James, Elle Saint - Unbridled and Unridden [The Double Rider Men's Club 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (15 page)

A warm spray at the back of her throat signaled his ultimate release. The satisfaction of bringing Boyd off with only her mouth held a certain deep-seated appeal. She’d heard plenty of robust discussions regarding whether to swallow or not during a blow job.

The second after he climaxed, Boyd fell to his knees in front of her, grabbed her tight and buried his face at her throat.

He whispered, “That was amazing,” several times and rubbed his calloused hands along either side of her spine.

From the club chair, Deacon added, “Really fun to watch, too.”

Jessica kissed Boyd’s cheek and promptly disengaged from him. He remained where he was as if he needed a few moment to gather his thoughts and find strength to stand. She walked two steps to Deacon, fell to her knees before him, and then started unbuckling his pants.

“Not going to stop me are you?” she asked as she wrapped her hand around his stiff, massive cock.

“Nope. I know what you can do, sugar, and I’m all for it.” He took a swig of water, but never took his eyes off her as she bent to service him as well.

Right before she bent to take him into her mouth, she stopped, removed her hand from his cock and stared at his shirt.

Without commenting, Jessica reached up and unbuttoned the blue chambray shirt he had on. He wore nothing beneath it. She pulled the fabric away so as to see his washboard abs and the light sprinkling of hair between flat, brown nipples. He was gorgeous.

She took the opportunity to rub her palms all over the muscular splendor of him before wrapping a fist around the base of his cock and sliding her mouth over his head.

Jessica put her free hand on his belly as she sucked him hard and deep. She stroked both her hand and her mouth up and down. He remained quiet, but several times she felt him tense up his abs as if trying to keep under control.

She assumed Boyd was somewhere close, watching, and that tidbit made her pussy gush. In a spontaneous gesture, Jessica scraped a fingernail across one of Deacon’s nipples at the same time she sucked him deeply into her mouth.

A noise halfway between a grunt and a growl came from his throat and he climaxed with a roar.

“Goddamn that
is
sexy to watch.” Boyd’s voice came from somewhere over one shoulder as she swallowed the final bit of Deacon’s essence.

His head fell back as she kissed her way up his torso to his throat. Her naked breasts brushed over his chest, her belly rested against his still-stiff cock.

The urge to impale herself on him overrode all other thoughts, but she remained where she was, wondering how and when she could talk them into having sex with her.

“How long do I have to wait?” The question muffled against Deacon’s neck.

Boyd slid behind her and covered her back. He’d also removed his shirt, so she was now sandwiched between two very muscular, naked chests.
Divine
was the word reverberating in her head.

“Is this what it’s like? Sandwiched naked between the two of you, only I’d be impaled with two cocks.”

Boyd kissed the back of her neck. “No amount of persuasion will allow it to happen tonight, but yes, it is much like this.”

Deacon lifted his head and kissed her hair. “If I had my cock in your pussy right now, then Boyd could lube up your tight little virgin ass and slowly inch his cock inside until you felt like you might split in two.”

Boyd whispered, “But once I pulled back and slammed into you again. Then you’d feel me like a burning fury of dark pleasure up your ass.”

“Meanwhile, I’d push my hips up and send my cock deep into your pussy. We’d alternate thrusting inside your sweet, tight body until you climaxed and screamed your voice raw.”

Jessica swallowed hard. Arousal pounded within her core and her pussy flooded with wetness.

For as much as she expected this temporary relationship to end any time now, she already considered a time and place in the future where she would demand they have double penetration sex with her.

“If not tonight, then when?” she asked simply.

“Maybe next week.” Deacon brushed his fingertips along her cheek gently. His thumb grazed her bottom lip, and she licked him.

Boyd scraped his teeth along her shoulder. He whispered, “Once the annual event concludes this week, we could get together and talk about our future.”

“What future?” Jessica wasn’t looking for a future, was she?

Deacon sat up. The movement sent both of their chests sliding across her skin, front and back. Not altogether unappealing.

“We like you, sugar.”

“I like you, too. But I’m not sure I’m looking for a forever gig. I have a job that I love. As I may have mentioned, it keeps me busy for long periods of time.”

“No problem. We also lead busy lives.”

“So what are you proposing exactly?”

Deacon looked puzzled for a moment and remained silent as if carefully considering his response.

Boyd lifted away from her and stood. “For my part, and Deacon and I haven’t discussed this between us, we’d like to see you again and see where things take us.”

Jessica also stood and headed over to where she’d discarded her clothing earlier. She peeked out the window. The stage was still lit up, the bed still in silken disarray, but the threesome from earlier were gone.

The show had been the most shocking sexual display she’d ever witnessed. And while it had also been exciting, she wasn’t sure she wanted to participate again. She knew for a fact that she didn’t want to perform for the club in front of even a hidden gathering of people at some future date. That would never happen.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” Jessica started getting dressed again. Unfamiliar sensations of wanting to make a commitment to both of these men made her uncomfortable. She truly liked them.

After the way they’d thought only of
her
tonight even to the point of not penetrating her body because she might be too sore from her initial foray into sex, made her believe they were gentlemen. They were men she’d love to get to know better. But a tiny, evil, derogatory voice from her past piped in to her mind with,
“How long will you hold on to this charade? You aren’t built for a permanent happily ever after.”

