Longing for Kayla (7 page)

“Guys?” He didn’t know if he was telling them to stop or hoping they’d continue.

Kayla raised her head. “Trust me, Chris,” she said. She ran her tongue along the head of his dick just as Jesse squeezed his balls, the pain so good it caused him to moan.

“Fuck.” He arched up from the bed.

He felt Kayla’s mouth curve into a smile against him. “Sit back and enjoy, Chris.” Her soft, wet mouth engulfed him, and he allowed his head to fall back against the pillow.

Wet heat surrounded his balls at the same time Kayla sucked his dick. Jesse. As much as he knew he should put a stop to this, he just couldn’t.

The two drew back from his dick and kissed, sharing the whole experience with each other. Showing Chris just how much they were both into this. When their kiss broke apart, Jesse sucked Chris’ dick into his mouth. The suction, stronger and more forceful than Kayla’s, was no less amazing. Chris’ hips jerked and he rammed forward, hitting the back of Jesse’s throat. Rather than cause him to pull back, it fueled Jesse further. His suction was hard, almost painful as he deep-throated Chris’ cock. This was Jesse, his best friend. They’d picked up women together. Hell, they’d fucked Kayla together
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Chris closed his eyes. So not something he even wanted to think about right now.

Sensation overwhelmed him and he wrapped one hand into Jesse’s hair, the other into Kayla’s as they took turns sucking his dick. The contrast between Kayla’s gentle strokes and Jesse’s rough ones had him on the edge of the most amazing feeling ever. His sac pulled up painfully and Jesse’s hand clamped onto his balls, squeezing, intensifying everything. The orgasm that tore through him felt as if his dick would rip apart. And he roared.

Completely satiated, Chris opened his eyes and saw them both staring at him. He smiled. “You two didn’t get to finish.” He eyed Jesse’s throbbing cock. “And you look like you’re about to explode.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” Jesse told him.

Shifting his back farther up the bed, Chris adjusted the pillows beneath his head and took Kayla’s hand. “Come here, honey.”

He pulled her toward him and kissed her. “I might be done, but I can still help you enjoy this.”

He grabbed her hips so she was lying across his body. Her back to his chest. His semi-hard flesh against her thigh. He used his legs to move hers apart, giving Jesse a full view of her heated flesh. Chris dipped his fingers inside her core and hot moisture engulfed him. “She’s ready when you are.”

A smile slid across Jesse’s face. “Pull her legs up.”

Chris shifted his body and grabbed her knees with his hands, holding her open wide.

“God, that’s fucking hot,” Jesse murmured. He grabbed a condom, sheathed himself and eased his way inside Kayla’s glistening pussy and he groaned.

As soon as Jesse slid into place, Kayla wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. Allowing Chris to let go of her legs, he eased his hand between them and flicked her clit. Kayla moaned in pleasure.

After the incredible orgasm that had just burst through his body, Chris thought it would be hours before he could go again. Kayla’s body rocked against him, pushing his dick against Jesse’s hairy inner thigh, and Chris’ erection twitched to life. His dick glided across Jesse’s thigh again.

Over Kayla’s shoulder, Jesse locked eyes with Chris and smiled. He grabbed Kayla’s hips and shifted her slightly. Chris thought it was to keep him from touching Jes, but the next thrust showed Chris exactly what the move had accomplished. His cock rubbed against Jesse’s sac.

“Holy fuck,” Chris moaned. Jesse met his eyes again, raised one eyebrow in challenge. Chris met his look and raised his hips, slamming Kayla’s body firmly onto Jesse’s dick. Still fingering Kayla’s clit, Chris continued to shift his hips, directing the pace for them all. Beneath his hand, Kayla began to quiver.

As Kayla screamed out her orgasm, Jesse picked up speed, pounding into her like a man possessed. The motion rocked Chris’ dick, driving him toward his second orgasm. He opened his eyes directly into the hot, lusty stare of Jesse. The intensity and passion he saw sped him forward. A loud moan erupted from Jesse’s throat as Chris’ orgasm spurted against his body. Jesse collapsed onto Kayla.

