24. Twenty
Twenty
Jake
T he pads of his fingers tapped together digit by digit as Beau stood in Fallon’s living room, his eyes scanning the space like he’d find something interesting in the tiny and sweltering house.
Aside from a few canvas paintings Fallon picked up at a garage sale when moving in, the walls were bare and painted a neutral cream color. Would have thought Beau strolled through the Louvre with the way he studied them.
Ten minutes of silent consideration was his tipping point. He cleared his throat and gestured to the couch.
“The place is cute, Fal. The couch looks cozy.”
Fallon’s wide smile remained plastered on her face as she nodded. “Super cozy!” Her voice was too loud, and she continued grinning in frozen terror.
“Baby,” I said softly, my hands on her hips to guide her over. “He hinted that you should get comfortable on the couch.”
“Oh!” Her cheeks turned a deeper pink as she fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. “Right. Yeah, totally.”
I glanced at Beau, but only caught the back of his head. He went to the couch, sat, and patted beside him.
She joined, and I sat on her other side, sinking into the worn cushioning. Beau’s hand draped over the back of the couch, his fingertips ghosting the top of her shoulders.
“Relax, sweet girl. It’s supposed to be fun.”
She puffed a breath. “Yep.” Her hands clasped tight in her lap, knuckles turning white as she squeezed. “So. How do we start?”
I frowned, trying to catch his eye, but he focused on Fallon, which was expected. It shouldn’t have bugged me that he’d yet to make eye contact with me.
“It was fun in the woods, wasn’t it?” he said, his voice a low gravelly that had her thighs pressing together. “Easy, right? Natural? Felt good?”
She licked her lips and whispered, “Yes.”
Beau pushed aside a few stray hairs falling from her bun to kiss along her neck.
“We were good together, all of us. We know how to touch and please you, don’t we?”
Fallon’s eyes closed, her head dropping back as she exhaled an unsteady breath.
“Tonight is about you, sweet girl. Giving you what you want, what feels good.” He sucked on her skin, the wet sounds of his mouth deliciously erotic.
“We feel good, don’t we? When we work your body and worship you? One is nice, but two will blow your mind. You want to do that?” Another wet suck of his mouth and I adjusted myself. “Hmm?”
A whimper of agreement, and she nodded. Her fingers dug hard into her thighs.
Unable to look away, I slid half an inch closer, my heart racing.
“I’m going to kiss you.” Beau’s eyes drifted to mine as he kissed a slow trail along her jaw, bracketing her throat to guide her to face me. “He’s going to watch.”
Her chest rose, her nipples straining against her tank top as she arched her back into his touch. I wanted my mouth on her—his mouth on her, too.
His palm smoothed over her belly, sliding beneath her top and caressing her breast. He pinched her nipple, earning a hard gasp from her parted lips.
The fabric taunted me, a barrier to seeing his skin on hers, but each subtle shift of his fingers rolling and plucking sent a jolt of electricity up my spine. More. I wanted to see more.
Her soft skin flushed pink, a bloom of arousal. The stiff peak of her nipple hardened into a tight little bud. She was gorgeous, but to see her aroused was striking. I didn’t want to miss a moment of it.
I should hate this. I should stop this. I should be ashamed of this.
I shouldn’t palm my dick over my jeans, shifting to spread my legs wider and slide down my zipper, letting indecency and desire consume me.
“He won’t touch you until I say so,” Beau whispered in her ear, a mean fucking smile as he glanced at the visible hard-on in my jeans and my eager hand stroking it. “He won’t touch himself until I say so, either.”
“Shit,” I groaned, my skin tight and my cock already heavy and aching. But I stopped.
I didn’t know what to expect tonight. Figured it’d get grumbly and testosterone-filled in the room. Maybe a little crowded with some alpha posturing. But at that moment, I didn’t protest him taking charge.
“He’s going to watch my hands all over your body. He’ll see how hard you make me, how much you drive me wild, sweet girl. How wet you are for me .” He slowly dragged his hand from her shirt to hook a finger over the waistband of her shorts.“Show him, but leave your panties on. He’s a greedy motherfucker, and he hasn’t yet earned the reward of seeing your perfect, beautiful pussy.”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Shit.
