Francesca

44 Francesca

I’m not very surprised when Jamie walks in the front door about fifteen minutes later.

I’d been sitting in the living room, working on a resume so I could maybe get a job. Problem being, I’m qualified for approximately nothing. I don’t have my high school diploma and got paid in cash under the table for years.

He barely shuts the door before he starts stripping off layers.

“We don’t have to have sex, obviously,” he says casually. “If you’re sore, it’s fine. But I need to see you, need to touch you.”

Then he reaches behind his neck and pulls his shirt off in that stupidly sexy way guys do in movies, and every coherent thought immediately abandons me.

He is built.

Ryan still has the body of an athlete, long, defined muscles that seem almost effortless on him. Christian has the lean strength of a runner, sharp lines with forearms that look unfairly good rolled out of a button-down.

But Jamie is different. Bigger. Broad and cut, defined in a way the others aren’t. Whereas they look sexy, he looks strong.

And God, the tattoos…

Jamie had tattoos when I met him at sixteen.

When I left, he had a lot more.

Now?

His arms are almost completely covered in intricate sleeves. Ink spills across his chest and shoulders and down his back, curving around and disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans.

Suddenly all I can think about is who spent hours touching him?

“Who tattoos you?”

He pauses with his hands on his waistband, mid-unbutton, one shoe kicked halfway off.

“What?”

“Your tattoos,” I say, trying and failing to sound casual. “Who does them?”

One eyebrow lifts.

“Why?” A grin tugs at his mouth. “You thinking about getting some ink, babe?”

He crosses the room and drops to his knees in front of the couch.

Before I can answer, he gently takes the laptop Christian loaned me, closes it, and slides it onto the cushion beside me.

Then his hands settle warm against my waist and he tugs me closer until I’m perched on the edge of the couch.

“You’d look sexy as hell with tattoos, Frankie girl.”

He lifts my bare foot, thumb brushing against my ankle before he presses a soft kiss there.

“Maybe a little star here.”

He sets my foot down, takes my wrist, and turns it carefully in his hand.

“Or a butterfly here," he says before pressing his lips to the skin. The contact make my pulse race, and I'm sure he can feel it.

Then he reaches for the hem of my T-shirt. I'm not breathing as he gently lifts it up over my head and tosses it away.

“Or maybe,” he says, leaning in, his mouth brushing a soft kiss just above the lace edge of my bra, “you get a little black heart tattooed right here.”

“A black heart?” I whisper.

“Yeah.” His mouth curves, something playful softening at the edges. “Like mine.”

His fingertips graze lightly over the spot, lingering, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Jamie,” I say quietly, “your heart isn’t black.”

He gives me that crooked little smile, softer than usual, and shrugs one shoulder.

“Okay,” he says. “Whatever my heart looks like, it’s yours.” His thumb brushes once across my skin. “Always has been.”

Before I can even think, I grab him and pull him toward me, kissing him hard enough that I hope he understands.

How much I care.

How much better I think he is than he believes.

How badly I want him to see himself the way I do.

When he finally pulls back, his eyes stay on mine for another second before the corner of his mouth twitches.

“Elliott.”

I blink. “What?”

“My tattoo artist,” he says, sounding annoyingly casual considering how worked up I am now. “His name’s Elliott.”

For a second, I just stare at him.

Then I laugh a little, embarassed and relieved at the same time.

A grin spreads across his face, entirely too pleased with himself.

"But I like knowing you're jealous," he says as he pushes to his feet, forcing me to crane my head back to look at him.

“No need to worry, though. I don't want another woman to look at me.”

He slowly unzips his pants.

“Or touch me.”

He shoves his jeans and underwear down to mid-thigh.

I blink.

Once.

Twice.

"Is that-"

His thick, hard, pierced dick is now directly in front of my face.

“I don't even know what to say to that.”

He starts to stroke himself lazily.

“Well, lucky for you, you don't really need to say anything.” His grin only widens. “Do whatever you want with it, Frankie girl. It’s yours. Like every other fucking part of me.”

Heat rushes up my neck and my heart flutters a bit.

“Pretty sure I’m gonna need to share custody with Christian.”

“What?” a low voice says from somewhere behind Jamie.

I jump.

“Holy crap, Christian- I didn’t even hear you come in!”

Christian steps up next to Jamie, presses a kiss to his cheek then examines his naked body.

