Taught (Cypress Springs Trilogy Book 1)

by Tarilyn Sparks

  I looked at Teddy who shrugged. “I buy a lot of milkshakes,” he said.

  I climbed out of the booth and took my turn, glad the dress I’d chosen wasn’t any shorter. I was still ahead of Teddy but that wasn’t saying much. I utilized the new tips Jack had given me, and actually knocked down all the pins but two.

  “Go Kara!” Jack and Teddy called. I did a little curtesy and knocked the last two down with my second ball. I walked back to our seat and high-fived Teddy on his way to the lanes.

  “You can do it,” I said. “I believe in your ability to buy milkshakes.”

  Teddy threw his head back and laughed. He seemed so relaxed. “I’m happy to give Jack all the milkshakes he wants,” he winked, and much to my mortification, my cheeks flushed hot.

  Teddy chuckled and I sat back down and watched him roll his seventh gutter ball for the evening. He dusted his hands as he came back for his ball.

  “I think I’ve broken a record tonight. I don’t know why you two keep hitting those pins. They aren’t that hard to avoid.”

  Jack and I watched him do it again, and my heart turned over. Teddy showed me a new side to himself tonight, one that I didn’t think was possible; his humor and vulnerability, and his willingness to be a good sport for Jack’s sake…

  If I’m not careful, I could fall in love with him.

  I swallowed hard. Bad idea. Such a bad idea.

  Jack and Teddy were in this for fun. They already had a relationship. I was a temporary houseguest. That’s what Jack told his mother. That’s what he’d said—after we’d all shared a bed. More than once. I went into this knowing that, and his words reminded me not to get too attached. I needed to be careful.

  I needed to remember that this was only a bit of temporary fun.

  On the way back home, the night was dark and cool. Jack had been right—I did need a sweater. It wrapped around me to both keep me warm and to insulate my heart and thoughts.

  I pulled it tight and snuggled against the corner of the backseat of the car. I’d insisted that it was Teddy’s turn to ride shotgun. It also helped remind me that they were the couple, and I was just a traveler in their life.

  The rolling back and forth of the car ride relaxed me and I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, I was blinking my eyes at the brightness of the inside of the garage and orienting myself to the noise of the garage door rumbling back down its track.

  Teddy held his hand out for me, and I took it for balance to climb out of the backseat, but I did not hold his hand on the way in. I wrapped my arms around myself and made my way to my bedroom. The guest bedroom. The visitor bedroom.

  “Where are you going, sweetheart?” Teddy whispered and caught my shoulders and turned me around. I looked down and shook my head.

  “Is something wrong?” Jack murmured, coming up behind Teddy. I shook my head again. How could I say how I felt when I didn’t even know myself?

  “I thought we were going to bed—I was going to bed…” I started.

  “We were hoping you’d come to our bed tonight,” Teddy said. He looked over his shoulder at Jack, who nodded and crinkled his eyes at me in the dim hall light. “If you don’t want to, we’ll respect that.”

  I thought, frozen in time. Did I want to go to their bed? More than anything. Could I do it without getting feelings?

  Teddy rubbed his thumb on my palm, patiently waiting for my answer.

  Neither of them was forcing me to do anything I didn’t want to do. Did I want this?

  Jack walked around Teddy and took my other hand in his. I felt no pressure, no coercion. Just patient… love? Or… something. All I knew was I liked it.

  Maybe I just wanted to feel more of that right now. I didn’t have to worry about tomorrow. I’d just enjoy what they wanted to give me in this moment. Wasn’t that what I truly wanted anyway? To feel whatever this was, right now, and to steep in it and have this experience?

  I looked into Teddy’s deep dark eyes, and Jack’s soulful blue eyes, and listened to my heart.

  Yes, it beat. Just be in this moment… take this time and just enjoy these two beautiful men.

  I nodded. “I want to spend the night with you,” I said.

  Both men beamed and sprang into action. Teddy pulled me into the room as Jack trailed beside me, pressing kisses onto the palm of my hand, the back of my hand, and up my wrist as far as he could push my sweater.

  Teddy slid the sweater off my shoulders and Jack pulled it off my arms, kissing my bare neck as he went.

  “I still haven’t tasted you,” Jack murmured in my ear, and a thrill raced through me.

