Beck & Call (37 page)

Jake handed him a packet he’d already torn open. While Damien cursed and struggled to cover his throbbing length, Mia kneaded his nice firm thighs with all her fingers.

“That’s not making this easier,” Damien pointed out.

“I can’t not touch you,” she justified, her fingers trailing upward to his tight testicles.

As her touch made contact with the delicate skin, he sucked in a breath. Jake released her pussy.

“She’s wet as hell,” Jake said, which brought a stinging blush to her cheeks. “That badass cock of yours should have no trouble entering.”

Damien smiled. He was covered at last, despite her unhelpful help, so his fingers moved to confirm Jake’s claim. They stroked her slick folds apart before smoothing around her hips to take hold of her bottom. A shift of his knees and a hitch of her weight upward brought the tip of his apparently badass cock to the precise target they all wanted him to hit.

Damien’s hazel eyes locked on hers like a laser beam.

She thought he’d speak, but he just pressed forward. His thigh muscles bunched as his pulsing thickness forged into her, spreading her creaming walls inch by inch. God, he felt good going in. Her neck arched back, the grip she had on him slipping. Jake braced her from behind, steadying her for the long intrusion. She couldn’t fall. Her body was caught between two opposing walls.

Damien’s grip on her ass tightened. He’d reached his limit inside of her.

“God,” he breathed. “I almost forgot what that was like.”

When Mia kissed his shoulder, she couldn’t resist mouthing it. The muscles in his back rolled as her hands roved its hot contours. Damien’s skin shivered like a horse, his pelvis pressing inward a fraction more.

“Please keep doing that,” he said. “That feels incredible.”

She wasn’t about to stop, not even when she felt Jake’s generously lubed middle finger slide into her rear passage. Her throat made a noise she didn’t expect it to. Jake was rubbing her. Nerves she hadn’t known could feel sexy buzzed with waves of hot pleasure. Jake worked in a second finger and she couldn’t help gasping. The pressure felt amazing—and not at all painful. Wasn’t this supposed to be difficult? But maybe Jake
was
unusually skillful.

“Good?” he asked, his lips against the opposite ear from Damien.

“Yes,” she said unsteadily. She was experiencing so many pleasurable sensations her body couldn’t to decide which direction to squirm in.

“Good,” Jake said in a different, approving tone. He pulled his fingers free. She heard lube squirt and then his palms rubbing it over his condom.

Damien also heard Jake preparing and the sound spurred him to action. Her excitement went ballistic as he pulled her cheeks apart for the other man. Jake’s covered cock nudged her, causing his breathing to turn ragged. With the men to either side of her, they were panting in stereo.

“Don’t start thrusting yet,” Jake instructed Damien. “I want to make sure she can take both of us.”

Damien seemed to like this prospect as much as her. His cock twitched vigorously inside her.

“Do it,” she burst out. “I’m going to explode.”

“Right,” Jake said. “Doing it.”

He sounded like he was about to laugh. Since he kept his promise, she couldn’t mind. His hands massaged her hips, holding her for the gentle surges that got him in her by increments. The pressure was strange but not uncomfortable. She liked the sense that she was being claimed twice over by men she cared deeply for. When Jake was finally right up against her, something clicked in her hindbrain. Her body went warm all over and her breath rushed out. Her arousal remained coiled inside her, longing to be satisfied, but suddenly every other muscle she had relaxed. It was an extraordinary feeling. Her cheek fell forward to Damien’s shoulder, her arms loosening on his back.

“I wondered what it would take to make that happen,” Jake said.

“What would make what happen?” she slurred throatily.

Damien trailed the backs of his fingers along her side. “He means you’ve surrendered completely.”

“Yes,” Jake agreed. “I guess it takes two big men to master one little girl like you.”

That was silly. She’d already given her heart to them. She smiled and dragged her lips across Damien’s skin.

“Don’t care,” she said. “Keep making love to me.”

Jake had his own directions. “Now we alternate,” he said to Damien. “One of us going into her at a time. Slow and easy is the trick.”

It shouldn’t have given her a charge to know he’d done this before. It did, though, and so did the moment both men began moving. One throbbing cock pushed in while the other was pulling out. Her body rolled with enjoyment, her spine as flexible as taffy. Her pleasure was sweeter than any candy. She moaned with it, her hold on Damien tightening.

“Stay relaxed,” Jake warned.

“Am,” she hummed, undulating into Damien’s next thrust.

“Christ,” he breathed, his fingernails digging in.

She loved the thought that this was hitting him extra hard because it had been so long for him. She was drunk with bliss and power. Jake and Damien’s hands were all over her, their bodies pushing and receding. Men were such hard creatures, especially men like these.

“Oh yes,” she moaned when Jake caught her clit between two fingers.

He rubbed the hood up and down like he was wanking it.

She came, the kick of ecstasy taking her by surprise. Jake mouthed the crook of her neck as Damien pushed her breast up to suck its tip. She went over harder, her involuntary spasms squeezing her around the men.

Neither could miss this reaction. Damien cursed at the clutch of her pussy around his shaft. He pushed in a little harder, his cock thicker than before.

“Shit,” he breathed, obviously trying to rein in his urge to thrust more forcefully.

“Go,” Jake said, his own voice harsh with excitement. “I’ll hold back.”

He held himself just inside her, the flare of his pulsing crown stretching her where her clustered nerves felt it most. Damien went in more strongly and made a longing sound.

“Mia,” he groaned.

“Yes,” she urged, and he let his lust off its leash.

She held him as—finally—he thrust unreservedly up and into her. Her left hand tangled in his hair while her other roamed his back greedily. He was so damn
built.
She wished she had ten hands to praise his body, but thankfully she had Jake. He was touching Damien as well: his waist, his ass, urging him to do what he’d been craving so badly for so long.

