Something More (6 page)

Eyeing my menu, I said, “I’m ravenous.”

“Me too.” I looked up and Noah was waggling his eyebrows. I almost smacked him with my menu, but then I remembered we were in a fine dining establishment.
 

“Keep it in your pants, please? Just for the next few hours, anyway…” Jay said, making us all laugh.

“Okay, gentlemen, I’m going to order the steak. How about you guys?”

“I should have known.” Jay rolled his eyes. “Such a meat-eater.”

My guffaw could be heard around the restaurant.

“Perv,” Jonathan said. “I just meant maybe you should enjoy a vegetable or two sometimes.”

“Oh, I’m getting a baked potato, too. Those count, right?” I asked, scanning the menu.

When the waitress reappeared, she took our dinner orders, poured the bottle of red we’d ordered, then left us alone.
 

My hands moved to the center of the table and theirs joined in, fingertips tracing smooth skin and lacing together. I was glad we were in the corner of a darker part of the restaurant where people wouldn’t really be watching us. Although holding hands wasn’t too risqué, it was enough for me in that moment. Anxiety crept up my spine despite our seclusion, but I kept fighting it back.
 

“How was the rest of your week?” I asked them.

Noah spoke first. “Busy, but that’s good for me. Nothing I can’t handle.”

“I have no doubt that you can handle whatever comes your way, big boy,” I said, laughing.

“Mine was boring. Same shit, different week. You should have seen the vultures fighting over your office, by the way.”

I groaned, imagining the two junior associates left stuck in cubes duking it out. “I bet.”

My entire body relaxed, shoulders shifting and muscles softening. I took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. While I sipped my wine, I looked across the table at my dinner companions. It wasn’t an awkward silence at all, just a pause to soak in such marvelous company. There were comfortable smiles all around.

“So what’s on the agenda this weekend?” I asked.

They looked at me like I’d grown two heads. When I realized what likely
was
on the agenda, my cheeks flamed with embarrassment.
 
“Erm. Aside from the obvious.”
 

“We thought perhaps a movie tomorrow night?” Jay said, not quite asking, but not quite telling. “Then maybe we can grab brunch on Sunday morning. Nothing too exciting. Tonight, though, you’re all ours.” The smirk on his face and the way he looked at me told me all I needed to know; it was going to be a long night in the best of ways.

“Sounds perfect,” I said, giving them my best anticipatory grin.

It felt like a normal date, aside from the fact that there were three of us. When dessert arrived, of course, Noah was the most critical. I loved watching him lift the fork of chocolate soufflé to his mouth, and then slide it out carefully. His face contorted, flying through emotions as he evaluated and really tasted his food. It was like watching a marathon runner cross the finish line, a wide and wicked grin on his face as he swallowed—satisfied and accomplished.

Of course, it was sexy, too, as I’d seen almost an identical expression on his face in a much more private setting. I may have squirmed in my seat slightly, remembering. I couldn’t have been happier when the check finally arrived, and the boys seemed to feel the same way. In the parking lot, I gave Jay a quick kiss, and then Noah backed me against my cold car. His lips traced where my collarbone jutted then slipped up my neck. When he tilted his head, his lips met mine for a soft and slow kiss. Pulling back, he traced his nose up and down the length of mine, and I reached out to pull him closer. I wasn’t ready to let go.

“We’ll continue this at home, I promise,” he said, his breath warming my skin.
 

He kissed me once more then opened my car door. When I was settled in, he closed the door and gave a quick wave before walking to their car.

I didn’t want to obsess about it, but I
had
noticed how he said at home and not our house.

And, I might have thought about it for the entire drive
home
.

I parked in the driveway, popping the trunk to grab my bag. By the time I’d unbuckled my seat belt, Jay was holding the door open. I smiled and he gave me a quick peck on the lips once I was out then closed the door. Walking faster than I did, he grabbed my bag; I moved beside him and slipped my hand into his. Once we were inside and the garage door had begun to close, I realized Noah was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Noah?”

Jay walked to the bedroom and set my bag inside the door then met me where he’d left me in the hallway.
 

