“Jesus, Frankie.”
Jack’s fingers wrapped around my wrist, pulling me into the apartment. I
teetered on the heels, fighting back a giggle, as he scooped up my coat and
purse, throwing them at me. Slamming the door shut, he turned to me, lips
curving in a smile. “Are you out of your mind?”
“Is this a trick question?” Kicking the heels off, I took a
running leap. He caught me, hands cupping my ass, stumbling back a step,
colliding with the door. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I crushed my
mouth to his in a greedy kiss. He met my demand, all teeth and tongue and
bruising lips. Coming up for air, I rasped out a laugh. “I didn’t want to
wait.”
“Hey, Jack, did you drink the last beer again? It’s your
turn to….” Ian’s voice trailed off. I didn’t have to look to know he was
probably staring at the ceiling. “Frankie.”
“Ian.” Unwrapping my legs, I slid down Jack, his hands never
changing position. I caught my breath at the feel of his erection pressing
against my stomach. Unable to help myself, I wiggled just a little, snickering
when Jack bit back a moan. “How’re you doing?”
“I was upset about the lack of beer.” He cleared his throat,
coughing once. “I, uh, I’ll take the long way to the corner store.”
I arched a single eyebrow, cocking my head. Jack’s eyes
narrowed. Taking a step back, I clasped my hands in front of me, bouncing
slightly on my toes. He pointed a finger at me. “That’s cheating.”
“And?” I fisted my hands on my hips, tapping a foot. “Come
on. You know you want to.”
“Maybe I’m on the wrong track, but if you’re talking about
what I think you’re talking about, Frankie might want to put on a few more
clothes.” Ian coughed again. “Or keep the coat buttoned.”
I rolled my eyes at Jack. “See? How can you say no when he’s
so clueless.”
“One day, you’ll get over your need to corrupt every
sexually innocent person you come into contact with.” Jack’s lips quirked
upward. “Probably right about the time I do.”
“Yeah. I don’t have a clue what you two are talking about.”
I spun around, stalking across the room to come to a stop
inches away from Ian. Like Jack, his hair stood up in random places, the dark
brown locks in need of a cut. Unlike Jack, his dark blue eyes were full of confusion,
not desire. Grabbing his shirt, I yanked hard, the buttons popping, flying
around the room. He stared at me, jaw dropped.
Pushing up on my toes, I used my grip on his shirt to pull
him the rest of the way down. His lips were hesitant at first, soft against
mine. Impatient, I tugged harder on his shirt, thrusting my tongue into his
mouth. His hands were suddenly around my waist, his thumbs rubbing the
underside of my breasts, as he took control of the kiss.
After long moments, he drew back. The sound of our ragged
breaths echoed through the room. Now there was desire in his eyes and a hint of
smugness in his smile. “Now I know what you’re talking about.”
“Nice to know your fancy law education is good for
something.” I pushed the shirt off his shoulders and started working on his
belt buckle. “Get naked. Now.”
“You have such a charming, genteel way of putting things.”
He sucked in a breath when I unzipped his jeans, kneeling and tugging off the
denim and plain cotton briefs. “And such a refined set of manners.”
“Now you can shut up.” To make sure he did, I wrapped a hand
around his erection, squeezing gently. Leaning forward, I ran my tongue over
the head of his shaft before sliding it fully into my mouth. He shuddered, his
hands fisting in my still wet hair when I lightly scraped my teeth down his
length. Nobody had been more surprised than Ian to find he enjoyed his sex with
an undertone of pain.
Maybe Jack. But only because he would always think of Ian as
a lawyer first.
Almost as if my thoughts summoned him, his fingers trailed
up over my ribs, teasing lightly at the outer curve of my breasts. My skin
broke out in goosebumps at the touch of his calloused hands tracing patterns
over sensitive flesh. He pressed his lips to the spot between my shoulder
blades, nipping softly.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I eased Ian’s shaft down my throat,
until my forehead rested against his pelvis. I had to concentrate, to remember
to breathe through my nose, to relax, to not panic.
But the look on his face when I slid back, until just the
head rested on my tongue, was worth all of it.
“It’s an amazing feeling, isn’t it?” I shivered at Jack’s
words, warm breath blowing over my ear. He bit down on my earlobe and I moaned.
Above me, Ian sucked in a breath, his fingers twisting almost painfully in my
hair. Jack laughed at both of us, the Kentucky drawl dripping with peppered
honey. “He wants you to do it again, Frankie.”
In answer, I pressed forward, faster this time but still
slow. The first time was always the hardest but taking either of them, Ian or
Jack, that deep in my mouth wasn’t easy. What felt amazing in other places made
for difficult breathing and a sore throat if we weren’t careful.
