22. Eighteen
Eighteen
Fallon
T o say Jake startled me awake was an understatement when he kicked open the bedroom door. “Baby!”
The hallway light created enough of a glow to register the panic on his face. He gripped his massive erection in one hand and held his phone in the other.
“Jake?”
“Baby,” he sputtered. “Baby. I’m so sorry. So fucking sorry. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t fucking mean it.”
Squinting through one eye, I sat up and tried to make sense of things. Nearly midnight, he jolted me out of an already restless sleep as he stood almost naked and in tears. Sweat lined his forehead, and he wiped it away with his wrist.
“You… what?”
He rushed forward, sitting on the edge of the bed beside me with eyes wild and dick so hard it leaked pre-cum in thick beads. This was unexpected.
“What are you talking about?” I said, my voice hoarse. “What’s going on? Why are you… a disaster? An aroused disaster?”
Jake shook his head; his brows pinched tight. “It’s so hot in your house, baby. I think… I think I went crazy, and the beer didn’t help, and I fucked up. I violated your trust.”
I swallowed the lump of fear in my throat. This was it. This was when he would confess that he made a mistake staying and wanted to end things. He found someone who could give him everything he wanted without compromise.
I never should have let him stay. I never should have made him pick between his dreams of a family and me—
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, shoving his phone into my hands and hanging his head. “I’m so sorry, Fallon.”
It took me a moment to understand what I was looking at. I blinked and glanced up. “Is this a video?”
“Yes,” he mumbled, covering his face.
I hit play, and the picture became clearer. My hand shot over my mouth.
“Is that a dick?” I couldn’t take my eyes off it as I bit my lip. “That’s some serious stroking. Are they mad about something?”
Jake groaned just as I recognized that dick and that grip .
“Is that Beau’s dick?”
He lowered his hands. “Shit, baby. How do you know that?” Shaking his head, he quickly added, “Don’t answer. I’m sorry, Fal. I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m freaking the fuck out here!”
I scrolled through the messages. “Clearly.”
Reading the texts, I waved my hand and encouraged him to settle down.
“Oh, my god.” I sighed, tugging on my bottom lip. “You guys are such idiots.”
“You’re pissed?”
“No,” I said, distracted as I finished the last few messages.
It didn’t piss me off that Beau and Jake taunted one another. Nothing upset me about the details Jake shared. That made me hot, too. He wanted Beau to imagine us together.
I wanted their desire, and both of them focused on me. But I also wanted them focused on each other.
I want, I want, I want. It consumed me, selfish and greedy as it was. I wanted so much, and I think… Jake wanted it all, too.
I wasn’t sure how to tell Jake I saw the glances between him and Beau that night in the woods. And maybe it was stupid male competitive garbage or the thrill of arousal from watching me with Beau.
But that charge electrified the energy between them even before I came along. I was unsure how to bring it up when he was freaking out for talking about jerking off with another man.Not any man—Beau.
“It’s sexy,” I whispered, my breath catching as I replayed the video.
A brief clip, only seconds, but Beau fisting his thick cock and handling it in rough tugs, stopping briefly to fondle his balls…
“It’s hot,” I licked my lips, “thinking of you two doing that at the same time. Were you touching yourself, too?”
Jake appeared mildly ill. “Yes, I shouldn’t have. It feels like a violation of trust, and on your couch, no less!”
He needed to rein it in if he thought the three of us would do this in real time.
Then again, I doubted he expected to do anything with Beau, let alone without me. Not that I’d mind that . Two sexy men, beautiful bodies and cocks working each other.Their hands and mouths and tongues and teeth… The ways they could make each other feel good, and maybe I’d be the one watching.
Good lord. Jake was right. This house was sweltering. I pressed a hand to the back of my neck, damp with sweat as my body ignited.
I coaxed him to relax beside me, and we rested against the headboard.
“I like that it turned you on to think about doing those things to me. Did you think about Beau with us? Touching himself while you were touching me?”
He gave a heavy swallow, his chest heaving with the admission. “Yes.”
Heat bloomed in my belly.“Watch this with me,” I said, sliding closer and resting my hand on his thigh. I hit play, biting my lip and glancing at him. “This is dirty, isn’t it? To see him so exposed and hot? To witness what you’re doing to him?”
My hand drifted up Jake’s leg, stroking him over his briefs. He groaned, his head dropping against the headboard as his half-hooded eyes focused on the video.
