“Spencer and I will take it slow.” He climbed onto the bed, settling in the center and lying down. “Now sit on my face and let me get you loosened up.”
She didn’t hesitate. How could she, with an invitation like that?
Jack lapped at her pussy lips with a flat tongue several earth-quaking times before poking it past her folds and into her hole. Then she felt a new drip of wetness pour from within her. He’d already inserted a well-lubed finger into her ass and begun to rotate it in a tight circle. The sensations hit her in the face, making her flush from her head to her core. He pulled his finger out and another entered the tight ring of muscle serving sentry at her darkest portal. This time Spencer’s finger burrowed inside to the knuckle. The burn was fleeting, giving way to a dull but persistent swell of pleasure. He twisted it a few times and pulled free. Again Jack pushed his digit inside and withdrew. All the while his talented mouth continued its tour of her pussy, licking and slurping up the juices she poured. The pleasure he induced relaxed her, made her ass more pliable and increasingly more receptive to his prodding finger. Then Spencer inserted two fingers and Jack switched hands, adding two of his own inside her pussy while he lapped and sucked on her clit.
“Oh…God.” She was panting by now.
Spencer scissored his fingers. “I think she’s ready.”
Ready as she would ever be. “Please. Put it in. I want you inside me, Spence. I need to feel you there.”
“Slow and easy, baby, remember?” He pressed his cockhead to her anus and fire spread out from the source. “Ah…you are so tight.”
“Oh, it burns.”
Jack rolled from under her and took hold of her ass cheeks, spreading them. “When the burn subsides, I want you to ease back onto his cock, just a little at a time.”
She braced herself.
“No, no, baby. Relax.” Jack’s hand dropped from her butt and rubbed her clit. Her body responded, turning to honey at his efforts.
She bore down on Spencer’s cock, taking him a little deeper. “That’s it, baby. You have the whole head now,” Jack said. “It should start feeling like heaven any minute now.” He rubbed her clit furiously.
“Mmmm…yes. More.”
Spencer took her hips and rocked forward. She felt his hairy thighs brush the back of hers as he buried himself to the hilt.
“Oh fuck, that looks sexy as hell. I have to get some of that pussy, baby,” Jack said, and he tucked his head back under her already trembling body. He slid two fingers into her vacant hole and drank down every drop she poured, lapping at her clit and scooping her juices with a curved tongue.
Spencer drove into her without caution. He no longer had to worry; Rory was giddy with pleasure, calling for him. “Fuck me, Spence. Oh God, fuck me!”
A volcano was awakening inside her, promising an eruption that would rock her world. She bit her lip and focused on the slap of Spencer’s balls, the spinning of her head, the throbbing in her clit, and the heat, oh the sudden, liquid heat in her ass.
“I’m coming, baby! Take all of it,” Spencer cried out and Rory shuddered with her own convulsions, milking his cock with her pulsing embrace.
He pulled out. “Can you take Jack now, baby? He’s got to feel you.”
She could hardly form words, but managed to say, “Hurry.”
“Suit me up, Spencer. In my jeans.” From his position at the edge of the bed, Jack reached up and took hold of her waist, pulling her against his rigid staff as he planted his feet firmly on the floor. She took hold of his cock, stroking the smooth length of it in her fist. “Spence, hurry.”
The tearing of foil split the air. They got the condom in place and Jack’s cock lubed up. Not sparing a moment, Jack lifted her onto his cock and slammed home deep as he could go in her ass. She’d thought she would ride him, but knowing Jack, she should have known better. Jack did the fucking; his lover just held on for the ride.
He pulled her legs back and ratcheted his hips at a ravenous speed, sending popping sounds into the air and making her pussy drip slick honey down where they joined. She caught a glimpse of them in the mirror and realized why Spencer was staring so slack-jawed at them. The sight was pure eroticism, her breasts swayed and bobbed to the will of Jack’s relentless rhythm, her pussy raised high into the air for full inspection and Jack’s cock ramming into her from underneath. Spencer took his rapidly swelling cock and placed the shaft against her soaking wet cunt with the thunderous way Jack stroked into her ass providing all the friction they needed for the maximum effect.
