Chapter 4

“Our room or yours?” King asked when they got in the elevator. Jane bit her lip as she thought about it.

“Mine, I guess. I think I’d be more comfortable there.” Oh, God, that was so not going to happen. Being comfortable. She was going to do this. She was going to have sex with Sam while King watched. Oh, God. Sam looked as nervous as she felt, which was some consolation.

But, damn, they were hot. Seriously, fantasy-inducing hot. So hot she was wet already just thinking about what was coming. Which was her. She was coming. Soon. Oh, God. Suddenly she realized the elevator wasn’t moving, and she looked at King with a frown.

“What floor?” he asked, and she felt like an idiot.

“Oh, right. Five.” She bit her lip again and peeked at Sam. He was staring at the floor buttons as if he was mind melding with the elevator. He had a face that was all angles, but he still managed to look soft. Most people would probably disagree, since he was totally jacked. His biceps were straining the sleeves of his T-shirt. She glanced down at his crotch. Holy hell, he was hard. Even through his chino shorts she could tell he was huge. Oh, God. She was going to come standing here ogling him.

She glanced over at King and saw he was watching her with a big grin. Talk about jacked. He was bigger than any guy she’d ever met, with melting-chocolate-brown eyes, and skin that looked so yummy she wanted to lick him from head to toe. She blushed and grinned, embarrassed by her thoughts, but amused by his obvious pleasure in setting this whole thing up. She should be horrified, but all she wanted to do was laugh. This sort of thing could be the gateway to porn stardom.

When the elevator doors opened, she rushed out ahead of them, feeling self-conscious, imagining strangers peering through their peepholes at her as she passed by, snickering because they knew what she was up to. She’d never even been tardy to class, or broken her curfew. This was so far outside of Normal Jane it was crazy. King and Sam followed her, their silence making everything even more awkward. Things by the pool had been so easy and casual. Had this been a mistake? She unlocked her door, the hulking presence of the two men behind her making her clumsy. It took three tries before the light turned green. She stepped in quickly and held the door open for them, too embarrassed to meet their eyes as they walked past. It was Sam’s unmoving feet in front of her that let her know he’d stopped.

“We don’t have to do this,” he said quietly.

At that moment it was fish or cut bait, as the saying went, and Jane realized she really, really wanted to fish. She almost laughed aloud as the thought went through her head. She may have always been the good girl, but that didn’t mean she had to be like that behind closed doors every single minute of her life. No one she knew was going to know about this. No one was going to be hurt or disappointed if she did this. She’d never see Sam or King again. If she was going to indulge in something kinky, then this was probably the only opportunity she’d ever get. Her head was telling her it was wrong, but her body knew damn well what it wanted, and it wasn’t standard, missionary-style sex after the required month of dating. She wanted wall-banging screwing with two incredibly hot guys. Well, screwing with one, watching with the other. Which was kinky as hell and turned her on way more than she would ever admit.

She’d always been a girl who listened to her gut, and her gut was telling her to do it. She grabbed Sam’s arm and yanked him into the room, pushing the door closed. He stopped just behind her. When she turned to him, whatever she’d been about to say flew right out of her mind at the sight of him standing there. In her hotel room. Waiting to fuck her. King was already sitting in the desk chair. He was leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, his hands folded together as he watched them. She was so turned on she couldn’t think straight. Without a word she wrapped her arms around Sam’s neck and kissed the bejesus out of him, just like she’d wanted to all night.

Sam didn’t miss a beat. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up, the better to fit their mouths together, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, letting him support her. It all happened so fast she was dizzy. He tasted so good, like beer and man, and all hot and sexy. She couldn’t remember anything tasting so good. When she moaned, she was startled. She was not a noisy lover normally. But damn. Sam.

She broke the kiss to take a breath. “Oh, God,” she panted. “That was good. So good. Off.” She tugged at the back of his shirt but couldn’t get it off. “I want it bad. What. The. Hell. Am I even making sense? Am I speaking English?” Her brain was short-circuiting at the way Sam felt against her, all hot and hard and man.

Sam spun around and pressed her against the wall. Then he let go of her, letting her legs around his waist support her while he yanked his shirt off over his head. “Don’t care. Shit. How soon can I get inside you?”

“Soon,” she tried to say, but the word was muffled against his skin as she sucked on his bare shoulder, rubbing her hands over his back. She could feel scars there, but knew this was no time to ask about them. When he cupped her ass and ground against her, she bit him and they both moaned.

“Fuck, yeah,” he said, driving his hand into her hair. “Just like that, Jane. Make me feel it.”

