I've never been in a threesome before, or hardly been with anyone other than Kaylee. Come to think of it, I really had a boring sex life in my teens. Football consumed most of my time and focus.
But this? This is far from boring. I’m struggling to concentrate on Kaylee because Jace's hand, the way it moves over my girlfriend's body, has me utterly captivated. She clearly loves it, as evidenced by the raised goosebumps on her skin and her breathy gasps. And if the growing tension in my boxers is any indication, I'm not hating it either.
I really would’ve expected to feel some sort of jealousy, but it’s just not there, at least not in the way I thought it would be. I imagined being jealous of another guy touching my girl. No, I’m not jealous of that at all. I’m actually somewhat terrified to admit that it’s the other way around.
Yes, maybe there's a tinge of jealousy, but not directed at Jace. Rather at Kaylee because Jace is the one caressing her, and I sort-of really want him to touch me. I think.
And isn’t that a total mind-fuck if there was any?
“Are you two really sure about this?” Jace suddenly asks, turning to look over his shoulder at me. I swear I can see his pupils dilating. He’s just as into this as we are. As I apparently am.
Kaylee nearly shudders, her eyes–big with lust–briefly flicking to mine for a moment. And shit, I find myself nodding quickly ather. Too quickly. Afraid this, whatever this is, will come to a halt before it even starts. She furrows her brow shortly, but then her eyes close on a shuddering breath when Jace’s fingers trace her tummy again. “Yes,” she croaks. “We’re sure.”
Jace winks at me, teasing his tongue over his lower lip, and I swear my whole body fucking hums. Somehow I can’t seem to tear my gaze away as he refocuses on Kaylee, leaning over her and pressing his lips softly against hers. He groans and God, I can almost feel it resonating all the way into my balls.
My heart races a mile a minute, even though it's notmehe's kissing.
After a few more tender kisses, he lifts his head, and I see my girl staring up at him, completely dazed.
Jace grins and glances down at my hand, which has somehow found its way to his side, right next to one of Kaylee's hands, gripping all the taut, hot muscles underneath. I quickly pull my hand away, but he still smirks at me. “Your turn now eh, big guy?”
I take a deep breath, checking on Kaylee again. She’s frowning at me again but quickly composes herself and smiles reassuringly, as if granting me the go ahead. We really didn’t even discuss thisthatmuch. Does she genuinely believe it's okay if I do this? Ifwedo this? She suggested I should try this, but hell, do I even want it? Was this part of the plan to begin with?
Before I can overthink things, Jace has already moved from her to me, and I find myself lying back involuntarily, swallowing my nerves away. He’s hovering above me, supporting himself on his forearms, and throws one thick thigh between mine. And as soon as his jeans finally makes contact with mine, I fucking groan. I just can’t help it. Even through the fabric, I can feel my raging hard on pressing against his, and I can tell he senses it too from the way he inhales heavily. Oh shit, this is actually happening.
As he lowers himself, his nose nudges mine. My cock gets impossibly harder at that, and it answers my former question; yes, Iobviouslyreally want this. I don’t think I can fucking remember the last time I wasthisturned on.
“Are you sure?” he asks again, but his voice is so soft that this time, the words are only meant for me. His lips nearly brush against my own, only one tantalizing breath away. His gray eyes flicker, searching for something, as his nose remains so close to mine.
I’m paralyzed, unable to answer him, entranced by the feeling of his body against mine, even though he's not actually touching me yet. I inhale shakily, my heart hammering in my chest and then fuck it… I finally reach out and grasp his waist. It's weird because he is broader–way, way broader–than anyone I've ever been with. But I need to know howhefeels, howthisfeels, how this can be.
And it sure doesn’t disappoint. His breath hitches when I let my touch trail over the warm, solid muscles in his back, slide across his shoulders, and I finally grab on to his sturdy biceps.
He’s absolutely mesmerizing, brushing his nose against mine once more, giving me a whisper of a kiss as he slides one hand in my hair, and I… Just…
“Oh God,” I murmur against his mouth, gasping again, utterly incapable of voicing anything really. Not with how insanely turned on I am right now. Which makes his lips quirk a bit.
“I know, right?” he responds so freakishly softly, still not giving me a full-on kiss, perfectly happy to keep me in fucking limbo. A limbo I’m just dying to escape.
I just can't take it any longer; I justneed…
So I close that last remaining distance, lifting my head justthattiny bit so I can finally fucking kiss him fully.
And oh, how I soar.
Without warning, he groans, dropping his weight on top of me and taking possession of my mouth, pushing me down in the process. His lips finally, fucking finally, move against mine, and holy shit, I’m kissing a guy.
Unable to keep still, I fucking tremble, my fingers digging deeper into his muscles, causing him to press his lips harder against mine, and I gasp because it's just... oh,shit.
His tongue finds its way into my mouth, and at its first touch to mine, I moan deeply, so deeply, and I light up like the fucking fourth of July.
Holy motherfucking shitballs.
His grip on my hair tightens as he licks into my mouth, totally annihilating me. I've never experienced anything like it in my life. Like this. He's just so hard, so big, so warm, hot, and thick, and different... and have I mentioned hard?
It takes me a couple of seconds, given how overwhelming it all is, but once I start to kiss him back, my eyes close automatically, because it’s just too much... My tongue complies with his demands, my body surges upwards to justtouch…yearning for contact.
Now he is the one who quivers, who gasps, and who attempts to push me deeper into the mattress.
