"Fuck, yes," he snarled. "Oh, fuck, yes." He pumped my hips hard and fast against himself, his head thrown back and his eyes closed. His mouth hung open as he panted with effort. I gripped his shoulders and held on tight as my release suddenly ignited from my core and blasted through me. I screamed his name as the wave of pleasure engulfed me, making my pussy clamp down hard on his cock. Jensen's body suddenly convulsed against mine. His cock jerked inside me as he shouted my name and climaxed violently, his arms pulling me tight against his chest.
When we had both calmed, he began peppering my face with kisses, making me giggle. "I love you, baby," he mumbled against my skin. "I fucking love you so much. Thank God you're here."
"I love you," I whispered softly as I smiled, my body feeling warm and languid. "Now take me to bed, I'm tired."
"Yes, ma'am," he said and lifted me up, so I could climb out of the car. I picked up my clothes, but I didn't bother putting them back on. Jensen pulled his pants up and got up out of the seat and stood next to me. I squeaked as he abruptly scooped me up into his arms. "Well how about that," he said with a satisfied smile. "The caveman is back."
"It didn't hurt?" I asked, smiling back at him.
"Nope," he answered, referencing his rib pain. "Not at all."
"Thank God," I said with a dramatic sigh. "I was really getting tired of having to walk myself up the stairs."
"If I have my way, you'll never use the stairs in this house again," he said as he carried me out of the garage. He carried me all the way up to our bed and tucked me in under the covers. He left just long enough to turn all the lights out downstairs, and then crawled naked under the covers with me. He wrapped himself around me, his body a warm solid presence against my back. I sighed in contentment and fell asleep within moments.
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The sight I came home to on Tuesday after work was going to star in my wet dreams for weeks. Jensen and David were both standing next to the Silverado as I pulled into the driveway. They were both covered in sweat from the run they had just gone on. Both men were gorgeous, but my eyes were riveted on Jensen, who was only wearing a pair of black athletic shorts slung low on his hips. Sweat was dripping down his chiseled chest and abs, and my mind was immediately filled with inappropriate thoughts. It took an effort of will to break myself out of my reverie, so I could get out of the car.
"Hi, Syd." David greeted me with a huge grin as I approached them, his blue tank drenched in the sweat that was still pouring out of him.
"Hey, baby," Jensen gasped out as he panted for air. Apparently, the run had been a little rough for him since David didn't seem winded at all.
"How was your run?" I asked them with an amused smile.
"It was great," David replied as glanced over at Jensen with a smirk.
"It fucking sucked," Jensen grumbled. "I'm so fucking out of shape."
"You look pretty good to me," I told him as I eyed him up and down. That got a wry smile out of him, and he looked even hotter. No one could make a smirk look sexier than Jensen. He moved toward me with outstretched arms like he was going to hug me. "Oh, no," I said as I stepped out of his reach. "You keep your nasty sweat away from me."
"What about me?" David asked as he came up next to me, his arms spread wide. "I'm the best friend, don't I get a hug."
"You stay away from me too." I glared as I pointed at him, sidestepping away quickly. "You guys are gross."
"It's just a little sweat, baby," Jensen said innocently as he came up on my other side, trapping me between the two of them and the garage door. "It won't hurt you."
"If you guys come anywhere near me; I won't make dinner," I warned them with a glare.
"Do you think she's serious?" David asked as he glanced at Jensen. "It might be worth the risk."
"Sorry," Jensen said as he raised his hands up in surrender. "It's not worth it. I can't cook for shit."
"Hmm," David said as he rubbed a hand through his beard and looked at me with consideration.
"How bad do you want to starve?" I asked him sternly.
"Okay, fine," he conceded as he stepped aside. I walked past the two of them suspiciously, not turning my back on either of them.
"I get the feeling that she doesn't trust us at all," Jensen told David as he watched me move slowly toward the front door.
"She is acting pretty paranoid," David commented as he shared a knowing smile with Jensen.
