Chapter 14
Shayla
“We could at least try it.” Is he serious?
Jett’s eyes are gleaming. Of course that’s what he wants.
We’ve been talking about the idea of a threesome relationship for a little while now. And I don’t know why, but it’s starting to make some sense to me.
Now Jett’s turned the conversation around to sex. He’s trailing his fingers over my leg, and I’m letting him.
I can’t resist him.
I don’t want to.
I gasp as Dylan joins in. His hand mirrors Jett’s and his light touch makes me shiver.
“What do you think, Shayla?”
Another chance to be with Dylan. And Jett. At the same time.
I can’t pass it up.
I nod, unable to speak.
Dylan’s eyes are filled with heat. Without warning, he pulls me to him and we’re kissing. So passionately, it takes my breath away. He’s familiar and different at the same time. I breathe deeply, inhaling everything about him.
His hands start exploring my body. He’s caressing me gently but his strong desire is there, simmering just under the surface. I remember this. Just like Jett, he can go slow and sweet. As well as fast and hard.
The perfect combination in a man.
I think he’s trying not to scare me off. But he doesn’t need to worry. Now that I’ve decided I want to try this out, I’m not going to back down.
We break our kiss just before I’m about to pass out from lack of oxygen. I glance over at Jett. His eyes lock with mine, and the intensity in them is startling. For a second I have to wonder if he’s jealous, but there’s nothing like that in his gaze. Instead, he looks like he wants to devour me. And Dylan.
Maybe both of us at once.
Dylan’s arms are still clasped around me as Jett runs his hand under my dress, his light touch on my warm skin setting my core on fire. Dylan licks his lips as he started to softly stroke my other leg. We’re just barely starting up and already I’m panting from the excitement of having the attention of two guys at the same time. Two hotter than hot guys.
Why on earth did I never try this sooner?
Turning to Jett, I lean in. In an instant his lips are on mine and he’s kissing me deeply. Dylan’s hands are still roaming all over my legs, sliding up and down, going higher each time. I want him to touch me, need him to touch me and relieve some of the pulsing ache between my thighs. I’m so wet and I want him to feel it. I arch against Jett, my breasts against his strong chest. My breath comes in sharp gasps as we kiss.
Dylan’s fingertips graze lightly against the edge my panties and I moan into Jett’s mouth. The anticipation of what’s going to happen next is driving me wild.
Jett’s hand is following Dylan’s, moving higher up my other leg. I gasp and pull back when both men’s fingers slip under my panties.
Oh my fucking god.
They’re teasing me, taking me right to the edge then holding me back. It’s sweet torture. I need to touch them too. Both of them.
I reach over. Jett’s cock is hard, straining against his jeans. Tentatively I run my hand over its length. His hips move, pushing against my hand.
I move my other hand to Dylan’s cock, stroking him through his pants.
This is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s such a turn-on, I feel like I could pass out from the excitement and heat of it all.
“Let’s go to bed.” Jett’s voice is low as he stands up, taking my hand.
We all stop when we get to the bedroom in his suite. It’s massive. So’s the bed. It’s got lots of room for three.
I’m surrounded by men. Dylan’s in front of me and Jett’s behind, unzipping my dress and letting it fall to the floor.
Both of them are staring at me as I stand there in just my bra and panties. Normally I’d be super self-conscious, being stared at like this by just one guy. With two I thought I’d be blushing hard and wanting to hide. Now instead, it’s thrilling. Their eyes rove over my every curve and I bask in the way they’re admiring my body.
“Wow, Shayla.” Dylan hasn’t seen me naked in a very long time. Before I can say anything he’s right in front of me, arms snaking around my back to unclasp my bra. Naughty Jett is dragging my panties slowly over my hips, making sure his hands brush over my skin in a way that makes every inch of me throb with the need for more.
They both step back to check me out again.
“Now I’m the only one naked.” I don’t really mind. It’s kind of exciting, being the only one without any clothes on while they’re still dressed.
