Yielding for Him

by Lauren Fraser

  How the hell was she supposed to relax when he did that? Her nipples beaded tightly against the silk of her blouse. She should have worn a bra.

  The clinking of a glass on the table drew her attention across the room to where Jason had set down his drink. He extended his arm along the back of the couch, the flex of his jaw the only indication he wasn’t completely at ease.

  Donovan ran his tongue up her neck and slowly sucked her earlobe into his mouth. With his left hand he eased the top button of her blouse. “What do you say we let him have a little preview of what he’s in for?”

  He quickly opened the remaining buttons and pushed the purple silk off her shoulders. His head dipped and a second later she felt the hot, hard pull of his mouth on her nipple. Her breath caught in her throat.

  Jason cleared his throat, drawing her attention to him. The calm, casual friend was gone. In his place was a predator. Every muscle in his body was coiled and alert.

  She gulped at the raw desire reflected on his face. When Donovan had suggested this idea she’d thought he’d have to talk Jason into it. But now looking at him the attraction was obvious. How had she never seen it? What if this screwed up their friendship?

  Her nerves reared their ugly head again. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

  Donovan’s rich deep laugh rumbled against her chest. “Trust me.” He glanced over at his friend. “Rein in the lust there, big guy. You’re scaring her.”

  Jason’s tongue slid out and glided across his full bottom lip before a carnal smile curled across his mouth. “I’ve imagined this a lot of times but I’ve got to say…” He paused and let his gaze linger on her breasts. “My fantasies didn’t do you justice, Lisa.”

  “You’ve fantasised about me?”

  “Uh, yeah, and then some.”

  Oh-oh, that couldn’t be good. How could this just be a one-time deal if Jason fantasised about her? She chewed her bottom lip and looked over at the man she loved. Donovan cupped the back of her neck.

  “Trust me, okay. It’s all right.”

  “But…”

  “Lis, this wouldn’t work if he wasn’t attracted to you, right?”

  “I guess not,” she murmured. But there was attracted and then there was attracted and what Jason was saying was definitely the second option, which just spelled trouble.

  Van shook his head. “Stop worrying, sweetheart. Jason is like a brother to me, I’d trust him with my life. More importantly, I trust him with you. The fact that he cares about you is just going to make this that much better for you. But believe me. He knows if he ever touched you without me being here, I’d kill him.”

  Jason chuckled. “And then he’d use all those millions to find a doctor to resurrect me just so he could kill me again.” Jason stood up and knelt down on the floor beside her. “Look, Lisa, yes, I’m attracted to you, I’d have to be dead not to be. But believe me, I know the deal. This is sex, that’s all, and truthfully that’s all I need it to be. I’m not built for anything else and Van knows that.”

  The two men looked at each other and something passed between them. Some secret look, a message, a communication that she couldn’t even begin to understand.

  “You sure?”

  “Positive,” Jason told her. He glanced at the other man. “Van and I’ve been friends forever, so honestly, I’ve always known there was a good chance he’d ask me to join you two. So, it’s kind of hard not to fantasise about it when I know it’s a good possibility.”

  That’s true. Hearing that information, how he’d assumed it was a done deal, should have made her feel less important but it didn’t. Somehow it eased her concerns. He was right. How could he not have fantasised about it? Heck, she’d fantasised and there was no way in hell she’d ever thought it might be a possibility. If she’d known?

  Oh boy, that would have been a whole other issue. Ever since Van had thrown the offer out there she hadn’t been able to think of anything else.

  Donovan leant back against the sofa. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered.

  Lisa’s eyelids drifted shut and she took a deep breath as an arrow of heat shot through her body directly to her core. She could feel the moisture in her panties. Lord, that demanding tone of his got her every time. She opened her eyes to find Van looking back at her with a knowing look in his eyes.

  He arched his brow. “Do I need to ask you again?”

