by Virna DePaul
“Like this?” he asked Jamie
A shiver ripped down my spine.
“Yes.” Jamie’s voice came hoarse and rough.
I locked eyes with him as Cade again grabbed the hem of my sweatshirt. My gaze not leaving Jamie’s, I lifted my hands over my head and Cade gently pulled the sweatshirt off. Hooded behind the soft material, I heard a muffled “Fuck” when Cade pulled the sweatshirt up and exposed my breasts. The friction against my hard nipples made me whimper, needy for more.
Jamie palmed at the obvious bulge in his tattered grey jeans.
“Guy Number One fondles the girl’s goddamn perfect tits while she keeps her arms above her head,” he said, hips shifting at his own touch. “And Guy Number Two keeps watching.”
Ellis would be utterly amazed at how dramatically we’d changed the script. And he’d be a little pissed I wasn’t reading the actual words. But at the same time, I knew he’d be proud of me, of what I was daring myself to do.
A different thrill coursed through my body.
I wished Ellis was here right now. With me. With us.
The thoughts coursing through my mind almost brought me out of my state of arousal, but Cade pressed closer to me, his cock rubbing against my back, and cupped my breasts.
My breathing turned heavy as I connected gazes with Jamie as he watched me come undone. Cade’s fingers were feather-soft as he worshipfully covered every inch of my breasts before circling around my hard nipples. My head fell back on his shoulder as my arms quivered, fingers interlacing above my head to keep from reaching back to touch Cade’s hard, throbbing cock.
“Pinch her nipples,” Jamie rasped, the script already abandoned.
I groaned when Cade’s fingers tightened around my sensitive nipples. Jamie’s pupils were wide and dark, his hand pressing down urgently on his erection.
“Guy Number Two takes off his shirt.”
I jerked in surprise at the sound of Cade’s voice. Normally sweet and gentle, it was now authoritative and firm. There was no question that he’d just issued a command. Jamie’s aroused gaze moved to Cade.
When Jamie still hadn’t moved, Cade whispered in my ear, “Baby, tell Guy Number Two how much you want him to join our little party.”
While Cade continued to squeeze my nipple with one hand, his other hand traveled down my bare stomach and slipped inside my panties. I shuddered in pleasure.
“Guy Number Two takes off his shirt,” I gasped, “and Guy Number One shows Guy Number Two’s tongue where the girl’s clit is.”
Jamie licked his lips and a devilish grin darkened his face. He tugged his grey T-shirt over his head and abandoned it on the floor. I yelped when Jamie grabbed my shorts and panties and yanked them off of me in one swift motion. He tugged me flat on the bed, and Cade shifted to stand behind my head. I stared up at his erection straining against the light material of his loose yoga pants. I reached up to stroke it as Jamie’s tongue took over for Cade’s finger on my clit. I couldn’t stop the moan as Cade returned his attention to my nipples and Jamie sucked at my clit.
Fingers practically shaking, I pulled at Cade’s waistband. His cock, hard and already leaking precum, sprang free. I licked a long line along the length of the shaft before swirling my tongue along his head, tasting him for the first time. Cade groaned as he pinched my nipples harder, causing my back to arch.
“Goddamn,” Jamie whispered.
I lifted my head enough to see Jamie watching my lips rest against Cade’s cock. Locking eyes with him, I licked Cade’s shaft and fondled his balls. Jamie could only stare with dark, lust filled eyes. With Cade’s cock in my mouth, I smirked at Jamie, daring him to move.
He slipped slowly from between my legs, leaving my wet pussy yearning for his hot tongue, and stood to unzip his pants. I squirmed and gripped Cade’s cock tighter at the sight of Jamie pulling a condom out of his jeans and sheathing himself. Naked, he climbed back on the bed and moved astride me. His dick arched up toward his tattooed abs, hard and throbbing. I let go of Cade’s balls to reach down between my legs, needy and wet, but Jamie caught my wrist.
“Your pleasure is my job, lassie,” he said, grinning wickedly before grabbing my ankles and pushing back my knees. “His is yours.”
