He kept hold of her hand and showed her.
Out, then in, slow at first, testing, gauging, then faster when she didn’t flinch away, when she purred and pushed her hips back into him.The slap of flesh echoed in the bedroom, his hips into her ass, his balls into her pussy.Below, Jesse worked her pussy, occasionally lifting his head off the pillow to lap at Knox’s balls.Breathing grew heavier, cries sharper, until Knox wasn’t the only one reaching for pleasure.
“You going to come again, Chloe?”Knox asked.Sweat poured down his face, his chest, to splash onto Chloe’s ass and back.He was hammering into her as fast and hard as he dared, racing for completion.It was there, just out of reach, and he knew he could finish it quickly.But he wanted her with him.“Are you?”
“I think… I don’t know.”Her voice was muffled, her face buried in Jesse’s thigh.She had his dick in her hand, pumping it in time with Knox’s jabs into her asshole, not wanting, she’d said, for him to feel left out.“Maybe.I don’t know.”
“Jesse?”
“Fuck, I’m trying,” Jesse panted.His face was soaked, all but dripping.“I can’t feel my jaw anymore.”
“Use your fingers,” Knox ordered.
“Fuck, I should’ve gotten out a vibe.”Jesse worked one arm free and shoved two fingers into Chloe’s pussy.
“Oh, God!”Her head came up on a wail, her hand squeezing down on Jesse’s dick.Her other, still caught in Knox’s, all but twisted his hand off at the wrist.“Fuck!”
“That’s working,” Knox panted.Her asshole was starting to flutter, to pulse.“Keep going.”
Jesse grunted, pumping two fingers so fast they were a slick blur.“Fuck, she’s strangling my dick.”
“Chloe, let go,” Knox called, pitching his voice to carry over the curses and wails.
“No, don’t!”Jesse shouted but it was too late.The sudden release of pressure was like a flame to a short fuse and Jesse was coming again, cock pulsing and jerking, sending come flying.
Knox laughed, pure joy pumping through him like Jesse’s come was pumping into the air, then Chloe let out a keening wail and stiffened, squeezing his hand so hard he thought he might have lost blood flow, then she was shaking and crying and coming, her ass pulsing around his dick, and he let himself go.
* * * *
They ate the fajitas in bed.
“These are amazing,” Knox announced.He was sitting cross-legged against the headboard, a plate in his hand.In front of him on a folded towel sat the aluminum serving pan holding the hot food—beef, flour tortillas, queso and beans.Next to that another pan with cold sides—guacamole, pico de gallo, sour cream and Cheddar cheese—sat on another towel.A paper bag of homemade fried tortilla chips, liberally doused with salt, was wedged between the two pans.
“You can say that again,” Jesse enthused and shoved a chip, loaded with pico and guac, into his mouth.
Knox frowned at him.“You’re eating all the guacamole.”
“You’re eating all the queso.”
“I’m eating all the queso.”Lying across the foot of the bed in Jesse’s robe, Chloe scooped a large spoonful onto a tortilla, piled on strips of beef and grilled onions, then folded it and bit in.“And I’m not sorry.”
“Harsh,” Jesse decided and scooped another chip through the guac.“But since you brought the food, fair.”
“Agreed.”Adding sour cream to his fajita, Knox folded it in half.“Think Carrie will make these for us again?”
Chloe swallowed.“Maybe.Of course, she doesn’t know she made them for you this time.”
Knox lowered his tortilla.“What do you mean?”
“I kind of told her this was for a girls’ night.”
“Girls’ night?”Jesse echoed, a grin playing around his mouth.“Is that code?”
She laughed, licking at a speck of queso on the side of her thumb.“No.I told her I was spending the night with Bailey and Gwen tonight, and we wanted fajitas, and asked her if there was any place in town that served them.She said no, but she could do it.And here we are.”
“Oh.”Jesse exchanged a look with Knox.“So she thinks she made this for them?”
Chloe devoured the last bite of her fajita and started building another.“Uh-huh.”
