Epilogue
“What time are you meeting Bailey and Gwen at the hotel?”
Chloe tilted her head back to give Jesse more room and savored his subtle basil scent. “Not until late. Nine or so.”
Nibbling his way along her collarbones, Jesse grunted. “Plenty of time. You do your pre-game workout?”
She groaned in annoyance even as his mouth on her neck made her shiver. “I hate it when you use sports metaphors in bed.”
“Sorry. I thought it sounded better than ‘did you clean out your ass so Knox can fuck it?’.”
“Yeah, that’s not sexy,” she decided. “Say something sexy.”
He dipped down to circle his tongue around her nipple, already swollen and ruddy from his hands. “Like what?”
“I don’t know.” God, she loved his mouth on her breasts. He knew just how to nibble and lick and scrape to make her head spin and her pussy wet. “You’re the fuckboy. Come up with something.”
“How about, ‘is there any chocolate left?’”
“Jesse!” she wailed. “That’s awful!”
His shoulders were shaking with laughter. “What?”
“I said sexy, not disgusting!” She bucked under him, shoving until he rolled to his back, and climbed on top of him. She looked down into his laughing face and tried to scowl disapprovingly. “You’re terrible.”
“You love it.” Grinning, he danced his fingers down her ribs.
“No tickling!” she howled and pinched his nipple in retaliation.
“Ow!” He looked down at his nipple, then at her, outrage mixing with laughter. “Want to play rough, do you?”
“You know the rules,” she accused, trying to hold on to her scowl. “No tickling in bed.”
“No tickling Knox in bed,” he corrected her. “You never said no tickling you in bed.”
“That’s not…” Oh shit, it was true. “Well, it’s a rule now.”
He heaved a sigh. “You’re no fun.”
“Excuse me?” she said, affronted. “Who sucked honey off your balls last night?”
“Okay, that was fun,” he admitted. “And sticky.”
“Tell me,” she muttered. “I got it in my ears.”
He grinned at her. “I told you it was going to drip.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining,” she said archly, remembering his cries and groans of ecstasy when she was trying to get all the honey off his taint.
“Of course not, you had honey in your ears.”
She laughed.
“So, did you?”
“Did I what?”
“Do your pre-game workout? What?” he asked when she sighed. “You said you didn’t like the chocolate thing.”
“Yes,” she told him. “And we’re finding another way to ask that question.”
“Another way to ask what?” Knox asked, coming up the stairs in his bathrobe, a package in his hand.
“If she’s cleared for landing,” Jesse said, then brightened. “Hey, that’s a good one.”
“It’s better than the sports thing,” she admitted, sliding off his chest to lie beside him on the cool sheets. It was June, and even with the air conditioning running full blast, heat gathered at the top of the converted church at mid-day, and she already felt sweaty.
“Cleared for landing?” Knox asked, switching on the oscillating fan next to the bed.
“We’re trying to find a sexy way to ask if she’s prepped for anal. Hey, how about this, ‘Is the Anal Express cleared for landing?’”
She grimaced. “That’s almost worse than the chocolate thing.”
Knox tossed the package on the bed and untied his robe. “Why can’t you just ask if she’s prepped for anal?”
“Because that’s not sexy.”
Knox tossed his robe aside. “And ‘Anal Express’ is?”
Jesse pursed his lips. “Well, it’s funny.”
“Is it?” Chloe asked.
“Brat.”
“Fuckboy.”
Knox picked up the package. “Are you two finished?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Jesse said.
“Please don’t call him that when we’re about to fuck,” Chloe pleaded.
Jesse stuck his tongue out at her. “Payback is hell, sweetheart.”
“See if I suck honey off your balls again,” she muttered.
“You’ll do it,” Jesse said confidently. “You liked it too much not to.”
Since he was right, damn him, she ignored him to smile at Knox. “What’s that?”
“New lube,” he said, pulling a bottle out of the wrapping. “We’re almost out, so I went ahead and ordered more.”
Jesse sat up to reach for it. “I’ll take that. Roll over, sweetheart.”
Though her pulse picked up speed, she raised an arrogant eyebrow. “For what?”
“So I can lube up that sweet little asshole,” he told her with a wink.
She eyed his penis, which definitely still looked more than five eighths of an inch bigger than Knox’s. “You’re still not getting in there, big boy.”
“I know,” he said with a laugh. “I’m lubing you up for Knox.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Hmm.”
“Don’t you trust me?” he asked with a wounded look that didn’t quite hide the grin.
“I do,” she said, and she did. “But you’re sneaky.”
“I would never do anything you didn’t enthusiastically consent to,” he swore.
