“Jesus Christ, Adam!” Jesse Colter jerked his head up and stared at his best friend, Adam Sinclair. “You want to do what?” Are you crazy? He didn’t actually say the last three words, but then, he didn’t need to. His expression said it for him.
“I want us to start showing the love we have for each other. Physically,” Adam repeated, lifting the heavy, Waterford crystal glass to his nose. In the bottom was around an inch and a half of Redbreast Year-Old Irish whiskey. His eyes closed and an expression of utter bliss crossed his face. Oh my God, that’s heaven! Notes of plum and toffee and ginger wafted up to his nostrils, making his mouth pucker with anticipation.
“You mean you want us to start fuckin’ each other!” It took all of Jesse’s effort to keep from shouting, but he didn’t want to wake Sarah, who was still asleep in the next room. After a full day of traipsing through the picturesque ruins of Fountains Abbey and the exquisite beauty of Studley Royal Park, they had insisted that she take a nap before dinner.
“Exactly.” Adam held his glass up to the light, admiring the refracted shards of amber liquid gathered in the thick bottom. Oh, yeah, he was going to enjoy this. Lifting the glass to his lips, he took a small sip, rolling the liquor around on his tongue before swallowing it, savoring the nuttiness and the smooth grain finish. Picking up the other glass he’d poured, he walked over to where Jesse was standing in front of the sofa and held it out to him.
As Jesse took the glass, he looked at the man he’d loved for the past eight years as a friend, a teammate, a fellow SEAL, a brother. Over the years they’d developed a closeness that rivaled that of most twins. And yet, they’d never become lovers. Oh, they’d come close several times, especially in the beginning, when they’d found themselves in the midst of a particularly hot three-way with a willing sub. Even more, lately, during scenes with Sarah, especially when they were both inside her at the same time, feeling their cocks rubbing against each other through the thin membrane separating them. But for some reason, they had never acted on the feelings they both instinctively knew were there.
Their mouths had been so close, mere inches apart, and sometimes the need to claim Adam’s lips in a hard kiss had nearly overwhelmed Jesse. Yet Jesse had always tamped down those feelings, knowing instinctively that he wasn’t ready. He had always stopped short of taking that final step, the one that would have crossed that invisible threshold. The one that would have united their bodies and merged their souls in the same physical bliss that bound them both to Sarah, the woman they both cherished and adored.
Jesse signed inwardly. Evidently that was about to change. And he still wasn’t sure he was ready.
Adam looked over the rim of his glass at the best friend he’d ever had. They were so close, they each knew exactly what the other was thinking, often able to carry on entire conversations without saying a single word. “I don’t know why you’re so surprised,” he said. “We’ve both been aware of the shift in our feelings for each other. And Sarah is the catalyst. Can you deny that loving her has altered the dynamic between you and me?”
Jesse’s expression didn’t alter, but Adam knew the other man was thinking about it. “We’ve always loved each other, Jess, but the two of us loving Sarah, making her the center of both our lives, has, oh, I don’t know”—he waved his hand, the one not holding the whiskey, groping for words—“somehow deepened and expanded the feelings we’ve always had for each other.” Adam looked down at the liquor he was swirling in the bottom of the glass. “I think it’s time we opened our hearts and minds to all possibilities. Time we accepted and explored everything that brings us pleasure and strengthens the bond the three of us have.” He looked up, locking his gaze with Jesse’s. “I think we need this, Jess.”
For a long moment the two men stared at each other without blinking until Jesse finally broke eye contact. He lowered his big frame carefully onto the overstuffed flowered chintz sofa, sinking into its lush comfort with a groan of pleasure. They had done a hell of a lot of walking today and he was much more tired than he wanted to admit. Holding his glass steady in his right hand, he stretched his left arm along the sofa’s pillowy back. He bent his leg to place one booted ankle on the opposite knee. Then he lifted the glass to his mouth and took a long, slow sip of the whiskey.
The casual observer would have said he was relaxed, but Adam could see the muscles clenching along his jawline and the tension in his shoulders. A tension that radiated out into the room. A tension so palpable that not even the cheerful fire blazing in the grate of the ornate marble fireplace could chase it away.
Oh, sure, Jesse had long suspected that this shift in their relationship was coming. He’d known all along that Adam was bi and that he loved him…that way. Yet Adam had never said or done anything to push it, and in fact, Jesse was kind of surprised it had taken his best friend this long to address it. After all, they’d been best friends for over eight years. And they both loved Sarah with all their being. But was he ready for such an enormous change? “I don’t know, Adam, this is such a huge step. Don’t you think it’s a bit risky? I mean, we don’t know how Sarah will react. What if it backfires? What if it turns her off? What if she hates it?”
Adam struggled to hide his amusement. “What if the sun starts rising in the west? What if the only thing on TV was endless reruns of Honey Boo Boo? What if Congress suddenly starts putting the nation’s best interests ahead of its own? What if—”
“Okay, okay.” Hiding his own smile, Jesse ducked his head in mock surrender. He so didn’t want to have this conversation right now. Yet he knew he could no longer avoid it. Adam was right. This was the inevitable next step. And he did need it. In ways he was only just beginning to realize. “You’ve made your point.”
Adam sat down on the chintz-covered ottoman directly opposite the man he’d loved for the past eight years, so close their knees were practically touching. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees, rolling the whiskey glass back and forth between both hands. He considered staring at the floor while he spoke his next words, knowing that they would place him in the most vulnerable position he’d ever been in in his entire adult life. As a SEAL, he’d been in plenty of vulnerable positions, but this was different. That had been physical vulnerability, something he’d been trained to handle. This was emotional vulnerability and nothing in his entire life had prepared him for this. He’d almost rather be fighting the Taliban in Afghanistan than have this talk with Jesse. But looking at the floor, or any place else other than directly into Jesse’s eyes was not an option. This was too important. He needed to gauge his best friend’s reactions to what he was about to say, so he kept his sapphire-blue gaze locked with Jesse’s nearly black one.