But I’m dying to see their sexy, muscled bodies.
“Good point.” Dylan runs his hands over Jett’s chest before he tugs his shirt up, revealing his toned stomach and nice, firm pecs.
Damn, I’ve missed Jett’s body. It’s even better than I remember. Then Jett takes off Dylan’s shirt and I gape at him.
He’s filled out way more than he was. Of course he would be. He was only a teenager back then. Now he’s a grown man and he clearly makes an effort to keep himself in just as good of shape as Jett.
Jett slides his hand under Dylan’s waistband, pulling him close. Unbuckling Dylan’s belt, he wrenches it from its loops and tosses it away. Dylan doesn’t move. He’s letting Jett be the one to unbutton his fly. Jett eases down his zipper and his cock springs out, bulging against his dark briefs. Jett pulls them down along with his jeans and Dylan steps out of them. Dylan’s completely naked now, and my eyes zero in on his steel-hard cock. It’s as big and thick as Jett’s is.
Dylan takes off Jett’s jeans for him too. It’s entrancing, the way they strip each other, revealing more and more of their tanned, toned bodies. Once Jett is naked, they stand facing each other. I hold my breath, as if exhaling will somehow break the excitement of moment.
Then it happens. Jett takes a step closer to Dylan and they’re kissing.
What a kiss it is. Dylan has one hand on the back of Jett’s head, holding him in close. His other hand goes down to Jett’s ass just as Jett wraps his arms around Dylan.
Oh. My. God.
Two naked, muscled men kissing is a sight I’ve never seen before. It’s sure as hell not one I’ll be forgetting any time soon either. I move in closer so I have a better view. I’m rewarded with the sight of their hard, throbbing cocks rubbing against each other.
Dylan slides his hand down, running it between their hard bodies. I move closer, not wanting to miss any part of this sexy show they’re putting on for me.
I can just barely glimpse Jett’s fingers, closing around both of their cocks. He starts stroking, hand moving slowly up and down their shafts. Their kiss gets rougher, deeper as his hand moves, massaging their cocks.
I could watch the two of them all night, but all too soon they end their kiss. The two naked men come to me, each one taking my hand.
“Time to get to bed,” Jett says, and before I can say anything, he’s lifting me up onto it. The two men join me there, hands getting busy right away.
Jett fondles my breasts, shifting around to suck one of my nipples into his mouth. His cock rubs against my leg. Dylan joins in, tongue meeting my other nipple as his hand joins Jett’s between my legs.
“You’re so wet, Shayla.” Dylan slides a finger easily inside of me just as Jett gives my clit a light stroke. I buck up as they send me to new heights of arousal and my whole body pulses with need.
I can’t hold back. With a moan, a huge orgasmic wave engulfs me. Heavy pulses take my breath away, and they gaze at me intently.
“I almost forgot how beautiful you are when you come.” Dylan strokes my hair just like he used to back then, in a way I’ve never forgotten. Jett’s nibbling at my neck, and I’d be happy lying just like this forever.
But there are two hard cocks rubbing against my body, needing attention. I’m more than happy to oblige.
Reaching out with both hands, I grab their erections. They’re so hot and hard, even more so than I expected they’d be. I give them a few slow, unhurried strokes, my fingers sliding up and down. Both men groan in approval, especially when I reach further down to toy with their balls.
“Shayla.” Jett eyes are closed. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Huh? Where did that come from? I don’t know how to respond to that. His eyes snap open, like the words slipped out of him without him meaning for them to. Without a word, I go back to my massage of their rock-hard cocks. I can’t think about that kind of thing right now. This is about sex. Just sex. Just something fun to try out. Nothing else matters, not right now.
Dylan’s face is buried in my hair. He starts kissing me so gently it’s as if his lips are barely brushing my skin. I pick up my pace, pumping both cocks faster. He caresses my thighs, my stomach, my ribs, his hand stopping on my breast.
