Her hands stroked down his broad shoulders then over his muscular chest. His tongue swirled inside her mouth, then plunged deep. She fumbled with the hem of his boxers, then slid inside to touch his long, solid erection.
The clear evidence that he wanted her, too, thrilled her. He released her lips and eased her back until she rested against the door. His hands slid up under her nightshirt and he stroked her breasts, her nipples already blossoming into solid, needy nubs.
Oh, God, she couldn’t wait.
“I’m so wet, Jake.” She kissed him and drew one of his hands downward so he could feel proof of her words. His fingers slipped under her white lace panties and he stroked her curls, then slid his finger inside.
“Yes, you are.” His gaze never left her face. The intensity of it seared through her.
She nibbled his earlobe, then blew lightly into his ear. He sucked in a shaky breath.
“Jake, make love to me. Now. Here.”
He shifted and she felt the head of his penis nudge her moist flesh. She pushed herself onto her tiptoes and opened her legs, while tilting her pelvis forward to give him easier access. He slid the crotch of her panties to the side, then pushed forward, his cock like an arrow gliding through her. She groaned at the delicious sensation of her hot, slick vagina opening around him. She squeezed his long, hard cock inside her. “Oh, God, Jenna, that feels so good.” He kissed her as he drew out, then plunged forward, burying deep into her again. She tightened intimate muscles around him, trying to draw him in even deeper, reveling in the feel of his hard shaft inside her. Solid. Unyielding.
He grasped her thighs and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around him. He drew back and pushed forward, slowly, again and again. She clung to his shoulders, her breathing quickening, her pulse thrumming through her body.
“Yes, Jake. Oh, God, I want you.”
He thrust harder, faster. She moaned at the sweet feel of his cock sliding into her, sending pleasure ricocheting through every part of her.
“Yes. Oh, God, yes,” she cried as she felt the first tendrils of the exquisite, intense pleasure of orgasm coiling through her. “I’m going to come,” she cried joyously.
He accelerated to quick, hard thrusts, knowing her so well. She gripped him tighter in her velvet vise, intensifying the friction, and the pleasure.
He pounded her against the door as she wailed in release.
“Oh Jakee . . . Oh, God, yes!”
“Oh, Jenna . . . Oh, Jenna . . . Oh—“
She felt the flood of hot liquid inside her. They both stood frozen, him spurting into her, her intimate muscles repeatedly clenching around him, while they held each other tightly and rode the wave of their orgasm together.
As she slumped against the door, she realized that she had not been quiet while they’d made love.
“Do you think Ryan heard us?” she murmured against his ear.
Jake nuzzled her neck.
“What if he did?”
“I don’t know, I. . .” She shrugged.
He kissed her. “Is that why you waited so long to come to me? You were worried about him hearing us?” “Well, I. . . didn’t feel comfortable . . .” She shrugged.
“You know, with him so close.”
“And me so close. You haven’t gone to him, have you?”
She shook her head.
“So you’ve been hiding out in your room, frustrated.” He stroked her hair back from her eyes. “Look, Jenna, we’re both big boys. You have to think about what you need and let us worry about ourselves.”
She arched her eyebrows upward. “So you don’t mind if I bring Ryan into my room, or go downstairs and spend the night with him?”
“I didn’t say I didn’t mind, but I’ll get over it. If you’re looking for permission, don’t. You don’t need it. Do what you need to do.”
Her heart warmed at his words, so full of concern for her needs. .
She kissed him. “Thank you.”
A knock sounded on the door behind her and she practically jumped through her skin.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“JAKE, IS JENNA in there?”
Her chest constricted, knowing Ryan stood inches behind her, only a thin wooden door between them, while she stood here with Jake’s cock still buried inside her. “That’s none of your business, Ryan.”
He knocked louder. “Jenna, are you in there?” She locked gazes with Jake and chewed her lower lip, then sighed.
“Yes, I am, Ryan.”
Jake eased away from her. She felt cold as he slipped from inside her. She straightened out her nightshirt then pulled open the door.
