Avril
I hear the front door open as I’d told Dane and Andrew to just let themselves in. I’d decided to cook dinner for them tonight, though I spent way too much time at work trying to figure out if it was cool to do it. Up until now, our sexual experiences have just been that. They started in the club but when they moved to my house or the suite in Paris, they were still just sexual experiences. The only exception was the afternoon Dane and I spent together there, shopping and just hanging out.
I liked that a little too much, but it all balanced out as the next two nights were just the regular old threesome stuff together. Which makes me snicker at the thought of a threesome now being par for the course in my life.
The last night was interesting. I have found I like anal sex very much, and it was Andrew’s turn to take my ass. We assumed the same position as the first night we tried it, except this time Dane was on the bottom. Every time the three of us have been together at the same time, we’ve all orgasmed pretty much at the same time together.
But that last night, I watched Dane carefully, and this was made easy by the fact I was riding his cock and able to look down on his face. I have no clue if Andrew knew it, but I saw it clear enough. Dane made himself hold out for his orgasm until after Andrew was finished. After Andrew came in my ass and pulled out of me, Dane rolled me to my back and fucked me hard until I came again and he came with me. It was an overt sign of possession, and yeah… I’m sure Andrew saw that.
How could he not?
Dane walks into my kitchen. If I thought the man looked good in a suit, he looks even better in jeans and a pullover. He smiles at me as I chop some bell pepper before walking around the kitchen island. I’m stunned when he pulls my knife out of my hand so he can draw me into his arms, whereby he kisses me so deeply and with such passion I want to crawl up his body and mount him.
When he pulls back, I whisper, “Wow. What was that for?”
“Because I fucking felt like it,” he says with a shrug and releases me. He snags a piece of red bell pepper and pops it in his mouth with a wink.
I grin and turn back to the chopping. “There’s an open bottle of red on the back counter.”
Dane pours us each a glass while I finish the last of the chopping.
“What are you making?” he asks as he sets my glass on the counter beside my cutting board. His walk back around the kitchen island to sit on one of the stools is casual and confident, like he belongs there. I’m not sure what it says about this crazy situation I find myself in, but damn if I don’t really like the way Dane acts like he belongs in my kitchen.
“A southwest chicken pasta.” Glancing at my watch, I muse out loud, “Wonder if Andrew will show up?”
Tonight, I’d invited them to my house rather than the club. Dane was a resounding “yes,” and Andrew was a lukewarm, “If I can get out of work in time, sure”.
“He was still at the office when I left,” Dane says, but then his eyes harden as they go to my kitchen nook table. “Who are those from?”
I turn to look that way, having forgot about the flowers I found on my doorstep when I got home. I’d put them on the table after looking at the card, and then promptly forgot about them as I started dinner. Looking back to the cutting board, I say, “Jamie.”
“And you don’t think it’s poor form to have a man over to your house for dinner and some fucking, while your former boyfriend sends you flowers?” Dane says quietly, but there’s no mistaking the anger in his voice.
My eyebrow lifts as my eyes widen for a moment in surprise, then narrow at him. “Excuse me?”
His head nods toward the flowers. “I don’t need to repeat it.”
I put my knife down on the counter and glare at him. “Well, I’m sorry if your sensibilities were offended. I just set them down there as I was in a hurry to get dinner going. I’d intended to throw them away like the others, but—”
“Others?” Dane growls menacingly, and my level of offense over his reaction increases.
And then… it melts away, leaving a bubbly warmth behind as I realize that this is nothing but pure jealousy, and I wonder if Dane has ever really experienced it before. He doesn’t seem to be handling it all that well.
“You’re taking this awful personally,” I remark, and now Dane’s eyes narrow at me.
“He hurt you,” he grits out from across the counter. “Of course I’m taking it personal.”
“They’re just flowers, Dane,” I tell him with a smirk. “I didn’t ask for them, and I don’t want them.”
“Then you won’t mind if I throw them away,” he mutters, getting up to head to the kitchen table. I don’t say a word as he picks the flowers up, vase and all. He takes a moment to read the card, scowls, and then turns to the garbage can to throw them away.
When he’s done, his eyes come to me and I try to wipe the smile off my face. It’s not fast enough, and he grouses, “I’m not jealous.”
“If you say so,” I tell him with a serious look.