  She shivered. “No,” she whispered. Having him ask twice was never a good thing. The man knew how to take sensual torture to unexplored heights. She flicked a glance at Jason. And with Van’s competitive nature, she was sure having his best friend watching would fuel him to push her further. She’d never survive.

  Standing up, she forced her legs to stay strong and support her weight despite the weakness in her knees. Could she do this? Could she stand naked, completely on display in front of Van and his best friend, like an offering for them to enjoy? Her stomach fluttered as she imagined what it would feel like to have both of them watching her, desiring her. The very idea made her hot. And Van knew it.

  How many times had he told her how much he loved the exhibitionist in her? How she was perfect for him and that side of his nature.

  She eased her hand to the snap of her pants, her fingers trembling against the button. She flicked open her button and hooked her fingers in the waistband to push her pants down.

  “Slowly,” Van told her. “We want to enjoy this.”

  Glancing over at Jason, she saw his erection pressing against the fly of his jeans. Power surged through her. She flicked a look at Van. He cocked his eyebrow at her. Busted. He knew her well enough to know what a turn-on it was for her to be watched and desired.

  With slow deliberate movements, she carefully eased her pants down her thighs. As she started to step out of her pant leg, Donovan stopped her. “Turn around.”

  “What?”

  “Turn around. I bought you those panties so I know how good you look in them. Turn around.”

  Damn. She bit back a moan when her pussy clenched with need. She turned around and widened her stance. Donovan might be calling the shots but that didn’t mean she couldn’t torment them both a little as well.

  The G-string eased between her cheeks and she pulled lightly on the material at the back so it drew tighter. A deep male grunt sounded from the couch. She couldn’t be sure if it was Van or Jason. Not knowing made it even hotter.

  She hooked her finger under the edge of the string at the top of her crack, using her finger like an arrow pointing down, then glided her nail sensually along the length of the elastic towards her hip. Touching herself slowly, building it up so they could imagine what that felt like. She couldn’t be sure what the action would do to Jason but she knew the effect it would have on Van. He seemed to be obsessed with her ass, he was always touching it, caressing, kissing it.

  Bending at the waist, she touched her toes. Two groans sounded behind her. Lisa grinned to herself. Got ya.

  Still fully bent, she carefully untangled her feet from her pants and stepped out. She peeked between her legs. Jason was rubbing his cock through his jeans. Jesus, he looked big. She bit her bottom lip.

  She hooked her fingers in the string at her hips and eased the panties down her thighs. Moisture coated the inside of her legs as the wet fabric slid down. Oh my God. She was dripping already.

  “Enjoying yourself, honey?” Van asked. His voice was husky with lust but there was a slight hint of amusement as well. Bastard.

  She kicked off her panties and started to stand up.

  “Did I say move?”

  “No,” she murmured.

  “Spread your legs wider.”

  Lisa moved her feet out slightly.

  “Farther.”

  She groaned. He was going to make her be completely open on display. She spread her legs farther.

  “Jesus.” Jason’s guttural groan made her squirm. She wanted to turn around. To touch them both.

  “Touch yourself,” Va
n told her.

  It was one thing to do this in front of Van, it was totally different with Jason watching. It felt so much dirtier than it normally did. And holy hell, so much hotter. The first touch was delicious. Moisture coated her fingers. She was so wet and they hadn’t even touched her yet.

  “Finger yourself.”

  Lisa closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She slid her middle finger inside herself. “Mmm,” she moaned.

  “Now put your finger in Jason’s mouth.”

  Really? She was sure Donovan would have wanted that for himself. He loved it when she did that. It always got him so hard that he became absolutely insatiable, needing to taste her himself.

  She stood up and took the couple of steps it took to stand in front of Jason. His eyes were dark with lust, the green in his eyes now almost black with desire. He was no longer just Donovan’s joking friend. This was real.

  She placed her finger at the edge of his lips and he sucked it inside. His tongue curled around her digit. Hot and wet. When he was done, she eased her hand back.

  “Again,” Jason told her.

  Lisa looked over at Donovan. He stared back at them intently. His cock tented his pants, making her mouth water.

