Rule of Three (Carnal Coeds #3)

by Suzanne Rock

  “That’s the general idea.” Jag focused on the job before him, licking and savoring every inch of her most intimate area.

  Shana wiggled and squirmed, but to her credit, she never opened her eyes. So they had a closet submissive on their hands. Good to know. He and Nolan could have a lot of fun with this one.

  But that fun would come later. Jag’s need was too great, and his purpose wouldn’t allow room for error. There’d be plenty of time tonight to learn what she liked and didn’t like in the bedroom. For now, he’d go with what he knew worked.

  He slid his tongue up to her clit and nipped the sensitive nubbin. Shana cried out his name and shivered in his hands. He slid a palm under her ass and held her steady as he feasted, committing her taste to memory. He shifted his free hand and plunged a finger deep into her slick core. “Fuck, Shana. You’re so wet.”

  “It’s great, isn’t it?”

  “Hmmm,” Jag didn’t dare look at his lover, whom he knew was stroking his thickening erection. Jag wished that someone would stroke his cock. He had waited so long for release that his whole body was beginning to shake. Just a little bit more.

  He exchanged one finger for two and focused his tongue and teeth on her clit. He pressed and swirled, just as he had seen Nolan do moments before. Soon Shana was moving her hips, thrusting them toward her face in short, shallow movements. Fresh moisture coated his fingers, and she shivered.

  “Come for me, baby,” he said. “Let it all go.”

  It was as if his words had released a dam inside of him. Shana cried out his name as her orgasm slammed through her body. Jag felt her walls tighten around his fingers, and drank up her passion like a starving man. It had been quite some time since he had performed oral on a woman, and he had never tasted anyone as wonderful as Shana.

  When the last of her orgasm died away, Jag let go of her knee and straightened. “Now, put your legs around my hips.”

  “What?” Shana opened her eyes and stared at him. “You’re not done?”

  “Oh no, dear, not by a long shot.” He tilted his head and pressed his lips against hers.

  “She opened her eyes,” Nolan observed.

  “I know.” Jag motioned Nolan to move away and held Shana’s hands over her head. “She’ll have to be punished.”

  “No-I mean-I forgot.” She closed her eyes. “I won’t do it again.”

  “Too late, sweetheart.” Jag grinned at his lover. “Wrap your legs around me so you can take your punishment.”

  Nolan held out a condom. “Here you go.”

  Jag nodded toward where he had pinned her hands above her head. “I’m kind of occupied.”

  Nolan grinned. “Allow me, then.”

  The foul man walked out of Jag’s eyesight and ripped open the condom. Before Jag could react, Shana put her legs around his hips.

  “Don’t hurt me,” she said.

  Jag turned his attention to Shana. “I wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.” He placed a soft kiss on her lips. “Trust me.”

  “Trust us.” Nolan came up from behind and reached around Jag’s torso. “Close your eyes and spread your legs wide, honey. Jag’s a big man. He’ll need room to enter you.”

  Jag snorted. His mirth soon faded when he felt Nolan’s swollen cock slipped between his cheeks. “Nolan—”

  “Shh. Give the lady her punishment.” He brushed his fingers along Jag’s length as he leaned in close and whispered so only Jag could hear. “And I’ll give you your punishment for teasing me.”

  “Fuck.”

  “What—did I do something wrong?” Shana asked.

  “No, honey.” Jag bit his lower lip as his lover rolled the condom down his shaft and positioned him at Shana’s slick opening.

  “In you go.” Nolan stepped away and gave Jag a slap on the ass. The movement surprised Jag, who stumbled forward and slid easily into Shana’s pussy.

  “Fuck.” This wasn’t supposed to happen. Jag had everything all planned out. He rested his forehead against Shana’s and tried to steady his breathing. Things were happening too fast. He was going to come before he was ready.

  “Jag?” Shana asked. “Are you okay?”

  No, he was far from okay. He was going to fucking explode if he moved a fraction of an inch. He’d rather die tan tell Shana that though.

  “Yeah, Jag, what’s the matter?” Nolan asked as he ran his callused hand over Jag’s ass. “Don’t you want to fuck her?”