“Naked,” she gasped. “Get me naked. Right now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Sam said fervently. He pulled her away from the wall. “You’ve got to let go before I can rip those little shorts off.” Immediately, she dropped her legs, and when her feet hit the floor her knees tried to buckle.

“Do me on the bed,” she said breathlessly.

“You had me at do me,” Sam said, trying to kiss her and talk at the same time. They both laughed as they fumbled with her clothes, Sam trying to untie her bikini top as she tried to unbutton her shorts. She chased his mouth, not ready to stop kissing him even though it made getting undressed harder. He seemed as eager to kiss her. He had beard scruff, but the softest lips, his bottom lip fat and suckable. Every time she sucked on it he moaned. She liked the sound of it.

She kept getting distracted by his bare chest. Her shorts hung loosely, barely clinging to her ass as she caressed his pecs. He had a light layer of silky chest hair that she wanted to feel against her bare breasts and she tugged on her bikini top, trying to get it off.

“I can’t get it untied,” Sam said, clearly frustrated. “What kind of sailor’s knot is this?” He cupped her face with both hands and kissed her hard and deep. It took a few seconds for her to realize that another pair of hands was untying her top and she jerked back from the kiss.

“Just helping,” said King calmly from behind her. “You two are never gonna get to it if I don’t.” Her top fell down at that moment and she stared at it stupidly as it lay on the floor at her feet. Then she heard Sam panting and she looked up at him, past that amazing chest, and stopped worrying about King standing right behind her. She practically threw herself into Sam’s arms and gave a girly little cry when her sensitive nipples made contact with his heated skin. Then Sam was kissing her again, shoving his hands under her bikini bottoms and pushing them down with her shorts to pool at her feet. She yanked one foot free.

“Oh, God,” she practically yelled. “Your hands feel so fucking good. Squeeze my ass. Did I just say that out loud? Shut up, Jane. Fuck me.” She slapped a hand over her mouth. “I swear I usually don’t talk this much,” she mumbled from behind her hand.

Sam was laughing out loud. “Oh, man, you are fucking fantastic. This is going to be so good.” He squeezed her ass hard, probably leaving marks, and she didn’t care. He hauled her close, pressing her bare mons against the bulge in his smooth chinos, rubbing against her as he kissed her neck. “Can I mark you?” he asked breathlessly.

“Not on my neck,” Jane said, suddenly desperate to feel him sucking on her. She tried to grab a handful of his hair, but it was too short, so she just cupped his head and dragged his mouth down to her breast. He didn’t need any more directions. When his hot open mouth sucked on the inner curve of her breast she cried out again.

“Fuck,” she said. “Oh, yeah. Yeah.” She said the last with a little sob and realized she’d never been this caught up in sex before. She was shaking, breathless, sweating, practically vibrating with need. “I have to come,” she wailed. “I can’t wait. I’m dying.”

Suddenly she could hear King from across the room. He was breathing almost as heavily as they were and his obvious arousal made her reckless and greedy. She grabbed one of Sam’s hands and dragged it between her legs, rubbing against it like a cat in heat.

“Sweet Jesus,” Sam said, awe in his voice. “You are so fucking hot and wet. Hell, yes, I’ll make you come. Then you can come again on my dick.” He shoved his hand further back between her legs and pushed a rough finger inside her with no finesse, but clear intent. She was so on board with that, and began to fuck his finger enthusiastically. He moaned and caught her mouth with his, kissing her as roughly as he was finger-fucking her. It took about three seconds before she came with a little screech into his mouth. He laughed, never breaking the kiss, grinding the palm of his hand on her clit as she shuddered in his arms.

Even after coming she was having trouble thinking straight. She still wanted his dick, bad. More than she’d ever wanted a dick inside her before. This whole situation was pushing buttons she hadn’t even known she had. She broke the kiss and pressed her forehead to his. “Tell me you have condoms,” she said breathlessly.

“You still want to fuck?” Sam said, and it took her a moment to realize he was seriously asking.

She laughed breathlessly. “If I don’t have your dick in me in the next sixty seconds, I’m dragging King over here,” she joked. Right after she said it she realized how it must sound, and she stared at him with her mouth open and her eyes wide. But Sam just laughed.

“Nope,” he said. “This is for me tonight, remember?” He squeezed her ass as he said it and gave her a noisy kiss. Then he pushed her away and the back of her legs hit the bed. She lost her balance and fell backward onto it.

