Chapter 20

“Hold on,” Jane said breathlessly. Sam tried not to let his disappointment show. He was horny, and he had been thinking for days about Jane and getting kinky with her and King again. “No fucking,” she said. “I don’t want to get caught in the middle of that, and you better hope you need more than thirty minutes to do it right.”

Sam laughed out loud. “That’s an all-nighter, babe,” he assured her.

“I want to take care of you,” King told her, rubbing his thumb across her cheek tenderly. “We just want to watch you come a couple of times. We like that.”

“Oh,” Jane said in a small voice. She looked between Sam and King and bit her lip. “What about you guys?” she finally asked.

“Chances are pretty good I’m going to come in my jeans like a preteen,” Sam said. “Because I am that jacked up.”

“What he said,” King told her. He clearly couldn’t wait anymore. He leaned over to kiss her neck. Sam could see his lips moving on her skin, little sucking motions, his tongue darting out to lick. It was a huge turn-on and Sam couldn’t believe he hadn’t connected the dots before and realized that watching King and Jane get their freak on was so hot because he was attracted to them both. He kind of felt like an idiot. Jane moaned and Sam’s dick grew three sizes in his jeans.

Sam pulled his hands back down from out of her shirt and undid the button on Jane’s jeans. “What are you doing?” she asked, trying to grab his hand.

“If I’m going to make you come,” Sam told her, catching her hand and kissing her palm, “I’ve got to have access to this pussy. Mouth and hands, no dick,” he promised.

“Oh. Okay,” she said, letting go of his hand. Damn, he was starting to love those breathy little ohs of hers. He couldn’t remember if she’d done that before. He’d been so frantic to shove his dick in her as many times as he could before the night was over that he must not have noticed her love noises. He especially liked that one, but if he remembered correctly, she made a high-pitched kind of squeal when she came that was pretty awesome, too.

Sam leaned over and took in the scent of the smooth skin of her bared stomach. She smelled like some kind of fruity perfume. He liked it. It made his mouth water. He tugged her pants down a bit and licked a path along the edge of her panties. They were purple-and-white polka dot, with a frilly little white curlicue ribbon along the edge. “I like these,” he told her, running the pad of his index finger from the top down over her pubic bone to rest right at the apex of her pussy, pressing lightly on her already hard clit.

“Oh, God, Sam,” Jane said, pumping her hips as high as she could with her legs hanging off the end of the SUV the way they were. Sam looked around. They really were on their own out here.

“One leg, Jane,” Sam said, tugging her panties down. “Just so can I lick you properly. I want to eat you out so bad.”

“Fuck, yeah,” King groaned. “And I want to see it. And touch your pussy. Maybe I’ll kiss you there, too,” he told her. He kissed her on the mouth then, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and let Sam pull one leg out of her panties and jeans. King was kissing her thoroughly, all slow tongue and soft sighs. Sam watched them and rubbed his dick against Jane’s leg. King broke the kiss and, still staring at Jane, told Sam, “Put your finger in that pussy, too.”

“Oh, God,” Jane moaned, her hips pumping again. “Please. Please to everything. I swear I forget the word no when you two start loving on me.”

“Good,” King said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Me, too.”

Her back arched as Sam slid his finger inside her. “Jesus, she’s so fucking wet,” he said appreciatively. “You like this, baby, don’t you? Me and King all over you?” She shook her head, biting her lip, but as he pulled his finger partway out and then pushed it home again she moaned and fucked against it.

“Oh, hell, yeah,” King said. He pulled her tank top up, and then yanked one cup of her bra down, exposing her breast. Jane gave a little squeal as King sucked her nipple into his mouth.

“Yes,” she cried out. “Yes, okay? I like it!” She ran her fingers into King’s hair and held on. Suddenly King’s hand had joined Sam’s on her pussy and he began to press his finger into her alongside Sam’s. Sam began to pull his finger out, but King made a noise and when Sam looked at him he shook his head.

“Oh my God,” Jane said. “I can’t seem to stop saying that. Are you both fucking me?” She moaned and her hips jerked upward, seeking their fingers and hands.

“Fuck,” Sam said breathlessly. “Jane, you are so hot.”

“So hot for this,” King told her, licking her nipple. “You got a body made for us.”

Sam agreed. There was no hesitation once they began. She wanted it all, was completely open to whatever they wanted to do to her.

“Fuck me,” she said breathlessly. “I’m going to come. Oh, God, give it to me.” She was straining against their hands, her eyes closed.

Sam was so hard it hurt, but he didn’t even care. Watching Jane come, both their hands all over her, fingers fucking her together, was the most amazing thing Sam had ever done. And he wanted to do it a thousand times, maybe more. If that meant he didn’t get to come tonight, so be it. But he wasn’t so sure he’d been joking earlier. Just watching her and touching her with King might be enough to get him off.

“After you come, Sam and I are gonna jack off for you,” King told her. “I got to come, you’re making me so hard. Sam, you hard?”

