Down and Dirty, page 21
Jess paused—for just a moment—but it was long enough to warn him whatever she said next would be a lie. He’d come to learn her “tells.”
“I’m just tired. That was a lot.”
He chuckled, deciding he was overreacting. Of course she was tired. Because it was a hell of a lot. “You’ll get used to it.”
She didn’t reply to that. Instead, she turned toward the cabinet and pulled down three coffee mugs.
Rhys leaned against the counter, watching as Jess reached into the refrigerator, pulling out cream for her coffee, then pulling a spoon out of the drawer.
She fit in their space.
She fit here.
He’d felt the rightness of that almost since day one, but it had become even better in the past two weeks, since they’d moved from roommates to lovers. Rhys would never have described himself as lonely, always opting for the word loner. He’d walked through his life with a plan, never questioning if it was right or wrong.
Jess had shaken his foundation, revealing cracks he’d never noticed.
Rhys had also studied Layla with Miguel and Finn all afternoon, and for the first time in his life, he’d felt a definite twinge of…well, he could only describe it as jealousy. He was jealous of what Tony’s sister had found.
The problem was, while he, Jess, and Tony had changed their status, holding back nothing—physically—in the bedroom, none of them had mentioned what came next.
Did something come next?
Did he want something else?
They couldn’t live in this limbo land of lust forever, though he had to admit that wouldn’t be a terrible thing. Sex with Jess and Tony was off-the-charts amazing, and he didn’t see it ever getting old.
But sharing a woman in the bedroom was different from sharing a…
Fuck.
Rhys let himself think the word.
Avoiding it didn’t mean it wasn’t there.
A wife.
He was actually considering taking a wife, and he wanted it to be Jess. More than that, he wanted—no, he needed—Tony to be part of that relationship. His reasons for eschewing marriage still existed. He was still a committed physician, and he would continue to work long hours.
However, he wouldn’t have to worry about all the nights he’d have to leave to go to the hospital because Tony would be there. The three of them—all workaholics—had already proven they could share the load so much better together. They’d been making it work for two months.
So…what if they made this permanent?
He and Tony would raise Jasper as their son, and they could even have children of their own.
Perhaps that was the most shocking discovery Rhys had made.
He wanted to be a father, wanted to be Jasper’s father. He loved the boy more than he could say.
Jess stepped next to him, reaching for the pot.
Rhys stopped her, twisting them until she was pressed against the counter. He lowered his head and kissed her.
Jess didn’t move for a moment, and he wasn’t sure if it was his sudden act of passion or something else that held her back.
However, it passed quickly, and she lifted her arms, wrapping them around his neck. The kiss grew hotter, their tongues touching, stroking, tasting. He jerked slightly when Jess dug her teeth into his lower lip.
Lifting her, he set her ass on the counter, shifting between her thighs. Jess’s legs came around his waist and she pressed herself against him, showing him with actions rather than words just how much she wanted him.
He slipped his hands beneath her sweater, engulfing her breasts in his hands, squeezing them with more force than he usually did. He was hungry, starving for her. Ready to devour every single bit of her, and then demand more.
“What the hell?”
He and Jess stilled at the rumble of Tony’s voice in the doorway.
Rhys frowned, confused by Tony’s furrowed brows, his scowl.
He looked pissed.
Actually, he looked jealous.
“Tony—” Rhys started.
Jess, startled, jumped down from the counter, putting some space between herself and Rhys. She’d clearly seen the same thing.
“I…shit. I’m sorry. I don’t want to come between the two of you.”
Between them?
Rhys shook his head, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on, his arousal quickly dampened. It was as if Tony had dumped a bucket of water on the flames.
Jess’s words seemed to have shaken something loose in Tony, because he sucked in a deep breath, his anger vanishing as quickly as it has flashed.
“No. Wait.” Tony raised his hand when it was apparent Jess intended to escape to her room. “It was hot. Don’t stop.”
