Between a Rock and a Hard Place (53 page)

Jessi watched – closely.  He couldn’t hear what she was saying because his loud breathing echoed in his ears, but she appeared to be giving Tommy instructions.  With her experience, she could probably draw a diagram and teach a course in ass play.

In the beginning of their relationship, Angel had felt awkward and self-conscious to have her face so close to his open and vulnerable privates.  Now her interest was regarded as the naughty voyeur that she was, seeking a thrill from the erotic sights that she witnessed.

Tommy withdrew his magical fingers, and Angel whimpered, begging for their return, but it was the slick head of the dildo that wanted entrance.  Extra lubrication allowed it to make a small introduction.  It was bigger than he thought, but Tommy’s sweet lips made him forget the strain on his bottom.  “Your mouth is always as soft as butter, mi amor.  I could kiss those delicious lips all day.”  He swiped his tongue across Tommy’s lower lip.

“Then you shall.”  Tommy’s billowy mouth adorned Angel with its grace and his tongue bathed the inside of Angel’s mouth.  Tommy’s hair was flipped over to one side, and it formed an aromatic wall of blond silk.  His hands traveled downward and met Angel’s waiting cock.  Angel wasn’t aware that it was Jessi who was in charge of the dildo, entertaining him with grand circles.  He had been too caught up in the delicious flavor of Tommy’s mouth.  Tommy’s hand joined Jessi’s, and they both twisted the rubber toy over the knot inside him.  It drove him wild, and he pulled Tommy back up for a kiss.

Angel was the recipient of a generous love bite on his neck while Jessi was working miracles with that dildo.  It was a surplus of stimulation, as Tommy’s hands were free to caress Angel’s face and chest, and his lips brought sweet indulgence to Angel’s mouth, all the while he was filled with an appendage that brought him to near orgasm.

Tommy needed to straddle the other end of the dildo before Angel succumbed to the throb inside him.  “Hurry and catch up,” Angel whispered.  “I don’t know how long I can hold out.”

“I’m ready.”

He couldn’t possibly be ready.  He needed to be open and receptive in order to handle penetration, especially from something the size of the new toy.  Angel picked his head up just in time to see Jessi wiping her hand on a towel.  She had been preparing Tommy’s bottom with one hand and controlled the dildo with the other.  “You ambidextrous nymph!”

She let loose with provocative laughter.  “You keep underestimating me, Angel!”

She moved to her side of the bed and stretched out, ready for the show.

Within seconds, Tommy slid the other end of the dildo inside him, and they were joined together in a realm of glory.  They were sitting up, face to face, with their knees bent, and their ankles extended over the other’s thighs.  They scooted closer in an attempt to eradicate the space between them, but there was still 6 inches that separated them.  Tommy reached down and took hold of the toy that peeked out of their bodies and started churning it wildly.  The dildo was careening off the walls of Angel’s interior.  It sent volts of energy through his bottom and made him twitch and convulse.  He wasn’t used to penetration and never experienced anything this large inside him.  The pressure morphed into exquisite waves of splendor that made his eyes roll back into his head.  He focused on the throaty rasp of Tommy’s heavy breathing.  The man he loved was attached to him by a wand between their bodies.  It transmitted ecstasy out both ends and allowed the other’s spasms to reverberate into one another.

They were in each other’s arms, joined together at the bottom.  They rocked together on the ball of their hips.  Their cocks bounced into each other and slapped together.  They wrapped their arms around one another and Angel found Tommy’s lips.  Their kiss was long and slow, accented with a sensual moan that they both shared.  They stroked each other as they maintained eye contact.  The closeness of their bodies, the mutual stimulation, accompanied by the new experience of sharing a toy, took Angel over the edge, and he came with a pulsating stream that soaked Tommy’s hand.  Seconds later, Tommy followed, and their fluids mixed together in a sticky mess.

Out of breath, with his heart racing and blood soaring, Angel leaned forward and rested his head on Tommy’s shoulder.  “That was incredible, mi amor,” he whispered.  Tonight’s adventure was an incredible experience, another first in his unpredictable life with Tommy and Jessi.

Tommy’s lips answered with a soft kiss, and they stayed in each other’s arms while they caught their breath.  Over the sound of their heavy breathing, there was a hum in the room.  Jessi was lying next to them with her vibrator between her legs.  Her eyes were locked on Tommy, and she was panting, in the middle of an orgasm.

She should have used the other end of the dildo first.  Now it was dirty.  It didn’t matter because Tommy’s cock was already on its way toward the ceiling.  The man was destined for two lovers, with an erection that never rested.

Tommy caressed his hands over Angel’s chest, and his wet lips left an imprint.  “I hate to run off so quickly, but I think my wife needs some attention.”

“Go ahead.  It’s my turn to watch the show.”

Tommy pulled the vibrator out of Jessi’s hand, even though she didn’t look like she was done with it yet, and he seamlessly took its place.  She clasped her hands around his neck, and he rolled into her open legs.  In the seconds it took for her to clamp her ankles together behind his back, he was already pumping her into another orgasm or rejuvenating the first.