“So, I see he didn’t wait to show it off,” Christian says, coming over to the couch and taking a seat next to me.

Jamie is now slowly stroking himself, preening like a peacock.

“It is pretty spectacular,” Jamie says.

I agree. Before I can overthink it, I reach out.

The metal is cold against my hand, his skin warm, and for a second I just sit there, overwhelmed by the ridiculous reality of what is happening.

Then I realize both of them have gone quiet.

They’re just… watching me.

“What?” I ask, glancing between them.

Jamie huffs out a laugh, shaking his head like even he can’t quite believe it.

“I just,” Jamie says, “I kind of can’t believe this is real.”

I look over at Christian.

He looks calm and steady, but his eyes are almost feral behind his glasses and it makes something warm and nervous flip through me.

“It’s real,” he says, then leans over and kisses me, slow and almost lazily. It’s a wild experience, holding one man’s dick in my hand while another’s tongue is in my mouth.

Jamie interrupts us by clearing his throat. “Okay, quit distracting her! I’m dying here.”

I giggle and start to stroke him, fascinated by the feeling of the little barbell through his head.

“Wanna show me how he likes it?” I say, looking at Christian and grinning.

“With pleasure,” he says, bending over and opening his mouth, taking Jamie’s cock in it while my hand stays on the base.

Stunned is probably the only word to describe my reaction.

I worked at a strip club and saw public nudity, simulated sex and even some people in the act, but I’ve never seen something like this. Not like this, up close. I’ve never even watched porn.

And I don’t think I ever will if I have scenes like this at my disposal.

Jamie starts grunting each time Christian sucks, hollowing out his cheeks.

“Fuck, Chris. How are you so good at that?”

Christian pulls off and gives me a little smile.

“My only advice, he likes it hard.”

I blink, then chuckle, then move to Jamie’s waiting erection.

I take him in and am surprised at how easy it is to find a rhythm. I’m feeling that little barbell move against my tongue with each movement and I can’t believe how turned on doing this is making me.

I realize, distantly, that I’m moaning right along with Jamie, and then Christian’s lips are pressing kisses to my arm, my shoulder, my neck. He leans forward and suddenly his mouth is right next to mine.

“Don’t be greedy, love. Give me that cock while you get undressed.”

After that, everything turns into movement. We are all fumbling around, getting shoes and pants and shirts off. Then I become vaguely aware that all three of us are suddenly, absurdly standing naked in my living room.

“Uh…” I glance around, a little dazed. “Should we maybe go to a bedroom?”

Jamie looks entirely too pleased with himself, never taking his hand off his dick.

“Nope,” he says easily. “We’re gonna fuck you right here, Frankie girl.”

“Only if you want to,” Christian says immediately.

Jamie rolls his eyes, but Christian ignores it , his attention fixed entirely on me.

“Seriously, Frankie. Are you okay? Not uncomfortable? Sore? Anything?”

“No! What is with you guys?” I say, blushing. “I wasn't some innocent maiden.”

I do, however, take the opportunity to study Christian and, yup, he's bigger than the other guys in this department too.

I swallow, only slightly intimidated.

They both, adorably, cross their arms.

I can't help laughing harder.

Two ridiculously handsome men, very naked and very unimpressed, standing there huffing at me like I've somehow offended them.

“Okay,” I say, suddenly fascinated by absolutely anything except eye contact. “I might have lost my virginity last night, but I'm fine.”

I huff out a dramatic sigh and throw my arms up.

“Come on! I thought we were gonna have sex.”

Jamie grins.

“Oh, babe. We are.”

He steps forward and kisses me, before lowering me onto the couch. Christian comes and moves behind me, resting my back against his front while Jamie makes his way down my body with his mouth, licking and sucking what feels like every inch of my body.

When he gets to my hips, he takes his hands and spreads my legs and I don’t even have a moment to prepare before the wet heat of his tongue is on my pussy.

“Shit, Jamie!” I cry out.

“Shh, love, let the man work,” Christian says into my ear while he lazily plays with my nipples.

Jamie knows exactly what he’s doing and soon his fingers join his tongue, filling me.

There is a touch of soreness, but I’m not going to say a damn word about it cause I know they’ll stop and I don’t ever want this feeling to end.

I feel Christian’s lips on my neck, kissing and nipping, while his hands play with my breasts. Between that and what Jamie's mouth and fingers are doing to me, I'm sent hurtling into an orgasm so strong I’m actually shocked.