“Tony…” Jess said, clearly not convinced.
“I mean it.” Tony crossed the room to them in three long strides. He placed his hand under Jess’s chin, tilting her face up to his. “This is still new. I saw the two of you and for a split second, I was pissed you started without me. If I wasn’t such an impulsive motherfucker, I would have kept my mouth shut and enjoyed the show because watching the two of you is the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. So we’re moving this to the bedroom. Right now. And you two are going to continue the show. Only with a twist.”
“A twist?” Rhys asked, his cock thickening once more.
“Yeah. I’m going to direct.” Tony turned toward the door, drawing Jess in front of him, smacking her ass. “Get moving, gorgeous.”
Rhys followed Tony and Jess to his bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind him. With the exception of the exam room, they’d limited their sexual encounters to his bedroom because it was the farthest from the guest room, and Jasper would be less likely to hear them.
Rhys silently wished it was their bedroom, one that the three of them shared every night. Something was going to have to give soon. They couldn’t continue this affair without discussing the future.
Tony stopped next to the bed and turned to face them. Jess stood between them, her flushed face and taut nipples betraying her obvious arousal.
Tony looked at Rhys. “Undress her.”
Rhys wasted no time as he tugged her shirt over her head. Then he gripped her arm and twisted her until she faced Tony. He unfastened her bra, tugging it away from her body.
Tony began to undress as well, his gaze glued to Jess’s body, as Rhys revealed more and more of it. Once Jess and Tony were both naked, Tony held his hand out to her. “Come here, angel.”
Jess accepted his proffered hand, the two of them climbing onto the bed together. Tony propped a couple of pillows together, leaning back against them in a position halfway between sitting and reclining. He drew Jess between his legs, her back resting against his chest, and Rhys was reminded of the night the three of them had shared their first kiss.
Rhys shifted to the foot of the bed, taking off his own clothing as his lovers watched. Tony’s hands rested on Jess’s stomach without moving. He didn’t seek to continue their play without Rhys, calmly waiting as he stripped off his pants and boxer briefs.
While Rhys felt no attraction toward Tony—and he knew the same to be true of his friend—he wasn’t uncomfortable with his nudity in front of him. Neither of them had bothered to hide their desire for Jess from each other.
Rhys hadn’t anticipated that. What’s more, he could appreciate Tony’s muscular physique as much as Jess did, but it didn’t turn him on like it did her.
“Show Rhys how much you want him,” Tony murmured, placing a kiss on Jess’s bare shoulder.
She parted her legs in invitation.
“Are you wet, Jess?” Tony asked.
Jess nodded.
“Show me,” he commanded.
Jess didn’t hesitate for a moment. She slid her finger along her slit, lifting it to show Tony. He gripped her wrist and sucked her finger into his mouth.
Jess’s head fell back on a sigh until Tony released her finger.
“Show Rhys.”
Because Tony still retained his grip on her wrist, Jess lifted her other hand, intent on offering him the same.
Tony snatched it before she could touch herself, shaking his head. “Not that way.”
Rhys knelt on the end of the bed, crawling toward Jess, wanting exactly what Tony was suggesting. As Tony held her wrists, Rhys lowered his head, sliding his tongue along the same path her finger had just taken.
“God,” Jess breathed. “Rhys.”
He took his time, stroking her opening, teasing her clit, tasting her. With his hands on her thighs, he pushed her legs farther apart so he could settle more fully between her legs.
“You like Rhys’s mouth on you, angel?”
“Yes,” Jess whispered.
“You want him to fuck you with his tongue?” he asked.
“Please,” she pleaded.
Rhys was already there. He plunged his tongue inside her, thrusting in and out, forced to hold onto her thighs to keep Jess steady as she began to writhe.
“So good,” she said.
Rhys glanced up along her body to see that Tony had released her wrists. One of his hands now rested at the base of Jess’s throat, his thumb tilting her head backwards so he could steal a hard, hot kiss.