  “Of course.” Jag forced himself to lean back and frame Shana’s face with his palms. “There’s nothing I want more.” He tilted his head and poured all of the emotion he felt into the kiss.

  She tightened her pussy around his cock and parted her lips to allow him access. With a sigh, Jag invaded her mouth, possessing and consuming her. He was so into the kiss that he barely registered Nolan positioning his cock at his backside. It was slick, and Jag groaned as Nolan inched the tip into his opening.

  Shana wiggled against him. “Jag—”

  “Yes, Jag, why don’t you get going? We don’t have all day.”

  Jag moved back, retreating from Shana and pushing his ass toward Nolan. He shuddered as his lover thrust, slow and steady, pushing his thick cock past the ring of muscle and driving himself home.

  Jag hesitated, enjoying the feel of Nolan behind and Shana in front. Then he began to move, plunging himself deep inside Shana’s center. At the same time Nolan retreated from his ass, the sweet friction making his whole body shiver with need.

  Jag grabbed Shana’s ass to help leverage her against the column. Nolan held her ankles, spreading her wide enough for Jag to plunge balls-deep into her body. Jag thrust, groaning as Shana’s pussy gripped his cock. Then he retreated, savoring the feel of Nolan filling him.

  He was setting the pace, he realized. He was in control. Jag was in charge of bringing not only himself to orgasm, but Shana and Nolan as well. It was a heady feeling. He decided that he liked the control Nolan offered him. It was a new sensation, and he could see why Nolan liked taking charge. It was addictive.

  He dug his fingers into Shana’s ass as he developed a rhythm. In and out, back and forth. The primal slap of bodies echoed around them and fueled his need. Fuck, he needed more, so much more.

  Jag braced his feet and thrust harder, faster. Shana’s cries filled the air, mingling with his grunts, creating a passionate duet. Nolan was struggling to keep quiet. Neither one of them wanted to scare her with the new position. Still, knowing that the three of them were so intimately joined, that they were out at the lake where Jag felt most at home, did something to him at his most basic level.

  He moved faster, plunged deeper. Jag groaned as the familiar tingling rippled along the base of his spine. His orgasm was close, real close. If only he could reach it.

  No, he had to hold back—he was in a contest. He watched Shana writhe in ecstasy against him and wondered what she needed to send her over the edge.

  He slid his hands along her ass and slipped his finger in between her cheeks. She gasped and tightened her muscles, hugging his cock and causing him to groan. Nolan dug his fingers into Jag’s hips and continued to perform shallow thrusts into his backside, meeting him halfway. His grunts as he plunged balls-deep vibrated through Jag’s body and made him shake with need.

  Holy shit, this was hot. Jag could just imagine the erotic picture they were making. Everything was so primal. He half-wished that the class would walk over the edge and see them all in the throws of ecstasy.

  But, no, that would have to be for another time. For now, he’d satisfy himself with what he had. Shana. The woman was fucking amazing.

  She was close. He could see it in the pinching of her brows and arch of her back. She was stretching, reaching for that unseen goal. He wanted to give her what she craved more than anything.

  He slipped his finger to the opening in her backside. Nolan touching Jag’s ass had always gotten Jag off, even before he knew he liked men. Perhaps the same would send Shana off.

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��Come for me, baby. Come nice and hard.” He pressed the tip of his finger into her opening, pushing it past the sensitive tissue.

  Shana gasped and tightened her pelvic muscles as he rubbed his finger along her sensitive walls. Jag didn’t go deep, just the tip of his finger, but the added sensation was enough to throw her over the edge. Shana tossed her head back and let out a cry as she came hard, harder than he had ever seen a woman come before.

  Jag struggled for control as her body convulsed around him. She gripped him hard, both his finger and his cock. Fuck, she was beautiful, so beautiful. And in that moment, she belonged to him.

