OverTime (The Dartmouth Cobras Book 9)

by Bianca Sommerland

  He didn’t mind seeing her with one at all, but Justina was still struggling to come to terms with her sexuality. With what she’d heard at the club about a bisexual woman committing to two men being some kind of betrayal, she shied away from claiming the label at all. The ‘acceptance’ in the community was often limited to those who fit into a neat little box. And because of him, Justina didn’t.

  She still hadn’t found her place, still wasn’t sure she had one. Except with him and Ian. Exploring her desires wasn’t a priority for her, but she did enjoy his games.

  The question was, did she enjoy them for him? Or for herself?

  An answer he knew she didn’t have, but they would find it together. Until then, he loved how willing she was to try new things with him and their man. Expanding the game to include others wasn’t important.

  He cupped her cheek and observed the heat in her eyes, behind the uncertainty. He’d have to push her a bit to get her comfortable with the toy, but once she was, she wouldn’t need Chicklet. She might want what the Domme could teach her, but learning from a place of confidence would be better for her.

  Better for them all.

  “Go to our room, Ian. Kneel by the bed. Naked. And wait for us.” He was pleased when Ian didn’t hesitate. His man needed control taken from him. Completely. A few moments alone would give him time to get into the zone he craved. And give Shawn time to get Justina into another zone. One she was less familiar with. He stroked his thumb along her jaw. “This whole thing scared you. Becky’s instructions helped.”

  “It did. Because I didn’t know what to do. I needed you here.” Justina wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “But you were with someone else, and I get it. You helping Cort didn’t bother me, but…but I was waiting. Doing what I was sure of. I could make him laugh. Get him not so fucking terrified he’d be taken away from us. Even though I know he might be and I know there’s something eating at you and I don’t know what I can do to help you both. It’s not fair to expect you to take this all on alone.”

  “I’m not.” He’d be fine not saying more. There was only so much he could say. But he didn’t keep secrets from Justina. Or Ian, though full disclosure to him could wait. “Ford is dealing with something I dealt with. Not to that extreme, so don’t worry, but enough that he needed to face it. Like you forced me to when…when I didn’t want to see how wrong what happened to me was. But I do now. And I’m okay because of you.” He pressed his lips to her forehead. “I am okay. I don’t know how long this will fuck with me, but I will tell you. I swear.”

  She inclined her head slightly. Then wrinkled her nose. “You asked me to try a strap-on. On you. I don’t know if doing it with him is…is gonna work.”

  “Why not? You have me to make sure you fuck him hard. He wouldn’t be able to guide you like I can.” Shawn let out a soft laugh at the doubt in her eyes. “He’ll love it because it’s you. And it’s me. And then you’ll have the experience to feel good about fucking a man who’s had women leave him bow-legged.”

  “Women like Chicklet?”

  “She hasn’t had the pleasure yet. You know I’d have told you.”

  “I know, but…”

  “If it makes you feel better, I don’t object to DP.”

  “Holy, fuck, Shawn. Have you seen the size of your dildos?”

  “Yes.”

  “I love you, but you may be insane.”

  “I’m adventurous. Raif asked me to give him tips on anal fisting. I am simply making sure the exchange is on equal terms.” Shawn smirked at the shock in Justina’s eyes. He hadn’t completely numbed her to the extremes. Good to know. “Baby, you don’t really mind me using your pussy to have that man’s dick in my mouth, do you?”

  “Now I know you’re trying to see if I’ll set some limits.” She drew away from him and put her hands on her hips. “Why would I? If I was jealous I’d be gone already. If Chicklet will fuck you with me, I’m game. But we both know Raif only wants Ian to see how you’ll react.”

  “And how will you react?”

  “They’d be hot. And I know at the end of the night he can’t sleep without me and his Transformer pillow. Unless you’re there. Then the pillow ends up on the floor.” Justina gave him a knowing smile. “Next test, or are you done?”

  “I’m done, but you’re a very good student…” He slid his arm around her waist, kissing her neck before leading her to the bedroom. “What would you think of some role-play?”