Adam was well aware of the incongruous picture they made. Two large, powerful men, their hard, muscular bodies sculpted by years of intensive training and combat in the hellholes of the world, surrounded by the dainty, feminine elegance of their hotel suite, one of the finest in York, swamped by the bric-a-brac and knick-knacks of the very Victorian décor. Two men, similar in so many ways, yet different in so many others. Adam’s short blond curls, chiseled features, square jaw and dimpled smile were the polar opposite of Jesse’s straight black hair, coppery skin and high, Native American cheekbones. Adam was Greek god to Jesse’s savage warrior, light to Jesse’s shadow, shining angel to Jesse’s brooding demon. They had been friends, teammates, and brothers ever since the first moment they’d met at the Naval Air Base in Coronado eight years ago. The connection had been immediate, two Dominant alpha males, each recognizing and responding to those traits in the other. They had gravitated toward each other instantly.
Adam, being older and more experienced in the D/s way of life, had taken Jesse under his wing, introducing him to the club scene, not only in San Diego, but in other places where they were stationed. They’d made friends all over the world. But the one friend who had had the biggest impact on both their lives was Thorne Cahill. Thorne was an eminent psychiatrist, former SEAL and a Dom, who owned a prosperous BDSM club in San Diego. He had taken charge of Adam’s slave, Jill Baron, when Adam had finally accepted the fact that he and Jill were no longer compatible as Master and slave. She had needed more pain than Adam felt comfortable giving. Together he and Thorne had tried to find a reputable Dom who would be willing to take her on and give her what she so desperately needed without damaging her further.
Unfortunately, unbeknownst to either of them, Jill had decided on her own to go with Isaac Kittredge, a sadistic asshole who was well-known in the BDSM community for abusing his slaves. She’d left Adam a note, and by the time he’d arrived at Kittredge’s home, it was too late. Jill was dead. Kittredge had beaten her to death. At that point, Thorne could only watch helplessly as Adam withdrew into himself, cutting himself off from all his friends. A few days after the funeral, he simply disappeared, leaving behind only a terse email, asking Thorne to sell all his furniture and put his house on the market.
Weeks later, Thorne was relieved to get a phone call from their mutual friend, John Davidson, a fellow psychiatrist and Adam’s BDSM mentor, telling him that Adam had arrived at his home in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, and had agreed to become John’s slave until his guilt over Jill’s death and his doubts about himself as both a man and a Dom were resolved.
Adam was John’s slave for nearly a year, at the end of which time he joined the Navy and met Jesse. From the moment Adam introduced Jesse to Thorne, the older man became a mentor of sorts to the younger man, teaching him the importance of honesty, communication, and trust in any D/s relationship and how to hone his skills and techniques to become a more polished and responsible Dom.
Over the course of many long conversations, Thorne had encouraged Jesse to release his feelings, and stop trying to keep them under tight control. He’d helped him understand and accept that his need to dominate was not perverted or unnatural, but, simply, who he was. He was able to get Jesse to talk about his violent, abusive childhood, his hatred of his father, and the fact that Harry Colter’s voice still echoed in his head. And he was able to teach Jesse how to stifle that malignant voice and not let it control him.
Over the years, Jesse and Adam had performed many scenes together. They were used to seeing each other naked, although they’d never touched each other sexually. In spite of Thorne’s influence, Jesse had always kept himself at an emotional distance, both from Adam and from the subs they’d scened with, a stand-offishness that had always frustrated Adam. Until he’d finally learned why, five years ago, in the Tora Bora Mountains of Afghanistan.
Their SEAL team had just been ambushed by an unknown number of Taliban guerillas. Caught in the act of lobbing a grenade, Jesse had been shot through the armpit. The bullet had ripped through his body, collapsing a lung and breaking two ribs before coming to a stop mere centimeters from his spinal column. Adam had dragged his commanding officer into a shallow cave while the rest of their team had scrambled for whatever cover they could find in the barren terrain. Braving a barrage of ricocheting bullets, Adam had made a mad dash to snatch their dead medic’s emergency kit, barely making it back to Jesse without getting killed himself. For the next three days they were pinned down in that cave, Jesse slipping in and out of consciousness, rambling in a feverish delirium about Sarah.
He’d talked about her, about how much he loved her. How much he hungered for her. How he’d wanted her so desperately the only way he could keep himself from destroying her was to treat her like shit and stay as far away from her as possible. And stay away, he had, until that last, fateful day, when Jesse’s cousin Matt Wilson had overheard Ryder Malone, Tucker Blanchard, and Jacob Rendell the town’s three biggest thugs, planning to crash Sarah’s eighteenth birthday party and create a little “mischief.” Jesse had hightailed it out to Sarah’s place, arriving in time to pull Ryder up off her naked body, just as he was about to rape her, only to turn around and nearly rape her himself. Only it wouldn’t have been rape, because she would have welcomed it. She had wanted him just as badly as he wanted her, frantically throwing herself at him, begging him to take her. And, to his eternal regret, he very nearly had. Ravished by the sight of her naked breasts and shaved pussy, transported by the heady scent of her arousal, he’d tongued her to two explosive orgasms before finally scrambling to his feet and stumbling back away from her. By some miracle, he’d managed to send her upstairs to put some clothes on while he dealt with the arrival of the cops. That night he’d fled, vowing to forget Sarah Marshall, and shove her and the entire town of Marshall’s Creek, Virginia, far, far behind him.
Except he hadn’t been able to do that. Torn apart with guilt, Jesse had never forgotten her. Not the enchanting thirteen-year-old child he’d rescued from a thirty-foot fall out of a tree, nor the exquisite young woman she’d grown up to be. And so, nine months ago, Jesse had left the SEALs, resigning his commission as a naval officer, because he finally had to admit that he could no longer imagine a life without Sarah Marshall, the woman he’d loved for nearly twelve years.
