by Calista Fox
For those techniques and expertise to collide…?
It. Would. Be. Amazing!
She smiled. Perhaps a bit deviously.
“Jewel,” Rogen ventured in a tentative voice. “Care to explain the cat-that-ate-the-canary grin?”
Vin shifted from foot to foot, eyeing her as though he could read every single lascivious thought suddenly racing through her brain.
Knowing Vin, he probably could.
And Rogen was likely able to interpret every physical response she had to those thoughts. The way her nipples tightened behind her nightie. The way she pressed her thighs together because her clit tingled. The sudden hitch in her breath.
No doubt her eyes also shimmered with lust over the possibility that suddenly consumed her mind.
“I was just thinking,” she brazenly began, “that this past week, I’ve been with both of you. And I’m not trying to hide it from either of you. We might as well be open about it, right?”
Vin’s jaw set. Rogen’s brow furrowed.
To Vin, she said, “I know about Holly McCormick. Rogen explained.”
“Oh, fuck,” Rogen grumbled. “I told you, Jewel. It’s not the same.”
“You can’t actually be suggesting…?”
She caught the flicker of excitement in Vin’s emerald eyes. He’d thought of this, too—she could see it on his face.
Jewel fought to keep her grin from widening. Yes, it was bold of her to put this sexy idea on the table. To put herself on the table. But Jewel knew both men wanted her. She was allowing them to have her. Because she wanted them.
“I understand there’s a lot of residual conflict,” she admitted. “It just seems that rather than get pissed off at each other because one of you has just fucked me or made love to me, keeping it all aboveboard will spare some feelings.”
Rogen exchanged a look with Vin. Silence ensued. Jewel’s nerves jumped.
“She does make a good point,” Rogen eventually said. “And since it’s Jewel we’re talking about … That would make what we do best even better, don’t you think? More powerful? Because it’s her.”
Her stomach flipped.
Oh, my God!
He was agreeing as well!
Jewel was more and more aroused by this concept—and these men—as the discussion continued. Her entire being burned for them. Her skin flamed.
She longed to see both men stripped bare. To touch them. Taste them. And let them do the same to her.
How she wanted it!
The forbidden had always been a huge aphrodisiac for her, although this particular guilty pleasure had never occurred to her until their recent reunion.
The wine coursing through her veins gave her just the verve she needed to take a step toward Rogen, closing the gap between them.
Time to seal the deal.
She gazed into his beautiful blue eyes and said, “Let’s face facts. I know about the two of you. Can you honestly say you haven’t thought of me as the woman you share?”
Another look passed between the two men. This one secretive.
A question? A … consent?
Jewel’s pulse shifted into high gear. “I want you both. It’s no mystery, no new revelation. Well, relatively speaking. But it is the truth. I want you both,” she repeated. “Not one more over the other, but equally.” Her fingers skimmed along Rogen’s abs, up to his chest. Then she went on tiptoe to sweep her lips over his. Against them, she added, “And you can both have me.” She kissed him. Suspecting he wouldn’t be able to resist her.
She was right.
Rogen’s arms instantly circled her waist, crushing her to his hunky body as her arms wound around his neck.
He took over the kiss. Jewel would forever be astounded by how she got lost in his strong embrace, his smoldering kisses.
He was erect and obviously teeming with desire. When she eventually pulled away from him, his expression was a heated, sexy one as he asked in his rumbling voice, “When did you learn to play dirty?”
She gave him a coy smile and breathlessly said, “Right this very second.”
She slipped from his arms. Turned to Vin. Who appeared equally turned on. As though he were already two steps ahead of them in his mind. Already contemplating how this new situation amongst them might play out.
That excited her all the more.
Yet because it was Vin and he loved to make her work for his affection, he quietly demanded, “You don’t seriously think that trick is going to have an effect on me?”
Moving toward him, she slid her gaze over six feet, four inches of lean-muscled male, up to his commanding facial features. Lust flared in his eyes. Spurring her on.
