He moved his hand away from Jordan to find her hair. “Kiss her,” he heard. It was barely audible, barely a whisper. He thought it was in his own mind for a split second, until Jordan peered up over her shoulder. “Kiss her,” he said again, and rested his lips against her skin.
“What?” Vince’s mind went empty. He wanted to kiss her, but not while Jordan was in the bed with them. “Why?”
“I want to watch.” His voice was steady but detached. “I’ve never done it. I’m scared to try.”
“Just put your lips on hers.” He said it a little louder than he meant to. Arianna shifted between them. Her hip lay against Jordan’s stomach, and her hand across Vince’s chest. Vince moved his hand to hers before he could stop himself. He wanted to touch her. Jordan took her other hand. Neither man looked away from the other.
“Show me how.” Jordan’s whisper was a plea. “Please.”
Vince still had his hand tangled in her hair. It reassured him, like a security blanket. He bent forward, slowly, and kissed her forehead. He closed his eyes and felt her warmth against his lips. He moved down her perfect little button nose to her full lips. How could he tell the younger man that he was in uncharted territory as well? Kissing was not something he did a whole lot of. It was not a high priority. But he wanted to kiss Arianna, until they were both senseless.
He pressed gently against her skin, and she exhaled slightly. Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled. It emboldened him, as it had before. He leaned into her and his lips parted. He licked her gently, and she gasped. His stomach muscles tightened. The pressure increased, parting her lips. A guarded moan escaped them. He held her hand tighter. His heart beat faster. And she opened her mouth.
His tongue plunged inside, needing to explore her. Her tongue responded, moving in harmony with his. Her reaction to him made him feel things he’d never felt before. He wanted to please her, to hear her moans and sighs. His other hand moved from her hair to her neck.
Arianna tensed up, and gasped. Both of her hands clenched around the hands she held. Arianna’s pure responses to him had erased the thoughts of Jordan, but as soon as her body stiffened he knew why. She subconsciously counted the hands on her, and there was one too many.
“It’s okay.” Jordan’s voice was different again. It was dripping with that elusive emotion; the one that filled Vince’s eyes when he looked at her. Desire. “I asked him to do it.”
“What?” she began, and tried to move away from them. But she thought of how she went to sleep last night, between them. She wanted to be there; she felt safe and secure and cared for and… And what? Love, she told herself. She felt love, for both of them.
One was quirky and the other was confident. One was intelligent, and the other was athletic. One was weak and the other was strong. And she wanted both of them equally. She wanted them, both of them.
She turned toward Jordan, and his eyes were lit up like Vince’s did when she crooked her finger at him. He was supposed to be the good one. He was supposed to be the one to say no, so that she would not be tempted. He saw the confusion in her eyes, and smiled reassuringly. “I want this.” She shivered.
Argento watched the two of them. How the hell did he get so damn lucky? Arianna was incredible, beautiful, wonderful; his soul mate. Jordan was his perfect type, down to his strong chin and jaw. He wanted them both physically, but he wanted Arianna on a different level. He thought Jordan would never share her, and he certainly didn’t think he would want to. And here he was, watching their unspoken communication. Jordan was the one encouraging it. He felt like he never thought he would. He felt a pure bliss cover his mind and his body.
“Kiss her,” he whispered.
“What?” It was Jordan’s turn to be confused. He didn’t think he could do it. Everything inside him fought against it. After what happened to him in jail, he never thought he would open himself up to anyone sexually. He was too broken. He was comfortable behind his computers, uncaring and unfeeling. Until she looked into his eyes, and he could see she found him attractive. Him. Tall, gangly, uncoordinated, ugly Jordan Stewart. His untouchable neighbor saw something in him, and she wanted it. And he liked being wanted. But kiss her… He stopped thinking as he gazed into her eyes; because the desire was still there. Although she’d shown an obvious sexual attraction to Argento, she fought it for him; because she wanted Jordan. And he wanted…
He bent forward, just as Argento had, and lightly brushed his lips against her forehead, down her nose, and to her lips. And then his tongue went out, and lightning struck his body. All his muscles tensed up, he thought he couldn’t breathe, and he was hard. Her hand held both of them tightly, and she moaned as her lips parted for Jordan.