Adam had decided to leave, too, mainly because over the years of listening to Jesse talk about Sarah, Adam had fallen in love with her, too. He’d fallen in love with the freckle-faced thirteen-year-old Sarah doing cartwheels across the lawn or threading buttercups through Jesse’s hair. He’d fallen in love with the awkward fourteen-year-old, just coming into her own sexuality and suddenly becoming stammeringly shy around Jesse. And he’d fallen in love with the eighteen-year-old whom Jesse had so callously used and abandoned.
Oh, not real love, Adam had hastened to assure himself. Some sort of wispy, ephemeral…phantom kind of love that would fade away like morning mist the moment he met her. He just needed to spend a little time with her. Not long, he’d reasoned with himself, just enough to see how ordinary she was and not this…fucking…goddess…that Jesse had managed to create in his mind. Yeah, that was all he’d needed, a little time to get her out of his system.
Except he hadn’t been able to get her out of his system. Because she was a goddess. Beautiful, strong, feisty, funny, trusting, and so fucking loving. She was perfect, the perfect woman and the perfect submissive. She had appealed to everything that was masculine in Adam, every Dominant cell in his body, and had tested his control in ways he had yet to figure out. Meeting her had just reinforced the depth of his feelings for her. Feelings that became so vast and overwhelming he was unable to hide them. Nor was Sarah able to hide the feelings she had developed for him. Feelings that had threatened to swamp them both, leaving them drowning in agony. Until Jesse had put them both out of their misery and told them he’d always planned for the three of them to be together in a ménage.
Loving Sarah had awakened Adam’s deepest, innermost feelings. Feelings not only for Sarah, but for Jesse as well, making him realize that the love he felt for his best friend was still there, raw and untamed, a vast, restless yearning he could no longer keep hidden. It was time for them to be more than friends. Adam wanted them to be lovers. He needed them to be lovers.
Emotion swelled inside his chest, expanding like a balloon, pressing against his lungs until he couldn’t catch his breath. Christ! If he wasn’t careful, he was going to pass out. He loved Jesse with a love as powerful as the love he felt for Sarah. And it was high time he acted on it. If he’d learned anything from the events of the past two months, it was how unpredictable life was. The future was far too uncertain for him to continue holding anything back, and he’d been holding back for years. No more.
“This has been weighing on me for quite some time,” he said, reaching out to brush his fingertips across Jesse’s cheek. “I know you’ve never been comfortable with two guys being physical with each other, much less having actual sex. But I love you, Jess. I’m—I’ve loved you ever since that first moment you came into the mess hall at NAB like you owned the place. You were so gorgeous, so full of confidence, a savage warrior swaggering toward me like you owned the place.”
“Savage warrior, my ass.” Jesse chuckled. “I was scared shitless, wondering what the fuck I’d gotten myself into. And I don’t swagger.”
“You only swagger,” Adam countered. “And don’t try to change the subject. I love you, Jess. And I need to spend the rest of my life lettin’ you know just how much.”
Jesse’s eyes closed as the air drained from his lungs on a long, slow sigh. “I love you, too, Adam,” he said quietly. “Have done since that exact same instant. Only you were the one with the swagger.”
“I don’t—” Wait. What? Adam’s hand dropped. Shock widened his eyes. “You—”
Jesse’s only reply was a slight shrug.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because my bastard of a father beat it into me with every blow of his fist. Boys. Don’t. Like. Other. Boys. When I was a kid I didn’t understand it. Why was he so focused on that? I knew I wasn’t attracted to other boys. But Thorne helped me to see that my father was acting out of fear. That he was so deep in the closet himself, he was terrified of being found out, so he took out his frustrations on me.” Jesse shrugged. “Course, he also beat me just for the hell of it, because that’s just the kind of asshole he was.”
“What are you saying here, Jess?” Adam asked, shock still evident in his expression.
“I don’t know.” Another shrug. “What I do know is that the second our eyes met I knew you were going to be someone very special to me. I know I’m not gay…you’re the only man I’ve ever even considered bein’ attracted to. I’ve never thought of myself as bi. But with the right people…under the right circumstances. You and Sarah are definitely the right people.” His lips quirked. “And it would seem we have finally arrived at the right circumstances.”
Adam looked at him curiously. “I’d just about given up on you, you know. What made you change your mind?”
“Everythin’,” Jesse shrugged. “All the shit that’s happened over the last few months, that fuckhead Malone, the Army of Righteousness, Sokolov—” He broke off at the mention of the Albanian mobster whose scheme to kidnap Sarah and keep her as a sex slave had resulted in his death. Jesse shook his head. “If it taught me anythin’, it taught me how quickly everythin’ that matters to me can be ripped away.” He put both feet on the floor and leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “When that call came into dispatch that a dump truck had totaled your Land Rover and they needed the jaws of life to get you out—then when I realized Sarah was gone—kidnapped—”
He pressed his lips together to keep them from trembling. “I nearly lost you, Adam, and I never said ‘I love you.’” You could have died without ever hearin’ those words from me, without ever knowin’ how I felt. I never want to feel that feelin’ again. I never want to feel like I could have said more, could have done more…”He let his voice trail off. “I figured I’d show you how I felt the night of our Collarin’ Ceremony, but then we agreed to let Sarah Domme both of us.” He ducked his head ruefully. “So then I was kinda hopin’ she’d make it part of her scene, you know? I thought for sure she’d order us to at least kiss each other…maybe do a little cocksuckin’…somethin’!” He shrugged. “But she didn’t.”
“No, she didn’t,” Adam drank the rest of the whiskey and placed the empty glass on the floor between his legs. Then he leaned forward and adopted a similar pose to Jesse’s. Their faces were mere inches apart. “I have to admit, I was just a little…I don’t know…disappointed, I guess, when she didn’t. She came pretty close, though. I think she wanted to.”