“I love your taste. You know that?” he murmured against her neck. Goosebumps blossomed over her skin.“I still think about you on my tongue, sweet and sinful.”
It was impossible to tell if Beau sought to destroy or thrill me, but hardly five minutes on this couch, and I was prepared to beg to join. My lips pressed tight to keep quiet.
I wanted him to take her, to lick her clit and suck her and make her writhe and squirm and whimper beneath him. I wanted her to come and come again, to come until she cried and swore she couldn’t give him anything else. And then I wanted him to take it.
I wanted her limp and ruined, a soft smile playing on her lips as she drifted to sleep in a coma of pleasure. Even if it wasn’t my mouth, hands, or cock satisfying her into oblivion.
Beau licked along her skin, sliding his tongue over the pulse point in her neck. “Wonder if he’ll earn anything at all tonight.”
“You’re an asshole,” I murmured.
Fallon wiggled out of her shorts and kicked them off.A provocative smile adorned her face, eyes alight with incendiary teasing. These two might kill me, and neither fucking cared.
I didn’t care either.
Beau hummed his approval. “Spread those thighs, sweet girl. Show him how you’ve soaked those panties for me.”
Undeniable arousal thrummed through her body. Eyes glassy, cheeks flushed. My girl was turned on.
I was, too.My dick throbbed, heavy and neglected, as heat pulsed through my veins. I gripped the couch like a tether to my sanity.
“Jake,” Beau’s voice cut my thoughts, a slight taunt lacing the call. “What’s it like seeing my hands on your girl? How does it feel to know she’s wet for me?” His finger traced over her mouth, his eyes following the path. “I haven’t even started, and she is a mess.”
She whimpered, her fingers digging into the cushions as she flexed and brushed her feet over the carpet. My girl got squirmy when she needed to be touched. Beau tilted his head, watching with a feral smile.
He knew it, too.
Her eyes shot to him, pinched in a silent plea. Touch me .
Beau was invested in her pleasure, just like me. If anything, he had more to prove. The heated flare in his eyes showed he planned to.
“Look at that.” He sighed, beholding Fallon’s drenched panties. So wet, the cotton slicked to her pussy.
“She was soaked before you came,” I muttered, the words rough to get out.
She was so needy, my wanton girl, that I could scent her arousal. It only made my blood pump faster, and my desire soar. Horny and dying, I clawed at the couch until my fingers were numb.
Goddamn. I was hard, my dick leaking and my patience thinning with every lewd image of Beau sliding between her thighs to lick along that damp fabric until he got her off.
Would he undress first? His back flexed with each forward movement as he dove into her cunt and devoured her? Sculpted and toned muscles working hard, a display of rugged masculinity contrasting with the soft mewls and curved body beneath him?
God, what a sight.
Beau’s knuckles stroked over the top of her thigh as she panted.
“You got my results?” he asked, not looking at me.
She nodded, her feet pressing harder into the carpet as she bowed against the couch when his hand dipped to rub the inside of her thigh.
A sensual touch. A slow build. Beau was a man who took his time. Tenting his shorts just as indecently as me, he made no moves to touch himself or have Fallon touch him.
Strong hands and callous-lined palms familiar with hard work. Muscular and powerfully built, Beau was a good-looking man. Objectively, anyone with eyes would agree. Not like I couldn’t admit it, too.
He’d always been handsome, and his playful and light energy put people at ease. But his strength contrasted with the tenderness of his touch.
Did he kiss the same? Patient and unhurried? Would he kiss her like that?
I stayed quiet, unsure if the unease in my gut was the idea of another man fucking Fallon bare and coming inside her.
We’d discussed it. It was excruciatingly hot when we talked about the filthy ways he could fill her or come on her, but it also seemed like a brazen claim of my girl in a way I couldn’t adequately explain.