Suddenly, the two of them surged toward me. I yanked the door open with a squeal, leapt through the doorway, and slammed the door in their faces. I could hear them laughing on the other side of the door. I pulled the sheer curtain aside and glared at them.
"I'm going to spit in your food," I said as I pointed at them. Jensen lunged forward, but I locked the door before his hand even touched the knob. His grin widened as he reached into the pocket of his shorts, pulled out a set of keys, and dangled them in front of me. "You stop right there, mister," I warned him. "You have a lot more to lose than just dinner."
"And game over," David announced behind Jensen's shoulder. His blue eyes were bright with amusement.
Jensen narrowed his eyes at me, one eyebrow rising. I stared back at him, my expression stern. He leaned in close to the glass, his eyes fixed on mine. "You'll pay for that threat later," he said in a deep voice just loud enough for me to hear. A shiver traveled up my spine. He smiled evilly at my reaction. "Truce, baby. We'll be in a few. We still have to stretch," he told me, his voice returning to normal. I stuck my tongue out at him, and he focused on my mouth then looked up at my eyes with lust darkened eyes that held the promise of payback later. I had a feeling whatever he did to punish me wouldn't be much of a punishment at all. I smile brightly at him then turned and went back upstairs, leaving the door locked out of spite.
A little while later, I was in the kitchen preparing dinner when I heard them coming up the stairs, laughing about something. I smiled to myself, glad that my two favorite men in the world were becoming friends. I turned to look at Jensen as he walked into the kitchen first. He wasn't sweating much anymore, but he still looked absolutely edible. I realized that he was checking me out too, his eyes sliding down my body like a caress. His eyes came up to meet mine, and a warm affectionate smile lit up his face.
"Can I hug you now?" he asked as he approached me.
"I suppose." I smiled back at him. He came up and embraced me. I inhaled and sighed. He smelled like clean sweat and man. It was intoxicating. I glided my hands up the hard muscles of his back and felt him shiver in reaction.
"Where are the towels?" David's voice asked from behind Jensen. Jensen glanced back at him, still holding me.
"They're in the cupboard above the toilet," Jensen replied.
"Thanks," David said and disappeared down the hall. I heard the guest bathroom door close as David went in to use the shower. I looked up to see Jensen smiling down at me.
"Alone at last," he rumbled and kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth roughly. I moaned softly with need. Our lips and tongues moved together briefly before he broke the kiss with a groan. "You taste so good." He hummed with pleasure.
"You smell good," I whispered to him. He ran a hand through my hair as he looked at me, his eyes still wild from our kiss.
"The things I want to do to you," he growled as he shook his head. His other hand grabbed my ass, and he thrust his hips against me. I could feel his erection against me, and I gasped.
"Like what?" I asked breathlessly.
"Let's just say that I want to liven up our sex life."
"How?" I asked suspiciously, wondering what the hell could liven up our crazy sex life and afraid to find out just what he had in mind.
"We'll talk about it later." He gave me a slow sensual smile. "I have to get cleaned up for dinner." He pressed a gentle almost chaste kiss to my lips and stepped away, glancing back at me with a wink as he left the kitchen. I shivered and took a deep breath to calm my riotous libido.
Not long after that David walked int
o the kitchen, clean and dressed in jeans and a red T-shirt. He smiled as I met his eyes, and walked over to watch me pull a homemade pizza out of the oven.
"That looks delicious, Syd," he said as I set it on top of the stove to cool for a bit.
"Thanks." I nodded. "Do you want something to drink?"
"Do you have any beer?"
"No," I said apologetically. "Jensen got rid of all the alcohol in the house. How about an iced tea?"
"That'll work." He pulled out one of the chairs from the kitchen table and sat down. I got two glasses and grabbed the pitcher of tea out of the fridge. I poured tea into both glasses and took them over to the table. I handed David his glass as I took a seat in the chair next to him. I watched him take a large swallow of tea before he set it down on the table. He looked at me with concern. "How are doing, Sydney?" he asked.
