The Sextet - Occupational Hazards [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (17 page)

Chapter 2

Jonnie held her breath to keep from choking on a bite of pizza.
Stay here? Can you say fox in the henhouse?
She’d never be able to control her attraction to Jason and Randy while sharing living quarters with them.
Maybe they’ll let me watch and masturbate while they give each other blow jobs.
Her pussy spasmed, almost bringing on an orgasm.

With her lungs burning and her eyes watering, she finally tried for a breath.
Not working.
She covered her mouth and coughed until her throat hurt.

“You okay, Jonnie?” Randy handed her a cool B&J, his kissable lips turning downward. “Take a drink, honey. A little one.”

A flood of warmth heated her cheeks and neck. Wasn’t she the kind of woman every gay man and his partner wanted to take to dinner?
Not.
She tipped up the bottle and hoped she didn’t dump the contents down the front of her shirt.
Can’t take the spider-loving tomboy anywhere.
She swallowed once. Twice. Then she cleared her throat to ease the incessant tickle. Tears trickled down her cheeks. “I…ahem…I’m…okay. Ahem.”

Jason set his plate on the table and leaned back against the couch. “So what do think? You want to stay here until your water’s fixed?”

Her brain scrambled for an excuse to refuse his invitation, but her body shifted into anticipatory overdrive. Randy and Jason sleeping in the bedroom across the hall. Jason and Randy naked in the shower. The pair of them crooking their fingers at her as they went to bed.
Yeah, right. Delusional, Jonnie.
“Um…ahem. I don’t…want to…intrude.”

His frown deepened. “You could never intrude in our lives. You’re our best friend.” He slid a well-muscled arm around her shoulders and kissed her damp hair. “We want you to stay.”

Estrogen surged through her hormonal veins in reaction to the hefty dose of gladiator-superhero testosterone. Her willpower sputtered and died a quick and painless death. “Okay. I’ll stay.”

* * * *

Sneaking a glance at Jonnie, Randy emptied his second beer and set the bottle on the end table. They’d all moved to the couch after they polished off the takeout about a half hour into the movie. Now, the credits ran down the TV screen and she lay curled against the pillow on Jason’s lap with her legs across Randy’s lap.

Her breathing was slow and even, her eyes closed. If they were lovers, he and Jason would carry her to their bed and hold her in their arms all night long. In the morning, they’d wake her with kisses and make love to her until they convinced her to stay with them forever.
If.

He fought off a rebellious urge to take her to bed with them anyway, lifting her tiny feet off his lap instead of caressing them. The need didn’t ease when he stood and covered her with the blanket from the back of the chair. Even after he’d checked the locks, Jason had turned out the lights, and they’d retreated to their room, he struggled against desire so strong he lay awake staring at the ceiling.

“Want to fuck?” Jason’s less-than-enthusiastic question confirmed Randy’s suspicion that his lover wanted Jonnie in bed between them as much as he did.

“Nah. Not that I don’t love you, but…Damn, I wish…”

“Yeah, me too. I haven’t eaten pussy in so long, and I know Jonnie would taste so good.” Rolling to his side, Jason slid his palm down Randy’s stomach to his erection, enclosing it in his fist. “Do you think she’d let us fuck her at the same time? I mean, I love screwing your ass and you screwing mine. One of us could be inside her from the front and one from the back.”

Randy’s cock grew in his lover’s grasp, and his balls tightened, sending ripples of pleasure to his gut. “God, you’re killing me, Jase. I’ve imagined that a hundred times.”

Jason laughed. “You’re hard for the woman sleeping on our couch instead of me again? I feel so used.” He pumped his hand down and up and down. “Use me, Randy. Then I can use you without feeling guilty.”

Reaching for the dick leaking on his leg, Randy gave Jason’s balls a gentle squeeze. “Sixty-nine. We can both pretend she’s sucking us off with that sassy mouth of hers.”

“I like the way you think.” Jason rose to his knees, swinging his leg over Randy’s head to line up his dripping prick over Randy’s mouth. “Do you think if we walk around the house naked while she’s staying here, she’ll realize we’re inviting her to join us?”