“And I’d never let him,” Knox added, stretching out on her other side.
“I know that.” She sat up to kiss Jesse in mute apology, then rolled to her stomach and pillowed her head on her hands.
“But one of these days,” Jesse said, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “You’re gonna spread those sweet cheeks and let me in.”
She ignored the way her pussy clenched at the idea. He was probably right, damn him. “But not today.”
“No, not today,” he agreed and popped the cap on the lube. “Give me a hand here, Knox?”
“With pleasure.”
Chloe closed her eyes on a sigh. After nearly six months of dating, she was familiar enough with the routine to relax into it, but it was no less exciting, no less arousing when Knox stroked his hands up the backs of her thighs to grip her buttocks and tug them apart.
Cool air washed over the warm skin between, and the wet, hot flesh of her pussy below.
She could picture in her mind’s eye what the three of them must look like, her lying on the bed with the two men crouched over her, Knox holding her still and spread as Jesse prepared to apply the lube.
The first drop hit and the shock of the cold liquid made her flinch.
Knox tightened his grip, murmuring softly to soothe and reassure, and more cold followed, the dribble turning into a stream.
Once she would’ve fretted about there being too much, about puddles and sheets needing to be washed, but Jesse and Knox had accustomed her to both the frequent washing of bedding and the idea that there was no such thing as too much lube. Especially when it came to anal.
Then there was a finger—Jesse’s, since Knox’s hands were still firm on her butt—poking and prodding at her asshole.
The lube eased the way, as did the practice she’d had in the last several months.
Anal wasn’t an every time—or even every other time—occurrence for her, but she liked it enough to indulge about once a month, and she’d learned how to relax her muscles, to invite rather than reject, and Jesse’s finger slipped easily inside.
Her breath caught, as it always did at the initial penetration.
His finger felt huge, and for those first few moments distressingly foreign, and she had to overcome her body’s natural urge to resist. But the stretch of muscle and tender, delicate tissues brought pleasure, too, the kind that made her clit pulse and her pussy grow wetter and, seeking more, she slid her legs apart.
“That’s our girl,” Jesse murmured encouragingly. More lube dribbled over his finger and into her asshole, slipping down to coat her already dripping pussy, and he added another finger.
The stretch was delicious pain, agonizing pleasure. He added more lube, scissoring his fingers to stretch her even further, then gently glided them out and back in again.
He fucked her ass slowly at first, then with more speed, more force.
Words of encouragement and praise, sweet words, filthy words, drifted through the air, pushing lust higher, desire hotter.
When the heat and tension and need became too much and she pushed back on Jesse’s invading fingers, his low, delighted laugh danced through the room.
“I think she’s ready, babe.”
“So am I,” Knox said and lifted his hands from her ass.
The mattress shifted as they moved and Chloe moved too, sliding her hands under her shoulders to push up eagerly onto her hands and knees. Then she squeaked with surprise when hard hands lifted her into the air.
She looked up into Jesse’s smiling face, her hands clutching at his shoulders. “What’s going on?”
“We want to do things a little differently this time,” he told her. “You game?”
She eyed him warily. She hadn’t been kidding when she’d said he was sneaky. “Differently how?”
His smile widened into a grin, dimple popping. “Don’t worry, I’m not fucking your ass. That’s still Knox. But I’m going to fuck your pussy, if that’s okay with you.”
Her mouth formed a silent O. They hadn’t done this yet, surprisingly, despite it having been on her original threesome wish list. The list had taken a back seat to dating, and well, they’d done most of the stuff on it already by the time they’d decided to pursue a romantic relationship.
So they hadn’t gotten around to it, and while it had come up a couple of times, she hadn’t been a big hurry to cross it off.
But it looked like it was getting crossed off now.
“Chloe?” Jesse prompted. “Is that okay?”
“Yeah, it’s okay,” she told him even as part of her thought, oh my God, they’re going to split me in two. “You still have the lube, right?”
“Ready and waiting,” he assured her. “And if it’s too much, we’ll stop. Cross my heart.”
“Mine too,” Knox said, and she looked down to see him sitting on the bed, adding lube to his already condom-covered cock.
Reminding herself that she loved that cock in her ass, and she loved Jesse’s in her pussy, and that they’d never once in the six months that they’d been sleeping together failed to make her come screaming, she nodded. “Let’s do it.”
“You’re so fucking hot,” Jesse said and kissed her.
She kissed him back, clinging to him, then tore her mouth clear when her feet, dangling off the floor, hit the edge of the mattress. “What’re you doing?”
“Getting you into position. Put your feet on the bed.”