And, Jesus, it was a good goddamn thing that the way Hartley was laying on him hid his dick, because Cruz was suddenly rock-fucking-hard all over again.
From a single kiss.
From a kiss from Jonathan.
Why did Jonathan kiss him? What the hell did it mean? Not once in all the time since their first threesome together more than a decade ago had Jonathan Allen ever kissed him.
Maybe the guy hadn’t really been awake? Yeah, that totally could’ve been it.
Not that his cock was convinced, apparently. Because that fucker could’ve flown a flag in twenty-knot winds. Jesus.
And even if Jonathan’s kiss had caused the erection, it was the view of both of these beautiful people sprawled all over him that kept him aroused. His love for Jonathan aside, had Cruz met Hartley on his own, he would’ve been interested for all the same reasons that Jonathan was. And even though his family could be a pain in the ass, the fact that she had none unleashed a protectiveness in Cruz’s chest where Hartley was concerned. A protectiveness that made him want to hold her and take care of her and make sure she was never alone again.
So what if, in the end, they got together and he did become their fuck buddy? At least he would still be in both of their lives. At least he would still have some part of them.
Letting his head relax against the soft cushion of the pillows, Cruz closed his eyes and released a deep breath.
Some part would be better than no part at all, right?
Yeah. Maybe he could live with that. Maybe he could see his way through to that being enough. Maybe.
* * *
Hartley woke up to the image of Jonathan’s handsome face mere inches from her own. She smiled, because in the peace of sleep, he appeared younger, and she could almost imagine him at eighteen, tanned with sun-streaked hair, racing into the waves, a board under his arm.
But she didn’t want the boy he’d been. She wanted the man he was now. She peered up over Cruz’s ridged stomach at his ruggedly handsome face and the tribal black ink running down his upper arms. Yeah, she wanted the men that both of them were. Sailors, veterans, builders, friends. Men so confident in their sexuality that they could share a woman with another man.
At least, she wanted to explore this thing between them. It wasn’t just that the sex had been amazing—which it had—it was that they’d made her feel so damn special. More than that, they’d made her feel a part of something bigger than herself. For the first time in so long.
And that feeling combined with being surrounded by all this sexy, hard flesh had arousal stirring in her blood again. It was like that dream she’d had, only better. Because this was real.
She shifted, and Jonathan’s eyes blinked open. One side of his mouth lifted in a little smile. “Hey,” he whispered.
“Hey,” she whispered back. Mentally, she debated, and then she decided to follow Scarlett’s advice once more. Just go for it. “Tell me…tell me to do something.”
He arched a brow, heat chasing the lazy sleepiness from his gaze. “You need us again.”
It wasn’t a question, which made his words about a million times hotter. He understood what she was asking him. “Yes,” she said.
“Suck Cruz’s cock,” he whispered.
The command made her pussy clench with need. Wanting to wake Cruz up with her mouth, not movement, she shifted as gingerly as she could. And then she took his cock into her mouth and tongued and sucked him until he grew against her tongue.
“Eyes on me,” Jonathan said. She complied readily, hungrily. “That’s it. Make him hard.” His hand stroked the back of her hair, each stroke a little more firm than the last. As if to let her know that he could hold her down on that cock in her throat at any time.
Annnd that thought had her suddenly wet between her legs.
“Fuck,” Cruz rasped, stirring beneath her. His hand fell against her head, too.
A moan spilled from her. She loved the feeling of both of them guiding her mouth.
“She likes our hands in her hair, Cruz,” Jonathan said, eyes locked on hers. “Don’t you?” She nodded as much as she could with her mouth full.
Now Cruz was the one groaning, and Hartley couldn’t help but thrust her hips against the bed.
“God, I want to fuck her mouth, Jonathan.”
“Would you like that, Hartley?” A fist in her hair, he urged her head up. “Tell me.”
“Yes,” she said, wound incredibly tight from just a few moments of their dominance. “I would love that.”
“Tell him to fuck your mouth.” Jonathan’s stare was dark fire.