This drove Damien even wilder. He cried out incoherently, his pumping so ardent Mia’s need rose in sympathy. She was going to come again. She gasped, and tensed, and then Jake slid slowly into her again.

Both men were in her then, both filling her impossibly.

The extra pressure was too much for Damien. Mia felt his cock jerk and pulse a second before her orgasm swallowed her like a tidal wave.

Jake grunted, his teeth suddenly clamping her shoulder. The heat in her ass increased, and she knew he’d shot off too.

Damien was the first to regain a bit of breath. He used it to pant out a phrase that would have made a nun swat him. The massive climax had taken them all to church.

“Amen,” Jake responded wholeheartedly.

~

Once their legs were steady enough to carry them, they cleaned up in Damien’s shower. Mia needed girl-type privacy, so she was the last to return to the sleeping area. Both men were in bed already. Jake appeared very much at home. He lay back on a couple pillows with his hands stacked behind his head, his leanly muscled body on display. Damien faced him on his side. Mia thought she might have interrupted a conversation.

It pleased her that the men were comfortable with each other … and that they’d left space for her between them. Damien patted the spot invitingly.

“Fine,” she said. “But no sprawling all over me with your big man limbs. What if I need to turn over?”

“We’ll let you,” Damien said. “I believe Jake and I are both light sleepers.”

“You, on the other hand,” Jake teased, “could sleep through an earthquake.”

Mia clambered into her appointed space where her own stack of pillows awaited. Apparently, Damien had a large supply. They were nice and firm, and the smooth white sheets felt gorgeous on her arms and legs. Would she and Jake be sleeping over often? Would Damien let them add a chair or two? Maybe they’d get used to his place the way it was.

The questions tumbled through her head as she found a comfortable hollow for her cheek on Damien’s shoulder. He stroked her hair as Jake rolled toward her in a loose spoon. Mia tugged some more of the sheet up her. She sighed with pleasure as Damien ordered the bedside lamp to shut off.

“All right?” he asked.

“Perfect,” she assured him. Her hand rested on his chest, over his slowly beating heart. Damien covered it with his palm.

After a moment, he cleared his throat. “I want to say I understand why you prefer working for Curtis. He’s obviously a good friend to both of you.”

Mia’s eyes opened. Because that didn’t seem quite enough attention to give his statement, she wriggled onto her elbow and looked at him. “Curtis
is
a good friend. And working at Discreet can be interesting.”

“Yes. Both of you were overqualified for the duties I assigned you.”

“Damien,” Jake said from behind her. “When people confess they love you that generally means they’re interested in spending time with you. You don’t have to employ us too.”

“I know that.” The sheets rustled as Damien moved. “We could draw up another contract.”

“No,” Jake said.

“No?” Mia and Damien responded almost in unison.

“You’re trying to control everything,” Jake explained patiently. “To nail it down and get a guarantee. I’m not saying we can’t play games like we did when we had a contract. I’m saying I think we need to be regular for a while. To negotiate like ordinary people do.”

“So … no pre-set rules,” Damien said.

“We could let them develop organically, as we get to know each other more.”

Damien thought about this before nodding in acceptance. Since he wasn’t so tense anymore, Mia lay down again. Jake rubbed the bend of her waist reassuringly. Suddenly, she found herself grinning. Jake had handled that really well. Maybe he was a magic ingredient too. Maybe they all were.

“You said ‘organically,’” she teased. “You’re like a relationship guru.”

“Sheesh,” Jake said. “You two aren’t the only ones who know words.”

“Certainly not,” Damien agreed. Mia felt his heart rate pick up slightly beneath her hand. She knew he was about to broach a topic he cared about. “Perhaps I should mention the floor beneath this one is empty. It
could
be arranged to better suit your tastes. If it isn’t premature to bring that up.”

Jake shifted an inch closer behind her. “That’s a reasonable thing to consider, going forward.”

Mia snickered. “‘Going forward.’ Now you sound like him.” She circled Damien’s pectoral with two fingertips. “That’s a very nice offer. We might need a little time to think about it, but I suspect we’ll be tempted.”

“We will,” Jake said. “And thank you.”

“I
want
you around,” Damien said. “I missed that even when I was angry.”

“Me too,” Mia said.

“All right,” Jake sighed. “Me three.”

His arm reached across her to stroke Damien’s chest. He touched him differently than she did—more firmly, using his thumb to trace Damien’s breastbone. The stroke was kind. She suspected it was meant to soothe Damien’s worries in ways his words might not have. Jake was willing to commit, but he preferred actions over promises.

His ease fascinated her. Suddenly, she wanted to learn everything Jake knew about pleasing men. He’d like training her, she thought. As an added bonus, Damien probably wouldn’t mind being her teaching tool.

Whatever Damien was thinking amused him too. She saw him smile even in the dark. Possibly not realizing what he was stirring up in his companions, Jake yawned and relaxed some more.

I could sleep,
Mia thought.
At least for a while.

Damien wasn’t as ready to drop off. He rubbed Jake’s hand and then her own. “Do you really think we have a chance to work? You know, as a threesome.”

“I hope so,” Mia said. “I like this a lot. Being with both of you makes me …”

“Happy?” Damien suggested as if he were himself.

“Yes. I’m brimming over with happy.” Warm right down to her toes, she gently elbowed the sleepy man behind her. “What do your instincts tell you about our chances?”

“Mm. My instincts say the world is brighter with the pair of you in it—and that I’m damn lucky to have fallen in with you. Also, these are excellent pillows. I think I need some for my place. Just in case we have sleepovers there.”

“And our chances?” Mia prompted, amused by his joking tone.

“Oh those.” She didn’t need a light to imagine Jake smirking. “Fortunately, my gut says our chances are excellent.”

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