"I've been better," I admitted truthfully. I was under a lot of stress, and I knew it, even if I was trying to stay in denial about most of it. "Lauren and I got into another fight yesterday."
"You told her you were moving in with Jensen, didn't you?"
"How did you know I decided to do that?" I asked.
"Sweetheart, you act like this is your home," he said with a warm smile. "That and Jensen told me, but it was inevitable anyway. You guys can't stay away from each other for one night."
"No, we can't," Jensen announced from the kitchen doorway. I looked up to see him smiling at me as he walked into the room. He was dressed in a black T-shirt and cargo shorts. He crossed to the fridge and pulled a can of soda out. "That pizza smells amazing, baby," he said as he sat down next to me, across the table from David.
"I'll cut it and we can eat," I told him with a smile and stood up.
The three of us enjoyed a relaxing meal. Jensen needed that before he got into heavier things with David later. I was cleaning up after dinner when David's phone rang. He left the kitchen to answer it.
Jensen came up behind me and hugged me, pulling me against himself. He nuzzled his face into my hair. He seemed nervous, and I think he was seeking comfort. I know his sessions with David had to be tough.
"Baby?" he asked softly with an edge of desperation in his tone. "Could you stay in the room with me this time? I need you close to me to get through this today."
"Okay." I nodded as I turned in his arms to face him. I cradled his face in my hands and looked into his sad eyes. "Whatever you need. I'll be there for you." I pulled him into a tight hug and felt him sigh in relief. Sometimes I worried about how dependent he was becoming on me, yet I was grateful that he trusted me enough to rely on me this much. It was a huge responsibility, and I hoped I didn't ever let him down.
"Sorry about that," David said as he walked back into the kitchen. "It was my sister."
"Is she okay?" I asked as I stepped back from Jensen's arms.
"Yeah, she's fine," David said with a smile. His twin sister Diana was pregnant, and I know he worried about her. "You ready?" he asked as he turned his attention to Jensen, who reached over and gripped my hand in his.
"Is it alright if Sydney sits with us this time?" he asked David quietly, his eyes unsure.
"Of course." David nodded. "These are your sessions. She can join us anytime you want."
Jensen nodded with relief. He led me out of the kitchen as we followed David, his hand tightening around mine as tension filled his body. I guess he wasn't kidding when he said he needed me close this time. I hoped I'd be able to make this easier for him. I squeezed his hand back reassuringly. Our eyes met as we entered the living room, and his grateful expression made me feel happy I could do this for him.
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David had left a few minutes ago, and Jensen and I were on the couch. I was sitting on one end, and he had just put his head in my lap after laying down next to me. I was absently running my fingers through his hair the way he liked, and listening to his even breathing. It had been a rough session, the panic attack he had gotten through had been a brutal one. So much so that he fled at one point to go to his room. It had hurt to see him rocking back and forth on the floor in a corner, and it had taken a while for me to convince him to go back downstairs with me.
"Well, that fucking sucked," he whispered so quietly that I almost missed it. I snorted out a laugh at his understatement.
"I'm proud of you, baby," I told him as I glided my fingers along his cheek. He sighed at my touch.
"Tell me it will get easier, please," he said as he rolled onto his back and looked up at me with tired eyes. "I feel like my brain was David's fucking punching bag."
"It will." I caressed his forehead. "I promise." His eyes drifted closed, and I leaned forward and kissed his lips softly. He moaned into my mouth and gripped the back of my head in one hand, pulling my lips harder against his. I could feel sudden desire pulsing through me as he moved his mouth deliciously against me, his tongue dancing with mine. It was several long minutes before we broke apart, breathing heavily. "Why don't we go upstairs and have that talk about livening up our sex life?" I suggested seductively. An evil smile flowed across his lips at my suggestion.
"Be careful what you wish for," he growled in a low voice that made my clit start to throb. He sat up, took my hand, and pulled me up off the couch with him. He led me up the steps, and I was tempted to make a comment about him forgetting to carry me, but the dark look in his eyes stopped me. I was starting to get a little nervous about what he had planned.