“Yeah,” Jesse agreed, “I think so, too. Man, when she made us both bend over and grab our ankles while she pegged us with that strap-on…” He closed his eyes and shook his head, letting the memory engulf him. Christ, it had been one of the hottest scenes he’d ever done. Just thinking about it made his cock so hard it nearly strangled him. “I think she wanted to, but, maybe, wasn’t quite sure how to go about it, I dunno…”
“Then maybe it’s time we showed her,” Adam suggested, his lips curving upward in a wicked grin. Both men raised their heads at the exact same moment and their gazes locked. Each could see the raw emotion swirling in the other’s eyes.
“How’re we—?” Jesse began.
“Just follow my lead.”
“The last time I followed your lead, I got shot,” Jesse reminded him.
“Unfortunately, there’s no guarantee you’ll fare any better this time around,” Adam said wryly. He rose and held out his hand. Jesse took it and used it to pull himself up out of the deep, cushiony sofa. Neither man let go as they stood facing each other, so close their bodies were almost touching, each feeling the other’s heat. Then Adam lifted his other hand and curved his fingers around the back of Jesse’s head. For a long moment, they neither moved nor spoke. They simply stared into each other’s eyes as their heartbeats accelerated and their breathing became harsh and shallow. Jesse could not remember ever being more aroused than he was at that moment. His cock was hard as a railroad spike. Nervously he licked his lips, his gaze riveted to Adam’s, watching as Adam slanted his head and moved toward him.
He touched his mouth to Jesse’s in a kiss that started out sweet and gentle, a tasting, a savoring, an exploration. But the moment Jesse’s lips parted to admit Adam’s questing tongue, the kiss became something else entirely. Something hot and torrid, hard and bruising, an elemental, almost brutal meeting of lips, tongues and teeth that bespoke the savagery of the long suppressed feelings behind it. Feelings that exploded out into the room, leaving both men, when they finally pulled apart, slightly dazed and gasping for breath. Adam gentled his hold on Jesse’s head, but he didn’t release him. He just held him in place, resting their foreheads together, as they both struggled to deal with the volatile emotions rampaging through them.
“Jesus fuck, Adam—”
“Yeah.” He smiled ruefully. “Kinda took me by surprise, too.” He took a deep, steadying breath. “C’mon. Let’s go make love to our sweet little sub.”
Sarah lay in the middle of the super-king-sized canopied bed, curled up on her side, her arms wrapped around Adam’s pillow, while cradling Jesse’s pillow in the gentle curve of her body. The sheet had been pushed to the foot of the bed and her naked flesh gleamed softly in the light from the living room.
Jesse walked over and stood at the side of the bed nearest the door, while Adam rounded the foot of the bed to stand opposite him. Both men watched, enthralled, as the love of their lives began to wake. Yawning hugely, she raised her elbows over her head and tucked her hands against the sides of her neck arching her back slowly as she stretched her arms. Undulating her torso, she alternately stretched her back and shoulder muscles. With a low, throaty growl of pleasure, she rolled over onto her stomach, hips gyrating and ass muscles flexing as she worked her thighs and calves.
Jesse’s mouth went dry. “Christ, sugar!” His voice sounded like his vocal cords were being tied in a knot.
“Oh!” With a little yelp of surprise, her head shot up. Lifting a hand to thrust the thick waves of her hair back out of her face, she turned to look up at Jesse. He had stripped off his shirt, which lay in a heap on the floor, and was unbuckling his belt. Arm and shoulder muscles rippling, he lowered his zipper and shoved his jeans down his legs, freeing his rigid cock. Sarah stared at it, all hard and red and dribbling pre-cum. Her mouth watered. “How long have you been standing there, spying on me?”
“Not spyin’, baby,” he said with a wicked grin. “Admirin’.”
“Get all the kinks worked out?” Adam’s voice sent her head swiveling in the other direction. Behind her she heard Jesse’s shoes falling softly to the floor. Adam was already naked, stroking his long, elegant penis with one hand. At the expression on his face, excitement jolted along Sarah’s spine. With a sound that could only be described as a growling purr, she rolled over onto her back, watching him from beneath her lashes as she stretched like a contented kitten. She was already wet. No surprise there. She was always wet. Her body ached with constant need for both of these men, but her heart ached more, with a love so profound she knew she’d need ten lifetimes to express it adequately.
Without a word, each man planted a knee on the mattress and started moving toward her, each reaching out a large hand to palm the nearest breast. They slid their fingers beneath the soft, warm globes and lifted them up. At the same time, their heads descended and their hot, wet mouths closed around her turgid nipples, suckling and laving and nipping the knotted peaks with their teeth, sending jolts of electricity arcing through her body straight to her clit.
She arched her back in ecstasy as she let out a sharp, shuddering cry, thrusting her breasts more fully into their pleasuring mouths and hands. Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! How could anyone survive such pleasure?
The hands left her breasts and slid in tandem down her belly to her thighs. Jesse stopped suckling her long enough to rasp, “Spread your legs,” against her wet, supple flesh. She whimpered as she moved her feet apart. The twin tugs on her nipples sent rapturous sensations rioting through her as both men began stroking their index fingers up and down her slit, first Jesse, then Adam, sending her arousal spiking off the charts. Another whimper left her throat when both men lifted their heads, leaving her wet, reddened nipples throbbing in the cool air.
“Sit up, sugar,” Jesse ordered, grabbing the pillows and piling them up against the elaborately carved headboard. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he swiveled around and grabbed her under her arms, pulling her bottom onto his thighs, her back to his front. He scooted backward until he was sitting in front of the pillows at the head of the bed. He bent his knees and leaned back against the headboard, with Sarah in his lap, her butt against his groin in the V of his widespread thighs. His erection was a hard ridge against the base of her spine. Adam’s hand left her sex and she let out a whimper of disappointment.
