Chapter 9
CHAPTER 9
BEAU
J essamy stares at me, her eyes wide, her mouth agape. I kiss her, silencing her questions with a flick of my tongue. She trembles, the thrill of the moment lingering in her pretty eyes.
“Are you sure?” Malcolm asks. He’s shaken off his surprise, if he showed any at all. That smooth confidence has returned, his calculating stare, like he’s three steps ahead of us again.
“Yes,” I say, swimming in Jessamy’s eyes as I run my tongue over her lips. “Stay.”
“Jessamy,” he says, standing still. “Do you want me to stay?”
I run my thumbs along her cheeks, but I stay quiet this time. I leave the ultimate no to her. She can stop this with a word. I’ll keep her all to myself and we’ll continue on as we’ve always been. But out here, in this cabin, in its own little world, anything goes.
Whatever happens, happens.
Jessamy pulls her eyes away, looking at him as she trembles with need. “Yes,” she answers, already breathless. “Please stay, Malcolm.”
Malcolm takes a moment, his wide shoulders rising and falling once before he takes a step toward the bed. He sits down at the head of it, the mattress bowing beneath his weight, but there’s plenty of room for the three of us.
He sits back, his spine against the headboard. Already, my heart rate spikes, the heat of his gaze firing across my skin. Our next kiss is like a shockwave, my stomach clenching. It’s different from before. Before, down by the fireplace, I was a bundle of nerves; angry and unprepared for Malcolm’s challenge. But this time, as I kiss my beautiful wife, as I put my hands on her, laying her back on the bed, it’s nothing but heat.
Jessamy purrs as I kiss her neck. She parts her thighs, pulling me on top of her, her body a warm embrace, her lips a perfect refuge from the storm. We continue where we left off, our tongues lashing, our hands yanking at each other’s clothes. Every layer we cast off makes my skin tingle even more, the tether of Malcolm’s eyes on our bodies a constant pull in the back of my mind.
Jessamy whimpers, her back arching off the bed as I kiss down her body. I taste her sweet skin, drawing her twisted nipples through my teeth as I go.
It’s now I finally let myself look at Malcolm, unable to resist the temptation any longer. I watch as his eyes travel the length of Jessamy, her writhing form enough to make any man weak in the knees. I lick between her thighs, tasting her sweetness, making her thighs vibrate against my shoulders.
She places a hand on my head, drawing Malcolm’s eyes down to me. We hold our eye contact as I suck lightly on her lips. I notice the subtle jolt in his breath, the twitch of his hand toward his groin. But he stops himself, forcing his palms flat against his legs.
Jessamy moans softly. She tilts her head back. When Malcolm ends his eye contact with me, I know it’s because he’s looking at hers instead. Heat charges through me once more. I use it on her, lapping and flicking and sucking until I feel her nails dig into my scalp.
“Beau!” Jessamy quivers. “Don’t stop. Don’t?—!”
Words turn into nothing, and I taste the deluge of her arousal against my tongue.
When I look at Malcolm again, his eyes caress us both. His hands are fixed in tight fists, his posture stiff against the headboard, his breaths quick and sharp.
Jessamy’s mewling words pull my attention back to her. She sits up, her eyes low as she tilts forward toward me. I move with her, pushing onto my knees to align her mouth with my cock.
The moment her tongue touches me, my eyes flutter closed. The world dissolves around us, leaving nothing but the sinful pleasure of her mouth. I push my fingers through her hair, settling my hand on the back of her neck as I try not to come already—something made more difficult with each second that passes, each tug of Malcolm’s attention reminding me we are not alone.
I open my eyes to his once again. My mind sparks with fantasy, with images of him moving in next to me. Of Jessamy opening her mouth to him as well. Of us sharing in the pleasure of her tongue. Of him moving behind her. Her body speared between us. Her moaning both of our names as we fill her with cum.
“Fuck me.” Jessamy’s gasping moans pull me from my thoughts. “Please, Beau. Fuck me!” she says, her lips rolling over my tip.
She turns around, presenting her backside to me. I tremble all over, shifting into position, enjoying the view. The delicate curve of her back as it connects with her perfect, heart-shaped ass.
I push inside of her, filling her to the hilt with a guttural groan. She moans for it, smothering herself with the nearest pillow, pushing back into me as I thrust into her.
Malcolm watches, his eyes betraying his thoughts, his struggle to maintain control. His hand now rests against his groin, wanting more but holding back.
Another wave of fantasy takes hold of me. Images of Malcolm drawing closer, his beard brushing against my cheek as he whispers in my ear. He tells me to bend over. To relax as he pushes his cock inside me.
I grip Jessamy by the waist. I come hard, the tightness of her cunt milking me with each thrust. She slows her backward movements, letting me hold her in place, each breath coupled with a long, lingering moan of pleasure.
“Fuck,” I whisper, her pussy so tight, my cock still buried inside of her.
“Yeah,” Jessamy teases, her laughter light and sensual. “Fuck.”
She pushes herself up and I pull her against me, kissing her hard as she cranes her head back. My body still aches for her, needs her. Has it really only been a few hours since the fireplace? Since the shower? We haven’t been this hungry for each other since our honeymoon.
With a giggle, Jessamy falls forward out of my embrace, twisting onto her back as she looks up at me. I take the moment to admire her, to love her inside and out. Always.
“Fuck,” I say again, biting my lip as I take in the glistening wet folds at the apex of her thighs. My cock twitches greedily, already throbbing for more. “How am I still so hard?”
She chuckles. “You know why,” she teases, parting her legs even wider. “Keep going.”
I move down, hovering over her long enough to give her a kiss before toppling onto my side next to her. “In a minute,” I say, catching my breath. “Need to rest a little first.”
Jessamy hums with delight, too exhausted to argue. She closes her eyes, her chest rising and falling with her breath.
I look past her, finding Malcolm at the head of the bed. Our eyes connect again, but something different passes between us. This time, he looks back with quiet desperation, an aching plea.
A single silent question.
Knowing I can’t deny him, I nod.
But it’s not up to me.
Malcolm shifts on the bed, stealing Jessamy’s attention. She opens her eyes as he moves into the space between her thighs and she inhales sharply as he pushes his zipper down, opening it just enough to expose the thick tuft of black hair above his bulge.
Placing a gentle hand on her thigh, Malcolm’s eyes travel the length of her body, his breath held as he asks, “May I?”