Gordon, Solara - Jet Lag Blues (Siren Publishing PolyAmour) (15 page)

“Now, I am committing to there being an us. No matter what happens once we walk out of this room, we’ll go on. Are you committing as well?”

Mason licked his lips and swallowed. Was he in or not? Darryl couldn’t put it any plainer. Val knew he trusted her. Each of them had taken chances. Things might not work out. Were there any certainties in life? Maybe not, but things were a hell of a lot better with friends and love. When the friends became lovers and—hmmm, what did they call themselves? Time to settle that later. Yes, he was in. All the way in.

Mason squeezed Val’s hand and grinned. Turning to Darryl, he winked. “Yes, I’m committing. All the way and wholeheartedly. Some unknowns ahead. I’m sure we’ll come out the other side intact.”

Val smiled and returned Mason’s squeeze. “I’m committing too. And leaping in knowing you’ll both catch me.” She squeezed Darryl’s hand and leaned toward him. “Love you. Pass it on.”

“Love you, too.” Darryl turned to Mason, winked and squeezed his hand. “I’m glad you’re in. Don’t worry about me jumping you. You ain’t my type. But dude, I’ve loved ya for some time. Pass it on.”

“Pass what on? That I ain’t your type? Sheesh, I think Val knows that already.” Mason laughed.

“No silly,” Val burst out in between snickers. “Pass on the love.”

Mason took a deep breath. He looked at Darryl. A quick peek at Val showed she watched him as intently as Darryl did. “New territory, for sure. You aren’t my type either. Val is for sure, though. I love you, too, man. I’m passing it on.”

Mason leaned to Val, blew her a kiss, and spoke. “I love you. Let’s keep the energy flowing together and apart. In pairs and as three.”

Chapter Nineteen

Darryl leaned toward Val. “Is the circle complete, or does it overlap?”

Val turned to him. “I love you both.” She smiled at Mason.

Mason smiled back and raised their joined hands. “Let it be known from this day forward we are family.”

“Agreed,” Darryl called out.

“I second,” Val said. Loosening her hand from Darryl’s, she covered her mouth, yawning.

“Stop that.” Mason started yawning, too. “Lord, I don’t know why I’m so tired.”

Darryl looked past Val. “We’ve been talking for a couple of hours. Considering how late we were up last night, I’m not surprised. I could sleep ten more hours.”

Val stretched out on her stomach, propping her chin in her hands. “I wonder if a nap is a good idea. I’m so sleepy my eyes keep closing. Even with two cups of coffee, I’m having a hard time staying focused.”

Mason edged off the bed and stood. He stretched and bent over. Val gave her best wolf whistle.

Mason straightened back up. “Uh-huh. Too sleepy to stay awake to talk more. Awake enough to ogle my ass.”

Darryl snickered. “I forgot to tell you Val can be a female sex hound. Not that that is bad, you know.”

Mason sighed and folded his arms across his chest. In his best miffed-female voice, he said, “I’m not your plaything. I have feelings, too.”

Val clapped her hand over her mouth. Eeks and giggles spilled forth regardless. Darryl stood and camped as he walked over to Mason, stopping as he reached Mason’s side.

“Me, too, girlfriend. We’re more than play toys or sex objects.” Darryl tried batting his eyes at Val.

Val rolled to her side, wrapping her arms around her waist. Tears began falling the harder she laughed. “Ooh—ohh, please stop,” she gasped in between peals of laughter. “My sides hurt.”

Darryl trotted around the bed and grabbed her ankle. He started tickling her foot. Mason leapt on the bed, bouncing them together. He stuck his hand down the front of her robe.

“Say uncle and we’ll stop.” Mason began working his free hand up and down her ribs, poking and tickling.

Darryl looked up. “Don’t make it easy on her. She lit the fire. Now let’s see if she’s game to put it out.”

“Fire,” Val gasped, gulping in air. “What fire?”

“This one.” Mason slid his hand down her hip, pausing to lightly smack her ass. “And the one burning here.” He combed his fingers through her pubic hair, nestling them between her legs.

“Oh, yeah,” Darryl offered. “I can feel the heat off this one, too.” He trailed his fingers up her calf, circling her knee and walked them up tight to her pussy. “Need some help, Mason, banking that fire?”

