by Box Set
There’s no way Jasper didn’t hear that.
I turn my head. He was turned away from us, but now he’s staring right at me. I see the glint of his eyes. He knows. He’s watching, not saying anything yet, but I don’t doubt this development is tying all sorts of knots in his insides.
I’m sorry, I mouth, uncertain whether he can lip read my words and knowing the apology won’t help right anything.
I told you, he mouths back.
I shake my head to deny it. This isn’t what he thinks, and I need him to realise that pronto. There’s only one possible move I can make to ensure this isn’t the end of the possibility of me and him.
Mikayla resists when I peel her grip away from my erection.
“Roll onto your side,” I whisper. She does reluctantly, until I snuggle up tight against her back. Seems she likes that. My cock certainly likes the pillow of her arse that it nestles against. I take hold of the hand she was using to stroke me and reach for Jas. Both mine and Mikayla’s hands land on him. Something dark immediately passes through his thoughts, I see it in his eyes, which close, then snap open wide.
“What are you doing?”
“What would you like us to do?” I ask in return, completely over-egging the us part.
What I’d like to do is pin him down and, as Mika put it, shag him until he’s bandy-legged, but there’s a step or two to go on this journey before there’s any likelihood of that happening. Mika’s here seeking an outlet for her frustrations as far as I can tell. It’s true that a good, hard shag can help put them into perspective, and none of us are in a relationship, so why not have fun together?
“Be honest about the fact you’d just like to shag each other, and I’m in the way,” he replies.
“Oh, no. Oh, Jasper, you really don’t have a fucking clue.”
“You’re not a spare part,” Mika tells him. “You’re an essential to the fun that’s about to happen.”
He’s climbed into bed wearing a T-shirt and some clingy-fit boxer briefs, so there’s no easy access to his skin, but somehow she manages it and gets her hand inside his clothing.
“I was going to go down on Lorne, but I think you’re way more deserving of attention.”
Total star of the year award moment.
“Hmpf! How’d you figure that? Did you already give him a blow-job?”
“I did not,” she responds, refusing to get prickled by his tone.
She’s straddled his lap and is running her hands all over his chest. “It’s okay if you’re a little scared about how this is going to work out. I’m a little nervous about it too.”
“You are?”
“A hundred percent. But I never let nerves get in the way of having a good time. Do you think we’re going to have a good time together, Jasper?”
He nods.
“I can be Lana for you, if you like?”
She’s a goddamned fucking saint.
“Why would you do that? You’ve been at pains to point out you’re not her since you turned up here.”
“Because what happens when the lights are out has nothing to do with everyday reality and if it makes you more comfortable…”
“I’d rather you were just you.”
She drops a kiss onto his forehead. “Ha—my favourite guy in the whole universe. I have a reward for you.” Her head dips, and she plants a kiss on his stomach just below his navel. Jasper groans despite himself. His gaze finds mine in the dark. Mikayla grasps both sides of his shorts and peels them down over his hips exposing his cock. He’s got a semi when her lips first brush against him. He’s sporting iron by the time she licks along his shaft.
He doesn’t vocalize his reaction, but a tremor rolls through his entire body and his eyes roll back into his head.
I don’t think we’re going to be hearing any more protests.
“Aw fuck!” he blurts. “Aw, hell baby, you suck cock even better than Lorne—” And he clams up.
I raise an eyebrow at her. Maybe she does, but I friggin’ well doubt it. Jas just hasn’t experienced all my tricks yet. But he’s gonna.
Chapter Twelve
Jasper Frost
Open your eyes, Jas,” Lorne insists. I hardly dare comply. If I keep them closed then I can convince myself I’m dreaming. This only makes sense if I’m dreaming. Mikayla isn’t interested in me, and there’s no way she’s agreed to a threesome with Lorne and me.
Someone strokes my cheek, and I crack one eyelid to find Lorne bent over me, his head level with mine, and his broad shoulders blotting out the view of the darkened room. That means the hand around my cock, and the hot mouth driving me demented genuinely does belong to Mikayla.
