by Mia Downing
At the sound of her safeword, Jake sat up and she heard Chase’s sharp intake of air behind her.
She met Jake’s inquiring gaze head-on. “I need to know we’re okay. I’ve never done this for you, and it feels more personal than you fucking me from behind.”
Jake’s expression changed and turned protective yet tender, more like the man she knew on a daily basis. “Sweetheart, yes. We’re good. What you give me tonight won’t change how I feel about you, good or bad. I love you both.” He leaned forward and caressed her cheek. “Is this too much for you? I don’t want to push you. And as far as STD’s, I’m clean. Chase has the paperwork.”
Gah, she’d never even thought of STD’s from oral sex. She brushed that thought away. “I’m fine. I just…I don’t know.” She was damned horny, and she’d always been attracted to Jake. It was just that Chase had claimed her body and soul first. But that look in Jake’s eyes…whatever it was, it was gone. Maybe she imagined it. “The spanking wasn’t so bad.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” She glanced back at Chase, his expression unreadable as he stood, naked, at her hip. “You can watch me blow him and not be jealous? You’re good with this, too?”
Chase smiled, and the lines in his face relaxed to something soft and sweet. He kissed her neck. “You’re mine, Kate. I’ve never felt this secure, this sure in a ménage, ever. I love you, I love him. Maybe, in a way, I feel he’s mine, too. I don’t know. But I’m good.”
“Jesus, yours. Paris, take two,” Jake muttered.
“You’re mine, suck up and deal.” Chase pointed a finger at Jake in warning. “And there will be no man love, so deal with that, too.”
“Bossy,” Jake observed.
Kate met Jake’s gaze with a wink and a conspiratorial grin. “Can we spank him?”
Chase growled low in his throat. “That’s enough, both of you. Jake, keep it up and I’m making a coup attempt on your hostess status, and you’ll do courier work for a month. Kate, keep it up and you’ll pay tomorrow. I’ve been too lenient. I need to start spanking you more regularly.”
“I guess he told us.” She glanced at Jake again, but smiled. Jake hated courier runs. She, however, just might like the regular spankings.
Jake shot her a sexy grin and gestured to his groin. “You going to start showing your quiet appreciation of the birthday boy?” But then his expression clouded a bit. “Green, Kate? I’m not going to force you to do this. I’m happy with whatever you feel comfortable doing.”
That right there was why she loved him, like a second cousin she loved to fuck. She smiled and nodded. “Yes, Sir. Green.”
Kate planted a kiss on his inner thigh, her hands caressing the length of his leg. He was bulkier muscled than Chase, the light dusting of hair on his legs a dark blond. She knew how many miles these legs ran, because she ran a lot of them right next to him. She kissed further up and he jumped at the contact. Good. He wasn’t immune to her touch. She nibbled along his inner thigh, nuzzling his groin, planting kisses on his scrotum. His skin tasted salty and a touch clean, his maleness a different note of earthy, different than Chase’s. She loved both.
“Suck him,” Chase whispered. He pressed against her backside, his cock nestled in the crack of her ass. He rocked against her, and she felt the dampness of pre-cum spread along the crease.
“I want it to feel good,” she said, warmth spreading through her belly as she sucked in Jake’s testicle, loving the way his hips shifted eagerly. Oh, she could make both of them weak and begging if she worked it right. She smiled and drew the other testicle into her mouth. Both men groaned. “Am I making you needy, too, Husband?”
“Spankings. Many spankings,” Chase choked out. The foil packet ripped and the urgent press of his hips against her ass let up as latex crinkled and rolled. He climbed on the bed behind her and slid the covered head of his cock along her folds, gathering her juices.
“You both love me anyway.” She nibbled the base of Jake’s shaft, working her way upward. He was thicker than Chase but still impressive in length. And from the last time they were together, she remembered well he knew how to use everything he had. She worked her way to the head and planted a hot, wet kiss at the top. Her tongue tasted the narrow slit, regretfully dry of fluid.
“Fuck, yes,” Jake breathed, his legs tense as she eased into a better position between his strong thighs. Chase followed, spreading her legs just so for better access.
