Bella POV
Setting: Sometime in the future, after Bella & Jasper move to San Diego.
Notes: This was written for LaViePastiche & ElleCC, who hosted the For the Love of Jasper contest. MsKathy & ECullenitis pre-read & approved, and Legna989 beta'd.
I awoke from another strange dream feeling confused and soaked in sweat. Sitting up in bed, I ran my fingers through my damp hair and stared at the clock, blinking my eyes to focus on the bright red numbers.
4:07
Fuck this.
“You all right, sugar?” Jasper asked, rubbing my back as he sat up to join me. “You were tossing for a while there.”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I was having some kind of dream again, but I can’t really remember it.”
“Something bad?”
“I’m not sure.”
He wrapped his arms around me reassuringly, pulling me against his hard, warm body. He was shirtless, and I loved the way his smooth skin felt against mine. With a kiss on the top of my head, he nuzzled against me sweetly.
“I think I need a shower. I feel so gross,” I told him.
I could have guessed his next question before he asked it. “Care for some company?”
“You don’t have to,” I said, looking up at him. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be in when I’m done.”
“What if I want to?”
Laughing, I skipped off the bed and toward our bathroom. Tossing my hair over my shoulder, I looked back at him and raised my eyebrows. “Are you coming or what?”
He chuckled, deep and sexy, bounding off the bed and scooping me off the ground easily.
***********
“I think Peter may be moving to San Diego,” Jasper told me a few weeks later when we were carrying groceries inside from our trip to the store. I had one reusable sack on each shoulder as we walked up the steps and Jasper held two in each hand.
“Really?” I asked, hoisting one bag up as I reached for my keys. “Where does he live now?”
“New York City.”
“So why the move?”
“Well, I’m his main client now, so he’s thinking about getting back into real estate,” he explained. “Helping us find this place piqued his interest again, and he’s looking into his options here. He wants a change.”
“It would be nice to have another friend here,” I said, smiling at my sexy, shaggy-haired boyfriend. “I know it would make you really happy.”
Peter came to town a couple weeks later to check out a few prospective real estate companies and decide what he was interested in the most. Jasper said he was leaning toward commercial property sales.
We had him over to dinner one night and all had a nice time chatting and hanging out together.
I liked Peter a lot. He had a really great sense of humor and could spit out funny comebacks and quips like a stand-up comedian. His style wasn’t overly crass or rude with his jokes, just clever and light. The best part was his smile that always accompanied his humorous comments or stories. It was the kind of smile that made you want to grin in response because it lit up his whole face. I could tell from the first time we met that there was a nice sense of camaraderie between Peter and Jasper that went beyond a business relationship. They had obviously become good friends at some point, and the more I saw them together, the more evident that was.
“What made you want to leave New York?” I asked as we sliced the rich chocolate cake he had brought.
I watched him take a deep breath and twist his lips to the side in an uncharacteristic manner.
“I’m sorry,” I said immediately. “If there’s something you don’t want to talk about, I really don’t mind. It’s not my business.”
“No, no, Bella, it’s fine,” he said, stopping me with a quick hand gesture. “It’s something I prefer not rehashing, but you should know, and I would rather tell you than leave that burden for Jasper.”
I looked to Jasper, who appeared sympathetic, giving Peter a nod to continue.
“The long and short of it is that I was really only in New York City for my ex-wife.”
My eyes widened involuntarily. I had no idea that Peter had been married. I wondered if it was something that Jasper had told me and I hadn’t remembered.
Jasper chimed in when Peter hesitated over where to go with the story. “Charlotte was an interim professor when I was doing my graduate work. That’s how we met.”
“We met when I was a freshman in college,” Peter explained. “She had graduated the year before and was at a Homecoming event the day we were introduced. That was in Ohio, by the way. Anyhow, we connected immediately, and my age never seemed to matter to her. She stayed in the area for me, so I agreed to find work wherever she wanted once I graduated. We got married the summer between my junior and senior year, and then packed up for New York the next year. That’s how I eventually started working in real estate, and on the side I would essentially serve as Charlotte’s manager, helping her with many of the same things I do for Jasper.
“In college, it was just extra help, since she wasn’t really well known as a sculptor yet, but once we were in New York, her work gained popularity. When I met Jasper, Charlotte had already talked me into managing two other artists and quitting my job. Things worked out well until a year and a half ago when she decided that she didn’t like me as both her husband and business manager. She hired someone new, and our marriage went downhill fast from there. The other people she hooked me up with dropped me as well, and that left only Jasper and a couple minor clients I had adopted on my own.”
“What he’s leaving out is that she turned into a monumental bitch who constantly belittled him,” Jasper piped in suddenly. My eyes widened at his choice of words, but he just shrugged. “What? She did.”
