Less Than Ten Years Earlier
Hannah Michaels
ETHAN WANTED IT.
From the way he moved, to the way he spoke, and the way he breathed—it was written all over him.
With his hand on my back, the two of us approached the doorway to Jace’s room. It wasn’t neat like Ethan’s, but it wasn’t in that bad of shape either.
There were punk rock band posters on the walls, as well as autographed photographs of Bulls and Bears players. In the corner was a basket filled with basketballs, footballs, baseballs, and even lacrosse balls. Some clothes were strewn haphazardly over his desk chair, and computer books were tossed here and there. The best way to describe it was to say it was lived in.
Over near the stereo equipment, Jace was fiddling with the knobs. Music was already playing, but not loudly. It wasn’t his typical punk rock genre. It was harder. American Woman. I liked it. It was fitting.
Jace had taken his sweater off. His white t-shirt stretched tight against his lean, muscular back and his feet were bare.
Ethan knocked on the open door. “Cool if we come in?” he asked Jace.
“Yeah,” Jace said as he glanced over his shoulder. There was a brief discomfort in his eyes and I hoped the entire night wasn’t going to be awkward. “Just give me a minute.”
Ushering me forward, Ethan lingered behind to close the door. No one else was home, Nick had gone to Chicago for the weekend, but better safe than sorry, I supposed.
Somehow I found myself standing next to Jace’s bed. My palms hurt and I looked down to see my nails had made crescents in my skin. To soothe the marks away, I rubbed my palms together.
The music got louder. I didn’t know what to do, just that every muscle in my body twitched and my senses felt heightened.
Ethan was standing behind me by the time Jace whirled around. “Okay, the music is all queued up,” he said.
The three of us stared at each other, and silence stretched for what seemed like forever until Jace finally said, “Probably should have had some more beers first, huh.”
The fit of laughter I expelled wasn’t about the alcohol. Both guys just looked at me like I might have lost my mind. I was nervous, and it was my way of coping. Even after I stopped, they still stared. Finally I spoke. “Come on, this situation we’ve put ourselves in is funny. I mean we’re college students and we know the benefit of preparing, yet we didn’t prepare for this.”
Ethan mumbled something about me being right, he should have done some research, and Jace ran a hand through his already messy hair.
The silence was back.
Freezing or not, I figured someone had to break the ice. Since neither of them were, I assumed the lead. With only a slight hesitation, I pulled my sweater over my head. Beneath it I was wearing a black camisole that was trimmed in lace. It matched my panties. I’d done it on purpose.
Two sets of eyes were on me.
“It is definitely warmer up here,” I commented as I let my sweater fall to the ground.
Jace’s gaze was hot as it slid lazily over me, making me feel as though he was stripping the rest of my clothes in his mind.
Ethan had obviously seen me naked, so he wasn’t as turned on by my camisole.
Feeling bold, I then unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down my hips, quickly stepping out of them. When both guys still stood dumbfounded, I considered crossing my arms around myself or pulling a blanket from the bed to cover myself.
The reaction came from Jace first. His lips parted and his mouth formed the perfect O. His look was picture perfect, and I wanted to capture it. He’d never seen me with so little on, and I could tell he liked what he saw. I was tall, a little too tall, and I’d always been skinny, but last year I started working out with weights, and now that flatness had a slight curve to it.
Surprising me, Ethan pressed his body against mine. He put his hands on my hips to pull me back against his erection. And then he swept my hair to the side to whisper in my ear. “Kiss him,” he told me, gently pushing me forward.
My heart pounded in my chest as I took the first step toward Jace. With each step after that, his intense, brooding expression only grew.
When I was standing in front of him, it was his turn to surprise me. He wrapped his arms around me and let his hands rest on my ass. It was heady and intoxicating, and I was glad we weren’t sloppy and drunk.
In his embrace, I smiled so big I could feel my dimples forming.
Jace did not smile back, though. Instead he kept his eyes glued to mine, and after a beat he pressed his bulging erection into my belly. A warm buzz surrounded me when I felt him. I contemplated what to do, and I ended up putting my arms around his neck. When I did, he leaned closer. So close I was able to inhale his scent. It was clean and rugged and everything I knew him to be.