  Teddy cradled my face with his hands as he leaned down and kissed me. I returned his kiss and parted my lips.

  Yes, this was what I wanted. To feel this, to feel them, right now.

  Jack unzipped my dress all the way to the small of my back. He ran his fingers between my skin and the bodice fabric, around my waist, and up my rib cage.

  Teddy’s tongue swirled with mine and the dual sensations of Jack undressing and caressing me and Teddy kissing me made my toes curl in my sandals. I rocked on my feet a little, trying to keep my balance, and Jack held me closer.

  “I got you,” he whispered.

  Teddy pulled away from our kiss, just a millimeter “Let’s move her to the bed,” he said.

  Jack gripped me tighter and in some kind of expert wrestling move, flipped me off my feet and was carrying me to the bed, bride-over-the-threshold style.

  “Oh my gosh,” I squealed. “Put me down!” I wrapped my arms around his neck for support and safety, and Jack leaned down and kissed me.

  “Light as a feather,” Jack said and Teddy laughed.

  “We won’t hurt you,” he said.

  “Unless you want it,” Jack added, and a giggle rolled up through me.

  What would that mean? Did I want to find out? Hell, yeah...

  “True,” Teddy said, his voice low and husky. “A little hurt’s good.”

  “First thing’s first,” Jack said. He laid me out on the bed and tugged my dress off the rest of the way. I laid on the soft blankets, in my lacy pink bra and panties, fully aware that both were completely see through.

  “Beautiful,” Jack said, running his hand over his straining erection. He bent down and, holding my ankle in his hands, he gently unbuckled my sandals and slid them off my feet. Then he kissed the tops of my toes, one at a time.

  My pussy throbbed with each toe kiss, and I barely noticed Teddy stripping down to nothing and sliding up next to me on the bed.

  When Jack was finally finished I laid back and gasped, trying to catch my equilibrium. Teddy curved his head down and pulled my hair up away from my neck. He kissed down from my earlobe, down my neck, onto my collarbone, and down onto my breast. He hooked a finger into my bra and slid my nipple up and out of the cup.

  Jack crawled up between my legs and slid his hands around my hips. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this,” he said to me. “Tasting you on Teddy’s tongue wasn’t enough. I want to lick your honey right at the source.”

  I didn’t have long to think about that because Teddy started sucking on my nipple, hard.

  Jack hooked his fingers around my panties and slid them down my hips. He trailed his hands down my legs and hot shivers ran up igniting my core.

  “Next time I’m ripping them off,” Jack said. “But those looked special.”

  I started and looked at him. Sexy and considerate. “Thank you,” I started to say but I gasped as Jack dove between my legs and buried his face in my pussy. He slid his hand up under my ass and inhaled deeply against my throbbing wetness.

  “Oh fuck,” he moaned.

  Teddy stopped sucking my nipple for a moment. “I told you so,” he said. He reached over and flipped my other breast out of the bra cup and pinched my nipple while he resumed his suction on my other one.

  Triple stimulation. Pussy, nipple, nipple. I writhed—or tried to—but the men were stronger and held me do
wn.

  Ecstasy. I surrendered into the bed, into the blankets, into the arms of these two Herculean gods. If I’d had to choose which one I’d want to have sex with, there’s no way I’d be able to make the choice.

  Lucky for me, I didn’t have to.

  Jack started licking me in earnest, sliding his tongue up and down my slit and swirling around my clit on every cycle.

  I reached over and wrapped my hand around Teddy’s thick cock. My fingers barely touched, and I marveled at the velvet stiffness. How could something be so soft and so hard at the same time? I ran my hand up and over the head, oh so carefully, and slid my thumb over his sensitive slit. He was wet, dripping with precum.

  My mouth watered and all I wanted was Teddy’s cock in my mouth.

  “Gimme,” I moaned to Teddy as I gently tugged his cock toward me.

  He immediately knew what I wanted and climbed onto his knees by my head. I turned my neck and guided him into my mouth. It was almost more than I could take, which turned me on even more.

  Jack started sucking on my clit and slid two fingers inside my pussy. I squealed against Teddy’s cock and fisted the root of it as I wrapped the flat of my tongue around his salty head.

