For Keeps

37. Thirty-three

Thirty-three

Fallon

T he man couldn’t sneak up on me if he wanted to.

Neither of them.

The groan of the porch screen and the creak of the heavy oak door gave them away. Whispers and gentle touches to my hair as I woke.

“Do you love her?”

“I do.”

My heart pounded furiously, urging me to leap off the couch and say the words back.

“Come here. Kneel.”

I squeezed my eyes tight and prayed they didn’t notice the fast rise of my chest as I struggled to catch my breath, my body an immediate inferno of lust and craving.

But it wasn’t for me. Everything had built to this moment between them. They’d either fight or fuck. Push away to avoid the uncomfortable truth of their feelings or pull the other closer to conquer and declare victory with a ruthless claiming.

I couldn’t force it on their behalf, as much as I wanted us all together. All together. If neither bridged the gap or took the leap into the unknown, we’d continue down this path as things were.

During group sex, my relationship with Jake would overlap with my relationship with Beau, making their friendship a happy medium.

That didn’t change the truth, though. Jake’s relationship with Beau was just as real as mine with each of them, and our relationship lived and breathed with those connections.

They had to make a willful choice, and I knew when they did.

“Show me what your mouth can do. Then you’re going to show her.”

The unmistakable sound of a zipper lowering, the gasp of breath, feet brushing over the carpet with toe-curling pleasure, and a sloppy mouth. Beau.

Jake’s hand curled around my ankle and pulled me to the end of the couch.“Our girl is missing this. Let’s wake her up.”

Wet smacks echoed as Beau popped off Jake. “She’s already awake. Naughty eavesdropper.”

Jake’s hand tangled in Beau’s hair as he studied him briefly before pushing him back on his cock with a strangled groan. “I’m aware.”

Of course.

“How’s he look on his knees, baby?” Jake panted, muttering a string of profanity.

His hips jerked up as he cupped the back of Beau’s head, letting him up. Beau gasped for breath, and Jake had him down again.

“Holy shit.” The brutality of their intimacy was a work of art. Beautifully savage and rough and aggressive. Both fighting and fucking, and the wild grunts and groans and wanton curses spurred them on. My hands slipped into my panties.

They spurred me on, too.

“Watching him suck your dick is hot.” I stroked my clit, panting. “It makes me want to shatter. It hurts how bad I want to come.”

“Help him, baby,” Jake rasped, his voice hoarse. The hand around my ankle gripped so hard there’d be a mark tomorrow. He brushed the hair from Beau’s forehead as Beau choked on him.

Beau shifted to make room as Jake spread wider. As soon as I settled beside Beau, his hand was down my shorts and on my pussy, his fingers pumping into me with deep and slow thrusts.

“Sweet girl,” he murmured affectionately, his mouth free from Jake’s punishing drives .

He kissed me, and I furrowed my brows at the familiar scent.“You taste like him,” I whimpered.

Jake weaved his hand through my hair, wrapping it slowly around his fist. He smiled at me, then shoved me down onto his dick. “Now you do, too.”

“Holy fucking fuck,” Beau breathed. “You’re good at that. Not easy.”

I laughed, choking and sputtering as Jake eased me off of him, shaking his head.

Beau’s hand stilled as he blinked in confusion. “What? I’m proud of you always, Fal, but now that I know firsthand what you’re contending with, I’m extra proud.”

“That mouth.” Jake laughed, too, scrubbing his hands over his face. “Ruins so much.”

“I thought it rather sweet,” Beau mumbled as I shot him an adoring look.

“It was, baby,” I assured him. “Let me say thank you.”

Working open his jeans, I dragged them down with his boxer briefs, his erection thick and begging for attention.

I ignored it, cupping his balls instead. I slid a finger below them, rubbing the smooth skin of his taint.

He groaned, dropping his head. “Don’t you dare make me squeal like a pig in front of him. I’m trying to make a good first impression.”

“What’s she doing?” Jake asked, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees and watch .

I gave Beau a wicked smile and traced over his hole, not breaching it. “This isn’t the first time you’ve been together.”

He panted, licking his lips and nodding. “Yeah, but it’s the first time we’re gonna be naked and kissing.” With his eyes still closed as I massaged him, he smiled. “She likes us together, Jake.”

“I do, too,” Jake said softly. His eyes remained downcast even when Beau and I turned to look at him at the same time. The tenderness… Oh, my heart.

“I want you both,” I said. “Please. I need you both.”My gaze raked over my beautiful men, their eyes alight with heat as they took me in. Nothing matched the intensity of their desire, and I wanted it all.