For another long moment he simply stared at me. I could feel his breath, see the muscle twitch in his temple. Something had worked him up and he was calming himself down. But then the sound of feet shuffling along carpet alerted us that Ethan was moving closer, and he knew our time was almost up. That’s when he crashed his mouth over mine.
Hard.
Heated.
Demanding.
So much like him.
My mouth opened in surprise, and a small gasp escaped my throat when his tongue pushed inward. Hot and sensual, he licked at the roof of my mouth, and then he tangled with my own tongue.
It wasn’t like any kiss anyone had ever given me. The dominance devoured me, and I knew no one would ever kiss me like he was right now.
Forgetting Ethan was even in the room, I sighed as I allowed myself to melt into Jace.
I knew I would remember this kiss for the rest of my life.
The way his teeth grazed over my lips and nipped at them. The way it was just enough to sting. The way I found myself grasping his shirt for support because my knees felt weak.
His heat.
His touch.
His mouth.
I’d waited so long for this . . . our first kiss.
For him.
When a naked body pressed against me from behind, it took me a moment to remember the night was meant to be with two men, not one.
Two cocks.
Four hands.
Two mouths.
I considered stopping. Wasn’t sure I could do it. But then Jace was thrusting his tongue against mine with such need, I couldn’t back out. I just couldn’t.
Ethan ran his fingers along my ribcage and under my camisole, where he palmed my breasts. Jace continued to kiss me. Ethan wasn’t kissing my mouth, but he was placing soft kisses along my shoulder and then his hands moved higher.
By then, Jace’s hands had moved, and they now tangled in my hair. He knew he owned me, and I molded into his embrace. I flinched slightly when Ethan started to pinch my nipples, but my mind went right back to Jace’s warm, sensual mouth.
Ethan was a little more aggressive than he usually was in bed, and he kept on rolling my nipples until they turned into stiff peaks. “We’re going to take care of you,” he whispered once he’d accomplished his task.
The moan that escaped my mouth only made Ethan palm my breasts harder, but I was almost certain having four hands on me wasn’t the reason my lips were tingling and my breath had caught.
Jace’s breathing had quickened and I pulled back for a moment to catch my breath. When I looked up at him his eyes were brimming with lust and arousal. There was no smile or grin, then again there rarely ever was. He did however slide his hands down the strands of my hair, tangling and tugging it in his fingers as he brought my mouth back to his.
Ethan’s cock throbbed behind me and he began nipping harder at my shoulder as he started to move behind me in a thrusting kind of way.
The time was now. If I was going to back out I had to speak up. The whole threesome thing wasn’t a fantasy of mine, and I knew it wasn’t a fantasy of Jace’s either, but it was Ethan’s. And that was why we were here. It wasn’t the only reason why—I reminded myself.
Even though my legs wobbled and shook, there was no way I was going to call this off. The one thing I wanted was so close. I could do this. I’d fucked Ethan dozens of times. Besides, it wasn’t like I didn’t really like him. I did. And I wanted Jace. Really wanted Jace. To have him though, I had to have two men.
It was every girl’s dream, wasn’t it?
Ethan pulled my camisole over my head, and the blatant movement forced Jace to release my mouth.
Stepping back, Jace stared at my naked breasts. They were small, but he didn’t seem to mind. He licked his lips and let his gaze drop a little further down.
“Go ahead man, taste her,” Ethan prompted.
Jace didn’t hesitate. He bent to take one of my nipples in his mouth. His mouth was hot and wet as he practically worshipped it. I felt my clit swell with desire, and I cried out.
Ethan had come around and latched on to my other breast, and he sloppily licked it and sucked. He only increased the intensity of his ministrations when he took my outburst as something he had caused.
Jace slid a hand inside the top of my panties and palmed my ass. It felt so good. Ethan ran his fingers along my side and allowed his fingertips to skate over my pussy. “She’s wet, man. So wet. Touch her,” Ethan announced in a guttural voice I had never heard.
Before I could fully adjust to the feel of Jace’s rough fingers on my skin, he went to his knees and was kneeling in front of me. His head was at my waist and his hands were still in my panties.