  Van smiled at her. “Give him what he wants and I’ll give you what you want.”

  She put her finger in her pussy and moved it back and forth, fucking herself, desperate for any relief she might be able to gain but all it did was drive her higher, make her hungrier for the touch of these two men.

  Placing her hand back against Jason’s lips, she kept her eyes locked on his. His nostrils flared and he sucked her finger into his mouth. This time he wasn’t gentle, he sucked greedily.

  “It’s not enough. I need to taste her,” Jason told Donovan, not her. Almost like he was asking for permission.

  Donovan nodded. He stood up from the couch and looked over at Jason. “Lie down,” he said, indicating the pillow on the sofa. “You can eat her while she sucks me.”

  Yes.

  Lisa almost sighed in relief. This was what she wanted, what she needed. As much as she wanted to be with Jason she needed to be touching Van while she was doing it. Because he liked to watch so much she’d been a little nervous that he would want to watch her fuck Jason and she wasn’t sure that she could do that. But this? This was perfect. Van could watch her with Jason and watch her blowing him at the same time. He got what he wanted, and so did she.

  Most of her friends hated giving blow jobs, they did so out of obligation. Sort of a ‘you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours’. She wasn’t like that. She loved it. Seeing a man as powerful as Donovan under her control was heady. Sure, he controlled the pace most of the time, but when his composure slipped and he fucked her mouth wildly he wasn’t the least bit in control. He was as lost in the moment as anyone else. Vulnerable. And hers.

  Jason stood up and pulled off his shirt. The muscles in his stomach flexed with the movement. He was leaner than Van, thinner, more like a runner than the football-player build that Van had. She wasn’t normally attracted to the leaner look, she preferred Van’s ripped muscles, but there was definitely an appeal to Jason’s sleeker form. She ran her hand down the line between his abs. His stomach muscles contracted beneath her touch. Oh yeah, his body was definitely appealing.

  “You’re taking an awful long time to get naked there, Jas,” she teased.

  “What’s the hurry? We’ve got all night.”

  All night? Thank God they both worked out because she needed them to have stamina and endurance for tonight. This was her one and only shot at having a threesome, she planned to make it last.

  “Come here,” Donovan said and cupped the back of her neck. His fist tangled in her hair. He pulled her towards him so their mouths were just a breath apart. “This is all about you, so get what you want,” he told her.

  She curled her hand into the front of his shirt and stood up on tiptoes. “You’re what I want.”

  “I know.” He smiled. “This is just going to make it better.”

  “We good?” Jason asked.

  “Yeah, we’re good.” Donovan kissed her softly then turned to Jason. “She’s used to me so you’ve got some stiff competition.”

  Jason’s mouth curled up in a cocky grin. “Well, if she’s used to you then she’s in for a real treat.” Jason moved closer to her and placed his finger under her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes. The heat reflected in his stare made her stomach flop. The man was potent, she’d give that to him.

  Jason caressed her cheek with his thumb. “There’s a big difference between a guy who goes down on his woman because he loves her and a man who loves eating a woman.” Still holding her hand, he sat down on the edge of the chocolate-brown plush sofa. “I love it, Lis, and from the little teaser taste you gave me I’m really going to love it with you.”

  Oh boy. Lisa swallowed.

  Donovan snorted. “All right, maestro, let’s see what you’ve got.”

  Jason dropped his hand and stepped away from Lisa, putting a couple of feet of distance between them. The space gave her a perfect view of his body as he shucked his pants. His erection stood out proudly. She could visibly see the thick vein running the length of his cock. Lisa couldn’t help but stare. Like his body, Jason’s cock was thinner than Van’s, but longer and no less impressive.

  Van held out his hand and Lisa placed hers in his. The comforting gesture linked them. They were in this together. “Come on, honey.” He guided her towards the sofa as Jason lay down on it and positioned himself with the pillow beneath his head.

