Gordon, Solara - Jet Lag Blues (Siren Publishing PolyAmour) (8 page)

Mason moved firmly against her, rubbing his hard cock lightly against her ass. He didn’t quite penetrate the crack of her cheeks. Hot desire raced over her like lava escaping a volcano. Her belly tightened with need and her nether lips swelled, separating as her own wetness trickled forth. He rocked back and forth against her, imitating what he’d do sans clothes.

Longing and want threatened to claim her and pull her deeper into her own growing desire. Val rocked her hips forward, needing space to catch her breath. She sucked in air through her nose and opened her mouth to sigh. Darryl’s tongue met hers and gave chase, deepening their kiss.

Mason pulled back, tugging her toward him. Opening her eyes, she could not see beyond Darryl’s face as he continued to kiss her. Unsure where to step, she rocked forward more and made contact—contact with Darryl’s hard-on as it rested against her. He began mimicking Mason’s earlier moves, rubbing against her and rocking her tighter to him each time he pressed forward.

Unsteady and unsure where to step to right herself, Val rocked backward. Darryl met her partway back and pressed her against Mason. Sandwiched between both, they rocked her feverishly back and forth, whispering their next intentions in each ear.

Chapter
Twelve

“Imagine what this would feel like naked.” Darryl’s voice echoed, briefly breaking through their mutual desire-loaded haze.

“Uhmmm...” Mason’s less-than-enthusiastic response brought Darryl’s head up from where he nuzzled Val’s neck.

“Can I get some water?” Val managed to rasp out despite her dry throat.

Mason dropped his hands and turned sideways. “Sure, I’ll get it for you.” He started to move away when Darryl gripped his hand.

“Why do I get the feeling I’m the only one still in the mood?” He pulled back from Val, creating a slight space between them.

“Can I sit down before my knees buckle?” Val grasped Darryl’s arm and sat on the bed.

He opened his mouth to speak. Val raised her hand and shook her head no.

“Hear me out, please.” She looked at Mason. “Both of you, okay?”

Taking in their mutual nods, she continued. “I’m not cooling down or wanting to stop. But if we’re going to go through with this, I need water and two of these blasted layers gone.”

She tugged Darryl’s T-shirt off, followed by Mason’s. Down to her robe and pajamas, she stood, reaching for the waistband of her velour pants. Looking up, she caught their cat-like stares.

“What is with you two?” She tugged the waist down while keeping her robe from bunching up. Tossing the pants on a chair, she sat back down and crossed her arms.

“If you think I’m stripping more by myself, you’re wrong. We are gonna do it together and do it mutually.”

She glanced from Mason to Darryl. Darryl’s sheepish grin and nod indicated he was in. Turning back to Mason, she found him moving across the room toward the kitchenette. Was he in or out?

“Ah, Mason,” Val started, rising and going to him. “Are you okay? It’s all right to say what you’re feeling.”

He filled a glass with water and hastily drank. Refilling it, he handed it to her. “Yeah, I’m fine. Like you, the heat has dried my mouth and muddled my thoughts. I think it’s time for a bit of truth without the dare and be sure we’re all on board before we continue.”

Darryl joined them and reached for a glass. “Are you saying you’re in on continuing?”

Mason stepped aside and leaned on the counter. “Yes, I’m fine with going on. But I want to be sure we’ve agreed to it and get our unspoken fears out the way.”

“Why now?” Val refilled her glass and sat at the table sipping her water.

Darryl joined her. “Refill your glass and sit down. We’ve got a discussion going.”

Mason chuckled and sat his glass on the table. “I managed to snag a box of Nilla wafers. How about a snack while we talk?”

“I’d like to get in on that.” Val emptied her glass and handed it to Mason. “A little sweet treat to refuel. Darryl?”

“Sure, why not? A hard cock needs its strength.”

Mason grabbed the box and joined them at the table.

“You wanna know why I’m talking now and not before?” He opened the box and dumped several cookies on a paper towel.

