Reawakening (19 page)

She hadn’t realized she’d been holding herself up on her elbows until he said those things. Then she somehow ended up falling face first into the pillow. Though even with her ears stuffed full of featherdown, she could still make out Jamie chuckling to himself.

“Yeah—you were right on it there, weren’t you? I could tell.”

“Are you fucking—are you—you’re fucking kidding me, right—
Jamie—”

She tried to turn in order to more effectively spit frustration at him but her limbs wouldn’t cooperate. Probably because they’d just been expecting a glorious, tension relieving orgasm and instead received
Jamie chuckling
.

“Whoa, whoa—take it easy, baby. You think I’m gonna leave you high and dry? No—I just wanna make sure you get the full service. It’s no fun if you go off right away—though I gotta say, I fully appreciate how primed you are. I really do.”

She went to say something to him then. Something angry, like
how dare you call me primed
or
I didn’t fully realize that you could be this sort of person and I wish it didn’t turn me on
.

Only then he sort of cupped her thighs and quite suddenly put his mouth between her legs, so she couldn’t really hate herself for not being able to say anything at all. Not even
ohhh fuck, that feels like the best thing ever
.

Though that last—she really tried for it. Some mushy syllables issued forth. But it was pointless, really, with his tongue working its way through her folds and his hands pressing just a little too tight into the meat of her thighs, then oh. Oh.

It felt different from his fingers. When he lapped roughly over her clit, it felt different. Still nerve-jangly and a little too much, but less…direct. She could take it. Or at least, she could take it without trying to fling herself through the headboard.

Plus it was such a new and curious thing, to have someone going down on her like this. Of course, she’d had men between her legs while she laid flat on her back, and she’d straddled faces in any variations there could possibly be.

But she’d never had a guy get her up on all fours, then just…go at it.

And he did. Oh, he really did. She’d known he wasn’t one for dainty, but this was…this was…greedy. She wanted to tell him off for wolfing down his food. He got his face right in it and found her clit with almost no issues at all, even though he was doing it back to front and kind of weird.

Not that kind of weird was a problem. In fact, it was so good it almost felt like pain, sort of ache-y and like it wanted to burn with overuse. He flicked his tongue back and forth against the underside of her clit, over and over and too much, then just when she was sure she couldn’t take it anymore, he backed off a little. Found the wet and wanting hollow of her cunt, and thrust in with the hard point of his tongue.

Somewhere in the middle, she started to make noises. And not just pillow noises either. Real, uncaring, breathless moans. Moans that probably sounded gross and guttural, but really, who the fuck cared? Someone was eating some part of her, and her brain hadn’t conjured up a single frightening zombie flashback.

It was some kind of miracle. He was some kind of miracle. She would have thanked him if her voice hadn’t been stopped by all the moaning that wanted to come out of her. Plus, she was pretty sure he was getting the thankful message, anyway. In between kisses and licks and smushing his face into her pussy, he said things like—
oh you like it like that, huh?
and
that’s it, baby, give it up, give it up.

Which she felt translated into total awareness of how much she was enjoying herself.

And if there was even a chance that it wasn’t clear, she tried to make it so by reaching back to squeeze his hand. Just really, really tightly until he had to know how good he was at this, and how close she was to coming, and how he just made everything all right, he did, he did.

She held on tight and called out his name and God, here it was again. That twisting, cresting sensation that made her thighs tremble—only this time they fucking
spasmed
. They went crazy, and her body went crazy and though it occurred to her for the first time right then that Blake was just downstairs, and if he hadn’t heard things before he sure was going to hear them now, she couldn’t stop herself shouting.

Not even when Jamie suddenly backed away. In fact, his doing so only made her shout louder. Seriously,
seriously
, did he really think she was going to take him teasing her,
again
? No fucking way. No, Jesus, she had to get it this time. Her whole body throbbed with delayed pleasure. She felt so close to orgasm, one wrong move would have put her over. She wasn’t even sure she could turn without triggering it, and do what she had planned—
order
him to finish the job or never get that epic blowjob she was already mapping out in her head.

But then Blake spoke, and she found she could manage turning without having an orgasm quite effectively. Though that feeling of being unselfconscious in her nakedness? Yeah. That kind of fell by the wayside.

Chapter Nine

Part of her expected him to look mad. Or maybe disappointed. How did people usually look when they realized they’d accidentally fallen into a threesome? Kind of turned on? He looked kind of turned on.

Then he said, “You’re not going to stop just as it’s getting good, are you?” which kind of sealed the deal. That’s what they were going with. Turned on. Maybe. Usually she would have gone with shame of some type but it was really hard to when most of her higher thought processes had fled to that aching space between her legs.

She wondered, instead, if he could see it—just how aroused she was. Though most of her knew how hard it must have been to miss. She could feel her own wetness on her thighs, for God’s sake. Her nipples felt tiny and tight, and they
looked
tiny and tight. A giant flush seemed to have spread from her throat all the way down to her stomach.

And Jamie looked no better. He was casual about it—of course he was—but he couldn’t make his arousal seem laidback. There were muscles in his jaw, ticking and ticking. Even when he tried to sprawl back on the bed and make some sort of greeting gesture at Blake, he looked like something crouching, ready to pounce.

She would have pegged him as the horniest man in the room if Blake hadn’t seemed in just as bad a state. There was some carelessness in his question, some
this is all cool with me
relaxedness, but she could make out the tension in his stance and the hot, ever so slightly unsure gleam in his eyes.

