Surrounded [Running to Love 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (6 page)

“Push back, darlin’, and relax for me.” Jackie sucked in some oxygen and did as Alistair told her. The plug felt enormous as it pressed past her entrance, even eased by the lube, and she couldn’t help whimpering, just a little. Ashley immediately moved in and slipped a hand between her and the edge of the sink to seek out her clit and stroke lightly, kissing her temple as she did so. The distraction served to allow ’Stair to push the damn thing in all the way, and the sense of fullness and something else made her a little faint. He picked up on it instantly and scooped her up, carrying her into the bedroom to lay her on her stomach on the bed. Jackie blinked toward the far wall as her innards adjusted to the invasion. What was his cock going to feel like when he shoved it in there?

“You don’t have to do it, you know, Jackie.” Alistair’s quiet voice made her lift her head and look in his direction. He sat by her side and stroked a hand down her spine, stopping just short of her ass. He leaned over to slide his arm under her waist and hike her up so that her weight was on her knees, and then placed his hand on the back of her neck to keep her chest pressed to the mattress. Ash wiggled between her legs, pushing them wide and kissed her way up her thighs, stroking the outside with featherlight touches. Jackie felt her arousal build, quite unbidden, and reached her hand to touch Ash’s shoulder and tangle her fingers in her hair.

“Some women don’t like anal sex, and I won’t push you.”

His fingers worked at her nape as she felt Ash’s now-questing tongue, and a surge of emotion had her heart swelling until she thought she would choke with it. He wouldn’t make her do anything that didn’t work for her, no matter how dominant he was. She would do well to remember that, except she couldn’t think about it now. She recklessly spread her legs wider and dropped her pussy right onto Ash’s face as she worked her clit hard, and welcomed the impending orgasm. It rolled over her almost instantly. Her pussy clenched on nothing, but the plug made her ass sing and she rethought the idea of Alistair’s cock invading her. His chuckle told her that he’d read her mind. And that he’d set up this little coming-out party to encourage her.

Ash slid out from under her and headed to the bathroom, emerging in a few minutes with her face still showing evidence of being washed, the wet, darker ends of her incredible titian hair around her temples providing a stunning backdrop to those ice-blue eyes. Jackie loved her to pieces and it must have showed on her face because Ashley actually teared up in response. She recovered instantly, the tough, reserved woman that she was, at least until she got more comfortable with ’Stair. “Go freshen up, sweetie. We’re starving here, Jacks. I told ’Stair what a great cook you are.”

Alistair pulled a long-sleeved, pale-blue shirt from the closet. “Wear this, Jackie. And the plug.”

She gave him a sweet smile and allowed Ash to help her up. They were a formidable team. She liked it.

* * * *

Watching ’Stair inhale her cooking gave Jackie a warm and fuzzy feeling. She’d had to improvise with some of the ingredients, and he didn’t even have syrup in the house. Orange juice and brown sugar was a secret her mom had shared with her years ago, when having a house full of kids precluded buying all the expensive stuff. She’d added the juice to the sugar and brought it to a slow, rolling boil while the pancakes cooked. Like Alistair would have a waffle iron. Finding enough flour had been a challenge, and the baking powder had clearly been purchased in another millennium. She didn’t let herself think about who actually bought it. Women probably lined up for him.
Had
lined up for him.

The cooking instruments were either battered or so shiny that Jackie believed they’d either come from yard sales or had never been used. But for all of that, the crisp bacon and pancakes with her “syrup” had gone over well. He and Ashley cleaned up while she enjoyed a final cup of coffee, curled up on the couch to avoid putting additional pressure on the cursed plug, although truth to be told, she had adjusted to it. Watching her two…people? Lovers? Sweethearts? Watching them work together in the kitchen gave her an additional sense of contentment. She didn’t have a clue what she was going to call this arrangement, but she was keeping them both. It hadn’t escaped her notice that Alistair had real cream in his apartment-size fridge. And bacon. He would never routinely pollute his body with such a concentration of fat, so she knew he had bought it just for her in the hope she would be there in the morning. Unless he had simply assumed she would be. That little resistant part of her picked at that idea. Jackie didn’t like it when people made assumptions about her or were presumptuous. She stared at him from beneath lowered lashes and resolved to make his life a little less predictable.