“That or she’ll think we’re perverts and leave. Let’s just play it by ear for now.” Randy grabbed Jason’s ass, pulling his big erection within licking range. His tongue ran along the long ridge to the slit on the head, and warm, salty pre-cum flooded his taste buds. Jason licked Randy’s thigh on a groan. Then moist heat surrounded Randy’s scrotum, the sucking pressure making him even harder. “Shit, I love when you suck my nuts.”

A finger rubbed over his tight anus, teasing the sensitive skin. With a firm push, the digit eased past the ring of muscles and slid inside. Warm, wet mouth swallowed his cock. “Fuck, that feels good, Jase.”

Doing some exploring of his own, Randy imitated his lover’s actions, sinking his middle finger between two muscular ass cheeks and taking Jason’s shaft between his lips. The answering hum sent vibrations from Randy’s dick to his sac. His hips jerked forward, pushing him deeper into his lover’s throat.

A finger stroked his prostate. He pictured Jason slamming into him from behind as he glided in and out of Jonnie’s pussy. A rush of euphoria raced through him, and cum erupted from his rock- hard prick. He groaned and shoved his finger all the way into Jason, triggering his partner’s own shuddering orgasm.

Shallow, panting breaths punctuated the sudden silence. “Randy?”

“Yeah, Jase?”

“Did you imagine she was with us?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too. I don’t think I can wait much longer.” Jason flipped around to lie beside Randy.

I can’t, either.
“We’ll talk to her soon.” Randy dreaded risking her friendship, but he wanted more. Needed more. Craved more.

“G’night. Love you.” After brushing his lips over Randy’s, Jason sprawled out across his side of the king bed.

“G’night, Jase. I love you too.”

* * * *

The clock on the nightstand read 12:58. Rolling out of bed, Jason shuffled to the bathroom for an antacid. Jonnie had an iron stomach, but he got heartburn from those spicy wings every damn time. Not bothering with a light, he reached for the outline of the middle shelf of the medicine cabinet, the moon shining through the slats of the window blind to aid his search. His hand closed around the package of tablets. He popped one in his mouth and downed it with a couple swallows of water.
Back to bed.
Maybe he’d finally get some shut-eye.

Damn, it’s stuffy in here
.
Might as well turn the AC down a couple degrees while I’m up.
Aiming for the doorway to the hall, he yawned. A low grumbling moan came with it.

“Ahhhh!” The scream pierced his eardrum.
What the hell?

He rushed out of the bathroom, running into a soft movable wall. His hands reached out to keep whatever it was from falling.

“Jason! Randy! Help!”

“Jonnie, sweetheart? What’s wrong?” He flipped the switch on the wall near his bedroom doorway, flooding the hall with light. He blinked against the brightness.

“I heard something.” Wide blue eyes stared at him. “It sounded like a…a…I don’t know. A mummy?” The last word came out as a whisper.

Pressing his lips together, he suppressed a laugh. Evidently the movie they’d watched still scared her. His independent Jonnie was afraid of mummies.
Too cute.
And she gave him an excuse to protect her. “It’s okay. Nobody’s here but me and Randy.”

“Are you sure?” She moved closer, her arms overlapped around her waist. “I heard a moaning noise.”

“Aw, Jonnie.” He wrapped her in a hug. “That was me, yawning. No mummies, I promise.”

“Really?” Her slow exhale warmed his bare chest. “I don’t think I can sleep alone.”

Damn, wishes really can come true.
He eased away from her before she had the chance to notice his cock springing to attention. “Come on. I’ll grab a blanket from the closet for you. If you sleep in the middle, you’ll stay plenty warm.”

She seemed reluctant to follow as he gave her hand a tug toward his bedroom. “I’m sorry. Maybe I should just go home.”

Cute and stubborn.
And sexy as hell with her rumpled black ponytail and perky nipples poking at her shirt. “You’re not going home. And even if I let, I mean, even if you did, we’d go with you. Come on, honey. Let’s get some sleep.”

Within five minutes, they’d arranged themselves in the big bed. Jonnie lay beneath a thin blanket, his horny body under the sheet on her left and a still-sleeping Randy on her right. All he wanted in the world was to snake his arm around her waist and snuggle. Well, not
all
. But he’d be happy for that much for tonight.