“Yes, I do.” Her fingers curled around the opening of his white dress shirt at the neck and she yanked the material apart, popping buttons, sending them flying.
“Goddamn it, Jewel. This is an expensive shirt.”
“I bet you’ve got an entire closetful of expensive shirts, Vin.” She pulled the tails from his pants and politely slipped the disks through the holes of the remaining buttons while peering up at him from under long lashes, certain there was a hint of goading stamped across her face.
His jaw worked. In anticipation.
She had to do more than go up on tiptoe for him. Her hand pressed to the back of his head and she coaxed him to lower it until their mouths met in a hard, searing kiss. Vin shoved off his shirt and hauled her up against his naked chest, his ridged abs.
He gave in quickly. Fire rushed through her veins.
His aggressive kiss spoke volumes. Telling her what she’d set in motion just might overwhelm her. Be too much for her.
Valid concerns.
But there was no mistaking how aroused he was over this turn of events. That stoked the inferno inside her and kept Jewel from backing down.
When he eventually broke the kiss, she was light-headed. Scarcely able to pull in even the tiniest of breaths.
The combination of Rogen’s need to please and Vin’s need to possess was as sensational as she’d expected.
On slightly shaky legs, she returned to Rogen. She gripped his tee at his stomach and pushed the material upward. He dragged it over his head, and Jewel leaned toward him, inhaling his earthy, masculine scent. Her lips glided over his hot skin, up his torso, her tongue flicking a small nipple. Her teeth scraped, making his body jolt. She continued the path, her mouth sliding along the thick cords of his neck, over his jaw.
Her palms flattened against his waist. His hands clasped her arms, as though knowing to hold her steady, knowing she’d begin trembling at any moment. He was intuitive that way.
His gaze was glued to hers, and she tried to read all the emotions swirling in his glowing blue irises. He wanted her. Bad. But like Vin, his expression held a hint of foreboding, belying the danger inherent to her quest.
If she was going to back down, now would be the time to do it. Before they went any further. Before they got swept away by passion and her potentially horrible judgement that could later be blamed on the Sangiovese, but only in a cowardly way.
Yet this was Rogen. And Vin. They’d never hurt her. What they would do was everything in their power to give her exactly what she desired. Many, many orgasms.
She needed them—the men and the orgasms. Desperately.
She nipped at Rogen’s bottom lip and whispered, “You like it when my nipples are ridiculously hard. So do I. Make them that way.”
His grip on her biceps tightened. He was trying to keep himself in check. That just wouldn’t do. She wanted him to unleash his passion. She wanted them both out of control—because of her.
“Rogen,” she urged in a soft voice. “Do it.”
He released her arms. His large hands slid up her rib cage and cupped her breasts, massaging confidently, the pads of his thumbs whisking over the tight centers. Exactly what she wanted. A small whimper fell from her lips.
Vin stepped behind her and she felt his heat at her back, his smooth skin against he
rs, above the straight line of her nightie at her shoulder blades. He held her hips as Rogen’s head dipped and he tongued her nipple through the lace, the material creating a hint of friction. The erotic sensation coursed through every inch of her. Pulsated in her pussy.
She raised an arm and snaked it around Vin’s neck, craning hers so that he could capture her mouth in a scorching kiss. Her other hand sought Rogen’s silky, spiked strands of hair, her fingers threading through them.
Fever blazed through her as Vin’s kiss deepened and Rogen peeled away the lace at her chest, tucking the cups under her breasts. His mouth closed over her nipple again and it sent a lightning bolt against her clit.
She broke her kiss with Vin.
“Oh, God,” she moaned. “Yes. Suck my nipples, Rogen. Suck them hard.”
He did while caressing her breasts, squeezing almost roughly, insistently. Everything inside her went haywire.
Vin’s lips skimmed down her spine as he sank to his knees behind her. She shuddered from the vibrant sensation that burst against each vertebra.
