Authors: Elle Saint James
“If you’d like to forego the condom this time, I’d love to know what it feels like without it. Any objections?”
“None. I promise we’ve always been circumspect and careful with our partners. You won’t have anything to worry about.”
Deacon turned back to Boyd to see what he thought. Boyd’s wide grin was all he needed to see. He turned back and smiled at her. “Boyd will want a turn.”
“No problem.” Jessica glanced over at him. “I should have mentioned it earlier.”
Boyd stood and walked over. He bent and kissed her lips. “I’ll just sit quietly, watch him have the best sex of his life. And I’ll look forward to having you again after Deacon, if you’re not too tired.”
“No problem,” she said again. “I won’t be tired.” Boyd returned to his chair. His brightened expression said that he probably wanted them to hurry up. Deacon refused to be hurried. They kissed and kissed and kissed. Eventually, he put his hand between her legs to assess her readiness for him.
Slick with desire, Jessica moaned and lifted her hips when he fingered her clit. He planned to ensure her climax since once he entered her, he’d likely go off like a rocket.
He could count on one hand the times he’d ever gone without wearing a condom. This was special.
With Jessica in their lives permanently, he felt like his life would be complete.
Celebrating like this was a great idea. He sped his strokes and leaned down to suck a nipple in his mouth. She was so wet, he could hardly wait to slide his cock into her slick heat.
She squirmed and moaned. Just before she was about to go off, Deacon centered his cock at the entrance to her pussy and pushed into her halfway.
He was unprepared for the unparalleled bliss of skin-on-skin contact. He had to pause and catch his breath before pushing the rest of the way into her still exquisitely tight pussy.
“Feel any different?” he asked.
“Well, you certainly don’t feel any smaller.”
He pushed out a sigh of relief. “And that’s a very good thing. Was that something you were expecting?”
She flashed a grin. “No. I shouldn’t ever expect you to get smaller.”
“You got that right, sugar.” He remained unmoving within her body absorbing the intensity of her pussy’s delicious grip on his cock. He watched her face. The expression on her face was that of wonderment and joy.
Deacon pulled his cock out halfway and pushed back inside the remarkably tight space. His yearning to explode grew.
She moaned as he thrust out and back in once more. “Flesh on flesh seems more intense and decadent. There is a bit more resistance. Do
you
like it better?”
“Oh hell, yeah. I’m ruined.”
Boyd released a low chuckle. “I am, too, and I’m not even there yet. But anticipation builds within me.”
Jessica pushed her hips against him and deepened the connection. “Let’s go. I’m on the edge.”
“You and me both, sugar.” Deacon pulled out and pushed his cock into her hot pussy.
The raw feeling was indescribable. He slid his hand between them and started rubbing her clit with his thumb. He watched her face, wanting to see her blissful expression as she came.
Before he could ask her to do it, she suddenly put her hands to her breasts and tugged at her own nipples. The sight of which ramped up his libido even higher.
He thrust in and out slowly, knowing he was about to burst with the growing friction of their connection.
“Oh my,” she whispered. Her eyes slid shut and her back arched.
“Open your eyes, sugar.” Deacon thrust his cock hard and deep as unfathomable pleasure streaked up his spine from the effort. “I want to see your eyes when you climax.”
Her eyes slid open halfway. Deacon rubbed her clit harder and faster. She suddenly arched halfway off the bed and called his first name. “Deacon.”
The sudden clamping of her pussy on his overly sensitive cock as he powered in and out made Deacon lose focus for a bit. He plunged faster and harder into her body.
Jessica’s hands found his back. She clutched his hips as if she wanted him harder. Faster.
He complied to her demands easily, and four thrusts later he came in the most powerful orgasm he’d ever remembered having. The scent of her rose along with the spicy fragrance of sex in the room as he collapsed on top of her.
“I love you. I love you,” he chanted over and over.
“I love you, too,” she replied, and kissed his face repeatedly.
Deacon heard Boyd leave the room and then return a few minutes later. He brought them both a warm hand towel with which to clean up.
“I don’t know why it’s so sexy watching the two of you, but it is exceptional.”
Jessica smiled. “All I know is that it felt amazing.”
Deacon rolled off of her and onto his back. “I didn’t think you’d be able to tell much difference.”
“Oh well, I’m pretty sure I’m ruined, too.”
Deacon laughed. “I’ll just be laying here trying to recuperate and remember my name.”
Jessica said, “Your name is Mr. Wilder.”
Boyd shucked his jeans off and climbed on top of Jessica. “Is it my turn yet?”
* * * *
“Jesus, give her a minute,” Deacon whispered from right next to Jessica’s still body. Her mind raced a hundred miles an hour. Letting Boyd watch as she and Deacon had sex was nothing short of astonishing. Not once did her stomach do a flip from fear. She felt like she’d accomplished an impressive feat.
Suddenly energized, Jessica said, “I don’t need a minute. I’m ready.” She lifted her upper torso and rested on her elbows as Boyd moved closer.
He bent down, kissed her belly and asked, “Will you turn over?”
Jessica grinned. “Sure. Why not?”
Deacon turned his head and watched as she moved onto her stomach. Boyd pulled her hips in the air and promptly buried his cock deeply into her slick pussy. She loved it. He stopped fully embedded, and made a guttural sound she hadn’t heard before. It sounded like a happy grunt.
