Happy Hour: From the Black & White Collection (9 page)

“What if I want more?”

Jamie’s eyes narrowed as he studied her face. “Grace—” he started.

“If he won’t give you what you want, I will.” Trey’s sleepy voice drifted over her shoulder and Jamie

sighed.

Grace turned to look at the other man, trying to calm the nerves assaulting her. While it had been a

safe discussion with Jamie, she had no doubt Trey would give her everything she asked for, regardless of whether she should ask for it or not. He was still young enough to think the world was his oyster and damn the consequences. She, however, had acquired a healthy dose of fear with age.

“I thought you were asleep.”

Trey shrugged. “I was for a few minutes, but it’s kind of hard to get any rest with you two pawing

each other like a couple of teenagers. You act like your parents are gonna get home any minute and you

have to have a lifetime of sex in ten minutes.”

His words would have been true before Jamie’s invitation to spend the day with him tomorrow. She

had felt an urgency, a need to squeeze every bit of experience she could out of this single night.

“Now about this anal sex thing—” Trey started.

“Trey.” Jamie’s voice was laced with warning and Grace worried about the friends coming to blows

over her damned impulsiveness.

“I wouldn’t mind doing a little experimenting in that area,” she confessed. While the words were true,

there was still the niggling fear in the pit of her stomach chastising her for giving them the green light.

“Grace. I was just teasing you.” Jamie’s lie wasn’t very convincing and neither she nor Trey

acknowledged it.

“You have any lube, J?” Trey’s question sliced through Grace like ice water.

“Lube?” she asked.

Trey gave her an all-too-knowing grin and she realized he was calling her bluff. Once again, the devil

prodded.

“If we do this, I want Jamie to—” she paused, unable to say the words.

“Fuck your ass?” Trey helpfully supplied, much to her embarrassment.

“I’m not going to—” Jamie began.

She turned and cut off his comment. “I want you to.”

Jamie shook his head. “No. You’ve never even had a finger there, Grace. I’m not about to hurt you

by—”

Trey interrupted him again. “If you prepare her, it won’t hurt.”

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Jamie shot daggers at Trey with his glare and Grace was overcome with guilt for starting this damned

conversation. Still, there was a voice inside prodding her, telling her to take the chance.

“Please, Jamie,” she said, before he could lambaste Trey with the furious words she saw bubbling up.

Jamie stared at her for several long, awkward moments and she could almost see the wheels in his

brain, sorting for possible answers, struggling to decide what was right. It was one of the things she adored most about the man. He never jumped in to anything without careful consideration. He was extraordinarily bright and that cleverness was made sweeter by his overabundance of compassion. It was one of the

reasons he was such an amazing teacher. He was equal parts knowledge and empathy—the perfect

combination in her mind.

“Why do I feel like I’m the only person in this bed with an ounce of common sense?” Jamie asked.

She and Trey laughed at his reply.

“I trust you,” she said and just like that, the concern in his face vanished, replaced with something that looked suspiciously like humor.

“Yeah, well. It’s times like these when I sort of wish you didn’t.” His words were light and she knew

he was joking. She thought for a moment he was actually touched by her comment.

“So are we gonna notch up the play here or what?” Trey asked.

“Mr. Impatient,” Grace teased him as she turned, allowing Trey to envelop her in his large, muscular

arms. She’d never been with such strong men. Drew, while tall, had been built more like a basketball

player, while Trey was all football—husky and broad.

They kissed and again Grace was assaulted by how natural the entire night felt. Nothing about kissing

Jamie and Trey felt wrong. As they kissed, Jamie’s hand drifted along her spine, gently stopping to cup her ass cheek. He squeezed hard and she winced slightly.

Trey chuckled. “Getting quite an education tonight, aren’t you, Ms. Wright?”

She considered his words, wanting to protest the name that made her feel her age, but then she merely

nodded. She’d become the pupil, allowing Trey and Jamie to teach her things she’d only ever read about.