The DRMC was obviously important to them, and she’d never make them choose her over their club, but she wasn’t sure this lifestyle suited her preconceived notions of what a relationship meant.

She was barely okay with having two men in her life.

“Don’t go.” Deacon stepped close, but didn’t stop her from putting her clothes back on. The two of them flanked her as she got dressed.

“I think I’m in over my head.”

“Why?” Boyd brushed a hand down her arm gently.

“I never intended to begin any kind of permanent thing with you two. I just didn’t want to be a virgin anymore. Plus, I didn’t want the experience to be underwhelming. And thanks to you, it was perfect.”

She then turned to Boyd. “Being with you the next day and satisfying my curiosity over what it would be like was beyond any expectation. You absolutely didn’t hurt me. I loved every second we were together. However, I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend. I guess I’m still not. And I’m especially not looking for two men in my life. Can you understand?”

They both nodded. They didn’t look happy, but they seemed to understand. She hoped she wasn’t making a colossal mistake. She pulled her shirt over her head. Now she was completely dressed. She didn’t want to leave, but a glance at the window where the stage was sent a bolt of panic to her soul.

Deacon put a hand on her shoulder. “Can we postpone this discussion to a later date?”

“I suppose so. What are you asking me to do?”

“Don’t trash the idea that an arrangement between the three of us, all very busy people, can’t be set up to our shared satisfaction.”

Boyd leaned in closer. “And don’t make any sudden trips out of town.”

She smiled. “I’m under suspicion, then.”

“No. We just don’t want to lose track of you. But we both promise not to bother you at work.”

“You both know where I live. If I’m not at my desk, then that is usually where I stay.”

Deacon shrugged into his shirt, buttoned it up slowly, and then tucked it into his pants. She watched every move he made. He was so very attractive.

Once he finished dressing, Deacon said, “Let us take you back home.”

The three of them quietly trailed down to his vehicle. She was back in her apartment less than twenty minutes later. They didn’t talk much in the car. She was fighting the urge to break down and give their life a try. But she couldn’t. Not only wasn’t she self-confident enough to even undress in front a crowd of people, she certainly didn’t want to embarrass them by fucking up threesome sex in front of all their friends on that blasted stage. And that was
exactly
what would happen. She wasn’t meant to ever be onstage.

She hopped out of the car before having time to say more than a brief farewell and hoped that any further relationship wouldn’t end badly. If any further contact was even possible. At this point, she figured she’d stay away for a few weeks and see if she missed them.

The only example of romantic sort of love in her past to give her any kind of a frame of reference for her future involved a six-month liaison her father had once been involved in with a woman who lived next door. However, the final three months they’d each been separated by work commitments.

Jessica figured they’d only stayed together for the six months simply because they hadn’t run across each other to end it any sooner. It was obvious to Jessica that her genetic makeup didn’t allow for permanent relationships.

Hadn’t her father taught her that one lesson quite clearly?

Two husbands was an idea she was getting used to if it involved Deacon and Boyd. However, was that really the sort of life she wanted for herself? Yes. No. Maybe. She just wasn’t sure.

She always expected to spend much of her time involved at her job. She’d plowed forward with her eyes on the prize of her dream career, and she never worried about future relationships. Not until now.

Tonight, with the verbal promise of a future between Deacon and Boyd, Jessica had balked. Of course she had. But the thought of saying good-bye forever also made her ill.

She must be crazy. Did she truly want to let them go and never see them again? Was she really ready to dive back into her work-filled life without the possibility of seeing them on occasion?

The answer which had always been so unmistakably slanted toward career suddenly took a sharp turn into
what if I fall in love
?

Or worse, what if she was already in love with both men?

Fuck
. She
was
in love with both of them.

Chapter Ten

Deacon felt like the week had been interminably long without Jessica. They’d been to the hotel once. Each of them had scoped out the concierge desk only to see a young man there and no Jessica. Neither went to her apartment. They’d promised to give her time, and they would, but not forever. And for Deacon’s part, he wasn’t sure he trusted himself alone with her. Although he truly missed her, and the past week had already seemed like forever.

After six nights of pretending it didn’t matter if she came back into their lives, Boyd blew up.

“I want to see her.”

“I think she make it pretty clear that she is done with us. It’s up to her to make the next move. We promised not to stalk her.”

“I don’t remember saying that. Let’s go to her apartment and make sure we understand what she meant. Maybe she misses us and desperately
wants
to call us, but lost our phone numbers.”

“Boyd…” Deacon stopped talking. He didn’t even know what to say to finish his admonishment. He truly wanted to see her again, too. There was acid burning a hole through his belly at the thought they’d never see her ever again.

“Let me ask you, Boyd. Are you willing to give up our lives and lifestyle with the DRMC for her?”

Boyd pushed out a long breath. “Maybe.”

“Let me know when you get to absolutely, and then we’ll talk.”

“Damn it, Deke. I think we should at least go visit her and find out once and for all if there is a possible future. It’s been a week. She’s had time to reconsider.”