“I’m going to blow, I don’t know if I can wait for you, princess.”
“Oooohh, it’s right there, don’t stop!” He didn’t. She watched him in the mirror, his eyes squeezed shut, his teeth bared like a dangerous animal, and it made her indescribably proud to know that she’d brought him to such a point of desperation. The mere idea took her over the edge and she gushed with the power of her climax all over Spencer’s balls.
“Yeah, that’s my girl,” Spencer said, bending over and laying a kiss on her lips, just as Jack let himself fall apart inside her.
“Ah…ahhh…Rory…fuck.” He sang her name and she floated away on it. To make him feel like that, to know that Spencer was all toothy grins and sweet kisses over it—she couldn’t imagine a better way to make up for lost time.
Chapter Eighteen
“I’m so glad I never got a cat.”
Spencer propped himself up on his elbow and peered at Jack over his pillow. The morning light cut past the shades and made a sharp line across their blankets. “Huh?”
“That poor bastard would have starved by now. I haven’t been home in three days.”
“You’re right. Good thing you don’t have a cat,” Spencer said, letting his thumb wander over Jack’s pouty bottom lip. Rory stirred behind him and threw her leg over his hip. He wrapped it tighter around him and held onto her calf. This was the meaning of heaven.
Jack sighed. “Today. I’ve got to go home today.”
Spencer cocked an eyebrow his way. “What, did you forget to pack something in that canoe you call an overnight bag?”
“Fuck you. That thing is Prada.”
“Prada, shmada.”
Jack smiled at him, but held his ground. “Today, I go home.”
“Yeah, but later. After that run we talked about. Don’t think I’m going to let you weasel out of it.”
“Weasel out of it? The only way you’ll be able to keep up with me is if I put you on a leash.” Jack flashed him that irresistibly smug smirk and Spencer’s cock responded. Or maybe it was the mention of a leash that sent a jolt to his balls.
“You beat me back to the house, Jack, and you can go ahead and put me on a leash, if it will float your boat.”
Jack took a handful of Spencer’s cock and inched in so close that Spencer could feel Jack’s tongue flick at his lips when he spoke. “When I put you on a leash, it won’t be because you said I could.”
Spencer remained completely still, except for the pulsing pressure causing his cock to twitch in Jack’s hand. He waited, and the wait made him hungrier by the second.
Rory stretched behind him, thrusting her arm into the air with a yawn and then letting it float back down over Spencer’s shoulder. “What are you guys talking about? Is Spencer being naughty?”
“He is. That’s usually your job, isn’t it, sweetheart?” Jack said, picking up her hand and kissing her knuckles when it landed near his face.
“That’s because I’m so good at it,” she said, wiggling her index finger over his lips until he accepted it into his mouth.
Spencer watched Jack suck on it as the rhythm he chose matched the strokes on his cock.
“You’re teasing me,” Spencer whispered.
Jack nodded, sucking harder and adding another of Rory’s fingers to his mouth.
“Torturing you is what I was born for. I could very possibly become obsessed with that look on your face.”
What could he say to tha
t? He wasn’t about to admit that he liked being the object of Jack’s obsession. He did what he was supposed to do; he lay back and let Jack torture him, happily.
When the long and winding path to ecstasy met its end, a long, languid trail of seed eased from his aching cock and trickled over Jack’s knuckles.
“I’ll forgive you for coming without permission because you looked so fucking hot.”
Spencer sucked in a much-needed gulp of air. It was all so intense. Every moment with Jack was like having a lightning rod in his chest, all electricity and danger. He knew that feeling, that uncanny and beautifully specific thrill of playing at the edge of safety. The only place he’d felt it before Jack was on the side of a mountain. Spencer shivered a little.
“You two stay here. I’ll put together some breakfast,” Jack said. “I’m sure you can find a way to entertain yourselves.”
Rory dragged her body over Spencer’s, her hot pussy sliding over his thigh. “I’ll bet we think of something,” she rasped playfully in his ear.