“I love it, too. It feels powerful. Knowing just the thought of you can stimulate that kind of reaction is tantalizing. I bet it feels that way when you see me get wet, doesn’t it?”
His eyes shot to mine, his jaw slackening as I rubbed him. “Yes. Fuck. Yes. Makes me feel so good to see you turned on. When it’s me doing it, I feel like a goddamn king.”
I smiled, pressing kisses along his torso. “This made me really wet, Jake.” My mouth trailed lower, brushing over the hair near his navel.
“Show me,” he rasped, his feet flexing as he pressed them into the bed.
I tutted, catching him by the wrist before he could dip into my shorts. “Seeing you turned on by something naughty is sensual. Call him.”I nipped at the sensitive skin just below his belly button.
“Baby, I’ll do anything you want right now. Suck me, please.”
“Oh, I do like to hear you beg.” I eased down his briefs to free his cock. Thick and long, Jake was a work of art. My breath fanned against his smooth skin, his dick twitching. Heat radiated from his body as he groaned and writhed beneath me.
“I’m begging, baby. Take me in your mouth. Lick me. Kiss me. I’m in agony. ”
“Call him,” I whispered. “Put it on video. Show him what I’m about to do to you. Show him it’s okay that he sent it. We liked it.”
I knew Beau. He was at home right now, panicking that he messed up and scared Jake off.
I passed Jake the phone, leaving the choice in his hands.
My heart sank when Jake set the phone on the nightstand beside the bed. For a moment, I sincerely believed he would make the call.
When I realized he rested it against the lamp’s base and angled it so the camera faced us, I took him deep down my throat.
Yes.
He groaned, his fist balled tight as he hit the mattress and murmured his approval.
Vaguely aware of the ringing over the sloppy sounds of my mouth, anxiety fluttered in my gut with the worry that Beau might not pick up .
Jake’s eyes slammed shut, and his hands tangled in my hair to guide me along his length. I doubted he’d call back if Beau didn’t answer.
“Why are you calling me, man? I didn’t mean it—oh shit.” Beau’s panicked voice melted into a deliciously surprised gasp. Wild and nervous eyes relaxed into the same lust-drunk wonderment as Jake staring down at me.
“Oh shit,” Beau whispered. “Oh. Holy shit.”
Jake groaned, bucking his hips and pistoning with short, hard thrusts. “I know, right?”
My gaze shifted to the screen, and I recognized Beau’s childhood bedroom from the big-tittied blonde in the poster on the wall behind him. I choked on a laugh, then on Jake.
He brushed the hair from my forehead, smiling down at me. “So pretty, baby. You look so good like this.”
Warmth flooded my body with his praise, my skin flushing with pleasure. Scraping my nails lightly over his abdomen, I hummed and sucked hard on the tip, circling my tongue around the crown. Beau released a strangled moan. His heavy exhales matched Jake’s.
Beau sat back on his heels and focused on the screen. “Can I watch?”
“Dipshit,” Jake rasped, bunching my hair into his fist to give Beau a clear view as I licked him with a broad stroke of my tongue. “That’s why she called you. Fuck, baby. Yeah. Show him how deep you can go.”
“Oh, I know,” Beau murmured, his boxers already off and his cock in hand. “That mouth, sweet girl. Jesus, Jake. Tell me about her mouth and what she’s doing.”
Relaxing to take him, I swallowed every glorious inch until my nose brushed against the rough stubble of trimmed pubic hair. He bit his bottom lip and held my head down briefly before releasing me to breathe.
Hypersensitive to his touch, I whimpered, desperate for more. He smirked, squeezing my breast and pinching my nipple hard between his fingers. Rarely did I have to ask for what I wanted; he knew.
Jake grunted softly, his eyes drifting over the curve of my spine. His hand slid along my back and dipped in the crease between my ass, sliding up again.
“Smooth and wet heaven. Lips wrapped tight, sucking on me like she can’t get enough. You can’t, can you, baby?”
I met his gaze, giving a slight shake of my head. Jake’s jaw hung slack as he panted hard, and the heat of his breath fanned through my hair. His eyes darkened with pleasure.
“She looks so good with her mouth full, Beau. She’s greedy to take it all. A beautiful thing.”
