Catalyst (14 page)

Until Bastian, who was now stroking his palms up and down my sides as if he couldn’t get enough of my skin. I wasn’t sure where this thing with him was headed, and looking at Jacks now, I realized I wanted him with us. Both of us.
Permanently.

I stiffened at the realization that I would be keeping Bastian. The kid. No. The
man
. Twisting my head, I met dark amber eyes that smoldered with feelings he kept under wraps with everyone else. I met that look, releasing some of my own emotions, and his nostrils flared as if he could read my mind. I slowly rubbed my ass against the hard erection pressing into it. His fingers tightened under my arms.

Jacks stopped close enough to let me feel the heat coming off his body, but he didn’t touch me. He merely looked over Bastian and then me, as if he didn’t know where to start—like he wanted to touch us all at once. Or devour us. He cupped my chin, lifted my face, stared at my mouth, and I knew my lips were puffy from Bastian’s kiss.

“I think I’ll taste him first here,” Jacks whispered before running his tongue over my bottom lip. He stepped closer, sliding his free hand around me to Bastian, pulling us both to him. I moaned softly, overwhelmed by the hot, male bodies against my front and back.

Jacks sucked my bottom lip lightly, ran his tongue over my teeth. “Mmm.”

Bastian had gone still, but his heart beat a crazy-fast rhythm against my back. When Jacks increased the pressure of his kiss, my head snuggled back into Bastian’s neck. Then he resumed his stroking, bringing his hands up between Jacks and me to cup my breasts. Bastian groaned, the sound vibrating against me, as it seemed to move through me and into Jacks, because he growled, pulling back to meet Bastian’s gaze above my head. I never expected Bastian to make the first move, but he took one hand off me and cupped the side of Jacks’ neck, pulling him to his mouth.

I was squished between them and didn’t care in the least. Everything inside me went hot and tight as I watched them kiss. There was no hesitancy, no fumbling. It was heavy and hot and I was pretty sure my heart would thump right through my rib cage.

Jacks pulled back, glittering blue eyes staring at Bastian before lowering to me. “My bed.” He turned and stalked off.

“Guess he expects us to follow,” I murmured.

“How could we not?” Bastian said, voice husky, gruff. “Come on.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me after Jacks. I started to tremble on the way. I wasn’t the typical Gwinarian, one who slipped in and out of a lot of different beds that usually held more than two. I had no experience with sex with more than one person at a time. I’d witnessed it plenty of times, especially around the pools back on Kithra. Not the actual sex, since my people preferred privacy for that, but some triads got hot and heavy before they stumbled off.

Looking at Bastian, I realized we were both nervous and I had to laugh.

“What?”

“We’re Gwinarians. Every Gwinarian I know is easy with sex with multiple partners, and here we are a bundle of nerves.” I stopped. “Are you okay with this?”

“Yes. There are plenty of things I’m comfortable doing.” He pulled me up to him and slanted his mouth over mine, the kiss so carnal my toes curled in the grass.

“Suns,” I whispered. “Don’t know if I can handle the both of you.”

“Can’t wait to find out.”

We found Jacks standing by the bed, intent on the doorway.

I didn’t say anything, I couldn’t because nerves had taken over my voice. Bastian came up behind me and once again pressed his mouth to my neck, his hands coming around to cup my breasts. Heat pooled low in my belly and I closed my eyes, then opened them fast when I heard Jacks’ first boot hit the floor. I’d spied on him in the pools as a teen, snuck into the showers outside the mines and watched him soap his entire body. But I hadn’t seen him in years and was desperate to see the changes in his form.

He tugged his T-shirt over his head and my mouth went dry. Hacking at those vines had definitely built up his arms and chest. Some human males had more body hair than Gwinarians, and Jacks had a smattering of dark brown hair on his chest that narrowed to a trail of hair under his belly button. He unsnapped his pants and let them fall, kicking them away before standing at the end of the bed.

Bastian had pulled me close and I knew he’d watched over my head. He’d already been hard against my back before, and he was again. Who could blame him? Jacks’ thighs were just as impressive as his arms. Corded muscles, soft-looking dark hair and a nice, thick cock that jutted up toward us. I got wet. Fast.