Hartley directed the words to Cruz, whose expression looked almost pained with lust. “Please fuck my mouth, Cruz.”
“Open,” Cruz growled.
She did. And then Jonathan forced her back down on Cruz’s cock. She ground her hips against the bed, desperate for friction, because being manhandled by the two of them was amazingly hot. And then it got hotter. Because as Cruz swung his hips upward, fucking her mouth in earnest, Jonathan pushed her head down onto Cruz’s thick length, impaling her throat on his fat head. And all Hartley could do was take it.
It was almost enough to make her come. Instead, she moaned at the need twisting up inside her.
“She likes your cock, Cruz. And, Jesus, it looks good going in and out of her mouth.”
“Fuck, Jay,” Cruz rasped. At the edge of her consciousness, Hartley caught the nickname, but her brain couldn’t concentrate on it, not when the two of them were so thoroughly and deliciously overwhelming her. “God, I’m gonna come.”
“Yeah, Cruz. Do it. And then I’m going to taste it on her tongue.”
Cruz came on a sudden, harsh shout, his release painting her tongue again and again. And then Jonathan was true to his word, because he grasped Hartley by the neck and hauled her to him so that he could devour her mouth in a brutally sweet kiss. His tongue invaded her so completely that for a second she couldn’t breathe, but she was so turned on that part of her didn’t care. Because it was incredibly hot that Jonathan didn’t mind the taste of Cruz’s cum, and it made her wonder what else Jonathan wouldn’t mind…and whether Cruz felt the same.
* * *
With the combined tastes of Hartley and Cruz in his mouth, Jonathan wasn’t sure if he’d ever been so turned on in his life. His tone was gritty as he bit out a command, “Cruz, sit up against the headboard. Hartley, I want a pillow under your ass and your back against his chest.”
As they moved, Jonathan retrieved his last condom from his wallet. Laughter had him looking towards his lovers, and he found them in a near pillow fight as they shifted for him. Damn, but he hoped the smile on Cruz’s face meant that the man was into this as much as Jonathan was. Because every new touch, new kiss, new way that they came together made him want it never to end.
He returned to the bed and got on his knees in front of them. “You two look so fucking good like that. Spread for me.” He rolled the condom on, his cock aching from want and his own touch. And then he crawled in closer, his knees under Hartley’s thighs. Well, under Cruz’s too, who had his knees drawn up to make a cradle for Hartley’s body.
The two of them had done variations on the woman-in-the-middle position before of course, and it was one of Jonathan’s favorites. Because it put him and Cruz face to face, eye to eye, so that they were connected by looks and breaths in addition to the woman they shared.
“Ready, Hartley? Ready for me to take you while Cruz holds you for me?” Jonathan asked.
“Yes, Jonathan. So ready,” she said, and then she turned her head and brought her mouth to Cruz. “Are you, Cruz?”
Jesus, how hot was that? The way she made sure to include both of them in everything that happened between them? And it wasn’t the first time she’d done it either.
And it was clear from the heat and affection flashing through Cruz’s eyes that the other man realized it, too. “Take her, Jay. Make her feel as good as she just did for me.”
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��Yeah,” Jonathan said, scooting closer until his cock was right at her entrance. He adjusted her hips to better receive him, and then he sank deep. Inch by mind-blowing inch until he’d buried himself to the hilt.
On a moan, her head arched back into Cruz’s shoulder as Cruz looked down her body, his fingers going to her nipples. “Look how he’s filling you,” Cruz said.
Hartley’s gaze lowered to where they were joined. “Oh, Jesus,” she rasped.
“Tell me how good it feels, Hartley. How good does it feel to have our Jonathan inside you?”
Our Jonathan.
The phrase hit Jonathan like a blow torch, scorching him into his very soul. His gaze collided with his best friend’s. For the first time, Jonathan allowed all the emotion he felt to stay in his eyes. And he let Cruz see what he would.
Affection. Want. Need.
And, fuck, he was certain he saw each of those reflected back at him. At least, there was no question that was what Jonathan wanted to see anyway.