He grabbed a handful of her ass, sensing his erection had found new life.
Jack returned only ten minutes later, and stood in the door watching Spencer dive into Rory from behind. He held a tray of yogurt and fruit, a small stack of buttered toast, and some juice. Setting down the light breakfast on the dresser made the dishes clamor and caught both of their attentions, interrupting their groove.
He took a seat in a cozy reading chair just a step away and snatched an apple from the tray. “Go on. Let me watch you.” The sight of them together was something special to enjoy. He watched Spencer’s ruby lips curl into an amused smirk, taking Rory’s supple hips in his strong hands and pounding into her with a single deep stroke. She gasped and purred, then blew a kiss at Jack as he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees.
They were sexy as all hell. No one had ever captured Jack’s interest the way they did. Crazy as it seemed, he just wanted to admire their beauty and imagine that they belonged to him, to savor the way Spencer’s chest flexed with exertion, the elegant arch of Rory’s back as she met his thrusts. She panted and cooed for him and began a chant to his rhythm: “Yes, yes, yes, yes…”
Jack rubbed his cock in his boxer briefs and peeled the waistband away to expose the tip of his swollen head, wet with a generous drop of precum. He circled his thumb over it, drew a long string of the clear stuff from it, and wiped it on his tongue. Rory licked her lips.
“You want some of this too, princess?”
She nodded excitedly. Spencer seemed to be rendering her speechless as he continued to slap hard and heavy into her pussy. How could he refuse her? He grinned and stood up, shunting his underwear down to his thighs and tossing the half-eaten apple in the trash. She opened wide for him without a word. Her tongue jutted forth, flat and inviting. Fisting his cock, he slid it into that pretty little mouth, and felt himself surge at the sensation. He bet she’d never had two cocks filling her at once before he’d come into her life. Some might say that he’d done an excellent job at corrupting her. Only he hoped she didn’t see it that way. The way she took him deep—eyes staring up at him, so eager to please—she didn’t look corrupted at all. He cupped her cheek and rolled his hips in time with Spencer’s strokes. To Jack, she was the most beautiful creature on the planet.
Spencer slammed into her and stilled. “Yeah…oh…here it comes.” He forced the words through his bared teeth.
Jack reached forward and palmed the back of Spencer’s head, tipping him closer with a firm tug and crushing their mouths together. Spencer moaned against his tongue, finding Jack’s hand and placing his own on top.
Rory began to hum around his cock, her small hand desperately seeking purchase on Jack’s body. She trembled beneath them as if an electric pulse ravaged her.
A spark shot straight from his balls and out the tip of Jack’s cock, bringing him to orgasm instantly. From both ends they filled Rory up, and their kiss deepened while she took everything they had.
And then she collapsed onto her belly and rolled over, legs and arms tossed about and a giant grin spread over her face.
“Now that looks like a happy girl,” Jack said, and dropped to the mattress next to her. Spencer snuggled up behind her and kissed her neck with a few lazy pecks. “You two work up an appetite?”
“Feed me,” Rory said with a breathless chuckle.
Spencer joined her. “Me too.”
And so Jack happily got up to give his two beauties exactly what they needed.
* * *
An hour later Spencer sat on the porch lacing his running shoes up tight. A nice breeze made Rory’s potted mums sway and shimmy. Jack took one look at him and winked. Then he bounded down the steps and took off. Spencer caught his foot on the leg of the teak chair when he catapulted himself off the seat. Jack turned his head only to laugh at him before digging in and speeding off. There was no way to know where the chase would take them, but Spencer knew he would chase Jack, wherever he was running to.
Spencer pulled a deep breath of crisp November air into his lungs and pumped his arms in time with his legs. There was no way in hell Jack was going to leave him in the dust. Hanging a right at the corner brought them barreling toward the main road. By then Spencer was licking at his heels. He wanted to reach out and smack his ass, but thought better of it. Not on the main road, where someone could see. He barely had a handle on what was happening between them himself; he couldn’t even imagine explaining it to someone else.
