Page 53 of The Handy Men
"Fuck," she shouted as Jack gripped her hips and thrust into her.
"Bounce on me," he gritted out.
Her thighs burning, she did what he asked.
"What a pretty sight," Dean said, rubbing his hands all over her.
"Please," she babbled holding on to Dean.
"Why don't you just sit there," he said, kneeling next to Jack.
Jack turned his head as Dean guided his cock into his mouth. Paige watched in a hazy daze of feelings as Dean shuddered while Jack worked his cock into his throat. She moved again, slowly. On hand was on Dean's shoulder and the other on Jack's chest.
Every night, she was going to have the two of them like this.
It pushed her over the edge again and she sobbed. "Please, I need a break. I can't stop coming."
Dean lowered it to a bare buzz. "Just watch if you want for now. And join in when you catch your breath."
Taking the condom off Jack, she tied it up and placed it in the small trash can next to the bed. Then she went back and cuddled him. Jack wrapped his arm around her and held her close. It was second nature to take his cock in her hand and rub him in time to his rhythm he used sucking Dean. She trailed little kisses up his chest.
Dean came first and then fingered Jack while Paige stroked him to a powerful orgasm. After they cleaned up, Paige could barely keep her eyes open. Sandwiched between her two handsome lovers, she fell asleep feeling sore and cherished and eager to play around with them as soon as she got her second wind.
16
Paige had the foresight to set her phone alarm for three thirty a.m. Dragging herself out of bed, she took a quick shower to wake herself up and then tried to find all of the pieces of her clothes without disturbing Jack and Dean.
She crept downstairs and looked through all the cupboards until she found the coffee and started a pot. There was no time for breakfast because she had to get back to the inn and make sure her guests had a nice buffet set out for them by seven.
As she was waiting for the coffee to brew, she tried not to fall asleep on her feet, but she must have dozed off, because Jack grabbed her in a bear hug that had her gasping.
"Trying to sneak out without saying good-bye, huh?" He nuzzled her neck and she leaned into the caress. He pulled up her shirt and shamelessly massaged her breasts.
"Jack," she scolded, but half-heartedly. It felt too damned good as she was still sleepy. She could feel his hardness growing against her ass as he pressed her against the counter. "I didn't want to wake you guys after such a…hard night." Paige rubbed against his erection.
"I love you, Mrs. Reynolds."
She giggled at the title. "I love you, too, my darling husband."
Of course, none of this was remotely legal, but she didn't care. As far as she was concerned, she'd just gotten married to her best friends. And she beat her ex-husband to the altar. Sort of.
"All I want to do this morning is fuck you again," he said, rolling her nipple with his thumb and forefinger.
"You going to make me come just by playing with my breasts," she said.
"Shouldn't have told me that.” He kissed her neck again, tugging on her tender nipples.
When she whimpered, he used his teeth on her neck and shoulder. Jack tugged her bra over her breasts.
"Jack, I need to go," she complained half-heartedly, but she ground her ass against him, loving how he felt. She still felt the buzzing sensation in her tender areas.
"You can put it in a little bit," she said.
Jack froze. He eased her pants down. She felt the velvety hardness of his cock rub against her butt cheeks. He tugged on her nipples with just the right pressure.
"It won't hurt will it?"
"No baby." Jack kissed her neck and spoke huskily in her ear. "But it's not something I can rush with you."