Hartley’s words forced him back into the moment. “He makes me feel so full, Cruz. My pussy and my senses and…just everything,” she said, turning her face into his again. “You both overwhelm me in the best way.” She laced her fingers into Cruz’s, and the gesture clearly moved the man judging by the passion with which he took Hartley’s mouth in an aggressive kiss.
On slow ins and outs, Jonathan moved his hips, wanting to build this, wanting to make it last. He braced his hands on both of their knees, needing to touch them both, to hold them both, to make an unbroken circle of their lovemaking. It was so damn good, the way her pussy squeezed his cock, the lust-drenched expressions they both wore, the heat radiating off of both of their bodies, all of them rocking together as Jonathan moved.
He wanted more of that. He braced a hand against the wall over Cruz’s shoulder, allowing his upper body to come down closer to theirs, and giving him more leverage to move harder, faster, deeper. His strokes thrust Harley into Cruz, who absorbed the impacts with his arms around her breasts and belly, their fingers still linked.
“I want you,” Jonathan said. It was a statement of emotion, not physical need. And it was one he meant for both of them. So he didn’t shy away from meeting Hartley’s gaze as those words spilled from his lips. Nor did he refrain from looking Cruz in the eye and saying it again. “I want both of you.”
Cruz’s eyes were black fire, and Jonathan found himself wanting to push Cruz in a way he never had before. Wanting to see what, if anything, Cruz might be open for happening between them. Because, God, Jonathan would take scraps from this man if it meant that the three of them could have even more of this.
He kissed Hartley on a moan, one she fed right back to him as he picked up his pace. And then he eyed Cruz.
But when it came, the encouragement didn’t come from himself. “Kiss him, too?” Hartley said softly, although it came out sounding a little like a question.
“Would you like that, Hartley?” Jonathan asked.
“If you would, yes,” she said, her breasts bouncing as Jonathan moved.
Jonathan’s stomach suddenly felt like it did whenever they’d gone on a do-or-die mission back in the navy. “Cruz?”
Hartley touched Cruz’s face, silently encouraging him to turn to her. She kissed him once, twice, three times, her third one a playful lick that made Cruz growl. “Will you kiss our Jonathan?” she asked him.
One beat passed, and then another, until Jonathan was sure Cruz wouldn’t let him do it. Jonathan scrambled for something to say that would deflate the tension suddenly ballooning around them.
And then Cruz grabbed Jonathan by the back of his neck and tugged him hard, pulling their faces together and making their mouths collide. The kiss was blistering. Harsh and consuming. Cruz’s hand fisted in his hair, a bite of pain that made him see spots. Jonathan further hardened inside Hartley, his thrusts more urgent as Cruz’s tongue plundered his mouth.
“God, yes, that’s so hot,” Hartley cried, her hand sliding between them until he could feel her working her fingers over her clit.
Jonathan moaned into the kiss, because he was going to lose it. From Cruz’s surrender. From the tight heat of Hartley’s pussy. From the fact that she was turned on by all of them being together. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Jonathan rasped, his orgasm nailing him in the spine and driving him harder. Seeing both of their bodies move from the power of his thrusts made him feel like he was fucking both of them. And that thought was his doom. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”
His whole body shook from the force of it, until he collapsed against Hartley’s shoulder. He pressed a kiss there, his harsh breaths puffing against her skin.
“Hartley, baby,” Cruz said, his voice deep with gravel. “The two of you made me hard again. I know we’ve put you through a lot tonight, but I’d fucking love to be inside you when I come.”
* * *
Cruz couldn’t think, couldn’t debate, couldn’t deny himself. He wasn’t sure how he was ever going to come back from having tasted Jonathan’s mouth, and right now, he didn’t want to. Right now, he just needed to come from the goodness of it.
“Yes,” Hartley said, smiling and kissing him softly. “All of us need to come together. That seems only fair.”
“Sweet girl,” he whispered against her lips. Sweet girl who somehow provided the bridge that’d made it possible for Jonathan to want to kiss him. And that unleashed an affection in Cruz’s chest for Hartley Farren—an affection stronger than what he’d ever felt for anyone else.