“Oh, hell, yeah,” Sam said as he stood there appreciating the view. “Lay back and spread your legs. I’m coming in.” He pulled a string of condoms out of his pocket and tossed them onto the bed. At her look, he shrugged. “It’s been a dry few years.” Then he dropped trou and Jane nearly came again. His dick was perfect. Fat and hard, not too long, just right. He picked his shorts up and carefully checked the pocket before folding them on a chair. Jane let his neat-freak tendencies pass. It was only for one night, right? She felt like she’d hit the jackpot as she watched him guide the condom on. Slowly she parted her legs, shivering with anticipation.

Sam dropped onto the bed, stopping barely an inch above her, his hands beside her as if he were doing a push-up. “Last chance,” he said breathlessly. “Unless you say no, my dick is going in you as soon as I can get there.” Jane mimed locking her lips closed and throwing away the key and Sam laughed again. He’d been pretty uptight on the way up to her room, but now he seemed so relaxed and natural. She loved it. The dude clearly loved sex. She couldn’t believe he’d gone so long without.

Sam rose up on his knees and pushed Jane’s legs back, so her knees were up. “Now that is an amazing sight,” he said reverently, staring at her pussy. “Fuck the Grand Canyon.”

“Fuck this,” Jane demanded, reaching for him. She couldn’t believe the stuff that was coming out of her mouth, but somehow she just knew that with these two she didn’t have to pretend. It was only for one night, right? She’d never see them again, and Sam seemed to like it when she let it all hang out, so to speak. She wanted it to be good for him.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, like a good soldier. She shivered again. Damn, that was a turn-on. When he pressed his hips between her legs, Jane groaned. She never knew skin on skin could feel that good. She wiggled, trying to maneuver his dick inside. He pulled his hips back and used his hand to guide the head to her opening. “I’m going to fuck you right now,” he said. He was gritting his teeth and his voice was a growl that made Jane throw her head back against the bed.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted as he slid the first inch inside her. Then he slammed the rest of the way into her and she cried out at how good it felt. He was bigger than she’d thought, filling her deliciously, just this side of almost too much, which was perfect. When he pulled out and pushed back in, hard and deep, she couldn’t even think anymore beyond the pleasure.

He pushed one of her legs up further and she wrapped it high around his waist, almost on his back. When he fucked her like that he hit a spot that made her pant and moan and writhe beneath him. She’d never felt something that amazing in her life, not even masturbating.

“Sam,” she said, her voice rough and breathless. “It feels so good. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“I’m going to come,” he groaned. “You feel so fucking hot and tight. The best fuck ever. Jane.” His voice cut off abruptly and he made a sound halfway between a grunt and groan. He pressed his dick deep inside her and she could feel it throbbing as he came. She ground up against him and stars burst behind her eyelids as she came, too, clinging to his shoulders as she gave a high-pitched wail.

When it was over, he pulled out slowly and she moaned. Her pussy was still throbbing as little aftershocks of pleasure rocked her. Sam collapsed on the bed beside her. “That was fucking amazing,” he said breathlessly.

“Oh my God, right?” Jane said, laughing, as breathless as he was. “I can’t remember the last time I came so hard. Twice. Two times. Did you see that?”

“I felt it,” Sam said, laughing, too. “Damn. You were pretty hot.”

“I was, wasn’t I?” she said smugly. “And you. You were pretty hot, too. I mean, when a guy is that crazy to get inside you, that’s a big turn-on. So, thanks.” She reached out blindly and patted his hard, flat abs. They felt so good she stayed there and rubbed them.

“Do you think you can do that again in a little while?” he asked hopefully. “I mean, if it’s not too late.”

“Brah,” King said from the corner, laughter in his voice. “That was like, fifteen minutes. We’ve got all night.” He threw a towel at Sam. “Condom.”

“What?” Jane asked, lifting her head off the bed as she stared at King. “No way. That took more than fifteen minutes.”

“Nope,” King said. “You two were coming almost as soon as you started. That was pretty damn hot. I like this watching thing.”

“TMI,” Sam said from beside her. He rubbed a hand over his face. “I can go longer than that, I swear. I’m sorry. Jesus, how lame is that? Fifteen minutes?”

“Not lame at all,” Jane assured him. “If you had made me wait any longer I would have died. I was right there with you.”

“So, round two?” King asked, sitting back in his chair.

“I’m game,” Jane said, and she was. She couldn’t believe how casual she was about King being there, and talking about fucking with these two. The whole night was surreal.

“I am definitely game,” Sam said, rolling toward her. “How do you feel about oral sex?”

“Giving or receiving?” she asked, turning to face him.

“Receiving,” Sam said. He reached out and pulled her against him. “I haven’t tasted pussy in years, either.”

“The sign says open,” Jane told him. “All you can eat.” She laughed at how crude she was being and Sam laughed with her.

“Order up,” he said. He leaned over and licked a path down her stomach and she opened her legs for him.