  “Before or after the next orgy? Because I need some time to recover.” She shot him a sly smile, proving, once again, that she was the perfect woman for him in every way. No matter what he suggested, she wouldn’t freak out. She’d simply let him see for himself when he’d reached his own limits, trusting him not to go too far.

  She’d be up for all he’d suggested, but he wasn’t sure how much of her he wanted to share anymore. Maybe he would take Ramos’s lead and be greedy for a while.

  Not like Shawn didn’t have plenty of entertaining ideas to keep things interesting right here.

  Leaving Justina for a moment, he went to her room to grab the black box. When he returned to their shared bedroom, he stood in the doorway for a moment, his dick growing even harder as Justina pulled a black silk negligee over her naked body. A simple glimpse of her beautiful curves, the swell of her hips, her breasts which filled his hands so perfectly, with hard nipples that were so sensitive he could bring her to orgasm with the right amount of attention using only his lips and his very talented tongue. Her pretty pussy was left bare, exposed when she moved the right way and he let out a soft moan at a glimpse of the neatly trimmed bush she’d left covering her mound.

  She’d waxed out of habit, but when he’d mentioned how much he loved the feel of soft pubic hair she’d admitted she hated getting it removed. But she’d enjoyed having him tend to her after she’d let it grow in, keeping it just short enough so it wouldn’t irritate her or show around the tiny little outfits she wore for photoshoots with the other Ice Girls.

  By the bed, Ian rested on his knees, his eyes on Justina as well. He seemed calmer, all his thick muscles relaxed, his hands on his thighs, his dick erect, glistening with precum at the tip. His shoulder length hair was now bound at the nape of his neck, making his strong jaw and sharp cheekbones even more pronounced. He was more classically handsome than Shawn, with rugged good-looks he wasn’t even aware of, but it was the bare honesty in his eyes, the way he wore his heart on his sleeve and saw the world in such an unjaded way, that made him the most beautiful man Shawn had ever known. He’d loved Ian from the beginning, so much that it fucking scared him sometimes.

  His love for Justina had caught him off-guard, but grown just as strong in its own way. She had Ian’s positive outlook, but was more realistic, taking in the good with the bad and finding the strength to get through it all. She cared so much about people, giving all she had without asking anything in return. Being with her made Shawn want to be a better man.

  And also made him see he wasn’t as bad as he’d liked to pretend.

  But he never let himself take them for granted. He knew better than either of them how life could change from one moment to the next and take everything that was good and destroy it. He still couldn’t believe this amazing relationship they had together could last, but he’d do his best to make sure it did. Which included leaving them feeling his unique…expressions of love for days.

  Stepping farther into the room, he caught Ian’s eye. Ian’s gaze dropped to the box and he shuddered as Shawn placed it on the bed.

  Chuckling, Shawn opened the box and glanced over at Justina. “You’re gorgeous, pet, but you can use this naked.”

  “I know.” Justina took a deep breath and smoothed her hands over the silk covering her. “But if I’m doing something so…so dominant, I need to feel in control. I never do when I’m naked.”

  “Fair enough.” He pulled out the leather strap-on, stroking his finger along the sleek, handmade straps made by a queer coup
le in Portland who owned a company called Switch Leather Co. He was picky about his toys, never mind the ones he bought for his woman. If he had his way, she’d get a lot of use out of it, so quality mattered. “Do you want me to help you get it on?”

  “Please?” Justina frowned as he dropped the straps on the bed. “What are you—”

  “I need to get your dick, my dear.” Shawn grinned as Justina’s cheeks reddened. She might be up for almost anything, but he could still make her blush with the right words. She was too cute, shy about him talking about her dick as she was preparing to use it to fuck their boyfriend. “Which would you prefer? Purple? Black? The rainbow one with the extra-wide head?”

  Her brow shot up. “A rainbow one?”

  “Not the rainbow one.” Ian shifted uncomfortably where he remained on his knees and frowned at Shawn. “I thought you got that as a joke.”

  “Actually, I got it for myself, but I don’t mind sharing.”

  “Don’t tease him, Shawn. You’re not the one doing this.” Justina swatted Shawn’s shoulder, then stepped up to Ian’s side, running her fingers through his hair and tugging it loose as she bent down to kiss him. “And you don’t have to do this.”