His fingers hooked in the sides of her thong and he dragged the black satin down her legs and helped her out of her panties. It was a little difficult to focus on that while Rogen drove her wild with his tongue fluttering against her nipple as his finger and thumb rolled the other one, pinched lightly. A moan wrenched from the back of her throat.
Adding to the glorious sensations was Vin spreading her pussy lips and flicking his tongue over her clit.
Oh, fuck!
Two mouths on her body … two tongues!
The warm moisture against her tingling flesh in both places at the same time was sinful. Fantastic. A little overwhelming, but she concentrated on separating out the feelings and savoring the two distinctly different rhythms and textures and … oh, hell.
They both suckled at the same time—Rogen on her nipple, Vin on her clit.
Jewel cried out.
Vin’s tongue dipped into her pussy. Rogen’s flickered over her taut nipple. One, then the other.
“Dear God,” she ground out. “That’s incredible.”
Sensation built upon sensation. Vin’s tongue laved at her clit again. Then his lips tugged at her slick folds, pushing her right to the precipice.
“Yes. Yes…”
Vin eased two fingers into her and slowly stood. He whispered in her ear, “You are dripping wet. So fucking wet.”
“How could I not be?” she asked, breathless. “The two of you know exactly how to touch me, exactly how to make me come. And I want it. I want to come for you. Both of you.”
His fingers glided smoothly along the inner walls of her pussy and he pumped heartily. One of Rogen’s hands slid down her belly and the pads of two fingers rubbed her clit. Quickly.
“Oh!” Another cry tore from her as they worked her expertly.
Vin caught her mouth with his and she tasted herself on his lips and tongue, turning her on even more. Rogen continued suckling, teasing her nipples. Both men’s fingers pleasured her inside and out.
Her pulse echoed in her ears. Her heart hammered.
There was nothing more exquisite than having Rogen’s sinewy body pressed to hers … along with Vin’s sleekly powerful one melding against her so that she was completely surrounded by them. Could smell them both. Could feel them both.
It was decadent and beautiful.
And it sent Jewel over the edge.
She ripped her mouth from Vin’s.
“Oh, God! Yes!”
A fiery orgasm erupted deep within and seared every inch of her. Jewel’s body vibrated, her inner muscles clutching Vin’s fingers. Her own fingers fisted in Rogen’s hair.
“Christ!” She gasped for air as every nerve ending ignited. “Oh, God!”
Vin slid his arm around her waist to hold her steady.
The firestorm raged within her. Hot. Radiant.
So exciting.
So addictive.
Her pussy continued to clench and release Vin’s fingers, drawing out every little bit of her climax.
God, it felt so good!
She rode the high as Rogen lifted his head and kissed her. Intensely. Passionately.
The tremors ran rampant. Heat danced over her skin. A restless, gnawing sensation grew in her core. A deep, dark need that demanded to be sated.
When Rogen finally dragged his mouth away so they could breathe, Vin clasped the lace clinging to Jewel, pulled it up her body, and whisked it off. Her bare breasts pressed below the ledge of Rogen’s pecs while Vin’s hands slid all over her flushed skin.
“Yes,” she murmured. “Touch me everywhere. I want it all.”
Greedy, sure, but it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity she did not intend to squander.
Rogen kissed her again as she was sandwiched between their muscular bodies. Vin’s lips grazed her neck, his teeth nipping below her ear. He’d discovered that precious spot, too.
Her hand slipped between hers and Vin’s bodies, and she stroked his cock through his pants and briefs. He was thick and full. Rogen was as well.
“You want me to fuck you,” Vin confidently said.
A moan lodged in her throat as Rogen continued the sexy lip-lock.
Vin’s warm breath tickled her skin as he added, “And you’re going to come harder than you just did.”
Her pussy clenched once more, this time with anticipation.
He stepped away. Rogen broke the kiss. Jewel reeled.
Vin had her by the waist once more and led her up the steps and through the foyer. Rogen followed, divesting himself of boots and clothing along the way.
Her breathing was still erratic and exhilaration flooded her veins. She vaguely pointed Vin in the direction of her master suite. He guided her to the bed and she sat on the edge. Rogen flipped on the gas fireplace, providing the only illumination in the room.