She smiled sweetly. “Yes?”
“Oh, uh. I heard noises. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
“Yeah, I’m okay. Jake and I were just. . .” She hesitated, watching Ryan’s face tighten. She sighed. “We were just making love.”
His jaw dropped. Clearly, he’d been expecting her to lie. “Look, Ryan. I’ve been lying in my room every night, wanting you.”
“Wanting me?”
“You.” She waved at both of them. “But I haven’t acted on it because . . . well, if I go to bed with one of you, I’m afraid I’ll hurt the other.”
“So you decided to go to bed with Jake?”
“He was closer.”
“Thanks,” Jake muttered.
She turned back to Jake and stroked his arm gently.
“Please, don’t be offended. I want both of you.”
She turned back to Ryan.
“I don’t want to decide between you.” She felt tears pushing at her eyes. “I never asked to be put in this position. I never wanted to hurt either one of you. There is no good way to choose between you.” Tears streamed freely down her cheeks now. “I love you both.”
“Oh, Jenna.” Ryan drew her into his arms.
She snuggled her face into his neck. Jake stroked her back. “This has got to be hard on you, Jenna,” Jake said. “What can we do to make it easier?”
She snuffled, then wiped her eyes. The heat of their touches sent streamers of arousal through her.
“I don’t know, but. . .” Without conscious thought, she arched her body against Ryan, her breasts pressing into him. She felt dizzy with need. “Damn it, my crazy hormones . . .
I’m getting turned on again.”
Her fingers tangled in Ryan’s robe, as she glanced up at him.
“I want you.”
She shifted her gaze to Jake.
“Both of you!” she wailed, then her snuffling overwhelmed her. She tucked her face against Ryan’s chest again. Ryan handed her a tissue and she wiped her eyes, then blew her nose.
“Do you mean both of us? At the same time?” Ryan asked.
Both of them? At the same time?
Her hormones shifted into high gear. Her heartbeat accelerated. “Yes. No . . . I mean .. .” She blew her nose again and sucked in a deep breath. “ I . . . uh . . . have thought about it.” It had been one of her most exciting fantasies. Now that they’d brought it up, the idea was burrowing into her, becoming an itch that defied scratching. She knew this yearning would not go away, but the looks on their faces told her they’d never go for it. Not that she’d ever thought they would.
Still, Jake had told her to attend to her own needs and let them deal with theirs. She stroked her hands across her breasts, deciding a little coaxing was in order. “I’ve had fantasies. I’ve thought about what it would be like to feel the two of you stroking my breasts, one on each.” She stroked the tips of her breasts. The nipples poked up clearly through the thin cotton of her nightshirt. “To feel your mouths on me at the same time.”
She stroked one hand downward, past her belly. Both pairs of eyes watched her movement as she stroked over the mound and between her legs.
Oh, God, she felt so wicked. And so sexy. “I’ve fantasized about one of your long, hard cocks thrusting into me here while I sucked the other cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head.”
She saw both cocks swell at her words.
“Jenna, you and your fantasies.” Jake’s voice sounded hoarse.
She stroked over her breasts again, then reached for Ryan’s hand and planted it over her right breast. She felt his hand tighten on her as he watched her grasp Jake’s hand and place it over her left breast.
“Jenna. My God . . . “ Ryan’s gaze locked on Jake’s hand. Jake stroked in a circular caress. Ryan squeezed her gently, then twirled his finger over her nipple.
She drew her nightshirt up, revealing the lower swell of her breasts, then led Ryan’s hand under the fabric to one naked breast. He sucked in a breath as her flesh conformed to his gently squeezing hand. Jake slid his hand down over her bare stomach, then slid his finger inside her panties, brushing lightly over her slick pussy.
His delightfully arousing touch fogged her brain. She wanted to sink down onto the floor right here, open her legs, and invite them both in. Beg them to plunge their cocks inside her, one after the other.