  Her words had Shawn’s throat tightening and he had to look away as Ian assured her he wanted to. Shawn had only wanted to keep things light and playful, but Justina needing such clear consent only amplified that sick feeling from the stupid memory deciding to plague him today.

  Justina wasn’t a Domme, she preferred to be submissive, but she had all the qualities of a switch. Accepting the control offered to her, rather than taking it like Shawn did. Both of his lovers enjoyed the deep submission of surrendering to him, of not always having a choice to contemplate, but he didn’t want that. Not now.

  “Shawn?” Justina’s hand closed around his wrist, her touch keeping him with her, rather than lost in all the fucked up shit in his head. Her lips curved into a hesitant smile as he met her level gaze. “I’m good with the black one. But will you help me?”

  “Yes.” He gave himself a little shake, then went to grab the black dildo from his toy box in the closet. After slipping the shaft through the metal loop of the strap-on, he took a knee so Justina could step into the straps.

  The black leather looked amazing against the creamy, light tan of her skin, but when he tightened the straps, Justina bit her bottom lip and ran her hand over the plump flesh at her hips swelling out between the strips. Shawn slid his hand under hers, cupped her ass and pulled her close, taking the length of the dildo in his mouth in one smooth motion.

  Her breath hitched and she trembled as he guided her in a slow fucking motion. Obviously, she couldn’t feel the stimulation the same way he or Ian would, but visuals aroused her almost as much. Mix the two and she was putty in his hands.

  Gazing up at her, he brought his free hand up her inner thigh, trailing his finger along the strap resting close to her mound. As he took the black length of the dildo down his throat, he slipped a finger over her clit, spreading the slickness of her before sliding his finger into her pussy, groaning as she clenched down on him. He added another finger, watching her face flush as she struggled to keep moving with him. She was close, another thrust and she would come apart, but he needed her to share that desperation with Ian.

  He withdrew his fingers, standing quickly and pressing them against her lips as she whimpered.

  “Let me get him ready for you. He’s been such a good boy.” He smiled at her nod, then turned to Ian. “Brace your hands on the end of the bed.” He waited until Ian was in position, then stepped up behind him. He kissed Ian’s shoulder. Laid a hard slap on his thigh, holding Ian in place with the press of his body when Ian jerked and tried to rise. “I promised you a beating. You’re getting off easy.”

  Fisting his hands on the bed, Ian nodded.

  “Justina, hand me the lube, please.” Shawn moved to stand beside Ian. Waited for him to relax. Then brought his hand down on Ian’s ass hard. His palm stung as he continued, the rhythmic sound of flesh slapping flesh filling the room along with Ian’s deep, panting breaths. This wasn’t a punishment, this was simply adding an edge to Ian’s pleasure. And his own.

  Once Justina handed him the lube, he quickly prepared Ian, his dick throbbing painfully as he curved his fingers inside the warm heat he still craved even after having this man again and again. He rarely denied himself anything he wanted, but sharing Ian with Justina was much more satisfying than a quick fuck. And the expression on her face as she took his place behind their man made delaying his own gratification worth it.

  No matter how often they played together, no matter how many of the games he’d experienced before, somehow, they manage to keep things fresh. Exciting.

  “Tell me if I hurt you.” Justina spoke softly, leaning over Ian, running her hands up his chest, then down. She wrapped one hand around his dick, stroking him as she pressed her own fake dick against him. “I won’t be as good as Shawn.”

  “I don’t want you to be like Shawn, babe.” Ian relaxed his fists, turning slightly and reaching out to tangle his hand in Justina’s hair and kiss her over his shoulder. “I need this to be you.”

  As Justina slid into him, Ian pressed back, moving more than he ever did with Shawn. Watching them together was a sweet kind of torture, but Shawn couldn’t look away. This was exactly why things worked between the three of them. He could take Ian hard or gentle, but there was never any doubt as to who was in control. He’d restrain Ian, overpower him completely, and use him in a way they both enjoyed.

