Chapter Thirteen #3
“This movie,” she declared an hour later, “is awful.”
Beside her on the couch, Knox snorted. “I told you not to let him pick.”
“This movie,” Jesse said from floor beside the couch, where he had settled himself with a giant bowl of popcorn, “is an underrated classic.”
“The Vampire Happening is an underrated classic,” she repeated.
“The German title is They Only Bite at Night.”
“That’s not better.”
“Okay, so classic is a stretch,” Jesse admitted. “But look, it has boobies.”
Chloe looked at Knox disbelievingly. “Is he kidding?”
“Unfortunately not,” Knox admitted with a sigh. “That’s pretty much all he needs to think a movie is good. Bare breasts. Thank God he has other redeeming qualities.”
Chloe looked back at Jesse, who was staring, rapt, at the screen. “Such as?”
“Well,” Knox said thoughtfully. “He’s a talented carpenter. Brilliant, really.”
Jesse grabbed a handful of popcorn. “Thanks, babe.”
“You’re welcome, love. He’s a loving and caring partner,” Knox went on. “Always supports my goals and ambitions.”
Chloe smiled. “That’s nice.”
“And,” Knox added, “he gives great head.”
“I do,” Jesse said proudly. “I do give great head.”
“And I’ve got the beard burn to prove it,” she said between giggles.
Jesse winked. “I’ll shave next time.”
“Aw, that’s so sweet.” Touched, she leaned down to give him a smacking kiss, then settled back against Knox. “I feel like I should apologize for not giving you great head.”
“Are you kidding? That was the hottest blow job I’ve ever had. No offense, babe.”
Knox chuckled. “None taken.”
“I don’t see how,” Chloe protested. “I was too distracted to do a good job of it.”
“Hottest blow job ever,” Jesse repeated.
She laughed. “Okay, okay. But I’m going to want another chance to prove myself.”
A gleam came into Jesse’s eyes. “No time like the present.”
“You can’t want to come again,” she said, astonished. “What kind of vitamins do you take?”
“Not me,” Jesse said and waggled his eyebrows.
“Oh,” she said, as understanding dawned, and twisted around to look up at Knox.
He was looking at Jesse with amused resignation. “Not necessary.”
“You only came once,” Jesse reminded him, an impish grin making his dimples pop. “I know you’ve got another one in you.”
Knox just shook his head. “We’re watching a movie.”
“You hate this movie,” Jesse reminded him.
“So pick something else,” Knox suggested.
“I’d rather watch Chloe suck your dick.”
“Jesse,” Knox began, a note of warning in his voice.
“Can I?” Chloe interrupted.
Jesse grinned. “Yeah, can she?”
Knox shot his husband a glare, then dropped his gaze to Chloe. “I don’t need a blow job.”
“Of course, you don’t,” she scoffed, scrambling around to face him. “No one ever needs a blow job.”
“Speak for yourself,” Jesse muttered.
“But if you wouldn’t mind,” she continued, “I’d like to give you one.”
He looked at her, confusion in those misty eyes. “You don’t have to.”
“I know.” She shrugged. “That’s why I want to.”
The confusion faded, desire edging in to take its place, and his mouth curved in that slow, sexy smile. “Then I’d be honored.”
Delighted—and oddly moved—she smiled. “Really?”
He nodded, and Jesse crowed, “Hot damn! I’ll get a towel.”
He leapt up from the floor and dashed to the bath. On the couch, Knox lifted a hand to her cheek. “You’re not doing this just because he brought it up, are you? Because—”
She shook her head. “No, no. I really do want to.”
“Then I’ll let you. But I have a request.”
She nodded, eager to please. “What?”
“Kiss me first.”
“Okay,” she agreed and leaned forward.
He took her mouth slowly, deeply, and she lost herself in the kiss. All but drowning in it, she only surfaced when Jesse cleared his throat.
“Do you guys want to be alone?” he asked, and she thought hazily it might have actually been a serious question.
“No,” she managed and, with a last look into the misty depths of Knox’s eyes, turned to smile at Jesse. “I need you to tell me what he likes.”
“I’ve always wanted to direct,” Jesse quipped, though that oddly solemn note remained in his voice.”
Knox’s chuckle was ragged. “Shut up, Jesse.”
“Get your pants off, Knox,” Jesse replied.
“Oh, yes.” Grateful for the straw to grasp, because the emotion in the room had grown thick and raw, Chloe reached for the waistband of the gray sweats Knox had put on. “Lift up, please.”
He lifted his hips, and she tugged the soft material down to mid-thigh. He hadn’t bothered with underwear, so bare flesh greeted her. Lean muscle, happy trail, and a penis already rising to the occasion.
With a little hum of delight, she stroked him with one finger. Silk over steel, the romance novels liked to say, and it was true. He pulsed against her touch, lengthening, thickening, and wanting to feel it, she wrapped her hand around him as she slid to her knees on the floor.
“He likes rough handling,” Jesse told her.
“Rough how?” she asked.
Jesse lowered himself to sit next to her. “Give it a squeeze. Not too hard, just steady pressure.”