Jacks held out his hand.

Bastian pushed me gently toward him and I gasped when Jacks pulled me right up against his body. The hair on his chest tickled my breasts as heat plastered the front of my body. I closed my eyes, loving the feel of his naked body against me. Oh, I’d waited forever to know what this felt like. I wanted to savor it.

“Lose the pants, Vala.”

I didn’t want to step back long enough to strip, and I guess Bastian picked up on that because his arms came around me and he wedged his hands between us, stroking the back of his hand back and forth over Jacks’ stomach before he undid the clasps on my pants. He squatted to push the pants down, lingering when his hands were against Jacks’ dick. Jacks sucked in a deep breath. I inched back enough to see, the corner of my mouth going up when I saw that Bastian had wrapped his fingers around Jacks.

“I’m too squished between you two to get the pants off, but please don’t stop on my account.”

Bastain kissed the side of my waist and my breast as he let go and stood behind me again. I tried to jump a little, to jiggle the pants down.

Jacks chuckled, picked me up and put me on the bed. He bent to tug off my pants, putting his backside against Bastian, who clasped his hips and bent over his back. Jacks closed his eyes, his mouth falling open as Bastian kissed his spine, spilling that stunning auburn hair over Jacks’ side. I knew how that hair felt against skin. I smiled, loving the play of emotion over Jacks’ face. His eyes opened and he stared at me as he sucked in a breath. Bastian was running his hands over Jacks’ chest.

Bastian groaned and opened his mouth over Jacks’ shoulder.

“Suns,” I whispered then bit my lip when I saw I’d caught their attention. “I didn’t mean for you to stop.”

“Who’s stopping?” Bastian asked. He slid his hand down to wrap long fingers around Jacks’ cock. “Are
you
stopping?”

“I can’t think,” Jacks said. He braced his hands on the bed on either side of my legs, his gaze raking up my body to lock with mine. Bastian turned his head slowly back and forth so those long, auburn locks slithered over Jacks’ back. His hand slowly slid up and down Jacks’ cock, thumbing the top every time he reached the end, keeping a steady, strong rhythm.

“Bastian, tell me what he feels like.”

Warm brown eyes met mine over Jacks’ shoulder, a slight grin twisting his gorgeous lips. He slowed the movement of his hand. “Smooth, hot skin. Hard.” He groaned. “Good.”

Jacks released a hoarse cry and spread his legs to anchor himself as he thrust into Bastian’s hand. His eyes, barely open, gazed at my breasts.

I cupped them for him, opened my legs and reached down with one hand to slide one finger through the lips of my sex.

Bright blue eyes went wide before he turned and kissed Bastian, his tongue sliding into his mouth. Bastian sucked on it, groaning again. I couldn’t stand it. I slid two fingers into myself, digging my heels into the bed, flexing my thighs. It was impossible to tear my eyes away from the sight of them. Masculine, strong and beautiful and touching each other with a heat I’d never witnessed in person before—not like this.
And Suns, I liked it
. I pressed the heel of my hand on my mound, a cry escaping my throat.

They turned to watch me and the molten heat that filled Bastian’s and Jacks’ eyes had me writhing shamelessly on the bed as I fucked myself with my fingers. Bastian let go of Jacks as Jacks turned and ran his hands up Bastian’s chest, up to cup his jaw. He slanted his mouth over Bastian’s again, kissing him deeply. My eyes nearly rolled back in my head, I was so turned on by them. Nearly black hair against auburn. Burnished gold skin against alabaster. There was a fine trembling in Bastian’s legs. Jacks must have felt it, because he pulled back, ran his tongue over Bastian’s full bottom lip then turned the man toward me. “She needs a cock. Now.”

The order-giving Jacks was back, steely intent in his sharp blue eyes as he lightly pushed Bastian toward me. Bastian gracefully crawled onto the bed and between my legs. He didn’t stop, didn’t hesitate or slow his momentum—he just kept coming until he was buried to the hilt inside my body. I couldn’t breathe, could only stare into his dark eyes as he braced his elbows next to my head and pumped his lower body inside me. I spread my legs wide and clutched his ass, rubbing against him, relishing the deep spearing, the faint tickle of pubic hair, the slide of my clit over his pubic bone.