Holy crap. My mouth falls open in disbelief.
“Is this for real?”
The heat in my loins, the slow drag of her hand and the wet warmth of her mouth around my cock suggests so. As too does the rough scratch of Lorne’s stubble as he claims my mouth in a wet kiss.
He’s a sloppy kisser.
He slips me some tongue, and I get caught up in the bitter-smoky taste of him, so much so, that I don’t even notice when Mikayla starts touching him too. Maybe she always was. I do notice when he rears up so that he can peel the T-shirt off my back, in order to palm my chest and my flat penny-coloured nipples.
“Strip his pants from him,” Lorne orders.
Oh hell, yes!
Lorne leans himself over to one side so that Mikayla can do the honours. She only has them pulled down to just beneath the base of my cock at the moment, but she hooks her fingers around the upper band on both sides and drags them right down my legs and off over my feet. Then she makes a show of flinging them into the darkness.
I can’t see enough of either of them. We need some light. Nothing to break the mood, but I need to be seeing this in colour.
I stretch out and grab the battery-operated candle we used as a torch when we trekked back from the bathroom. It provides exactly the right amount of light, illuminating the bedside cabinet and the top end of the bed in a soft orange glow.
“What’s this I spy?” Mikayla’s discovered the ink I have at the top of one thigh. “A cross? An hourglass?” she guesses, tracing the outline.
“It’s a message in a bottle,” I tell her. “There’s something else on my butt.”
“I’d tell you to roll over, but I’m enjoying this view too much right now.”
Her hand slides up my thigh and returns to my cock, which is rock solid for her.
“Please tell me you have condoms—” she says to Lorne, “—because much as I like the taste of him, I want to go for a ride.”
He rolls over to snag his backpack, which is still sitting at the foot of the bed. He’s back in a matter of seconds, a whole strip of foils in his hand. I don’t think about why he brought along so many.
Lorne tears one off along the perforated strip and holds it out. Mikayla and I bump hands as we both reach out to claim it.
“You do the honours,” she says, backing down.
“You.” I lower my hand to Lorne’s thigh. “I like how you touch me.”
Her eyes fill with light, like I’m gazing at the heavens full of stars. She goes at the wrapper with her teeth, then rolls the sheath over me.
“Do you cats want some Slide ‘n’ Glide?” Lorne asks.
How is this real that I’m comfortable, gearing up to have sex with a woman I hardly know, while a man I know wants me is watching?
I guess the answer to that dilemma can wait until later.
“Listen to your body instead of your brain. What’s it telling you?” Lorne says.
Damn, I must have said that last bit out loud.
What it’s saying is “fuck yeah!” Although…Jeez, that’s a mighty bottle of lube! Okay, not going to dwell on it or why Lorne brought along a year’s supply of prophylactics. My arse clenches. It doesn’t need an analysis to know.
Would I really have let it go that far if Mikayla hadn’t cropped up? It did feel crazy good when h
e was brushing his fingertips along my crack.
“Anyone?”
“Do you need that stuff?” I ask her.
“Why don’t you check and see?”
We haven’t kissed yet, but I’m spearing two fingers inside her panties and down between her lips to caress her pussy. The voice of John Cleese is suddenly ringing in my ears, as the sex ed classroom scene from The Meaning of Life plays inside my head. I finger her clit, but at the same time, I reel her in towards me. “Hello,” I say when we’re nose to nose, peering into one another’s eyes. “I’m so very pleased to meet you.”
“A little to the left,” she guides me. “I’m crazy pleased to meet you too. Oh God, there…exactly there.”
Her eyes squeeze shut and she inhales sharply. She holds onto the breath so long, I’m borderline worried, then it puffs right out, and her mouth is on mine, and she’s devouring me.
Somehow I don’t think we’re going to need any lube. Not when her slickness is wetting up my fingers and making them glide over her nub. I slip a couple of digits into her heat and set to rubbing where she craves it with my thumb, and all the while we’re kissing like the universe is about to implode.
