Along for the Ride

When Jason lifted back and looked up at Cal, licking his lips, she let out a groan, rolling against the surface of the bed as the sight of them together overtook her finer instincts. She was reduced to a puddle of lust, furtively masturbating and moaning like a primitive creature.

“Get down on your knees,” Cal ordered.

Jason obediently knelt down on the floor, resting against the bed, his chest against the covers, watching Georgie watching him, a smile barely captured in his expression.

“See how much he loves an audience?” Cal climbed over him, his body agile and rapid.

“Oh, yes,” she responded.

Jason growled at her, and she laughed aloud with pleasure, the sheer decadence of the moment sending her on another dizzy high.

Cal’s hands roved over the man spread before him, and then he grabbed the bottle of oil that still lay beside the bed. He spread the oil on his erect shaft, over the engorged head of his cock, and then smoothed it over Jason’s back, his hand sliding down between Jason’s buttocks. Jason’s body moved against it, then pulled away, as if denying him.

With a defiant look, Cal dropped the oil, leaned his long, lean body over his mate’s, and reached to bite the back of his neck. Jason roared and braced his arms against the bed. Cal held him with teeth against his flesh and began his entry, slowly probing into the tightness of Jason’s anus, into the strong but relinquished body that waited in prone anticipation of his movements. Jason looked as if he was holding his breathe while awaiting the penetration.

Only when the engorged head of Cal’s cock was inside him did Jason seem to breathe again. Panting rapidly, he began to slowly and determinedly press and reach against the hardness. She could see from his face and the tension in his body that each movement set off waves of excruciating pleasure inside him. His cock was riding up against the side of the bed, huge and hard, the head purple and angry. His knees were planted wide to take Cal in, the muscles in his neck taut with effort.

When Cal’s hand reached around and went over Jason’s naked cock, Jason covered it with his, their locked fingers riding it together. When Cal was buried deep, it looked as if his cock rode up, right through Jason’s body, powerful and omnipotent.

Their movements were short, direct thrusts at each other’s bodies, their expressions both gripped with each action and reaction. Sweat gleamed on their skin as their breaths began to come in short grunts, their bodies wrestling free of their burdens. And they were both watching her because she was rubbing her clit hard now, her legs spread, her body totally keyed.

“Harder, deeper,” Jason seethed in a low voice between gritted teeth, watching Georgie touch herself. Cal flung his head back, his hair arcing out behind him. Sweat flashed from his forehead. His eyes were shining with determination.

Georgie’s breath was captured in her throat, and she moaned and bit her lip and came again, her body shuddering with release.

Cal’s hips jerked frantically, and his eyes closed, his mouth opening in silent relinquishment. His hands freed Jason’s cock and locked around the tops of his thighs. He pressed home. The release was set. A stream of silent curses spilled from Jason’s mouth. His hand stilled on his cock, and his semen spurted over the bed covers. Cal had fallen over his back again, hair covering his face as he writhed, and his hips pumped slower and slower until he stilled.

Georgie saw Cal’s hands creep around to soothe the foreskin of his lover’s penis over its shrinking head.

“Oh, so the beast sometimes has a tender touch for his victims.” Jason gave a quiet laugh.

Cal grabbed his body in a fierce embrace, pressing his mouth against Jason’s cheek, their faces in profile.

Georgie absorbed the image in her memory, taking in Cal’s intense and overwhelming sexual persona. Jason knew him much better than she, and knew how to key in to his diverse desires, but she was glad the two of them had taken her into their sphere. Very glad.

The tattooed kisses were left for more attention another day. They joined her in the bed, their arms a tangle across her body. Cal lifted up onto one elbow as he considered his two lovers, smiling. “Not too shocked?”

“No, not too shocked.” She chuckled. The high-octane atmosphere had mellowed into something gloriously intimate, content. “You are the most amazing two men I’ve ever met,” she murmured lazily.

“Oh, you say all the right things.” Jason, at her back, snuggled closer.

Cal was stroking her neck, watching her closely. “Why?”

“Oh, Cal, can’t you just take the compliment graciously?” Jason muttered mockingly across the supine woman between them.

“I’m just curious.”

“When aren’t you?”

Georgie couldn’t help laughing.

“Georgie ...?” Cal encouraged her.

She looked at him from under heavy eyelids. “I feel so happy ...” She gasped when she felt his hand close on her breast, and then laughed. “All this physical satisfaction, I guess that has something to do with it.” She flickered her brows at him.

He smiled. “Ah, that.”

“I adore being with you,” she added.