Ian understood, his hands never leaving my hair but never
doing more than just gripping and kneading. Vaguely, I was aware of cool air on
my back and wondered dimly where Jack had gone to. Cupping Ian’s ass in my
hands, I swallowed hard, my throat massaging his long length. He groaned, the
sound reverberating through both of us, an endless loop. The slightest breeze
blew over the backs of my hands, followed by intense heat.
And suddenly I knew where Jack was.
I shifted my gaze, looking up just in time to watch Jack’s
fingers close over Ian’s nipples. This time we all sucked in a breath, Ian’s
eyes closing, his head tipping back to lean against Jack’s shoulder. Heat
flashed through me, stoking the flames of passion I’d purposely let die to a
low simmer while pleasuring Ian. I squeezed my thighs together, wetness
surging, as I struggled to maintain the slow, steady slide of my tongue and
teeth up and down the hard flesh in my mouth.
Much like he’d done to me, Jack pressed his lips to Ian’s
skin. First his shoulders, trailing his tongue over the hard muscles. Then the
curve of his neck, biting down gently before laving at the mark. The spot
behind his ear, the lobe, the base of his jaw. Ever so slowly, Ian shifted,
turning his face to Jack.
I stopped, waiting, Ian’s hot, hard, length resting in my
mouth. No matter how many times I saw it, it still took my breath away. Still
pushed my control to the breaking point.
Their lips met, the first touch hesitant as always. And then
Jack took control, one hand cradling the base of Ian’s head, crushing their
mouths together. Ian’s hands fisted tighter in my hair, nails digging into my
scalp. The pain didn’t even faze me. I was too far gone at the sight of their
kiss.
Jack’s other hand appeared in my line of sight, his nails
scraping over the jumping muscles in Ian’s stomach. Without being told, I
shifted again, drawing back until I could swirl my tongue over and around the
head of Ian’s erection, but nothing else. My hands fell away from him, one
going down to the floor to brace myself, the other slipping between my thighs.
I stopped, my breathing growing ragged as I waited.
When Jack’s fingers stroked the length of Ian’s cock,
gliding down then up before closing in a fist at the base, I plunged two
fingers deep in my sheath.
The orgasm was brutal, ripping through me with the force of
a small bomb. I shut my eyes, pressing down hard on the floor in an effort to
keep my balance. My lips opened briefly on a half sigh, half moan, before
closing around the flesh in my mouth, even harder than before. Fingers tapped
my cheek and I opened my eyes to stare up at them, Jack’s hand partially
obscuring my view.
“Watch, Frankie.” Jack’s voice was hoarse with want, shaky
with desire. “Watch.”
As I did, his hand stroked up and down Ian’s length, the
speed never changing. And still I trembled, Ian trembled—even Jack, something I
didn’t see until he opened his fist briefly, adjusted his grip. I struggled to
work the flesh in my mouth and my own fingers in my sex equally, to not abandon
one or the other and just let mindless need take over.
Suddenly, Ian jerked me off his shaft. The warm, wet flesh
slid over my lips, leaving behind salty, slick residue. His hands pulled me the
rest of the way to my feet until I strained up on my toes. We both groaned when
he slammed his mouth against mine. I pushed back just as fiercely, knowing even
as I did that I’d be bruised and sore in the morning.
His hands raced down my back, closing over my ass. Lifting
his head a half inch, he rasped out, “Put your arms on my shoulders. And hold
on.”
Much like I did Jack earlier, I bounced off my toes, my
elbows coming to rest on his shoulders. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I
arched high, my heart hammering in my chest. Slowly, he lowered me down, his
fingers digging harder in my flesh.
Over his shoulder, Jack’s eyes bored into mine, harsh,
ragged breaths coming between his lips. One of his hands gripped Ian’s
shoulder, fingers white with tension. The other eased Ian’s length inside me,
his knuckles grazing my clit, the tissue slick and hardened with excitement.
At the last possible moment, Jack released his grip on Ian’s
cock and I slid down the last few inches. His knuckles ground into my sensitive
flesh and I sucked in a breath. For a moment, we all stood still, our breathing
slowing and syncing.
I bent my elbows, wrapping one around Ian’s neck. The other
I extended, offering my still wet fingers to Jack. His tongue flicked out,
swirling around them, licking them clean. Sighing, he stepped closer, laying a
kiss at the base of Ian’s neck.
“Think you can make it to one of the bedrooms, Lawyer Boy?”
In answer, Ian’s hands tightened on my ass. He took a
hesitant step forward and we both groaned as the movement shifted… everything.
Clenching his jaw, he replied, “Yes.”
“Without either of you coming .”
I sucked in a breath, huffed it out. “Be reasonable, Jack.”
“I am.” Reaching out, he rubbed his thumb over my lower lip.
“Trust me.”