“Be more specific, baby,” Jake said, his knuckle tracing my jaw as he slowly stroked his dick.

Beau mirrored the languid pace as he pumped along his length and bit his lip. “There are a few ways to interpret that, sweet girl, and one requires a lot more prep than the others.”

“Oh!” My hands clasped over my mouth. I blushed. “Both in my pussy? I can barely take Jake by himself.”

Pride swelled in his chest. “You take what I give you, baby, and you take it so fucking well. You could learn to take more. I think you’d like it. Not tonight, though.” He jutted his chin toward Beau. “Do you want her pussy or her ass?”

“Both!” Beau exclaimed. “Trick question.”

“You get one,” Jake barked. “I’m not sitting this out. Our girl gets what she asks for.”

Beau rolled his eyes. “There’s a real art to building tension. If I start in her pussy and—”

“You get one,” Jake interrupted, the two of them bickering like fools when cockheads leaked pre-cum and I was uncomfortably wet.

I let them sort it out themselves, though I had my preference. It’d been a while since Jake and I had anal sex.

The guys had been so careful around one another that any shared sexual acts occurred with plenty of space. Blowing one while getting pounded by the other left the distance of my body between them.

But this?I wanted us together, and I needed them both.

I needed them close to me—and each other.

Jake invited Beau into our bed because watching someone else please me aroused Jake and got him hot.

But it wasn’t just someone .Jake’s compersion was specific to Beau.

Naked on my knees with my guys towering over me, Beau’s hand on one shoulder, Jake’s on the other, joy fluttered in my heart.

Every loving stroke or caress of my skin, each whisper of praise as I took turns licking and sucking them, stirred more than arousal. The adoration and affectionate glances at me, at each other.

Cocks wet with my saliva, the guys rubbed and rutted as I held them together. This was everything—the love in this room.

“So much better when we’re allowed to touch.” Beau gasped and gripped Jake’s shoulder to steady himself.

Two beautiful, muscular, naked bodies moved closer with every pump of my hands. They looked good together.

“God, yes,” Jake grunted, his hand on Beau’s hip. Overwhelmed with emotion, I squeezed harder, swirling my tongue over the crown of each of them.

Jake’s hips jutted in hard pumps. “Baby,” he breathed, his head thrown back in pleasure. “Baaaaaay. Be.”

I released them both, not wanting anyone to come yet. “Nuh-uh.”

Beau’s fingers flexed into my shoulder, falling forward with the loss of my grip. Chest panting, he shook his head. “Tease.”

“Make her pay for it,” Jake growled, perhaps a bit frustrated with the orgasm denial. The devilish glint in his eyes told me the consequences of my actions would be worth it.

I smirked, sauntering to the bed with an antagonistic sway of my hips, climbing onto the mattress and resting on all fours. Glancing back, I taunted, “I dare you.”

Beau was already at the bedside table, his hand digging into the drawer for the lube. He clucked his tongue. “Oh, my. Sweet girl, even I can’t save you now.”

Jake stalked closer, his eyes watching like a predator that might tear me apart. “Say that again.”

That feral smile did little to settle the unease with my mistake. Jake could be intense, and I loved it when he got rough, but the way he touched Beau earlier… I wasn’t sure I could survive that.

I swallowed and faced the headboard with my eyes squeezed tight, as if I could hide. A dark laugh rumbled low in Jake’s throat, the kind that had me biting my lip.

Beau tilted his head, watching with fascination. “She’s awfully quiet now, isn’t she? Guess she lost her courage.”

Jake took a seat on the edge of the bed. “Guess so,” he agreed. “Come here, baby. Let me help you find your voice.” He patted his lap.

I sighed with relief. I could handle a hard railing from Jake. Crawling to straddle him, my shy smile fell when he tutted and refused to let me sit. His loving gaze was so tender that it confused me when he splayed me over his thighs, flat on my stomach.

“Beau, give me a hand.”

Immediately, Beau was at his side, understanding whatever I struggled to comprehend.

“Hold her. She’s about to get squirmy.”

“What— ”

The sharp slap of Jake’s palm cracked through the air, so startling that it took a moment for my body to register it was my ass where the spanking landed.

“Oh!” I cried, wide eyes glaring over my shoulder. “That hurt!”

Beau’s hands held my hips, lifting them slightly to allow Jake a better angle. Jake smoothed over the sting, slowly raising his hand to spank me again on the other cheek, giving me a chance to tap out. I yelped, my face going hot with embarrassment.