Vince moved toward her hair, and inhaled deeply. Then his lips were on her ear. She gasped, and her mouth opened. She sucked Jordan’s tongue in roughly. It was his turn to moan. Vince nibbled, and his fingertips explored, over the hollow of her neck and down her chest to her cleavage. No one had ever touched her like that. Her whole body tingled, but mostly her breasts. It overwhelmed her. She moaned again.
Jordan pulled away quickly, trying to catch his breath. He panted for a moment, then he quit breathing again as Vince’s hand moved down her stomach to the bottom of her t-shirt. Jordan’s lips were replaced by Vince’s. Jordan watched for a moment, then mirrored what Argento did.
Two hands were on her stomach now, and her insides burst with butterflies. Vince wasn’t hesitant. He licked and sucked and battled with her tongue. A noise that was not a moan, but something deeper and darker and richer flowed from her. Vince pulled at her shirt, and bared her stomach. Jordan’s hand trembled as he touched her flat, taunt, muscled abdomen. He gazed at her tan skin, her defined abs, and her diamond belly ring. He tugged at it gently, and she gasped loudly. His fingertips circled her belly button, then moved up over ribs.
Vince had bared her breasts, and both of her dusky pink nipples were hard and aching. Vince’s fingers pinched one lightly and twisted. Ari arched her back and pushed them toward his hand. But Jordan wanted to taste it. Gently his lips moved over it, and Ari jumped away from Vince’s mouth and cried out.
“I’m sorry,” Jordan said quickly and tried to pull away. But Vince’s hand moved toward his hair, and held him there. He should have pulled away. He should have been afraid. But he wasn’t. His lips lingered on Ari’s nipple as Vince’s fingers twined into his hair.
“Use your tongue,” Vince murmured. “Like this.” He stuck out his tongue and licked her other nipple.
Ari cried out again. She sounded in pain. “Oh, God,” she screamed. Vince circled the nipple, and she whimpered. Jordan did the same thing, and she screamed. She clutched both their hands, and Jordan’s erection flinched. He wanted her hand around it. He wanted her to touch it, and rub it, like he did to himself. He was human, after all. He wondered if Vince felt the same thing.
Until the larger man shoved himself against Ari, and pushed her hip against his penis. And then he knew that Vince felt the same thing. And then he wondered what Ari felt.
“Do you like it,” he asked softly. Her face was the portrait of pleasure. Her eyelids were heavy, her mouth opened, and her tongue rested on her upper lip. She nodded. His hips flinched, and rubbed himself against her again. He groaned.
Vince removed her shirt, and his hand strayed back to her stomach as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Ari began to mumble then, how it felt so good. Jordan’s hand boldly moved to the waistband of her sweatpants. He wondered if she wanted to be touched there as much as he did.
“Can I?” Jordan pleaded. He wasn’t as shy now. He knew that she felt good, and wasn’t afraid or ashamed. She really wanted both of them. He smiled at her and kissed her as she nodded. Vince jerked at one side of her pants, and Jordan the other.
She whimpered into his mouth. He couldn’t control himself. He moved her hand to his manhood and rubbed himself against it. It was so much better than doing it himself, even if it was through his jeans.
Vince let go of Ari’s hand, and sat up on his knees. It was his turn to watch as he yanked off her pants and threw them onto the floor. Her hand moved immediately to Jordan’s hair. Her other hand was against his crotch. Vince became almost unbearably hard as Jordan moved against her.
She gazed up at him with eyes so full of delight that he wanted to bury himself into her immediately. But he didn’t. He wanted to give her even more pleasure. He wanted her begging and pleading for it. His tongue found her belly ring, and her back and hips came off the bed. Her bare, hot core pressed against his chest. His eyes were fixated on her hand against Jordan. He removed his own shirt and pants, leaving on only his boxers. His own hand moved to touch himself and he felt a little cheated. He wanted her to touch him.