Rhys resumed his own more personal, intimate kiss.
For several moments, the three of them drove the heat higher, as Rhys added his fingers to the play, stroking her clit as he fucked her with his tongue. Tony’s hands had drifted to her breasts, where he pinched and pulled her nipples.
Jess undulated, climbing quickly toward her orgasm. However, before she could fall over, Tony said, “Don’t let her come.”
Rhys lifted his head, even as Jess cried out a complaint.
“No,” she said, attempting to push Rhys’s head back down. “I was there. So close.” Her words were breathless, more air than sound.
Tony bit her shoulder, shocking her into silence when she continued to beg, still trying to drag Rhys back into place.
“And you’re going to get even closer, angel.” Tony sat up, his change in position shifting Jess as well. “Hands and knees,” he directed her. “Take Rhys in your mouth.”
Rhys had sunk to his haunches, but as Jess did as asked, he rose up on his knees, gathering her hair in his fist to hold it out of the way. He didn’t want to miss a second of her taking his cock inside her mouth.
Jess wrapped her hand around the base of his dick, holding him as she lowered her head. At first, she merely teased, running her tongue around his head, toying with the tip in a way that tickled more than aroused.
“Suck him,” Tony said. He had risen to his knees as well, kneeling between Jess’s ankles, his thick cock brushing against the globes of her ass.
Jess took Rhys into her mouth slowly, pausing after just a few seconds. He was too focused on her actions to understand why she stopped.
“Birth control?” Tony said, drawing Rhys’s attention back to him. Tony was drawing his cock up and down along the slit between Jess’s legs, the head of his dick shiny from her arousal.
“It’s safe,” Rhys answered in response. “Jess?”
* * *
Tony held his breath as he awaited Jess’s response. He’d never taken a woman without a condom, never experienced what it felt like to take a woman—his woman—bare. But he wanted that with Jess. Wanted to stake his claim in the most primitive way, filling her with his come and, God willing, someday with his baby.
Jess released Rhys’s dick with a pop, looking over her shoulder at him. She was the most fearless, beautiful, confidant woman he’d ever seen. She gave him a sultry grin that would have dropped him to his knees if he wasn’t already there.
“Do it,” she demanded before turning her attention back to Rhys, taking him deep into her mouth.
“Jesus,” Rhys muttered, his fist gripping her hair tighter, using it to draw her mouth up and down along his dick. Rhys was controlling the speed, the depth. And Jess was letting him. For now.
Tony knew that wouldn’t remain the case, however. While Jess went along with Tony and Rhys’s commands, she was no submissive, and during the course of their sexual encounters, she’d made more than a few demands of her own.
Tony fisted his own dick, drawing it up and down her slit once more, teasing himself as much as her. He paused when the head of it brushed against her ass.
Jess stilled but didn’t release Rhys.
Rhys, whose eyes had been closed, must have sensed the change in the air. He opened his eyes, his gaze traveling to Tony’s cock.
Their sex up until now had been very straightforward, and if they discounted the fact there were two men in the bed, downright vanilla. They took turns fucking her pussy, indulging mostly in missionary and doggie style. Apart from pinching her nipples and giving her a few smacks on her ass, they hadn’t drifted into anything overly kinky or dirty in this bedroom.
The experience in the exam room had opened a door, left Tony wanting to test limits, to explore so much more with them.
Without speaking, he pushed his cock harder against her anus, not breaching it, just…giving her a glimpse of where he hoped to take them soon.
Jess lifted her head, but she didn’t look back at Tony. What she did was a hell of a lot sexier.
She pressed back against him, a clear invitation, one that Rhys didn’t miss either.
Tony stroked her ass. “Soon, angel,” he promised. “But not tonight. Tonight we’re all coming together. Same time.”
Gripping his dick, he pressed downward and then, with one hard thrust, he claimed her pussy.
