Very Much Alive (15 page)

She bucked back onto Logan’s hand as he inserted what felt like two fingers into her pussy. She reached around and stroked his cock, resting against her hip, until he pulled away from her.

“No. Kir first, then I get mine.” His mouth went back to Kir’s balls, tonguing them while she sucked.

“Oh, shit, oh shit, oh
shit
!” Kir bucked up into her mouth and came down her throat, one hand clenched in her hair, the other clenched in Logan’s.

“Mmm, nice,” Logan purred, pulling his mouth off Kir’s balls. He put one knee on the chaise and leaned over, kissing Kir long and hard.

He turned to Jordan. “Your turn.”

Logan helped Kir up off the chaise while Jordan watched, wide-eyed. “My turn?”

Kir chuckled. “You didn’t think we would leave you wanting, did you?” He picked her up and laid her gently on the chaise. “It’s simple, really.” He plucked her hard nipples with his fingers as Logan went down on her again, lapping at her like a starving man. “Logan’s going to eat you until you come, then I’m going to fuck you while you suck his cock.”

“Hey!” Jordan looked down to see Logan frowning at Kir. “Who says you get to fuck her first?”

“I do.” He was grinning at Logan, who leaned against Jordan’s thigh with a cocky look on his face.

“I think I should get to fuck her first.”

The two glared at one another, then grinned. “One, two, three, shoot!”

“Damn.” Kir threw his head back and laughed. “Looks like you get to fuck her first.”

Jordan stared at the two men who’d just played Rock Paper Scissors for the right to take her first. “You’re kidding me, right?”

Logan dived right back in, sucking on her clit until the argument, and how they’d handled it, was blown right out of her head. Kir was suckling her nipples, one right after the other, the sensation almost more than she could bear. Then Logan worked a little of his magic, heating his tongue just a little bit more than a normal human could do. It was if he’d sipped hot coffee then immediately gone down on her. The added sensation threw her over the edge. She came, clenching Kir to her breasts as she bucked up against Logan’s mouth with a shuddering moan.

Kir kissed her as Logan eased her down off the orgasm, lapping at her mouth as gently as Logan lapped at her pussy.

Logan sat back on his heels and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Ready, sweetheart?”

She fell back with a laugh; she was still seeing stars from the orgasm he’d already given her. “Not really, no.”

He looked at Kir, who had started stroking his growing erection, and bit his lip. “Want to watch?”

Kir’s hand stopped. His gaze went from Logan to Jordan and back again.

Can I really watch the two of them together?

She’d read some male/male erotic romances before, gifts from Jeff, and had liked them a lot more than she thought she would. And this would be the real test; she knew if she couldn’t completely accept this side of their relationship she would lose both Logan and Kir.

The thought of losing either one of them left her feeling cold and alone.

Logan crawled over to Kir and reached out a hand. Kir watched as both he and Logan stroked Kir’s cock. Jordan felt her arousal begin to build all over again as the two of them pleasured Kir. She looked up into Kir’s face and saw him watching her, anxiety warring with his pleasure. She had the urge to reach over and begin stroking him herself, just to reassure him.

Hell. This must be love.

Kir looked down at his lovers, keeping a careful eye on Jordan to make sure she was handling what she was seeing.

When Logan’s warm, wet tongue lapped the head of his cock he had to close his eyes. The sensation was incredible, different from the feel of Jordan doing the same. Where she’d lapped slowly, savoring him, Logan devoured, intent on gobbling every last bite.

And with Logan he could be a little bit rougher. He grabbed the sides of Logan’s head and forced his cock down Logan’s throat, moaning at the sight of his length disappearing between Logan’s greedy lips. He began fucking his lover’s mouth steadily, watching his wet cock glide between those red lips.

“Oh, wow,” Jordan breathed. Her small, delicate hands began gliding up and down Logan’s back. “Okay, that’s a lot hotter than I thought it would be.”

She began marking Logan with little nipping kisses up and down his back as he sucked on Kir’s cock. Logan moaned around him, making Kir gasp.

Fuck, he wasn’t going to last very long at this rate.

“Oh, fuck.” Logan’s eyes were squeezed shut. Kir looked down and saw Jordan jacking him off, one hand running up and down his cock, the other cradling his balls.