She met Jake’s gaze, grinning up at him. Her hand slowly palmed the length of him, his skin satiny soft over the hardness. “I don’t think I’m worthy to suck your cock, Sir. Such magnificence.”
“You’re more than worthy. Get to work.”
She licked the head and felt Chase’s cock nudging her opening, sliding just the head in, teasing her that way. She mirrored the motion on Jake, allowing just the generous crown to pulse between her lips. Every inch Chase gave her, she took from Jake. She glanced up. Jake’s gaze flickered to her face and then focused behind her, no doubt enjoying watching Chase take her.
Jake’s cock seeped the fluids she eagerly sought, his essence so different than Chase’s but just as welcome. He was a bit saltier, his fluid a little thicker. She gripped the base of his shaft and sucked him deep, hollowing her cheeks. He groaned and Chase inhaled deep.
“God, Kate. That’s sexy as hell.” Chase withdrew and impaled her pussy in a single stroke of his cock, filling her deep, the excitement in his voice echoed with the way he eagerly thrust. Chase usually fucked her in a way to bring out the most pleasure for her, twisting so he hit her clit, her G-spot. But now he thrust for him, hard and fast, like he did when she’d come a zillion times and was too tired to do more than lie there.
She’d tried to deep throat Chase many times but had little success. She usually gagged. She worked Jake’s shaft in her mouth, drawing him to the back of her throat, bumping that spot she had a hard time relaxing. Jake sank his hands in her hair, massaging her scalp. She relaxed and let him slide deeper, the head sliding along the roof of her mouth until she gagged. Again.
“You don’t have to take it all,” Jake soothed. “What you’re doing is amazing, honey. Come back to the head and use your tongue. I like that.”
She did as Jake asked, lashing the underside of the head with stokes she hoped he would find wicked. The hold in her hair intensified and Jake groaned. The twinge of power she felt on that groan was intoxicating. Jake pumped gently into her mouth, almost as if he couldn’t control what his hips did.
Chase changed the tempo of his thrusts, slowing down, his fingers lazily strumming her clit in a similar rhythm. Her orgasm swirled and climbed deep inside, her sopping wet pussy clenching around Chase’s cock. So good to love them both, to allow herself the luxury to honor them. As much of a brat as she knew she could be, she appreciated having both men in her life and didn’t take it for granted. Not after almost dying. They both loved her, protected her at home and on the job, and she had no problem showing her devotion. She sank Jake’s shaft deeper in her mouth and he moaned in approval.
“Go ahead, love. Come for us,” Chase ordered. He slid his hand to her juices then brought it around to probe her anus and inched a finger in.
That slight burn and pressure was always enough to tip the scales for her. Kate rammed herself back on Chase’s cock, wanting everything deeper inside her as she shattered in a wave of pleasure.
She moaned, letting the noise vibrate around the root of Jake’s shaft, wanting nothing more than for him to come, too. She lifted her head a little and let her hand grip him tightly, pumping Jake the way she knew Chase liked.
“Christ, yes, Kate. Suck harder.”
She worked her way back up and sucked the head, her tongue exploring the rim. It was interesting how both men were different, the tastes unique, the veins ribbing their skin in different locations. Even the shape of his cockhead was broader, thicker, and grazed the roof of her mouth in a different yet intoxicating way. She’d
bet his farm his orgasm would be different, too, but just as satisfying for her.
“You can come in her mouth,” Chase offered as he still pumped into her from behind. She looked up at Jake—his jaw was clenched, the struggle obvious. “It’s your birthday.”
Kate hummed her approval. Last time, neither of them had come until the end, but this approval must get them around the ‘no swapping man fluids’ rule somehow. Fluids in her mouth must be okay.
Jake relaxed and fucked her mouth a little harder than the gentle pumping he’d given her earlier. Chase never fucked her mouth, but then, Chase was often gentler than need be with her. Maybe if he saw…
Kate moaned and worked eagerly, letting her lips and tongue show approval of Jake’s eager motions. Jake yanked the ponytail holder from her hair and messed it up, the golden strands falling about her face, spreading across his thighs. He sank his hands in her hair, and his heels jammed into the mattress next to her knees.