Jett covers my hand with his. “Keep that up, and this will be over too soon. And there’s a hell of a lot more I want to get done first.”
“Really?” I give him an innocent grin. “Like what?”
“Like for starters, I want to share Dylan’s cock with you.”
It’s hard not to stare at Jett after that. With all his rock-star stud posturing up on stage. All of the women he gets photographed with. He wants to suck a guy’s cock.
Mind. Blown.
He snorts as he catches my expression. “What, you don’t think I have it in me?”
I shake my head. “Can’t say I’ve given it any thought at all. But go ahead. Show me what you’ve got.”
A fleeting look of surprise crosses his features. Like he can’t believe that I’m challenging him like this. Too bad. I’m not the same person I was when we were together either.
Jett’s already back to normal. “Join me any time.”
Dylan brushes a strand of my hair off my face. “If you want to.”
I do want to. But not because Jett thinks I should. He can go first.
I smile sweetly at Jett. “Why don’t you show me how it’s done?”
Jett runs his palm up the length of Dylan’s rigid cock. “I don’t need to do that. You already know what you’re doing.”
He should know about that. Maybe sucking on Dylan will keep him quiet for a little while. “Go on.”
Leaning down, Jett tongues the entire length of Dylan’s hard cock, his eyes still locked with mine. I don’t know what he thinks he has to prove. I’ve already seen them kiss full-on. That’s more than I ever believed he’d do with a man.
Jett’s lips slide over Dylan’s shaft and it’s almost like he becomes someone else. He’s totally into it. And I’ve seen that look before. It’s the same one he used to get when he was with me.
For the first time, I start to believe it could be true. That Jett could really be as into me and Dylan in the same way. I agreed to give this a try mostly because I got curious about what it’d be like to have an actual threesome with two really hot studs.
And because of Dylan too. Not because I really believed in what Jett was saying, that a threesome kind of relationship would even be possible.
Now, I’m not so sure. Jett’s acting so different, it’s like a switch flipped somewhere inside of him. Like this really isn’t just about some kind of wild sex for him.
My mind’s spinning and I need it to stop. This is no time to be thinking about what any of this could mean. Maybe I can act like rock-star Jett usually acts. Or at least, the way I thought he did. All about the sex and no concern for the future. Sure, I can do that.
At least for a little while.
I refocus on the scene going on right in front of me. Damn, Jett’s devouring Dylan’s throbbing cock like it’s his last meal. Dylan’s thrusting into his mouth with short, quick strokes.
My body’s reacting right along with his. Since when is man-on-man sex so hot? And why didn’t I know about it a long time ago?
Jett sure knows about it. His cock is rock hard even as he’s wrapped up in what he’s doing. It’s so fucking hot, the way Dylan’s long, thick cock penetrates Jett’s mouth. Both of their bodies are reacting to it, even though Dylan isn’t touching Jett, just lying back and taking everything he has to offer.
I can’t resist. Jett doesn’t even notice me sliding closer, not until I curl my fingers around his stiff cock.
Now that, he notices.
I stroke him lightly and he squirms, loving what I’m doing but not letting up on sucking Dylan. He’s got me curious again. Rearranging myself, I get my head down beside Jett’s. There’s no way he can fit Dylan’s entire cock into his mouth. There’s room for both of us.
Jett pulls off him. Gripping Dylan’s cock by the base, he offers it to me. Dylan groans as I close my lips over the head, sucking gently.
Over the next few minutes, Jett and I take turns sucking Dylan’s cock. Every time we switch, Jett gives me a long kiss.
Jett is the one on Dylan’s cock when his hips rise up. Right away Jett pulls off him, and he gives an annoyed grunt. Jett gives the base of his pulsing cock a firm squeeze in response.
“What do you think so far, Shayla?”
What do I think? I can’t think. All I can do is feel. “I think we’re not done yet.”