Ian took a deep breath and took a step toward his bedroom. I
closed my eyes, doing my best to think of anything but the pulsing emanating
from my core. Taxes, drink recipes, bank account numbers…. I didn’t care,
anything to take my mind off the inevitable gentle thrust of his hips against
mine, the slow bounce of my body on the hard length deep inside me.
Finally, the torture stopped and not a moment too soon. I
opened my eyes when it did, pressing my face against the crook of Ian’s neck.
“We’re crazy.”
“Absolutely.” Slowly, he eased down to the edge of the bed,
sweat pouring down his face. He paused, chewing on his lower lip. “How do we….”
“Carefully.” We both turned to see Jack leaning against the
doorway, arms crossed. At some point in our journey, he’d shed his clothes, the
last of us to do so. My throat went dry at the sight of his erection, jutting
away from his body. His eyes were dark with passion. “Inch your way back.”
Slowly, we did just that. Excrutiatingly slowly. The little
wiggles and jerks and up and down movements were almost as bad as the seemingly
mile long walk to the bedroom. After what seemed like an hour but was probably
no more than five minutes, Jack said, “Stop.”
Ian flopped back, closing his eyes on shuddering breath.
“Christ.” His hands slid up, fingers now digging into my hips. “I’m going to
die if we don’t finish this.”
“Patience, Lawyer Boy.” The bed dipped under us and I
shivered at the feel of Jack’s hand on my back. He pressed me forward gently,
kneading the base of my neck. “Hold on.”
Cool, wet liquid dripped down the crevice of my ass. I
froze, sucking in a deep breath. A single finger massaged my rear entrance
before easing inside. More cooling liquid as Jack slid a second finger in deep,
twisting and turning the digits.
“Oh, God.” Maybe I moaned it. Maybe Ian did.
Jack chuckled, sliding his fingers back out. One calloused
hand closed over a cheek, pulling it slightly away from the other. “Relax.”
At the first touch of the head of his shaft, I crushed my
mouth to Ian’s. He responded in kind, doing his part to keep me from tensing
up. We’d done this before. We knew what awaited us with enough patience.
We all moaned when the natural resistance gave way, the
rounded head easing inside. Jack didn’t thrust, but instead pushed forward
slowly, steadily. The entire time, Ian kissed me, tongues tangling together.
Hands—his and Jack’s—roved over my heated flesh, gentle scratches, firm
caresses.
Finally, finally, Jack’s hips came to rest against my ass. I
broke the kiss with Ian, turning to rest my cheek on his shoulder. For long
moments, we simply remained still, all our bodies adjusting to the almost too
intimate closeness. Jack shifted, draping his body over my back. Sweeping my
hair to the side, he laid a kiss over my pulse. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” Pushing up slightly, I turned to kiss him—the first
kiss since I’d jumped him at the door. Even with Ian inside me, underneath me,
around me—it all melted away until the only thing I could see or feel or taste
was Jack. “More.”
Drawing me up, his teeth closed over my shoulder, his hands
gripping my hips with bruising intensity. He didn’t thrust his hips so much as
roll them, withdrawing no more than an inch or two before pushing deep again. I
tilted my head back, resting it against his shoulder and closing my eyes.
Ian’s hands closed over my breasts, massaging them roughly.
His own hips moved in counter time to Jack’s, his pubic bone grinding against
my clit with each upward thrust. Cursing, he shifted, bending his knees and
planting his feet on the mattress. I sucked in a breath at the new angle,
clutching at his knees, using them for support.
I fought the orgasm. Minutes before I would have given in
gladly. Now I wanted it to wait. I wanted more. But the teasing—mine, Jack’s,
Ian’s—had taken its toll. I couldn’t hold back the orgasm any more than I could
hold back the tide.
“Close.” Ian gritted the words out. I opened my eyes,
struggled to focus on his face. His jaw was clenched with the effort of holding
back, the muscles in his neck corded with the strain. “Jack.”
“I know.” Jack wrapped my hair around his hand, jerking me
back. The angle of Ian’s thrusts beneath me changed again, grew painfully
sharp. It only edged the orgasm closer. His other hand streaked down between my
thighs, his fingers plucking at the sensitive tissue there. Behind me, the
small thrusts grew shorter, more brutal. “Fuck. Frankie. Look at me.”
The tremors were already starting, the muscles in my thighs
shaking, my breathing coming in harsh pants. The intense, brilliant blue of
Jack’s eyes took my breath away.
“You’re mine.”
I sucked in a deep breath. “Always.”
Jack’s mouth crushed down on mine. His fingers on my clit
pinched hard. Ian reared up, closing his mouth over my right nipple, biting
down sharply. Their hips drove forward at the same time, filling me completely.
Pleasure was a dark wave, swamping all of us.
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