He led me into our room and stopped next to the bed, turning to face me. He started taking my clothes off, first my scrub top then my pants. His hands glided up from my hips to the sides of my rib cage, and came to rest on my breasts. I felt him thumb my nipples through the thin lace of my bra, and an electric jolt fired from my breasts down to my clit.
Jensen reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, pulling it off of me. He leaned down, bringing his mouth to my right nipple. His soft lips engulfed the tip, and his tongue flicked across it several times, making me gasp with pleasure. I watched him pull away and turn his attention to my left nipple, repeating what he had done to the other. Another jolt pulsed down to my clit.
He straightened and pulled his T-shirt off, throwing it aside. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled me toward him. I climbed onto his lap straddling his hips and facing him. His hands burrowed into my hair, and he kissed me again, the long languid movements of his lips and tongue making me tremble with need.
"You're mine," Jensen said in a low growl as he leaned back. His hands slid down to grip my ass and pull my pelvis against his. His erection pressed against me through his shorts, and I moaned, grinding my hips into him. "I want to be inside every part of you." His eyes were dark and feral as his hand slid under the waistband of my panties, his fingers gliding gently down between the cheeks of my ass until one of them lightly touched the tight little hole there. "Every part of you," he repeated, his eyes filled with need. "Do you understand?"
"Yes," I whispered breathlessly as I watched his eyes.
"Have you done that before?" he asked me, his voice rough with desire. I nodded in reply, feeling embarrassed now. "Did you like it?"
"I..." I trailed off and looked away, feeling myself blush. He took my chin in one hand and turned my face back to his. His green eyes burned into me. They were luminous with lust and desire.
"You liked it, didn't you?" he asked as a corner of his mouth lifted into an amused smile. I tried to look away again, but he held my chin firmly in place. "Don't be embarrassed, baby. You should never be embarrassed about anything with me." He leaned forward and kissed me sweetly. "I liked it too, and I want to fuck that tight little ass of yours." His whispered confession against my lips made me shiver. "Do you want me to do that?"
"Y...yes," I whimpered as I unconsciously wiggled my hips against him, making him moan.
"We'll take it slow, so it feels good. Okay?" His voice was soothing and so sexy.
"Okay." I licked my lips.
He groaned as he watche
d my mouth, then kissed me, hard and fierce this time. He abruptly rolled us onto the bed until I was underneath him, the weight of his body on mine filling me with pleasure. He slid my panties off while still kissing me. I dug my fingers into his hair pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. God, I wanted him. I always wanted him, and I'd never get enough.
He moved his hand down between my thighs, and brushed his fingers across my wet folds. "Oh, baby. You're so wet." He moaned as he found my clit with his middle finger, slowly circling it with his fingertip. I lifted my hips up to encourage him, wanting more. His finger moved faster as my breath caught in anticipation. I could feel the pressure of my release building higher and higher, filling me up until it exploded out of me in a rush. The pleasure streaked through me, making my back arch and a low moan escape my lips into his. "You're so gorgeous when you come, baby," he whispered against my lips.
He sat up and flipped me over onto my stomach, pulling my ass into the air until I was on my knees and forearms. He knelt behind me and ran his hands up my back and then down to my ass. "You have the most perfect ass I have ever seen, baby." He growled as he kneaded his fingers into my ass cheeks. He pulled his hands away, and I heard him undo the zipper of his shorts. I tensed in anticipation and just a little fear. He placed a gentle hand on my back. "Easy, I'm going to warm you up. I want to be inside that sweet pussy of yours first."
The bed moved as he crawled off the mattress. I looked to the side and watched him lower his shorts and boxers, and step out of them. My eyes moved down to stare at his penis. It was so hard, the veins practically pulsing, and I wanted him inside me so badly that I whimpered. I watched as he opened a drawer in his nightstand, and pulled out a tube of lubricant. He placed it in on the bed next to me. I met his eyes, and saw pure desire and need in them. I realized that I wanted all of him, and I wanted to give all of me to him too. I trusted him to give me what I needed.
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