Anita Blake 23 - Jason (15 page)

Nathaniel cried out, his body spasming, arms and legs straining, pulling at the ropes that held him down. The muscles in his arms and chest swelled as his body fought against the ropes, and the orgasm spilled his head back, bowing his back, so that his body half rose off the bed as far as the ropes and my body would allow.

He fell back against the bed, and I collapsed on top of him, feeling the frantic beats of our hearts in my chest. It was like I was lying on top of water that held a drumbeat of his heart, the pulse of his body, and between one beat and the next I fell through. The shields that kept us apart from each other vanished, and suddenly I felt my wrists and ankles bound with rope, hair spilling across my face, but it was a rougher texture than Nathaniel’s hair, and curly feels different against your face than straight. I was feeling my hair flung across his face. I felt “my” body inside hers, growing soft, that afterglow of release helping everything be loose and melting, as if some tension that was always there were gone, and I could finally relax deeply and completely.

I don’t know what Nathaniel felt from me in those few moments of intermingling, but I raised my head enough to feel the curly hair brush and then move from my hair, as I looked both up at my own face and down at his at the same time, so it was like being in two places at once, and then I was back inside myself, and Nathaniel blinked up at me. I wondered if I looked as startled as he did. I came back with his feelings and it was just an amazingly happy contentment, and I knew he’d gotten the same from me. I’d been told by Jean-Claude that my thoughts after sex were—not. It was one of the few times my thoughts quieted, calmed; it was the closest I got to meditating. No wonder I liked sex.

We stared at each other. “Wow,” I whispered.

He smiled. “Always,” he whispered back.

I smiled back. “Always.”

It was one of those magical romantic moments, but we weren’t alone in the room, and the other couple hadn’t had their romantic moment yet. J.J. said, “Jason, come here.” She was holding her arms out to him.

He crawled toward her over the bed and put that extra sway into the movement, so he seemed to have more muscles and vertebrae than a human could possibly have.

“Untie me,” Nathaniel said, “want to hold you.”

“I would if my lower body worked right now.”

He smiled, very happy with himself at a job well done.

Jason changed the direction of his crawl and went back to the ropes around Nathaniel’s right ankle. “Get his wrists,” he said.

“I kind of liked the idea of him still tied up while we fucked,” she said.

Jason hesitated in the midst of untying Nathaniel, and then laughed. “You can’t stay tied up forever without muscle cramps, or just getting cold.”

“Oh, okay, that makes sense,” she said.

“You’re thinking something,” Jason said, and I knew he wasn’t talking to either Nathaniel or me.

“Honestly?” she said.

“Yes,” he said.

I turned my head enough on Nathaniel’s chest to be able to watch them. I could only see J.J.’s face and the back of Jason’s body. Whatever he saw in her expression, it was lost to me; I didn’t know her well enough to interpret it.

“What?” Nathaniel whispered.

I whispered back, “Not sure.”

“I’m sorry the group sex is over. I had forgotten how much I fucking love to just watch.”

“Would you rather watch than have sex?” he asked.

“I’m so hot from seeing it all, and what I have done, it’s been amazing, and I want, need, to have sex.”

“Me, too,” Jason said, “but . . .” and he left the sentence unfinished so she could finish it.

“But,” she said with a little smile, “I’m sorry that Anita and Nathaniel are done.”

Nathaniel turned his head sort of up and backward to see her. “We don’t have to be done.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“He’s multiorgasmic,” Jason said, and there was no trace of envy, or negative anything, it was just a fact.

Her eyes went a little wide. “Really?”

“Really,” Jason said.

“After everything you and Anita just did, and you could go again, this soon?” J.J. said.

“Untie me and let me hold Anita for a few minutes, and yes.”

She gave him a speculative look and turned to me. “Really?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Impressive, especially for a guy,” she said.

“He is impressive,” I said, and smiled, “and the two of them together are an awesome combination.”

Jason turned to flash me a grin; Nathaniel bent at the neck, so I moved into the kiss he offered.

“I’d like to watch the three of you together one more time, and then when we split into couples, I’d like to go down on Anita.”