Butterflies swarmed my chest and tickled my throat.
Ethan unlatched his mouth from my breast and moved around to the back of me again. At first he did nothing.
When Jace’s mouth moved over my panties, wet heat from his breath filtered though the fabric, and those butterflies took flight.
I glanced down to find gray eyes staring at me. I gave him a nod, and after I did, he tugged my panties down.
The groan Ethan made told me he was turned on. Soon he was kissing my neck, and then he placed his feet in-between mine to spread my legs wider. He pressed his cock against my back and took my breasts in his palms and started with the thrusting motion again.
Perhaps on purpose, perhaps not, Jace put his hands back on my ass, which forced Ethan to take a step back.
There was no doubt the men did not want to touch each other.
As soon as Jace pulled my body to his mouth, heat infused me head to toe. When his hot mouth pressed against my clit, I found myself arching and worried I might lose my balance, I threaded my fingers in Jace’s soft hair.
With light flutters of his tongue, Jace started a rhythm. Up. Down. Around. Up. Down. Around.
Ethan stopped palming my breasts, and I assumed by the shuffling of his feet that he had moved away. Somewhere off in the distance, I heard the mattress dip, and knew he had taken a seat to watch. “She tastes good, doesn’t she?” he said out loud.
If it was a question, Jace didn’t answer. Instead he sucked on my clit. It was rough and wild, and I tugged on his hair to keep my sanity.
“Fuck, she looks so hot,” Ethan said from where he sat.
I didn’t look. I didn’t want to.
Just as there was no doubt the guys were not going to touch each other, there was no doubt Ethan hadn’t only done this for me. Clearly he had. And clearly he got off on the visual of sex. If it hadn’t been evident from the magazines he looked at, the websites he visited, and the movies he watched, it was now. And I was sure he was going to pleasure himself to Jace eating me out, if not to that, then something else. I’d caught him jerking off a few times, so I knew it was something he enjoyed. Not that most guys didn’t.
Closing my eyes, I rocked into Jace’s mouth and focused on him, on his tongue, on the things he was doing to me. I couldn’t believe it when I started to come. It was the fastest I’d ever come, and I allowed myself to collapse onto the carpet to ride it out.
Jace stayed on his knees, his fingers replacing his tongue to stroke my orgasm to completion. He could have finger fucked me all night long, that’s how good it felt.
Too bad we didn’t have all night. As soon as the aftershocks rippled through me, I opened my eyes and smiled up at Jace. That serious face he wore had a yearning on it that I knew I would never forget. After a beat, he glanced over at Ethan, and so did I.
A bottle of lube was on the bedspread and he was sitting on the corner of the bed with his legs spread wide and his cock in his hands. “Do it,” Ethan said bluntly. “Fuck her, man.”
Normally he wasn’t so crude, but I knew he, like me, and like Jace had no idea how exactly this should go. Watching a million movies wouldn’t make sharing one woman with another guy any easier, no matter how many times he might have done it.
Coordination was going to be a struggle.
All we could do was try.
Jace glanced at me again, and at the same time that I licked my lips, I ran my hands down my naked body. His eyes gleamed as he got the message, and he stood to get undressed.
Unable to stop myself, I watched as he took his clothes off. I grew hotter at the sight of him. His strong shoulders, muscled biceps, and hard, sculpted six-pack. There was no denying how much I yearned to smooth my hands over every ripple and hard muscle.
Naked, he lowered himself on top of me. Bending his head, he skimmed his mouth down my jawline, and brushed his lips over the skin of my neck. Then he nipped at my earlobe and whispered, “Are you okay?”
“Y-yes,” I whispered back.
With a look of excitement crossing his features, his breath blew over my face, hot and rapid, as he spoke. “Grab my shoulders.”
Once I did, he lifted me off the carpet and laid me on the bed about two feet from where Ethan sat.
Worried Ethan might not want to go through with this, I glanced over at him. He was staring at me, and he was in a lustful haze. With his fingers still wrapped around his cock, I could tell he was more than willing to go through with it.
