Twice Shy

Jonas knelt in front of her and spread her legs wide to accommodate his shoulders. His hands slowly slid up the insides of her thighs, rough calluses leaving a hot trail in their wake, until he reached her panties. He leaned forward, his tongue tracing the edge, his fingers working under the sides to tug them down. She lifted her butt and helped wiggle them off, raising her legs to kick them away.

Jonas's clamped his hands under her thighs and held them high, staring at her like a starving man. She shivered and held her breath. Gods, she hoped so.

Then his mouth was on her, his tongue spearing inside her while his fingers found her clit. It was exquisite. It wasn't nearly enough. She tried to wiggle free.

She wanted him inside her. She wanted them inside her. But he held her still with one arm across her pelvis, fucking her with his mouth.

She turned her head to look for Mick and found him kneeling beside her. He smiled when she met his gaze, leaned forward to steal a quick kiss before breaking away. It wasn't until she heard a squeaking sound that she realized he was holding a bottle of lube for Jonas. Until she heard the squeak, she hadn't realized his arm was no longer holding her hips down.

She lay frozen in place as Jonas lifted his head and held his hand out to Mick.

She watched half-fascinated, half-scared as Mick squeezed a generous amount of the lube onto his fingers. And then those fingers disappeared from view, and she could do nothing but wait, shaking, unsure. Jonas blew a hot breath over her sex.

“Relax, darlin',” he whispered, and her laugh strangled on a moan of pleasure as his teeth closed over and tugged on her clit. She was so focused on the sensation that she didn't flinch when his wet, cold fingers circled her rear entrance, when he slowly, carefully worked two fingers inside.

When Mick lay down next to her, he kissed the tip of one hard nipple before sucking it, biting it, and she came with a hoarse yell. Yet neither stopped what he was doing. Jonas worked another finger inside her, eased them back and forth, stretching her. His mouth moved over her clit. Sometimes slow and gentle, sometimes fast and hard, until she was begging, pleading for release, her hips thrusting against his fingers. She was desperate to come.

She wanted to weep when Jonas pulled away, when his tongue and fingers abandoned her body. But she knew it was only temporary, watched with nothing but anticipation as he reached for the bottle of lube. He squeezed enough on his palm to coat his shaft and more around her opening. She held her breath when he moved into position and paused with the head of his cock pressing against her.

“Ready?”

She nodded, unable to speak, hoping her eyes held her response if the motion did not. His entry was slow, what felt like a millimeter at a time. She tried to thrust against him, eager to come, but he held her still.

“Easy, baby. I don't want to hurt you.”

He worked the head of his cock in, then more, giving her so little at a time she thought she'd lose her mind until he started working through that restricting ring of muscle, and she gasped. Pain and pleasure. Pleasure and pain. She didn't know which was more, which was in control. Mick put a finger under her chin and turned her to face him. He tugged her bottom lip with his teeth, swept his tongue into her mouth, then broke away.

“Relax, sugar.”

He stood, the bottle of lube in his fist, and moved to kneel behind Jonas. His grin was sinful, his face flushed with excitement, and Harper felt her own grow.

Jonas slid more of his cock into her ass, and this time there was no pain, just some residual discomfort. He smirked when she met his gaze.

“You like the idea of watching me get fucked, darlin'?” He withdrew his cock a bit, thrust back in a little harder, deeper. He wasn't quite all the way inside yet. She was disappointed when he kept his thrusts shallow.

“Harper? Answer my question.”

She looked over Jonas's shoulder to meet Mick's gaze. His hands stroked down Jonas's back, face bent forward to nuzzle his neck. He held her gaze while he waited for her answer.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I like it.”

Mick groaned and straightened, and she heard that telltale squeak again, but she couldn't see anything from her position. She could only guess from Jonas's reaction.

“Gods, babe, a little warning,” he growled. “Remember foreplay?” Mick laughed, one hand gripping Jonas's shoulder as he leaned over to look down. “How much more do you need?”

His tone, his expression was teasing as his gaze traveled up her body, winking when he met her gaze.

“I just need someone to move,” she said a little more tartly than she had intended.

“Yes, ma'am,” Mick drawled, and when he thrust into Jonas, Jonas thrust into her. She gasped. This time his cock was fully inside her. He was a tight fit. She couldn't believe it was possible to be so full and not burst.

“I hope you're ready.”

He lay down over her, pressing her into the lounger, his mouth fusing over hers. He withdrew and thrust back in, Mick moving in tandem with him. They were shallow, quick thrusts. Jonas broke the kiss, his lips moving over her mouth, down her neck, finally stopping at her breast. He flicked his tongue over her nipple before his mouth closed over it. He sucked her hard in long, even pulls that matched his thrusts in her ass. She couldn't take any more, couldn't hold back the pleasure any longer.

She gave in to the ecstasy building, flooding through her body, short-circuiting her nerves and her brain. Every muscle pulled taut as the tension broke free. Even her vocal cords were out of her control. She couldn't do anything but keen as the orgasm overtook her. After a couple of minutes she focused on the men leaning over her, her men. Jonas was no longer moving inside her, no longer buried inside her.

He searched her face, seemed to see what he was looking for, and nodded.

“Slide up on the lounger, sugar,” Mick ordered.