by Layle Black
“I’ll leave you two for a little one on one so to speak. Breakfast should be ready in a while…take your time.” The calm acceptance in his gaze both surprised and confounded her. The whole dynamic unfolding here was like nothing she had ever experienced before and all common sense told her to run for the hills but she just …couldn’t. He walked out leaving them alone, a jaunty whistle echoing in his wake. Selene felt like she’d stepped into a racy romance epic.
“Alone at last,” Jac said in an impishly sinister voice. Selene looked down at Jac, both endeared and encouraged by his smile.
Jac seemed content to let her take the lead and she did…with relish. He lay still as if completely relaxed but she could see his breathing had increased and arousal shone brightly in his eyes. Slowly she leaned down into him, pressing her lips to his mouth, softly at first and then with increased pressure. She sucked and nipped his lips until he let her tongue slide into his mouth with a guttural moan. Their tongues engaged in an erotic duel that left them both a little breathless. Releasing his mouth she started to kiss down along his jaw and neck. She purred against his neck as her hands traveled down over the hard plane of his muscled chest. His hardened nipples were of a particular point of delicious interest and as she slid lower down his body her tongue traced each puckered areola until Jac began to shift restlessly, soft curses under his breath. She delighted in watching him writhe, his hips undulating on the bed while his cock jutted upward thick and weeping pearlescent drops of pre-cum from the flushed tip.
Jac never knew his nipples were such an erogenous zone but each time the sucking heat of her mouth closed over him he felt the erotic buzz all the way to the tip of his cock. His hips swiveled on the bed in growing urgency, thrusting upward hungrily for her touch. As her mouth dragged lower over his body, absolute yearning had him moaning aloud. Her hands played just as much havoc with his senses as her tormenting mouth did. His breath caught when her fingers finally wrapped around his cock in a tight fist. When he’d sat on the couch the night before this was the vision that drove him to mind bending release. Looking down he watched as her hand pumped his cock in long strokes from base to tip. Jac hoped he would be able to hold out. Already his balls were pressed up tight to his shaft, filled with cum meant for her.
Selene admired the beauty of Jac’s throbbing cock. He was not as gifted in girth as Remy but he easily made up for it in length. She stroked him from base to tip until more pearl drops of pre-cum dripped from the tiny slit. Her thumb slid over viscous pearl drops and used it to aid the glide of her hand.
“Oh fuck!” Jac’s exclamation brought a smile to her lips before she licked the very tip and ran her tongue along the impressive length. Selene enjoyed the thrill of power as she finally sucked Jac’s cock deep into her mouth, flattening her tongue beneath the pulsing head. Her cheeks hollowed as she drew him all the way to the back of her throat, pulling away long enough to take a breath. She felt his hand slip through her hair and tighten into a fist. The pleasure/pain of his tightening grip on her scalp sent a tingling thrill through her body. His growling moans grew louder as her mouth and hand worked him in relentless strokes.
“Selene, you have to stop, baby, or I’ll come. I need to fuck you… be in you.” She released him with a slick wet kiss but her hand continued to stroke him. She reached for a condom, tearing it open, taking her time rolling it down his impressive length. Selene wanted to play with him a bit longer but the need to feel him inside her was as intense as his desire to be there.
Jac waited with bated breath as Selene straddled him, her grasp still firmly gripping him to hold his cock upright while she seated herself across his thighs. He watched her guide the tip of his aching shaft to her and cursed softly as it eased between the glistening folds of her pussy.
“Fuck yes…you’re so beautiful, Selene.” He loved watching her succulent flesh stretch to accommodate the flushed thickness of his cock head. Then a shuddering sigh that erupted from her lips when her pussy closed in around him in a silken vise. Once she was fully seated her hips rocked in a slow ride that drove him to the edge of sanity.
Selene braced her hands on his chest as she quickened the tempo. She moaned at the feeling of intense fullness inside her. Jac grasped her by the hips and ground his hips upward to meet her downward momentum. The first flush of an orgasm pounded through her in a wave of skin tingling sensation. Perspiration glistened over their bodies as they strained against each other, rocking and grinding. Selene felt her arms shake with the effort to keep herself upright.
Suddenly Jac flipped them over and turned her over onto her stomach. He pulled her up onto her knees and pushed her legs apart so she was completely open to him. Her spread thighs left her totally exposed and vulnerable to him.
“Let me take you this way… I need this…give me this.” Selene moaned her acquiescence and instantly she felt the prodding of Jac’s cock entering her from behind. His length penetrated even deeper from this angle, stroking against sensitive nerve endings tested only the night before with Remy. She was so wet she could feel the trickles of moisture down the inside of her thighs as he began pumping in earnest. In and out. Slow then skin slapping fast. Her hands reached for a pillow and pressed it against her face to catch her screams of pleasure. His hands grasped her ass, and she felt him pulling her cheeks wide apart, leaving her completely exposed to his sight. Selene yelped in surprise when she felt slick shallow penetration in the tight rosebud of her anus. She’d had very little experience with anal play, having only tried it once with an ex-boyfriend and the experience had proven to be an absolute disaster. A soothing hand ran along her back in a gentle caress.