I both hated and loved spankings in equal measure. The heat of humiliation mixed with the thrill of aching flesh.

My chest heaved as Jake pinned my arms to the bed with one hand gripping my wrists.

“I should have him suck me off while I play with your cunt until you’re sobbing for release.”

Another spank.

“Then.” Spank. “You’ll get a release.” Spank . “But not the one you want.” Spank.

“It will be mine. Right down his throat.” Spank . “I’ll turn around and do the same for him.” Spank. Spank. Spank. “You’ll get nothing except the privilege of watching our enjoyment.”

Jake panted, wiping his damp hair out of his face as I squirmed, pressing my thighs tight. Maybe enough friction to get off if I … But Beau’s hands spread my legs apart, refusing me the relief I sought.

“I like this plan,” he murmured, sinking to his knees on the floor. “My mouth on you? Yours on me? Our girl crying?”

Jake petted my hair and cooed, “She’s so pretty when she cries.”

“No!” I rasped. “No, no, no! Please. I’m done teasing! I promise!”

Beau popped the top off the lube, coating his fingers and sliding them between my cheeks. He traced my asshole, and I bit my lip not to squeal and embarrass myself further. His elbow propped on the bed beside Jake’s legs. I remained sprawled across Jake’s lap.

Beau pressed his finger inside me, my ass tightening reflexively.I moaned, my hair falling in my face as my head dropped with the slight burn of his entry. Pain and pleasure mixed with the stretch, a sinful sensation that heated my entire body.

“Sweet girl made no mention of her interest in anal. What’s she like when you fuck her here with your monster cock?” Beau leaned close to my ear to mock whisper, “Not sure even I could take that.”

Jake’s hand smoothed along my spine as he hummed appreciatively. “She goes wild for it. Her pussy takes dick so well, but her ass is something else. Tight as hell. You really gotta get her ready.”

Lax on his knees on the floor, slowly fingering my ass, Beau could have been having a casual conversation with anyone. “You go as hard on her ass?” He lay a kiss on my red, raw cheek. “Poor girl.”

A second finger pressed inside me, my feet flexing with the slow stretch and my breath getting heavier.

“She likes it,” Jake assured him. “You will, too.”

I swear Beau and I moaned at the same time. His fingers pumped just a bit harder, and he worked in a third as I bit into the blanket and ground against his hand.

Jake’s palm continued rubbing my back. His gentle touch was a direct contrast to the earlier spankings. Beau prepped me and occasionally whispered encouragement and promises of ravaging me.Time became irrelevant. Five minutes might have passed, or possibly five hours.

The scent of sex and the sound of Beau’s lubed fingers working me open proved a heady combination. My face remained buried in the sheets, everything dark.

Jake spoke with a quiet rumble.“Yeah?”

I lifted my head and blinked into the low light cast from the bedside table.

A sheen of sweat coated my skin as Beau thrust his fingers with little resistance. He murmured to Jake, “Yeah. She’s ready. It’s easier for her if you take her first. Get on your back, let her ride you. I’ll join when she’s adjusted.” He grinned. “Might take a while, you behemoth. When I’m inside, go easy on her until she gets her bearings. It can be intense.”

Prickles of awareness licked up my spine. Hearing them talk about me like I wasn’t there was oddly satisfying. My feminist heart withered while my libido bloomed.

Jake slid out from under me, scooting back against the pillows. “Come here, baby,” he called.

“Fool me once,” I huffed, but Beau was already up from the floor, his hands on my hips and guiding me to Jake.

Jake’s hands were on my face, his breath fanning through my hair as he kissed my forehead. “I love you, Fallon. So much.”

The crack in his voice stilled my heart, but he gave me no time to answer when he lowered me onto his cock, every inch disappearing between us as we groaned in unison.

His hands curved over my back, and he bit my shoulder as he sank deeper. “Baby,” he hissed. “God. Everything, baby. This. You.”

Beau’s palms smoothed along Jake’s legs as he watched, their eyes locking.

“Us. All of us. Come here, Beau.”

Shadowing my back, Beau leaned forward, and their mouths collided. Slow and sweet, deep with sweeping tongues and open-mouthed panting as Jake’s hips thrust up in harder strokes. He gripped my chin, dragging me toward them, the three of us kissing and moaning and breathing heavily in a mess of pleasure.

Beau’s hand dragged down my back, pushing me so my stomach was flat against Jake’s and my ass free for him.

There was a pause, and the lube cap opened, a thick drizzle sliding down my crack. I squealed with the sensation, laughing until Beau’s slick fingers left me gasping.