“Not too late to change your mind.” Jamie’s lips brushing against the nape of her neck. He pressed his

finger in the tight portal and she tried to decide if she wanted to take him up on his offer. Trey kissed her again, one hand reaching down to cup her breast. The dual sensations sparked and as easily as that, they’d reduced her back to a creature with only one need—them. She’d marvel over that magic tomorrow. For

now, she merely wanted more, everything.

She pushed away from Trey’s lips to breathlessly respond to Jamie. “I’m not changing my mind.”

Trey smiled. “That’s our girl.”

She sensed, rather than saw, Jamie’s acquiescence as he pushed his finger in a bit deeper, his lips and tongue tormenting the back of her neck. God, she hadn’t realized that area was an erogenous zone. She

moaned, pushing her ass toward his finger, but he moved with her, not breaching the rosette any farther.

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“Behave,” Jamie cautioned, lightly nipping her skin in warning. “We’re doing this at my pace. Not

yours.”

She shivered at the command in her friend’s voice. It wasn’t the first time he’d taken that demanding

tone with her tonight, and every time her body responded like a puppy to its master. She craved his

authority. Trey pinched her nipple and she gasped. She’d have to analyze her response to Jamie’s control tomorrow, as the stirrings in her body were overwhelming every other sense, including her thought

processes.

The sound of a drawer opening next to Jamie penetrated her consciousness only until Trey bent his

head, taking her tight nub into his mouth. He sucked hard and she cried out at the intensity, the pleasure-pain of the pull of his mouth.

Jamie was spooning her from behind and she sensed him watching as Trey devoured her aching,

needy flesh. “You like sex laced with a bit of pain, don’t you?”

She didn’t have a chance to respond as Trey’s teeth clenched on her nipple and she squirmed between

them, her body moving on instinct. That instinct searching for a cock—either of the hard erections brushing against her legs—to fill her.

“Please,” she whispered when the need grew too strong.

“We’re nowhere near ready for what you want, Grace.” Jamie’s hand moved to wrap around her

chest, gripping the base of her breast, feeding it to Trey’s hungry mouth.

“So good,” she panted.

“Have you ever come from having your breasts played with?” Jamie asked.

Earlier in the evening, she would have told him that was impossible, but since then, she’d lived a

lifetime in sexual instruction and she knew better than to doubt him.

“No.” The word came out on a breathless sigh. Trey’s gaze left her face, traveled to Jamie’s and she

thought she saw him give a slight nod. His lips tightened on her breast as Jamie bent forward, whispering dark, dirty, beautiful words in her ear. The heat of Jamie’s breath on her cheek, the wet fire of Trey’s mouth consuming her nipples proved too much. She reached down to touch herself. She knew one brush of

her clit would send her reeling into the climax her body was screaming for.

Jamie captured her hand before she could grant herself release, pulling it behind her back, his hand

bracketing her wrist firmly. “Bad girl.”

Being held helpless pushed her over the edge and she screamed with the power of her climax as Trey

continued to suck her breast. Jamie held her tightly, refusing to release her arm as she shuddered under the impact of the orgasm. No matter how many times she came tonight, her body still clamored for more.

Neither man stopped kissing her as she slowly drifted back to consciousness and she was struck by their selflessness. While they’d certainly gotten their own satisfaction this evening, they constantly saw to her needs, never leaving her wanting.

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“More.” Her voice was husky, her throat parched from crying out so often and so loud. She sounded

like she did after a pep rally.

“Greedy girl.” Trey kissed her and she knew he didn’t mind her ravenousness for one second. “Come

here.”

He lay on his back, pulling her over him until she was straddling his waist. They continued to kiss as

she felt Jamie kneel between her legs, behind her. She was the cream filling to their cookies and she loved being so totally surrounded. Jamie’s hands rubbed her ass and she laughed when he bent down and pressed an impromptu kiss on each cheek.

She grinned as she glanced over her shoulder at Jamie. “It’s about time you started kissing my ass.”

The genuine, full-faced smile he sent her let her know she’d scored a point. “You just wait, angel.

Twenty bucks says you return the favor one of these days.”

