Текст книги "Hot Ticket"

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Chapter 33

Aggie opened her eyes to Eric’s inquisitive gaze. “Are you awake?”

She started and covered her eyes with a pillow. “Jeez, how can I sleep with you staring at me like that?”

“You didn’t have a problem for the past hour.”

“You’ve been watching me sleep for an hour?”

“Uh huh.”

“Eric, you have a problem.”

“I am well aware of that. I’m ready.”

“For what?”

“To watch.”

“This kind of takes the spontaneity and romance out of the act, you know?”

Eric leaned back and sat on the floor with his back against the wall. “Just pretend I’m not here.”

“Yeah, like that’s possible.”

Jace spooned up against her back. “It’s early,” he murmured.

She turned her head to look at him. His lips curled into a gentle smile, but he kept his eyes closed.

“Sorry. Did I wake you?” she asked.

“Yes. You know I’m not a morning person.”

His hands moved to cup her breasts. Apparently, he wasn’t aware of Eric’s presence. She wasn’t sure why the thought of Eric watching had her hot and bothered. She’d had some wild times in sex parlors in her youth, but she hadn’t done it in front of an audience for years. She’d gotten a certain level of excitement back in the day, knowing other people could see her performing sexual acts and having acts performed on her. Those had been strangers though. This was different. She’d have to look Eric in the eye after this was over.

“You don’t mind him watching?” Jace asked.

“You knew he was there?”

“I’m not that groggy in the morning.” His grin widened, and his hand slipped down her belly.

“I think it will be sexy. I want him to watch.”

“Me too,” he murmured.

She rolled over in his arms and brushed her fingers through his hair. He hadn’t been putting gel in it recently, and she loved its silky texture beneath her palms and between her thighs.

She kissed him and directed his hand between her legs. “I never got to come last night,” she whispered. “I want your mouth right here.” She squeezed his hand against her mound.

“I think I can handle that.”

He slipped her panties from her body. He surprised her by rolling onto his back. When she crinkled her brow at him in confusion, he grinned and said, “Come up here, baby. Sit on my face.”

She climbed from the covers and moved up his body to straddle his face. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and lifted his head to suckle her clit.

“Wow,” she gasped.

He suckled every bit of slick flesh between her thighs and then plunged his tongue inside her. She shuddered. “Jace.”

His rough beard stubble scraped against her sensitive flesh as he made out with her pussy. Kissing, sucking, and licking her until she couldn’t take any more. She shifted backward with the intention of sliding down his body. He wrapped both arms around her thighs and wouldn’t let her move. After a long moment, Jace turned his head, gasping for air. Aggie sat back on his chest to let him catch his breath.

“Eric, can you see?” Jace asked.

“Not really.”

“Come on up here with us.”

Eric launched himself onto the bed.

“Do you want him to participate?” Jace nodded in Eric’s direction.

“What do you mean?” Aggie asked.

“Can he touch you?”

Aggie’s eyes widened in surprise. “I thought he was just going to watch.”

“Here’s the thing with Eric. He starts out watching, but sometimes he gets carried away. If you don’t want him to touch you, I won’t let him, but if you don’t mind, he can help me bring you pleasure.”

She laughed. “I can’t handle how much pleasure you give me on your own. How do you think I’ll handle even more?”

Jace slipped her tank top over her head. Eric half growled, half moaned as her breasts were revealed.

“I think you can handle it,” Jace murmured, his fingers brushing over one taut nipple.

She glanced at Eric. She didn’t have a problem with him participating. She found it a little disheartening that Jace had no qualms about another man putting his hands on her. Or seeing her naked. Yes, she went topless onstage, but this was different. This was far more personal. Or maybe it wasn’t. It didn’t have to be.

“He can touch me. Lick me. Suck me. Fuck me. Whatever.”

“Yes,” Eric said, making a victory fist.

“No,” Jace said. “He’s not going to fuck you. Only I fuck you.”

Aggie smiled to herself. Okay, that made her feel better. She wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t much of a boundary, but it was something.

“But I can come on her, right?” Eric asked.

Jace shrugged. “That’s up to her.”

“We’ll see.”