The faint breathing in the video lit my body on fire. Beau had lubed himself, his hand working in fast strokes. “Do you like to come in her mouth? Or pull out and paint her?”
Jake cursed softly and took a deep breath. “In her mouth. She’ll take all of it. God, she’s so good for me.” His fingers tangled in my hair and pulled hard enough to sting my scalp. I loved it, his roughness and his heavy hand. His desire and his unabashed lust.
I craved more. More touch everywhere. For a moment, I closed my eyes and imagined what it’d be like if Beau were behind me, touching me while I had Jake in my mouth.The feel of his palms sliding over my ass and spreading me, his fingertips digging into my flesh, and the warm, wet heat of his tongue on my pussy.
“She’s getting squirmy,” Jake murmured, focusing on me. Intense and searing, that look stirred every sinful and debased desire thrumming through my body.
“Touch her,” Beau whined.
Jake dropped his head back as my hand worked in tandem with my mouth.“You sound needier than her. How do you want me to touch my girl?”
Beau jerked himself in fast, hard pulls, corkscrewing on the upstroke. I imitated the same maneuver on Jake as he grunted, groaned, and cursed.
“Those sexy nipples haven’t been licked and sucked, have they, you neglectful dick?” Beau taunted. “I’d focus on those. Lavish and worship them. Perfect size tits on her, right? Just a handful, enough to squeeze together and fuck when you’ve gone too rough on her pussy. ”
Jake released a guttural groan, his cock thickening in my mouth.“She’s going to take me. You better fucking watch,” he panted.
His nostrils flared, and the muscles in his neck flexed. He arched his back and moaned, coming with his fingers wrapped in my hair and my name on his tongue.
“Shit,” Beau breathed.
Jake was quick to flip me onto my back. My body bounced against the mattress, and the springs squeaked beneath me. His arms tucked behind my knees to lift my lower half off the bed and bring me closer to his face as he lay on his stomach.
A wicked glint flashed in his eyes, and he bit the inside of my thigh. I gasped with the sharp sting, tugging his hair as he kissed his way up my belly and traced my nipple with his tongue.
I melted when he sucked my nipple into his mouth. The wet heat drove me wild, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud and alternating bites with soothing licks.
“Harder, baby. Harder,” I panted.
The low groan from Jake’s throat curled my toes against the sheets. He sucked with an exquisite pressure, giving me exactly what I wanted.
“Pull his hair,” Beau rasped. “Sweet girl, make him hurt.”
My fingers wound through Jake’s hair, damp with sweat, and bunched it near the scalp. He grunted with the sting, causing Beau to groan.
This was unbeatable. Indecent, yet perfect. Like this was how it was supposed to go, why it wasn’t strange or uncomfortable. The three of us working in tandem felt right.
Switching breasts, Jake murmured, “What next?”
Beau hadn’t even responded, and I was bucking and writhing beneath Jake, desperate and needy for what was to come.
“Hand around her throat,” Beau rumbled. “Squeeze until she squirms. Rub your spent cock against her cunt. Wake it up. She’ll want it. Insatiable, that one.”
“Fucking know it,” Jake whispered, his hand around my neck and applying firm pressure.
Jake had a heavy touch and bracketed my throat during sex, but choking was new.
His eyes stared into mine, his dick hard again between my legs. He traced his swollen crown along my slit, wet with arousal. His hips rolled forward, teasing me. “Tap out if you need, baby.”
I gave a slight nod, my eyes watering with the emotion in my chest.
The memories of Beau’s hand on my throat, deep thrusts inside as I let go and collapsed into bliss beneath him. Gasping and panting, not for air, but for understanding. Because I had trusted Beau enough to surrender to him. Not just to his hands, but to my long-standing feelings.
“I could fall in love with you if you let me, sweet girl. ”
I had wanted him to. My body trembled as the memory of his words pulsed through me.
“I love you,” Jake whispered, eyes locked.
A tear slid down my cheek, my lips parting with a labored inhale to tell him I love him. So much—too much sometimes, because the thought of ever losing him terrified me. Fear that my brokenness would push him away. That I wasn’t enough.
But in this room, at this moment, I felt wholly adored in the eyes of these two men.
“Ease up,” Beau directed. “Then press her knee to her chest. Take her slowly and show me.”
My gaze flickered to Beau, pleasure adorning his face with furrowed brows and rapt focus.