“Well, yeah, seeing as you seemed to avoid talking to me earlier and acted aloof for the better part of the evening.” Darryl popped a cookie into his mouth.

Val snapped hers in two and bit into half. Laying the remainder on a napkin, she turned to Mason.

“I’ve gotten mixed signals from you up to the last few minutes. While I’m not privy to what you two,” she pointed to Darryl, “have talked about, I think we’ve each got some concerns we need to air before we go any further.”

Mason watched Val’s face, waiting to catch any fleeting signal before glancing at Darryl. Catching both their nods and relaxed postures, he decided to spill his guts.
        

“I don’t want to lose either of you as friends. I care about both of you and don’t want to split you up either.”

Darryl laid his hand on the table. “I understand your concerns. Maybe even fears. I’ve shared with you before and there’s been no problem. Why now?”

Mason started to shrug when Val took his hand. “Mason, don’t hold back. Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on in here.” She touched his head. “And there.” She moved her hand to his chest.

“I agree with her.” Darryl rose and placed the closed Nilla wafers box back on the counter. “I know you’ve mentioned Val’s a hottie more than once since she and I began dating.”

Mason swallowed hard and nodded. He’d started this conversation, said he was game to continue and get things out in the open, so how did he get past his fears and jeers?

Val squeezed his hand and pulled it to her lips. The soft brush of her heated lips over his knuckles made his cock jerk every time his heart throbbed. Christ, how much assurance did he need?

“Mason, spit out what you’re keeping bottled up.” Darryl patted him on his shoulder. “I know you think Val is hot. Sexy hot as you’ve said several times tonight without saying it directly. Why not admit you want her?”

“I thought I’d already done that.” Mason arched an eyebrow and squinted as he looked sideways at Darryl. He wanted to make sure he caught Val’s reaction simultaneously. Since their conversation and actions had turned candid and intimate, he hoped he wasn’t going to botch anything.

Val smiled and leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table and her chin on her hands. Nodding, she winked at him. “I picked up on your desire as we made out. Are you ready to see it through?”

“Well, experience marks us all. Last time I mentioned even a passing interest in another friend’s lady, I got a busted nose, black eye, and lost a longtime best friend. Shit, to even look at another guy’s woman with mundane thoughts is frowned upon, much less thinking about her sexually.” He diverted his gaze and toyed with his half-eaten cookie. How far had he stuck his foot in it this time?

Val released his hand and stood. Mason ducked his head and scrunched his shoulders, waiting for her to connect. Maybe if she smacked him, she’d at least let him sleep in the bed rather than on the floor.

Val leaned over and kissed his cheek. “It took a lot for you to admit that, didn’t it?”

Mason glanced from Val to Darryl. He swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and nodded. His one burning question needed an answer. The answer he needed to hear and be reassured of before he could openly acknowledge what everyone already knew. “What about us? Us as friends? As individual friends?”

Darryl gathered their glasses and moved toward the kitchenette. “Val, why don’t you go first? I’m interested in your answer as well.”

Val touched Darryl as he walked by, blowing him a kiss as he glanced to her. “I see no problems. We’ve been friends for quite a while. It’s not like we’re still getting to know each other. I’ve seen the good and bad sides of you both. And you, me. I care for both of you.”

Darryl placed their glasses in the sink and turned. “Never mind what prior fools did or what most people think. I’m not upset you find Val attractive and want to get in her pants. Thanks for the compliment and trusting both of us to share your feelings.” Darryl smiled and continued. “Stop worrying, dude. I don’t own Val and neither does she me. I’ve already said, if she wants to see others, that’s cool. I’d rather it be someone I trust and care about.”

“I concur with Darryl. Neither of us has promised the other exclusivity. You know we started out as friends with benefits and are seeing where it goes and grows from there. We’ve talked about you being an integral part of us.” Val leaned over, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and hugged him hard. “Stop worrying and enjoy. Thanks for the compliment.”