While Vin extracted a condom from his wallet and then undressed, Rogen knelt on the floor alongside the bed and pressed her thighs open with his palms.
“Yes,” was all she could say, still in a passion-induced daze from how insanely good it felt to have them both pleasuring her. Rogen’s mouth on her pussy was exactly what she wanted at the moment.
His tongue swept over her dewy folds. Slowly. So, so slowly. Tantalizing and teasing. A huge contrast to Vin’s erotic suckling that had lit her up.
Vin stretched out beside her as she lay back, Rogen’s head still between her legs.
Vin palmed a breast and caressed her with an urgency that, combined with Rogen’s slow burn, had her brimming with desire. The variance between the two men actually worked in tandem to create a maelstrom of sensations that excited her.
Vin’s head dipped and his tongue flickered over her nipple, both puckered centers still taut, still tingling. One of his hands roamed her body, his fingertips blazing their own trail, making her stomach quiver and her pulse race.
“I can’t believe how incredible it feels to have both your mouths on me,” she said in a raspy voice. Then amended, “Yes. I can.”
Because it was Rogen and Vin.
“Fucking fantastic,” she told them.
Rogen slipped two fingers inside her as his tongue fluttered over her clit. The little pearl was hypersensitive. The lust coursing through her made every inch of her highly responsive. More so than ever before. She felt Rogen’s tongue and fingers, Vin’s mouth and hands, so acutely. Inhaled their distinct scents. Reveled in their heat. Listened to their heavy breathing.
She affected them as deeply as they did her. And it didn’t seem to be a competition between them but a collaborative effort to get her off.
Perhaps that was why she’d decided to jump on this opportunity. Because Rogen had always wanted to make her feel good; Vin had always wanted to make her come so hard she screamed his name.
And now Jewel was in heaven.
Rogen’s fingers stroked her pussy, finding her G-spot and rubbing with just the right pressure, the right pace, while his ton
gue still flitted against her clit. Vin gave her a sizzling kiss.
Her excitement escalated.
She pulled her mouth from Vin’s. “I’m going to come again.”
“Yes,” he said with anticipation in his tone. “Come for us.” His head dipped and he suckled her nipple, sending her barreling toward orgasm.
“I’m so close,” she told them.
Against her breast, Vin muttered, “Keep licking her pussy, Rogen. Lick it good. Make her come.”
Rogen’s pace hastened. Jewel’s hips undulated. She felt the climax mounting, mounting, cresting …
“Oh, yes.”
Exploding …
“Oh, fuck, yes!” Her eyes squeezed shut. Little white orbs burst behind her lids. “Oh, God!” she cried out, losing it completely.
The climax blazed through her, effervescent and intoxicating. She held fast to it, clung to the erratic beats, the heat consuming her.
Her chest heaved with her labored breaths. Her arousal didn’t dim the slightest bit. Rogen’s fingers were still inside her; Vin’s lips still grazed her sensitive skin.
Endless moments slid by as she savored her orgasm. Savored every single second with two lovers who were clearly determined to give her everything she needed.
Making her adore them even more. Making her want them even more.
When she eventually opened her eyes, she simply said, “Spectacular.”
Rogen withdrew from her and sprawled alongside her. One corner of his mouth quirked in that half-assed grin of his that was part cocky, part heartwarming. And which always caused her stomach to flutter. “I love that you get so into it, that you like my mouth on your pussy.”
“So very, very much,” she assured him.
He gave her a sexy kiss, then said, “Let Vin fuck you.”
This time, her stomach flipped. She lay between the two men, on her side, facing Rogen with Vin at her back again.
Holding Rogen’s gaze, she told him, “He does it differently than you.” Perhaps that was more of a warning. “He fucks me hard.”
Rogen murmured against her lips, “I want to be the one to watch this time.” His fingers swept away strands of hair from her face. “I want to hear you moan. Beg. Come.”