“You need to get undressed too,” Lorne commands. “Stop slacking Jas and get that vest off her.”
Before I even have the chance to respond, his hands are sliding under the hem of her top and roving all over her skin. Fuck, I’m loving the thrill of her kisses, but I want to watch as he undresses her. Her nipples are two, tight points that jut right out towards me. My cock kicks in approval, and I arch up off the bed to suck one then the other into my mouth.
“You’ve not quite cottoned on to the concept of sharing yet, have you?” Lorne drawls.
“You want some?” My voice is muffled due to my face being buried between her breasts.
“It’s all right, mate, gorge yourself, I can find myself another toy to play with. Mika’s eyes widen as he licks a trail right down her spine, then I’m the one squirming in surprise as his tongue laps along the length of my erection and he gets intimately acquainted with my balls.
“Lorne,” I hiss around a mouthful of nipple, my toes curling. It’s too much…“Torture.” Yet I miss the sensation the moment he stops. “Gonna come too soon if you do too much of that.”
He relinquishes with a last wistful lick. “Don’t want you disappointing the lady. Let’s get you two together.”
He doesn’t leave us to negotiate that. No, he blinkin’ well guides the head of my cock to her opening.
My skin’s on fire, and my muscles are cramped as her pussy walls cling to me. Need to hold it off. Can’t come…not frigging yet. I’ve embarrassed myself enough already tonight, getting all fanboy loopy over her turning up. Not going to blast off on the first thrust like a teenager too.
I grit everything I’ve got to get me through the first strokes.
She’s so beautiful, riding above me like a queen.
A whine leaves my throat. It’s piercing and ultra-needy, but I can’t concentrate on keeping it together and being silent.
“Someone’s on edge,” Lorne teases, his voice all warm and dark and right next to my ear again. He’s moved so that he’s lying alongside us, watching while his fist pumps away at his stiffy. He’s something to behold, all flexing muscle, tight abs, and intriguing ink.
“Fuck, I don’t know who to look at!” Mikayla moans helplessly. She leans down, squashing her breasts against my chest as she claims another kiss from me. “Move so that I can see you properly, Lorne.”
A warm chuckle rumbles through his chest, making the mattress vibrate. The springs are already creaking.
“To do that, I’d have to sit on the headboard.”
And to get in that position, he’d have to be straddling my head.
“I’ve a better plan.”
He’s on the move again, rolling off the far side of the bed. I’m beginning to think he doesn’t ever stay still for long. The roll of Mikayla’s hips slows as we both squint at him, trying to fathom what he’s doing over there in the darkness. It becomes apparent enough when he turns around. Brazen as you please, he rolls a condom on and slathers the outside of it with lube. Then he circles the bottom of the bed, and climbs back on behind Mikayla, where neither of us can see him.
“How’s that better? I can’t see you at all now,” Mikayla complains.
No, but she can feel him, apparently, given how her eyes go wide. What the fuck’s he doing? What’s he planning? I’m outright afraid to ask. Surely he can’t be thinking of anything as dirty as exploring her arse while I’m deep inside of her. That can’t be his plan, and yet it’d explain the condom. It’s clear from her expression of curiosity that Mikayla’s not got a clue either.
Lorne grabs hold of her hips. “Can you feel me, babes? Can you feel what I’ve got for you?”
“I feel it. I’m just not sure what you’re planning to do with it.”
“Making your pussy purr,” he says with nary a hint of humour. “But first, Jasper needs to learn to share.”
I’m not sure how he manages it, but one moment I’m inside of her, and the next I’m not. Instead, he’s pounding away between her legs, making her yelp with pleasure. I crunch upwards to latch on and suck her nipple again. I love the taste of her, the rose-petal softness of her skin. Prior to this moment, I don’t believe I ever imagined watching two people I fancy fuck one another could ever be a turn on, but seeing them writhe together sends bolt after bolt of fresh lust through me.
Before I know it, Lorne’s passing her back to me. She’s so wet and open it’s no effort at all to find my way inside. The moment I’m there, her pussy clenches tight around me, milking me of pleasure.