His eyes darken, and he strides toward me. My heart rate speeds out of control the closer he gets, and then he’s on me. Hands in my hair, mouth hot on mine as he kisses the amusement right out of me.
Moaning, I press into him and feel his length hardening against me. With a hand fisting my hair, he pulls his lips from mine just enough to whisper urgently, “I need to fuck you right now.”
“Staking your territory?” I murmur, and I get a hard slap to my ass for my temerity.
I yelp but push harder into him, because that actually felt good.
“Mmmmm. Someone likes getting spanked.” His hand rubs my ass as he kisses me again, then he’s pulling my skirt up. I’d not had time to change after work, merely kicked my heels off in the foyer.
Dane spins me and bends me over the counter where I rest my forearms. He yanks my panties down my legs, and I step out of them.
“Spread ’em, baby,” he says roughly, and I do.
“What about Andrew?” I ask hesitantly, wondering what it would look like for him to walk in on this.
“He’s late,” Dane mutters as his hand rubs my bare ass. “His loss.”
“But what if—”
My words are cut off as his hand cracks against my skin. I involuntarily flex my hips inward to get away from the pain, even as my pussy contracts in pleasure.
He slaps me again on the other ass cheek. Before I can even gasp over that strike, his hand comes down right on my pussy.
I shriek, “Jesus… Dane,” and then I’m groaning as he sinks two fingers into me.
Chuckling, Dane teases me, “Three slaps and you’re soaking wet.”
I groan again and my head drops down in shame, but not really. God, that felt good.
My pulse fires crazily when I hear Dane’s zipper come down, and then he’s pushing his cock right inside of me. He thrusts hard and deep, and without giving me any time to appreciate the fullness of him, he starts fucking me fast. Pressing his fingers to my clit, he hammers into me. It takes no time at all for me to explode as I cry out his name. Dane keeps thrusting, grunting with every stroke until he grinds out his release with a long groan of satisfaction.
Rather than pulling out, Dane wraps his arms around my shoulders and pulls me up slightly. He puts his mouth to my ear and says, “I really am sorry Jamie hurt you. It pisses me off seeing him try to make amends and for more reasons than because I’m the one fucking you now.”
I smile and bring my arms up to rest over his. His cock is still long and hard inside me for now. “Did he really hurt me, though? I mean… within a few days, I was fucking Kynan, then you. I’m currently fucking my two best friends. Did he hurt me or free me?”
The rumble of a chuckle vibrates from Dane’s chest into me. “If I believe he freed you, I’m going to have to send the fucker flowers myself to thank him.”
I laugh as Dane pulls out of me, and then watch him with way too much affection raging through me as he squats down to help put my panties back on. When he pulls them up over my hips, he presses his lips to the center of them for a brief moment before looking up at me.
“You’re not free,” he says as he looks up at me, giving my hips a squeeze.
“I’m not?”
“You have me and Andrew.” His voice is soft, but there’s uncertainty there when he says “Andrew”.
“He’s over half an hour late,” I tell Dane as he pulls my skirt down into place and then stands up to face me.
His hands come to my shoulder, and he bends so his face is closer to mine. “We need to cut him loose.”
My eyebrows draw inward as a stab of pain hits me in my gut. “We can’t. It’s cruel.”
Dane shakes his head. “Avril… he wants us to cut him loose. You know it’s true.”
I shake my head, but Dane’s hands to my face catch my attention as he moves even closer into me. “He gave this a try, and he kept his distance. But what’s happening to you and me is something different, and we didn’t plan on this. I know Andrew… he’s not here right now because he’s sending us a message.”
“A message?”
Dane nods. “He sees what’s going on between us, and yes… there is something happening between you and me that neither of us thought would happen. I think he’s telling us that we need to pay attention to it.”
My heart plummets even as a small dose of relief sweeps through me. I think he’s right, but there’s still some doubt. “How do we know that for sure?”
“We don’t,” Dane says grimly as he brushes his lips across my forehead. “But I’m going to talk to him and find out exactly what he wants and needs.”
I jolt in surprise. “Right now?”
“Yeah,” he says softly. “I need to know I’m calling this right.”
“And if you are?” I ask hesitantly. “What does that mean for us?”
Dane presses his mouth to mine briefly. When he pulls back, I’m torn over the mixed emotions on his face.
Fear, excitement, vulnerability, hope.
“I have no clue what it means for us,” he says. “But we’ll figure it out.”