“Calm your tits. It’s just a sex toy, Rayn. I’ve seen plenty of them. Everyone has ways of getting themselves off. Besides,” he winks, “it’s hot as fuck imagining you lying there getting yourself off with that thing.”
Did he really just say that? Over the years, we’ve had our moments when we’d flirt. It’s always been done innocently, never really meaning anything by it. Does it really turn him on to visualize me playing with a toy?
That thought has warmth pooling between my legs.
An image forms in my head of me lying in bed with my legs spread, toy in hand, as Reed stands at the end of the bed and watches. Behind him, in the shadows, is another man.
Hearing footsteps behind me, I realize the toy is still behind my back, which is facing Jamison. Before I can do something else with the dang thing, it’s snatched out of my hand. I spin around, ready to take it back, but then I get a look at Jamison’s face. Unconsciously, I take a step back at his expression. His eyes, which are normally a light, bluish-gray, now look like storm clouds and his brows are slashed downward. His jaw is granite and the vein in his temple is thumping so hard I can see it.
I’ve never seen this expression on Jamison’s face before. He looks like he’s looking at something he wants to devour. Like he’s ready to pounce and nothing and no one could even dream of stopping him. Since his eyes are on me, I deduce that it’s me he wants.
I take another step back when he takes one forward. My back hits something solid, so I come to a stop. Jamison doesn’t though. He just keeps coming and doesn’t stop until he’s right in front of me with only a few inches of space between us. My eyes drop to the toy still in his hand. He’s gripping it so hard his knuckles are white. My gaze flickers to the left and gets snagged on the unmistakable bulge in his jeans.
I jerky my eyes up to his. “What are you doing?” I squeak out.
He holds up my toy between us. “This is what you use to get yourself off?” His voice is a deep growl.
I don’t know why, but for some reason, I answer him. “Yes,” I say breathlessly.
I jerk when a pair of hands wrap around my waist. It’s not Jamison’s hands because he’s still clutching my toy, even though he’s dropped his hand back down.
“What do you think about when you play with yourself?”
I don’t know this Jamison. For as long as I can remember, he’s been my best friend. Years ago, he became my step-brother. Our relationship has always been platonic. At least on his end. My feelings started to change years ago, sometime between my father and his mother dying and our remaining parents surprising us by getting married. Jamison’s never shown any interest in moving our relationship to an intimate level.
So, what’s changed? Why is he acting this way now?
My mouth suddenly goes dry and I lick my lips. “I uh…,” I stammer. “I think about… things.”
My answer is pathetic. From the amused chuckle coming from behind me, Reed thinks it’s funny. If I weren’t so enraptured by Jamison at the moment, I’d elbow him in the ribs.
“You think about things?” Jamison repeats my answer. “What sort of things?”
Heat creeps up my cheeks when the things I think about form in my head. Jamison sucking on my nipples as Reed licks my pussy. Me with my legs wrapped around Reed’s waist with Jamison pressing against my back. On my knees in front of Jamison as Reed fucks me from behind.
Another image, a super-secret one, pops in my head, and I almost become delirious with desire. This image is of me on my back with my legs spread because Reed is between them fucking me. Behind him is Jamison, gripping Reed’s hips as he pushes his cock into Reed’s ass. I’ve had the same mental image of Reed and Jamison in reverse positions.
It’s my most forbidden fantasy. One I will take to my grave, because there’s no chance of it becoming a reality.
“Shit, Ray,” Reed groans behind me. “Whatever it is you’re thinking about right now must be hot as fuck. I can practically feel the vibrations of pleasure coming off you in waves.” Warm breath tickles my ear with his whispered words.
I don’t realize I’ve tilted my head to the side to give him better access until I feel his lips against my neck.
Through half-closed eyes, I look at Jamison. He’s no longer looking at me, but has his eyes fixed on Reed and what he’s doing. Heat like I’ve never seen before flashes in his eyes. After several seconds, he looks back at me.
“Answer my question, Rayn,” he says quietly. “What do you think about when you slip this toy in your pussy?”
My legs have turned to jelly from Reed’s kisses against my neck and the blatant sexual desire radiating off Jamison. Never in a million years have I thought I would be in a situation like this with my two best friends. Sure, I’ve fantasized about it more times than I can count, but I never thought it would happen.
Reed presses himself against my back and his dick pokes me in the ass. My breath gets stuck in my throat and flutters form in my stomach when he slides his hands around my waist and slips them under my shirt. Warm fingers graze my stomach, and I wonder if he can feel me trembling.
“Answer his question, baby,” he rumbles against my neck. “It’s fucking killing me to know just what goes on in that mind of yours when you’re alone and horny.”
As Jamison waits for my answer with a raised eyebrow, I nearly jump out of my skin when something presses against the seam of my jeans. Instinctively, I know it’s the toy he’s still holding. Of their own accord, my hips move toward the toy, needing more pressure. In the next second, it’s gone.
“You want more?” he asks, noticing my disappointment.
I jerk my head up and down.
This is so fucking crazy. It has to be a dream. One I never want to wake from.
“Give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you want.”
Biting the inside of my cheek, I weigh my options. I could lie and tell him I think of other men when I use my toy. Neither of them know I secretly fantasize being with them. I could give into Jamison’s demand and get the pleasure I desperately need right now. I could also tell both of them to fuck off and take care of the issue myself; after I got them out of the house, of course.
Or I can take a risk and expose my secret, hoping neither of them runs for the hills. I know deep down, if either of them didn’t feel the same way I do, they wouldn’t leave me. It’s me who would be tempted to run. Once they knew of my feelings, if they didn’t return them, how in the hell would I be able to face them day after day? From the cock pressed against my butt and the one in Jamison’s pants, I know they at least desire me. But could we have more than that? Would they be open to sharing? It seems that way right now because I’ve got both of them in my grasp.
Inhaling a deep breath for courage, I look Jamison straight in the eye and admit, “I think about you.” His eyes flare with heat. “And I think about Reed.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Reed mutters behind me, shoving his erection more firmly against me at the same time his hand presses against my stomach, bringing us closer.
The toy is put back between my legs, except this time Jamison applies more pressure. I swear the only thing that’s holding me up is Reed’s tight hold on me.
A delicious vibration comes a moment later, and I’m pretty sure my eyes cross. I let out a soft moan and sink back against Reed’s chest.
“How long, Rayn?” Jamison asks. “How long have you been getting yourself off thinking about Reed and me?”
“A while,” I admit. “Years.”
His eyes move up to Reed and he demands, “Open her jeans.”
Reed’s delicious hands leave my stomach and move to the button on my jeans. With a slight tug, the button is undone and the sound of the zipper being pulled down mixes with the heavy breathing from all three of us.
His hands go back under my shirt, but this time they continue their journey up until he’s cupping my breasts through my bra. He pinches my nipple hard. “That’s for the years’ worth of blue balls you’ve caused me,” he whispers in my ear.
Jamison closes the remaining few inches between us. I expect to feel the slight vibrations of my vibrator, so I’m shocked when it’s his hand I feel instead touching my stomach. He slips his fingers inside my jeans and panties.
“It’s a shame,” he murmurs as he slowly glides his fingers through the small patch of hair until he reaches the slickness between my legs. “All this time I’ve been jacking off to thoughts of you when I could have had the real thing.” He presses his finger against my clit, and my hips undulate. “What about you, Reed?” His gaze moves over my shoulder. “You ever think about fucking Rayn?”
“All the goddamn time,” he growls.