Jace eased her off his chest to sit in the center of the bed and moved to kneel beside her. He brushed her hair aside and planted a gentle kiss on her shoulder. “Isn’t she beautiful?” he asked Eric.

“Yeah. Gorgeous,” Eric agreed. He extended a hand toward her breast, but hesitated with millimeters between their skin. Her nipple hardened, straining toward his fingertips. He took a deep, shaky breath and lowered his hand to rest in a tight fist on his thigh.

Jace grinned crookedly. He was in a strange mood this morning. Calmer than usual. Kind of cocky. She decided it was because Eric was there, and he knew he was the top man on the totem pole.

Jace took Aggie’s chin and turned her head in his direction. He kissed her tenderly and stroked her hair from her face. He whispered into her ear so Eric couldn’t hear. “This is just sex, Aggie, okay? Don’t attach yourself to it emotionally.”

She nodded, understanding what he meant. This would lack their usual emotional connection. Fine with her, as long as she got to see inside his heart when they were alone together. “I know the difference. I’d have said ‘no’ if I had issues with this. Don’t worry about my feelings.”

He kissed her deeply and then pulled away. When he looked at her, she got the feeling he wasn’t seeing her as Aggie, but a stranger to experiment with. She’d try to forget her feelings for him this morning, but she knew it wouldn’t be easy. She loved him. She didn’t think he had the same feelings for her, but hopefully, someday he would.

On his knees, Jace moved in front of her body and lowered his head to rub the flat of his tongue over her nipple. Eric, still fully clothed, spooned up against her back, his lips against her shoulder as he watched Jace tug her nipple into his mouth.

She shuddered. Eric lightly stroked the bare skin of her upper arms with his fingertips, drawing goose bumps to the surface of her skin. She leaned back against his solid chest, concentrating on not lifting her hands and clinging to Jace’s hair as he suckled. She wanted to practice self-control for as long as possible. A test of her willpower. The tugging feeling at her breast spread down her belly and between her thighs, tightening her womb with gentle spasms, making her lips swell and grow wet with desire. When Jace moved his mouth to her other breast, Eric kissed a trail along the top of her back and settled against her other shoulder so he could watch Jace drive her mad with need.

Aggie clenched her hands into fists, letting Jace have his way with her, when every instinct urged her to hold on to him.

Jace’s hands slid over the skin of her lower back. Eric’s moved to circle her waist. They held her in a double embrace. Her heart thudded in anticipation.

“Shift her onto her back,” Jace instructed.

Eric moved from behind her and eased her down on her back. Jace pulled her legs out straight and returned to suckling her left nipple. Aggie gasped brokenly when Eric shifted to lie against her right side and sucked her other nipple into his mouth. She lifted her arms above her head and glanced down at the two of them. Their techniques were totally different. Jace sucked and stroked with his tongue. Eric nibbled and soothed with his lips. She closed her eyes, her head tilting back in ecstasy. Jace slid a hand down her side and belly. She spread her legs, wanting him to put her out of her aching misery. Eric’s hand mirrored Jace’s movements a few seconds after.

Aggie moaned when their fingers moved between her thighs in unison. They stroked her flesh until she couldn’t take it anymore. A pair of fingers slid inside her. She’d lost track of who belonged to which hand, which mouth sucked her left nipple, flicked her right. Another pair of fingers slid into her pussy. They spread her wide, plunging into her and withdrawing, as they worked against each other.

“Oh, that feels good.”

A third hand stroked at her clit.

Eric released her breast from his mouth and slid down to watch the action between her thighs.

“Make her come, Jace. She’s close. Look how swollen she is.”

“Don’t talk, Sticks.”

“Sorry.”

She felt Eric’s warm breath against her mound and then his tongue flicked over her clit, joining the fingers still stroking it. She’d never felt anything like it—fingers and lips and tongues. Here. There. She rocked her hips impatiently, mewing in the back of her throat.

Her pleasure built quickly and within seconds she was shuddering with release. Eric rested his head on her lower belly, his fingers still inside her. Jace released her nipple from his mouth, removed his hands from her body, and slid off the end of the bed.

Eric’s fingers slid free a moment later, leaving her completely empty.