“Kate,” he breathed and stilled. She felt the throbbing at the base, that surge just under the skin beneath that happened the moment before the explosion. Her lips widened, taking more of him to the back of her throat as the warmth jetted in hot spurts.
Behind her, Chase groaned, reaching his climax with frenzied thrusts, his fingers digging into her hips. It was weird to feel the condom fill with a blast of heat instead of the flush of hot fluid she preferred when he claimed her.
Jake thrust into her mouth a few more times, his leg muscles going slack beneath her. He massaged her scalp as she finished by kissing the tip of his cock. Chase collapsed to his side on the bed, dragging her over with him.
She shrieked and laughed, afraid she’d spike Chase with a heel, since she still had shoes on. She kicked them off and scooted up a bit so she was more even with Jake as she cuddled against him. Chase removed the condom and followed her up the bed, spooning against her, trapping her under one of his legs.
“Damn, that was good,” Jake said as he caressed Kate’s hair. He dropped a quick kiss to her lips, and she stopped him from breaking away, drawing his tongue into her mouth in a deeper version. Jake groaned against her lips and stroked her tongue with his, exploring her mouth gently. He broke away finally and sighed. “Next we’ll have my cake, then a birthday game.”
“Games?” Kate rolled enough to kiss Chase, too, surprised when he deepened the kiss as Jake had, no doubt tasting his best friend on her lips. That surprised her, given Chase’s background, but he did say he felt Jake was his. Maybe this was something he didn’t mind, because of that. She ended the kiss and said to Jake, “I’d rather know who you’re dating, and why you’re fucking us when you could be enjoying her, all alone.”
“He’s fucking you, not us,” Chase corrected, but she could feel the grin through the kiss he dropped on her neck.
Jake ruffled her hair. “There is no other woman in my life, despite the rumors. I have Charlotte and you to deal with. That’s enough.”
Kate groaned. “Can we not mention Charlotte?”
“I thought you were warming up to her?” Chase asked.
“I liked her just fine in the beginning. It’s not my fault she doesn’t like me since we got married. She doesn’t like anyone, for that matter. She thinks the two of you walk on water, and Chase could do better than me. When you both sink like your skulls are full of rocks, it’s going to be an eye-opening experience for your little pet.”
“Only Chase walks on water,” Jake corrected, his eyes closed, a content smile on his lips. “She knows I’m mortal.”
Chase kicked at Jake, and Kate laughed. “Enough! You naughty boys want cake?”
“Sure,” they said at the same time, which led to more kicking, this time from Jake.
Kate sat up and gave them both a smack to their firm asses. “Behave, both of you. You’d think you’d be happy for a few minutes.” She slid off the end of the bed onto wobbly legs. She yanked down her skirt, surprised they hadn’t undressed her more than they had.
“No clothes allowed,” Jake reprimanded as he rose from the bed and headed toward the bathroom. “Start stripping.”
Chase murmured in approval and followed him, and Kate had to laugh. She washed her hands and started taking things out of the bag. “At least you agree on something. Blow out the candles first, and then I’ll strip for you guys.”
“Turn off the music. The remote is on the bar,” Jake said from the bathroom. “Chase is going to sing for me.”
“Yeah, right, asshole.”
The two returned to the bed a few moments later. They were side by side now, propped up on pillows, uncaring they were naked as their heated gazes followed her movements while she used the bathroom, too.
Kate returned, dug out the cake, the big candle that proclaimed Jake over the hill, and the lighter, then carried it to the bed. She set the cake platter on Chase’s belly. Chase grumbled and wiggled, the delicately frosted chocolate cake shimmying back and forth on his lean stomach.
“Sit still. I don’t want to catch the bed on fire,” she reprimanded as she lit the candle, the wick sparking to life over the colorful proclamation of Jake’s ancientness, displayed in cheaply-colored wax.
“The plate is cold.”
“Shh. Happy—”
Jake clamped his hands over his ears. “No singing! Christ, Kate, for someone as musically inclined as you are, you should be able to sing better than that.” Chase laughed, and Jake blew out his candle. “Fuck you, Chase, over the hill. Go cut us two pieces, Kate. Big ones. None for you.”