“Sometimes I feel so much, Beau. I can’t hold it all and don’t know what to do.”
“You give it to others, sweet girl. I’m here. What do you have for me?”
Jake’s grip relaxed on my throat as he shifted his weight to lean on his right side and clear a view for Beau. Hitching my knee, he pressed it against my chest, opening me wider. The sheets rustled beneath me.
“She’s so wet, Beau. She’s dripping on the bed.” He rubbed his cock inside my upper thigh, sticky with pre-cum. “I want you, baby. I need you.”
“Slow,” Beau breathed, his hand relaxing. “Go slow. I want to see it all.”
Jake eased in, and Beau whispered, “Even slower.”
With arms shaking, Jake moved with a tender stroke.
Beau’s eyes drifted to mine. “Stay slow and go deep,” he murmured, rubbing himself unhurriedly to match pace with Jake. “Sweet girl is gonna stroke her clit and get there for you.”
Our eyes stayed locked through the screen, my bottom lip trembling. Beau instructed Jake to fuck me the way Beau had the last time we were together, maybe the way Beau would now if he could. It elevated and broke my heart in equal measure.
“Feels real good, right?” Beau whispered. He directed the words to Jake, but they weren’t meant for him.
Jake buried his face in my neck. His breath fanned against my skin as he nodded and groaned. “So good.”
Beau licked his lips, his gaze unrelenting. “Feels like it’s exactly where you’re supposed to be, doesn’t it?”
My lips parted, Jake striking deep as his hands pinned my hips to the bed to leverage the force of his movements. My fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to me as I took every thrust and rubbed myself.
“Feels like she’s yours, right?”
“Yes, always,” Jake murmured. He grunted softly with each drive into me.
The weight of his body was familiar, draped over mine and driving me into the mattress. It was his thick cock filling me, his lips on my skin. But my eyes shuddered closed, my thighs shaking and my heart trembling, knowing what would come next because it had happened before—not with Jake, but with Beau.
“Make her yours, then. Pull out and come on her,” Beau commanded softly.
Jake moved fast, sliding out to tower over me. On his knees, he jerked his cock with one hand and grasped my hip with the other.
Glistening with my arousal, his hand skated over his erection as he panted and grunted. Dropping his head back, he came with a sharp exhale through his nose. Cum jetted onto my stomach and tits in warm spurts.
Beau groaned when my finger trailed through Jake’s release to bring a taste to my lips. He came hardly a moment after.
Jake fought to catch his breath, his arms shaking as he lowered to kiss my forehead. His chest pressed to mine, our skin sticky, and we laughed at the squelching sound when he pulled back.
Messy, sweaty, and sated, three sets of eyes glanced at each other. It should have been awkward, maybe weird or uncomfortable, too.But it wasn’t.
Jake was the first to grin, tugging me up to hug me close, undeterred by the mess.
Beau reached out of the frame to grab a tissue and wipe himself. I studied them both, relishing the quiet but content energy.
I broke into a radiant smile. “That was incredible.”
“Not bad,” Jake agreed, sighing and collapsing onto his back.
For a man who entered my bedroom under the guise of catastrophe, he sure looked pleased. Fingers fanned through his hair as he smiled at the ceiling.
Beau clucked. “Proud bastard, aren’t you? Best night of your life.” He gestured to me, smiling. “Definitely the best night of hers. Look at that orgasm blush.”
Jake lifted his head to look at me, assessing. “Damn, baby.”
I patted my warm cheeks to cool them down, but cum-sticky, it proved less than ideal, and I gave up, collapsing beside Jake.
Beau yawned, flopping back on his bed. I rested my chin on Jake’s chest, glancing at the screen.
“You guys cuddle afterward or what?” Beau asked, stretching to reach for more Kleenex. “I like a good cuddle.”
I bit my lip. Beau excelled at cuddling.
Jake snickered. “Yeah, come on over.”
“Board-certified big spoon over here,” Beau murmured, sleep heavy in his voice. “Don’t tease. I take my duties seriously.”
Jake puffed a laugh, rubbing his hand over his face and shaking his head. “Next time. Goodnight, Beau.”
It was Beau who ended the call. I think Jake would have left it on.
“Sometimes I feel so much, Beau. I can’t hold it all and don’t know what to do.”
Tonight, there was room for all of it. I didn’t have to hold it alone; they wanted me to share it with them.