Except Jonathan. And what he felt for his best friend just then made his heart feel too big for his chest. Now, Cruz had to wonder—was Jonathan bisexual, too? And, if so, why had they never crossed that line before.
You mean, besides your own fears and hang-ups, asshole?
Right.
It was a line of thought that required more brain cells than he currently had, especially when Jonathan withdrew from Hartley and removed his condom, his cock still half hard.
“Let me grab a new condom from my wallet,” Cruz said, his hands smoothing down Hartley’s belly.
“I got it,” Jonathan said, reaching off the bed. He tossed Cruz the packet.
And then Cruz was ready. “Sit on my cock facing away, Hartley. I want Jonathan to be able to see everything as you ride me.”
Bracing her hands on his knees, she lifted herself so that she could sink down on his length. Cruz guided her with his hands on his hips, a groan spilling out of his as she slowly worked to take all of him.
“Oh, God, you’re really big,” she cried.
“Just go slow. You can take him,” Jonathan said, kneeling beside them.
“Yes,” Cruz said, gritting his teeth at the goodness of her slick pussy. When she was finally sitting fully on his cock, they both moaned. Cruz adjusted both of them so that he lay flatter and her legs were on the outside of his. “Lay back, baby. I got you.” She fell back against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her.
And then he braced his heels against the bed and let his hips fly.
Hartley cried out. Her nails dug into his arms where they held her. And her pussy squeezed him so goddamn tight.
“Fuck, Cruz is filling you so good,” Jonathan said, his hand lazily stroking his cock as he watched them.
“Yes,” she cried. “It’s so intense like this.”
“Make it more intense for her, Jay,” Cruz said, nailing him with a lust-drunk stare. He wanted Jonathan to be a part of his first time with Hartley, too, just as Cruz had been for them. Hartley was right—all three of them did need to come together. If they had a shot at this thing. And Cruz wanted them to. God help him, he did. Because how often had sex involved this much emotion for him? For him, it never, ever had before. And it was because of these two people. These two people together.
Nodding, Jonathan came closer until he was leaning over where Cruz and Hartley were joined. Hartley bucked and cried out, and Cruz stared down her body just enough to witness
his friend licking her clit.
“Yeah,” Cruz gritted out, still fucking her with deep, steady strokes. “Want you to come again, Hartley. Want you to come on me. Damnit, I need to feel it.”
But what he felt next nearly blew his mind. Jonathan’s tongue against the base of Cruz’s cock on every fast withdraw. They were just quick, teasing flicks, but each one hit him like a whip’s impact, shocking and searing.
“I want to feel both of you come,” Jonathan said, his face between their legs. Jay dove in to teasing them both with his tongue and his lips and his hands until both he and Hartley were moaning and thrusting and clutching each other tight.
“Oh, fuck,” Hartley said. “I can’t…it’s too much…”
“Come, Hartley,” Cruz said. “Come on my cock and Jonathan’s mouth.”
Jonathan focused all his efforts on her. It didn’t take long. And then she was screaming both of their names and coming so hard that she shoved Cruz’s cock out of her pussy, and the evidence of her orgasm ran down her ass to his groin.
“Yes,” Cruz said, guiding himself back into her, the hold on his own restraint a fraying thread. “That was fucking beautiful.”
And then he had no restraint at all, because Jonathan returned the attention of his mouth to tormenting Cruz. Flicking at his cock and his balls until Cruz was shouting and pulsing and losing himself in both of them.
When their bodies calmed, Cruz and Hartley went limp with satisfaction. And then Jonathan made their pile complete by stretching out with them, all of them touching so that Cruz couldn’t tell who was touching him where.
And it was the best feeling of his life, this sense of belonging and completion.
What it meant in practical terms, he didn’t yet know. But he wasn’t ruining this moment by trying to figure it out.
Chapter Nine
Jonathan woke up again before the sun rose, which was a good thing since their crew usually arrived around eight. He wanted to make sure Hartley got home safe before anyone knew where she’d spent the night. Not for his and Cruz’s sake, but for hers.
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