  Taking a deep breath, Lisa stepped towards Jason. Van stood right beside her, she could feel the heat and sexual energy coming off his body as he brushed against her side. Butterflies danced in her stomach and she placed her hand against it. Where were these nerves coming from? She wanted this. Desperately. And Van certainly was into it. Just to prove the fact, his penis flexed against her thigh. She wrapped her hand around his cock and he groaned.

  As she slowly slid her hand up and down Van’s shaft, she looked at Jason lying on the couch, staring at them with a look of pure hunger on his face as he stroked his own cock. What was it about a guy touching himself that was so damn sexy? Just watching him made her wet. Moisture coated the inside of her thighs as she stepped closer to the couch.

  Van held both of her hands and helped her ease her thigh over Jason’s body so she was straddling his hips. When she was in place Donovan cupped the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss. Their tongues tangled, hot and hungry.

  No one had ever set her on fire with a single touch like Donovan. He read her body, her murmurs as if he was completely tuned into her. As the kiss deepened she felt Jason’s hand travel up her thighs. Light caressing touches as if he were learning her body, savouring the feel of her skin.

  She’d never felt more desirable then she did at this moment, as two gorgeous men tried to seduce her with their touch. Neither going too fast as if they both knew that by dragging it out, the anticipation would just make her want it that much more.

  Donovan broke the kiss and raked his teeth across her neck. “Mmm,” she moaned. Damn, whenever he did that to her she completely melted. He cupped her breast then softly flicked her nipple with his fingers. As he increased the pressure on her nipple, he dove back into their kiss. His hunger consumed her and she sank into it. As she relaxed her pussy pressed firmly against Jason’s chest and she could feel her juices on his skin as she ground her hips.

  “Jesus, I need to taste you,” Jason groaned. He gripped her ass and guided her up his body. With Jason’s hands touching her and Donovan’s lips ravaging her body she couldn’t think. She needed a moment to process what was happening. Only a second ago it had seemed like the men were going so painfully slow and now it seemed too fast.

  The first touch of his lips on her clit made her breath catch in her throat. It was such a foreign feeling to have her mouth actively engaged in a passionate kiss at the same time h
er pussy was receiving one. Her legs widened of their own volition. Holy cow, why had she never done this before? Amazing didn’t even begin to describe it.

  Jason’s fingers spread her open and he ran his tongue along her slit. “Mmm,” she moaned against Donovan’s mouth. Breaking the kiss, she smiled at Van. “I thought you wanted me to suck your dick.”

  His nostrils flared as he took a breath. “Oh believe me, honey, I do.”

  Lisa shifted her body so she could rest her elbows on the arm on the sofa, putting her head right at crotch level with Van. She grabbed his cock and slowly ran her mouth along the head. Just then Jason pressed his tongue inside her and she couldn’t think, only feel.

  Donovan chuckled. “You like that do you?”

  “Mmm-hmm,” she moaned.

  “Good. Whatever you’re doing, Jas, keep doing it.” He cupped the back of her head and guided her back towards his dick. “Now where were we?”

  Right. She needed to concentrate and focus, but man, that was hard to do when Jason was swirling his tongue around doing incredible things to her pussy. Alternating gentle strokes with these teasing nips that were driving her crazy.

  Needing to make sure Donovan was with her every step of the way, she engulfed his cock in one long, slow pull. His fingers tightened in her hair almost painfully. She loved it.

  Jason hadn’t been kidding, he ate her pussy like a man savouring his favourite meal. He took his time, torturing her with his playful pauses, where all she could feel was his hot breath, teasing her, tormenting her with how close his lips were to giving her what she wanted.

  Using Jason as her guide, she set about torturing Donovan the same way, the pulling back, the teasing. Van’s groans and grunts would have been funny if she wasn’t feeling the same hungry desperation for completion that he was.

  “Quit fucking around and finish her,” Van growled.

  Jason’s amusement vibrated against her pussy. Oh, the man was getting far too much enjoyment out of driving her crazy and she loved every minute of it. She was so close. She needed Van to go with her.