“Are you going to fuck her now?” Eric asked excitedly.

“Not yet.”

Jace grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to the end of the bed. He knelt on the floor and plunged his tongue into her body. Her back arched, and she shuddered. She opened her eyes when she heard a zipper release. Eric was on his hands and knees, peering between her legs upside down, watching Jace eat her out. Eric grabbed his long, hard cock in one hand, stroking himself with Jace’s rhythm.

“Does she taste good, Jace?”

“Mmm,” he murmured in agreement.

Aggie couldn’t take her eyes off Eric’s hand as he stroked himself slowly. She shuddered when Jace sucked her clit into his mouth. He plunged his fingers in and out of her, bringing her to orgasm so quickly she lifted off the mattress. “Jace!”

He didn’t give her time to recover—kept sucking and plunging into her.

“Yeah,” Eric whispered, still watching and stroking his cock. Aggie extended one hand in Eric’s direction and ran her fingers over his scrotum.

His mouth fell open, and his eyes drifted closed.

“Jace. Look at him. He’s about to come all over himself. Put your cock inside me,” Aggie said, watching Eric’s reaction as she barely touched him. If watching Jace eat her out excited Eric that much, she could only imagine how excited he’d be when Jace’s massive cock stretched her to her limits.

Jace stood and spread her legs wider. He grabbed his cock and pressed it into her, sliding in and out to wet himself with her juices.

“Oh God, that’s hot,” Eric gasped. He shifted further down the mattress to improve his vantage.

Jace held onto Aggie’s hips as he buried himself inside her.

“Jace,” she gasped. Goose bumps rose to the surface of her flesh. Could Eric tell how perfectly they fit together? She wanted him to recognize it.

“You feel amazing,” he whispered.

He withdrew. His eyes were on the connection between their bodies. When scarcely an inch of him remained inside her, he lunged forward. She cried out as their bodies collided. He picked up his tempo, quickly finding their familiar rhythm. Aggie watched Eric stroke his cock with the same tempo.

“God, I’m about to come already,” Eric gasped. “This rhythm is insane.”

“Perfect,” Aggie said. “He’s perfect. His rhythm… perfect.”

“Yeah, if your goal is to come. Jesus, dude. I can hear how wet that makes her. What does it feel like?”

“Silky,” Jace murmured. “Slick. Hot.”

Eric whimpered.

“Tight. Soft.”

Eric loosened his hold on his cock, skimming its surface more gently as he continued to stroke himself in time with Jace’s deep thrusts. “Aggie, what does it feel like to have Jace inside you?”

“Full. Hard. Warm. Thick. Hard. Full. Full. Oh, God.”

Jace continued the same relentless tempo for a long while. Aggie lifted her head to look at Jace and found him watching her. He smiled gently, and her heart melted. It seemed strange that by allowing Eric to join them, the bond between them was strengthened. It was as if having a witness and sharing this made it more profound, not less. She hadn’t expected that when she’d agreed to this arrangement. She’d expected Eric’s presence to cheapen the experience.

Eric cried out, drawing Aggie’s attention. He spurted cum over her lower belly, trembling uncontrollably as he let go. “Damn,” he gasped.

“Done already?” Jace murmured, still maintaining the rhythm that held Aggie suspended on the brink of orgasm.

“Already? How long do you plan on continuing?”

“Oh, an hour, though without a condom I might not last that long. Aggie’s body is heaven.”

“I bet.”

Eric lowered his head and sucked Aggie’s clit into his mouth. Her back arched as ripples of pleasure radiated out from her core, clenching hard on Jace’s cock. She screamed with unexpected release.

“Oh God, don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she pleaded. They didn’t stop. Jace pounded against her, filling her as only he could, and Eric sucked her long after her first orgasm subsided.

“I’m gonna come again,” she cried. “Oh. Oh.”

Eric squeezed her breast, pinching her nipple as she came a second time.

The pleasure was so intense that she was in tears.

Jace pulled out.

“Please don’t stop,” she gasped.

“Eric,” Jace said to get his attention.

Eric stopped sucking on Aggie’s clit, and she groaned with torment.

“My turn?” he asked.

“No, I’m changing position.”