“Yeah, that’s a good assessment,” Peter confirmed. “There was no coming back from that kind of insult, not that she really tried. I moved out, focused on Jasper, and started looking into some different options for myself. That’s about it. I never really liked New York, and I didn’t want to stay near her, so moving made sense. I liked it here when I was helping you guys find the building, and here I am. Hopefully I’ll be able to find a good job.”
“I’m sure you will,” I said with a smile.
Our conversation turned lighter after a few more questions, and we all finished our cake and wine before the guys insisted that I take a break while they cleaned up after dinner. I thanked them, taking the stairs down into the studio to make sure everything was shut down and locked up properly for the night.
When I returned, I could hear laughter from the kitchen and I walked in to find Jasper with the sprayer hose in his hand and Peter’s white tee shirt soaked through, clinging to his chest…and his nipples. I had already thought Peter was extremely good looking with his short dark hair and bright blue eyes, but my attraction to him grew exponentially when I saw the outline of his lean, cut body. He was built much like Jasper, just slightly shorter and more even through his torso. His body didn’t taper quite as much as Jasper’s, as Peter’s shoulders weren’t as wide. That didn’t make him any less appealing, just different from the body I was used to seeing every day.
“Jasper, you ass,” I said as I walked into the room. “What are you guys doing?”
“I’m the ass?” Jasper defended jokingly. “This guy threw the sponge across the kitchen and splashed dishwater in my face.”
The entire time, Peter was laughing and wiping his face on the dry patches of cotton on his shoulders.
“What are you two, thirteen years old? Let me go get you a shirt, Peter.”
I returned with one of Jasper’s clean tee shirts in hand and passed it to Peter.
“Thanks, Bella,” he smiled before heading to the bathroom to change.
That night, I woke up from one of my strange dreams I couldn’t remember yet again. It bugged the hell out of me because I felt like I should remember what happened, I just couldn’t.
A month passed, and the dreams kept coming. I felt as though there was either something salacious or scary about them, considering that I woke up sweating after each one, but the feeling in my gut was never fear or distress, it was just sort of unsettled and worked up.
Peter visited again, this time for a couple final interviews. I insisted that he stay with us, utilizing our otherwise unoccupied guest room. He said he didn’t want to impose, but I shut him down. It was ridiculous for him to pay for a hotel room when we had the space to spare.
We all got to hang out quite a bit more, and again, it was a lot of fun. Jasper and Peter continued with their boyish antics, and I laughed each time, never able to truly scold them. We had met a lot of people since moving, but we hadn’t made any good friends like this yet. It was nice that I felt such an immediate liking for Peter. He was easy to get along with and a downright great guy. I hoped that he would be able to meet someone nice once he moved and got settled in San Diego. I never told the guys that I overheard their conversation about Peter “needing to get laid.” His dry spell was a subject I chose to stay away from and let them handle. It wasn’t as though Peter couldn’t find a little action if he wanted it, but I understood his desire to have more than a one-night stand, especially since he had once been married.
The last night of his stay, I awoke in the middle of the night from one of my dreams. This time was different. I remembered something.
Jasper and Peter, together. As in, together together.
I kept that information to myself when Jasper sat up to soothe me, and I avoided both their eyes the next morning as Peter prepared for his flight back to New York.
***********
I walked toward the kitchen, feeling a sense of déjà vu as I listened to the masculine laughter coming from that room. When I walked in, I found Jasper with the hose in his hand and Peter wiping water from his dripping hair and face. His white shirt was soaked through, translucent and clinging to his muscled chest.
They didn’t seem to notice my presence when I entered, as their eyes were trained on one another. Jasper dropped the hose into the sink with a clatter, walking toward Peter with some sort of determination in his gaze.
I gasped when Jasper reached for the hem of his friend’s shirt, pulling it up over his stomach, revealing chiseled abs. Peter lifted his arms in the air compliantly, allowing my boyfriend to remove the wet garment completely. Once the shirt was tossed aside, his hands fell to Peter’s shoulders, fingers sliding down his chest slowly as they stared at one another. When he reached the waist of Peter’s jeans, his fingers dipped inside, pulling the other man’s body close to his.
That’s when I woke up, gasping and panting for air.
“Bella, honey, are you okay?” Jasper asked, sounding more desperate and frightened than he normally did when I had these episodes.
“What? Huh?” I grunted, still completely disoriented. “Why are you shaking me?”
“Sweetheart, you were moaning. I thought you were in pain or something. Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine.” I finally started coming to, and the images of my dream grew clearer and clearer as I did.
Holy fuck.
“What’s the matter, then?”
“Oh, nothing’s the matter,” I said seductively, suddenly having something else in mind. I whipped my nightgown off quickly, straddling Jasper’s waist and attacking his neck with hard, sucking kisses before he could protest.
