Spread Your Wings: Men in Blue, Book 4

by Jayne Rylon

  “I promise.”

  “Good.” Clint’s voice sounded deeper when he said, “I might have threatened to spank you for misbehaving, except your movies would seem to indicate that would be an ineffective punishment.”

  “Kind of.” She laughed. “Not that I would know firsthand. Still, the idea has always appealed. And after watching Lily in the club. Well, yeah… You’re probably right.”

  “We’ll find out soon enough.” Matt guaranteed her fantasy would come to life eventually.

  “And it seems you have a thing for guy-on-guy action.” This time he looked to Matt, not her, when he fanned out several of her most pussy-tingling titles. She’d never realized quite how many of them featured bisexual couples. To her, pleasure was pleasure—no matter who delivered it to their mate. “Guess I shouldn’t have worried you’d be grossed out or some shit.”

  Yet clearly they had thought she could be so closed-minded. The hope and relief spreading across Matt’s face as he sat up for a better look made it obvious to her. She patted his back.

  “Wow. We were really dumb.” He drew her into his lap, tightening his arms around her midriff. “I was so afraid of losing you. Of scaring you off or hoping for more than you could handle. From now on I’ll ask you first before I flip out.”

  “Probably not a bad plan.” She reached behind her to ruffle his hair. “Maybe we should all do a little less thinking and trust our instincts a ton more.”

  “All right.” Clint hopped onto the bed and shuffled closer on his knees. “Then what are your primeval urges telling you, cave dude?”

  “That we shouldn’t make her responsible for getting herself off when we’re more than capable, stiffies or not.” He rumbled the bold statement near her ear.

  “I totally agree.” Clint winked at her. “Unless you object, wild thing?”

  “Uh, no. Go right ahead.” She squirmed a little, getting comfortable in the seat Matt made for her. His rejuvenating erection settled in the small of her back. How the hell would she ever be able to take all of his girth? He put her vibrator to shame, even half-hard.

  “Don’t mind if I do.” Worming his way between Matt’s legs, plus hers, Clint settled with his head on her thigh.

  Matt searched behind them with one hand, snagging a few pillows to stack. He leaned back on the fluffy wedge, inclining her torso and leaving her even more open to the probing of his partner. His hands wandered from her upper thighs to her abdomen, then higher as far as her breasts. He cupped them, weighing them in his palms.

  “You two fit together,” Clint murmured as he dragged the blunt tip of her vibrator up and down her pussy. He used the moisture seeping from her, his own release mingled with hers, to slick the hard plastic.

  As if to test the seam between her and Matt, Clint then trailed the instrument down her ass to where she sat on his partner. He prodded the place where they came together, finding no gaps. If Matt’s sharp inhalation was any indication, she’d guess Clint had accidentally—or maybe deliberately—nudged his balls or the base of his cock with her toy.

  Now she loved it even more.

  She whimpered, unashamed by her overwhelming desire for them.

  Matt rewarded her, rolling her nipples between his fingertips. At first, the pressure he applied was too light. He increased his hold little by little until she cried out. Finding the sweet spot that maximized her enjoyment, he pulsed tiny pinches of ideal tension on the tips of her breasts.

  “You’re making her wetter.” Clint gave a status report from between her legs. “Do that some more. And kiss her. Did you see how much it turned her on before?”

  Matt hesitated and his body went stiff beneath her, not necessarily in a good way either.

  “She’s not like Tiffany, Matt.” Clint spoke softly now, enough to ensnare her attention despite the burgeoning passion he stoked with swirls and dots of the tool over her lips. What a tease!

  “W-wait.” She tried to concentrate on what they were saying. “Who is that? Why do I hate her already?”

  Clint laughed. “Because you’re smart. She was a girl Matt dated for a while. I swear that bitch only used him for his fat cock. Never wanted to hang out with the rest of the guys and their dates, never gave a shit about anything going on his life, never cared for him to kiss her or show any affection when they were fucking.”

  “It wasn’t as bad as all that.” The defensiveness in Matt’s tone made Jambrea believe it had been. Probably worse than he let on.