“So, what are we going to do this afternoon?”

Ash tossed her a smile and put the last of the cheap dinnerware away. Alistair wiped his hands and draped the towel over the door of the lower cabinet. Jackie managed not to wince and nearly sat on her hands to control the urge to hang it up properly. There were lots of things to work around and now probably wasn’t the time to start nagging him.

“We thought we’d talk about a few things, Jackie. Ash and I have some thoughts…”

Jackie quit listening. They’d been talking? Discussing her? Making plans? They had better be of a sexual nature because that’s where Alistair’s Dom stuff was going to be contained. Her happy mood switched to bitch mode in her usual mercurial style, fueled by that concern that ’Stair was being presumptuous, and she saw Ash cover a smile. Damn it.

“Jackie! We waited for you to wake up so that we could have this discussion. I’m going to be paddling your ass every day if you don’t grow up.” His voice had that tone again, that authoritative note, and her pussy clenched involuntarily.

She bit her rude response back and swallowed her defensiveness. Ashley warned her that all of this was going to take some adjusting to, and that sex couldn’t be allowed to cloud every issue. And Alistair was still reading her mind. “Okay.”

He instantly rewarded her with a smile and came to sit beside her. The sun came out again in her head, and it occurred to Jackie that Alistair was known as grumpy and forbidding by the Club members, although the best man to have one’s back. She was determined to give him more to smile about than not, and resolved to quit acting like a spoiled adolescent.

In the end, they agreed to live at her and Ash’s place until they could find a bigger house that suited them. Jackie could barely contain her excitement at the thought of making a home with Ashley and Alistair but did so because she sensed Alistair’s struggle with such an enormous change in his life. He had held her on his lap the whole time they talked things out, as if he couldn’t bear not to be touching her. Ash just looked like the cat that swallowed the canary. They talked about their expectations and their anticipations, and there were times when Jackie wondered if they could possibly have missed anything. Alistair insisted on good communication and seemed satisfied with the plan, but Jackie knew the proof would be in the pudding. She loved him and Ash both with all her heart, and knew how they felt about her. Surely it would be enough to see them through.

She had felt the evidence of his arousal under her much of the time she cuddled on his lap. She looked at Ash occasionally because Alistair was definitely monopolizing her, but Ashley seemed overtly quite content to let ’Stair get his fill. Ashley was like that. She was cool and efficient and often put people off with her no-nonsense attitude, but Jackie knew the real woman behind that outward persona. Ashley was capable of great emotion and had no trouble expressing it, albeit in private, and it took awhile. She also read people accurately and almost instantly, being insightful and sensitive. It probably came from growing up in a religious family where any deviation from the norm was seen as just that, deviant, so one tended to be very careful. Jackie’s family was pretty religious, too, but they loved their kids in a different way, not that she wanted to think about what her family would say about her being in a ménage, not yet.

Ashley had the scars to prove her father’s intolerance, and she never spoke about her mother, that unprotective bitch. It was a miracle that Ash had risen above all of that and still had such a capacity for love and affection. Such a resilient woman. Jackie’s heart ached for Ashley and thought she had become a cop to protect herself, but primarily to help others, to protect the vulnerable. Ash wore her authority casually, just like ’Stair, and never abused it. Ash was watching her now, also probably reading her mind, and Jackie blessed the day she’d taken the job as dispatcher at the police station instead of becoming the teacher she had trained to be. Ashley had laid eyes on her, and it was the proverbial love at first sight.

“I pulled a short shift to cover for somebody this afternoon, ’Stair, so I need to get going shortly. Can you entertain our girl?”

Jackie shivered when his hold on her tightened. She marveled at Ashley’s trust in her and felt humbled by it. She also felt a tiny flicker of anxiety and tried to identify it, but it slipped away before she could get close.

“I can definitely entertain her, Ash. I’ll save her ass though because you’ll want to be there for that.”

Jackie’s pussy drenched. They were talking about her again as if she wasn’t there, and it made her freaking hot. Ashley knew it, too. She came to press a kiss on her lips and slipped her hand up Jackie’s thigh and between her legs, then slid two fingers up inside of her. Jackie gasped, and Ash pulled them out then licked her essence off, slowly and lasciviously, staring into Jackie’s eyes with intent.