“You guys are so hot. You’re killing me.” The walls of her sheath keep on clenching, and I feel the trembling in her limbs as her climax starts to build.
“Are you going to come for me?”
She nods, making a croaking sound. “Almost there.”
“Let me help,” Lorne says.
Lorne’s fingers slide between her pussy lips, zeroing in on her plump little clit. He swipes my sliding cock with a few idle caresses too. There’s no way either of us can keep it together when he’s doing that. I pump hard on total autopilot as my back begins to arch. A howl escapes my throat, scraping my vocal chords raw. My balls are so full and heavy it hurts. Damn, that fucking hurts good.
Above me, Mikayla’s shaking and moaning. My breathing gets all ragged, and then I’m coming before I even realise it, my cock jerking, and her pussy clenching good and tight around me, until I can’t breathe, and all either of us can do is ride the pleasure that Lorne is definitely in charge of.
I’m fuzzy from head to toe, and boneless too, as I slide free of her sex. Even if I tried, I don’t think I could move. I’m not a hundred percent sure talking’s an option. Sparks ripple through my limbs, causing jerk-like involuntary motions. All isn’t over yet, though. While I’m wasted, Lorne’s still chasing a high. He’s inside Mikayla, ploughing her good, so that she’s clinging onto my biceps for support. Her mouth is wide open, and each time he fucks into her, another sharp puff of breath hits me in the face. I know women can do that multiple times inside a handful of minutes thing, but I’ve never seen it happen. Guess I’m about to witness it at close range.
“Aw, Lorne. I can’t…so good…so raw.”
Honestly, I don’t think she knows what she’s saying.
“You’re so fucking big. Do it. Do me. Fucking harder.”
If he picks the pace up any more this old bedframe’s likely to shake itself apart.
“Do you need Jasper to touch your clit?”
Her only answer is a strangled cry. I just about get my hand to where it’s apparently not needed before she splits apart a second time. She’s the hottest thing on the planet when she comes. Absolutely radiant. I always knew she was the girl of my dreams. I never thought for a second I’d get to do anything like this with her.
While I
don’t exactly see Lorne come, I know it happens from the sounds he makes. That guy doesn’t hold anything back.
Chapter Thirteen
Jasper Frost
We’re all three of us done in. After some minor clean-up, we snuggle up tight with Mikayla in the middle. She’s perfectly soft and warm and curvy. Her nicely firm arse fits perfectly against my tired loins. Her nose is pressed against Lorne’s upper chest. Within a minute or two, she’s deeply asleep. Not so, Lorne and I. What we all just did together has obliterated some obstacles, but there are several rivers still to cross. His eyes glint as we stare at one another in the darkness over the top of Mikayla’s long brown tresses.
Talking here? No. It’s just something I at least can’t contemplate. Not over her head, while she’s comatose from having come so hard.
When Lorne crunches into a sitting position, I do the same. He gets out of bed and patters across the room. When he exits, I hop out from under the duvet too, pausing only long enough to tuck Mikayla in, before following.
Lorne is standing in front of the fridge. The stark light from within it is illuminating his face and the rest of his buck naked body. On this occasion, I’m equally under dressed.
“Want some?” he asks, holding out a carton of apple and mango juice that he’s gulped a ton of.
I guess I’m slightly parched. I take a couple of swigs then pass the carton back. There’s probably only a dribble left in the bottom, but Lorne returns it to the fridge.
The room drops into darkness once the appliance door is closed. Lorne’s front is illuminated in cobalt-blue by the digital display on the dishwasher. His arse is red, courtesy of the cooker clock.
He turns around and faces me. “Did you want something else?”
I scratch my head. “What kind of something else?”
“I think you know.”
My body knows, it’s why I’m out here, showing everything off as if it’s normal to parade around in the altogether when you’re staying in a holiday home with two virtual strangers. My mind knows it too, but it’s still concocting reasons why listening to what my body wants is a bad idea. It’s not conscious, but my gaze strays back towards the bedroom.