Guilt immediately pounded down on him again, his mind swirling with the implications of what they had just done. The feel of their two bodies on top of him felt like it was crushing him. Before he got a chance to say anything Kayla spoke. “Can we shift a bit so I’m not so squished?”

Jesse grunted his assent. Rolling, he pulled them both off Chris.

Needing to put space between them, Chris rolled over and pushed his arm over his face. Kayla placed her hand on his hip and he flinched at the contact.

“Chris? You okay?” Her voice was soft and knowing. That was the problem with sleeping with someone you knew so well, they understood you too well.

He peeked at her through the space at his elbow and gave her a tight smile. “Sure, fine. Just tired. We should all get some sleep.” He gave her hand a light squeeze and closed his eyes.

What the hell had happened? How could he have allowed Jesse to touch him? Jesse wasn’t gay and Chris knew he sure as hell wasn’t. So what the fuck?

He tried to lie still and not move so they would think he really was tired and wanting to sleep. He could feel them watching him and he fought the urge to open his eyes to see if it was Kayla or Jesse.

The bed shifted.

“Fuck,” Jesse growled and threw the covers back from the bed and marched toward the bathroom.

At the sound of the bathroom door closing, Kayla swatted his arm. “All right, you big faker. I know you’re not sleeping so talk to me.”

Chris let out a deep breath. He so did not want to have this conversation. Keeping his eyes closed, he hoped Kayla would just take the hint and leave it alone. She poked him in the ribs. Damn it! He should have known better, there was no way she was going to let this drop. How could he talk to her about it when he didn’t understand himself what had even happened or why? The only way to avoid talking about it was to distract her.

In one swift movement, he opened his eyes and moved, pinning her body beneath his. Her eyes opened wide in surprise, a slow smile spread across her face. “You aren’t distracting me, Chris.”

At the challenge in her voice, his dick twitched. He pressed his hips down, showing her his immediate reaction to her body.

“Okay, maybe you are.” She laughed. “I don’t know what kind of vitamins you’ve been taking, but damn, they work well.”

Easing down her body, he trailed kisses across her stomach. At the juncture of her thighs, he inhaled. She smelled like sex. Her, him, Jesse—the scents all combined into one intoxicating aroma. The fact it didn’t turn him off to smell Jesse on her freaked him out a little bit. He glanced up and the look on Kayla’s face was far too knowing. She laced her fingers into his hair and guided his head between her legs. “For now just focus on that,” she whispered.

Chris glanced back up at her and smiled. “Now that I can do,” he told her and placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss on her clit.

The pink lips of her pussy were swollen and wet from all the attention they had provided. His mouth watered looking at her. He flattened his tongue and licked her with one long stroke. Her musky juice dripped onto his tongue, sweet and so uniquely Kayla. He pressed inside her, fucking her with his tongue. Her thighs clamped down around his ears and she moaned with pleasure.

He pulled her clit between his teeth and sucked her gently, swirling his tongue until he had her writhing against his face. He heard the bathroom door open, but he was unable to pull away from the addictive flavor of Kayla’s hot pussy.

Jesse’s rough hand gripped his dick.

“Shit,” he groaned.

His dick flexed in Jesse’s hand, demanding he grip it harder. It felt so damn good.

He spread Kayla’s lips wider with his thumb, allowing himself to go deeper. Her flavor coated his tongue.

Jesse’s hand working his cock and Kayla grinding on his face was more than he could take. He was going to come, and he needed Kayla to do it with him.

He slid his fingers inside and her silky heat convulsed around his finger. With one final flick of his tongue her pussy quivered around him and she screamed out her release. Jesse’s hand pumped his dick hard and he spurted onto the side of the bed.

Chris didn’t realize Kayla had been using her hand on Jesse as well until he groaned and came on her stomach.

