Spread Your Wings: Men in Blue, Book 4 (22 page)

The sight had the embers of her climax flaring to life.

More, she could take more.

Especially if it meant traveling farther down this road.

She turned her head as much as she could so she could read the expression on Matt’s face when she said, “If you’re a good boy and let him amuse himself with you, I’ll fuck you right now. Take as much of that fat cock as I can while he opens up your virgin ass.”

Jambrea had an out of body experience, watching some bolder version of herself say these naughty things to the incredible man beneath her.

“We’re screwed. You’ve been hanging out with Lily too much,” he griped even as he choked out a laugh. A twinkle in his eye made her sure his faux annoyance hadn’t damped the arousal raging between them all.

His chuckle mixed with a groan when Clint flipped the vibrator on then off a couple times in rapid succession. No gentle crescendos for Matt.

“Shit, yeah.” Clint groaned. “Take her up on it or I’m going to fuck her instead. I’m hard enough to use my cock as a nightstick right now.”

“You already had her pussy today.” The press of Matt’s cock intensified behind her. She couldn’t believe how thick it had gotten. It twitched as he and Clint jockeyed for position. Learning how to manage all three of their desires might take a little time. “My turn. If you’re serious, wild thing?”

“You’d really let me…you know?” Clint’s eyes were wide when Jambrea switched her gaze to him.

“If it means I can feel her sweet pussy hugging me again.” After taking a deep breath then letting it out slowly, Matt made his decision. “Yes.”

“I would be honored to have you inside me under any circumstances.” She couldn’t let him think her ultimatum held any water. “There are no conditions. It’s up to you.”

“Stick to being bossy. At least for now.” He smiled before he sank his teeth lightly into her shoulder, then whispered, “You’re making this easy for me.”

“In that case…” She rubbed his arm, where it wrapped around her. “What are you waiting for, Clint? Give the man what he asked for.”

Clint glanced up at them both, long enough to verify for himself that Matt was serious. Then he bit his lip and tucked the vibrator against Matt’s puckered muscles once more. “Take a deep breath and push out when you feel the toy—”

“Dude, I know how anal sex works even if I’ve never found a woman who can take me.” Matt laughed.

“Fine, then. You don’t need any coaching.” His partner didn’t hesitate.

Jambrea moaned along with Matt when Clint pressed the vibrator beyond the sphincter guarding his entrance. Once he’d penetrated a couple inches, the rest of the incursion went smoothly. She might have asked how it felt if she couldn’t already tell by the bulge of Matt’s cock, which now throbbed behind her.

“You did so good.” She used her best nurse voice to praise Matt as Clint rotated the embedded vibrator, getting Matt used to the moderate girth and the way it felt moving inside his ass. “I think you deserve your reward. Don’t you?”

“Fuck yeah.” He shifted his hands so that they circled most of her waist. Impressive since she was no sprite like Izzy or her half-sister Lily. Next thing she knew, he’d lifted her a foot or so in the air without her assistance.

Damn, he
was
as strong as he looked.

It only took a second to regain the ability to speak when she caught the hunger in Clint’s stare.

“Now help work him inside me.” Ordering Clint to assist thrilled her. Maybe she had learned more than she’d thought from her Mistress ally.

Matt groaned when Clint took hold of his cock and aimed it upward, toward her pussy. He guided his friend, who was flying blind. “Let her down. Slowly. A little to the left.”

When the hot, wide head of Matt’s erection settled against her pussy, Jambrea’s delight turned to something more ferocious. She wiggled a bit, speared on the tip of his cock. The spiral she rocked her hips in helped to insinuate him in her like a corkscrew. Clint spread the lips of her pussy then, with his free hand, smoothed some of her obvious arousal over the thick shaft burrowing inside her.

The other kept the vibrator firmly embedded in Matt’s ass.

The big guy groaned from beneath her.

“Everything okay?” Clint asked his partner, who’d let his head drop back onto the pillows, breaking eye contact.

