Spread Your Wings: Men in Blue, Book 4 (30 page)

“How could you already know what I enjoy most?” She wiggled her ass, thrilled when he smacked it with his free hand. Maybe Lily’s clients had something there. She wouldn’t say no to a full-on, over-the-lap spanking after tonight. “You feel so deep this way. I love it. Especially if it means I can taste Matt too.”

“Well, who am I to deny a lady?” Clint thrust into her a little harder on his next entry.

“I-I do have one request.” She had to try a few times to get the squeak out considering how well he fucked her. But taking advantage of his not so rhetorical question was an opportunity she didn’t intend to pass up. “If you do a good job at fulfilling it, I’ll let you guys turn the tables and restrain me the rest of the night.”

No big sacrifice there. She’d love to see what all the fuss was about. Especially after her forays into Gunther’s Playground. It’d sure seemed like some of those trussed women had enjoyed the hell out of the experience.

“Oh yeah, and what do you want, wild thing?” Clint asked, his voice strained and gravelly. Sexy as sin.

“Lean over me. It’s a secret.” She nearly choked on Matt’s thick cock when she replaced it in her mouth for a few long, deep sucks. He was harder than hell. The motion of Clint’s continually rocking hips made it easy to slide her tensed lips, which covered her teeth, up and down Matt’s gargantuan shaft. The sweet taste of his precome nearly had her forgetting her devious plan.

Until Clint whispered in her ear, “What kind of mischief are you up to, wild thing?”

She let go of Matt and turned her face to kiss Clint deeply for a minute or two, getting lost in the bliss he granted her. Matt’s fingers tensed in her hair and his cock brushed her cheek. The twin sensations brought her back to the present.

After a particularly bold stroke that had her crying out, she murmured in Clint’s ear, “Look how close you are to his cock. Blow his mind. Suck him. Please, let me watch. Give him a blowjob while you make love to me.”

“I can fucking hear you!” Matt roared. His cock jumped. “Don’t kid around like that. Shit. I could shoot just thinking about it.”

Both she and Clint chuckled, though their amusement was heavily tinged with desire.

“Go ahead.” Jambrea put all her weight on her good arm and reached for Matt’s cock. She pointed the dripping tip at Clint.

He licked his lips.

“Son of a bitch,” Matt rasped. His free hand flew to his chest, pinching the hard disc of his nipple before gliding down his washboard abs. Desperate for stimulation, he provided it himself as Clint debated.

“Show him we’re not joking. About any of it. This is serious, forever and ever stuff. If we can trust each other enough to take what we need. Come on, I’ll feed you your first taste, okay?”

Clint balked, his shuttling hips stalling in their flawless rhythm, his cock slightly less firm than a moment ago. “What if I suck at it?”

“That’s kind of the point.” She kissed his cheek. “I’ve never done it before either, and he seemed to like it well enough. It’s not rocket science, is it? Hell, you know what feels good to you. Do that.”

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at her. “It’s always the innocent ones you have to watch out for.”

“Hell yeah.” Jambrea encircled as much of Matt’s shaft as she could. She lifted his erection and aimed it toward Clint. Holding it steady, both she and Matt waited for the man buried inside her to commit.

And he did.

He reached out his tongue first, barely skimming through the opalescent fluid decorating Matt’s slit. The bigger guy groaned and flinched when every muscle in his torso contracted simultaneously.

“I barely touched you!” Clint shouted, his cheeks glowing red.

Sensing a possible meltdown, Jambrea distracted him by rocking back and reinforcing his hard-on with several short strokes of her pussy over his cock. Sheathing him fully, she swiveled her hips, loving the variety of sensations he could cause in her.

“Sorry. It just…it shocked me.” Matt cleared his throat. “How good it felt. When I looked down and saw you, it was too much.”

“Good, though, right?” Jambrea mediated their potentially disastrous exchange. “You mean it jolted you to see the man you’d dreamed of sucking you actually doing it.”