When the cashier at the drug store waved at him from the window, he acknowledged her with a stiff nod and a smile. Every morning she chatted him up while he paid for the Daily News. What would she think if she knew the truth about him? Or the guy who pumped his gas next door. What would they say if they knew about his irrefutable addiction to the man jogging next to him? About their habit of sharing his girlfriend? Something cracked in Spencer’s chest as the thought passed through his head, and he hated himself for it. Christ, what did it matter? Why did he care what they thought? Why was he thinking about any of this at all?
The truth was, guys smacked each other on the ass all the time when lots of sports-induced adrenaline was involved. It reinforced friendships, connoted respect. But this was different. They weren’t just friends. Just friends didn’t fuck you in the ass and suck you dry. Just friends didn’t make your stomach flip-flop when they walked into the room. If he smacked his ass, everyone would be able to see it for exactly what it was: an excuse to touch him.
There was only one other person who had ever brought him to the point of that kind of compulsion, who made him yearn for their touch, their presence. But with Rory, he didn’t need to hold back. He could love her openly, gratuitously. Again, something twisted in Spencer’s heart. He’d been able to fall in love with Rory without guilt or shame, but he couldn’t seem to shake those feelings with Jack.
Two things became clear at that moment. Spencer knew he was falling in love, and he also knew he was the biggest coward of all.
“Good to see you didn’t blow your load on that sprint down the block,” Jack said with a mischievous smirk as they rounded the next corner.
“Wouldn’t have pegged you for a cheater, Jack,” Spencer retorted. “Bet you didn’t think I would catch up to you?”
“Nah, I knew you had it in you.” Jack smiled at him and it looked like he would lean in for a kiss.
Spencer took off. “We’ll see who still has some gas left,” he yelled over his shoulder, dipping into the park at the next corner and doubling back toward the house after rounding the pond. The whole route wouldn’t add up to more than two miles, not exactly a heavy workout, but Spencer was itching to get off the street and back to their private world. Sure, he’d goaded Jack into joining him for a jog. What he hadn’t considered was what running with Jack would be like. Watching Jack’s lips slip apart and tug at the air, the way his ass looked in his pants, the way his chest muscles flexed with every step under the thin, performance zip-up he wo
re—the whole package had Spencer’s cock twitching, and running with a hard-on was not an option for a whole slew of reasons.
Halfway back to his street, Spencer heard the grind of small pebbles on pavement behind him and the shuffle-swish of performance wear gaining from the rear.
“Home stretch,” Jack said, through heavy puffs of breath into Spencer’s ear. Then Jack delivered a wallop across his ass, cracking loudly and leaving a stinging heat searing where the cold November air had set in. As Spencer watched Jack dart out in front of him, he couldn’t contain his amusement. Talk about irony.
A car rolled by at a lazy speed while a chill wind blew newly fallen leaves against the chain-link fence. A chunky black Lab rambled down from his front stoop, barking and complaining that they’d disturbed his nap. They had half a mile left, tops, to the house. Spencer could only think about leashes.
Chapter Nineteen
“Dad?” Rory peered out over his shoulder to see his new car parked at the curb. “What are you doing here?”
“Morning, honey. This came to the house for you yesterday in the mail. No return address, though.” He handed her a parchment envelope, sealed with fancy wax.
“Mmm. Wonder what it is?” She opened the door wider and stepped aside to let him in. “You didn’t have to drive all the way over here, you know. I’d have picked it up next time I stopped by.”
He shrugged. “No big deal. Gave me a reason to get my new wheels out on the highway.” He looked around, as though he didn’t really know where to put his eyes.
Rory put the envelope on the coffee table and sat down. “Everything OK, Dad?”
He shifted his weight, scuffing his heel on the wooden floor. His brow furrowed and then one eyebrow lifted in her direction. “Saw Spencer taking a run outside, round the corner over on Oak.” There was a pause. “He has a new friend there, I see.”
Rory stiffened. “Ah, yeah. Jack. He’s a friend of ours.”
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