As she turned back to Trey, she spotted a downright smug expression on his face. “What?” she

whispered, wondering what he was thinking.

He shook his head. “Ask me again later. Hey, Jamie. Hand me a condom. I feel the overwhelming

need to push into Grace’s hot pussy again.”

She blushed. Neither man had a problem expressing himself in full-flavored, graphic terms.

Meanwhile, she was struggling to think the words to herself, let alone speak them aloud.

“I sure do like when your cheeks go pink like that.” Trey ran a finger from the corner of her eye to the tip of her chin. “You’re really very pretty, Grace.”

She smiled at his compliment, the grin growing when Jamie contradicted him. “Pretty? Fuck off, man.

She’s gorgeous.”

Trey laughed. “I stand corrected.”

Jamie started to hand Trey a condom, but Grace intercepted, taking it from his hands. “Let me.”

She tore open the package, slowly drawing the rubber over Trey’s impressive cock. She couldn’t

believe she’d taken him into her mouth. That thought was her only consolation as she considered fucking him again.

“We already know it fits,” he teased, clearly reading the concern on her face. Once she’d covered him

completely, he gripped her hips. “Climb on.”

She grasped the base of his dick, guiding the head to her pussy. She didn’t have to worry about her

body accepting him once more. She was soaking wet, perfectly ready to take him in. Slowly, she pushed

down, pausing when it pinched. It was definitely different from this angle. Glancing down, she could see she’d only taken half of him inside.

Jamie’s hands wrapped around her upper body, lightly gripping her breasts. “Take your time, angel.

Don’t force it.”

His words soothed her and she felt something inside give way and she pressed down two more inches.

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“So good, Gracie,” Trey said. “Oh baby, you feel so damn good. Tight and hot. Jesus.” The last word

came out on a groan as Trey thrust his hips up a bit, claiming even more of her pussy. She gasped, then moaned with delight, sinking down until she felt his thighs pressed firmly against her ass. She felt full and wonderful. She slowly rose up, releasing only a few inches of his hard cock before she slid back. For

several moments, she moved on Trey’s dick, slowly building up her speed until her body was heated with

the exertion, the constant movement. Her legs were threatening to give out on her, while her pussy

demanded more.

She cried out in frustration and need. She wasn’t physically strong enough to take was she wanted.

Trey’s hands moved to cup her ass, while Jamie’s hands gripped her waist.

“How hard do you want it?” Jamie asked.

“Hard,” she responded without thought.

“Then hold on and tell me if this hurts.” He lifted her, his strong arms pulling her up as if she weighed nothing. Trey groaned when Jamie slammed her body back down to the hilt. Grace’s head flew back,

landing in the crook of Jamie’s shoulder as he continued to bounce her roughly on Trey’s cock. The idea of him helping her fuck his friend coupled with the intense power of the sex she was having drove her to the cliff in an instant.

“Can’t stop,” she cried as her climax began.

“Don’t want you to.” Jamie’s hands tightened on her waist and his arms continued to lift her, pound

her down onto Trey.

She’d never fucked so hard. Rather than pain, though, all she could feel was nonstop, earth-shattering

pleasure. Jamie never stopped moving her, even as her climax began to wane. She shivered, her body trying to assimilate to the fact she was still moving, still filled.

Trey’s hips were matching Jamie’s thrusts, lifting each time his friend pushed her back down. The

dual assault sent her over the edge again, the second climax taking her—and Trey—by complete surprise.

“Fuck,” Trey said through gritted teeth. “Can’t hold off.” His face proved how much he wanted to

keep the climax at bay. He didn’t want these incredible sensations to end any more than she did, though she was feeling lightheaded and becoming slightly concerned about the possibility of passing out.

Trey threw his head back against the pillow as Grace felt each pulse of his cock, filling the condom.

Jamie released her and Grace fell forward, Trey’s arms waiting to catch her, pulling her against his chest.

Both of them were breathing heavily, their bodies slick with sweat. Trey’s now-soft cock was lodged