“Yeah.” He fisted Clint’s hair, drawing the other man back where he belonged. “Do it again. I want you to.”

It might be the closest to begging he’d ever come in his life. Clint knew it too. He didn’t tiptoe around this time. He opened his mouth and slurped Matt’s cock straight to the back of his throat. Though he coughed a little, he wasn’t deterred.

As the taste of Matt must have settled on his tongue along with that fat cock, Clint reared within her. His cock twitched and stabbed deeper with every ram of his hips. Though less coordinated than he had been, the primal fucking affected her even more than his measured style had before.

All his swag evaporated and only honest urges remained.

“Oh. Shit.” Matt couldn’t manage more coherent responses than, “Yes!”

Clint must have blown Matt with as much enthusiasm as he fucked her. Because it wasn’t more than a few minutes before the tree-trunk thighs in front of her began to bunch and quiver. Matt’s balls were high and tight, nestled against his body, prepared to unleash their contents in a violent outburst.

Jambrea didn’t dare speak or break the trance Clint was in, equally dedicated to devouring his partner and filling her with relentless strokes. Instead, she triggered Matt’s demise by craning her neck enough to allow her to wriggle her tongue along the puckered skin of his scrotum.

He bellowed their names, begged to some god for endurance, but found no help, not when she and Clint worked methodically against his restraint. They collaborated to guarantee Matt’s ecstasy.

Though he gave a mighty effort, he soon was warning them of his imminent climax.

Neither of them wavered from the course they were on.

And when Matt vented his desire, it was straight down Clint’s throat.

Clint swallowed greedily, his powerful neck flexing even as his hips pounded her, driving her forward into Matt’s abdomen until he braced one big hand on her shoulder, holding her in place for his partner to fuck even as he shuddered, grunted and called out for them to join him.

Now that was what she called multitasking.

As he drank every last drop of Matt’s climax, Clint began to moan. Repeatedly. He escalated to shouts that matched the determined thrusting of his cock through her ever-tightening channel.

Jambrea let her head drop. It took too much effort to keep it high when all her energy was focused on holding out so she could come with the man who’d pleased her in so many ways tonight.

Witnessing their stalemate, Matt broke the cycle of torture they inflicted on each other. “You’re both there. Come. Together.”

He smiled down at them, one hand bracing each of his partners, steadying them while they lost control.

The first splash of Clint’s release seared Jambrea’s pussy. She couldn’t resist the transfusion of such pure passion. Her eyes closed as she surrendered to the moment and the pleasure battering her senses.

“Yes. Beautiful.” Matt’s praise sounded so reverent it made her more aware of the splendor they shared. As if on autopilot, her entire body clenched in a powerful climax. Her enjoyment of the moment was enhanced by his appreciation.

Flooding her with his come and his affection, Clint draped over her back as he pumped every last bit of himself into her with strokes that ebbed to twitches and then grinds in time to the weakening clasp of her pussy.

Finally they both lay still as awe and gratitude mingled with the aftershocks of their orgasms. They collapsed into a pile of awkward limbs.

“The key, Jambi?” Matt nudged her shoulder.

She couldn’t resist. “Oh, I thought you guys had it. I must have dropped it.”

“What?” Clint lifted his head from the small of her back and stared at her with wide eyes. They scanned the rumpled sheets but found nothing. “We’re stuck? Oh, shit. We’re going to have to explain this to Shari.”

Jambrea couldn’t contain her laugher anymore. “Just kidding. I’ve got it right here.”

She produced the key from her fist. The tiny piece of metal had impressed a red mark in her palm. Idly, she wondered if that might be her next tattoo. An eternal reminder that while she had the means to escape, she never wanted to flee these two men and what they had together.

“You’re definitely getting a spanking for that later.” Matt chuckled. “When I have energy to do it properly. Maybe in like ten years or so.”