If she told him to go, she knew he would. He was waiting for it, she was certain. She had to let him know, even if it was only with the two clumsiest words in the English language.

“It’s okay.”

The room seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Some of that humming, bizarre sort of tension remained but it felt better. Lighter. And when he closed the door and put his back to it, a sharp spike of arousal went through her—instead of anything fearful or awkward.

And when Jamie said, “You wanna come on over here and finish her off for me?” that spike drilled in harder, much harder. It took out things as it went—things like bad memories and strung out survival and death, lots of death.

“That what you want, June?” Blake asked, though he was walking toward the bed as he said it. She could see him toying with the hem of his jersey, as though he wanted to get a head start on taking it off right before she gave the okay.

“Yeah,” she said, while Jamie ran a hand up over her thigh. Not even on the outside part, either. On the inside, where everything was wet and crazily sensitive.

“Come on, and make her feel good,” Jamie said. She tried to make out his expression as he did so but it was impossible. He just looked feral and horny as fuck, and it made her wonder if both things overrode any concerns he had.

Or if he just didn’t have them at all. Maybe he was simply a generous person. Maybe they both were. Maybe they liked to share—hell, could be they didn’t even think about it like that at all. It was just a joint effort—like building a well or working on a class project. While Jamie kissed her belly and let his hands wander almost to the pouting lips of her sex, Blake gave her a little strip show.

It was the best class project she’d ever been witness to. Blake didn’t even stop at halfway either. He went the whole nine yards and removed his trousers and the things underneath his trousers, too.

And boy, was he ever naked beneath those layers. He looked so naked that she couldn’t stop staring for a whole, long minute, at all the bumps on his body and the coarse scratch of hair that went down, down, to the completely nude place between his legs.

Where there were other things, besides.

He was hard—of course, he was. He’d have to have been a eunuch to not be, and even then it would have been a close call. But it was just the look of the thing, all thick and swollen and…well…masculine. Very, very masculine.

It had heft. When he moved onto the bed, it bobbed low as though its immense weight was dragging it down. And though she knew that such an idea was just her fevered imagination working overtime, she couldn’t quite pull her eyes away from it either.

He was so
hairy
down there. And his cock, by comparison, seemed so smooth and pale and kind of knotted with veins. Plus it was slick at the tip, which made her mouth water before she’d even had a chance to consider how weird that probably was. Needing to suck cock that badly—that was weird, right?

She tried to remember what they tasted like. Sort of salty…and maybe a little—

“Hey June? My face is up here.”

Yeah, Blake was definitely getting his sarcasm gene back. He was grinning when she worked up the courage to meet his gaze and Jamie—well. He just cracked out laughing right off, even in the middle of all the kissing of her throat he was doing.

“You gonna stare at me like that, hon?” he asked, while she tried to force her face back to a normal color. “Guess I better take the rest off, then, huh?”

Half of her thought
no. No, I can’t take anymore!
The other half lit up like the Fourth of July. They were all going to be naked, and she’d have two sets of man parts to look at, and that sounded good until Jamie actually started stripping the rest of his clothes off, after which it was just…overwhelming.

She found herself not actually wanting to look at him. Blake had started stroking above her knee and said knees were really far apart, and he was still kind of grinning from his little crack but some of it had fallen away. He was gazing at her now. Between her legs, at that soft, wet place.

But even so, the idea of Jamie being naked was worse. If he was naked, then she’d have to take him all in and probably embarrass herself over his body, too, and the thought was making her all prickly and sweaty. She wanted to shift away from them both on the bed but if she did would they take that as a bad sign? Would they stop?

She couldn’t bear it if they stopped. Not even when Jamie tossed his pants away and sort of slid back down to lie next to her, and she got a glimpse of everything he had to offer.

He was bigger than Blake. Much bigger. Scarily bigger. She’d kind of suspected it because of that heavy feel of him rubbing against her thigh, but it was a little thrilling shock, none-the-less. Like learning a dirty secret about somebody that you weren’t sure you wanted to know.

All this time with the Hawaiian shirts and the dancing and his silliness, and he was going around with that between his legs. Really, it was no wonder he’d kept his pants on for this long. If she’d turned over in bed and encountered that thing in his boxer shorts, she wasn’t sure what she would have done.

Had dreams about giant mutant cocks chasing her, probably.

“You know, you can change your mind,” Blake said, and she wondered if he’d just overheard all of those mutant cock thoughts. If he knew what she was considering—how immense Jamie’s
fingers
had felt. Never mind anything else.

It had been a long time. A long, long time.

But then Jamie said, “I bet she’s just thrilled that you’re keeping her waiting there, buddy.” And her mind went to the other issue with long, long times—how much it made things agonizing when two hot guys spent forever withholding.

“Yeah—isn’t this supposed to be like good cop, bad cop? He’s the tease, you’re the opposite? He holds back, you give it to me?”

She felt Jamie’s teeth against her shoulder, briefly, when he opened his mouth to crack out a laugh. It wasn’t scary, however. Nothing was scary.

“Oh, I’m just crazy about you, June-bug.”

Apart from maybe that.

Was it weird to kiss Blake after Jamie had said something like that? It didn’t seem as weird as it had in the storeroom but that didn’t take the feeling away completely. For a start, she could still sense Jamie at her shoulder.

More than sense, in fact. His teeth dug in again—light and non-threatening but obvious just the same. And when she closed her eyes, she felt his hand slide over all the places Blake hadn’t covered with his frankly overwhelming body.