“Trust me, Selene. I just want to make this good for you.” Selene felt her apprehension abate. Taking deep breaths she let herself relax into his hands and concentrated on the pleasure that was suffusing her body. His thrusting had slowed once more, moving in tandem with the deepening penetration in her anus.
Jac smiled with satisfaction when he felt Selene relax into him, trusting him. He felt humbled by her show of unquestioning faith in him and he swore she would not regret it. His thumb slowly seated into the tight pucker of her anus to the second knuckle while he kept up an easy pace. Her gasps told him she was not immune to the new edge to their love making. The dizzying sight of his thick cock shuttling in and out of her was intoxicating. The dual penetration increased the pleasure tenfold and with her enthusiastic cries he knew he would not last long. He increased his pace until the bed began to rock against the wall.
The tightening of Selene’s pussy heralding the beginning of her orgasm and in turn ratcheted up his own head long rush into climax. Her moans and cries sent his arousal to a new high and the strongest climax of his life nipped at his heels. Jac wanted to make sure she found her pleasure before he let his wash over him. In moments he had his wish as her body suddenly went rigid and slowly relaxed. He couldn’t fight off his orgasm any longer, letting it sweep him away as well. Unable to hold himself up any more, Jac collapsed on the bed next to her and pulled her close to him as they both caught their breath. The warm glow of contentment stole over him and for the first time in a very long time he felt truly…happy. Only the specter of losing her dimmed the moment and his arms tightened around her as if he would never let her go.
“Finally,” he murmured, “finally, my love.”
* * * *
Selene waited for feelings of disgust and shame to come over her but that just didn’t happen. She had just had sex with two men within a twenty-four hour time frame. A woman would be called a slut or a whore for that. The name Denny had called her mother every chance he got. Like it or not, Selene had taken a lot of that in subconsciously. Yet…at the moment she just didn’t care because she was happy. From the moment she rose from the bed all achy and well-loved and took a long soak in a bath an incredible feeling of well-being had stolen over her. Even when she had come down to have breakfast with Jac and Remy, there had been no “morning-after” awkwardness. If
anything, a relaxed air had pervaded the house, along with lots of laughing and playful stolen kisses either from Jac or Remy. She’d reveled in the accidental touches and contented quiet looks from either or both of her lovers.
Now she sat in Remy’s huge Humvee heading into the town of Clay Parish, her bodily wedged comfortably between their muscled frames. Over cooling cups of coffee Remy had announced they needed to make a grocery run and in moments they had all piled in for a trip to town.
“Now you finally get to see the infamous ‘Cray’ Clay.” Remy smiled at her with a wicked gleam in his green eyes. Selene laughed at his teasing tone but it occurred to her that as much as she had heard about Clay she’d never actually been to the town. When they entered the town limits she was embarrassed to admit that she was half expecting a giant red neon sign saying “orgies here.” The rumors about the place had been the background music for much of her childhood. Denny had loved to tell her lurid stories and warnings about the “heathen town.” She’d thought she was above listening to all the bullshit but now that she was actually there she felt the need to keep her eye out for some type of strangeness to appear.
Selene felt the urge to laugh by the time they reached the supermarket. She wished the people of Sparks would come and spend time there because no doubt they would be majorly underwhelmed. So far all she had seen were prettily painted houses and beautifully manicured lawns, including ceramic garden gnomes no less. Not a single orgy in action. All and all it seemed like a quaint little town good enough to grace the cover of Better Homes and Gardens. They all piled out in the supermarket parking lot, which was at the center of a larger cul-de-sac of high-end looking boutique stores.
“We can explore the stores when we come back out, love. I have every intention of taking you shopping.” Jac sidled next to her, his hand at the base of her back. She couldn’t suppress the shiver of sensual awareness at the lightest pressure of his touch. These men had her on erotic tenterhooks all morning, she mused to herself. Little touches here, little nibbles there. They kept her physically aware of them and primed. Not that she was complaining because even now her mind was thinking of ways to maneuver something sensually satisfying in a Humvee.
“We should check out the new candy store. I hear they have pure chocolate sin on glass in there.” Remy ran his hand down along her cheek, eliciting another shiver from her. The Humvee action could definitely happen, she thought, feeling moist heat gather in the crotch of her panties.
“We’ve already indulged in other sinful pastimes. Why hold back now?” Jac tightened his hold at her waist, his fingers inching beneath the edge of her top. Why indeed? Selene silently agreed. She was obsessing over the possibilities which surprised her considering how much “fun” she’d been having in the last twenty-four hours. Luckily the hot bath got rid of a lot of her soreness but how many mind blowing orgasms could one woman take in such a short amount of time before just completely melting into a quivering mass? She looked over her handsome lovers and the thought that came to mind was that they were well worth a little discomfort, too include a meltdown of orgasm proportions.
“Hey Jac, Hey Remy…I haven’t seen you two in one spot for a while. I remember a time when I never saw one without the other.” Selene looked over to see a petite blonde woman walking toward them carrying a squirming little boy, who looked to be about two years old .
