Page 183 of Pucking Around

“And I don’t just mean that I get to fuck you and hold you and orbit you like a satellite,” he adds. “I mean that you’re all fucking mine. You’remySeattle Girl.” He grips tight to my jaw, holding me still as I pant. “Wear my jersey, you better be ready to wear my ring and my name, because that’s where this is going for me. Don’t fucking tease me again unless you’re all the way there too.”

I gasp, but he silences the sound with another kiss, his fingers still working me, his thumb pressing down on my clit until I’m moaning, desperate to come. Jake loves me. He wants to marry me. He’s teased me about the Elvis minster, but this is different. He’s all in.

He pushes off me with a groan, sitting back on his knees between my spread legs. “Mars, anything to add about the jersey business before we get down to business?”

“Yeah, I will throw that one away,” he says quietly.

I go still, my head slowly turning in the direction of his voice. “Why?” I whisper.

“Because my woman doesn’t wear a store-bought costume bearing my number,” he replies. “She wearsmyjersey. That is what you wear, Rakas.”

“Fucking agreed,” says Jake. “It’s settled then. We’ll burn these in the fire pit and make s’mores,” he adds, tossing the jersey to the floor. “Now, back to business. We’re going to take this body and make it ours, baby,” he growls, one hand cupping my pussy again as the other palms my breast. “You are all fucking ours, Rachel. Cay doesn’t get to touch. He doesn’t get to look. Not until we say.”

Using the wetness between my legs, he rubs it on my peaked nipple. “Mars, taste,” he orders.

Heart in my throat, I wait for that perfect feeling of Ilmari’s closeness, of him joining in fully. The bed sinks on my left side and my senses fill with the smell of his cologne.

He brushes his nose along my jaw, his beard prickling. “Tell me to stop, Rakas.”

“Don’t stop,” I whisper. “Never stop. Love me.”

His mouth closes around my nipple, and I sigh into him, my arms bristling with goose bumps as Jake drops to his knees and buries his face in my pussy. They work me together, Ilmari’s massive hand palming my other breast as he teases me. The feeling of two men pouring their hearts and souls into my skin, teasing me, cherishing me. It’s almost more than I can bear.

Tears sting my eyes behind the blindfold as I squirm, desperate to touch them, to reciprocate with my hands, my mouth. I want them everywhere.

“Free her legs,” Jake orders, taking his mouth off my clit before I can come.

Mars shifts his weight, dropping off the bed to do as he’s told. I don’t know what happened between them that Jake is taking on this dominant role, but I don’t mind one bit. I love a bossy Jake. My pussy clearly does too because I’m quivering with the need for him to take control.

Ilmari’s hands are tender as he releases the restraints from my ankles one at a time, kissing the inside of each ankle reverently as he lets me go.

Meanwhile, Jake keeps teasing me with his fingers and his mouth, working me right up to that edge. “Has she come yet?” he calls at Caleb.

“Ngho,” Caleb says through his makeshift gag.

“You okay?” I call, my voice whiny and breathless.

He grunts again, rattling his fists against the dresser drawers. I guess if he really wanted to, he could Hulk-out and jerk the drawers loose from the frame. I can’t help but smile, picturing him standing naked, tied up in a web of his own making. I don’t intend to leave him there all night, but this is an important lesson for him that actions have consequences. The jersey switch may have been my idea, but he’s always stirring the shit and dancing away like my little naughty devil. Besides, the guys have to know they can check each other, and I won’t interfere.

As soon as both my legs are free, Jake tips my hips back, his weight hovering over me as he seeks my mouth again. I open for him, kissing him back as I sigh at the feeling of being so in sync. This man is part of me. I was unraveled in Seattle, and his threads wove me back together. We’re part of the same tapestry now, making a new, beautiful picture.

“Please, angel,” I beg. “I need you.”

“You need me?” he pants against my lips.

“So much.”

“You mine, Rachel?”

“Yours,” I say, gripping my wrist restraints. Feet flat on the bed, I tip my hips, notching his cock at my wet center. “Please, Jake. Come find me. I need you. Find me. Find—ah—”

He slams into me, his cock sliding in deep. The cradle of my hips catches him as we rock together, riding out our pleasure. I wrap my legs around him. He helps, shifting his weight as he comes down on top of me. Then we’re both sighing, breathing through our mouths as we work our hips together.

“No waiting, baby,” he says against my lips. “Come with me. Come now. Again and Again,” he breathes. “All night. Come for us. Be with us, baby girl.”

It feels so easy with the blindfold on to sink into my bliss, letting him wind me up as he slips a hand between us and works my clit. The heat spreads through my whole body, tingling across my chest, down to my fingertips. My breath catches, and then I’m flying and falling, spiraling through the air. My pussy clenches tight as the orgasm catches fire, spreading across the whole of my core, rocking me deep.

“Yes,” Jake groans, his face buried in my neck as he slams deep with his hips and holds me there, letting my core pulse around him as he comes too. The moment of our shared euphoria cascades down around us like the rain that first painted the sky on our night in Seattle.