear spiked in her blood. Just before he got her by the hips and slid all the way in to the hilt, smooth as silk and twice as easy.
He didn’t even have to say anything. No relax, baby, or anything like it. Her body just relaxed all on its own, and took him in as though it had been craving this all along—this feeling of almost choking fullness, this pleasure with the barest hint of pain just at its edges.
She laid against Blake, trembling. Couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t even try looking at Jamie. The good glowing thing between them was there, but it was purely in the tension between bodies, the sense of them all being one push and slide of flesh, and oh, it was sweet. She could feel every pulse in her body right between her legs, expanding and expanding. He
r clit felt huge and swollen, her pussy and her ass so small. So driven down to nothing.
It was unbelievable. Beyond that, past that. Her fingers twisted in the covers either side of Blake’s shoulders, but she couldn’t make a sound.
Jamie made the sounds, instead. It was almost like a sob, when it came out of him—so much so that she could hardly believe he was the one making it. Then even stranger, it was Blake who asked the questions. Blake who talked on and on, the way Jamie so often did.
“Is it good?” Blake said. “Is she tight?”
How could he not know? He hardly had any leeway to move at all, and when Jamie rocked just ever so slightly—as though he couldn’t do anything but—they all gasped together. God yeah, it was tight. And hot and slick and shot through with these little pulses of tense pleasure.
“Yeah,” Blake said. “Yeah, go on.”
And she knew he’d done so because he could feel Jamie, through her. Could feel something other than her rubbing against his already filled to bursting cock, until his body went rigid and he panted out his moans, and she knew he was going to come.
It made her want to urge herself against both of them—as far as she was able to—in order to make it happen. Though after a moment of this agonizing rocking and pushing and feeling Jamie’s cock slide and slide into that tight ring of muscle she realized it wasn’t Blake she was trying to push into orgasm. It wasn’t even for herself—though that was definitely coming too.
No, she wanted Jamie to get at it. She wanted to feel Jamie swell inside her, and flood her with his cum, and maybe in the middle of it say all those things he usually did. Maybe if she got him there, he’d tell her it’s okay baby, that’s it or oh you’re so good, so hot and wet.
Just something, something.
Only the thought of it…the thought of him saying things to her and holding her in just that way, then losing it…it pushed her too close to the edge. She ground herself against Blake’s suddenly jumping cock and that was all it took, just the barest hint of his slick stomach against her clit and something rubbing fierce and hard inside her, and she was the one doing it.
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