“That leaves us with nothing to do,” Jason said, “and if I have to watch any more girl-on-girl action without getting some action of my own, I’m going to cry.”

She laughed. “So you and Nathaniel don’t”—she made a vague waffling motion with her hand—“touch each other?”

They looked at each other. “We’ll touch during sex if we need to steady each other,” Jason said.

“You have high-fived each other over me, when you were particularly pleased with yourselves,” I said.

J.J. laughed. “Really?”

“More than once,” I said, and smiled. It had been a very guy moment, and almost ruined the afterglow for me the first time. Now I understood that it was the same as other male best friends high-fiving over a football win, or anything else they were interested in; sex and dancing just happened to be the two areas they had most in common. Once you gave up the idea that sex was different from any other hobby, it made perfect sense.

“Nathaniel and I are just best friends, no benefits.”

“Even though Nathaniel is bisexual,” she said.

“His bisexuality doesn’t affect my sexuality,” Jason said.

“But you’ve been with men.”

“I’ve tried it, and it’s just not my thing, but even if I were more heteroflexible than I am, it wouldn’t make Nathaniel and me lovers.”

“Why not?” she asked.

He looked back at Nathaniel. They had a long look between them, and it was Nathaniel who said, “We’re best friends, and you can’t be best friends if you’re fucking each other. It messes up the friendship.”

“Some couples are best friends,” she said.

“No,” Nathaniel said, “once you love each other like that, you can’t be true best friends.”

“Best friends are who you bitch to about your lovers,” Jason said. “Can’t do that if your best friend is your lover. It gets in the way.”

She looked from one to the other of them. “So you two have never . . .”

“No,” Nathaniel said.

“Nope,” Jason said.

“I’ve never been around two men this comfortable with each other about sex and not have them be ex-lovers . . . I take it back, I’ve never been around two men this sexually comfortable around each other, even if they were ex-lovers.”

“If we’d been lovers we probably wouldn’t be this comfortable,” Nathaniel said.

She nodded, and again I could see her thinking, just not quite what she was thinking about. I was pretty sure it was something sexual and/or relationship based, but that was my only guess.

“I’d like to have some sexual contact with Anita, oral if she’ll agree, but I guess it’s not fair to make you keep watching, sweetums,” she said, smiling at Jason.

“I like to watch, more than Jason does,” Nathaniel said.

“I’d love to look up the line of Anita’s body while Jason mouth-fucked her.” She closed her eyes, her body spasming with the thought that she said next: “Watching his ass go up and down, his dick going in and out of her mouth while I ate her out would be incredible.”

“Agreed,” Nathaniel said.

“Mouth-fucking is something very specific,” I said, “and not always my favorite thing unless I let the
ardeur
out of the box, and I don’t think that would be a good idea for the four of us.”

“But you are great at deep-throating,” J.J. said.

“That’s different from mouth-fucking,” I said.

She looked puzzled.

“You really haven’t been with that many men, have you?”

“Not in a decade, and honestly, high school boys just didn’t interest me that much, except for Jason.”

“I’m not saying no to vigorous oral sex from Jason, but unless I’m in the right mood, mouth-fucking is sort of an endurance sport, and it might distract me enough that I will take a long time to go from oral myself.”

“I’m not sure I understand the difference between deep-throating and mouth-fucking, and maybe you can demonstrate sometime, but anything that makes you not go from me going down on you is a no. I want you and me to enjoy it.”

“I think I’ll be enjoying myself, too,” Jason said with a grin.

“Okay, Anita is busy at both ends, and Jason and I don’t have sex together, so we’re out of places for me to go,” Nathaniel said.

She looked down, and I realized she was blushing. “Not completely out of places.”

“No hinting, honeybunch,” Jason said, “we have to be very clear on this. Are you saying that Nathaniel could have actual sex with you?”

She nodded.

“Gotta say it out loud, J.J., no misunderstandings.”

“If everyone is okay with it, I’d like to try”—she blushed harder, and then went pale—“having intercourse with Nathaniel.”

Jason grinned. “I’m okay with it.”

“Really?” she asked, looking up at him.

He nodded. “Really.”

“So we’re going to daisy-chain us all,” I said.

