by Juniper Bell
Rob ducked his head and shrugged.
“It’s okay. You don’t need to be anything other than what you are. Something I’d forgotten until just now. Rob? My pants.” He put all the quiet command he possessed into that order. They’d drawn him here; now they’d get what they desired.
Rob came forward. Breathing fast, he knelt before Jack and drew his jeans to his ankles. He kept his head bowed, as if waiting for the next command. Jack stepped out of them. His boxers were tented by a surging erection that suddenly became the tense focus of the entire room.
“So you have us figured out now?” Luc’s lip curled. “What about me?”
“At home you’re a man. But at heart you’re still a boy. You’re a good kid, Luc. But you don’t want to be in charge. You don’t know what to do with a woman like Clare.”
Luc raised one shoulder, then let it fall, apparently unable to argue the truth of Jack’s statement.
“And you do?” Clare whispered, her eyes the deep gray of the Atlantic before a storm.
“That’s what you’re hoping, isn’t it?”
No argument from the three beautiful creatures arrayed before him. Jack rocked back on his heels. He felt suddenly superhuman, and thickly, intensely aroused. These three had called to him—begged for him to fuck them. They’d raised themselves like three mice in a box. They’d gotten themselves to Earlton, they were on their way to being successful adults. They’d done well, but they needed him now. They needed a firm hand.
“Luc, my boxers,” he ordered. For one moment, Luc looked as though he wanted to argue. But he didn’t. Instead he knelt next to Rob and pulled down Jack’s shorts. His massive erection burst out. He’d been in enough locker rooms and satisfied enough women to be completely confident in his cock. But Luc and Rob’s reactions still pleased him.
“You like my cock?”
Rob cleared his throat. “Yes. It’s, uh…”
“Impressive,” said Luc flippantly. “If we had a cock-off, you’d win, hands down. Or should I say, pants down.”
The two guys got to their feet and backed away, so Jack and his huge boner faced Clare. She dropped onto the red futon as if her knees had given out. “Clare?”
Clare’s lids were lowered, the blood coming and going in her face. “What?” she asked faintly.
Jack gripped the thick girth of his hard-on in his fist. It reared ferociously, like a race car that had been kept in the garage too long. “Tell me you like my cock. Say the word.” He wanted to see that erotically off-kilter mouth say a dirty word.
“Cock.” She lifted her eyes to his, her face red. “Cock, cock, cock. Happy now?”
He smiled tightly, straining from the effort of keeping himself under control. “Getting there. If you don’t like my ways, I’ll leave right now. Anyone?”
Clare swallowed hard but said nothing. Neither did Luc or Rob. The silence pulsed with electric energy.
Jack nodded. “Good. Ground rules. You guys do everything together, right? Suck each other’s cocks? Take it up the ass?” On purpose, he used blunt language.
“Yeah, we do all that. We do everything.” Rob spoke in that deep, rough-edged voice that seemed to rise straight from a dark swamp.
“And anything.” Luc winked. “Just try us.”
“Oh, I will. I just want to know what the boundaries are.”
“No boundaries,” said Rob.
“But if someone doesn’t like something, they have to say so,” added Clare.
“Good.” He stroked his cock, feeling the urgent need rampage through it.
“Now then. Rob, I need to see Clare. Unbutton her blouse for me.”
Clare’s eyes went so wide the whites gleamed. Rob, after a quick, silent check-in with her, reached one big hand to her chest and began unbuttoning her blouse. One by one, he undid the buttons, revealing her tender skin and an ivory silk bra, elegant in its simplicity. Rob brushed his finger across her left nipple. Jack saw it rise.
Clare’s eyes closed halfway, so only a dreamy slit of gray shone through. Her lips parted.
“Luc, help him. I want to see every bit of her.”
Luc walked to her other side and pushed down the delicate cups of her bra, exposing one luminous breast, then the other. He placed her arm over his shoulder; Rob did the same. She leaned her head back, arms embracing her two partners, her torso presented to Jack’s hot gaze. Her breasts were so tender, the nipples so dark and stiff.
“Get rid of the bra,” Jack rasped.
