Tracy moaned, and arched, and Jordan used his lips to grasp her clit and suck it into his mouth.
“Oh, God!” She let go of Peter’s kiss and his cock and fell back against the pillows, her body bowed taut, as the first waves of release pummeled her. Jordan kept sucking, and stroking in and out with his fingers, urging her orgasm on until finally, he felt her begin to come down.
Peter reached over to the bedside table and picked up a condom. He tore the wrapper off with his teeth. “Let go, babe, so I can prepare you.”
Jordan released him and got up on his knees so Peter could more easily reach him. He closed his eyes on a moan as Peter stroked his cock, two rough and ready caresses, and then slid the latex protection in place.
“Just one more thing.” Peter leaned forward and kissed him a fast but deep, tongue-dueling kiss. As he eased back, he licked a bit of Tracy’s juices from his face. Then he looked down at their woman and said, “Yummy.”
Jordan’s gaze met Tracy’s, and his heart bumped at the expression of excitement on her face as she watched Peter’s actions. If a part of him had still doubted she could really accept his bisexual nature, he doubted no more. Peter reclined back beside their woman, his eyes glittering as he eased Tracy’s left leg over both of his, opening her even wider. He stroked her, and Tracy closed her eyes and sighed.
They hadn’t discussed Tracy beyond the vague agreement that they were both attracted to her. Despite that, it felt to Jordan as if Peter gave her to him, offering her virginity to him. He’d never been offered a more precious gift.
Jordan moved slowly, on hands and knees, until he tented her. “Tracy? Open your eyes, sweetheart. Look at me.”
* * * *
Tracy opened her eyes, her entire body still trembling in the aftermath of her climax. Jordan ranged above her, his gaze fierce, his face glistening wet from her juices and Peter’s kiss.
“I want to look at you when I take you.” He lowered himself and rubbed his latex-covered cock on her damp pussy.
He felt hot and huge against her, and even though she’d just come better than she’d known she could, her arousal stirred anew. As Jordan nudged her, she instinctively rolled her hips in response, rubbing against him in turn. The lips of her pussy opened, and she shivered with the amazing feeling of cradling his turgid cock between them.
“You test my control, sweetheart. I’ll go as easy as I can, Tracy, but this first time, it might hurt a bit.”
Only inches separated her mouth from his, and she could smell herself and Peter on him. The scent just added more fuel to her libidinous fire. She wanted to taste them together, but there was something she wanted even more. “I don’t care if it hurts. Do it. Damn it, Jordan, please, I’ve waited so long to feel you inside me.”
“Demanding little thing, aren’t you? Okay, baby. Hang on to me, and say good-bye to your virginity.”
“I’d rather say hello to your cock.”
Jordan’s grin flashed, and then he lowered his face to hers and brushed his lips gently against hers, as if he wanted permission to kiss her this way.
She stretched up and gave him her mouth. The flavor of the three of them together stirred her, affected her in a way she’d never have guessed would be possible. This was real, this was honest and real, and finally, finally happening.
His tongue wooed hers, and she wound her arms around him, reveling in the freedom to run her hands down his back, then up and into his hair to hold him close.
Jordan moved just slightly, and his cock, which he’d been rubbing so teasingly over her clit between her labia, nudged forward, found her vagina, and began to enter her.
She felt her flesh stretching to admit him, felt the way he trembled above her as he kept his penetration slow and gradual. He was being careful with her, and she appreciated it, but she’d rather he just take her and wondered if she could get him to do just that. So Tracy wrapped her legs around his waist and tilted her hips, trying to force his cock deeper.
Jordan slipped one hand under her bottom, and bore down on her in one solid, smooth thrust.
She didn’t mean to cry out. She’d expected the sting, but the sharpness of it, along with the force of his entry, took her by surprise.
Jordan stilled immediately. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
His apology was instant, and she could hear genuine remorse in his voice. As far as she was concerned, he had no need to be sorry. “I’m not.” It hurt a bit more than she’d anticipated, but already that pain was easing. Jordan said nothing to that, just waited. Peter reached over and gently wiped the single tear she’d not been aware she’d shed.