“Maybe, or maybe we’ll just break into couples again,” J.J. said.

“But you with Nathaniel and me with Jason,” I said.

She nodded, not looking at us, and then finally darted a glance at me. I don’t know what she expected to see, but whatever she saw seemed to reassure her, because she said, “Yes, if that’s okay with you?”

I smiled. “It’s okay with me.”

“Really?”

“Really,” I said.

She looked at Nathaniel. “Are you okay with it?”

Nathaniel turned his face so she couldn’t see his expression, but I got to watch him fight for a more neutral look before he turned his head back so he could see her. “Yes, very yes. Someone untie me.”

“Just say it,” Jason said, smiling.

“What?” J.J. asked.

“Nathaniel, just say, ‘not only yes, but hell yes’!”

Nathaniel grinned and finally said with a laugh, “What you said. Now someone please untie me so we can do this.”

We untied him.

I
LAY DOWN
propped on pillows, so my head was already raised to look down the line of my body, and another pillow under my ass, so that J.J. didn’t get a crick in her neck. She lay down, her hands petting along my thighs and looking down at my body. “God, you’re beautiful,” she said, and I realized she wasn’t looking at my face, or breasts, and I didn’t think anyone had ever complimented that part of me in quite that way. I wasn’t sure what to say, so I settled for, “Thank you.”

She looked up, letting her gaze go slowly up the line of my body, lingering on my breasts and settling on my face, meeting my eyes. The expression on her face was eager, serious, almost hungry in its heat.

“It’s been a while since you got to be with someone besides your girlfriend, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” she said, and lowered her face to kiss the side of my hip, as she kept that intent eye contact.

“I don’t think monogamy is your gig,” I said, and my breath sped a little as she kissed a little more to the middle of my, um, hip.

“No,” she said, and laid another soft kiss over the mound of me, and then she licked just around the edge of me. It made me catch my breath. “Oh, you’re going to be fun,” she said.

“Yes, yes she is,” Jason said. It made us both look at him and Nathaniel on the side of the bed watching us. Jason didn’t look sexual, he looked happy, content, just comfortable and happy. Nathaniel’s face held more heat.

J.J. plunged her tongue lower, and it made me look at her, eyes wide. She gave me that grin that reminded me so much of Jason and then settled her mouth between my legs and began to explore. That was the only word I had for it; she ran her tongue along each fold and watched me react.

“You’re seeing what works, aren’t you?” I asked, a little breathless.

She rose up enough to say, “Yes, I want to see what your body reacts to, before the men join us, so I can be sure it’s my tongue that’s making your body jump and not something they’ve done.”

“Sounds reasonable,” I said.

She grinned again, half her smile hidden by my body. “Reasonable, I don’t want reasonable.”

“What do you want?” I asked.

“You screaming your orgasm for me.”

I laughed, sort of startled. “Confident, aren’t you?”

“Yep,” she said, and put her mouth where her brag was; of course, if you’re really that good, it’s not bragging, it’s just fact.

J.J. was good. She’d signaled the men in when she said, “I know where most of the buttons and switches are now; come help make her eyes roll back into her head.”

I might have protested the wording, but she did something with her tongue that totally distracted me. Jason’s face was above me, smiling. He kissed me, gently, and whispered, “Thank you.”

I started to say, “My pleasure,” but J.J. did something that made me cry out and try to look down at her at the same time. Jason laughed, and when I was lying back on the pillows again without spasming, he got on his knees with one leg on either side of my chest. He was nude, his shorts lost while my attention had been on J.J. I looked up the line of his body. He was already partially erect, but I didn’t reach for that. I cupped the warm looseness of his balls, rolling them gently in one hand. He closed his eyes for me, and then J.J. made my whole body spasm and I had to let go of him very suddenly. My hand could safely spasm on the shaft of him, but the rest was too delicate for what my body was doing.

I said, “Oh, God.”

Jason laughed.

I wrapped my hand around the shaft of him and squeezed, just enough to stop the laughter and make him shudder above me. J.J. stopped licking and started sucking, and my body spasmed for her, my hand clinching and shaking around Jason’s body. He gave a soft cry, and when he looked down at me again his eyes were wild, eager.