Luc danced his thumb across one of her nipples while Rob unfastened the front clasp of her bra. Clare’s quick pants filled the room. Her nipples hardened to ruby points under the combined attentions of three men.
Jack’s attention was only visual, but he knew it was the most powerful of all.
Luc and Rob pulled the blouse completely away from her white stomach. They tenderly fondled her nipples, stroking her skin. Jack loved watching their hands on her, both so different from each other. Rob’s hand was huge and forceful. When he pinched her nipple between his fingers, it looked like a tiny bead in the grip of a giant. Luc’s hands were fast and nimble. They seemed to be everywhere at once, skimming the side of her breast, prancing across her nipple.
Clare sighed and squirmed. She parted her legs. No underwear. Good god. Between her thighs, a sweet shadow beckoned to him. He strode forward and sank to his knees. Pushed up her skirt. Gripped her thighs and spread them apart. Heard her moan. Smelled the intoxicating scent of her sex.
On either side of him sprawled long male legs. Not what he was used to seeing during sex, but that didn’t matter.
“You adore her, don’t you?” asked Luc. “The way we do.”
In answer, Jack buried his face between her legs. So fresh, so silky. He lapped the soft folds, running his tongue along layers of flesh until he found the hard kernel that made her jump. Her legs tried to come together around his head, but he kept them firmly apart.
“Luc, Rob.” He lifted his head to issue the order. “Keep her legs apart.”
He felt the protest shiver down the long tendons on the insides of her legs. But this was what they wanted. This was why they’d invited him.
“And I mean far apart.”
The two guys moved her legs even farther apart. A sense of utter power came over him—he felt ten feet tall. He ran his hands up and down her inner thighs. Delicate ripples shivered up and down her white skin. With his thumb, he explored her sex, watching for her trembles, her jerks, listening for her groans. Moisture followed in the path of his thumb. He lapped it up with his tongue. Her legs shook, her hips struggled to meet his mouth. The scent of hot woman went straight to his head.
He took her clit between his teeth and tugged. A strangled cry rose from over his head. He wanted her crazy, on the edge.
“That’s right, scream it out,” he said through a mouthful of pussy. When he had her right on the edge, he rose to his feet to tower over the trio. Clare looked wild, her face bright pink, her chest rising and falling. “Let me see her.”
Right away they lifted their hands away from her breasts. Clare lay spread out beneath him like a wanton dessert of some kind—an X-rated éclair split open and presented to him on a platter.
“I need a mouth on my cock or I’m going to explode.”
Rob and Luc exchanged a long look. Jack put his hands on his hips so his shaft stood out from his body, thick and demanding.
“Luc,” said Clare in a strangled whisper. “You do it. I want to see. Can I…” She shot a shy look under her lashes at Jack. “Can I touch myself while he does it?”
“Yes. But don’t come.”
“I won’t.” A shiver passed through her. She was eating this up, he knew.
Luc bent his golden head to Jack’s cock and licked the thickened tip. Jack groaned hard and fisted his hands on his hips. This guy was used to sucking cock. In his rough-and-tumble growing-up years, Jack had received more than his share of blowjobs from men. For some reason, males were
drawn to him. He’d been a sexual beast all his life, and had never minded what gender body was on the other end of the mouth.
But this kid…he was a natural. He sucked hard, drawing as much length as he could into his mouth. Jack looked down, loving how Luc had to open wide around his dick, how his cock filled Luc’s smart-alecky mouth, how his face went red from his efforts.
The muscular pressure of those deep, long suckings would have been enough to send him over the edge. But on top of that, there was Clare, her hand snaking down to her wet pussy. Her creaminess glistened against her little hand.
“Rob, tend to her nipples. And you can go ahead and get yourself hard.”
“Can I help him?” Clare asked. “I want to.”
God, the power. It was insanely arousing.
“Sure. But only with your hand. I don’t want my view blocked. Rob, keep pinching her nipples. Do not stop until I say so. I want them harder than they’ve ever been. Use your teeth if you need to. I want those nipples so aroused she wants to scream. Got it?”