“Fuck- ” is all I manage as I drag in shaky breaths, trying and failing to steady myself, my pulse still racing as Jamie crawls back up my body.

“That was beautiful,” Christian says in my ear. “You want more?”

I nod before I can even think about it.

My gaze catches on Jamie, his face glistening with my cum. It does something to me and I grab his face, hands tugging on his hair, and practically slam his mouth to mine.

I feel like something’s been unleashed in me and I want him, in me, right now. I turn and whisper in his ear, “Jamie, I need it- I need you to fuck me.”

He pulls back just enough to look at me, like he’s making sure I really mean it. Then he leans forward, over my shoulder and Christian meets his lips.

“God,” Christian groans. “She tastes incredible.”

Jamie leans back. “Hold our girl while I fuck her?” he says to Christian.

Them talking about it, about me like this, has me practically whimpering.

“Jesus, Frankie, you’re gonna kill me,” Jamie says as he finally positions himself and pushes slowly into me.

It feels the same as Ryan, yet also completely different. I pull in a breath, but it’s suddenly hard to breathe. I feel so full it borders on overwhelming.

I lose track of time, feeling Christian’s hands on my breasts, his mouth on my neck as Jamie rocks himself in and out, over and over.

Jamie grunts with each thrust while Christian murmurs praise against my skin, as if I'm doing something complicated instead of literally lying here while the two of them play my body like a freaking instrument. There’s so many sensations at once my brain doesn’t know where to even focus.

Then Jamie’s movements start to speed up, getting jerkier.

“I can’t- fuck- I’m not gonna last. I need you to come, babe.”

Christian moves his hand lower and starts to play with my clit and I’m already so overwhelmed, so on edge that I come almost instantly.

The orgasm is different, almost like a slow, warm wave crashing over me rather than a violent explosion, but it's no less intense.

And during it, Jamie throws his head back and cries out.

We all stay there for a moment, then Jamie sits back, his eyes locked on where he just pulled out of me.

I want to be embarrassed, want to close my legs, but the look on his face is almost reverent and I can’t.

“Fucking incredible,” he says, then looks up. “I can’t even begin to tell you how fucking lucky I am to get to fuck the two of you.”

It somehow breaks the moment and Christian and I both chuckle.

“You worn out, love?” Christian asks and I turn a bit in his arms.

“If you’re asking if I want you too, the answer is yes. Hell yes.”

He smiles, the corner of his eyes crinkling behind his glasses.

“Come here,” his big hands circle my waist and turn me so that I’m straddling him.

“Oh shit,” I say, feeling warmth and wetness spill out of me onto his lap. “Sorry- I-”

He shuts me up with a kiss, then I feel his hand between my legs, guiding him into me.

“Fuck, Francesca. It’s like I’m fucking both of you, filling you up while feeling his cum all over the both of us.”

Oh- okay, so clearly he’s okay with the mess…

Christian holds me still, his hands firm at my waist as he thrusts his hips up, hitting someplace deep inside me.

My eyes are closed and my head is thrown back when I feel Jamie’s hand on my face.

“You are so sexy, Frankie. So perfect. So… everything. God Damn.”

His other hand is on his dick, and it’s already getting hard again. I give him a “are you kidding me?” look.

“Sorry. You are just too much to take,” he says, chuckling.

Without thinking much about it, I lean forward and open my lips.

Christian groans at the sight and speeds up his movements.

Jamie holds his hands on either side of my head, sort of holding me still as he fills my mouth and begins to rock in and out of my mouth. Both of them now are doing all the actual work- Christian holding me still and meeting my body with his thrusts while Jamie basically just uses my mouth.

And it’s incredible.

At nearly the same time, they both tense, then Jamie jerks himself out of my mouth, cum erupting from him, landing all over my neck and chest while Christian pulls me down on him as he moans out my name loudly, filling me as he comes.

“Well, now I think I’m worn out,” I say, dragging a finger through the mess on my breasts. Christian chuckles under me and sits up, keeping his hands wrapped around me.

“Let’s get you in the shower, then you can nap.”

Jamie starts picking up all of our discarded clothes, then turns to me.

“You good, Frankie girl?”

I yawn. “Never better. Just a bit tired. Having three boyfriends is a lot of work, ya know?”