“I was good! I took my spanking like a big girl. I deserve cake.” She knew she sounded bratty, but she didn’t care. Chase baked the most awesome cakes. She snatched the platter away and took it back to the bar. She sliced the pieces, dished them out, and stabbed forks into the moist, chocolaty cake middle. She went to dip her finger in the frosting.
Jake tsked at her. “None for you. If you want cake, you have to earn it.”
That could be fun. She carried the pieces over and handed them to the guys. She knelt between them, waiting with what she hoped looked like patience as they sampled their cake.
“So good, even if it’s not boob-shaped,” Jake said on a groan of delight. “Here, Kate.” He held out a forkful. She leaned in, opening her mouth to be fed. He smeared it on her lips instead, and she glared as he laughed. “Sorry. Come here.” She leaned in again, and he licked the frosting from her lips. “Tastes good. Here, you can have a bite. No tricks.”
He offered a forkful, and she closed her eyes as she tasted the blend of chocolates—the white chocolate layer of frosting at the center, the dark chocolate outer coating, and the cake itself, moist and decadent. “This is better than our birthday cake.” She and Chase shared the same birthday.
“Too sweet,” Chase scoffed, but he held out a forkful for her.
She leaned toward her husband. “Jake needs sweetening.” But this forkful dropped down her shirt, catching into her bra. “Damn, Chase, you’re making a mess.”
“I’ll have to clean up, then.” Chase yanked at the knot in her shirt, letting the sections fall free. He licked at the path of crumbs down her chest, between the swell of her breasts, using his tongue to fish the crumbs out of her bra. “There.”
Jake tugged at her shirt, yanking it off her shoulders, then unclasped her bra in the front with a twist of his wrist. He scooped up frosting with his finger and dabbed it on the hard peak of her nipple. “There. Now I have boob cake.”
“Pervert,” she whispered but sighed as he licked the frosting clean, his insistent lapping sending tugs of desire straight to her core.
Chase fed her another bite and kissed her afterwards, his tongue sweeping along her lips, delving in to taste the confection fully from her tongue. Jake dabbed more frosting on her other nipple, and she struggled not to grab his head and force him to suck her harder when he drew away.
“You have cake on you, too,” Kate informed Jake. His chest was dabbed with little brown crumbs. She ducke
d and licked each one off, loving how the chocolate blended with the salt of his skin. Chase had crumbs, too. She scooted his way and lapped them up, loving how they made a trail down his belly, straight to his… “I think this was intentional.”
Chase’s deep laugh rumbled, vibrating though her tongue as she cleaned him up like a good girl. The crumbs stopped just shy of his cock, now starting to harden. “I’m messy.”
Jake slapped Kate on the ass. “I think this should lead into a game I want to play.”
“I don’t play games,” Chase grumped. “I don’t lose well, and you know that.”
“This is a win win birthday game called Torture Chase.”
“What? No.”
“Yes!” Kate lifted her head from her task, pleased to torture Chase at any given time.
“Sure. Here’s how it’s played. Kate, you’re going to blow Chase, and I’m going to indulge in that bare pussy of yours. But it will be like follow the leader. I suck, you suck. I lick, you lick, and anything else that comes along. Hands, too.”
“Okay, maybe this game isn’t so bad,” Chase conceded with a gleam in his eyes.
“Win win.” Jake rose, took the plates to the bar and returned. “Chase, you have to sit on the edge of the bed but lean back on your elbows so you can’t see me. Part of the fun is the surprise. No touching Kate, either.” Jake turned to Kate. “Kate, you blow him while on your knees, and I’ll lay between your legs and run things from there. Strip first. Skirt and stockings off.”
Kate rose and shed her clothes but shot Jake a confused look. “I don’t see how you win, Jake. I see how we win, though.” Lots of orgasm potential if Chase let her come.
“I get to torture Chase through you, I get to taste your sweetness and when I’m done, I get to fuck you, because I’m the birthday boy and that’s how the game ends.”
How could she complain about that? Especially when Jake shoved a long, low, padded bench over for her to kneel on, and no doubt he’d angle himself between her thighs to enjoy her pussy. “See, I even made it comfy for you.”