A slight shifting of fabric and Beau’s fingers audibly slicked in her arousal. He traced her slit in a slow and obscene pass. My jaw slackened as I stared.
“Should I make him watch my cum run down your thighs after I’ve had you?” His eyes intently stayed on Fallon, her breath quickening as he circled her clit. Jesus, she was beautiful. So open and vulnerable, sinking into the pleasure he gave her. “Maybe I’ll make him clean you up. Eat your pussy after I’ve fucked you.”
I groaned, my eyes slamming closed before I caught Beau’s reaction to the sound slipping out of me.
When their soft murmurs shifted to the unmistakable wet smacks of kissing, I opened my eyes.
His mouth was on hers with lazy and slow kisses. Their lips parted, and tongues tangled as each moaned. She enjoyed kissing him. Was he good at it?
Chests heaving, Beau’s hand worked between her thighs, rubbing faster and harder as she panted and whimpered. One hand slid into his hair; the other swept over my leg.
“Look at you, my queen. Taking what you want, what you deserve.”My hand rested atop hers. “So beautiful, baby. You’re so beautiful.”
With her eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed, she concentrated on coming. I focused on those cute freckles beneath the flush of her pleasure. Her long lashes brushed the top of her cheeks, her tongue in his mouth.
“Does it feel good?” I rasped, my hand pressing harder to hers as she whimpered and jerked under Beau’s touch. My gaze stayed steady on where they connected, the peeking tongues and shared breaths. “Does he feel good?”
“Yes,” she breathed against his mouth, sweat beading over her skin as she panted and gasped, burying her face in his neck.
The hand on my thigh gripped hard enough to leave bruises in the morning.
“Are you going to come?” I whispered, my body aching to be touched.
My fingers tightened reflexively as hers dug into his shoulder. Skin that was smooth and tan beneath his shirt .
I’d seen it on the river and could imagine her nails piercing the flesh as she bucked and jerked and unraveled.
Would she kiss and soothe the skin she roughed up when she came down from the height of her climax?
Beau murmured something in her ear, something I couldn’t hear, and her head dropped back as she moaned through her release. He watched with eyes just as enthralled as mine. Stunning. Her pleasure was stunning.
“Taste her,” Beau said, pulling his hand from her panties to offer the fingers he fucked her with.
I hesitated, but he shoved them against my lips, forcing them apart. He withdrew his hand before I could consider whether I wanted them in my mouth longer.
He sucked them after me, grinning at my girl as she caught her breath and glanced between us.
I shuddered, my skin tight and tortured, wound with need and craving. Beau’s hand landed on my knee, a heavy and unfamiliar feeling. It was gone a moment later, the sensation resonating afterward. I stared at where he touched me.
“Show me your room, sweet girl. I’m aching to have you.”
I blinked as he offered his hand and helped Fallon. Legs wobbly, he’d made her come hard.
He kissed the back of her hand and guided her to the bedroom with their fingers entwined.
Beau was tender and soft with her in a way that fascinated me. The way he spoke and lulled her into a quiet submission.
Their dynamic differed from mine with her, so maybe that’s why it didn’t feel like a competition. For the first time, it felt like we were on the same team.
“Do you want me inside you?” he asked her, his voice quiet as his palm swept along her lower back.
I swear my breath stilled, waiting for her answer, even knowing what she would say.
“Yes,” she whispered, disappearing into the bedroom.
Beau’s hands gripped the doorframe as he glanced back at me, breaking into a playful smile. The kind that made his eyes soften in the dim hallway light.
“You coming or what?”
Without hesitation, I brushed past him. “Thought that was up to you,” I shot, not at all hating the satisfaction dancing up my spine when his breath hitched.
“Bestie has some surprises,” he mumbled, following me into the room.
We stopped simultaneously, arms pressed at the shoulders as we stood beside each other. Beau didn’t move away, and I was too distracted to care about the heat of his body colliding with mine.
Our eyes landed on Fallon, seated at the end of the bed. Legs spread wide, hands splayed behind her, and elbows propped.
She flashed a wicked little grin.“Get naked, boys.”