Eric moved away while Jace eased Aggie onto her hands and knees.

“Oh hell, yeah,” Eric said.

Jace climbed onto the mattress, knelt behind her, and spread her knees apart.

“Wait,” Eric said. “Don’t put it in yet.”

Jace chuckled. He seemed to be enjoying this. Another thing Aggie hadn’t expected.

Eric slid on his back beneath Aggie until his head was between her knees, and he was looking up where the action was about to take place. His hips were between her hands on the mattress, and when she looked down, his cock was in her field of view.

“Okay, ready when you are,” Eric said.

Aggie laughed. She felt the head of Jace’s cock touch the rim of her pussy, and her laugh became a groan of torment.

“Slow,” Eric coaxed. “Slide it in real slow.”

Jace slid it in real slow. Aggie watched Eric’s cock jerk excitedly in response.

“God, look at it stretch and swallow you. And she smells so good.”

Eric lifted his hands to rub his fingers up and down her belly. Aggie shuddered.

“Deep, Jace. Take her deep.”

Jace was already fully inserted, but he ground against her to drive himself deeper.

“Give her pleasure, Eric, or you’re leaving,” Jace said.

Eric’s fingers found her nipples and stroked them persistently.

“Does that feel good, Aggie?” Jace asked.

“Y-yes,” she gasped, grinding her hips to stimulate herself on Jace’s cock. She pulled forward and then rocked back to bury him deep again.

“I think she wants you to fuck her, Jace.”

“Yes.” She groaned. “I want it.”

Eric’s cock lengthened and thickened as Jace began to move. Jace’s finger slid into her ass, and her legs buckled. “Yeah, Jace, that’s good. Tease my ass. Eric, rub my clit. Rub it.”

Eric rubbed her clit with one hand, and his other went to his hard-on. She loved watching Eric stroke himself while Jace filled her and dipped his fingertips into her ass. A single bead of precum glistened at the head of Eric’s dick. Unable to resist his offering, she lowered her head and licked it. Salty. Sweet.

“Oh sweet heaven,” Eric gasped.

Encouraged, she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. His entire body convulsed. Jace picked up his tempo, his thrusts deep and steady. He buried two fingers in her ass and curled them down to stimulate the head of his cock as he thrust into her. Aggie cried out, gasping brokenly on the wet head of Eric’s cock. Eric stroked her clit faster—himself twice as fast. Jace vocalized his pleasure louder with each thrust.

“Make her come, Eric. Make her come.”

Eric wasn’t making her come, Jace was. His thickness. Filling her. Rubbing her. His fingers filling her further.

While her body convulsed with release, Jace slowly slid his fingers from her ass.

She lost track of the number of times she came. She sucked Eric’s cock when she thought of it, but most of the time she was too delirious to pay any attention to what he was doing beneath her. Jace’s tempo increased, his breath hitching in the back of his throat. He pulled out at the last moment and came on Aggie’s back with a startled, sputtering cry of release.

“Did I just miss the money shot?” Eric asked. “Ah, fuck.”

Jace collapsed onto the bed beside her, still breathing hard. “Let me catch my breath, and we’ll start over. I’ll do better next time. I didn’t mean to come that fast.”

“Better? That was amazing,” Aggie said, still trembling in the aftermath of multiple orgasms. “Amazing.”

Jace lay beside her, unmoving, his eyes closed.

“Okay, okay.” Eric shuddered, spurting all over his belly. He groaned as he pumped his fluids out with a tight fist. “God, I needed that.”

When Eric went still, breaths still coming in trembling gasps, Jace forced his eyes open. He smiled gently at Aggie and tried to get up. He managed to lift himself on one arm before crumpling to the bed.

“What’s wrong?” Aggie asked.

“I think I need some breakfast.”

He’d overdone it again. “No more sex until you’re fully healed,” Aggie insisted.

“I’ll be okay. I’m just hungry.”

“I’ll go make some scrambled eggs,” Eric said. He wiped the cum off his belly and stuffed his softening cock into his blue boxer briefs before heading for the door in his underwear. Eric should always walk around in his underwear. Dear lord, that long, lean body was some serious eye candy.

“Wait!” Jace called desperately.