  How could I take more of it? How could I have him, even more than I was having him? I doubled down and peeked up at Teddy. He threw his head back pinched both of his nipples, and then watched Jack eat me out.

  His cock swelled as soon as he started watching Jack, and it turned me on to know it turned him on.

  It was hard to control my reactions to all of the sensations with them happening in more than one place at a time. I tried pushing against it. I tried predicting it. And finally, I surrendered.

  Jack curled his fingers inside me and rubbed them against my g-spot. I bucked and he held me down, hard, with his other hand.

  I wrapped my legs around his head and pressed my cunt against his face and he flattened his tongue and slid it up and down against my entire pussy. The sensations overloaded me, and the fire in my core pulsed.

  Jack pressed a pinky against my ass and everything turned white. I screamed against Teddy’s cock and did everything I could to keep from biting down on his girthy shaft. Teddy took the opportunity to go with the motion of my hand around his base and fucked my face mercilessly. His cock swelled and dripped until Teddy roared as he filled my mouth and throat with hot thick ropes of cum.

  I swallowed them down, greedy for every drop.

  Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

  At least for tonight, they were both mine, all mine.

  All anyone has is right now, and right now was exactly where I was going to live.

  Jack didn’t stop licking me, but he did slow it in pace with my orgasm. I came and came and came and came until finally Teddy’s thick spent cock slid from my mouth and I had to beg Jack to stop—I couldn’t take any more.

  He finally stopped and kissed my pussy, moaning with happiness. “If I’d known you tasted this good, I wouldn’t have done anything else in my life until I’d had my face buried in your pussy,” he said, rubbing his face side to side on my outer lips.

  I laughed softly and reached up for Teddy who was leaning down to kiss me. “Thank you,” he murmured, and I smiled against his lips.

  “Come here,” I said, and pulled him back down against me.

  Jack pulled away from my pussy, and I immediately felt the loss. The orgasm was good, but I wanted more. I needed…

  Jack knelt between my legs, fisting the biggest erection I’d ever seen. “I want to fuck you,” he said, his earnest eyes locked onto mine. “Would that be all right with you?”

  I laughed, happiness bursting through my chest. Oh fuck... that cock. It was just what I wanted. “Yes, that would be all right with me.”

  Jack climbed off the bed and grabbed a condom, and in two steps was back between my legs.

  Teddy pulled me toward him and kissed my neck again. “I can’t wait to see him fuck you. You’re going to love his cock—I sure do.”

  “You’re just going to watch?” My eyes were transfixed on Jack, whose gaze looked navy blue in the darkened room. His muscles rippled as he stood over me, stroking his swollen cock.

  Teddy was staring at Jack too. We both were mesmerized by Jack’s bulky hotness. “I might fuck him while he fucks you. It all depends on how long he lasts and how long it takes for me to get hard again.”

  “Are you questioning my stamina?” Jack smiled and leaned over me. I locked eyes with him, arched my back, and opened my legs wider for him.

  So fucking ready. So ready for fucking. Give me that cock.

  “Hardly,” Teddy’s voice was husky in my ear. “Just not sure about mine.”

  “Either way, you’re going to watch me fuck her,” Jack announced with cocky confidence.

  He caged me in his arms and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He bent down and kissed me, and then reared back up. Each time he bent down, he pressed the tip of his cock against my throbbing cunt until finally his tongue opened my mouth.

  He kissed me deep, tasting every bit of my mouth, and the pleasure swirled around in me, a big whirlpool of sensation.

  That time, he pushed his cock against my entrance and the stinging began. He pushed and slid back ever so slightly, his hips rocking in perfect, controlled motion. Back and forth he entered and stretched me until finally, he was completely seated and I was full beyond what I thought was possible.

  It hurt but it also felt so fucking good, better than anything I had ever felt. At least that’s what I thought until he started moving.

  First, he just rocked back and forth inside me, and with every thrust, it was like a star exploded. The pleasure climbed and the pain subsided, except as a distant edge to make the ecstasy that much sharper.

  I was only vaguely aware of Teddy beside me, stroking his cock, and then climbing away from me to go position himself behind Jack.

  Jack kissed me again, and I moaned. He spoke in my ear as he fucked me. “You like that, baby girl? You like my big cock inside you?”

