Something More (2 page)

God, I hoped I wouldn’t be able to be quiet.

We’d been moving, touching and kissing the whole time, and ended up in their kitchen. The wood of the table pressed against my ass, the hard length of him pressing into my front. Jonathan unbuttoned my pencil skirt, and I slid my hands up into his hair, pulling and directing his mouth against mine. When he had my skirt down, he pushed me against the table again, and I scooted up to sit on it. He undid the rest of the buttons on my shirt then pushed it to the sides. I wiggled a bit, fumbling with the buttons at my wrists, then finally threw the piece of silk off to the side.

I was suddenly nervous. “Wait, have you ever been with a woman?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Shush.”

We laughed again, but then he wrapped his lips around my nipple and I let out the quiet moan I’d been trying to hold in. After he pulled my bra cup down, he returned his mouth to my breast. Jonathan’s hands were at my hips, warming the cool, exposed skin there as he toyed with the edges of my panties.
 

“Lift up.”

I complied, knowing this was one of those point-of-no-return moments, and let him slide my underwear off. I was a grown woman; there was nothing wrong with what we were about to do. Noah knew and was okay with it. It would be fine. Great, even, if I was lucky.

Wasting no time, Jay propped my feet up on the table, spreading me wide. The light from over the stove cast a warm glow around us. I watched his expression morph from hesitation to determination and then perhaps worry as he ran his hands up and down my thighs, his eyes never leaving his intended destination.

“It doesn’t bite, you know,” I teased.

“I know, smartass. It’s just been a while.”

“Hey,” I said a little louder, nudging him with my toe, attempting to get him to look at me. “If you’re not okay, we can stop right here.”

I felt like the guy in this scenario, but I desperately needed him to know this wasn’t some kind of reverse psychology ploy—I really wanted him to stop if he was having second thoughts.

Typical Jay, he responded by rolling his eyes, smirking, and lowering his head between my thighs. He started soft and tentative, but soon enough, the swipes of his tongue grew bolder, pressing harder against my clit. I leaned back, resting on my elbows, palms flat with my fingers curled around the edge of the table, and tried not to make too much noise, but enough to encourage him to keep going.

“Fuck yes,” I whispered. “Right there.”

I’d never had trouble being vocal in bed, so that was at least something I had going for me. It had been way too long—years—since anyone had gone down on me without my having to resort to cajoling or practically begging. Every sensation he provoked made me want to go higher, seek more,
feel
more. I loved watching him take his time, loved the expression on his face when he found a particularly sensitive spot or when his lips and tongue made me gasp in pleasure. And of course, in a matter of only a few minutes, I wanted to come so badly I could almost taste the orgasm building.
 

“Please.
Please
.”

“Not yet,” Jay said, looking up at me. “Too much fun.”

I groaned a little louder than intended, letting my head roll back on my shoulders in frustration. Was he trying to kill me? If so, he was very close to succeeding. Slick fingers pushed inside me, and I couldn’t hold on much longer. I told him as much, and he just kept going, thrusting faster as his lips caressed my clit. When his pinky slid lower, I gasped.
 

Jonathan raised his eyebrow and I nodded infinitesimally, letting him know he could press forward. As he did, pushing what felt like just the tip of his finger inside, I came hard. Every muscle in my body tightened, and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. He kept moving, taking me higher, and my orgasm stretched out for what felt like several minutes. I knew I’d been loud, panting and groaning and begging, but I couldn’t help myself.
 

When I could think again, he was still licking and lapping at me, but less in a get-you-off way and more in a thanks-for-that way. It was sexy and endearing.
 

“C’mere,” I said.
 

Motioning him to stand, I sat up, opening my arms. All I was capable of were slow, lazy kisses, but I offered them up all the same. I needed a few minutes to regain complete control of my muscles, so I figured I’d touch and love him in whatever ways I could until then.
 

Once I was myself again, I tugged his pants off, followed quickly by his button-down shirt. They fell to the floor in a whoosh of fabric, and I smiled salaciously at him. Wrapping my fingers around what turned out to be a deliciously long cock, I pulled him closer. Tugged, you could say. Directed.
 