Ryan’s gaze remained fixed on Jake’s hand and his breathing became labored.
Was it possible she could convince them? Excitement spiked through her at the thought.
Jake’s finger brushed against her clitoris. Mmm. He definitely seemed close to a yes.
As she glanced at Ryan’s face drawn into rigid lines, however, even through the haze of pleasure she realized she was asking too much. She didn’t want to push either of them into something they’d regret. In the light of day, she’d probably regret having said any of this.
Jake’s finger slipped into her slick passage and her insides fluttered. Her nipple ached as it thrust into Ryan’s palm. Oh, heavens, she wanted sex. Again. She’d just been with Jake, so she slid her hands around Ryan’s forearm and leaned close to him.
Nuzzling his ear, she murmured, “What about a pirate fantasy?” Her teeth grazed his earlobe. “Just you and me.” “Hmm?” His eyes lit up.
“Well, Jake and I just had some
quality
time together. I’m sure he won’t mind if you and I share an adventure now.” Jake reluctantly removed his hand from her panties.
“If that’s what you want, Jenna,” Jake said. “You know what I want, Jake.” Her voice sounded low, husky. “But this will be good, too.”
Ryan untied his robe, letting it fall open, revealing a raging hard-on beneath navy blue pinstripe boxers. He took Jenna’s hands and coiled the satiny belt around her wrists, then tied them together. He tugged her toward him, then slid his arms around her and murmured in her ear, “Maybe we’ll let Jake watch.”
Her eyes widened. Jake’s face broke out in a broad, unbelieving smile.
Ryan bent down and nudged his shoulder against her pelvis, curled his arm around her thighs, then stood up. She folded over his shoulder and he carried her into the living room toward the patio doors.
His free hand stroked up her thigh, then cupped her buttocks. “ ‘Ere, me pretty. I’ve got plans for ye,” he said. He slid open the door and carried her into the warm night air. The lights in and around the pool turned on and she realized Jake must have flicked the switch inside. The kidney shaped pool looked like a blue jewel in the darkness. Ryan’s hand slid down her butt and between her thighs, stroking lightly over her heated pussy. She almost cried out at the intensely erotic sensation. He carried her to the diving board, then set her down on it.
“I think maybe I’ll have ye walk the plank.” “Oh, no, not the plank,” she pleaded, loving how he’d fallen right into the role.
He tugged the belt from around her wrists and tossed it aside, then stepped forward. She stepped back, toward the diving end of the board.
“Aye, the plank.” He looked mock ferocious, with a gleam in his eye and a savage grin.
Her heart went pitter-pat. My God, Ryan made a sexy pirate.
He took another step and so did she. She glanced behind her.
She fell to her knees and grabbed handfuls of his robe.
“What can I do to convince you to free me?” “Well, I won’t free ye, lass, but I might keep ye around, if. . .”
“If?”
“Well, I’ll just be leavin’ that to yer imagination. Let’s just say, yer in a good position.”
His erection pushed at the thin cotton of his boxers right in front of her face. She knew exactly what he wanted. She glanced toward the house and noticed Jake’s silhouette framed in the patio doors. Adrenaline rushed through her. He was watching them.
She stroked her hands under Ryan’s robe, climbing up his chest to slide over his tight nipples, then traveled back down to his boxers. She hooked her fingers under the waistband and slid around his waist to his back, then caressed over his muscled buttocks as she drew the boxers down slowly, licking her lips. She slid her hands to the front and drew the elastic forward. His erection popped out; then she tugged the garment down to his knees.
Her fingers encircled his cock and she stroked gently.
“You want me to touch you here?”
“Aye, but ye’11 be doin’ more than touchin’, missy.” She lapped her tongue around her lips, then opened her mouth and curled her tongue out and up. “Like what?” she asked in exaggerated innocence.
“Like lickin’ it.”
Seeing Ryan like this, opening up, acting outrageous, warmed her heart. He needed to set himself free more often. She curled her tongue out and dabbed at the base of his penis, then stroked up to the tip.