“Amazing. Don’t stop now.” He grunted. “In fact, why don’t you turn that thing on?”

“Are you sure you don’t want to wait until our wild thing has all of you? Don’t want to bounce her off and have to start all over again.” Clint’s advice made sense.

Jambrea could hardly hear them, though. All she could focus on was the slight burn and the stretch of her pussy around Matt. He really hadn’t given her much of himself the day before judging by what she felt now. Even still it had been plenty to satisfy her.

Today was about pleasing him. She never wanted him to feel left out or self-conscious about his body. Not after all the times she’d been the one to skip dress shopping with gal pals when she knew her friends didn’t need to frequent the big and tall specialty shops she did.

They were made for each other.

She would prove it to him.

“Just do it.” Matt sounded as if he spoke through gritted teeth. “Please. Help me out. I need more.”

Right when Clint flicked on the mechanical motion, Jambrea sank in his grip as best she could. Combined with the instinctive upward arc of his hips in response to the new sensations bombarding his prostate, he tunneled deeper inside her. Much farther than he’d been yesterday.

He attempted to lift her, but she cried out. “No. Don’t.”

Clint saw her struggling and distracted Matt by beginning a slow, long pattern of in and out thrusts with the toy. The helpless man beneath her relinquished his grip and let her have her way with him. He fisted the sheets and drew his feet up until they rested flat beside Clint’s hips. His knees bent, he relied on the leverage to drive upward each time Jambrea used more of her weight and gravity to her best advantage.

When they collaborated instead of hindering each other, they made quick progress.

“Almost there, you two.” Clint continued to pulse the vibrator in and out while he measured the gap between Jambrea and Matt. “Less than an inch now and he’ll be completely inside you, wild thing.”

“Oh God.” Matt couldn’t seem to form coherent sentences anymore. She didn’t blame him. Soon she wouldn’t be able to remember so much as her name. “Wish I could see.”

“Just open your eyes.” His partner laughed. “You haven’t actually died and gone to heaven. It only feels like paradise.”

“Face. Her face,” Matt stuttered as Jambrea relaxed her thigh muscles, taking another bit of him. Filled to capacity, she knew that as soon as she moved she was likely to come. She braced herself on his knees, loving how he supported her, even in this.

“Can you turn around, wild thing?” Clint asked.

“Huh?” She didn’t understand at first.

“He wants to watch you come. See what it does to you to hold him deep inside. Maybe even to kiss you again while you both surrender. Would you give him that?” Clint’s plea on behalf of his friend inspired Jambrea.

“Of course. I want it too.” She started by bracing herself on straight-locked arms with her palms planted on his washboard abs. But the pressure on her injured muscle had her hissing and nearly tipping backwards, ungracefully.

“Careful.” Clint kissed her belly. “Go slow, and watch out for his nuts. Nothing else you do will hurt this big lug.”

With their help, she rotated like a chicken on a spit. A big skewer at that. The motion completed their joining. She came to rest on his pelvis, fully impaled, with her knees on either side of his hips. This time she faced him.

When she opened her eyes and met Matt’s stare, her pussy contracted around him. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He seemed equally as devastated by the perfection of their linkage, or maybe because of the foreign object Clint wielded like a pro. “This isn’t going to be a very long ride, I’m afraid.”

“Good. Because I’m dying over here.” Clint pinched her ass.

“Sorry, but I usually can’t come without rubbing my clit.” She blushed as she admitted how well she knew her own body. “Do you mind?”

Clint rounded on them so fast she wondered how he’d managed to scramble to his knees instantly. He flopped onto his side with his head resting half on her thigh and half on Matt’s ripped abs. His arm still reached up and behind her, doing whatever he was doing to his partner.

With her straddling Matt and Clint lying beside them, his cock landed somewhere in the neighborhood of Matt’s armpit. Neither of them seemed to mind, though. Clint rasped, “No way are we letting you take care of yourself again.”

Before she knew what he planned, he’d leaned over and extended his tongue, licking her clit with a steady flicking of his talented muscle.