“Yes sir.” Rob hurried to follow his directions. He’d pegged the big guy correctly, Jack saw with satisfaction. His body size was misleading. Really he longed to be told what to do. Rob quickly undressed and offered his cock to Clare, who immediately began stroking it lightly. She turned halfway onto her side, one hand buried between her legs, the other clamped around Rob’s cock.
Rob knelt next to her, his strong thighs flexing apart to lower himself so Clare could easily reach his cock.
“That’s good, Clare, really good. Now, Rob, hands on her breasts. Now.”
His voice acted as a whiplash. Rob’s big hands grabbed her breasts, cupped them, squeezed them together until Clare cried out.
“You okay, Clare?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “More.”
Just as he’d suspected. They’d never been hard enough on her. They’d never pushed her to her limit. Of course not—that’s why they needed him.
“Keep going, Rob. But first, lick her nipples really well, get them nice and slippery.”
The wrestler did as directed, slavering over her nipples until they gleamed. Clare panted. Her hand worked between her legs.
“Don’t come,” he reminded her.
She shook her head in a frantic motion.
“Now suck, Rob, harder than you’ve ever sucked. Use your teeth. Scrape them lightly, then suck again. That’s good, really good.”
He knew it was good because Clare’s entire body was shaking. Luc was getting turned-on too. One of his hands sneaked to his pants as he continued sliding his entire head up and down Jack’s cock. God, it was so good, so insanely good.
The beast inside him woke up and shook itself off. Ah, it was good to be alive. Good to be an animal. Good to get your cock sucked dry by a hot, willing mouth while you watched an erotic spectacle right before your eyes.
Jack’s eyes half closed, and he nearly surrendered to the mammoth orgasm building at the base of his spine. No, no, not yet. He clamped his hands to Luc’s head and pushed him away. A hot, quick orgasm would be nice, but he’d rather draw this out.
“That’s enough, Luc. You did very well.” His voice was shaking. His cock swung wet and heavy between his legs. Luc’s mouth worked as if he missed the feel of Jack’s shaft.
“If you want a cock to suck, you can switch to Rob’s,” said Jack. “Come here, Rob.” Cautiously, Rob stepped forward. His body was one compact mass of rippling muscle. His cock, already hard, stood up in its nest of black hair. He had no other hair on his body—he must shave it for wrestling. Jack took his thick, stubby member gently into his hand and rubbed his thumb across the tip, pleased to feel moisture spring up. Rob’s mouth tightened but other than that he showed no reaction.
“I think there’s something you’ve been wanting that you haven’t gotten yet.”
“What do you mean?” The wrestler refused to meet his eyes.
“Fucking isn’t enough, is it? Sucking cock isn’t enough. Maybe I can…” He tightened his grip on Rob’s erection. “Spank it out of you.”
As he’d suspected, Rob’s cock jumped.
“I’ll put you over my knee and give it to you good and hard.”
Rob groaned and beads of sweat sprang to his forehead.
“Just my hand at first, but in case you wondered…” Another squeeze. “I have a very strong hand.”
Rob’s dazed eyes nearly rolled back in his head. Jack released him and spun him toward Luc, who eagerly took him into his mouth.
Jack headed for the futon. “I’m ready for Clare now.”
And Clare was ready for him. Her entire body quivered and bucked. She’d taken her hand away from her pussy and latched it to the futon—as if that was the only way she could keep herself from coming. Her legs kept coming together in a compulsive motion.
“Let me see those nipples.”
She arched her chest, displaying herself.
Jack swept his hand over Clare’s chest, barely brushing the very tips of her nipples. Even that ultralight touch made her cry out. He blew against each nipple in turn. She turned her head into the futon and whimpered. Her rib cage arched and strained against the red fabric. He wanted her so much, every which way. Should he plunge into her mouth, come against the back of her throat? Should he put her on hands and knees and take her from behind? So many possibilities.
“I’d like to tie you up to that bar over there,” he growled. The boys had installed a steel bar for pull-ups in the doorway leading to a bedroom. “Will you let me?”
She nodded, her eyes pleading with him, a deep sigh racking her body. He filled one hand with a breast, cupping its tender weight. With his index finger, he reached up to flick the nipple, which stiffened even further.