She tightened her fist, slowly, carefully. Knox grunted, thighs shifting restlessly, and he hardened in her hand. “Like that?”
“Just like that. Now, give the head a lick.”
She flicked her gaze up to Knox’s face as she bent her head. He was watching her, those misty eyes heavy and dark. Emboldened, she held his gaze, stuck out her tongue, and licked.
Salt and musk hit her tongue as his groan hit her ears. Encouraged, she licked again, swirling around the head like she was catching drips off an ice cream cone, and a very satisfying shudder went through him.
Licking her lips to savor the flavor, she glanced at Jesse. “Now what?”
His eyes were dark, his cheeks flushed. “Go to work, girl.”
Taking that as permission to do whatever she wanted, she did just that.
Keeping that solid grip, she licked, lapped, nibbled and sipped.
When she ran out of real estate, she shifted her hand and slid her tongue down, following the ridge running along the underside of his length.
She skimmed with her teeth on the way back up, testing, teasing, and giggled when he cursed her in a choked roar.
“Fuck, you’re good at this,” Jesse marveled. “I never get him to say that word.”
“Teeth,” she told him, shifting Knox’s dick out of the way to send him a wink. “You gotta use your teeth.”
“Noted.” Eyes wide, he watched her slip her mouth over the top of and suck it in. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
Recognizing the gleam in his eye, she shook a finger at him. “Not your turn,” she mumbled around her mouthful of dick, and sucked Knox to the back of her throat.
Closing her eyes, blocking out Jesse’s muttered groans of encouragement, she concentrated on relaxing her jaw.
She wanted him deep, as deep as she could take him.
Spit dripped out of her open mouth to trickle down his shaft, coating her hand, his balls as she worked, up and down, going a little deeper each time.
She gurgled and gagged on the down stroke, caught her breath on the up.
His dick was hard as a rock now, hot silk over marble in her hand, her mouth, and his hips were pumping to meet her halfway.
She added a hum to the gurgle and gag, just to see what would happen, and crowed with erotic triumph when his hands came up to clench in her hair. She braced herself to be guided, directed, but he simply held on and let her do what she wanted.
His dick was slick with her spit, with the pre-come that was dribbling out of him in a steady, sticky stream. His balls were soaked, all but sitting in a puddle in her cupped palm. She petted them, trying to coordinate with her other hand, but the angle was awkward, the rhythm off.
“Pull them,” Jesse said.
Coming up for air, she turned to him, panting.
“His balls,” he elaborated in response to her unspoken question. “Gentle tugs. Easier than stroking.”
“Oh, shit,” Knox groaned, his dick twitching in her hand, against her mouth. “Jesse, stop helping.”
“No,” Jesse said and Chloe dipped her head back down, swallowing Knox again, and tugged on his balls.
The effect was electric.
One tug, two. On the third slow, gentle pull he went stiff, his dick dipping in her hand like a divining rod.
“Hold it,” Jesse all but shouted. “Hold him there.”
She obeyed, keeping the tension on his testicles, pushing her throat down on his cock. He was shaking under her, hands tight in her hair, garbled curses spilling in a rambling stream from his lips.
“When you let go, he’s gonna come,” Jesse warned.
She gave him the smallest of nods, tried to communicate with her eyes that she understood. Jesse’s face was so close, his eyes filled with a frantic, almost desperate excitement.
“Ready?” he asked.
She nodded again, swallowing around Knox’s cock. His shout made her ears ring.
Jesse laid his fingers on the wrist of the hand holding Knox’s balls tautly away from his body. “Let go, Chloe.”
She took a deep breath through her nose and opened her hand, releasing the tension. And Knox came.
He flooded her mouth in hard, heavy spurts.
She swallowed, fast and frantic, but she couldn’t keep up, and it spilled past her lips to dribble down his shaft, over her hand.
He shook and shouted, grunted and groaned, then collapsed in limp sprawl on the sofa, panting for breath with his hands still tangled in her hair.
“Holy shit,” Jesse said hoarsely and, with a hand on the back of her neck, dragged her off Knox’s still pulsing dick and swooped in to take her mouth.
His tongue swept deep, once, twice, then he pulled back to swipe his tongue over her chin, and she dimly realized he was licking the spilled come off her face.
“You can just hand me the towel,” she told him when he swiped his tongue down her neck.
“Uh-huh. Jesus, Knox, you came buckets.”
“Glargh,” Knox said.
Chloe opened her eyes—when had she closed those?—to look at him. He was flat on the sofa—the pillows had, at some point, wound up on the floor—and his eyes were closed. He might have looked half dead if not for the smile on his face.
“I changed my mind,” Jesse announced, sucking come off Chloe’s fingers one by one. “That was the hottest blow job ever.”
Knox opened his eyes, the misty hazel steeped in satisfaction. “Oh,” he said sincerely, “yeah.”
He sat up, lifted her face, and kissed her.
And she wondered how it was, with Jesse between them enthusiastically lapping at puddles and Knox’s sweats around his thighs and the front of her borrowed shirt soaked with spit, that this was the most romantic moment of her life.