Boyd molded his body to hers and whispered in her ear, “I just want to fuck you hard and fast, honey. Any objections? You aren’t sore, are you?”
“Why, Mr. Caldwell. It’s as if you can read my mind. I was just thinking about how perfect I felt and how I wanted to be fucked hard and fast again.”
“Happy to oblige you, Miss Troy.” Boyd moaned once more, lifted his torso from her back, gripped her hips with both hands, pulled his cock out halfway, and suddenly thrust even deeper than the first time. Five seconds later, he was squeezing and pulling on her hips with each stroke. He fairly pounded into her pussy with each delicious penetration.
The intense sensation and the friction of their bodies moving together was amazingly powerful. Jessica was slowly climbing to yet another plateau. Her capacity for orgasm seemed to increase to crazy levels in the presence of these two perfect men. She loved them so much.
“Don’t stop,” she murmured.
Deacon reached beneath her and started stroking her clit. That act ramped up her arousal to near peak levels.
Boyd shoved his thumb into her derriere hole and sent her right over the edge of a powerful orgasm. She shrieked long and loud as she came.
Boyd sped up his final few thrusts and growled moments later. He then collapsed on her body. Jessica, boneless from the powerful climax, couldn’t hold him up. She flattened on the bed, trapping Deacon’s arm beneath her.
“I already can’t wait to do that again.”
“You and me both,” Deacon added.
The two of them didn’t even move with the sudden sound of the doorbell echoing across the house. But Jessica startled.
She was naked with two men. She wasn’t in the mood for company.
* * * *
Clay rang the bell a second time. He knew they were here. He saw an extra vehicle in the driveway, but he’d told Deacon he’d be over with the gate entrance device soon.
After what seemed like forever, Deacon finally came to the door in only his jeans. No shoes, no shirt, just pants.
Clay guessed he knew what he’d just disturbed. He wasn’t too worried about it. There were ways to signal him to keep him away. They hadn’t employed any, so he grinned and moved toward the opening. He planned to shoulder his way in if he had to.
Deacon pushed the door open wide enough for him to pass and motioned him inside. “I forgot you were coming over.”
“If you’d put a sign on your door, I wouldn’t have even knocked.”
Deacon shrugged and then extended a palm. “It’s fine. Do you have the device?”
Clay stiffened and crossed his arms. “Not so fast, lover boy. I want to meet her.”
Deacon rolled his eyes. “Why do you have to meet her? Jesus, Clay, she’s not a terrorist.”
“That you know of,” he mumbled under his breath. Deacon stared with wide eyes as if waiting for an explanation. “Hello. What’s my job? Oh, I’m the security guy. I need to meet her for security purposes. I don’t hand over remote devices with access to this property to just anyone.”
“We’re going to marry her. Do we need to show you the license first? Sheesh. Come on. Hand it over.”
Clay stood firm. He didn’t lower his arm or reach for the device tucked in his inner jacket pocket. He drew his brows into his most ferocious scowl and said, “No. Show me the girl, and I’ll think about giving her an automatic device to open our gates.”
Deacon moved further into house. Clay trailed behind him looking surreptitiously for this new mystery woman. Deacon and Boyd having a woman they were serious about so quickly made bells go off in his head. They screamed security risk. He thought her name sounded vaguely familiar, but Clay hadn’t put a face to it as of yet.
“You aren’t going to expect a blood sample or fingerprints are you?” Deacon asked with a smirk.
“Can I have them?”
“No.”
“Then why did you ask. Bastard. You got my hopes up for nothing.”
The moment Jessica Troy entered the living room, Clay sucked in a deep breath of disbelief. She looked like someone he’d been intimate with long ago. Someone who’d unfortunately died.
Clay quickly realized that she wasn’t his former wife, and while she certainly looked remarkably like her, it wasn’t her. He needed to calm himself. Clay turned and pretended he heard a sound behind him. But the similarities were enough that he had to look away or be caught with an excess of water suddenly building up in his eyes.
Even after all this time, women who looked like his wife haunted him. Made memories collide in his mind. Memories that shouldn’t be so raw after all this time, but were anyway. He forced himself to pull it together and turned his head in her direction again.
She smiled as she walked closer, ostensibly at Deacon, and then her gaze swung his way. Clay did another double take. He
did
remember her. She was the angel who got him the last available room at the hotel several months ago when he’d gotten stranded in town during a snow storm. He relaxed and mentally took a deep breath, putting his wife’s tragic memories back where they belonged. Locked up.
Deacon held out a hand to her which she took. They both turned to Clay.
She smiled and said, “Mr. Forrester. Good to see you again.”
“I remember you, now. Jessica Troy, concierge and lifesaver.”
She laughed, and the musical sound had a quick impact on his friend Deacon. He looked positively goofy in love with her. Clay was glad he and Boyd had finally found a woman they agreed on.
“Now that I know who you are and that you are gainfully employed, I’m delighted to give you a remote to open the front gate of our property.” He dug in his jacket pocket and retrieved the small remote. He handed it over to her.
“Thanks. Does this come with instructions?” She looked at the single button.
“It’s easy. Just put it in your glove box, or a cubby if you have one within reach. Just press the button and the gates will open. Once you’re through, the sensors will kick in and close the gate automatically.”
“Awesome. Thanks, Clay.”
“No problem at all. And when you get a chance, I’ll need the make, model of your car, and the license plate number.”