I reached around Cade to grab his muscular ass, pulling his cock back to my mouth.
“A goddamn fucking goddess,” Jamie growled above me. He circled the head of his dick along the wet folds of my pussy.
Cade thrust his hips and fucked my mouth slowly and gently as his head fell back. “Her mouth...fuck...”
“Cade, I want you to watch.”
Jamie’s voice surprised me. It was less authoritative now, less commanding now, less forceful now. It was clear it wasn’t an order, it was a request. Almost a plea. I was even more surprised to look up and find that Cade’s eyes were on Jamie as he slowly thrust inside of me. I moaned, because Jamie was filling me, pleasure coursing through my body. But I also moaned, because it was such a turn-on to have Cade watch Jamie fuck me as Jamie watched me suck Cade.
When Cade returned his intoxicating fingers to my nipples, I hooked my calves over Jamie’s shoulders and lost myself in an intimacy I’d never experienced before.
Ellis
I knew Tessa wasn’t practicing her lines. I knew she was sitting on her couch, biting her nails and staring at the untouched script on the coffee table. So I snuck away from set to check up on her and encourage her. But when I pushed open the door of her apartment, I saw her living room empty. Neither Tessa nor the script for the movie were anywhere in sight.
I stepped into her living room and was about to call out for her when I heard a soft noise from her bedroom. It made me pause, frozen where I stood, straining to listen. Maybe I’d misheard.
But then it came again, very distinct. A moan.
My first thought was I wanted to stay and listen, but I couldn’t. Shouldn’t. Fuck, I was already obsessing about Tessa. If I listened to her masturbate, I wasn’t sure I could stop myself from going in there and joining her. With my hand on the door handle, I was seconds away from leaving when I heard another moan. But this one did not belong to Tessa.
It most certainly belonged to a man.
Before I could stop myself, I found my feet moving softly over the rug in Tessa’s living room toward the hallway to her bedroom. My heart rate skyrocketed as I turned into the shadows just outside her cracked door. The moans grew louder and I froze when I thought I heard not one, but two male voices.
But that couldn’t be right. Tessa in a three-way? I knew that she was hell-bent on doing this whole sex study thing, but I thought the only guy she’d found so far was Cade. Had she found another guy and hadn’t told me? Could she actually be fucking them together right here and now?
Pain and jealousy and desire crashed through me. I wanted to join them but I couldn’t. I hadn’t been invited, just like she hadn’t invited me to join the sex study.
But I had to look.
I had to see her.
When I leaned my head enough to peer inside, I couldn’t believe the sight before me. It was so fucking hot.
Tessa was writhing naked on her bed between two ridiculously attractive guys. I recognized Jamie, the big Irish brute, as he thrust fast and hard into her, massive fingers digging into the soft flesh of the back of her thighs. I could already see the marks he would leave. Another guy with long hair curtaining his face guided one of the biggest cocks I’d ever seen into Tessa’s red, wet mouth. His ass clenched and it was clear he was trying to hold himself back from spilling down her throat. Had to be Cade.
They were so damn hot, so lost in their own pleasure, I couldn’t resist. I pressed my palm against my already rock hard erection as I watched.
Tessa arched her back, driving her tits up, peaked nipples straining for more. Her heels dug into Jamie’s back, her legs quivered, and her chest heaved, covered in fine sheen of sweat. Jaimie pounded into her, but she pushed her hips closer to his, daring him to fuck
her harder.
The men worshipped at Tessa’s sumptuous body like her pleasure was the only thing in the world they desired. I’d been in threesomes, hell even foursomes and who-knows-how-many-somes, but none ever felt this intimate, this in unison, this…alluring.
And it was all because of Tessa.
God, I wanted her. I wanted them. I wanted this. I was having a hard time staying still as their collective moans quickened and became more desperate.
Tessa cupped Cade’s balls, and I moved a hand down to knead my own as I watched from the shadows. Her tongue swirled over the head of his penis like she was an expert at giving head. She was already a beautiful woman, made more beautiful with a man’s dick in her mouth. She sucked him in deeply, eliciting a low moan from Cade. I stroked the outline of my dick, my breath shaky.
