12. Down And Dirty #3
Jamie traps my chin between his fingers. “Why are you sorry? That’s fucking hot and you taste amazing; that’s why I love eating you out so much.”
“He’s right, beautiful.” Connor agrees from the chair. “You’re delicious.”
I feel heat rising to my face as both men look at me as if they were really thinking about devouring me.
“Do you want to taste yourself?” Jamie asks.
I have a vague idea of how I taste, as Jamie kissed me after going down on me a few times, but I’m still curious about it. The glint in Jamie’s eyes tells me that he’s planning something. So I say yes.
“Then get on your knees.”
His demand is issued in a soft voice, and my knees bend of their own accord.
“Clean me using your mouth.” He sits down on the edge of the mattress.
I scoot between his legs and close my mouth over one of the spots where I can see the white, creamy substance. He’s still fully hard, so it’s easy to do what he asked.
“Don’t swallow it, Bex,” Jamie asks, gathering my hair into his hand. “I want you to gather it all and keep it in your mouth until I tell you otherwise.”
I have no idea what he has in mind, but I obey.
Jamie would never do anything to hurt me, and this is seriously hot.
I run my open mouth over every spot where I can see the white stuff I left there, until it’s all gone and I can taste the sweet, slightly tangy flavor on my tongue.
Jamie frees my hair, letting it fall down to my shoulders in a soft wave. “Good girl.” He praises me, cupping my face in his hands and encouraging me to get back on my feet.
He follows me up. “Keep your mouth closed for now and don’t swallow, got it?”
I nod, the space between my legs pulsing again with excitement. I have no idea what Jamie has in mind, but I would follow him to the ends of the earth if he asked.
He presses his lips to mine; the kiss is soft and shallow.
When we part, the corners of his mouth curl in a barely there smile.
“Now I’m going to taste?—”
“The fuck you are.”
I was so intent on following Jamie’s orders that I had totally missed that Connor is no longer sitting in his chair.
He’s right by Jamie’s side, looking at me like a starved man looks at his next meal.
“Can we help you, Con?” Jamie arches a blond eyebrow as his smile widens.
“I get it, ok?” Connor snaps.
Jamie shrugs. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Care to explain?”
Connor reaches out to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear. His green eyes are fixed on me as he answers Jamie’s question.
“I want what you two have.” He bites out.
“Which is?”
The emerald depths of Connor’s eyes are impossibly bright when he explains. “You trust each other. Bex knows you would never hurt her, and she gives herself to you fully. But it goes both ways. It might look like you were telling her what to do at times, but ultimately she’s in complete control.”
“She is. She has my heart, and my body is hers as a result. If you thought this was hot, wait for when she tells you what she wants. She’s going to do that once she knows you’re in.”
Jamie is right.
He always lets me call the shots. Even when he tells me what to do in bed, it’s because he knows that’s what I want in that moment.
He cares about what makes me tick, what makes me happy, in and outside the bedroom. He loves me and protects me, and he would never judge me for what I want.
“Bex trusts me, and I trust her. This is why I can share her with you. Her feelings for you don’t mean she loves me or wants me any less. You just have to trust her to do the same with you.”
Connor’s throat works as he swallows. “I want that.”
“Then take it.” Jamie clasps Connor’s shoulder. “Tell her that you’re all in.”
And it finally happens.
Connor cups my face the same way Jamie was a moment ago. “Please don’t hurt me.” He whispers, touching his lips to mine.
At first, it’s just a featherlight peck. Then Connor presses his mouth on mine harder, and I let him in.
The kiss tastes like me as his tongue brushes against mine again and again.
He explores me with confident passion, and I melt, returning every lick, every light suck, every soft bite.
We kiss for what feels like forever, and my body is on fire all over again.
“Sit,” I demand when we finally come up for air.
I straddle his hips, hovering over his impressive erection. “I want you, Connor.”
He kisses me again, his pupils huge as his thumbs brush the sensitive spots behind my ears. “Me too. So, so fucking much.”
“There are condoms in the bathroom, but I’m clean and on birth control. If you?—”
“Fuck, yeah. I’m clean too, I mean. I’ve never gone bare with her, Bex. Or with anyone before.”
He trusts me, and I trust him, too.
I lower myself onto his shaft, taking him in slowly; inch after delicious inch, until I’m so full that I have to be careful when I move or it might be painful. Connor is that big.
I rock my hips, and a spasm of intense pleasure comes out of nowhere.
Connor throbs in response.
When I repeat the same movement, I realize that I’m about to come. Maybe I should be embarrassed, but I know he won’t judge me, and neither will Jamie.
“Connor, I’m so close. I?—”
“Thank fuck.” He grinds out with another intense pulse against my inner walls. “I promise I usually last way longer. I think this whole night and the no condom thing aren’t helping. You feel like hot silk around me.”
I lift my hips enough to get his shaft to drag against my clit, and that’s my undoing.
Connor presses me tight to his chest as he comes inside me.
My body feels boneless and spent, but it’s a good kind of exhaustion.
Connor gathers me in his arms, keeping me against his chest, and my eyes are closing, lulled by the steady rhythm of his heart.
I’m vaguely aware of Jamie cleaning between my legs with a wet cloth, and then he hugs me from behind, pulling the covers up to encase us in a soft, warm cocoon.
Just before sleep takes me under, I think that there’s something I’m forgetting.
Whatever it is, I’m sure it can wait until tomorrow.
I get the best sleep of my life sandwiched between my two boyfriends. My dreams, however, are filled with a pair of familiar ice-blue eyes.