Jesse’s hands moved to her knees, which he lifted and spread wide, draping her legs over his powerful thighs, exposing her pussy and anus to Adam’s rapacious gaze. The scent of her arousal perfumed the air around them, making Adam’s mouth water.
Jesse buried his face in the curve of her neck, just breathing her in, letting her scent fill his nostrils. He closed his eyes and sent the tip of his tongue on a meandering journey across her silken skin. She sucked in her breath and Jesse groaned. “There it is, sugar,” he murmured against her skin, his warm breath sending shivers up and down her spine. “That little hitch in your breathing that I love so goddamn much. It gets me so fuckin’ hard because it lets me know how ready you are.”
“I’m always ready,” she admitted.
Both his hands came up to palm her breasts, kneading and plumping the soft, pillowy flesh, pulling and stretching her hard nipples as she writhed gently against him, moaning softly. “Arms up, baby. Hands around the back of my neck. And whatever you do, don’t let go, clear?”
She bit her lip. “Yes, Master.”
Adam crawled across the mattress and dropped to his belly between her outstretched thighs, staring at her glistening, pink slit with a wicked grin as he propped himself up on his elbows and parted her outer lips with the thumb and middle finger of one hand. “Jesus, Jess, you should see how wet she is.”
She bit her lip and let out a moan. The sight of Adam’s blond head at the apex of her thighs, ready to ravish her sex, had her belly clenching, sending even more hot cream rushing from her core. Shivering, dry mouthed, she watched as he touched her clit with a reverent index finger, his deeply-tanned skin such a contrast to the soft creaminess of hers. Bending his head, he sent his breath feathering across her skin, kindling a fire that seared through her veins. His face twisted, contorting with a mixture of love and lust so powerful, it looked more like pain than pleasure. But she knew it was pure, unadulterated bliss.
Closing his eyes, Adam pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her freshly-waxed mound, sending a wave of desire shuddering through her. “Christ Almighty, sweet pea, I can see everything, from your clit down to your sweet little asshole.” He flicked his tongue down her slit, all the way to her puckered anus, then back up again, rimming her sensitive opening, licking in a slow, ever-widening circle, ratcheting up her pleasure. Her flavor exploded against his taste buds, sweet, fruity, delicious. And he knew it was a flavor that he would crave for the rest of his life.
He stared up at her, his hot eyes raking over her breasts, being lifted high by Jesse’s large hands, across the soft curve of her belly, down to the glistening triangle between her thighs. A hot flush stained her skin a delightful shade of pink, evidence of her acute state of arousal. She was filled with such hunger, such love, such all-consuming need, she could barely stand it.
His stare was heated, like fire brushing her skin. “God, Sarah, you bewitch me. Your body is perfection itself.” His low voice was rough as sandpaper, abrading her nerve endings, throwing her senses into chaos. He leaned over her, once again touching the tip of his tongue to her clit. Her body jerked in reaction. His tongue swirled and licked the sensitive little nubbin of flesh, sending fiery hot chills of raw need rolling up and down her spine. Two wicked fingers found her weeping entrance and thrust up inside her hot, welcoming sheath.
“Adam!” she shrieked, her cry ended in a gasping sob. “Oh, my God, Adam! Oh, God, that feels so good!” Her body jerked again. Her throat closed on a yelp.
“That’s right, love. Suck my fingers into that sweet dripping pussy of yours. Christ, you’re so tight! So hot. You’re burning my fingers. I can’t wait to fuck you with my tongue.” She could feel the heat of his breath against her wetness and moaned, trembling uncontrollably. She loved the way they talked to her while making love to her, the cadence of all the dirty, raunchy words they used sounding almost musical.
“Spread your legs, angel. I’m going to devour this delectable pussy of yours until your cum gushes out all over my tongue. Would you like that?”
Would I like that? Well, duh. Is the grass green? Is the sky blue? Does a bear crap in the woods? Of course I’d like that!
But he wasn’t finished. “And then, after you come, I’m going to make you come again.” His voice was dark, hot velvet stroking and heating her shivering skin. He drew back to look up at her, his eyes blazing with white-hot need. “And again and again until you are completely fucked out and your body is too exhausted to move. Would you like that?”
She stared at him, unable to stop shivering, transfixed by the dark promise of his voice, by the dirty words he used, by the carnal images those words conjured up. Lord have mercy! With tremendous effort, she managed to pull in huge, shuddering lungsful of air, releasing each one in a series of short, panting gasps.
Watching the lust shimmer in her eyes, he grinned. “I’m going to take that as a yes.” He leaned forward until his nose was buried in her wet, gushing cleft. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes on a groan. “Christ, love, I’ll never get enough of your smell.” Shaking his head back and forth, he burrowed more deeply into her dripping slit, drawing her scent to the bottom of his lungs, holding it there—as if he were committing it to memory. Then his fingers curved gently upward inside her sheath and he began moving them in and out, scraping across her G spot with each thrust.
She let out a shuddering cry, her back arching into a rigid bow as her head slammed back against the solid wall of Jesse’s chest. Adam parted her labia to reveal her moist pink inner folds to the blistering heat of his gaze. She moaned, and then gasped as his scalding breath scorched her quivering flesh. “Open your eyes, sweet pea. Watch me eat you. Watch me give you more pleasure than you ever thought possible.”
He placed the tip of his tongue against the hard, needy nubbin of her aching clit and began to flick it wildly back and forth, a light, deft touch that had her shrieking and arching up fiercely, twisting and jerking her hips against the carnal onslaught of his pleasuring tongue. He pulled his fingers from her cunt, smoothing both his hands up over the gently-rounded curve of her belly, leaving a trail of wetness on her skin. He pushed Jesse’s hands off of her breasts, squeezing them, tugging on her nipples as he licked and suckled and flicked and laved her pussy. He feasted on her, as if she were a banquet set just for him. She writhed against his face, panting and sobbing, unable to catch her breath, transfixed by both the look and feel of his hot, skillful mouth as he ravaged her most intimate flesh.
