Comfort Object (35 page)

Nell swallowed. She knew as well as I that this was foreplay. Jess looked up at me.

“Tell me, Jeremy, the first time, were you hard or sweet to her?”

“Both,” I said. “And I didn't let her come. But she liked it. She likes sex. She fucks like a slut, and she comes like a supernova.”

“Does she?” Jess looked at me. “Do you, Nell?”

“If Jeremy lets me,” she said. A charming blush rose in her cheeks, and her voice shook just a little.

“Well,” said Jess with a light laugh. “In this bedroom you can come all you want. Jeremy's rules don't apply here.”

I took Nell's wineglass away as Jess approached. Otherwise I think she would have dropped it. Jess stood in front of her, proud, beautiful, sensual, the candlelight glowing on her naked skin. Nell leaned back against me as Jess began to undress her.

“Oh, Jeremy.” Jess sighed when she reached the black lingerie. “Are you trying to kill me?”

I nuzzled Nell's cheek. I could feel her relax against me as Jessamine went about casting her seductive spell. Her fingertips skimmed over Nell's skin.

“I love beautiful, beautiful girls like you,” Jess whispered against Nell's ear. She kissed her, lightly at first, then more deeply. Nell wrapped her arms around Jess's waist, her small hands resting on the womanly curves of Jess's hips. Soon her hands opened, began to explore the satiny skin there. Nell leaned closer, craning her head to give Jess deeper access to her pliant mouth. Jess devoured her, then made an urgent sound in her throat and pulled away. She brushed back Nell's auburn hair and whispered to her. “Relax. I'll make you feel good. I promise.”

I watched, almost unable to draw breath. Jess took her to the bed and had her lie back against the pillows. Mason and I started undressing madly, quickly, impatiently, as Jess bent over and spread Nell's legs wide.

Sideways and Upside Down

Oh my God. Oh my God.
Oh my God
. Jessamine Jackson was eating me out. She was like a shaman of oral sex. Her tongue explored me; her lips closed over my labia and sucked. She probed and laved me until she found a motion or a spot that made me gasp, and then she stoked it, drew out the pleasure there until I felt the world falling away. My moans and cries were impossible to stifle. The musky essence of pussy juices wafted into my nostrils and drove me even higher. Whether the fragrance flowed from her sex or mine, I couldn't tell, and I didn't care.

Mixed in with the sexual fragrance in the air was Jess's own exotic perfume. Her hands clutched at my thighs as I squirmed under her. From time to time I looked down just to see her long, elegant fingers stroking my skin. Jeremy sat behind me, cradling my head in his lap, reaching under my bra to pinch and play with my nipples. I stared up at him through the haze of my arousal. My mouth was open; I could hear my labored breath. “Yes,” he whispered to me. “Yes.” In my momentary lapses of coherency, I noticed Mason sitting on the other side of the bed, watching, stroking himself.

Oh God…oh God
. She was finger fucking me now. Her lovely movie-star fingers slid over my G-spot in an erratic rhythm. Her thumb played over my clit, stroking me with twice as much dexterity as Jeremy ever used. Well, she would know exactly how to touch me, wouldn't she? “Oh God…ohhhh…”

“Yes, so beautiful,” she murmured against my inner thigh. “Does that make you happy? Does that make you happy, beautiful girl?”

“Yes.” I sighed. She kissed and licked the insides of my pussy lips, then returned to sucking and tonguing my clit. Her tongue flicked and toyed across its slippery surface. I could feel it swelling. With her finger she flicked and scratched the tender skin between my thighs. “Oh God…please… No…yes!”

Jeremy closed rough fingers on the tips of my nipples. My pelvis rose up off the bed. I was so close. With a tortured moan, I threw my head back against Jeremy and twisted my hips under Jessamine's eager mouth. He squeezed harder. Jess pistoned her fingers in and out of me and pressed hard on my aching nub with her tongue. I gasped out Jessamine's name, and the shudders took over me. My walls contracted, and the pleasure shot down my thighs and up to my nipples. Jess lapped at my slit while I swirled through the aftershocks. I reached down and twisted my fingers in her hair. I loved her.

But Jess gazed up at Jeremy first.

“I told you so,” he said.

She laughed and crawled up over me with a beatific smile. Her long, lean thighs straddled my hips, and she leaned down to kiss me. I tasted my own pungent pussy juices, licked them from her lips and tongue. She held my face in her tapered fingers and looked down at me then, a sweet look of wistfulness.

“Thank you, darling.”

“I… I…” I was completely tongue-tied, but it didn't matter, because she'd already turned her attention back to Jeremy. She leaned right over me to kiss him. The feelings of satisfaction that flooded me a moment earlier disappeared in that space of that one kiss. I watched from below as Jeremy's rough, full lips warred with hers. She pulled away abruptly, as if remembering I was still there.

“Thank you for sharing, darling,” she said, cupping his face in her hand.

“My pleasure.”

“Now what are we going to do about your little problem there?” She peered down at his swollen cock. “Or big problem, rather.”