  “The hell it wasn’t.” Fire burned in Clint’s gaze on his partner’s behalf. It stirred something in Jambrea. “She used you. For sex. For your body. If a guy did that, he’d be a major prick. It’s no different for a chick. I feel sorry for that rich bastard she conned into marrying her.”

  While she couldn’t hug Matt from this position, Jambrea found his hands and squeezed. He returned her gesture.

  “And if there was any doubt, the fact that she tried to bribe you into boning her even after she was hitched—with fancy watches or season baseball tickets or even a car—sure as shit should have clued you in.” Clint slapped Matt’s thigh. “Don’t let the past fuck this up for us both. Kiss her. Like you mean it. Like you want to. Now.”

  Jambrea didn’t even have time to take a breath before Matt cupped her jaw in his hand and rotated her head less gently than she expected from him. He drew her face to the side then swooped in over her shoulder to fuse their mouths.

  The blended flavor of him and fresh fruit encouraged her to sip from his lips time after time. Their mouths glided back and forth, and when he pressed his tongue against her, she parted, welcoming him.

  Lost in their interaction, she went limp, allowing him to simultaneously cradle her and present her to his partner. Her teeth scraped along the firmed muscle of his tongue when Clint reapplied the cool plastic vibrator to her pussy.

  This time he didn’t stop with doodling on her sensitive flesh with the tip. No, he pressed the shaft to her opening then inserted an inch or two. Her instructions came out completely garbled when she didn’t bother to stop playing tonsil hockey with Matt long enough to articulate her preferences.

  “What?” He paused despite her pelvis lifting to keep the device inside.

  Matt backed away enough for her to try again. Jambrea said, “I like it deep, and toward the back.”

  “Oh, a challenge. I love those.” Clint pressed a kiss to her clit, making her coo. “You go back to what you were doing. Leave me to this. I’ll keep exploring until I get where you want me. Let me know when I find the best spot.”

  She didn’t think she’d mind being his test subject.

  Even getting it wrong with these two felt better than anything else she’d experienced.

  A soft touch on her cheek brought her attention back to Matt. “Was that enough?”

  “Are you crazy?” Jambrea craned her neck until she consumed Matt again. The moment their lips locked, Clint pressed onward, feeding more of the vibrator inside her. The increasing thickness spread her taut muscles farther apart with every bit he introduced.

  Nothing could compare to having them inside her. Still, she figured the warm-up would serve her well when they caught up to her. Having Clint’s hand guide the toy somehow made its effect more potent. Elusive pleasure sparkled over her in glints as he skimmed the spots she would have zeroed in on, ending her fun too soon.

  Matt broke their never-ending kiss to suck in a few breaths. Before he dove back in, he peeked over her shoulder. “Shit, that’s hot.”

  “She’s almost burning my fingers.” Clint smiled up at them. A touch of tightness around his mouth caught her attention. She was starting to associate it with his arousal. When she skimmed her gaze down the sleek expanse of his back to his ass, she noticed the clench and release of his muscles there as he rubbed himself on the silky soft sheets.

  “I’m pretty sure you can turn the darker part at the top there to make it buzz.” Matt bounced beneath her as he teased his partner. “You know,
if you want to fast forward a bit. My cock would appreciate it.”

  “You and your cock can kiss my ass.” Though Clint rolled his eyes at Matt, he didn’t argue.

  Jambrea braced herself, but the vibrations from her toy added another layer of ecstasy she wasn’t sure she could resist for long.

  Turning the dial slowly, Clint ramped up the intensity.

  “That’s right, wild thing.” Matt held her steady when her spine arched and her head landed on his shoulder. “I’ve got you.”

  Good thing, too. Because just then, Clint angled his wrist a few degrees differently. The tip of the vibrator rumbled against her favorite spot. She called out his name even as her fingers clawed at Matt’s forearms and her toes curled against his shins.

  “Right there.” Matt sounded nearly as affected as she was. He bundled her against his chest as she attempted to writhe. Shockwaves emanating from the powerful wand radiated along her tensed channel. The base tucked upward, quaking through her outer lips until even her clit could sense the reverberations deep inside.