“She’s got an even better mouth, love.” Kir smiled, watching Logan writhe under Jordan’s hands.

Logan looked up with a hot grin. “Fuck that shit.” Kir toppled back as Logan pushed him, hard. He landed on his back on the chaise again. “Up you go!” Logan took Jordan’s hands and put her over Kir, sixty-nine style.

Oh, I like where this is going.
Kir grinned as he took a hold of Jordan’s hips, holding her steady as Logan entered her on one long, slow thrust.

Jordan took him back into her warm, wet mouth with a greedy moan. She sucked him down as Logan set up a steady rhythm, his balls slapping up against her with a wet sound.

Kir lapped at her clit and she quivered, making Logan gasp and lose his rhythm. With a wicked grin Kir made sure that at least some of his licks hit Logan on the balls as Jordan devoured his cock.

He couldn’t help himself, it felt so damn good. He bucked up into Jordan’s mouth, feeling the wet heat, watching Logan fuck her from below.

Oh, yeah, not gonna last long at all.

He reached down and grabbed a hold of Jordan’s head, steadily fucking her mouth while he suckled her erect clit. Her long, drawn out groan as she came above him nearly had him spilling down her throat.

It was a good thing Logan had had Jordan give him that blow job. Logan could go all fucking day without coming if he wanted. Kir, on the other hand, needed something to take the edge off.

“Oh, yeah. Again. Do that again.”

Kir began lapping once more at Jordan as Logan began fucking her harder. He tried to concentrate on what he was doing to them, afraid if he paid too much attention to his cock he would blow before he was ready.

He had every intention of blowing his next load in Jordan’s hot, wet pussy.

He ran his hands up and down her back, his fingers tangling with Logan’s.

This was even better than he’d dreamed. The two people who meant the most to him in the world, the three of them in one big, happy knot as they made love to one another.

The feel of Jordan’s mouth was driving him insane. And watching Logan fuck her?

Damn.

She was moaning around his cock again, driving him insane. He couldn’t help himself. He reached around again, holding her head steady while he fucked her mouth. He was so damn close…

He howled as he came down her throat again. He fell limp, panting for breath, eyes closing as Logan stroked slowly in and out of Jordan.

He collapsed with a laugh as Jordan licked him clean.
Well, hell
. Guess he’d have to wait to feel her pussy around him, but he really couldn’t find it in himself to complain too much.

Jordan leaned back and did her best to swallow Kir’s come. He didn’t taste human. He tasted like springtime, and fresh water, and everything sweet, like nectar. She’d never been a huge one for giving blow jobs, but damn. Any time Kir wanted one, she was so there.

“You like that, sweetheart? You want more?”

She shuddered as Kir pulled her hips down, lapping again at her clit.

“Now you know one of the reasons I love fucking him. He’s so damn delicious.”

The naughty words sent a shudder through her. Logan picked up the pace as he felt it. “You gonna come for me again, sweetheart?”

She felt it begin again, that slow build up that heralded her orgasm, her whole body clenching and unclenching. Her head dropped to Kir’s hip as he suddenly pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked, hard.

She came screaming, her toes curling, her nails digging into Kir’s thighs as she rocked back against Logan.

“Oh,
shit
.” Logan moaned and grabbed her hips, thrusting in and out of her so rapidly she was surprised she didn’t light on fire.

“Oh, fuck, yeah, come, Logan.”

Kir’s deep voice seemed to send Logan over the edge as he exploded in her still quivering pussy, his deep shout echoing off the walls. The hot, wet warmth of his come bathed her womb.

Logan’s hands landed on either side of her and Kir, his breathing deep and harsh. Kir let her go with one last, soft lick, letting her complete her collapse onto his body.

“No fair, Kir. That was foul play.”

She could feel Kir smiling against her inner thigh. “I want my turn, remember?”

Logan snorted. “Shoving your finger up my ass and making me come gets you your turn?” He twisted and collapsed onto the chaise, pulling her with him, so that he cradled her body against him.

Kir grinned happily and petted Jordan’s leg. He looked ready to purr. “I know you. You’d have stayed there all day if I let you.”

“Would I have had any say in this?” Jordan wheezed. She was still trying to catch her breath after three of the most intense orgasms of her life.

“No.”

