Very Much Alive

running up and down his cock, the other cradling his balls.

'She's got an even better mouth, love.” Kir smiled, watching Logan writhe under Jordan's hands.

Logan looked up with a hot grin. “Fuck that shit.” Kir toppled back as Logan pushed him, hard. He landed on his back on the chaise again. “Up you go!” Logan took Jordan's hands and put her over Kir, sixty-nine style.

Oh, I like where this is going. Kir grinned as he took a hold of Jordan's hips, holding her steady as Logan entered her on one long, slow thrust.

Jordan took him back into her warm, wet mouth with a greedy moan. She sucked him down as Logan set up a steady rhythm, his balls slapping up against her with a wet sound.

Kir lapped at her clit and she quivered, making Logan gasp and lose his rhythm. With a wicked grin Kir made sure that at least some of his licks hit Logan on the balls as Jordan devoured his cock.

He couldn't help himself, it felt so damn good. He bucked up into Jordan's mouth, feeling the wet heat, watching Logan fuck her from below.

Oh, yeah, not gonna last long at all.

He reached down and grabbed a hold of Jordan's head, steadily fucking her mouth while he suckled her erect clit. Her long, drawn out groan as she came above him nearly had him spilling down her throat.

It was a good thing Logan had had Jordan give him that blow job. Logan could go all fucking day without coming if he wanted. Kir, on the other hand, needed something to take the edge off.

'Oh, yeah. Again. Do that again.'

Kir began lapping once more at Jordan as Logan began fucking her harder. He tried to concentrate on what he was doing to them, afraid if he paid too much attention to his cock he would blow before he was ready.

He had every intention of blowing his next load in Jordan's hot, wet pussy.

He ran his hands up and down her back, his fingers tangling with Logan's.

This was even better than he'd dreamed. The two people who meant the most to him in the world, the three of them in one big, happy knot as they made love to one another.

The feel of Jordan's mouth was driving him insane. And watching Logan fuck her?

Damn.

She was moaning around his cock again, driving him insane. He couldn't help himself. He reached around again, holding her head steady while he fucked her mouth. He was so damn close...

He howled as he came down her throat again. He fell limp, panting for breath, eyes closing as Logan stroked slowly in and out of Jordan.

He collapsed with a laugh as Jordan licked him clean. Well, hell . Guess he'd have to wait to feel her pussy around him, but he really couldn't find it in himself to complain too much.

Jordan leaned back and did her best to swallow Kir's come. He didn't taste human. He tasted like springtime, and fresh water, and everything sweet, like nectar. She'd never been a huge one for giving blow jobs, but damn. Any time Kir wanted one, she was so there.

'You like that, sweetheart? You want more?'

She shuddered as Kir pulled her hips down, lapping again at her clit.

'Now you know one of the reasons I love fucking him. He's so damn delicious.'

The naughty words sent a shudder through her. Logan picked up the pace as he felt it. “You gonna come for me again, sweetheart?'

She felt it begin again, that slow build up that heralded her orgasm, her whole body clenching and unclenching. Her head dropped to Kir's hip as he suddenly pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked, hard.

She came screaming, her toes curling, her nails digging into Kir's thighs as she rocked back against Logan.

'Oh, shit .” Logan moaned and grabbed her hips, thrusting in and out of her so rapidly she was surprised she didn't light on fire.

'Oh, fuck, yeah, come, Logan.'

Kir's deep voice seemed to send Logan over the edge as he exploded in her still quivering pussy, his deep shout echoing off the walls. The hot, wet warmth of his come bathed her womb.

Logan's hands landed on either side of her and Kir, his breathing deep and harsh. Kir let her go with one last, soft lick, letting her complete her collapse onto his body.

'No fair, Kir. That was foul play.'

She could feel Kir smiling against her inner thigh. “I want my turn, remember?'

Logan snorted. “Shoving your finger up my ass and making me come gets you your turn?” He twisted and collapsed onto the chaise, pulling her with him, so that he cradled her body against him.

Kir grinned happily and petted Jordan's leg. He looked ready to purr. “I know you. You'd have stayed there all day if I let you.'

'Would I have had any say in this?” Jordan wheezed. She was still trying to catch her breath after three of the most intense orgasms of her life.

'No.'

'Uh-uh.'

Jordan snorted.

Kir laughed so hard he fell off the chaise.

Chapter Eight

Kir reached over, feeling for Logan and Jordan. Neither one of his lovers were in bed. He wondered if the morning fun had started without him. He grinned and opened his eyes, picturing the two of them together on the chaise in the living room, devouring each other's bodies.

'Blech!'

He tilted his head, surprised at the disgust in Jordan's voice. He got up and padded naked out of the bedroom to see what was going on.

'Just try it. You might like it.'

Oh, curiouser and curiouser. They weren't in the living room. Where, oh where have my lovers gone?

He was in an incredibly good mood, probably due to the incredibly good sex they'd had the night before.

He was looking forward to round two (or was that three?) today.

'And I might like having my legs shaved with a chainsaw, but somehow I doubt it.'

That's coming from the kitchen. He peeked around the edge of the doorway to see Logan holding a tiny cup towards Jordan.

'C'mon. I think you'll like espresso.'

Jordan put her hands on her hips. “Espresso is just a fancy name for liquid road tar. Can't you fix me something that tastes better? Like puree of two-day-dead skunk?'

'You have to know what espresso tastes like if you're going to cook with it.'

'Then I won't cook with it.'

'Don't you want to learn how to make things like tiramisu?'

She looked at Logan like he was very, very stupid. “Haven't you heard of the Italian Market? Hello!

Bakeries!'

Logan shook his head and drank the espresso.

Kir leaned his head on the doorframe and started laughing. Looks like the cooking lessons are back on.

'What the hell are you laughing at, blondie?'

Kir walked out of the kitchen, shaking his head. “I'm going to take a shower. Anyone want to join me?'

'Ooh, hot blond wetness? Count me in!'

Logan ran past him to the bedroom, shedding clothes as he went.

'Nah, I'm going to make a pot of coffee and check my email while the laptop is free. Okay?'

Kir looked back and saw Jordan fiddling with the coffeemaker. “You sure?'