But he also wanted to taste her, and he licked and sucked downward. When he found her wetness he heard her muffled cries. She shook with ecstasy. Jordan wanted to know what Vince did to cause her so much pleasure, and when he looked down Ari’s nude body he thought he might have an orgasm. He grinded against her hand; he wanted it against his skin.
Then his eyes locked with Vince’s. His tongue was against her, intimately, and his hand was on his crotch. He had removed his shirt and pants. He scanned Vince’s body; he was built like an Olympian, like a Greek god. He felt shy again. How could he compare to that.
“Take off your clothes,” Vince ordered. He could see that Jordan was aching to be touched, but he was still afraid. Jordan hesitated. He had to release her hand, and it went directly to Vince’s hair. It lit a fire inside him. He slurped as he tried to inhale her juices. Jordan froze for a moment and watched as she convulsed under his mouth. He didn’t know how long it lasted, but she didn’t stop until Vince did.
“Oh, God,” she panted. “I… you… God…” Her words were unintelligible. He grinned from ear to ear as he gazed at her.
But then he noticed Jordan was still dressed. “Why are your clothes still on?”
He started this, Jordan remembered. He wanted this. He begged for this. He closed his eyes, frowned, and dropped his pants. Then he removed his shirt. Two pairs of eyes were on his body, judging him. He was thin, and had surprisingly more muscle tone than Arianna expected. He looked like a teenager more than Arianna did. But his penis, that was huge; long and skinny like the rest of him. He made Vince feel inferior, but only for a second. Vince stood and dropped his boxers. He was not much shorter than Jordan, but thicker. He wanted Jordan to look at it. He wanted… Stop, he told himself. Jordan wasn’t ready for that. He needed to go slowly.
Arianna’s face was blood red as she looked from one male to the other; but she did look. They were total opposites in everything, and she liked it. Vince was so dark, with dark hairs on his chest forming a line toward his pubic area. Jordan was pale and hairless, even there. Vince crawled in beside her, and Jordan followed. She was nude, between two nude men. Would she finally have sex? With whom? Both of them? At the same time? Which one would be first? Which one would take her virginity? She was afraid for only a moment, until two tongues were on her nipples again, and she returned to heaven.
Vince took her hand and placed it on his shaft. It was so thick and hard, yet soft and flexible. Vince watched Jordan. He shied away again. But Vince wouldn’t allow it. He popped her nipple out of his mouth and said. “Now Jordan, sweetheart.”
She took it and held it tight. He thought he might faint. He became harder, longer, and he had no blood left in his brain. He sucked her nipple in, and then bit it. She winced, but she didn’t say stop.
Vince took Jordan’s hand. It was no longer weird. He led it down her ribcage, over her stomach, to the place where Vince had given her so much pleasure earlier. Vince found the same spot his tongue had, and massaged it. Her moans came in long quick bursts. Jordan could only feel what Vince was doing, and he used his fingertips to explore around the area. She was so sensitive she cried out.
“What’s wrong, Ari,” he wondered as he gazed at her.
She didn’t know. She’d never been here before. All she could do was hope that Vince knew. She shook her head, and her confused eyes begged him for something. He almost forgot how good her hand felt on him as he tasted her moans.
“Put your finger inside her, Jordan.” Vince’s voice vibrated with his own enjoyment. He looked into her eyes and asked, “Are you ready?”
She nodded ever so slightly, and both of them were inside her. Jordan’s mouth returned to her breast, and Vince kissed her again. Jordan discovered her, but Vince devoured her. Vince’s finger kept a steady rhythm, and soon her hips moved along with it. It caused his finger to go all the way in, and he shook when he felt a resistance inside her. He wanted to take her virginity. He hadn’t realized how much until just then. And he didn’t care how Jordan reacted. He wanted her.
“I want you,” he stated as he lost himself in her eyes. “Baby I want you so much. Can I?” She looked to Jordan. “Don’t look at him, princess, please. Look at me.” She held tighter to both of them, and it hurt a little but it felt so good. Suddenly she moved up and down on him in the same rhythm as his finger and his tongue, and both men moaned loudly. “God I wanna fuck you so bad,” he insisted as he took her mouth again.