Darryl moved up behind Val, resting his hand on her shoulder. “Val, you’ve got a point. I’d guess we’ve been avoiding voicing how we feel simply because we’re in new territory. I’m comfortable with you and Mason being lovers. But honestly, if another person I barely knew broached the idea, I’m not so sure I’d tell you go for it.

“Mason,” Darryl started, pausing as he checked out Mason’s body language. His posture wasn’t as rigid as before. Darryl wet his lips and finished his thought. “Our friendship—yours and mine—is solid. I’m happy to share Val with you. Or have Val share us.”

Mason’s gaze caught his. His nostrils flared as he inhaled. He parted his lips as though he wanted to respond. How much reassurance did he need?

Val reached out and clasped Mason’s wrist. “Mason, friendship is not without choices and chances, even risks. I know being vulnerable and open from your past experiences isn’t easy. Your friendship with me is just as solid as yours and Darryl’s is.”

* * * *

Mason nodded and moved his shoulders from side to side. He tugged his wrist free from Val’s hand. Words only backed actions so far. Actions did the rest. The time had come to let go of all uncertainty and move forward. “Val, I want to make you come and pant as I’m balls deep in you.”

Darryl’s loud whistle caught Val’s and his attention. “Buddy, I’m glad you got that off your chest.”

Val grinned, turning to both of them. “I’m up for the challenge if you are.” She pointed to him. “Are you?”

Val tugged at Mason’s arm. “I’d like to resume my Mason seat, please.” She grinned and winked at him.

Darryl laughed and winked as well. “Lady knows her mind. Remember to give your seat to a lady, Mama always said.”

Mason chuckled and pushed back from the table. “Please have a seat.” He patted his lap and reached for Val’s hand. “Let me help madam to her seat.”

Val pulled up her robe and swung her ass at him saucily before plopping down on his lap. “Whoa, easy there!” His cock nudged heavily against the layers separating him from her gossamer panties.

Val squirmed, enjoying the feel of Mason’s cock against the cleft of her ass. Since Darryl had introduced her to anal play and sex, she’d embraced another side of her pleasure. A little pain and play stoked the heat higher on many levels.

A deliciously wicked image flashed through her mind making her squirm more and dampening her panties quite thoroughly.

Her version of a Val sandwich raised the odds that both guys were going to end up touching each other and get her double-dipped.

Chapter Thirteen

Val squeezed her ass twice, flexing her cheeks against Mason. His sharp hiss raced down deep into her belly. Hearing and feeling his reaction threatened to break what concentration she had.

“Keep it up, and I’ll cream all over your hot crack, darlin’,” Mason ground out through clenched teeth.

“Oooh, as delish as that sounds, I’ve got something else in mind.” Val leaned back and patted his cheek. “Keep your mind on that action cuz I’m coming back to it.”

She rose and brushed her lips over Mason’s. “You and I have a French kiss to finish.”

He started to speak. “I thought—” She pressed her fingers against his lips. “Ssssh. Darryl’s turn.”

Val turned to Darryl. Crooking her finger, she motioned him to come to her. “You and I have a kiss to finish, too.”

Darryl snuck a quick glance at Mason. His hands rose as he shrugged. “Dude, don’t let your cock get soft for lack of attention. Thinking about you keeping yourself hot and ready to pleasure Val turns me on.” He grinned and rose. “Damn, maybe I’m an exhibitionist.”

Val’s throaty laugh and once-over gaze spoke more than words where her thoughts centered. “Ah, so two hard cocks ready to take you turns you on?”

She nodded, her eyes glowing, and a quirky grin curled her lips.

He moved around the table and Mason, stepping closer to her. “You want a mutual strip—”

He raised his arms. “Your pleasure awaits.”

Val reached out and grabbed the hem of his first shirt.

“Easy on the uniform.” He closed the space between them. “One piece at a time.”

Licking his lips, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.

His shirt tightened around him. Val must have more clenched in her hands.

“Hey, I need this later,” he murmured, his lips still on hers. He slid his hands between them, sliding toward hers. “Help me take it off.”