Mike looked down at her, away from the sports commentator on the television screen. “I know you do, baby, but you can do it.”
“Yeah,” she said, as resolutely as she could when she felt like a big, clingy marshmallow. “I have to put my foot down.”
“That’s the spirit.”
“On Monday, I’ll put my foot down on Monday. Right now, I just want to cuddle.”
Mike chuckled, the low laughter shaking his body deliciously. “Fair enough.”
They lay together in silence after that, Mike watching sports and Julia burrowing into his side.
It felt good. Almost like being by herself. No pressure, no expectations, no worries.
She wanted more evenings like this. She wanted them so much it almost hurt.
An hour passed, and Julia had almost dozed off when she heard the front door of their apartment open and close.
“We’re in here, Drayton,” she called out immediately, feeling guilty again for not missing Drayton. At all.
Mike had tensed up at the first sound of Drayton’s entrance, but he relaxed again immediately. He didn’t remove his arm from around her, and she couldn’t bring herself to undrape herself from his side. But she lifted her head and smiled when Drayton’s lean figure appeared in the doorway. “Hi. I thought you’d be working all night again.”
“No. I couldn’t concentrate.” Drayton glanced between the television and the bed. “Are you really watching sports?” he asked incredulously.
“Mike is. I’m just cuddling.”
“So I see.”
That worried her at first, but Drayton’s voice sounded more amused than it did jealous or bitter. So she relaxed. “You can cuddle too.”
Drayton laughed, low and sexy. “Now there’s an invitation that’s too tempting to refuse.”
“Are you mocking me?” she asked, half-amused and half-suspicious. Drayton seemed very much like his old self tonight, which was both comforting and confusing.
“It sounded that way to me,” Mike said, no particular nuance in his tone.
Drayton laughed again and adjusted the six candles on the nightstand, lighting them before he slipped off his shoes. “You two are far too suspicious. As if I would be so base as to mock someone as important to me as Julia.”
Julia beamed at the off-handed compliment and was feeling almost happy as Drayton toed off his shoes and then got into the bed with her and Mike. She scooted over until Drayton lifted his arm to pull her against him. “So you couldn’t focus on work?”
“No. No use trying to shoot pictures when you lack vision and focus.” He sounded natural, but he seemed a little distracted as he adjusted her body so it was draped against his.
Mike hadn’t objected to her pulling out of his embrace, and he was now staring at the television again.
“What was distracting you?” Julia asked, playing with the buttons on his shirt.
“Nothing particular.”
Drayton tilted her face up so he could kiss her. She responded happily, caressing his mouth with her tongue, until his kiss became more urgent and passionate.
She pulled away gently, giving him a couple of last, soft kisses. She was tired, and cuddling was all she felt like doing this evening.
She turned on her side, nestling her back and bottom against Drayton and reaching out to stroke Mike’s chest. “We haven’t spent an evening together in a while.”
Mike turned his head. “What about your pampering session on Monday?”
“Oh. Yeah. I hadn’t thought about that.” She hadn’t considered that evening a normal evening with her guys, since they’d both been so focused on pleasing her. Tonight felt more natural—and it gave her hope that everything in their relationship wasn’t about to collapse after all.
She had plenty of reasons to worry, and there was no question that they had issues to deal with. But she could handle all of that if there was hope that things could get better.
Drayton chuckled and started to slowly stroke down Julia’s side, his fingers flitting over her thigh and hip and dipping into the curve at her waist. “Nice to know the evening made such an impact on you.”
“You know how much it meant to me,” she said hurriedly. “But it was special. I meant a normal night together.”
“So this is normal?” Drayton’s tone was light, and his hand slid impertinently forward, brushing against her nipple through her cotton tank.
His touch felt good—she’d always liked how he couldn’t keep his hands off her—but it also sent a few tingles of arousal to her pussy. And she didn’t have the energy for that tonight. So she slanted him a teasing smile over her shoulder and moved his hand from her breast to her waist.