  His dirty words took me by surprise and the endorphin hit mixed with the mounting pleasure and I teetered right on the edge of orgasm.

  “You’d better fuck me if you’re going to do it,” Jack said to Teddy behind him.

  Rip of foil and Jack’s position and motion changed as Teddy entered him from behind.

  “Oh, I’m going to fuck you,” Teddy growled.

  “Ungh,” Jack grunted, and his cock swelled inside me. I felt like I was being fucked by both of them at once.

  My ass throbbed at the thought. But another part of me chimed in—Yes please.

  Jack, getting used to Teddy inside him, stroked his cock in and out of me, pushing up at that end point inside, hitting fireworks with every push.

  “Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!” I screamed, and the orgasm ripped through me. Every muscle in my body went stiff, and I clung to Jack for dear life and he fucked every bit of that orgasm out of me. I was still coming, when Jack’s cock swelled and jumped, and he grunted out loud.

  “Oh fuck,” he moaned, and shuddered inside me. I imagined his hot cum as it hit my cervix and kept on coming, filling me up until it was dripping out and down my ass crack. But I had to settle for the heat-filled latex. For now.

  Teddy doubled down and he came too, until finally we all stilled and slid out of our coupling.

  I slept between them both, an easy dreamless sleep, happy in my heart’s decision to live in the right now.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Jack

  “I’ve never watched so many horror movies in my life,” I said, stabbing the broccoli on my plate with extra ferocity. “I think it’s bleeding into my dreams.”

  Kara laughed and sipped her wine. She was hard at work on finishing her dissertation on racism and sexism in horror movies, and I’d gotten sucked into her and Teddy’s obsession with the topic.

  “Do tell me about your dreams,” she said, and Teddy raised his eyebrows at me, full grin.


  I shook my head. “Seriously, as the blonde dude—I never live.”

  “You live longer than the black guy,” Teddy pointed out.

  Kara nodded and leaned back, with a satisfied look on her face. She’d drilled a lot of this into me, and while I’d never enjoyed horror movies before, at least now I knew why.

  “I’m trying to understand why the killer always has non-traditional sexual issues,” I said. “He’s never straight or viewed as ‘normal’ by society. He has gender dysphoria of one sort or another.”

  Kara frowned and tapped her fingers against her cheek. “You know, you’re right. I’ve been so focused on feminism and racism, I’d concentrated on those issues.”

  Teddy shook his head and waved his wine glass at both of us. “It’s all connected to the same issue. Toxic masculinity and othering hurts everyone, including white men.”

  I took another sip of wine and watched Teddy and Kara discuss this further. Teddy was the smartest person I knew, or so I thought, but Kara was giving him a run for his money.

  My strategy for success in life was to surround myself with people smarter than me—to essentially be the dumbest person in the room. I certainly felt that way tonight.

  “…and that’s how we get the last girl concept,” Kara was saying. I’d been lost in my own head and missed part of the conversation.

  Confusion clouded my wine-soaked mind, and I knew I wasn’t in the best state of mind for intellectual discussion, but I also had no inhibitions in this state. “But is the last girl trope a feminist thing, or a misogynist thing?” I asked.

  Teddy grinned at me and looked at Kara. “Well?” He asked.

  Kara laughed. “I feel like I’m defending my dissertation right now! I’d say that perhaps the last girl was some kind of effort to say horror movies were appealing to female audiences, but she is an inherently misogynist construct.”

  “And tell us why that is,” Teddy leaned back and pretended to straighten an imaginary pair of glasses on his face.

  Kara watched his pantomime with amusement and sat up straight. “They always kill off the wildest or most promiscuous girl first, then the next sluttiest girl,” she smirked and put air quotes around the word sluttiest, “...and I use those words because that’s often the words they use and the stereotypes portrayed. The last girl standing is the one who behaves according to the patriarchal rules of society. She doesn’t drink, smoke, and she definitely doesn’t have sex. She also appears as almost a non-gendered character and assumes a more and more masculine character as the movie goes on. She’s the mousy, librarian type, dark hair, plain looking and reaches her ultimate triumph when she penetrates the killer with some kind of phallic weapon—a sword, etc. It’s like she has to become a man in order to win because she can’t win by being a woman.”