Lungs heaving, desperate for air, she tried to tighten her thighs around his head to hold him in place. But Jesse held her legs firmly, keeping her wide open and helpless against Adam’s sensual onslaught. Robbed of the ability to think straight, she grabbed Adam’s head with both hands, holding him hard against her volatile flesh while she ground her hips against his face, making Jesse’s cock throb and jerk beneath her buttocks. “Fuck me, Masters,” she begged in a voice so rough it sounded like it had been through a shredder.
“Ten,” was all Jesse said.
Oh, crap! She’d lowered her arms! Her stomach plummeted at the steel in his voice. Instantly her hands flew back up around his neck. It never paid to disobey a Dom’s command.
Adam tongued her with wicked skill, licking up the succulent pink tunnel of her vulva, from her slippery opening to her throbbing clit, back to her opening, circling the threshold, and stabbing into her, fucking her with his hard tongue. As he moved up to lash at her clit, he thrust two fingers into her, then three, powering them in and out in sync with his tongue.
Her body was out of control, shaking and trembling with the fierce pleasure raging through her. Every muscle was straining, tightening with a blistering intensity that had her head thrashing back and forth along the hard muscles of Jesse’s chest as the pressure of her orgasm coiled and spiraled in the deepest recesses of her womb.
Oh, my God, omigodomigodomigod! She was on fire, flames licking her skin, scorching her soul. Sucking air into her lungs until they could hold no more, she held it there as she soared up, up, up, toward the sun. Her back arched higher and higher, drawing her body up tighter as Adam and Jesse held onto her, urging her toward the peak of pleasure.
Behind her, Jesse closed his eyes with a groan. He was caught up in a tidal wave of love and lust so powerful, it robbed him of his ability to breathe. His cock was about to explode—especially with Sarah grinding her buttocks so hard against it as Adam built her climax with every lascivious stroke of his tongue. The sight of her with her wide-spread legs dangling over his, and his best friend’s head between them as he feasted on her pussy, was the most erotic, the most ravishing, and the most arousing thing he had ever seen in his life. And he’d seen plenty.
He moved his hands up to cover her breasts as Adam feasted on the banquet between her thighs, licking, sucking, slurping, his tongue lapping against her sensitive skin like waves lapping against the shore.
Gripping her hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, Jesse played with them, twisting them, pulling on them, and squeezing them gently. Then not so gently.
“Oh, God, Jesse!” Lightning bolts of pleasure forked through her entire body straight to her sizzling clit. “Oh, God! Don’t stop. Don’t stop! Oh, God!” She was thrashing, moaning, grinding her hips against Adam’s face as he pleasured her with the lashing whip of his agile tongue. Rasping it around her clit, thrusting it into her flooding sheath, applying just the right amount of pressure in all the right places until the coil tightening inside her ruptured and her entire body went rigid as she desperately sucked air into her lungs until they were so full she thought they would burst. Her body froze. She hung there, poised on the threshold of a climax that threatened to annihilate her.
Then she exploded. Her scream seemed to last an eternity as her entire body snapped in a series of violent convulsions that had her gasping in sharp, painful breaths, as she blew apart. A million blazing starbursts detonated in the blackness behind her tightly-closed lids. She drew in huge, shuddering gulps of air as uncontrollable spasms shook her. Her womb contracted almost painfully, as the bruising pleasure of her orgasm washed over her in wave after wave of ecstasy before Adam finally stopped moving his tongue, allowing her seizures to ebb, then diminish, leaving her drained and depleted.
She tried to sit up but her bones had disintegrated, leaving behind nothing more than a sack of flesh and blood held together by skin. She sagged back against Jesse, but Adam wasn’t through with her yet. As soon as the breath she’d been holding left her body in a sigh of pure satiation, he began lapping at her again, scouring his tongue over her ripe flesh, flicking it over her quivering clit. She writhed and bucked, trying to twist away from his mouth. That little pearl of flesh was so sensitive, his touch was painful. Pure, unadulterated torture. Until, all of a sudden…it wasn’t. Until, all of a sudden, her body somehow recycled that touch into something it sought rather than something it rejected. Something that catapulted her into another rapturous escalation of sensation until her helpless body was jolted by the fury of yet another savage climax that left her shattered and sobbing with pleasure.
As she lay there, utterly ravaged, Adam rose above her, face shiny with her juices. He leaned down to claim her mouth, thrusting his tongue into her moist cavern, letting her taste her essence on his lips and tongue. “Christ, Jess,” he exclaimed, pulling back his head to stare down at her, his expression filled with love. “She is delicious! I love the taste of her cum on my tongue. Here, taste it yourself.”
Omigod! Sarah gasped. Eyes wide with shock, she swiveled her head around to watch as Adam rose up onto his knees and slanted his head to claim Jesse’s mouth in a hard, rapacious kiss.
Oh. My. God.
Curving his hand around the back of Jesse’s head to hold him in place, Adam began a savage, tongue-thrusting duel that sent the blood pounding through Sarah’s veins and thundering in her ears. She tried to swallow but her mouth was as dry as dust.
They ate at each other’s mouths like two ravenous beasts for what seemed to her like a millennium. When they finally broke apart, they were breathing in sharp, rapid pants, staring at each other through half-lidded eyes. Finally, without breaking eye contact with Adam, Jesse’s voice, rough as sandpaper, said, “Did that turn you off, sugar?”
“Turn me off! Good Lord, are you kidding me?” she replied, her voice as hoarse as Jesse’s. “That was absolutely, without a doubt, the hottest thing I have ever witnessed!” Her hand went to her chest then lifted to fan her face. “I have been fantasizing about the two of you making love for months—ever since I first saw you together. It just seemed natural, somehow. Like,” she hesitated, biting her lip, uncertain whether to continue.