He didn’t object, just caressed down toward her thigh again, lingering on the curve of her butt.
“When are you going to finish up that project you’re working on?” Mike asked, his eyes cutting from the football recap to Drayton’s face.
“Soon I hope. The end is in sight.” Drayton’s voice was muffled now because he’d leaned forward to nuzzle at Julia’s neck. His hand had become more presumptuous as well. He’d slid it along the crest of her bottom and was now edging it in between her legs so he could rub her pussy through her pajama pants.
Mike’s gaze drifted down to the way Drayton was caressing her, and something grew hard in the normally lazy brown eyes. “She said she didn’t feel like sex tonight.”
“I know,” Drayton acknowledged, skillfully parting her intimate folds enough—even through the fabric—to find her clit. “I’m hoping I can change her mind.”
Julia gave a little gasp as a jolt of pleasure resulted from his purposeful massage. She’d unconsciously lifted her top leg enough to give him better access to her pussy.
“Instead of trying to turn her on, you might just respect her wishes.” Mike clearly wasn’t happy. His eyes were narrowed and his muscles had tensed.
Julia could feel the undercurrents of confrontation rippling out from him, and she could feel them from Drayton too as he pointedly replied, “How very self-righteous of you. If she objects, I’m sure she’ll let me know.”
Mike opened his mouth to reply, clearly bristling with aggressive annoyance, but Julia interrupted him. “There’s no reason to argue.”
If she hadn’t felt she had the energy for sex, she definitely didn’t have the energy to put up with an argument between the two men—particularly since she was terrified one more argument would tear down the last threads holding them together. So she automatically chose the more palatable of the possibilities.
“Maybe I do feel like sex after all.” She turned back to Drayton, who was still deftly rubbing her clit. “With Mike sprawled out all sexy like that and you being so persuasive.”
He smiled irresistibly, obviously pleased with her decision, and he leaned forward to kiss her again—deep and open-mouthed.
She already felt exhausted when she pulled away from the kiss, breathless and overly warm. But her body was starting to react to his touch, and sex with these two men was never a chore.
Mike lay on his side, with his head propped on one hand, and the scrutiny in his eyes was sharp and questioning.
“It’s fine, Mike,” she said hoarsely, smiling at him encouragingly. “I want to now. I want both of you. Really.”
His bristling lessened palpably, but the scrutiny didn’t disappear from his eyes. If he thought for even a moment that she was doing this unwillingly, he would yank Drayton off her—by force, if necessary.
Julia could see it clearly—the worst possible thing that could happen between the two men, between the three of them. An argument that had the potential to become physical. Violent.
Drayton didn’t seem like he was going anywhere, but Mike…
She knew—she absolutely knew—that it wouldn’t take much to make Mike walk out the door, and that was something she couldn’t stand.
So she wasn’t unwilling at the moment, after all. She wanted to do this. She wanted to
bring the three of them together, keep them together, in any way she could.
If sex could do it, then she wanted sex. No matter how tired she was.
She let Drayton roll her over onto her back and kiss his way down her neck and collarbone. He mouthed one of her breasts through her tank top, moistening the cotton as he sucked and fluttered his tongue. Julia inhaled sharply and arched up into his mouth as she felt corresponding tugs of pleasure between her legs.
Drayton pulled off her pajama pants and panties as he suckled her breast, and then he raised his face so he could slide off her tank.
She lay between the two men naked, feeling slightly chilled by the cool air of the room—the sensation all the more startling because of the contrast with the developing heat of her pussy.
Reaching a hand out to Mike, Julia moaned deep in her throat as her arousal deepened and heightened. “Mike,” she gasped. “I need you too.”
She couldn’t stand for Mike to be left out—or to take himself out of their lovemaking. If this was to bring them together, then all three of them needed to participate.
She didn’t want any of this without Mike.