Jess gasped at his fast, rough entry, then joined the race. Lowering her head, she sucked Rhys into her mouth and, given the look on his roommate’s face, he’d say she’d taken off the kid gloves. Rhys tugged her hair, though Tony wasn’t sure if it was to drive the rhythm or reclaim some control.
And he didn’t care. All he knew was, he’d never felt anything more exquisite than the wet heat of Jess’s body gloving his dick.
He gripped her hips and took them both for a ride, thrusting in and out, fucking her with a reckless abandon he’d never allowed himself. Control wasn’t something he wanted here.
Not now. Not with her.
With them.
Tony wanted to lose himself completely in the wonder, the rightness.
The three of them moved together, a perfect tango, pounding together, as each of them gave and took, then took some more.
Rhys was the first to break. “Jesus, Jess. I’m going to—” It was all he said before he closed his eyes, grunting in pleasure as he came. Jess held him in her mouth, swallowing every drop. Tony slowed down as he watched, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t.
As Rhys fell back onto his haunches, Jess lifted her head and looked back at Tony. “I’m close,” she admitted.
He nodded. “I am too.”
After that, words weren’t necessary. Tony continued to pump inside her, Jess meeting him blow for blow, adding more pressure, more force, more heat.
When she fell from her hands to her elbows, her face buried in the duvet, he knew she was there. She cried out as her orgasm crashed down on her, the tight pulsing of her pussy taking him down as well.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Goddammit!” Tony jerked inside her three more times before he couldn’t hold back any longer. He came so hard, his teeth nearly rattled.
Jess moaned beneath him, her orgasm fading, her pussy quivering in the aftermath.
She trembled when he pulled out, her body limp as he and Rhys gently lifted her, placing her between them on the bed. She rested her arm around Rhys’s waist, her head on his shoulder. Tony spooned her from behind, placing a soft kiss on her neck.
They lay there, still, fitting together like puzzle pieces, and again, Tony had a sense of coming home, of finally finding his place in the world.
It was these two people. And this room. This bed.
He’d just closed his eyes, the blissful exhaustion of his climax knocking him out, when Jess spoke.
“I need to go back to my room.”
Tony longed to ask her to stay. But that wouldn’t be kind to her. Jess was right to leave. She had Jasper to think of.
He kissed her shoulder again. “Okay.”
Rhys gave her a kiss as well, his landing on her forehead. Then he shifted and sat up, allowing Jess to climb off the bed.
Tony lay there watching as Rhys helped her find her clothes in the dimness of the room, the only light provided by the streetlamp outside and the brightness of a full moon on a clear night.
Once she was dressed, she paused, her lips parting, as if she wanted to say something. He watched the words fade away, unspoken.
Then she kissed Rhys, smiled at Tony, offered them both an adorable finger wave at the door, and she was gone.
Tony forced himself to sit up then, aware he needed to go back to his own room as well. And equally aware that he didn’t want to keep sleeping alone.
“We need to talk about this,” Rhys said, breaking the silence.
Tony nodded. “I know we do.”
“You feel it too, right?”
Tony stood and turned to face his friend, Rhys’s words sending a wave of…utter relief through him. They were on the same page. Tony had suspected as much, but hearing it spoken aloud filled him with a hope that things were going to turn out just fine. “Yeah. I do.”
“So we need to decide our next step,” Rhys said, clearly ready to map out the next forty to fifty years of their lives tonight.
Tony stepped around the bed and reached for his pants. A conversation like this probably required some clothing.
Before they could continue, however, a buzzing from Tony’s pocket caught his attention. He withdrew his phone and saw a text from Gio. “Shit. There’s an alarm going off at the warehouse. We’ve had some problems with assholes trying to break in to steal the copper piping. I have to go.”
Rhys nodded. “Lunch tomorrow? Meet somewhere downtown?”
“Sounds good. Text me in the morning and we’ll figure out when and where.”
Tony finished grabbing his clothes, dressing in the hallway.
As he walked toward the door, he paused outside Jess’s room and grinned.