“I won’t move until you tell me to, sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you any more than I already have.”
“The pain is already fading, Jordan, I promise. You won’t hurt me. Give me more. Give me all.”
He bent down and kissed her, a gentle, chaste kiss. And then slowly, gently, he withdrew almost all the way out, and then surged into her again.
Tracy hadn’t lied. The sting vanished almost immediately. As Jordan began to thrust, she shivered in delight at the sensation of fullness within her. On each inward thrust, his cock touched something inside that made her entire body tingle.
Beads of sweat appeared over his corded neck muscles. The sight drew her, and she stretched up and licked him. The salty, musky flavor thrilled her, and she did it again.
“Jesus, Tracy, you make it hard for a man to hold on to his control.”
Tracy moved her hips against his thrusts, rubbing the top of her slit, and her clitoris, against the hair that nested Jordan’s cock. “So don’t hold on to your control. Let it go. I want it all.” She smiled at him and contracted her pelvic floor muscles tightly around his cock.
“Jesus!”
Jordan’s growl, as his control snapped, kicked her arousal so high she thought she’d come before he did. His thrusts evolved into fast and deep plunges. Tracy felt another kind of twinge as his cock nudged her cervix. It never occurred to her to complain because those tiny spasms of almost-pain just added to the indescribable excitement rushing through her. Jordan, impassioned, lit her fires and stole her breath. So she held on to him, thrust up, and gave him all that she was.
She felt him tremble in her arms as he raced for his orgasm. When his cock began to convulse, when he held himself deep and shouted, sweet satisfaction rolled through her. She had given him this pleasure. The joy of the moment grew so huge it threw her over the edge into a free fall of rapture.
The spasms shivered through her and reminded her of ocean waves, one upon another upon another. Jordan collapsed on her as he struggled for breath, and here she discovered another joy. To cradle a man between her thighs and on her body after giving him sexual release filled her with the sweetest sense of accomplishment she’d ever known.
“My, Ms. Jessop, it appears you pack a serious wallop. You’ve positively wrecked my lover.” Peter’s words brushed her ear. She felt her grin grow huge then turned her head to look at him.
“You’re next.”
Jordan raised himself on his arms and gazed down at her. “First time, and already you’re cocky.”
She squeezed her pelvic floor muscles again. “Yes, but not as cocky as I was just a few minutes ago, apparently.”
Jordan looked over at Peter. “Did I mention that ‘smart-ass’ is a Jessop family trait?”
“So it’s not just restricted to Kendalls, then,” Peter said.
Tracy giggled. She hadn’t known there could be post-coital laughter. How wonderful that was!
“You lay still for a moment, sweetheart, and let me take care of you,” Jordan said. He bent down and kissed her.
Tracy responded, her tongue dancing with his, his flavor drenching her, relaxing and revving her at the same time.
He ended the kiss much too soon then eased off her. Her gaze followed him as he entered the adjoining en suite bathroom.
Peter ran a finger from the valley between her breasts to he
r navel. She met his gaze and smiled.
“Are you sore, sweetheart?”
“Maybe a little.” She couldn’t see the sense in lying about it. A distinct tenderness had taken residence up inside her between her legs. But if Peter thought that was going to prevent her from having him, he could think again.
Jordan returned. He’d disposed of the condom and carried a washcloth and towel. She felt herself blush when he tended her, the sight of the pink on the cloth mute testimony to her lost virginity.
“We’ll give you a hot bath later,” Jordan said.
“Water sports?” Tracy was a Jessop, after all. Practically every house in Lusty featured oversized showers, tubs, and Jacuzzis. She’d always figured there was a really good reason for that.
Jordan laughed. “Yes, there will be water sports. But not tonight. The bath will help ease your discomfort.”
“I’m not that sore.” Tracy put every bit of conviction she could muster into that statement.