“Uh-uh.”

Jordan snorted.

Kir laughed so hard he fell off the chaise.

Chapter Eight

Kir reached over, feeling for Logan and Jordan. Neither one of his lovers were in bed. He wondered if the morning fun had started without him. He grinned and opened his eyes, picturing the two of them together on the chaise in the living room, devouring each other’s bodies.

“Blech!”

He tilted his head, surprised at the disgust in Jordan’s voice. He got up and padded naked out of the bedroom to see what was going on.

“Just try it. You might like it.”

Oh, curiouser and curiouser.
They weren’t in the living room.
Where, oh where have my lovers gone?
He was in an incredibly good mood, probably due to the incredibly good sex they’d had the night before.

He was looking forward to round two (or was that three?) today.

“And I might like having my legs shaved with a chainsaw, but somehow I doubt it.”

That’s coming from the kitchen.
He peeked around the edge of the doorway to see Logan holding a tiny cup towards Jordan.

“C’mon. I think you’ll like espresso.”

Jordan put her hands on her hips. “Espresso is just a fancy name for liquid road tar. Can’t you fix me something that tastes better? Like puree of two-day-dead skunk?”

“You have to know what espresso tastes like if you’re going to cook with it.”

“Then I won’t cook with it.”

“Don’t you want to learn how to make things like tiramisu?”

She looked at Logan like he was very, very stupid. “Haven’t you heard of the Italian Market? Hello! Bakeries!”

Logan shook his head and drank the espresso.

Kir leaned his head on the doorframe and started laughing.
Looks like the cooking lessons are back on.

“What the hell are you laughing at, blondie?”

Kir walked out of the kitchen, shaking his head. “I’m going to take a shower. Anyone want to join me?”

“Ooh, hot blond wetness? Count me in!”

Logan ran past him to the bedroom, shedding clothes as he went.

“Nah, I’m going to make a pot of coffee and check my email while the laptop is free. Okay?”

Kir looked back and saw Jordan fiddling with the coffeemaker. “You sure?”

She looked up and smiled at him lazily. “Yeah. I need my caffeine fix. You two, um, enjoy yourselves.” She waggled her eyebrows, her cheeks heating.

He walked back to her, enjoying the way her eyes roamed down his body to lock on his cock. When she licked her lips he had to stifle a groan. He tilted her face up and leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on her lips. “Are you
sure
you’re okay with all of this?”

“If you keep asking me I’m going to start wondering if
you’re
okay with all of this.”

His smile was heated as he replied, “I have a redhead waiting in the shower and a brunette waiting for me in the kitchen. Trust me, I’m okay with it.”

“Hmm, tough choice, huh?” She rubbed her cheek against his hand affectionately.

“Kir! Get your ass in here before I use up all the hot water!”

Kir rolled his eyes. Jordan laughed and pushed him out of the kitchen. “You’d better hurry up or the hot water won’t be the only thing Logan uses up!”

Kir stopped, turned, and grabbed her hand. “I have an idea.” He dragged her towards the bedroom.

“So do I, and it involves a coffee mug and Gmail.”

“Trust me, this is better.” He heard Logan splashing in the shower.
Perfect
. He pulled Jordan in behind him and closed the door. He picked her up and sat her down on the countertop, ignoring her pout. He leaned on the countertop, arms braced on either side of her body. “Choose.”

“Um. Maxwell House?” She grinned up at him weakly.

He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Choose. Do I suck Logan off, or do I fuck him?”

He saw her look over his shoulder and turned. Logan was staring at them and slowly stroking his erection.

She gulped and took a deep breath. Then she leaned in to whisper in his ear. He could feel her body trembling against him and he closed his eyes in gratitude. She was turned on. Her rich, feminine smell and her tiny, tell-tale shivers made him want to lick her all over. “If you fuck him and you both come, who will fuck me?”

Kir leaned back and matched her grin for grin.

Logan watched his two loves share identical heated grins, his hand stroking up and down his cock.
Yum. Looks like Kir wants to play and he’s gotten Jordan to go along with it.

He relaxed back against the shower wall, content for the moment to let his lovers play with him. He’d sneaked out of bed late last night and reinforced the wards, just in case Jordan somehow “accidentally” wiped them away again. Their home was as safe as he could make it.