He tried to get between her legs, but he felt her muscles clench up, so tight, and he thrust against her hand. He felt her release as she moaned into him. He had to get inside her. Then Jordan cried out as he reached his orgasm as well. He couldn’t stop himself. He came against her stomach, just as Jordan did.
He didn’t release her mouth, he continued to kiss her. He didn’t want to let her go, ever. His finger and his tongue remained inside her. He felt Jordan move off the bed and go toward the bathroom. If he hadn’t just came he would have mounted her and fucked her wildly until he passed out.
“Damn,” he said aloud as he released her mouth, but his finger remained inside her; as if he had claimed her. “You make me feel things I’ve never felt before.” He shuddered as he snuggled into her body and buried his face in her hair. “I’m in love with you, Arianna.”
He said it loud enough for Jordan to hear as he carried a warm washcloth toward the bed. He cleaned himself up in the bathroom, but he’d left a mess all over Ari. And he returned to find her cradled in Vince’s big body. He wiped off her stomach, and she grinned at him. “Thank you,” she said gently.
He climbed back into the bed, completely naked still, and faced Arianna. Vince’s eyes were closed, but hers were not. She seemed happy, truly happy, for the first time since he’d known her. How could he deny that happiness? He pulled the blankets up over the three of them, and grabbed Ari’s hand in his. He kissed it gently, then placed it against his cheek.
“I’m in love with you too,” he whispered. She reached forward and kissed him gently.
They were all three tired and spent, and that’s how they fell asleep. Vince held on to Arianna as if he was afraid she would disappear, and Arianna’s forehead rested on Jordan’s.
Chapter Twelve
Arianna woke up and stretched blissfully. She remembered what happened last night happily. Her first sexual experience was with the two men she loved and trusted. She had her first orgasm. She had her first oral sex, thanks to Vince. And she saw and touched her first penis, and second.
She faced the morning with bright eyes and an even brighter smile. Until she realized she was in bed alone. She fell asleep with two men, couldn’t one of them have woke up with her?
She huffed then, a loud exhale that got Jordan’s attention. “Good morning,” he said lightly. She rolled over to face him, on the other bed. His computer equipment surrounded him, and he was immersed.
“Good morning,” she sighed and threw her hands over face. How could such a blissful moment turn so bad so quickly? She sat up slowly, and threw the blanket off her. With three people in a queen sized bed she had no idea how the blanket stayed on her. Or maybe one of her guys covered her up when they left her alone. Her guys, she thought again. It almost m
ade her smile.
The door flew open, and Vince entered carrying two bags and a drink holder. When he saw she was awake he deposited them quickly on the table and jumped into the bed beside her. “Good morning, princess,” he said as he tackled her and pulled her against him. “I was hoping I’d make it back before you woke up.”
His eye was no longer swollen shut, but still black and blue. It didn’t seem his nose was broken, thankfully. And the cut on his lip was healing. Although she knew why he fought the evening before, that didn’t mean that she approved. They didn’t need any more attention drawn to them.
He kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, and the tip of her nose before he found her lips. And those he kissed thoroughly. Her lips parted of their own accord, and he growled as her tongue licked his and tried to part them. His hands went to her still bare breasts, and he rolled her nipples between his fingertips. She whimpered loudly, and his tongue thrust into her mouth.
He felt an irresistible desire for her, and he didn’t care if Jordan was in the room. He could have already woke her up and been in bed with her, but he chose not to. He missed his chance. Vince sure as hell wasn’t missing his. She giggled as he pulled away to kiss her neck, and down farther to her nipple. He sucked it in greedily, and continued to pinch the other.
He would have been completely thrilled if she hadn’t reached out her hand and whispered, “Jordan.” But she did. He was disappointed, but he refused to let it show.
He reluctantly joined them in the bed. He really wasn’t sure if he wanted to do that again, so soon. He didn’t feel like he competed with Vince last night, it wasn’t that. But he felt inferior. Besides the fact that Vince looked like a movie star, he knew exactly what he was doing. Jordan could just follow along. When Ari reached out to him, though, he couldn’t deny her.
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