“Sensitive nipples,” he murmured in her ear. “I suggest we try some clamps while we have you tied to the bar.”
She shifted against his arm, and he knew it wasn’t from fear, but from arousal.
“We’ll try all sorts of things, my pet. I wish you were my pet, so you could sit in my lap at all times and pleasure me. And I’d keep my hands close to this at all times.”
He gripped her pussy hard. She cried out. Wet heat scalded his hand.
“Suck me off, just for a second,” he breathed. “I want to feel your mouth on me.”
She opened eagerly. He knelt on the futon, caging her shoulders between his thighs, and slid his cock between her lips. Soft, so soft and clinging after the hard sucks Luc was giving him. His eyes closed in pleasure. Vaguely, he was aware of someone stretching his balls and squeezing his ass. The guys, no doubt, since Clare’s hands were trapped under him. He indulged himself in a few long moments of bliss in her mouth. But he clamped down hard on the orgasm threatening to explode. More than anything, he wanted to finish what he’d started earlier.
“Clare.” Her eyes flicked up to meet his. Her pupils were so dilated her eyes looked nearly black. Her pink lips embraced his cock, her cheeks hollowed. If heaven could be achieved on earth, this was it. “Clare, my sweet. Have you ever wanted two men sucking your nipples while the third licked your pussy?”
Her eyes widened as she nodded. He felt the motion all the way down to the root of his cock.
“I’ll just bet you have. Okay.” He pulled himself from her mouth with a wet pop. She gasped, breathing fast. Her lips looked swollen, and color came and went in her cheeks. “Luc, Rob, let’s finish her off the way we started. Our Clare wants three mouths on her, that’s what she gets. I may put a fist up her pussy too.”
The boys hurried to obey. Luc scooted to her right, Rob to her left. Clare held their heads to her breasts. Dark and light, fast and thorough. The sight of her body being devoured by the two eager young men nearly killed Jack. Even though his cock ached for release, he bent between her legs, spread her thighs wide and gathered her into his mouth.
Hot, so hot. Hotter than when he tasted her before—she was burning up. Her clit swelled under his tongue. She pushed her hips
against his mouth with frantic cries. He knew what she needed. She wanted pressure, she wanted to shatter. He edged his thumb against her clit, pressed hard as he delved his tongue deep into her liquid heat.
She gave a strangled cry. A wild scent rose into the air—the scent of a woman on the edge.
“God, please, please, that feels so good, don’t stop…oh Jack…”
He had no intention of stopping. Keeping one thumb hard on her clit, he plunged two fingers from his other hand inside her. Her inner walls clung to him, sucked at him. He lapped at her, his entire being focused on bringing this woman to her peak. He curved his fingers inside her, pressed against the slick flesh inside.
She exploded. He felt it, the deep tremors, the hot liquid soaking his hand. She twisted to the side, up into the air, like a fish leaping out of a lake. Her hips jerked and spasmed. He kept a tight hold on her from inside and out, milking the orgasm, loving her absolute, utter surrender.
When she was completely spent and her legs dangled bonelessly over the edge of the futon, he stood up. Her head drooped to the side, like a flower overloaded with raindrops, unable to hold itself straight. She struggled to keep her eyes open.
His raging erection hadn’t subsided one bit. Neither had Luc or Rob’s.
“Clare,” he said tenderly. “I’m afraid you have three men here with boners the size of Connecticut. You can’t go to sleep yet.”
Chapter Six
Inane Scrawlings—Best day of my life
“I love you all,” I kept mumbling when he’d finished with me. “I love everyone. The whole world.” I’m always like that after a climax. Sex makes me love the world. The boys say it’s my drug of choice. I say it’s not a drug, since it’s found in nature and essential to survival. And now sex with Jack is the most essential of all.
Three cocks. Three men. And me. I knew exactly what I wanted.
“I can take you all,” I said as soon as I could lift my head. “Do it, Jack.” I couldn’t make it happen, but he could, I knew it. He got that feral look, like a beast out of its cage, that look that makes me cream my panties. The look that would make me crawl across hot coals for him.