Not that he needed much guidance.

“Should I get down on my knees or lie back on the table?” I asked in my best fake-demure voice.

“The table, definitely.” It was an unexpected but not unwelcome voice: Noah.

My eyes darted to his face, and I immediately regretted not being able to keep quiet. We’d clearly interrupted his sleep.

“Fuck, Noah, I’m so sorry…” I said, not really sure how to finish my sentence.

“Beautiful, you don’t need to apologize. I was hoping to sleep for another hour before I had to get up for work, but this is going to be much more pleasant than sleeping,” Noah said, smiling at me. His voice was still thick from sleep, rough at the edges and needy. “All you need to do right now is lie back and prepare to get fucked by both of us.”

Jesus
.
Yes, please.

“Think the table will hold up?” Jay asked in a playful tone, looking at Noah.
 

“Sure. We just might have to be a little careful. Think Olivia will hold up?”

We all laughed, and I suddenly felt so much more naked. I’d never seen Noah anything less than fully clothed, and he was standing there bare-chested, all muscles and hairy man. As he began to take his pajama bottoms off, he moved closer to me.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt—so rude,” he said, shaking his head but smirking. “I should have asked first if you want me to join in.”

I sat all the way up since it only seemed right to be looking him in the eye and perhaps not while my entire body was on display. “Yeah, I mean… I’m on your turf. Of course you can.”

“Livvie, I don’t just mean are you okay with it,” he said, moving between my parted legs. His lips pressed against mine, hard and sure, unlike Jay’s tentative uncertainty. “I want you to want it. To want me, too.”

How could he even doubt that?

“I do,” I said, pulling his lips back to mine for a long, slow kiss. “I really, really do.”

“Good.” His grin was wide, wolfish. “Lie back down so I can watch you come this time, not just hear you.”

They stood close together, watching as I positioned myself. Somehow, my body fit perfectly on the table, arms and legs hanging off just slightly, but not uncomfortably.

“Heads or tails, Jonny?”

Red heat crept over my cheeks as they continued to observe, calculating and thinking about the logistics of where and how they’d be fucking me. I was getting antsy, and frankly, I didn’t care who was where, as long as someone did something soon.

Jay moved slightly closer to Noah, cupping his hand over the other man’s ear, then whispered to him. Noah’s face lit up and his grin turned even more wicked. I was in for it, I could tell.

“How do you feel about being blindfolded?” Noah asked. “You won’t know who’s where. You’ll be free to just feel and let go.”

I was a little worried, but I knew and trusted them both.

“Okay.”

Jay practically sprinted in the direction of their bedroom, and I had to admit, his enthusiasm for the idea was infectious. I’d be blind and at their mercy, with no idea who was touching or making me come. Yes, this sounded like the perfect idea. When he returned with a silk tie, I adjusted my head so he could wrap the fabric around then secure it.

“You okay?” he leaned down to ask, the warmth of his breath against my skin making me shiver.

“Mhm. More than okay.”

Hands slid over my body, and I was suddenly grateful I’d shaved that morning. Soon after the first set of lips teased one of my nipples, another set joined them, and I wondered whose were whose. Hot breath floated above my skin, wet in places, and teeth nipped before tongues soothed. It was so much, too much to keep track of. I took several deep breaths before remembering Noah’s advice from earlier about letting go, allowing myself to surrender to their actions.

Fingers stroked up my neck to my chin, and I scooted back just slightly, letting my head fall over the edge of the table. My mouth opened, my tongue snaking out to seek whatever skin I could find. The heat from a body let me know someone was there, and I smiled when I was finally able to reach and swipe against it.
 

I didn’t even realize someone else had moved down to my pussy until he was stroking and caressing me. I was hot and throbbing, ready to be fucked by them.

The fingers at my neck continued to touch and reassure me, moving to my cheeks as the tip of a cock pressed between my lips. He began gently, hands and fingers still over my face and cheeks as he pushed into my mouth. I focused on keeping my teeth out of the way and making my breathing as even as I could. The first few moments were awkward, but soon enough, we found a rhythm.
 