Grabbing a cloth, Chris wiped up Kayla and the side of bed. When he returned from the bathroom, they both lay on the bed, expectantly watching him. Unable to say anything, he lay down beside Kayla with his back to her, and turned out the light. He heard Jesse’s loud sigh before he fell asleep.

* * * * *

The sound of snoring on the far side of the bed pulled Chris from his sleep. Decidedly male snoring. The urge to run was so strong inside him the only thing that kept him in place was the warm, soft feel of Kayla’s leg draped over his thigh.

Man up, Hanson,
he told himself. He opened his eyes. Kayla’s body snuggled up against him was a sight he had dreamed about for so long he couldn’t believe it had finally come true. His eyes slid down her body. But seeing Jesse’s arm around her waist pulled him up short. The position of Jesse’s hand placed him just inches from Chris’ morning woody. If either of them moved even a fraction, they would be touching. Chris’ dick twitched. He needed to get out of here.

Careful not to wake Kayla, he eased out from under her leg. He stood at the edge of the bed and stepped into his jeans. His eyes were drawn to the picture the two of them made. His chest pulled tight. They looked so right together in his bed. The urge to climb back in and wake them both was so strong, it hurt.

What the fuck was the matter with him?

Turning on his heel, he fled the room. He couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Too much sex had dulled his normal inhibitions and responses. It was a freak thing. He just needed some distance and space.

The smell of coffee hit him full on when he stepped into the kitchen. Thank God for the auto-start button. He poured himself a cup and sank into the kitchen chair. Unable to stop his mind from replaying everything about the previous night, he dropped his head onto the table.

That was how they found him. Kayla’s hand ran across the top of his bare back. “Chris?” Her soft voice swept across him. “You okay?”

He raised his head to look at her. She stood before him with her tousled hair, his t-shirt hanging enticingly on her body. Her face was unsure, wary. His fingers clenched with the urge to pull Kayla onto his lap.

Jesse stepped farther into the room. “Hey, man, is there more of that?” The tilt of his head indicated the cup of coffee that sat untouched in front of Chris on the table.

He swept his hand in the direction of the pot. “Help yourself.”

Jesse moved toward the counter and took two cups from the cupboard. While he filled the mugs and doctored up the coffee as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Chris just stared at him. How could he act so normal?

Kayla eased her body into the chair beside him and took Chris’ hand in hers. “Can we talk?”

He looked at her, then at Jesse who had stopped what he was doing and stood motionless at the counter, staring at them with a hesitant look on his face. To say it was an awkward morning after was putting it mildly.

Chris pushed his chair back from the table and stood up. “I can’t do this right now,” he said and walked out of the room.

Soft footsteps sounded on the floor behind him. In his haste to get the hell out of there, he threw his jacket over his bare chest, not even bothering to get fully dressed, grabbed his ski pants and stepped into his boots with bare feet.

“Chris, please.”

The pleading tone of her voice almost brought him to his knees. He turned and looked at her. Regret filled every inch of his body. “I’m sorry, Kay. I just can’t do this right now.”

He turned and pulled open the cabin door, yanked his snowboard up into his arms and walked away.

* * * * *

Kayla watched him until he got in the line for the bullet express chair. He never once looked back. With a sigh, she closed the cabin door and walked back inside to find Jesse. She found him at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee between his hands, his head on the table.

Strong, unshakeable Jesse looked broken. Her heart ached to see him like this. She walked up behind him and placed her hand on his shoulder. He glanced up with a weak smile on his face. “Oh Jes,” she murmured and ran her fingers through his hair to comfort him.

Jesse shifted in his chair so he was facing her and wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her chest. “Jesus, Kay. What the fuck did I do?” The question tore from his mouth against her body with so much emotion it cut through her chest like a knife.

“It’ll be all right, Jes.” Kayla stroked his hair, offering the only comfort she could. If this thing between them was going to work, they all needed to be on board. “How long have you been in love with Chris?”

Jesse pulled back from her. “What?”

“Come on, Jes, this is me you’re talking to. How long have you been in love with Chris?”