I felt like a teenager who found his old man’s pornos for the first time, because I could feel myself getting close to the edge and I didn’t even have my throbbing cock out of my fucking boxers. I bit back a moan as Tessa’s hand on Cade’s balls lost its coordination and her fingers on his cock shook. The muscles along her thighs tightened as Jamie buried himself to the balls inside of her.
She was close. I could see it. She was right on the edge, and—
I froze when her head tossed side to side and her eyes fell directly on me. For a moment, there was shock and surprise in those wide pupils in her flushed face. I saw her look to my crotch where my hand was frozen over the very obvious outline of my very obvious erection. Then the shock and the surprise disappeared and it was replaced with triumph and arousal. Eyes locked on me, she moaned deep and low around the cock in her mouth. Her tits bounced violently as she was fucked and still she didn’t look away from me.
Transfixed, I watched as her eyes fluttered shut and Cade’s cock fell from her mouth with a pop. Tessa arched her back and screamed as she came. I watched as long as I could, mesmerized by the sight of Tessa in all her glory. My sweet Tessa between two guys, breasts thrust up, thighs clenched, sweet red mouth open as she orgasmed.
When it looked like Jamie and Cade were about to blow their loads, I abruptly turned and hurried out of the apartment. I’d wanted to watch the guys finish, too, so badly, but I couldn’t. I’d already intruded enough. Put myself somewhere I clearly didn’t belong.
I stumbled into the stairwell and sagged in a corner.
I couldn’t run from what I’d seen though. It was burned into my brain.
I’d never be able to forget it.
And I didn’t want to.
Tessa
I had been right there, right on the edge of orgasm, so, so close, but it was like an irresistible force wanted me to wait.
And then I saw Ellis standing in the dark, narrow hallway.
Ellis. Ellis was standing in the doorway to my bedroom, watching me get fucked by two men.
I was about to tell Jamie and Cade to stop when I noticed Ellis’s fingers wrapped around his hard cock over his jeans. Ellis’s breath came quickly and he couldn’t stop himself from squeezing his balls as I watched him. It was more than obvious: Ellis was turned on by what he was seeing.
A low groan escaped my lips at the realization.
Maybe it was the endorphins coursing through my bloodstream or maybe I really was becoming the risk-taking, daring, bold new woman I had been trying to become, but I decided in that moment I didn’t want Ellis to leave. No, I wanted to give him a show.
I wanted him to see my body writhing in pleasure on my sheets. I wanted him to see my tongue circle around Cade’s cock head. I wanted him to hear the noises I could draw out of a man. I wanted him to see my breasts bounce as Jamie fucked me harder and harder.
I didn’t look away from Ellis as I came, my vision flashing white, skin tingling and buzzing, back arching off the bed. I didn’t look away because I knew him watching was the reason I came when I did.
Watching turned Ellis on.
But fuck if being watched didn’t turn me on, too.
When I finally opened my eyes, Ellis was gone.
For a moment, I felt loss and the desire to go after him, but then Jamie had gritted out that he was coming, and Cade had moaned that he was too, and I let myself take in the beauty of their pleasure that I had given them.
Jamie had collapsed to one side of me, and Cade took his place on the other side and they each held me. Caressed me gently. I gave them each a soft kiss, and then closed my eyes. I sensed each of them doze off, and that’s when my thoughts turned back to Ellis.
What had he been thinking as he watched Jamie’s fingers dig into my legs? Or when he heard the desperate, pitiful whimpers Cade elicited from me as his fingers circled my sensitive nipples? He’d been stroking himself, so clearly he’d found the situation hot, but how hot? Was watching me get off with two other men something he’d regret?
Or would he finally see the other facets of my personality that I was only beginning to discover myself. Yes, I was a good friend who could hang with the best of them. But I was also surprising. Sensual. Sexy. I was wild and filthy and dirty in bed and I could appreciate a man (or two) that was the same way.
Including a man like Ellis.
Chapter 15
Tessa
Later that night, I was halfway through drafting a lengthy email to Ellis, trying to brush off what had happened and at the same time make sure our friendship had survived him seeing me with Jamie and Cade, when Ellis knocked on my door.