He smiled a little sadly at Clint, then unlocked their manacles. Free, they didn’t move for a second or two. Until Jambrea shifted slightly to relieve the pressure on her arm, which throbbed a bit. Overexertion was worth it in this case.

Clint took the cuffs and key and replaced them in their leather case, which slid onto his belt when he was in uniform. Matt settled beside her, gathering her into his arms. The broad expanse of his chest felt marvelous beneath her cheek and her kneading hands.

Just when she thought she couldn’t be happier or more content, Clint snuggled up to her backside. He toyed with the short hair at the nape of her neck, kissing her shoulder lightly as he breathed deep of the scent of their mingled perspiration and skin.

He nibbled her with exactly enough sting to get her attention. She tipped her face toward him.

Clint kissed her tenderly while Matt cradled her close to the shelter of his body. He didn’t blink as he stared into her eyes, gliding his lips across hers. And when he paused, she struggled to catch her breath. That’s when he whispered, “About what you said earlier… I love you too, Jambrea.”

“Damn you, I wanted to say it first.” Matt came closer to nuzzle her nose.

“Too late.” His partner smirked.

“Well, I love you more,” Matt insisted.

“The hell you do!” Clint reached across her body, which shook with laughter, to smack Matt’s ass hard enough that the red print of his palm and splayed fingers would probably linger for quite a while.

The sight had Jambrea squirming, especially when mixed with the euphoria their declarations had instigated.

The two men stared at each other for a moment, during which she prayed they were on the cusp of admitting their attraction and something far deeper—a lifelong partnership—with each other.
 

But they didn’t.

Stopping short, they reverted to their inner ten-year-olds. She wriggled aside, out of the danger zone, when they pounced on each other, wrestling for the top spot. Poor Clint had no chance at besting Matt when it came to a show of raw strength. It wasn’t long before he was pinned beneath their hulking lover. For a moment, he looked like he might surrender willingly.

Why didn’t he admit his feelings?
 

Saying it out loud would make it no less obvious than their loving exchange already had.

For whatever reason, neither of them seemed able to communicate so directly.

Clint jabbed his knuckles under Matt’s ribs. He used his superior speed and agility to duck from the other man’s hold. They broke apart, on their knees, laughing at each other until they both collapsed onto the bed, bracketing her once again with their strong bodies.

“Are you guys ever going to grow up?” She ruffled their hair.

“Probably not.” Matt shook his head. “Is that a deal breaker?”

“Nah.” She swallowed hard. “As long as you love me, we’re good.”

“I do.” They both said at the same time.

“Jinx,” Clint singsonged and they were off into another round of exchanged punches and tumbles that didn’t fool her in the least.

Whether they admitted it or not, they loved each other too.

They had to. It was the only way their relationship could last.

Thunder rumbled outside, offset by brilliant flashes of lighting. Inside they burrowed, safe and warm, beneath the covers. For now.

Chapter Fourteen

The next morning dawned bright and clear. Overnight showers had washed away any stains on the earth. Birds sang. Matt might have been tempted to think everything was perfect if he didn’t stretch, remembering too late he wasn’t in his own bed and—better—that he wasn’t sleeping alone regardless.

He clipped Clint on the nose with his fist, waking his partner rudely. “What the hell, douchenozzle?”

“Sorry, casualty of tight quarters.” Neither of them had let go of Jambrea during the night. They were wadded into a mishmash of body parts. It took his sleep-addled mind a few seconds to figure out how to untangle himself from their human knot.

While he moved as carefully as he could, it wasn’t always possible for him to be graceful because he was so damn big. Most people thought it’d be cool to be a giant. They were wrong. He’d felt self-conscious about his size most of his life. And now was definitely one of those times.

Jambrea whimpered as he shifted her. Still she didn’t rouse.

Clint hummed from her other side. It sounded more like a thinking noise than a sleepy reflex or a happy sound.

“What?” Matt hoped he wasn’t having second thoughts.