“I’m very glad to hear that.” Peter’s voice tickled her ear.
She turned toward him, and he captured her lips with his. He tasted different from Jordan, yet just as good. Her heart sped from the reality of having his mouth on hers, and her inner muscles clenched in response to the sensation of his hands stroking her breasts.
“Huh.” Tracy sensed that Peter was going to be overly gentle with her. She needed to nip that instinct in the bud. She wanted him as she’d wanted Jordan—completely and without reservation.
“Huh, what?” Peter kissed the shell of her ear as his hand continued to caress her.
“That bit of achy-soreness between my legs just turned into an achy-emptiness.” Complete truth, and how could she have guessed at all the different ways her body could respond to these strong men?
“Is that a fact?” Peter’s grin twitched at the corner of his mouth. It was a very nice mouth.
Tracy reached up and caressed that mouth then stroked the side of his face. Beside them, Jordan stretched out and snuggled into her back. His presence, so close, warmed her not just physically but emotionally, too. “That is a fact,” she said to Peter. “What I want to know is, what are you going to do about it?”
Peter reached for her, picked her up easily, and rolled her on top of his body. His cock brushed against her belly. She felt the latex and wondered when he’d put the condom on.
“It’s not what I’m going to do. It’s what you’re going to do. Which is as much as you want. However you want. You’re in control.”
Tracy understood the mechanics of being on top. She just never would have guessed how much the position would turn her on.
Peter put his hands on her waist and lifted her. She used her right hand to grasp, caress, and then place his cock at the opening of her body.
Tracy sank onto him, closing her eyes to better relish the sensation of his cock sliding deeply into her. He was just that much thicker than Jordan, and the feel of his cock stretching her just a little more was delicious.
“You look sexy as hell, fucking him,” Jordan said.
He’d inched closer, and took turns petting them both. Connected. Tracy felt it then, and even though she’d wanted it so badly, the idea that they could be so totally connected, this soon, humbled her.
They were all she’d dreamt of having and more.
Peter kept his hands on her waist, helping her ride him. Bracing her palms on his chest, she focused on the pleasure—giving and taking, noting how, when she squeezed his cock with her inner muscles, his nostrils flared and his eyes widened.
“She feels sexy as hell fucking me,” Peter said. “I don’t know how long I can hold off, sweetheart. Those are some fucking wonderful muscles you have there. Squeeze me again.”
Tracy did as he asked, loving that she could give him so much pleasure. She wanted to ride him faster, take him deeper, but although she was on top, and despite what he’d said, Peter controlled the pace of their mating. How strong he was to be able to do that so easily! The only thing she could control was the way her tunnel convulsed around his cock.
Since she knew he liked it, she began to squeeze and release in a steady rhythm.
Peter inhaled sharply. “Vixen. Give me your mouth.”
Leaning over, she laid her lips on his, opening her mouth over his, determined to take the kiss deep. Her tongue delved and danced, tangling with his, slick with passion.
Tracy thought she might be able to come from kissing alone. A shiver wracked her, and she felt the warning tingles begin to run along all of her nerve ends. She lifted her head and smiled at him.
“I’m close.”
“Then come, baby.” Peter’s whisper thrilled her. “Come on my cock.”
“Not without you, stud.”
She opened her mouth to tell him she’d wait for him. And then Jordan reached down between them. He caressed, back and forth, where they were joined. Tracy knew his fingers alternated between Peter’s shaft and her slit.
Jordan found her clit and teased it, teased it. It was Tracy’s turn to gasp as the sudden added stimulation shot her arousal high and fast.
“Now.” Peter finally increased the speed of their ride, and Jordan pinched her clit.
“God!” Every nerve ending in Tracy’s body exploded into a brilliant panorama of orgasmic bliss. The climax shot out of her, so fast, so furious, she could only hold on as ecstasy overwhelmed her, as the waves of her orgasm came again and again and again.
