Page 9 of The Handy Men
"You getting off on the leather?" Jack asked, slapping him again.
Dean could only grunt. The moans on the screen were getting to him.
When they first met Paige last summer, the three of them immediately hit it off. She was funny and sexy, but under that, there was a layer of sadness that had intrigued him and pinged something inside him in return. It took a while, but she finally let them get close to her, and their friendship took off. Jack hadn't been sure the exact moment when friendship turned to lust, but Dean knew it was the day at the beach for him.
They had been lying out on the sand, jumping in the water every now and then to cool off. Paige wore a sleek one-piece that clung in all the right places. Dean couldn't take his eyes off her creamy skin, and luckily, his sunglasses hid his gaze, so she hadn't caught him ogling her. He found himself wanting to lick the salt off her curvy body, nibble on her pebbled nipples, and sink into the molten heat of her. Jack noticed and at first gave him a little attitude about it. But when they were eating ice cream cones on the boardwalk later, Dean caught Jack staring at Paige licking her cone with her cute pink tongue as if he was picturing it on his cock.
From that point on, they decided to seduce her. Unfortunately, they weren't very good at it, or she was just thick-headed and didn't get that they wanted her as more than a friend. The fact that she responded to their little kisses and caresses encouraged him. Now that he'd seen her playing with herself while watching them, he could work with that. She obviously liked what she saw. If Paige were here now, they would put on another personal show for her until she felt comfortable about joining in, and they’d spend the rest of the evening exploring one another's bodies. He'd kiss every inch of her and see what made her scream. But she wasn't here, and when they were at the bed and breakfast it had to be all business.
"You're going to make me come," Jack whispered. "It's damn good, but I wish I had Paige's tits in my face and my fingers on her clit." So he was fantasizing about her, too? They had to have her soon or they'd both go nuts.
Picturing both of them sucking on her nipples at the same time while she stroked their cocks, one in each of her hands, Dean moaned. His hips rubbed faster on the couch, wishing he was sinking inside her wet heat instead of the yielding leather. Jack's hand cracked down on his ass again and Dean leapt up snarling. He pulled Jack onto the floor. Reaching into the end table, he pulled out a tube of lube and a condom.
"Yeah, get me nice and slick for you," Jack said. "You think Paige would do this for you so she could watch you fuck me?"
Dean nodded. He unwrapped the condom over his hard member and glided the thick ointment all over it, thinking of how Paige would react. She hadn't shied away tonight. She watched their performance, riveted.
He would love to have gotten her off. Hell, they both would have. She hadn't been shocked, so maybe she had a bit of kinkiness that would allow her to accept a different type of relationship. She wouldn't have stayed if she hadn't wanted them. Dean had plans to explore every inch of her and see just where her limits were. He'd like her to ride his cock while he blew Jack. Maybe have Jack eat her pussy while he fucked him.
Jack's entire body shuddered when Dean's lube covered fingers stretched him, preparing him.
"I love you," Jack said, kissing Dean. "But if you don't fuck me now, I'll go insane." Jack gave Dean's ass another hard slap.
Bending Jack in half, Dean slid deep inside him with long practice.
"Fuck," Jack breathed out as pain danced into pleasure.
"I'll never get tired of seeing that look on your face," Dean said.
When he was sure Jack was used to him, he braced himself on his hands and rocked into him hard. It had always been like this for them. Savage coupling. Never getting enough of each other. Wanting every little pleasure and debauchery to come to them.
And they loved making a woman come. They liked taking turns, watching each other. Then, when she was ready and half out of her mind with pleasure, they'd take her both at the same time. They would have to go easy on each other when Paige was watching so she didn't spook. But for right now, Dean had a lot of frustration he wanted to take out, and Jack's moans only encouraged him.
Dean eased up when Jack fumbled for his own cock, allowing him to pull it with jerky rhythms. He pictured the two of them taking Paige. Him in her ass and Jack in her pussy, Paige's soft body between them. Jack would kiss her and Dean would hold them both in his arms. Gritting his teeth, Dean's breathing became harsh. Pleasure danced along his insides and his whole body shook.
Jack swore and snarled, bucking up into him. "Come," he ordered.
Shuddering, Dean came with a satisfied rush. That was the problem about public displays. You had to be quick so you didn't get caught. They’d left things half-finished back in the pavilion, but now everything was as it should be.
Jack's body spasmed and he came over his hand and chest, roaring in pleasure.
4
Paige took two men into bed with her. Unfortunately, it was Ben and Jerry. Fortunately, it was New York Super Fudge Chunk and she chased it with half a bottle of Merlot. She had ripped up the cheerful paper announcing her ex-husband's wedding to the slut he’d cheated on her with. An hour later, though, she went back and taped it together. Which was an adequate metaphor for her relationship with Fred. He would make her mad. She'd do something rash. And then she'd try to smooth things over.
There was a very large list of things Paige would rather do than go to his wedding with home wrecker Barbie. In fact, attending that wedding was right under getting a root canal without Novocain and explaining to her mother-in-law how to reset her wireless router.
Still, there was a little defiant part of her that wanted to walk into the reception with a gorgeous guy on her arm. Even better, she'd like to tell all of their old friends how much happier she was running a bed and breakfast than she ever was being Fred's wife. Paige had spent ten years as his glorified maid and unpaid administrative assistant. She couldn't believe she believed all his out of town trips the last few years of their marriage. Instead of seeing clients, he had been banging Barbie, who it turned out was an IT professional that his office contracted with. Barbie must have spent a lot of time under his desk fixing his internet connection or something.
Spooning a big gob of chocolate ice cream into her mouth, she took some pleasure in the fact that now Fred's mother would be calling Barbie to fix her computer instead of her. And she was pretty sure that Barbie’s coq au vin wasn’t as good as hers, either.
Scraping around the container to get the last bits of chocolate, Paige wondered when the hurt would go away. She didn't mourn her old life. She didn’t miss being at Fred's beck and call, and she certainly didn’t miss the sex. Well, that's not completely true. She missed the orgasm part a whole lot, but more often than not, Fred wasn't around for those, either.
She tossed the empty ice cream pint into the trash can and brought her wine with her to light the candles around the room, then put on soft music and took out Mr. Buzzy. Draining her glass, she lay back on the bed and put it on a low buzz. As she circled her nipples with it, she replayed the scene from the pavilion in her mind.
Paige squirmed and turned up the vibrations as she rubbed the device harder over the sensitive tips. She liked seeing Jack's muscled back and firm ass while he pleasured his husband on his knees. Tucking away the guilty feelings of intruding on their personal moment, she trailed the vibrator over her silky nightgown, down to her belly, and then rested it between her legs.
Turning the vibrator on its highest setting, she touched her clit with it and let it buzz over it while picturing Jack taking Dean from behind with a passion Fred had never shown her. She imagined being in Dean's place, feeling Jack's body slap into hers with a force that shook the bench.