“I’m so fucking hard I’ll come if anyone breathes on my dick,” he said, getting into King and Jane’s dirty talk. “I want to come so hard for you, Jane.” He saw her watching him, her eyes glowing in the moonlight that was now starting to reflect off the lake. “And King. I’m going to come so hard watching him jack off.”

“Sam,” Jane moaned. She reached down and grabbed his wrist, pressing his hand harder against her. He could barely move it, but rocked it against her. Suddenly that sweet, high-pitched cry split the night and he could feel her pussy pulsing around their fingers.

“That’s right,” King told her softly, “come for us. We love to make you come.” She kept crying out and jerking against their hands, holding Sam’s wrist so tight he could feel her fingernails in his skin. When she finally collapsed she was breathing so hard it sounded like she’d run a 5K.

“Apparently, I really, really like this kinky stuff,” she said, smiling. King pulled his finger out slowly and Jane moaned.

“I won’t tell anyone,” he said, unbuttoning his jeans. “Sam get your finger out of our girl and show me your dick. You promised to come for me while I jacked off.”

“Oh, hell,” Jane said. “Yes. Please.” She slid her hand down her stomach and rubbed her clit with one finger, her hips moving in circles.

Sam ripped his jeans open and pulled his dick out with a sigh of relief. He glanced over at King’s big dick, already nestled in his fist, then over at Jane masturbating. “I don’t know where to look,” he confessed breathlessly. His hand pumped his dick involuntarily. He just couldn’t help himself.

“Watch King,” Jane said. “I want to see that, you two jacking off together. Do you love those tattoos as much as I do?”

That was all he needed to hear. He stared at King’s dick as they began to jack off in time with each other. “I’m not going to last,” he said desperately. “You two have me so fucking ready to go.”

“That’s what I want to hear,” King said in a tight voice. “You come first, Sammy. Show me. Come on.”

Sam was jacking his dick so hard and fast he thought it ought to be sparking. But King wanted to watch him come and suddenly making King come just from watching him became the most important thing in Sam’s life. Other than showing it all off for Jane. “Jane, you watching?” he asked. “I’m going to come. Jesus, so hard.”

“Do it,” Jane said breathlessly.

When Sam came it was in hard, jerking pulses that made him bend over and bite his lip at the sharp pleasure of it. He moaned as he caught some on his hand and used it to lubricate the last few strokes.

“Fuck, yeah,” King said. “Now watch me come for you, brah.” Sam looked over and saw that King had one hand wrapped up high around Jane’s thigh, squeezing it as he pumped his big dick in the other. Sam wasn’t sure he’d ever seen a dick as hard as King’s. In seconds, King came, spurting so hard some of it splashed on Sam’s jeans. Sam didn’t give a shit. He might never wash the damn jeans now. Maybe he could get Jane to rub her pussy on the other leg. “Sam,” King moaned as he came, and if he could have, Sam would have come again.

When King was done he gestured weakly at Sam’s dick hanging out, still half-hard. “Zip up,” he said. “We got a pussy to lick.”

Jane moaned and Sam saw King had taken over rubbing her clit. “Hurry,” she said. “Or I’m going to come before you can taste it.”

Sam fumbled his dick into his pants and went to his knees behind the SUV. He pulled Jane toward him and slid her legs over his shoulders. King pulled his hand away and Sam leaned in and began to lick Jane’s slick pussy. She tasted just as good as he remembered.

“We got five minutes to make her come again,” King said, kneeling beside him. He lifted one of Jane’s legs off Sam’s shoulder and held it out of the way with a hand behind her knee. Then his mouth was next to Sam’s on her, tasting her. Sam pulled away. He’d eaten this pussy before, King hadn’t. King groaned as he tasted her for the first time. “I can’t wait to slide my dick in here,” he said. Sam saw him bite Jane’s clit softly and her hips jerked as she cried out.

“Both,” she said breathlessly. Sam put his mouth back on her, shoving his tongue in her passage as King licked her clit. Then King slid his mouth down and pushed his tongue in beside Sam’s. He rubbed it against Sam’s inside her, and Sam was freaking out, because they were essentially frenching inside Jane’s pussy. Just when he thought things couldn’t get any hotter, they did. King slid his arm around Sam and pulled him against his side as he kissed Sam and they licked Jane.

“Coming, coming,” she cried out, pressing against their faces. Her pussy squeezed their tongues together as she came around them. When she was done, they broke their kiss and licked her softly, bringing her down.

“That was oh my God hot and sexy,” she said weakly. “Did you two kiss inside me?”

“Yeah,” King said. “You taste fucking good, Jane. Do you think Sam could lick you somehow while I fuck you? I’d like to try that.”

Jane laughed, her voice rough. “This is going to kill me.”

Sam sat down in the dirt, the back of his head on the tailgate between her legs, his jeans still hanging open. “But what a way to go,” he said happily.