Finally releasing Jesse’s gaze, Adam lifted up and backed down along Sarah’s body until his ass was sitting on his legs. Lifting her hand from her chest, he brushed his lips across the back of her knuckles. He was looking at her, one blond brow raised, a question in his lambent blue eyes. “Go on, sweet pea, spit it out. Total honesty, remember?”
She stared up at him, holding her breath until the words finally tumbled out of her. “Like it was meant to be.”
“So, then…you’re okay with this?”
The very thought ripped the air from her lungs, leaving her gasping for breath. Her gaze flew to Adam’s. Yes! Oh, God, yes! Sucking air slowly to the bottom of her lungs, she could only nod jerkily, as her ability to speak suddenly seemed to have deserted her.
Jesse chuckled in her ear. “Just lie in my arms, baby, and enjoy his mouth on you, as I will enjoy his mouth on me.”
Wait, what? At first his words mystified her, but then he placed his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her off his hips, while Adam grabbed his cock and pulled it forward so that, instead of rising behind her, against her spine, it nestled firmly along the furrow of her slit, a tempting target for Adam’s mouth. The satiny smooth tip, shiny and red and leaking pearly white pre-cum, was within easy reach of that mouth, and suddenly Sarah’s eyes widened with shock. Oh my God! Adam’s going to suck both of us off at the same time!
Never taking his eyes from hers, Adam bent his head and placed his mouth firmly over her clit, flicking it with his tongue, working it with his lips, making her shudder with pleasure as he drove her once again toward her peak, all while his chin, with its raspy five-o’clock shadow, manipulated the head of Jesse’s penis, making it jerk wildly, wrenching a moan from somewhere deep in both their throats. Adam took Sarah right to the edge of pleasure, her body surging upward, desperately reaching for orgasm. “Please,” she begged incoherently. “Please…”
“Not yet, love.” With exquisite timing, he lifted his head, watching the breath whoosh from her body like air from a deflating balloon as her orgasm receded.
Unable to hold back a sob, tears filled her eyes. “God, Adam, please. Please let me come.”
“After all the orgasms you just had?” His lips twitched. “Don’t you think you’re being just a wee bit greedy, little sub? Especially considering we haven’t had ours yet?” He brushed her hair back off of her sweat-damp face. “No, I think you need to wait a bit for your next one. I think it’s time you exercised a little self-restraint.” They stared at one another for what seemed like eons as her orgasm retreated, leaving only a tingling, sizzling sensation that made her feel electrified, as if she’d just stuck her finger in a light socket. She wondered if her hair was standing on end.
Holding her breath, she watched as Adam bent his head toward the juncture of her thighs and planted a solid kiss on the head of Jesse’s cock, so red and shiny, so satiny smooth, so…right there! She swallowed. There it was. Sticking out between her pussy lips, all shiny and red and, frankly…obscene. Almost like it was part of her! Holy Moley! She squeezed a moan past the constriction in her throat.
With a low groan, Jesse stiffened beneath her, his hips lifting uncontrollably toward Adam’s mouth, his rasping breath sawing in and out of his lungs. Abruptly, he grabbed her knees, keeping her spread open while he slid his feet down the sheet toward Adam’s groin. As soon as he reached the iron bar of Adam’s cock, he slid his feet on either side of it until it was nestled between his arches. Then he dropped his knees and turned his feet, pressing the bottoms together around Adam’s rigid penis, gripping it tightly.
“Jesus, Christ!” Adam yelped, arching his back and gasping with pleasure.
Sarah bit her lip. Unable to tear her eyes away from the raw sexuality of the scene being played out between her legs, she watched Adam’s tongue probe the slit in the tip of Jesse’s cock, delving deeply as though searching for buried treasure. The hum that erupted from the depths of his throat sent vibrations reverberating through Jesse’s shaft and balls, forcing him to suck in a hissing breath between his teeth as his neck arched and his jaw clenched in pleasure. “Christ, Adam—”
Adam just smiled and swallowed the entire head of Jesse’s cock, flexing his cheeks as he applied suction.
“Jesus!” Jesse’s cock thickened and jerked.
“Raise her hips and hold her up so I can take all of you in.” Cupping her bottom, Jesse lifted her hips while at the same time scooting farther down the bed, a move that had his cock popping up between her legs like a Pop-Tart from a toaster. As Adam lowered his head, engulfing Jesse’s enormous rod, his nose brushed through Sarah’s wet, swollen pussy. The sweet, fruity aroma of her arousal, mixed with the scent and taste of Jesse’s musk, bombarded him with a whirling maelstrom of sensuous aromas. Jesus Christ on a cracker! This is going to be epic!
Realizing that it was entirely up to him to bring all three of them off, he began short, jerky thrusts of his hips, a move that sent his cock chafing between Jesse’s feet. The unrelenting drag of his mouth up and down Jesse’s turgid length, and the back and forth shaking of his head, sent his nose rubbing all around Sarah’s clit, adding her little moans and squeals to the erotic symphony echoing around them.
Then, leaning the bulk of his weight on his left elbow, he found her slit with his right hand and thrust two fingers into her steamy passage. With so many things to think about, his movements were rather uncoordinated and random at first, but he finally settled into a rhythm that soon had all three of them writhing in a frenzy of ecstasy.
“Oh, God, Adam,” she screamed, arching her back to press her clit more firmly against his nose, a move that sent his rough fingers scraping firmly across her G-spot. “I’m coming! Oh, fuck, I’m coming! I’m coming! Fu–u–u–u–u–uck!” Her neck arched, slamming her head back against Jesse’s chest. Her body went rigid as she was catapulted into an orgasm so intense, she fractured into millions of jagged pieces, fragmented by shockwaves of pleasure.
At the same moment, Jesse’s cock exploded in Adam’s mouth, sending cum jetting down his throat, just as his own cock, fucking the soles of Jesse’s feet, emptied its heavy load of seed into the bedclothes.