Eric paused at the door and looked over his shoulder in question. “What?”

“Don’t get creative with the spices this time—salt and pepper only.”

“What’s the fun in that?” Eric grinned and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

“Aggie, you have to stop him,” Jace whispered as if Eric were on a murder mission. “Last time he mixed cayenne, cinnamon, garlic, and basil.”

Aggie’s nose wrinkled. “In eggs?”

“And I’m starving. I need to eat.”

Aggie kissed his lips and rose from the bed. “I’ve got you, baby. You rest.” She reached for her clothes.

While Eric pretended to be the Swedish Chef from the Muppet Show, Aggie monitored his progress and cooked the bacon. Whenever he reached for a spice to sprinkle in the huge pan of eggs, Aggie smacked it out of his hand. Eric cooked like he did everything else: to the beat of a different drummer with all the heart and enthusiasm he could muster. And while she expected things to be weird between them now (she’d just washed his cum off her belly, after all), he didn’t act differently around her at all. If anything, he seemed more relaxed and friendlier than before.

Aggie spread strips of bacon over a paper towel to collect the grease and dumped frozen hash browns into the bacon pan. She put a lid on the top to stop the grease from spattering.

“Why don’t you make some toast? The bread’s in that cabinet there.” He pointed with his spatula.

While she was occupied with opening the bread wrapper, Eric reached for the allspice.

“No,” she said, grabbing the bottle from his hand.

“It’s called allspice,” he said. “Doesn’t that mean it should be used to spice all?”

“Eric, add that crap to your own eggs after everyone gets their safe serving.”

“Safe? Boring, you mean.”

“Eggs are supposed to be boring.”

Jace opened the bedroom door and hobbled to the table. Wearing nothing but jeans and his sling (which he’d been using less, so its appearance must mean his shoulder was bothering him), he slid into the booth. Resting his left elbow on the table, he propped his forehead up with his hand.

“You wore his ass out, Aggie. Look at him.”

Oh, she was looking at him, all right.

“Shut up, Sticks,” Jace murmured.

The toast popped, and Aggie buttered a slice. She handed it to Jace. “Eat this while you wait for your eggs.”

Jace lifted his head from his hand, patted her butt affectionately, and accepted the piece. “Thanks.”

“I smell food,” Brian said, leaning out of his bunk. “Smells good. Who’s cooking?” He blinked his eyes in the light of the cabin until they focused on Eric at the stove. “Sticks? Never mind. I’ll starve.” He closed his curtain again.

“Good,” Jace called, his mouth full of toast. “Leaves more for me.”

“Aggie’s got him under control,” Trey said, hopping out of his bunk and stealing bacon from the counter.

Trey sat across from Jace and handed him a piece of his bacon. “You okay, man?”

“Yeah.”

Sed climbed out of his bunk and slid next to Trey, his big body taking up more than its share of the booth. “I’m in,” he said. When he tried to help himself to Trey’s bacon, he got his hand slapped.

Brian hopped down from his bunk. “I guess if the rest of you die of food poisoning, there’s no reason for me to go on alone.”

“Think of Myrna,” Trey said.

“I’m mostly thinking of my stomach.” Brian scooted in next to Jace. “Man, you sure you should be out of the hospital? You look like death warmed over.”

Now Aggie felt guilty. She exchanged glances with Eric. “We should have let him sleep in this morning,” she whispered as she turned the hash browns.

“He usually doesn’t get out of bed until noon. He always looks like shit in the morning.”

Aggie went to the refrigerator and shoved the beer aside until she found a bottle of orange juice. She unscrewed the top and set it in front of Jace. “Here, baby, drink this.”

He blushed at her sentiment, and it did not go unnoticed by the other guys. “Yeah, baby, dwink your juice all up,” Trey said. “Be a good widdle man.”

Brian pinched Jace’s cheek. “Such a cute widdle baby, isn’t he? He needs to dwink his juice from his sippy cup.”

Scowling, Jace slapped Brian’s hand away.

Aggie grinned. The guys loved him. That’s why they teased him relentlessly. He was like their adored little brother. Why couldn’t Jace see that? Maybe Aggie needed to help him see what was already there.