He took her hand and held it in his large one—and there was something strong and supportive in the feel of his warm grasp. He brought her hand up to his lips and pressed a kiss into her palm, an oddly sweet gesture to experience as Drayton was sliding three fingers into her slippery channel.
“You’re aroused now,” Drayton murmured, his green eyes hot and possessive. “Aren’t you?” To answer his own question, he pumped his fingers a few times, curling them up to hit her g-spot.
Julia bucked her hips in response, whimpering a wordless affirmation.
Drayton readjusted their bodies, lounging back against the pillows and then pulling Julia between his legs so she was leaning backward against his chest. He took her breasts in both hands and fondled them deliciously, as Julia splayed her legs apart wantonly.
She’d dropped Mike’s hand as Drayton had rearranged their positions, but now she fumbled for it again. “Mike, please.”
He squeezed her hand and said thickly, “What do you want, baby?”
“I want you to—” She broke off as Drayton pinched both of her nipples at once, shooting a sharp jolt of pleasured pain through her. She squirmed helplessly. Her arousal had built too quickly, and she didn’t have the energy or focus to deal with the torturous sensations for long. “Oh, God, I want to come. Mike, I need to come.”
He responded immediately to her pleas, moving over to kneel between her legs, and then to lean over so his mouth was in place near her swollen, intimate flesh.
“Yeah!” she gasped, as he lifted her bottom in his strong hands to give him better access. “Yeah, please.”
Drayton continued stroking and twirling her breasts, driving her wild with agonized pleasure. She knew he was watching Mike’s mouth between her legs, and—as always—his watching heightened her own arousal.
She tried to hold her pelvis still so Mike could lick and suck at her clit and pussy. But she was twisting and writhing with eagerness, and she couldn’t seem to stop.
She cried out as she felt his tongue slide into her, and then cried out again at a particularly deft twist of her nipples from Drayton’s fingers. She felt pulled apart by the intense sensations, in two directions at once.
“He’s tasting how wet you are,” Drayton murmured erotically in her ear. “How much you want this. I love to watch him eat you.”
“Yeah!” She tried desperately to keep her hips still. “Please, please.”
Mike didn’t tease her like he sometimes did—drawing the pleasure out intentionally. He moved quickly to her clit—rolling his tongue around it deliciously and then closing his lips down to suck.
“We’re going to make you come so hard,” Drayton said. “You’re going to scream.”
“Uh huh,” she mumbled, feeling her orgasm build quickly now that Mike was applying sustained stimulation to her clit. Her arms had flown up toward Drayton’s head behind her, clawing at his neck, his shoulders, anything she could find to sink her fingernails into.
Drayton bit down hard on her neck—the shock of superficial pain shattering the coiling pressure of her orgasm.
She came hard, crying out as the waves of pleasure surprised her. She bucked helplessly, trying to press her pussy harder against Mike’s face to intensify the stimulation. And then she was washed with a flood of physical satisfaction and exhaustion as she came down.
Gasping, she lolled against Drayton’s chest—hoping the men were ready to come too. She wasn’t sure how many orgasms like that she could handle tonight.
The television was still on, the sports’ commentators sounding loud and incongruous against the heavy breathing and soft squeaking of the bed.
“Why don’t you get on your hands and knees,” Drayton suggested, with the sexy authority that she’d always found kind of thrilling.
She did as he instructed immediately, relieved because doggie style usually meant the end of foreplay.
Mike had straightened up and was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Drayton knelt on the bed—but he stayed beside Julia instead of moving behind her. He was still fully dressed—rumpled, aroused, and incredibly hot.
Julia tried to push her hair back—annoyed with the way it kept sticking to her cheeks—by rubbing her face against one of her bare shoulders. “Isn’t someone going to fuck me?” she asked.
“Not yet.” Drayton gave her a decidedly predatory smile. Then he stroked her back, gently pushing her shoulders and head down toward the bed, leaving just her bottom in the air. He squeezed her ass cheeks, caressed them, and then squeezed them again.