“Hey there, Agnes.” Jac and Remy spoke in unison and smiled broadly at the little pixie like woman.
“Who is this lovely lady?” Agnes’s curious gaze focused on Selene with all the subtlety of headlights on bright. The woman practically vibrated with energy and curiosity.
“Selene, this is Agnes Rubidoux and her son, Malcom. She owns the town’s largest and may I say only garden nursery.” Jac’s smile communicated a warm affection for the other woman and Selene couldn’t help the spurt of jealousy that reared its head.
She’s losing her mind, Selene thought ruefully. She’d just had mind blowing sex with the man and already she was jealous of other women talking to him. Despite that she still had to wonder what did she really know about Jac or Remy? It was a fact that they had lovers prior to her but she didn’t relish the idea of meeting them. Despite Selene’s inner musings she smiled brightly and responded in kind to Agnes. The other woman was oblivious to any of Selene’s darker thoughts and continued on chatting sunnily while trying to keep hold of the squirming child in her arms. Selene felt a little pang watching Agnes cuddle the baby against her in that protective way that only a mother could. Having children had never really been on Selene’s to do list. Well…it had but somewhere on the bottom of the list below financial security and career choices but watching Agnes now made her think…maybe.
“Now we fully expect you two to bring her along to the crab boil this weekend. Sid and Carl have set it in their heads to make the largest crab feed this side of the Mississippi. They even managed to book their friends from that band in New Orleans. The Night Flyers, I think.” Remy slipped an arm around Selene’s waist, pulling her back against him.
“We’d love to come,” he said, leaning down to brush his lips across Selene’s cheek in an absentminded proprietary way that spoke possessive volumes and she still felt Jac pressing in close from her side. They might as well have jumped on loud speaker and announced their relationship to the town. Selene felt her face flush with embarrassment but continued to just smile, her mind racing.
Despite the fact Jac and Remy were practically all over Selene, Agnes just continued to smile openly although the flare of curiosity in the woman’s eyes had gone to a full blown inferno. Selene felt trepidation take the place of the warm glow she’d been sporting since they’d left the house that morning. Suddenly things were feeling complicated. She knew that she was leaving. She had to. Didn’t she? That was the plan from the beginning. Now best laid plans were being sidelined by two lovers and PDA displays that practically screamed permanence. There was a life and a great job waiting for her back in Seattle. She didn’t want to give that up. Some of her discomfort must have shown on her face because she saw Agnes’s smile dim a little and her eyes narrow just slightly.
“Sheriff, we’d just about been ready to call you. We thought we’d needed a search and rescue party to find Aggie.” Two tall muscular built men were walking toward them from the direction of the super market. Selene had to take a double take because they were by far a couple of the most attractive men she’d seen, well...since Remy and Jac that is. Once they reached them quick introductions were made. Carl Landau, who was the lighter in coloring with sun bleached blonde hair and openly friendly hazel eyes, was part owner of the plant nursery with Agnes. Sid Rubidoux was dark like Jac and Remy but his eyes were startling slate gray that stood out from the dark tan of his skin. Where Carl seemed the friendly boy next door, Sid was the watchful quite one. The men were like night and day but as they stood next to Agnes, they seem to complement each other in a way that went far deeper than the surface. Selene surmised Sid was Agnes’s husband but both men seem to crowd protectively around Agnes as if she and the child she was holding were the most important things in the world.
Selene noticed that all three of them were wearing wedding bands on their third fingers but only Sid and Agnes shared the name Rubidoux. This must be where the “Cray” Clay thing comes in, Selene thought. Malcom had enough of being held and squirmed from his mother’s arms to get to the ground. For a moment he was free and tried to make a break for it but Carl swept him back up in his arms and the little boy let loose with giggles as if this was a game they played often. It was obvious that Carl was very much a part of the family unit. Selene remembered her conversation with Jac about how Clay Parish came about and started their unorthodox marriage traditions.
Selene was struck by the resemblance between Malcom and Carl, both blonde with sunny smiles. He could very well be the boy’s father but beyond resemblance either man could claim paternity. Sid looked on with a paternal love that made Selene’s heart
squeeze. She could see the truth as plain as day. It didn’t matter who the boy’s father biologically was because both men would have claimed him and it was obvious that both men did. In that moment Selene envied the little boy for all the love he was receiving just for being alive. She’d had no father figure and the person who should have been had been too drunk to give a shit.
Suddenly Jac’s cell phone rang and he pulled it from his pocket. He uttered a soft apology to the group and stepped away to take the call. Selene half listened to the conversation going around her but her attention kept straying to Jac. His stance had gone rigid while he spoke, his voice becoming stilted. His gaze met hers and Selene knew instantly that something was terribly wrong. Her heart started thudding in her chest with the onset of anxiety. She saw him end the call and gesture for her to come to him. Immediately she stepped away from Remy and walked to him. The grim look in his blue eyes said something was indeed terribly wrong.
“Selene, that was a friend of mine over at Sparks fire and rescue. He knows I have an interest in what’s going on over there in Sparks and he thought I should know that someone set fire to your Aunt Felicity’s house.”