  A sense of urgency welled up inside of him. Jag shifted his hands back to support her ass and gave himself up to the moment. He threw his head back and let his basic urges take control. Shana’s pussy convulsed around him as his own muscles stretched to accommodate Nolan’s frenzied thrusting. His lover pushed hard, forcing Jag to enter Shana with more force than he intended. She didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it seemed as if the rough treatment only made her orgasm stronger.

  “God, Shana.” He closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensations assaulting his body. He loved how tightly her pussy grabbed his cock and how smooth her ass felt under his fingers.

  “Come for us, Jag,” Nolan whispered. “Show her how good she makes us feel.”

  Jag concentrated on how Nolan’s cock spread him wide and touched him deep inside his core.

  “Oh fuck.” Jag increased the speed as the familiar tingling rippled along the base of his spine. He felt his balls draw up and his heartbeat quicken. “Yes.”

  On the next thrust, his orgasm slammed through him like a thunderclap. He grunted like some wild animal as he rammed into Shana and pushed her against the post. Again and Again he penetrated her, trying to push himself deeper. “Shana…”

  On the next thrust his world exploded. Pleasure burst from his core and consumed him like a fire. His mind numbed to everything but joy as he filled her with his passion.

  “Oh God, Shana.” He pressed hard and deep, lengthening the pleasure with each thrust. It was so fucking beautiful. Never before had Jag felt anything so strong, or so right.

  Nolan shuddered behind him and tightened his grip on Jag’s hips. He heard his lover whisper his name as his release overtook him. They all hung there, suspended in time, as joy and ecstasy blanketed Jag’s body. He grasped the pleasure and held on, never wanting the moment to end.

  When the last tremors of his orgasm faded, Nolan retreated and cleaned himself. Jag, too tired to move, rested his forehead on Shana’s.

  “You can open your eyes now, babe,” he whispered.

  She did, and he was delighted to be met with her smile. She framed his face with her hands and gave him a long, leisurely kiss.

  “That was amazing.”

  “I’ll say,” Noah agreed. “You two were really hot together.”

  Jag turned his head and saw Nolan getting dressed out of the corner of his eye. He knew that he needed to do the same. The rest of the group would be returning soon. Unfortunately, he felt too weak to move.

  “Are you okay, Jag?” Shana asked as she ran her fingers over his cheek.

  The woman was such a temptress and much too caring for her own good. Didn’t she know that her touch made him as hard as a rock?

  He turned back to Shana and with a sigh, removed himself and let her sink to the ground. “We need to get dressed,” he said.

  “I know,” she answered.

  Neither of them moved.

  “So?” Nolan asked. “Who was better?”

  Shana slipped from Jag’s grasp and smiled to herself. “What do you mean?”

  “Oh, don’t play coy with me,” Jag said as he threw on his pants. “You know that this was a contest. Who was better?”

  “I didn’t know that there was a contest,” she said as she finished getting dressed.

  “She’s very diplomatic,” Nolan observed. “An admirable quality.”

  “Sometimes, but not in this case.” Jag started to press, but then he heard some familiar voices. He swore under his breath.

  “We’ll have to continue this later,” he said as he gave Shana a peck on the cheek.

  “Yes, later,” Nolan said as he did the same.

  Shana took a step back from the men. “Later? There can’t be a later.”

  Before Jag could ask what she meant, he heard a familiar voice, the very sound grating on his nerves.

  “There you are, Shana. Where the hell have you been?”

  Jag frowned at Odin trudging over the hill toward them. It was going to be a long afternoon, and Jag became more determined than ever to separate Shana from Odin. The woman deserved better than him. She deserved to be surrounded by men who’d love and worship her body. Men who’d treat her with the respect she deserved.

  Men like Nolan and him.

  Chapter Five

  Guilt stabbed Shana’s chest, but she pushed it aside. She had done nothing wrong. Odin had lost all claims on her body and her life when he openly touched the blonde. She steeled her jaw and lifted her chin in defiance as Odin strode toward her.

  “Where were you?”

  “I was here, with Nolan and Jag.” Odin couldn’t have seen her, and yet, the guilt still gnawed at her chest.

  “Oh, flirting with the staff, are we?”

  “The same could be said of you,” she said as he approached. “What the hell was going on with that blonde girl back there?”