She rolled off the bed, and Jeremy followed. I watched them for a moment, feeling abandoned and jealous until I noticed Mason Cooke was crawling between my legs. Oh my God. Mason Cooke.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi—”

My voice was silenced by his deep, urgent kiss.
Mason Cooke is kissing me
. Why did this all have to be so strange and crazy, and why did I have to feel so horny about it at the same time? I looked to the side to see Jeremy pushing Jess against the wall, lifting her legs to straddle his hips. I felt jealousy, yes, but something else too. Admiration. They were beautiful people. It was impossible for some small part of me to not get excited seeing them wrapped together in an animalistic embrace.

Mason's hand crept over my hip, and my gaze returned to him. He didn't speak. I wondered why. Did he know what I was feeling, the jealous thoughts I was trying to subdue? I had no real rights to Jeremy. Hell, Jess was Mason's
wife
and he seemed happy to share. I took a deep breath and tried to stay in the moment. Mason's hand slid down my belly to probe between my legs. I felt embarrassed by how wet I was. He reached over to the side table and grabbed a condom, then threw one to Jeremy across the room. He rolled it on while he kissed my shoulder, my neck, my jaw, the soft skin below my ear. “Can I make love to you?”

I drew in a hard breath and stared up at him. Across the room, Jeremy was fucking Jess against the wall. “It's up to you,” Mason said, “but I'd really like to.”

I looked up into his marine blue eyes, the eyes I'd seen and swooned over on the movie screen. Now they were focused on me. His hands soothed and cradled me. His huge cock nudged between my thighs.

“Go on. Go ahead and take her,” Jeremy called out over Jess's horny shrieks and moans. “I pay her. She's not allowed to say no.”

Mason's eyes looked into mine, the same kind, friendly eyes that had gazed at me over dinner, made me feel interesting and pretty, so I'm sure he saw me flinch. All along, he knew he'd be fucking me in a few hours.

“I'm yours,” I said in a voice that didn't sound anything at all like mine.

With a sigh, he reared between my legs and entered me. I let out my breath in a long gasp as I felt every inch of his cock pry me open. He was huge, thick. He stretched my sensitive walls. When he was fully seated in me, I felt impaled, trapped. I felt a flash of panic.
What if he hurts me?
I looked over to Jeremy for courage but only got an eyeful of his naked ass pumping between Jessamine's flailing legs. My gaze darted around the room. I didn't know where to look. Not in his eyes, they were too intense. Not over at the wall. I could still hear the racket Jess was making as Jeremy drilled her.

“It's okay.” Mason traced his fingers down the edge of my jaw. Was it okay? Something in his eyes, his gentle manner, made the anxiety begin to fade. He moved in me, a deep, slow stroke. It didn't hurt. It felt great actually, and I shivered at the sensation. Every part of me felt like it was being caressed, stroked. He held me close and cradled me like I was breakable. He moved over me, hard abs and thick, dark pelt on his chest to grab and twist my fingers in. He didn't try to pin me down. He didn't try to subdue me. He simply drove in and out and visited sensation on me again and again.

I got braver. I reached up and ran my hands over his shoulders, behind his neck. I twined them up into his soft black hair, and he sighed.

“Nell…”

I drew them away as if I'd been burned. But soon enough, I felt that shivery, hot pleasure stroke inside my walls, and I had to reach for him again. I wanted it to be ugly, horrible, mechanical like when Kyle and I had sex for Jeremy, but this wasn't like that at all. “Mason,” I heard myself moan.
Mason Cooke.

By that time, Jeremy and Jess's wall sex was over, and they both came to join us on the bed. Jess stroked her husband's ass as he thrust into me, and Jeremy knelt beside the bed to toy with my breasts and kiss my lips. I felt torn in two different directions, filled and pleasured by Mason, but belonging to Jeremy at the same time. I turned to kiss him, to feel his fingers twist my nipples, but at the same time, I thrust my swollen clit against Mason's pubic bone. I ground my hips and arched them up to receive his deep strokes. He began to swivel his pelvis, driving his cock even more intimately against my walls.

It was too much for me, too much excitement and sensation. A dam broke, and my orgasm flooded out. I tensed and bit off a cry as my pussy contracted almost painfully around his thick cock. Mason came too, driving in me so that he lifted my hips off the bed. His massive cock pumped wave after wave of jizz into his rubber.

He came to rest, then sighed and kissed me. He stroked my face and lips while Jessamine watched with a smile on her face. They were all looking down at me, all three of them, and a muddle of feelings washed over me. I tugged myself from under Mason and turned to Jeremy's arms. I buried my head in his chest, my face burning.

“Okay, I'm here,” he soothed me. “I'm right here.”

He crawled into the bed beside me and held me. We all lay still, not speaking for a long time. I don't know why I felt so unbalanced. This felt like depravity…and yet…

I didn't want to think about it. I didn't know what to feel, so I chose not to feel anything except the light fingertips tracing over my belly and my hips. I didn't know who it was, and I didn't care. After a while, Jeremy nudged me.