He stared at the ceiling for another hour before going to sleep.

* * * *

A cocoon
. Jonnie relaxed into the chrysalis surrounding her, not yet ready to wake and face the day. A warm hand molded a cup for one breast between her and the mattress. A long ridge nestled between her butt cheeks, cradling her body from the top. Another pressed against her belly from below. The woodsy scent of deodorant and horny male had her pulling in a slow inhale.
Yum.
When was the last time she’d awakened to that smell? Two years ago? Three?

Or was she dreaming? She peeked through the narrow slit of her eyelid.
Huh? Where am I?
Her hideous green walls had changed to white. And a window was missing. Only one where there should’ve been two. Her belly rumbled.
Movie night. Randy and Jason’s house.
Now she remembered. A bad dream. A low, scary groan.
I’m in bed with—

The hand on her breast tightened and the
erection
against her ass nudged closer. A squeak escaped as she tried to hold in a moan. Her hips arched backward of their own accord, sending a rush of wetness between her thighs.
Randy on top and Jason underneath. Heaven.
Concentrating on calming her pulse, she listened for the rhythm of their breathing. Were they asleep? A puff of breath tickled her neck. She waited.
One-one thousand, two-one thousand, three-one thousand.

At six-one thousand, Randy finally inhaled and exhaled. Hell, he probably had no clue she was in his arms. He probably thought he was humping Jason. Time to roll away, no matter how much she enjoyed this position. She’d die of embarrassment if he woke and jerked his body from hers like she had the plague.
Or a vagina.

* * * *

Counting to six, Randy forced a slow breath in then out. His lungs weren’t too pleased about the controlled breathing, but he’d rather suffer through a bout of lightheadedness than have Jonnie wake up to find his hands all over her tit and his dick trying to poke a hole in the covers to get to her pussy. She’d already wiggled against him once, clearly trying to break free of his hold in her sleep.

With what he hoped was a nonchalant shift, he eased his hand off her shapely…asset. Her nipple hardened, tickling his palm as he dragged over it.
Damn, I’m going to need a cold shower this morning.

She didn’t move on Jason’s chest, her breaths still even and deep.
Deep. Fuck, I want to be deep inside her. You’re not helping, sex-crazed brain.
Finally, he completed the three-quarter revolution to lie flat on his back. He didn’t have to look down to know the sheet rose like a circus tent at his groin. A count to fifteen was as long as he could stand lying with her and keeping his hands to himself. Time to escape to the bathroom while she slept.

Grabbing a pair of jeans from the laundry basket by the closet, he hurried out of the room. The bathroom door clicked closed behind him, and he switched on the lights. His grim reflection shook its head at him. One of these days he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from kissing her beautiful mouth and loving that delectable body. Would she realize then how nuts he was about her? Jason, too?

The cold shower did little more than make him shiver. Knowing she lay in his bed kept him hard. He tugged on his jeans then swiped a comb through his hair. Maybe the aroma of fresh coffee would rouse her, and he could focus on her water problems instead of how badly he wanted her.

Chapter 3

Jonnie’s tongue still throbbed where she’d bitten it to distract herself from Randy caressing her hard, sensitive nipple. The pleasure had far outweighed the pain. She’d almost orgasmed when he’d dragged his hand across her breast, a moan aching to come out of her throat. How would she survive another night in his house?

Water shushed on the other side of wall. He was taking a shower.
Naked.
She rolled her eyes.
Well, yeah, he’s naked. Most people take off their clothes to shower.
And she had another mostly naked guy halfway beneath her. Thank God Jason slept like the dead. He wouldn’t have any idea she’d spent at least the last fifteen minutes using him for a body pillow while his dick kept her belly button company.

After a slow inhale of gladiator, she eased away from his loosely draped arm then pushed up on her elbows, debating whether to make breakfast or leave Jason and Randy a note that she’d gone home. If she left, Randy would certainly guess she’d been awake during his accidental pat down. And if she made breakfast, he’d probably also guess she’d been awake. So, she’d have to fake sleep awhile longer and stay for coffee at the very least.