Then he startled her with a quick, hard spank.
She cried out in surprise and sudden pleasure, her cheeks burning in response.
They all knew Julia occasionally enjoyed being spanked. They’d had fun of that kind more than once—although always when Julia was feeling more energetic, adventurous, and sexy.
She was about to suggest they save the spanking for another day when she looked back over her shoulder and saw Mike glaring narrow-eyed at Drayton.
While she wasn’t exactly sure what had prompted the renewed antagonism, she wasn’t about to encourage it.
“Again,” she gasped, holding the position Drayton had put her in.
He spanked her again, and she whimpered at the resulting clench of her pussy.
Mike had turned to look at her with a jerk of his head, and—while he was clearly aroused—he now also appeared slightly confused.
“You like that?” Drayton murmured, although from her response to the warm smack on her ass, it must have been obvious that she did.
At the next spank, Julia felt herself grow even wetter, the moisture leaking out of her entrance and sliding down her inner thigh. She was flushed all the way down her face, her neck, and her chest.
Drayton rubbed her bottom, still tingling from the light pain. “Ask me for more.”
The irrational guilt at enjoying such a thing only intensified her arousal. She buried her face in the covers beneath her and mumbled out, “More. Please, more.”
He spanked her several more times, and each one caused her need and pleasure to grow until she was pushing her bottom up to meet his hand at each smack.
But the undignified position and the torturous need developing at her center was almost more than she could handle tonight. Nearly sobbing out her helpless desire, she pleaded, “Mike. Mike, make me come.”
To her infinite relief, she felt a new pair of hands on her flesh. He gentle caressed her reddened ass before he slipped one hand down along the crease to her sopping wet pussy.
He penetrated her with two fingers, the stronger stimulation causing her to make an embarrassing, mewling sound of relief.
“Yeah,” she begged. “Fuck me with your fingers.”
He did—pumping his fingers against her slippery inner walls while Drayton resumed his rhythm of spanks
.
Between the delicious pain and the rhythmic strokes of Mike’s fingers, Julia’s orgasm spiraled up fast and hard. She shook her whole body shamelessly as the pressure tightened, and then screamed helplessly into the covers as she came.
Her pussy clenched around Mike’s fingers ruthlessly, and her clit spasmed intensely, even though it wasn’t being touched.
When Mike pulled out his fingers, coated liberally with her juices, and Drayton gave her tingling bottom one last stroke, Julia collapsed back onto the bed. She felt like she might pass out, and neither of the men had come yet. “God,” she gasped. “Oh, God. Someone else better come soon.”
Mike’s lips twisted slightly in brief responding amusement, and then he stretched out next to her and pulled her into a leisurely kiss.
There was something both bracing and comforting in his embrace, and Julia clung to him with her arms and her lips.
She felt better after a minute, better enough to respond when Drayton said in his most erotic husky drawl, “Let me see you ride him now.”
Mike didn’t pull out of the kiss, but he let her push him over onto his back and splay her legs out over his hips. With a reluctant moan, Julia tore her mouth away from his so she could sit up and line her groin up above his.
He was fully erect—big and hard beneath her hands—and he released a thick groan as she stroked his cock. Then he held himself in place with one hand as she lowered herself over him, her pussy sheathing him with slippery ease.
Her cheeks still blazed from her effort and pleasure earlier, and she was still intensely conscious of her sensitized bottom. But she’d mostly caught her breath, so she was able to start moving rhythmically over Mike with a slow slide of her hips. The motion caused Mike’s cock to rub lusciously against her inner walls, and both of them moaned at the sensations.
Mike held her by the hips, gripping handfuls of her flesh and helping to guide her motion.
Drayton watched, giving his cock a few squeezes before he said, “That’s right. Let me see you ride him.”
His voice and the knowledge of how he was watching her made Julia’s pussy clench with an automatic thrill of pleasure. Mike jerked and huffed out in response, bucking up slightly from the bed.