Two seconds later, the orgasm that ripped through my body made me scream.

“Shit!” Jacks climbed up on the bed next to us, leaned down and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I kissed him back, loving the frantic plunging, the slick slide of his lips. He tasted like Bastian, and I moaned into his mouth before pulling back to suck air into my overworked lungs.

Bastian’s hips had picked up pace. He stared at the two of us and the focused desire in his expression was so hot, I felt my body start to build toward completion again. “Turn me over,” I whispered, staring at him.

He picked up on what I wanted fast. Without pulling out, he lifted one of my legs, pulled it around. This gave him a tighter entrance and he groaned and pumped his hips a few times before he slid his hands to my hips to complete my turn and settle between my legs. I loved being fucked from behind while I lay flat on my stomach, loved to shove my ass back, but I wanted up on my hands and knees more. “Get in front of me,” I told Jacks.

He didn’t have to move far and that gorgeous dick of his was in my face. I braced one hand on the bed so I could explore with the other. I stroked him. “Suns, you’re so hot.” I wrapped my fingers around him, squeezed, then explored his pubic hair with my fingers, stroking through it. I’d wanted to get up close and personal with his body for too long to not take advantage of this now.

“Can’t take much more, Vala,” he said, voice low, harsh.

I’d explore later. Leaning forward, I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock, tasting the bead of precome, liking it. With a moan, I sucked him into my mouth, rubbing the flat of my tongue under the ridge just under its head. Oh, I
did
love to do this. Bastian still moved inside me, fingers gripping my hips tight as he leaned over to lay open-mouthed kisses on my spine. That lovely, lovely hair spilled over my skin and I had to pull off Jacks for a second to catch my breath. “Ahhh,” I moaned as I shook my head, my own hair spilling around the hand still wrapped around Jacks’ cock.

“Christ!” he gritted out. “You two are killing me. So fucking beautiful.”

I peered up at him through my hair to see the sexiest, mesmerized expression, eyes slitted with desire, mouth open to pull in air. His hair had grown longer in the last couple of weeks and it stuck up all over his head. “Speak for yourself,” I murmured before taking his cock into my mouth again.

He cried out, hands sweeping over my back to slide into the spill of Bastian’s hair. Those wide, calloused palms slipped over my skin, rubbing silky hair against me, and that was it for me. I cried out around the flesh in my mouth, my release so strong, I clenched around Bastian, wrenching an answering cry from him as he spilled into my body.

“Fuck!” Jacks yelled as he followed our lead, spilling into my mouth in jetting hot spurts.

I swallowed, licked him clean until he shuddered. Smiling, I let him go, knowing he was sensitive, feeling the sensitivity between my own legs. Jacks collapsed back against the wall, sucked in a breath and muttered about the cold as he scooted down. Bastian rolled until he was on the other side of Jacks, then pulled the man into his arms, curling around his back. Jacks looked surprised, then he relaxed, a small smile playing about the corner of his mouth. He pulled me to him, turning until my backside was cradled to his front.

Nobody spoke for the longest time.

I lay there, heart pounding, feeling that annoying rush of adrenaline I sometimes got after sex when it was inevitable the man I was with was close to passing out. I wiggled and Jacks pulled me tighter against him.

“The walls are cold,” I said, voice low. “The room is too. It’s all so…so austere—needs some soft touches.”

“Let me guess, too much stone?” Jacks asked, his tone a sleepy rumble.

“Maybe just a little.” I chuckled. “I’m thinking a bigger bed, some soft, plush couches and one of your big vidscreens in here. You like movies, Bastian?”

On the other side of Jacks, Bastian lifted his head. I twisted to find him blinking sleepily at me. “Huh?”

Laughing, I snuggled back into Jacks. He rewrapped one strong arm around me, pulling me tight into his body.

Bastian sat up. “What did you ask?”

“Movies. Do you like to snuggle in bed and watch movies?”

“Yes. To both.” He sighed, lay back down and his arm came over Jacks, his hand splaying over my hip. “I like fucking in this bed, too.”