For a long moment they remained locked in place with their necks thrown back, backs arched, bodies rigid. Then, as if their strings were suddenly cut, they collapsed to the mattress in a groaning, boneless heap as relentless spasms of pleasure continued to convulse through them.
When Sarah came back to full awareness, she was lying on her back in the bed next to Jesse, who was lying on his side, facing her, up on one elbow, resting his head on his hand. He was watching his other hand as it plumped and shaped, and fondled her breast. For a long moment she just studied him from beneath her lashes. God, he was the sexiest man on the face of the earth. Languidly lifting her index finger, she brushed it down the blade of his aquiline nose to stroke it idly across his perfect lips. And those killer cheekbones—she gulped. The man was lethal! She curved her hand around his cheek, making him smile and turn his head slightly to plant a kiss in the middle of her palm.
She felt the mattress dip behind her as Adam climbed back onto the bed and began gently wiping between her legs with a damp cloth. She turned her head to look at him—God, he was lethal, too, his handsome, chiseled features equal to those of any Greek god. At her unrelenting stare, his grin turned into a frown. “What?”
“Nothing. Just thinking.”
One brow soared. “Dare I ask?”
“Nothing bad. Just thinking that you two are so hot, I need oven mitts to touch you.”
He laughed. “I take it that met with your expectations?”
“Oh, my God, yes!” she agreed with a vigorous nod. “It’s a wonder we didn’t spontaneously combust! Is my hair on fire?” She lifted a hand to her head. “It feels like it’s on fire. Anyway, I’d still like to see you two, um—well, you know,” she finished lamely as a blush turned her cheeks bright pink.
Jesse chuckled. “That’s what I love about you, sugar, you’re always ready to have your boundaries pushed.” He released her breast and knifed upward to a sitting position. “Come on, you two, we need to get ready. We have dinner reservations for nine at Plaisir. But first I need to say somethin’ to both of you.”
“Jess…” Adam put his hand on Jesse’s shoulder, but Jesse shrugged it off.
“No, Adam. I need to say this. Havin’ come so close to losin’ you both, I don’t want to waste a single opportunity from now on to demonstrate how much I love you. Both of you. Sarah,” he took hold of her hand and lifted to his lips. His eyes were like burning black coals. The love she saw shining there thickened her throat and sent tears welling in her eyes. “You are the love of my life. You’re every breath I take, every beat of my heart. You light up all the deepest, darkest corners of my soul and fill me with a joy I never thought I’d experience. I love you, sugar.” His lazy smile was potent, warming her all the way to her toes.
Unable to speak through the sudden swelling in her throat, she could only stare up at him, sniffling as the tears spilled over and rolled silently down her cheeks. She watched, her eyes never leaving his, as he leaned forward slowly, until his face filled her entire field of vision. Then he closed his eyes, slanted his head, and claimed her lips in a slow, sweet kiss that sent anticipation fluttering through her belly. Good Lord. Her breathing grew choppy.
He turned his gaze from her to look down at the man lying beside them on the mattress. “Adam—” For a full minute, the two men simply stared at each other, communicating on a level that needed no words. Saying things to one another that Sarah could not hear, but could, intuitively, understand. Then, as if responding to a silent signal, Adam sat up and both men reached for each other, their mouths fusing together above her, their tongues mating in a deeply carnal kiss. When they finally pulled apart, gasping for breath, Jesse curved his fingers around the back of Adam’s neck, pressing their foreheads together. “Christ, Adam,” he ground out. “Why didn’t we do this sooner?”
Adam pulled back. “Well, we’re doing it now,” he said, his face splitting into a wide grin. “We’ll just have to do it a lot to make up for lost time.”
Jesse laughed. “I think that can be arranged.” He sobered. “Adam, you’re my friend, my brother, and, from this moment on, my lover. You and I are two halves of the same coin. But we’re just one side of that coin. Sarah is the other side, completin’ both of us in ways we could never complete each other.”
They both turned to look down at the woman they loved. “Sarah,” Jesse began hesitantly, “is this gonna affect how you feel about me—about us?”
“Hell, yes, it’s going to affect how I feel about you!” she replied indignantly. Then she ruined the effect by smiling. “It’s going to make me love you even more. God, Jesse, it’s what I’ve wanted from the very beginning. All of us loving each other equally. I just have one question.”
“When you—you know—do it, do I get to watch?” she asked wickedly.
“You’ll be doin’ a hell of a lot more than just watchin’” Jesse retorted.
“Oh, goodie.” She rubbed her hands together gleefully. “Do I get to boss you around again? Like I did the night of our Collaring Ceremony? God that was so much fun!”
“That’s two questions,” Adam pointed out. “We only allowed one. That’s five swats.”
“In addition to the ten you got for lettin’ go of me,” Jesse reminded her.
“Hey!” was her disgruntled cry. “No fair!”
Jesse’s face went stern. “Life is often unfair to a bratty sub,” he replied in his Dom voice. The one that curled her toes and never failed to send shivers up and down her spine. “I’ll be happy to make it more.”
“No…no,” she said, shaking her head quickly. “Fifteen is plenty.”
Curving his fingers under her chin, he lifted her gaze up to meet his. “All you need concern yourself with is that we’re both still your Doms, and you will continue to obey us as you always have. And you will continue to address us both as Master. Am I clear?”
Her belly rolled, sending cream gushing out into her folds. “Yes, Master.” She lowered her eyes submissively.
“Okay,” Jesse conceded. “We’ll think about it. As for who’s the Dom between the two of us…” He smiled down at Adam, brushing his thumb across the other man’s lower lip. “We’ll just make it up as we go along.”
“You sure you’ll be okay with being on the receiving end?” Adam asked.
Jesse shrugged. “You mean am I sure I’ll be okay with bein’ fucked up the ass?” His smile took the sting from his words.
“Crudely put,” Adam acknowledged, “but accurate. So, are you?”