Then his fingers were gone, replaced by the smooth head of his cock, the bottle of lube tossed to the side of the bed.

Jake groaned, “Tell me when you’re inside her.”

Beau chuckled. “Trust me, you’ll know. Breathe, Fallon. You’ve taken him. You can handle me. Relax for me, sweet girl.” His forehead dropped between my shoulder blades, and he hissed with his entrance. I whimpered as he pushed inside, stretching and filling me until I lost my breath.

“Oh yeah. That’s… oh god. That’s good. You’re so good. Jake, stay still. Let me in before you move.”Beau’s teeth scraped over my back with a sharp sting as he slowly worked himself in and his hips pressed against the back of my thighs.

Jake released a choked groan. “Christ. I can feel you.”

“Yeah?” Beau breathed. “Do I feel good?”

He reached where Jake and I connected, his fingers sliding around Jake’s cock to rub over the root of his shaft.

“Shut the fuck up. Swear to god, I’ll never do this again if you have me coming in the first thirty seconds,” Jake ground out.

Pinned between them, Jake in my pussy and Beau in my ass, I couldn’t do much other than take them. Full—my body, my heart, my head—everything was full of endless possibilities for us .

“No,” I panted, thrumming with electricity. “We’re doing this again.”

Beau bit my ass cheek, grunting as his hand pulled back and kneaded my fleshy backside instead of teasing Jake’s cock.

“Just wait,” Beau whispered against my skin. “This is going to be amazing.” He rose behind me, his hands on my hips as he thrust slowly and pressed a hand on my lower back. “When I pull back, you press forward, yeah?”

Jake groaned, his eyes closed as he licked his lips and nodded. “Yeah. Go. I’m dying.”

And then we were really a team, a glorious unit of movement. Beau controlled the pace, slowing down when Jake got too excited and went harder than comfortable. Jake apologized and murmured his agony.

“Just feel her,” Beau groaned, his hands roaming my body and brushing over Jake’s. “She’s beautiful like this. A sight.”

His thrusts became erratic, and the pace was challenging to keep. He encouraged me to simply take it.

Happily.

“I love you, sweet girl,” Beau breathed against my neck with warm exhales. “I love you. I love you.” He gripped my chin, turning my head so I could kiss him over my shoulder, and I whimpered into his mouth.

“I love you, Beau.” Easy to say, with no resistance or reluctance anchored to the words.

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I wasn’t supposed to fall into bed with two men, let alone love, but my heart’s capacity to hold it all—to hold them both—proved the happiest of surprises.

I would change nothing, not a single moment, to get here.

“Jesus, that’s nice,” Jake murmured, rubbing my arms as Beau’s thrusts rocked me onto Jake. Jake’s thrusts sent me back to Beau.

“I’m gonna come,” Beau panted. “Get her there, Jake.” His voice broke, his head dropping in agony. “Please.”

Jake hissed a sharp breath between his teeth. “Don’t you dare come before she does. I’ll spank you even harder.”

Jake tweaked my nipples, his hands playing with my breasts and leaving me whimpering and whining until his hand stroked my clit to give me relief.

Everything shifted. The world, my heart, the pleasure. Too much, I panted, but the words didn’t come out. They couldn’t.

Everything crested, the pleasure, the emotions. Jake’s touch left me panting wildly, this climax nothing like I’d had before, unsure where it even began. I snapped like a rubber band, the reverberation of those waves rolling from my toes to the top of my head as I trembled and shook.

Jake’s eyes locked on mine, adoration and love dancing in their shine.

“I love you, Jake,” I whispered, tears in my eyes as my body buzzed.

“Christ.” His head fell back, the muscle in his neck going tight. “I love you, baby. I love you. I love you, I love you,” he chanted, coming with a sharp inhale.

With a shuddering groan, Beau came apart, climaxing and gasping for breath behind me, somehow outlasting everyone.

I tried to catch my breath, collapsing on Jake’s chest. Beau slipped out, and Jake rolled me to settle between them.

The guys sprawled on their backs, sweaty and breathless and looking like ten minutes of double penetration equated to running a marathon. They hugged me in the middle, their arms protective and comforting around my exhausted body.

Beau broke the silence, his eyes on the ceiling as he smiled. “Eye contact while she’s riding you and coming is some true love shit, huh? You guys almost made me cry.”

Jake puffed a laugh, his hand smoothing over my belly. “Rest up, Prince Charming. You’ll get your turn.” He kissed my shoulder, nipping lightly. “Plenty of them.”