  And then she was lost.

  “Yeah, that’s it.” The warm croon in her ear only enhanced the riot of pleasure between her legs. “Come apart for us. Let us see how beautiful you are when you give in to it. To whatever this is between us.”

  How could she deny him?

  Clint cursed as the first spasm of her pussy tried to snatch the vibrator from his hand. He kept hold of it even as she bucked. If it hadn’t been for Matt grounding her or Clint easing her eruption of rapture with soothing kisses on her thigh, she feared she might have shattered.

  When the orgasm began to wane, Clint gradually damped the tremors until her vibrator was silent once more. The stillness in the room, except for her ragged breathing, made her a little nervous. What would they think of her abandon?

  The hard plastic slipped from her as Clint withdrew. It made her yelp and jerk when it grazed oversensitive tissue. Her sudden movement caused it to dip and Clint’s aim erred.

  Maybe.

  “Watch what you’re poking with that thing.” Matt growled from beneath her. She might have believed his offense if his cock hadn’t pulsed at her back.

  “What are you talking about?” A wily smile stretched Clint’s mouth. “This?”

  Jambrea peered between her legs in time to see the tip of the vibrator nudge Matt’s asshole. He groaned as his whole body flexed, lifting her an inch or two higher.

  The sight had the embers of her climax flaring to life.

  More, she could take more.

  Especially if it meant traveling farther down this road.

  She turned her head as much as she could so she could read the expression on Matt’s face when she said, “If you’re a good boy and let him amuse himself with you, I’ll fuck you right now. Take as much of that fat cock as I can while he opens up your virgin ass.”

  Jambrea had an out of body experience, watching some bolder version of herself say these naughty things to the incredible man beneath her.

  “We’re screwed. You’ve been hanging out with Lily too much,” he griped even as he choked out a laugh. A twinkle in his eye made her sure his faux annoyance hadn’t damped the arousal raging between them all.

  His chuckle mixed with a groan when Clint flipped the vibrator on then off a couple times in rapid succession. No gentle crescendos for Matt.

  “Shit, yeah.” Clint groaned. “Take her up on it or I’m going to fuck her instead. I’m hard enough to use my cock as a nightstick right now.”

  “You already had her pussy today.” The press of Matt’s cock intensified behind her. She couldn’t believe how thick it had gotten. It twitched as he and Clint jockeyed for position. Learning how to manage all three of their desires might take a little time. “My turn. If you’re serious, wild thing?”

  “You’d really let me…you know?” Clint’s eyes were wide when Jambrea switched her gaze to him.

  “If it means I can feel her sweet pussy hugging me again.” After taking a deep breath then letting it out slowly, Matt made his decision. “Yes.”

  “I would be honored to have you inside me under any circumstances.” She couldn’t let him think her ultimatum held any water. “There are no conditions. It’s up to you.”

  “Stick to being bossy. At least for now.” He smiled before he sank his teeth lightly into her shoulder, then whispered, “You’re making this easy for me.”

  “In that case…” She rubbed his arm, where it wrapped around her. “What are you waiting for, Clint? Give the man what he asked for.”

  Clint glanced up at them both, long enough to verify for himself that Matt was serious. Then he bit his lip and tucked the vibrator against Matt’s puckered muscles once more. “Take a deep breath and push out when you feel the toy—”

  “Dude, I know how anal sex works even if I’ve never found a woman who can take me.” Matt laughed.

  “Fine, then. You don’t need any coaching.” His partner didn’t hesitate.

  Jambrea moaned along with Matt when Clint pressed the vibrator beyond the sphincter guarding his entrance. Once he’d penetrated a couple inches, the rest of the incursion went smoothly. She might have asked how it felt if she couldn’t already tell by the bulge of Matt’s cock, which now throbbed behind her.

  “You did so good.” She used her best nurse voice to praise Matt as Clint rotated the embedded vibrator, getting Matt used to the moderate girth and the way it felt moving inside his ass. “I think you deserve your reward. Don’t you?”