“I’ll look forward to it. I’ll just go get my clothes and clean up in the member room. See you at the house later?”

Jackie nodded, even though the question wasn’t directed at her and felt Alistair nod over her head, his chin coming to rest on her hair. “We’ll come over as soon as I close for the night. Probably around midnight. There’s nothing booked that I remember, but a few folks will likely come in for drinks and to hang out. I’m going to have to hire someone to oversee things from time to time because I intend on showing off our little subbie. We’ll work it out.”

Ash leaned in for another kiss, and Jackie tasted herself on her lips. She opened for her and closed her eyes tightly to better enjoy the moment. “Love you, sweetie. Later.”

The door closed behind Ashley, and for a moment there was complete and utter silence except for the beating of her heart sounding in her temples. She had the absurd expectation that ’Stair would growl, “Alone at last, me pretty,” but of course he didn’t. It was ridiculous to think that he would wish Ashley gone, although there would probably be alone times with both of her lovers. They hadn’t talked about that. At least, they hadn’t included
her
in any such conversation! Part of her rebelled while another part trembled in anticipation of what they’d plan for her. There had also been something in Ash’s expression that troubled Jackie, pricked at her intuition.

“Lose the shirt.”

Okay, back to the present.
She got off his lap and stood before him. She slowly worked at the buttons, fumbling with the reversed fastenings deliberately, easing each little round piece of plastic out of its designated hole. Alistair watched her movements intently through hooded eyes, the crotch of his boxers bulging, the fabric wet with the evidence of his lust. She poked her bottom lip out, just a fraction, and from behind the veil of her lashes saw his cock twitch under the cover of the fabric draping it. It gave her such a heady sense of power to know how she affected him. It took an eternity to make her way down to the hem, and her arousal grew higher right along with the anticipation. She could only guess at what it cost Alistair, although his features were taut with control and unreadable.

She let one shoulder drop and the material slipped off and down her arm, baring a breast. Her nipples, already pointing, tightened even more, and her eyes drifted shut at the thought of what Alistair was seeing.

“Eyes on me!”

Jackie very nearly came at the power in his voice, caught up as she was in the fantasy of him falling on her and fucking her across the crappy carpet. Her juices flowed, and she involuntarily clenched her thighs together, her eyes popping open to lock with his. The shirt floated off to pool around her ankles, and the very air around them thickened with sexual tension. Alistair pointed to the floor between his feet, and she dropped to her knees, never breaking eye contact. From her peripheral vision, she saw him release his cock and pump his hand over it before reaching to touch her cheek.

“Suck me. And don’t tease, Jackie, or else. Keep your hands on your thighs at all times.”

God, another fantasy come true, being forced to service the big, bad Dom once again. She lowered her mouth over him and sucked the cockhead inside, whispering her tongue over the more sensitive underside, right at the
V
. It all came back to her, the way he liked getting head. ’Stair made a strangled sound, and she managed not to smile. She wanted to please him, wanted to blow his socks off, had he been wearing any, and that abstract thought had her swallowing a giggle. He wound his fingers through her hair and pulled, and she immediately focused. She sucked him deep, as deep as she could with him holding her head so steady, her cheeks hollowing with the effort, and used her tongue with every other pull. He was back in charge and she was servicing him, and she would do well to remember it. Alistair would never hurt her, at least nothing more than she wanted and deserved, but he was in control in their sexual life.

Her jaw began to ache, and she wondered how much longer she could do this. If he let her take him deeper, if she could just swallow again, or even giggle because she suspected he had nearly lost control when she’d done it before. As if he divined her thoughts, but more likely recognized her discomfort, Alistair released her, and she began to bob her head up and down on his shaft, feeling him at the back of her throat. She could taste him now, salty and musky, and she gripped her thighs hard to keep from touching him. She wanted to hold him to her and put her arms around him when he came. He burst against the roof of her mouth and then shoved hard to nearly gag her, ropes of hot cum flooding her throat. She drank him down and cast caution to the winds, reaching up to clasp his hips. And he allowed it.