There was the familiar sound of a package being ripped open then what felt like the tip of a cock slid over my clit, moving back and forth. Every single sensation made me delirious with lust, both of them seeking their pleasure, but also giving back to me. As the person between my legs finally pushed inside, the man at my head began to stroke and play with my breasts. My nipples were pinched and pulled, and then soothed and stroked. I couldn’t figure out which to pay more attention to or which felt better and finally decided it didn’t matter—it all felt fucking fantastic.

I hummed around the dick in my mouth as hands slid up to touch my cheeks again. I sucked in as much as I could, allowing him to feel himself from the outside. The groan he let out was like a reward, and my entire body sang with the pleasure, responding to him with another moan. When his hands slid to my throat, gently caressing, he warned me with a grunt he was about to come. I couldn’t tell who it was and couldn’t find my voice to respond with a similar sound.

As best I could, I snaked my tongue out and tried to let him know it was okay. He must’ve gotten the hint because he came moments later, hot and salty as he spilled down my throat. His movements slowed and then stopped as I did my best to swallow. When he’d pulled all the way out of my mouth, he bent and kissed me. I could tell he was upside down, his chin against my nose as he first touched his lips to mine.
 

Now I was able to focus on the man fucking me. His hands had moved to my hips, gripping and pulling me closer as he fucked me harder. He loosened his grip, moving his fingers to tease my clit as he continued to pound into me. I remembered I could speak again.

“Please, oh please,” I begged.

Four hands skimmed my lower half, and I lost track of them. There were at least two hands teasing my clit, for which I was eternally grateful. As they stroked and circled, I could feel my orgasm cresting. The sensation was hot and unlike anything I’d experienced as I screamed through it, my hands gripping the edges of the table. Everything they were doing was
so good
, and I was overwhelmed with pleasure.
 

A few final thrusts from the man fucking me and he stopped, his hands gripping the backs of my thighs as he came. I could hear them kissing—loud and wet—and it was so sexy.
 

Somehow, we’d formed a circle of affection. I had no words for what I felt in that moment, and I berated myself for even thinking about anything beyond this night. We’d never make anything more work, and I didn’t want two fuck buddies for the price of one. I wanted love and passion and forever. Something more.

As I came down, my thoughts crashed even more. I was ashamed, embarrassed, and out of place. Before they could, I untied my makeshift blindfold and climbed off the table. Noah had left, and Jay embraced me as soon as I was standing. I realized I was stone-cold sober.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah. I…my back hurts a little,” I said, laughing. “Otherwise, I’m fine. A little sticky.”

“Noah went to clean up and start the shower. Come on.”

Before I could protest, Jay tugged my hand and led me to their bedroom. I didn’t belong in there with them, I knew that, but I couldn’t help absorbing a few more minutes of their obvious, infectious love and tenderness for each other. Besides, I needed to get cleaned up before commencing the walk of shame.

Under the spray of the warm water, we touched and kissed, sharing embarrassed smiles—well,
mine
were—and soft words. It was perfect, and I loved watching the two of them together. Of course, I enjoyed them paying attention to me, too. And they did; hands and mouths were everywhere, covering every inch of my body while we got clean. Two orgasms later, Jay and I were exhausted and Noah seemed exhilarated and ready to head to work for the morning.
 

As we dried off, Noah gave us each a kiss goodbye, taking a bit longer with my hug than he had in the past.

“Thank you,” he said, his fingers against my cheek as he looked me in the eyes.

I was sure my cheeks were pink as I smiled back at him, reaching to kiss his lips one last time.

“See you tonight,” Noah said to Jay as he walked out of the room in his whites. I had no idea how he could leave so early in the morning and go to his bakery.
 

By the time I turned around to look at Jay and say goodbye, he’d already climbed beneath the sheets. I smiled and shifted on my feet, uncertain how to gain closure before I grabbed my clothes from the kitchen.

“Come on, you have to be exhausted,” he said, patting the bed beside him. “Put the towel in the hamper and climb in.”