  “Fuck yeah.” He shifted his hands so that they circled most of her waist. Impressive since she was no sprite like Izzy or her half-sister Lily. Next thing she knew, he’d lifted her a foot or so in the air without her assistance.

  Damn, he was as strong as he looked.

  It only took a second to regain the ability to speak when she caught the hunger in Clint’s stare.

  “Now help work him inside me.” Ordering Clint to assist thrilled her. Maybe she had learned more than she’d thought from her Mistress ally.

  Matt groaned when Clint took hold of his cock and aimed it upward, toward her pussy. He guided his friend, who was flying blind. “Let her down. Slowly. A little to the left.”

  When the hot, wide head of Matt’s erection settled against her pussy, Jambrea’s delight turned to something more ferocious. She wiggled a bit, speared on the tip of his cock. The spiral she rocked her hips in helped to insinuate him in her like a corkscrew. Clint spread the lips of her pussy then, with his free hand, smoothed some of her obvious arousal over the thick shaft burrowing inside her.

  The other kept the vibrator firmly embedded in Matt’s ass.

  The big guy groaned from beneath her.

  “Everything okay?” Clint asked his partner, who’d let his head drop back onto the pillows, breaking eye contact.

  “Amazing. Don’t stop now.” He grunted. “In fact, why don’t you turn that thing on?”

  “Are you sure you don’t want to wait until our wild thing has all of you? Don’t want to bounce her off and have to start all over again.” Clint’s advice made sense.

  Jambrea could hardly hear them, though. All she could focus on was the slight burn and the stretch of her pussy around Matt. He really hadn’t given her much of himself the day before judging by what she felt now. Even still it had been plenty to satisfy her.

  Today was about pleasing him. She never wanted him to feel left out or self-conscious about his body. Not after all the times she’d been the one to skip dress shopping with gal pals when she knew her friends didn’t need to frequent the big and tall specialty shops she did.

  They were made for each other.

  She would prove it to him.

  “Just do it.” Matt sounded as if he spoke through gritted teeth. “Please. Help me out. I need more.”

  Right when Clint flicked on the mechanical motion, Jambrea sank in his grip as best she could. Combined with the instinctive upward arc of his hips in response to the new sen
sations bombarding his prostate, he tunneled deeper inside her. Much farther than he’d been yesterday.

  He attempted to lift her, but she cried out. “No. Don’t.”

  Clint saw her struggling and distracted Matt by beginning a slow, long pattern of in and out thrusts with the toy. The helpless man beneath her relinquished his grip and let her have her way with him. He fisted the sheets and drew his feet up until they rested flat beside Clint’s hips. His knees bent, he relied on the leverage to drive upward each time Jambrea used more of her weight and gravity to her best advantage.

  When they collaborated instead of hindering each other, they made quick progress.

  “Almost there, you two.” Clint continued to pulse the vibrator in and out while he measured the gap between Jambrea and Matt. “Less than an inch now and he’ll be completely inside you, wild thing.”

  “Oh God.” Matt couldn’t seem to form coherent sentences anymore. She didn’t blame him. Soon she wouldn’t be able to remember so much as her name. “Wish I could see.”

  “Just open your eyes.” His partner laughed. “You haven’t actually died and gone to heaven. It only feels like paradise.”

  “Face. Her face,” Matt stuttered as Jambrea relaxed her thigh muscles, taking another bit of him. Filled to capacity, she knew that as soon as she moved she was likely to come. She braced herself on his knees, loving how he supported her, even in this.

  “Can you turn around, wild thing?” Clint asked.

  “Huh?” She didn’t understand at first.

  “He wants to watch you come. See what it does to you to hold him deep inside. Maybe even to kiss you again while you both surrender. Would you give him that?” Clint’s plea on behalf of his friend inspired Jambrea.

  “Of course. I want it too.” She started by bracing herself on straight-locked arms with her palms planted on his washboard abs. But the pressure on her injured muscle had her hissing and nearly tipping backwards, ungracefully.

  “Careful.” Clint kissed her belly. “Go slow, and watch out for his nuts. Nothing else you do will hurt this big lug.”