  Odin glanced at Nolan and Jag, then grabbed her arm and pulled her aside. “What do you mean?”

  “That blonde chick back at the pool. Bree. I saw how you two were flirting with each other.”

  “What? I wasn’t flirting. She was teaching me.”

  Shana crossed her arms and gave him her best I-don’t-believe-you look. “Well, Nolan and Jag were teaching me.”

  “Down by the lake?”

  “There were no more kayaks. It seems like you and your instructor were hogging up the last one.”

  Odin at least had the decency to blush. “We didn’t do anything at the pool.”

  At the pool. Odin always had this way of twisting words to suit his purpose. He’d never outright lie, but he’d never give the whole truth either. Shana knew that from experience. If he said that nothing happened at the pool, then nothing did happen at the pool, but something happened somewhere else.

  “You two seem to really hit it off though. It’s almost like you both knew each other before this class.”

  He dropped her arm and ran his hand along the back of his neck. “Mateo introduced us a few weeks ago,” he admitted.

  Bingo. “She’s pickles69, isn’t she?”

  “Yeah.” He dropped his hand. “But that’s not the point. You ran off with two—”

  “No, that’s exactly the point. You never tell me what you are doing—or who you’re doing it with—and yet you expect to have this grand approval over every move I make. I can’t visit friends, I can’t go out of the apartment. Hell—I can’t even use the bathroom without your approval.”

  “I’m just trying to protect you.”

  “Protect me from what?”

  “Getting in trouble.”

  “You mean smother me.” She shook her head. “Admit it, you were planning on meeting her here.”

  “I had no idea she’d be here. I swear.” He held up his hands between them. “Besides, she’s Mateo’s girlfriend.”

  “Oh my God, that’s worse.” Shana took a step back. “Does he know?”

  Odin frowned. “Know? About what?”

  “That you two are sexting each other?”

  “He’s part of our conversations.”

  “The three of you send sex messages to each other? Do you all have sex together too?”

  He rubbed the back of his neck. “It was just once, and—”

  She shook her head. “I don’t want to hear it.”

  “But you forgave me.”

  “I forgave you when I
thought pickles69 was a woman who likes pickles.”

  “She does like pickles. Whole ones.”

  “And I suppose she ate sixty-nine of them in one sitting or something.”

  “Sixty-nine isn’t a number, it’s a position, and she doesn’t eat the pickles, she—”

  Shana held up her hand, stopping his words. “Please, no more about your bizarre sexual practices with Mateo and Bree.”

  Odin pushed his blond hair from his round face and sighed. “Mateo’s new girlfriend loves kink and convinced him to give a threesome a try. They made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. It was only once.”

  “But you liked it.”

  He ran his hand over his face. “I don’t know what to think, to be honest. All I know is that they showed me things, crazy things. I kind of liked it.”

  Shana crossed her arms and curled her lip. “You disgust me.”

  “You see? That’s the whole point. You’re never adventurous.”

  “What are you talking about? I’m always trying to get you off the couch and doing stuff.” They were beginning to attract a crowd, but Shana didn’t care.

  “That’s not what I mean. You never want to try anything new in the bedroom.”

  She lowered her arms in surprise. “Perhaps that’s because I’m never inspired.”

  Odin steeled his jaw and fisted his hands at his sides. “Don’t be mean.”

  “You were mean first when you 69’d with pickles.”

  Odin made a move to touch her then thought better of it. “I really wanted this to work out, Shana.”

  “Did you?” She narrowed her gaze. “You could have fooled me.”

  He glanced over to where Bree and Mateo stood. “Even before Bree, we were falling apart. Admit it.”

  “That doesn’t mean you should run off and have sex with the first pair of legs you see.” The irony of her statement wasn’t lost on Shana, but she was hurt. Odin cheated first. If he had put more of an effort into their relationship, then she never would have considered Nolan and Jag.

  “I tried, Shana. For months I’ve tried, but…you never seemed that into me. There was always this wall between us, like you were holding yourself back. It was almost as if you were bored with me.”