Val squirmed, spreading her legs wider. Mason traced the edge of her nether lips until he encountered wetness. Darryl’s hand brushed his. “Help is welcomed. I think this is a two-alarm fire. Needs two men to put it out.”

Darryl caressed the cleft of her ass cheeks moving higher until his fingers stroked opposite Mason’s. “I agree. You take the top half, and I’ll work the bottom. We’ll meet somewhere in the middle.”

Mason worked his way backward until he reached Val’s waist. Removing his hand from between her legs, he turned sideways and stretched out beside Val. He cupped one breast. Grazing his thumb across her tight nipple, he worked the cloth of her robe back and forth over it.

Val groaned, rocking her hips from side to side. “I’m boiling.”

Darryl eased his other hand between her legs and worked her nether lips apart. Pearls of sweet cream dotted her pink moistness. Near her clit, two large wet patches stood out. Darryl leaned closer and blew.

He blew up and down her exposed flesh, ensuring no part missed his hot breath. “Let’s ramp the heat up more, darlin’.”

Darryl sprawled amid her spread legs and lapped.

* * * *

“Oh—my—God,” Val groaned. She clenched and unclenched her hands. Mason’s warm breath feathered up her neck and across her chin.

Opening her eyes, she saw his amused grin. “Hot in there?” he asked, plucking at her robe’s collar.

Val opened her mouth. Mason slipped his finger in as she tried to speak. “Ssh-hh,” he began. “Feel. Nods and moans.”

Val inhaled and moaned, “Yess.”

Mason’s smile grew. “Let’s see what’s under here.” He fingered the button closest to him. “Gonna help me?”

Val reached up and pushed Mason’s hands aside. She undid two before Mason’s hand covered hers. “I appreciate the eagerness. Now let me enjoy unwrapping the surprise.”

Val giggled. “See–een it,” she panted, bunching material in her hand.

“Darryl getting to you?” Mason worked his hand beneath the material. He found what he sought. Val’s nipple pebbled harder under his rubbing palm.

Val rolled her head from side to side. Moans grew in pitch and fervor as he stroked. Mason glanced over his shoulder. Darryl’s gaze met his.

Darryl motioned with his hand, indicating they change places. Mason nodded. He brushed his lips over Val’s cheek and whispered, “Time for your sweet pussy to drain me dry.”

Darryl patted Val’s leg as he rose up on one elbow. “For sure, darlin’. I want to feel those hot lips and eager tongue-lapping me into bliss.”

Darryl worked his way to the edge of the bed. He stood and stretched. “Mason, I’ll get you a condom if you’ll finish undressing Val.”

“Deal,” Mason stated over his shoulder. “Shall we strip for her or her strip us?”

* * * *

Darryl snorted at Mason’s screwy smirk before he turned back to Val.

“Eh, us for her. Faster and easier.” Darryl hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts.

“Hey, I can’t see, so nothing better be bared,” Val quipped, raising her head.

“Oh, now you’re calling directions,” Darryl challenged, walking to the table. He retrieved a condom from the open box and returned to bed.

Tapping Mason’s shoulder, Darryl leaned over Val. “I think it’s not nice to talk with your mouth full. That is if you want it full of this.” He shoved his shorts down on one side. His cock popped out, hard and erect.

* * * *

Val rubbed her lips together. Having Mason and Darryl focusing on her, pleasuring her together was good. Last night they’d worked together to bring pleasure and bliss to all. Her internal temperature went up several degrees every time she thought about watching Mason jack off. Darryl had reacted to her reaction. She’d gotten turned on watching Mason. She wondered how much Darryl had been affected. How did Mason like being the exhibitionist and Darryl the voyeur? Darryl hinted at Mason’s voyeur side several months back. If Mason’s hard-on was any indicator, he’d enjoyed the view last night, too.

“Oh, your cock is beautiful,” Val murmured and leaned toward Darryl. “I think the poor mindless darling needs a kiss.”

Darryl rocked back and forth, teasing Val each time he got close to her. “Might need some cooling down, too.”