Watching them make love was a sensual experience.  The appeal of watching Tommy and Jessi together was the biggest surprise Angel got out of the relationship.  In the beginning it had been unfamiliar to him, and he had viewed their lovemaking with apprehension.  He had tried not to stare, but Jessi’s naked body was always in his direct line of vision.  He had nowhere else to look.  Curiosity had gotten the better of him, and he had enjoyed the learning experience of watching a man please a woman.  It wasn’t the act that had held his attention; it was his connection to the participants.  They were both part of his life, and their passion was his passion.

Even though tonight’s rendezvous was more segregated, on the whole their lovemaking was a tangled mess of their three bodies, with Tommy always taking center stage, and that’s what Angel preferred.  The game he played with Jessi over Tommy’s body was one of his favorites.  Jessi was part of their love making.  One on one time with Tommy was special, but Angel liked it best when all three of their bodies were connected at the same time and they were joined together at the most intimate location.  It reinforced their union and amplified the euphoric sensations, as the three of them made love to one another at the same time.  It was a race to the finish line.  Each propelled the other, and fueled one another to see who could cross the line first.  It was even better when the three of them finished together.

Angel continued to watch Tommy and Jessi.  The poor woman looked exhausted, but Tommy was on a mission, and nothing was going to slow him down.  Jessi could barely hold her legs around Tommy’s back.  They kept slipping off from lack of strength, and her grunts and sighs sounded like she was short of breath.  The look of sheer bliss across her face assured Angel that she would survive.  He was well-acquainted with Tommy’s unstoppable sex drive.

Reminiscing over some of their more energetic romps in the bedroom made Angel’s cock stir.  He looked down at it with a gracious smile.  He didn’t usually recuperate so quickly, but when it came to Tommy Blade, his hormones always jumped to attention.  He crawled behind Tommy and slowed his momentum by bracing his hand on Tommy’s hip.  Jessi seemed grateful for the reprieve.  He ran his hands down Tommy’s slender waist and held him in position.  “Wait for me, my prince, because I’m climbing aboard.”

Chapter Fifty

In the days that passed since the photo shoot with
Vogue Paris
, they explored the rich culture of the city, but there was still no mention of their upcoming anniversary.  Jessi almost brought it up several times, but decided to wait to see how long it would take before Tommy remembered on his own.  It was hard to believe that the band had him so wound up that he forgot their anniversary, but she tried not to let it put a damper on her evening.

The tour was over and tonight was their last night in Paris.  They were having dinner at the famed Le Jules Verne, located at the top of the Eiffel tower.  It was the epitome of romance.  It could have been extra special if it was an early anniversary dinner, but Jessi told herself to stop thinking about it.  Besides, their anniversary was still a week away.  Maybe Tommy was planning something when they returned to New York and he wanted to surprise her.  She pursed her lips as she thought about it.  No.  Tommy may have been able to pull it off, but Angel would have given away the surprise.  He was horrible at containing his excitement.  He was like a kid ready to explode.  Nope.  Tommy definitely wasn’t planning anything and he forgot their wedding anniversary.

She was tired of stewing about it and needed to let him know how hurt and disappointed she was.  No secrets, she reminded herself.  Everything was supposed to be laid out in bold letters so there were no ambiguous feelings.  She started toward the bedroom, but as soon as she saw Tommy walking toward her, she almost fell off her six inch stilettos.  He was wearing the suit from the
Vogue Paris
photo shoot, including the tie and the Salvatore Ferragamo shoes he bought in Milan.  His long blond hair cascaded over his shoulders like a golden water fall and his smile was as bright as the sun.  He was the most gorgeous man she ever laid eyes on.  It no longer mattered that he forgot their anniversary.  She wasn’t angry or upset anymore.  She wasn’t even thinking about their anniversary.  The only thing she could think about was running her hands over the front of his suit jacket and the muscles that bulged beneath it.

She ran both of her hands over the mounds of his chest.  “You’re wearing my suit.”

He gave her a sweet, teasing smile “I thought it was
my
suit.”

It was custom made for his body and accentuated every muscle in his physique.  His broad shoulders and lean waist made him the textbook prototype to wear the fitted suit.  It accentuated his perfect body.

Angel followed from the bedroom.  For a second she expected him to be wearing the tuxedo from the same shoot, but he was wearing a silver-gray Dolce & Gabbana suit that he bought when they were in Italy.  Angel stopped to gaze at Tommy.  “Bello.” He turned toward Jessi.  “That means beautiful.”

“Well, you both look bello.”  She considered her simple strapless dress and frowned.  Tommy and Angel, dressed in their exquisite formal attire, overshadowed her in the fashion department.

“That dress is pretty,” Tommy said, “but wear something a little more flashy.  Really do it up, hon.  It’s our last night here.”

Tommy was telling
her
to dress more flashy? He was Mr. Jeans-and-a-T-shirt.  The shoes that Angel coerced him into buying in Milan were the only pair he owned.  He never wore anything but boots or sneakers.  The irony made her laugh.

She changed into a short, black sequined tank dress that she bought at Versace.  It sparkled like the ocean at night under a full moon.

“You look beautiful.”  Tommy stopped and gazed at her for a long time, with a grin that made her weak.

She sighed.  That man of hers still had the ability to make her heart beat faster and the blood pump through her veins like it was on fire.  He brushed his lips against hers, while his hand nestled into the curve of her back and pulled her closer.  Angel’s mouth was on Tommy’s neck and she could feel the warmth of his body next to hers.  “I think we’re going to miss dinner,” she whispered against Tommy’s lips.