“Got that right.” Jett jumps up and off the bed. I can’t imagine what he’s doing until he gets back with a fistful of condoms. Coming back to us, he hands one over to Dylan, raising an eyebrow at me.
I understand his unasked question. As a reply, I trace my hand over my own bare hip, stopping just between my thighs. I open my legs up, just a little bit.
Jett trails his fingers up my thigh, taking hold of it. He moves it wider, an invitation for Dylan.
My pulse is speeding like a race car on a track, just about to win if it goes just that much faster. I’m going to be with Dylan again. He climbs between my legs, latex-covered cock ready and eager.
Not content just to hold my legs open for him, Jett swoops in, his tongue meeting my clit with a strong touch. In a second his head’s gone, replaced by his big hand. He parts my lips, holding me open for Dylan.
I’m so wet, Dylan glides his whole length inside of my aching body in one long, smooth stroke. My body responds to him, remembering everything about what it was like before.
It’s the same and yet so different. He’s himself but somehow more. Dylan’s barely pulled back when Jett tilts my head to face him, capturing my lips in a deep, hungry, all-consuming kiss. He can’t keep his hands off my breasts and when I can think straight again, I reach for his cock.
This is so hot, I’m afraid the bed might burst into flames at any moment.
Dylan’s pounding into me, wild and fast, already close to coming. I can’t believe he’s even held out this long, not after the extended blow job Jett and I gave him.
The moment Jett ends our kiss, Dylan picks up even more speed. I wrap my legs around him and Jett moves so he can reach between us. I can’t tell for sure but from the way Dylan reacts, I can guess that Jett’s squeezing his balls.
In seconds Dylan’s grunting, coming so hard I can feel every single pulse deep inside me. I’m close to losing control myself, but I’m not there yet. I don’t want this to be over, and now it doesn’t have to be. There’s another man, ready and willing to fill me up again.
Dylan gives me a kiss. I hug him in close until he has to pull away, easing out of me smoothly.
I’m on fire when Jett covers my body, his hard cock nudging against me. He’s as impatient as Dylan, being turned on for so long. Breathlessly I buck up to meet him as he thrusts deep.
Dylan stretches out beside me. He and I kiss until I’m moaning into his mouth. His fingers brush over my stiff nipples and every touch sends a jolt right between my thighs.
Jett’s driving into me harder, faster. My hips buck up to meet him as my need rockets higher.
“Come on, Jett. Give it to me.” His face twists as if my words alone are turning him on more.
I squeeze my eyes closed, gasping as someone touches my clit. Dylan. He’s barely started to stroke me there but it’s more than enough to get me off. I’m coming. Hard.
I’m riding my orgasm all the way, squeezing Jett’s cock tight. He groans, deep and guttural. My entire body is pulsing and exploding. He’s coming too and I’m so lost in the sensations storming over me, I’m almost unaware that my nails are digging into his back.
By the time Jett’s pulling out of me, I still haven’t caught my breath. Dylan’s still beside me, his grin a mile wide.
After he discards his condom, Jett comes in for a kiss. My heart gallops in my chest as Dylan leans close too, kissing us both. We switch, kissing each other, trying to kiss all at the same time until both guys have to flop down on their backs, one on either side of me.
“You guys wore me out.” Jett drapes his arm around me, so far over that he’s touching Dylan on my other side.
“You’re not the only one.” Dylan turns on his side, wrapping himself around me.
I’m covered in men.
They’re both asleep in like two minutes, leaving me wide awake. I can’t stop thinking about what we just did.
I want to do it again. But it’s more than that.
I don’t know what I expected from a night of threesome sex, but it sure wasn’t this. Not this overwhelming flood of feelings I didn’t even know I had in me. Familiar feelings, for both men. But not love. It can’t be.
Can it?
I don’t know if I want this. I’ve lost both of them before. How can I risk going through that again? It would be twice the reward, sure. But also twice the risk. I don’t think my heart could take losing either one of them again. Let alone both of them.
And doesn’t everything always end?