Mason snorted. “Heat seems to be catching.” He pulled Val’s hand to his crotch. “I could use some attention.”

Val softly fondled Mason through his shorts while she reached for Darryl. “Got a question for you both.”

Darryl stopped mid-rock, allowing her to grasp him. Fondling both, she glanced at each. Val inhaled and popped the question. “How turned are you watching each other? Male-male sex is a huge turn-on for women. I know you aren’t bi, but it gets me hot thinking about you watching each other and digging it.”

* * * *

Darryl looked from Val to Mason. Another round of truth or dare? In the middle of having sex? Yet, Val had a point. How much did watching and knowing the person fit into the mix?

“I’m not sure how much is a turn-on and how much is compersion.” Darryl smiled and shoved his shorts down his hips.

“Compersion?” Val stroked him from his balls to the top of his cockhead, milking several pre-cum drops out on to the tip. Rubbing her fingers over and around him, she covered his tip with the fluid.

Mason’s low groan caught their attention. Val smiled and eased her hand up the leg of his shorts. Cupping his balls, she held them.

“Compersion is basically that I’m happy and enjoy seeing you with Mason and being well loved both emotionally and physically. That’s my understanding of it.” Darryl thrust back and forth through Val’s hand, lubricating himself with his wetness.

Mason sighed and tugged at his shorts. “Got to get out of these. If my balls get much tighter, I’m gonna explode. Watching you touch Darryl is one hell of a turn on for me. As well as knowing he’s enjoying it gets me hornier by the moment.”

Val raised her head and kissed Mason’s leg. “Poor baby. You are a true voyeur at heart. I think you got a bit of exhibitionist in here, too.” Val grabbed one side of his shorts and pulled. The head of his cock peeked out over the waistband of his shorts.

Darryl grunted as Val squeezed on her stroke down toward his balls. “Easy, babe. Much more and I’m gonna blast all over. Not in your mouth as I want.”

“Oh, no.” Val dropped her hand. “I want to taste you. So I’ll stop.”

Darryl groaned and fondled his cock. “Damn, woman, don’t let go so blasted fast. I almost fell forward.”

Val tittered and stuck out her tongue. “If your center of balance is that precarious, I hope you don’t trip over your own two feet getting off the bed.”

* * * *

Mason tried to slide off the bed and pull off his shorts at the same time. His grunt and
oh fuck
got Val and Darryl’s attention. “So much for getting these off and keeping Val boiling.”

He tossed the condom packet on the bed and placed both feet on the floor. As he stood, he glanced up. Darryl’s gaze swept over him as though he sized Mason up. Mason swallowed and grinned. “Now look, I’m not sure what’s going through your head but right now I say let’s keep Val steaming.”

Darryl laughed. “Not what you think, dude. I’m looking at how men can be so similar to each other, and yet there are differences that turns a woman on that we don’t see or notice. And besides I like watching you two doing it.”

Mason nodded, grinned, and shucked his shorts. “I know what you mean. I caught myself comparing us and wondering what Val saw in you over me until we got together. Now I get what you’re talking about. Guess we do look at women the same way.”

Val snorted and added her view. “Damn straight. Women do it to each other, too. Straight, bi, or lesbian, we size each other up if we think there is competition. Why still baffles me.”

Mason tore open the condom packet and knelt between Val’s legs. “For now, sweetie, think about how you’re going to keep us satisfied for the next ten minutes or so. I want to feel you coming all over me as you get me off.”

Darryl slipped his hands under Val’s shoulders and helped her sit up. “Raise your arms. I want you naked. If I dribble, I want that on you. Not your robe.”

Mason straddled Val’s leg and leaned forward. “With help we get back to the hot stuff that much faster.”

Val lifted her arms, found herself sans robe and an itchy blanket. Rubbing her arms briskly, she looked from Darryl to Mason. Both uniquely different and yet, they shared similar qualities. She loved each of them for diverse reasons.

“Now that’s more like it,” Mason whispered, running his hands over Val as he moved back. “Oh, baby. Val, play with your tits for me.”

Darryl licked his thumb and forefinger. Reaching over Val’s shoulder, he twisted and tweaked her nipple. “Copy my moves with your other one,” he urged, leaning closer to her neck.