“He wanted to start a fire.”

By the time we turned the corner to the living room, though, Noah had done far more than start a fire. There were giant pillows scattered around and blankets—clearly both to lie upon and cover up with. Everything was set up facing the TV, and I imagined this wasn’t something new to their repertoire.
 

“Looks so comfy,” I said.

“That’s the idea.” Jay pulled me closer.
 

“I’m going to go get a little more comfortable,” Noah said. “Wanna get into your pajamas, Liv?”

I nodded and followed them to their bedroom. It wasn’t entirely comfortable yet to change in front of them. I mean, we’d seen each other naked, of course, but never in the unhurried manner we indulged in just then.

“Hey!”
 

I turned to see Noah giving Jay an expectant look as he pulled underwear off his head.

“You’re gawking, creeper.”

The laugh that followed broke the tension of undressing perfectly.

We reconvened in the living room with another bottle of wine and situated ourselves with Jay in the middle. I always wanted both of their attention, but I couldn’t be the monkey in the middle every time. We curled against Jay, my fingers linking with Noah’s as they rested on Jay’s stomach. As we watched the show Jay had picked and drank our wine, we stole kisses, in every configuration and combination of people and mouths.

The news came on after, and I let my mind—and hands and mouth—wander more. I didn’t care about anything in that moment except my men. I slipped my hand beneath the soft flannel waistband of Jay’s sleep pants, grateful he’d opted to not wear a shirt. As my hand dipped lower, it was met with a much larger hand—Noah’s—joining in the fun. We reached together, stroking and teasing Jay. I wasn’t sure what the plan was, but I was enjoying being playful with them. Noah shifted his body and met me in the middle, three sets of lips carefully exploring each other. Our hands stayed together, mine being led by Noah’s, and Jay let out small noises and sighs periodically, which made me smile.
 

“You know you’re torturing me, right?” he whispered against our lips, directing his comment at both of us.

I hummed. “That’s the plan. Relax and enjoy the attention.”

As we played, Noah and I shared several long glances. At first, I was worried they were looks of jealousy, but I realized how much it was turning him on when he leaned over to kiss me hard. Jay sat up between us, and his cool fingertips played with the hem of my camisole before he pulled it off. The fireplace warmed the air around us as we explored each other.

When my fingertips touched Noah’s nipples, he shivered. I circled then pinched and pulled gently, causing him to moan against my lips. Hands were playing with my breasts, touching and caressing. One of my hands moved back to Jay and resumed stroking him slowly. I wasn’t sure who was touching me as my head rested on Jay’s shoulder, kissing and sucking his skin.
 

The sexual tension in the room amplified when Noah took his shirt off, and then nudged Jay’s pants down.
 

“You too, missy,” Noah said, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head toward my pajama pants.

I shimmied out of my pants, contemplating my next move. I wanted to tease and play with Noah, but I also wanted Jay. It was the best/worst choice I ever had to make. For a brief moment, I watched the boys kiss. Seeing them connect and touch each other as their lips met and parted was intoxicating. I leaned against the pillows and snaked my hand between my thighs.

Touching myself as I watched them wasn’t exactly what I wanted, but they were too beautiful to separate or disturb. Noah’s lips moved to Jay’s ear, and I watched as they moved, speaking softly. I imagined what sort of dirty words he was whispering, and it made my fingers slide easier. Faster, I rubbed tight circles then dipped down lower to skim the opening of my pussy and back up again. I kept myself on that edge, watching and imagining how every touch and word felt.

Noah propped several pillows behind himself, and then leaned back and grabbed a condom and some lube. When he was clearly situated, he rolled the condom down his dick and dripped lube onto his fingers. Jay watched, a lover well aware of his delicious fate, and I could see his cock bobbing in anticipation. My mouth watered, imagining what they were about to do—something I had never seen in person or experienced myself.

“C’mere,” Noah said to Jay.