A flash of arousal lit up every nerve ending in her body. As if on autopilot, she sought completion along with the man she rode. Men, if you counted the addition of Clint’s wriggling tongue.

And she did. God, she did.

She posted up and down on Matt as if riding a horse. He felt as sturdy as one beneath her, his thick muscles bunching and flexing as he fucked into her and accepted the vibrator plumbing him with help from his partner.

Each trip didn’t move her very far. There wasn’t much room to maneuver either with Clint’s face buried at the junction of her thighs or because of the way Matt’s cock filled her, his head locking deep within her core. Still, the slight grinding motion was enough to ensure Matt’s veiny shaft caressed every bit of her pussy.

“Matt! Clint!” She tried to withstand the tsunami of delight they conjured. Resisting proved impossible.

“Yes, wild thing.” Matt lifted his hands to her chest, flicking his thumbs over her gathered nipples. “Come for us. With me. Now.”

She couldn’t have said no.

Wouldn’t have.

Clint’s tongue lashed her even as Matt’s cock bulged. She threw her head back and screamed as she came. The jets of superheated liquid that splashed inside her as Matt joined her in simultaneous release only amplified her reaction to her new lovers.

Squeezed from the barest room left inside her, Matt’s come leaked from her pussy and onto the tip of Clint’s tongue, which never stopped triggering wave after wave of her climax.

Until he surprised them all by shouting, humping Matt’s side with two quick jerks and launching several lines of his own come across Matt’s pecs and ribs. Jambrea couldn’t help herself. She came again, starting another cycle of pleasure that echoed through them all.

At the height of his orgasm, Clint must have let go of her lucky vibrator. The buzzing sounded louder between Matt’s thighs on the mattress. When Clint adjusted his position to reach it, Jambrea leaned forward.

“Sorry I couldn’t do this before.” She stared into Matt’s hazy eyes as she lowered her torso and kissed him, gently yet thoroughly. Their heaving chests smeared Clint’s ejaculate between them. Neither of them minded. Actually, it felt right to have him gluing their skin together.

They were still feasting on each other’s lips in between whispered compliments when Clint returned from the bathroom, where he’d likely cleaned her toy and left it to dry.

“Holy shit.” He crashed to the mattress. “Jambi, if you need more, I’m good for it. Just give me a second to keep my heart from exploding first. I swear I’ve never come that hard in my life.”

She ran her fingers through his hair, adoring the damp softness that painted the V between them. “Nah. I’m good now. So good.”

“Yes. Yes, you are.” Matt grinned up at her with enough affection infusing his lurid stare to have her reeling at the potent combination.

A few minutes later, they’d recovered some of their wits and a little nervous energy.

Though they’d nearly fucked each other senseless, it was the middle of the day and none of them seemed likely to fall asleep any time soon.

All three of them perched cross-legged on the bed, their knees touching so that the area between them was an equilateral triangle. Jambrea let her hands wander until her right palm rested on Matt’s knee while the other was filled with Clint’s. The center of Matt’s chest glistened with the messy trail of Clint’s release. She probably matched. A shiver ran through her at their nearness, not to mention the leaps and bounds they’d taken in the past hour or two.

Soon Clint and Matt put their hands up. They each meshed their fingers with hers, then each other too.

“Is this weird?” Clint’s cheeks were adorned with twin red spots when he asked his partner for feedback.

“For you? Or for me?” Matt didn’t seem fazed.

“Either. Both, I guess.” As if he were reading an awkward-o-meter, Clint squinted at his best friend.

“If it is, it’s about to get a whole hell of a lot worse,” Matt answered.

Jambrea’s heart grew three sizes when Matt let go of Clint. He wrapped his meaty hand around Clint’s neck and drew the guy closer. They hovered no more than a millimeter apart, staring into each other’s eyes.

She held her breath.

And when they surrendered, coming together—mouth on mouth—she couldn’t stop tears from running down her cheeks. They were beautiful. Powerful, and perfectly balanced.