  But sometimes Ian needed the kind of balance he only found with Justina. Exploring something new, giving and taking, communicating what he wanted as he urged her to do the same.

  Shawn didn’t mind communication. He encouraged it. But he was forced to do a lot more talking when his woman and his man teamed up on him.

  “Need you too, Shawn.” Ian braced himself on one hand and reached out to grab Shawn’s wrist. “Whatever is getting to you…” He shuddered as Justina pressed in deep, wrapping her arms around his waist before going still. “Forget with us. For a little while.” Sweat beaded on Ian’s forehead and his damp hair hung over his eyes, but no matter how much he was enjoying himself, he’d end things if Shawn didn’t join them.

  There was no mistaking the concern in his steady gaze.

  Justina kissed Ian’s back, watched Shawn for a moment, then shot him a crooked grin. “If you’re not in the mood to talk, you know how to keep him quiet.”

  Ian huffed out a laugh, licking his lips in a way that made it impossible for Shawn to simply stand by any longer. He undid his belt and climbed onto the bed, kneeling in front of Ian as he freed his dick. There was still worry in Ian’s eyes, but it faded as he took Shawn into his mouth and Justina began moving against him again.

  The warmth surrounding Shawn, a smooth glide that had him ready to come hard in seconds, made it easy to stay in the moment. To rake his fingers through Ian’s hair and tip his head back so he could thrust in deeper. To murmur softly in approval as Ian relaxed his throat as they’d practiced, while never slowing his movements meeting the snap of Justina’s hips.

  His man was in the zone, but he wouldn’t find release this way. He was too focused on Shawn’s pleasure. Shawn could fuck his mouth for hours, but Justina wouldn’t last that much longer. Chicklet had warned them using the muscles to thrust took some getting used to for a woman who’d never done it before.

  If Justina was going to be sore when this was over, Shawn would damn well take some of the credit.

  Easing away from Ian, Shawn stepped off the bed. He placed his hand on Justina’s hip and she slowed, gasping as he pushed her thighs apart. She’d have a harder time thrusting in this position, but she wouldn’t be doing it alone.

  He grazed his teeth up the length of her throat as he positioned himself against her slick pussy, biting down as he penetrated her, slamming her against Ian. She cried out, already undulating around him, digging he
r nails into Ian’s shoulders as though she needed a solid grip on him to hold herself together.

  A low groan from Ian told Shawn he was close. Not giving either of them time to brace themselves, he moved his hands to Ian’s hips so he had full control, pistoning in and out of Justina’s pussy, driving her into Ian, letting their moans quiet his mind as he brought them to the edge, then over, before finally letting go.

  Pure ecstasy slivered along his nerves, building up at the base of his spine, tightening his balls and bursting out in a strength-stealing rush that had white spotting his vision. His dick was sensitive, Justina’s core clamping down made him wince at the overstimulation, but her moan spurred him on. He eased in deeper, with gentle motions to help draw out her orgasm without torturing himself too much.

  Her breathless laugh was his cue to pull out and help her draw away from Ian. The straps had left stark red marks on her skin, so he quickly undid them, letting the toy fall to the floor. Ian dropped onto the bed, grinning when Shawn picked Justina up and laid her down beside him.

  Retrieving the wipes from his toy box, Shawn quickly cleaned them all, ignoring their whispered protests as usual. This was a comfortable part of his routine, his way of making sure he hadn’t pushed them too far. Hadn’t hurt them in the heat of the moment. Didn’t have to return to reality too soon. Maybe he’d missed something.

  Not that he didn’t trust himself, but he wouldn’t be overconfident either. Mistakes happened.

  Justina had gotten used to his gentle aftercare, but Ian didn’t like Shawn fussing. As Shawn finished up by dabbing some ointment from their night table onto the deep scratches on his shoulders, Ian’s jaw clenched.

  “I’m fine, Shawn. Enough.” Ian sat up and curved his hand around the back of Shawn’s neck. “You only obsess on every little detail like this when something’s wrong. Please just fucking talk to me.”

  Am I being that obvious? He sighed, refusing to voice the question out loud. Ian might miss subtle things, but he knew Shawn better than anyone. And he was worried.