They kissed again once Jay was situated over Noah, and I watched as Noah’s fingers teased, then sank out of my line of sight, my own body clenching and responding in excitement. Jay writhed against Noah, lowering his head and burying his mouth against Noah’s neck. He was making such a wanton sound of pleasure, I was entranced. I moved my eyes from their faces down to where Noah’s fingers fucked into Jay’s ass, and I longed to feel the same thing. Both versions of the same thing—I wanted to be knuckle-deep inside of one or both of them, and I wanted to trust and love someone enough to allow them to touch me in the same way.

My brain sat on that thought for several beats… What would it be like to welcome someone inside me that way? When I focused again and took in the scene before me, Jay had turned around, facing away from Noah, and I was again mesmerized. They had such an ease and comfort with each other, almost not needing words. They knew this dance, knew how to get from the start to the end, and had practiced it enough times to know every step by heart.

I felt a twinge of jealousy then reminded myself I was missing the glorious scene before me. Noah’s hands guided and assisted Jay, and when their connection was established and they began to move together, Jay turned to look at me. A sheepish grin crossed my face at the realization that I still had my hand between my legs when I saw his eyes flick down and take notice. He groaned as Noah bucked his hips a little harder than before, closing his eyes and seeming to lose his focus. When I looked at Noah, he just had a smug grin on his face, like he knew exactly what he’d done. I had to giggle at his playfulness.

Jay opened his eyes again and seemed to need something. His face wasn’t forlorn, just full of longing. He mouthed
please
at me, and I realized it was me that he was missing. I felt another twinge in my heart, but it wasn’t jealousy anymore—it was joy. Joy at the feeling of being wanted and needed. Joy at feeling like I belonged here with them. Joy at no longer being the outsider, watching voyeuristically.

I crawled to him, lifting up and trying to kiss him. Of course, he was moving almost constantly, and it just ended up as awkward lip-bumping at first.

“Climb up,” he said, reaching out to grab my hips and help me.
 

I blinked a few times; I hadn’t realized that was what he wanted. When I was slow to respond, he pulled me so that my body rested above his, then unrolled a condom onto his cock. He wasn’t inside me, but I could feel him hard between my legs, almost in the right spot. Kissing was much easier now since Noah was bouncing us both. Jay’s hand wove between our bodies, lining himself up and entering me with the next thrust.

After all the self-stimulation, I was more than ready and eager. I put some of my weight on my feet, but at the angle I rested, Jay couldn’t get superdeep. It didn’t matter, though. The way we moved together, the frenzy we’d all worked up to, was exhausting but exhilarating. My thighs would be sore the next day, and it was something I’d gladly accept for the heights of pleasure they took me to. Jay began to rub my clit with his thumb, fingers teasing my lower lips. He was slow and measured, when I needed fast and frantic to match everything else. I put my hand on top of his and fought to move them both faster and harder, but he resisted.
 

“All in good time, sweetness.”

I whimpered, pressing my mouth against his, my eyes crinkling and begging. He just laughed against my lips, continuing his torturous pace. I had no idea how long Noah could support everyone, or how long they were usually intimate for, but I wasn’t in control. I had to let go and let Jay lead. I broke our kiss and rested my head on his shoulder, pressing loving kisses into his neck as we moved. There were moans and groans and soft, carefully phrased comments of encouragement. When Noah’s hands moved up to my body, I shivered. Somehow, even being farthest away from me, we were all still connected.

Lowering my hand, I grabbed Noah’s and threaded our fingers together. Squeezing, I urged him on, thanked him, begged for more, said everything I could with just my fingers against his. When his hand responded, gripping and holding for longer than usual, I heard him let out a puff of air in exertion and wondered if he was coming. As carefully as I could, I pressed my chest against Jay’s and looked over his shoulder. My eyes immediately went to Noah’s, and they were closed, his face a mix of pleasure and concentration.

Jay’s thumb finally pressed harder, working my body in earnest. It didn’t take long before I was gripping his back with my free hand, clinging for dear life as I came.
 

“Keep moving, please,” he begged me. Noah had stilled beneath him, and his whole body tensed as if in preparation for letting go.
 

Swiveling my hips, I moved against him. It was so good to have him moving inside me and to be bringing him the pleasure he chased. Profanities spilled from his lips, some whispered, some only mouthed, others shouted.