Chapter 7
Peter awoke as the first brilliant rays of dawn crested the horizon and streamed through a space in the drapes. Beside him, Tracy slept soundly on her stomach, her head half-buried under her pillow. One arm she had draped over Jordan, and the other rested on his own hip.
He inhaled deeply of the scent of sex that lingered in the air, and took a moment to simply revel in the memories of the night before.
Though he’d had no definite personal plans when duty brought him to Lusty, Texas, more than a month ago, he supposed that in the back of his mind, he’d imagined. Having heard about the Kendalls, Benedicts, and Jessops all his life, he had wondered what it would be like to become involved in a ménage relationship. Since he’d enjoyed both male and female lovers in the past, having one of each at the same time really wasn’t that much of a stretch.
Peter had enjoyed everything about last night. But if he had to pick one thing that was absolutely the best, it would be the look on Jordan’s face the moment that good man gave himself permission to love Tracy.
Emotions could be strange things. They could be capricious and visceral, and a man could never be certain which way his would go under any given circumstance. At least he had never been. Right now, at six fifteen on this particular Saturday morning, Peter Alvarez could proclaim that his emotions were over the top and so huge he wondered if he’d be able to hold them all inside.
He’d already known he was in love with Jordan Kendall. The sense of rightness that very first time he’d shaken the man’s hand had been a unique sensation. But he’d recognized it. So when that same sense had overcome him when he’d met Tracy Jessop at the commitment ceremony last month, he hadn’t had to wonder what was going on.
How amazing to have met both of his mates within days of each other. Now it was just going to be a matter of getting his lovers on the same emotional page as he was.
Wide awake with no hope of going back to sleep, Peter slid from the bed. He’d make some coffee first. Then he’d see about getting Tracy into that nice hot bath they hadn’t gotten around to giving her last night.
He pulled his trousers out from the pile of clothes he and Jordan had dropped at the foot of the bed. He pulled them on, zipped them, but didn’t fasten the button. Then he padded, barefoot, to the kitchen.
Man, this is some apartment. It was easy to forget for long stretches at a time that Jordan Kendall had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth. The truth of the matter was the man lived on what he made as a general contractor. There were things
, like this penthouse, the Audi he drove, and, hell, the entire town of Lusty, Texas, that was family owned and available to whoever had need of them. But on the whole, none of them flaunted their wealth, and none of them lived overly large.
From what he had seen so far, neither Kendalls, Benedicts, nor Jessops put on airs of any kind. And everyone he’d met—with the possible exception of Jordan’s two oldest brothers—had welcomed him with big smiles and opened arms.
As Peter passed through the living room, he remembered he’d left his cell phone beside the sound system. He scooped it now and checked for messages. There was only one, a text message from Mac, asking him to call after eight on Saturday morning. Pocketing the device, he continued on into the kitchen. In the back of his mind he tried to figure out when he could steal a minute to call his boss.
Making coffee by rote, he thought about the day’s possible recreational agenda, and pondered what Mac wanted to talk to him about—although he had a pretty good idea on that score.
His boss had been pretty determined to question that little bastard, Enrique Smith, again and with good reason. The task force put together by the Department of Justice that comprised several agencies had been created with a very specific purpose, and aimed at a specific list of targets. Headed by US Attorney Templeton Marsh, this particular task force had been well funded, and championed by a number of key members of congress.
In short, failure was not an option, and if a leak existed—which obviously it did—it could completely derail the investigation, taint every conviction, and mean, quite literally, that heads would roll.
The smell of fresh coffee pulled Peter out of his introspection. Time to put thoughts of the job on the back burner. He had much more pleasant things to contemplate anyway. He poured himself a cup of joe then ambled over to the big bay window that looked out over an awakening Dallas. As the sun began to shine more and more light on the city, Peter contented himself to sip and consider.
Texas, all of Texas, had an entirely different atmosphere to it than did Washington, DC. For one thing, the pace of life sure as hell was slower. He didn’t miss that living-in-the-fast-lane, go-for-the-jugular mentality, either.
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