Hands grasped my thighs and pulled me roughly to the edge of the bed. It was Jace and he looked so hot standing between my legs with his straining erection jutting straight out. The sight caused me to feel dizzy with exhilaration.
“I’m not going to go easy,” Jace said, his voice straining as he rolled on a condom.
“I’m okay with that,” I breathed out, my own voice a husky whisper as I stared into his intense gray eyes.
I was closer to Ethan than before, and I knew he could see everything, especially when Jace hauled me to him and pushed his heat inside me.
Jace shivered at first contact, and I knew Ethan saw that too.
Having someone watching me have sex wasn’t something I would have asked for. I wanted to enjoy it, but it was hard under Ethan’s watchful stare.
Jace started to move, and then he was thrusting fast, and it wasn’t long before the sensation of having him deep inside me became overwhelming.
Closing my eyes, I wanted to block out everything except the way Jace filled me, and I couldn’t believe it when I did. But then a shadow loomed over me and forced my eyes open.
Ethan had shifted, and was then hovering over my head. “Grab my cock,” he told me, already reaching for my fingers and bringing my hands where he wanted them.
Having someone thrusting his cock inside me while I jerked someone else off was wrong. It was the first time I felt dirty about what we were doing, but it wouldn’t be the last.
The position Ethan was in was awkward for me, and not planned out well, but with my arms over my head, I was able to stroke him.
I felt like the two men were at odds.
Ethan urged me on, to move faster, while Jace’s fingers dug into my hips and he slammed into me with a greater intensity.
“That’s it, that’s it,” Ethan hissed as my palms worked up and down his shaft. “Oh, yeah, that’s it,” he said again, his hands now on my breasts.
From experience, I knew he was close. Knowing what he needed, I tugged on his balls, and like always, he came. His sperm spurt out and it landed in my hair, on my body, and on the bedding beside me.
Was he marking me?
Ethan collapsed somewhere on the bed, and with my hands free, I clutched the sheets and gave Jace my full attention.
His eyes were narrowed and brooding, not looking at me at all, and I could tell he wasn’t at all happy with what had just occurred. As if wanting to mop Ethan’s sperm from my body, he slid his hands up my belly and to my breasts, where he palmed them and tugged on my nipples.
My hands moved to his, and when I covered them, he finally looked at me. His gaze seared into mine, and it was so intense I shivered.
Grabbing my legs, he pushed them upwards and started to fuck me harder and faster. His thighs slapped against my ass and I felt myself go wild against his cock. He was deep. Impossibly deep, and I swore I could feel his hardness pulsing inside me.
I let out a sharp cry as my orgasm flashed then exploded into tiny particles all around me. Quickly, I slapped a hand over my mouth to tone it down. I had never felt the earth shift beneath me when I was with Ethan, and didn’t want my screams of passion to alert him to that fact.
The truth was Ethan didn’t fuck like Jace. He wasn’t raw or intense or possessive. He was kind and sweet, which considering his vices seemed to be at odds with themselves.
Maybe that was where the kink came from?
As my earth orbited the galaxy, Jace pressed his palms onto the mattress and continued to thrust into me, hard and deep. When he closed his eyes and he pressed his lips together, I knew he was coming. Soon after he collapsed on top of me. After placing a kiss on my lips, though, he quickly rolled to my side.
Breathless, I looked to my left to see Ethan staring at me, and I gave him a smile. When I did, he took my hand.
Then I looked to my right. Jace was staring at the ceiling and his chest was heaving. When I reached over to take his hand in mine, he let me.
“That was fucking hot, but I think we need to work on the coordination,” Ethan said, still breathing heavy himself. “I’ve seen a bunch of movies, and there are a lot of different combinations—”
While Ethan continued to talk, I glanced back over at Jace, who finally turned his head in my direction. Deep gray eyes, normally unreadable, told a different story right then. He had hardly said anything in terms of words, but his eyes said what words never could.
The shivery, sexy look he gave me took the breath I had managed to force back into my lungs away. That was all it took. I knew then that although I didn’t want to, I’d do what we just did again.
Not just once . . . but over and over if it meant I got to be with Jace.
And I knew he would too.