When I let him in, he casually strolled into my studio, giving me a wide grin and a bro fist bump. “Wow, Tess,” he said, letting out a long, low whistle. “Fucking hot, dude. Proud of ya.”
I bumped my fist against his in a state of shock and watched blankly as he went into the kitchen and returned moments later with a beer from the fridge. He flopped down on the couch next to me and propped his feet up on the messy coffee table.
I stared at him, still trying to process what was happening exactly.
“Chinese or Indian tonight, you think?” he asked, turning on the TV. “You know what? You pick the food and I’ll pick the movie, deal?”
Ellis finally turned to me, and his face was no different than usual: just a cheerful, charming smile and perfect white teeth.
I blinked dumbly at him before shaking my head to clear it. “Yeah, sure. In that case, let’s do Indian.”
I guess all that worry had been for nothing. It was really pretty stupid the more I thought about it as we munched on our curries and watched Sabrina (the original, of course, with Audrey Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart). Ellis was more than experienced in the world of kink; a little voyeurism in a cramped apartment was probably nothing new for him, as he was clearly going to great efforts to prove to me.
We were both adults. It was just a little fun. And that was it.
I’d been convinced, even hoped, that the way Ellis had stared at me while he stroked his cock might mean something, but Ellis’s totally normal, totally casual, totally blasé behavior put those thoughts to bed.
We were friends. And we would always be just that, friends. It’s what I wanted. I could never lose him. Never.
Over the next few days, things were normal, which meant I yet again didn’t get calls for temp positions, yet again ate ramen, and yet again heard about Ellis’s slew of parties lined up with models and actresses and celebrities at mansions with pools and views of the Hills.
The day to submit the application for the sex study was fast approaching, and even if I was no Cinderella, the fact was I still needed a prince. A third prince.
In the meantime, Cade and Jamie and I kept going at it like rabbits. Apparently both men liked what the other brought to my bedroom, and clearly both liked me in my bedroom, so whenever either of them were free we’d meet at my place and fuck until the world seemed to disappear. How had I gotten this lucky?
One late afternoon as Cade, Jamie and I lay in bed after sex, Cade told me we should try finding a man for our foursome at the grocery. When Jamie and I expresse
d doubt, Cade told us how he’d met a nice girl when they’d each reached for the same bundle of broccolini.
“You don’t fucking say,” Jamie chuckled darkly before nibbling at my hip bone one afternoon. “Least it wasn’t fucking kale.”
I brushed my fingers through Cade’s hair while he laid his head on my bare chest and told him I would give it a try. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I had no idea where broccolini was in the grocery store or what it tasted like.
“I know a few musicians that might be down,” Jamie added, “but I’ve quit all their bands, so I think if they saw my dick they’d be more likely to chop it off than get aroused by it.”
“Why do you always quit your bands?” I asked, lifting my head to watch Jamie swirling his finger absentmindedly around my belly button.
“I take off whenever they want to do some fucking world tour, or sign with some fucking corporate label. I’d rather cut off me own goddamn nut sack than go corporate,” he said.
“Such sweet pillow talk,” Cade mumbled, nestling in closer to me.
I grinned and closed my eyes. But as I laid there between Cade and Jamie, feeling each of their heartbeats against my body, each one so different and yet both so perfect, a wave of fear swept over me: because this didn’t just feel like sex anymore. And that scared me.
This felt like…it felt like a relationship. A weird, non-conforming, totally-out-of-my-comfort-zone relationship. And I got the sense Jamie and Cade felt the same way.
But I wasn’t about to ask. Because if we did get selected for the sex study, once we finished it, where would that lead us? I couldn’t imagine the three of us staying this way.
Actually, I could, but as daring as I’d become with my sexual desires, I wasn’t yet daring enough to risk my heart by thinking that far into the future. It was one thing for Cade and Jamie to enjoy my company right now and to be up for tons of sex, but it didn’t mean they were going to fall in love with me and want a committed relationship. Singularly or polyamorously.