That night, a week after Peter’s most recent visit, was the first time I found myself completely ravenous after waking from one of those dreams. It was not the last time.
As days and weeks passed, Jasper grew accustomed to my nighttime sex ritual. He was less concerned and worried when I woke wet and short of breath, and he always welcomed my advances with open arms. I stopped bothering with night clothes, and he eventually did the same.
The sex was wild. We always had a great connection, and I was never bored with him, but this was so different from the things we did during the daylight hours. I never told him the reasons for my sudden horniness, but he knew it was something about my dreams. They became more vivid and detailed each night, and they always made me incredibly horny and in need of a serious release. Those late night romps gave way to experimenting with different positions, contorting our bodies to reach maximum pleasure. We christened every surface of our home repeatedly, and it never got old. Even when we both went to work weary or with dark circles under our eyes, we knew it was worthwhile. We even started going to bed early, knowing that we would probably be up in the middle of the night fucking like rabbits.
The dream started the same every time, with the scene in the kitchen, Jasper removing Peter’s shirt, and their hard bodies colliding.
Peter’s arms wove around Jasper’s back, snaking up until they were in his long, disheveled hair. He yanked Jasper’s head back forcefully, licking his neck in a long line from where it met his shoulder, all the way up to his ear. Sucking the tender lobe into his mouth, he hummed in appreciation of Jasper’s hands on his waist.
It was a blur of motion after that. Jasper’s hands moved inward, unbuckling Peter’s belt before yanking it open to provide access to his jeans. Peter paused from his actions momentarily to tug Jasper’s shirt off as well, leaving them bare-chested and pressed together. I imagined how warm and enticing their skin was, rubbing sensually. I wanted to smell their masculine scents mingling together to create a heady aroma that was pure man.
“Come here, sexy,” Peter demanded, aligning his lips with Jasper’s and kissing him forcefully. He groaned as their mouths opened. I could see tongues dart out and dance together, making sloppy, sweet noises as their kiss deepened.
Jasper bit down on Peter’s lower lip, dragging his teeth across it as he pulled, following the motion with his lips as he sucked greedily. Their kissing resumed with new excitement, harsh and beautiful.
I had never been “into” guy-on-guy porn, but this wasn’t pornography. It was art in its finest form.
How fitting.
Peter leaned his forehead against Jasper’s chest, curling his arms around Jasper’s like a pretzel until they lowered, entwining their hands together. Jasper brought one tangled set of fingers to his mouth, placing an individual kiss on each of Peter’s knuckles before moving his mouth up the other man’s arm with languid kisses. Their mouths eventually met again, and they carefully resumed removing each other’s pants.
Peter’s slid down first, being kicked away when they reached his ankles, then Jasper’s fell to the floor in a similar manner. Jasper pinned Peter against the counter, rubbing his hand over the obvious erection that was still covered in cotton boxers. While stroking Peter over the fabric, he slipped his other hand beneath the band of his own shorts, running his hand up and down his own shaft in time with his friend’s.
“I miss being close to you,” Jasper whispered into Peter’s ear, making his companion shiver and inhale sharply.
“I miss you, too….I need to feel you.”
Upon those words, Peter’s hands worked his own boxers down, releasing his cock from its confines before moving to shove Jasper’s down as well. His hands joined his partner. Peter’s dick was in Jasper’s hand with Peter’s over it for guidance. On Jasper’s, it was the opposite arrangement. As they jacked each other off, they resumed kissing, first on the mouth, and then taking turns peppering kisses on one another’s faces and necks. Their moans and groans were deep and sexy, interspersed between brief words of direction or appreciation.
Releasing both his hands, Peter pushed Jasper back until his back hit the counter on the other side of the kitchen. Once Jasper was firmly in place, Peter dropped to his knees in front of Jasper and stared at his beautiful cock the same way I did so very often. He engulfed the length in his mouth, sucking him deeply and with ease.
My stomach flipped seeing someone else do that to my man. There was jealousy, but mostly, I enjoyed the sight.
Jasper responded the same way he always did with me. His hands were tentative on the back of Peter’s head, toying with his hair and trying not to be too forceful while guiding the attention being lavished upon his aching need.
To both of our surprise, Jasper forced Peter away suddenly. “Not like this,” he said firmly. “I have other plans for you. Sliding down onto the floor with Peter, he pressed him against the tile, kissing down his body until he reciprocated the fierce blow job.
I watched Jasper’s head bob, blonde locks of hair falling around his face and tickling Peter’s thighs. I knew that sensation well. He worked faster than Peter had, his movements more forceful and demanding. Peter didn’t grab at Jasper’s hair, instead petting it and running his fingertips over Jasper’s broad shoulders. When Peter did finally clutch the loose, honey hair, I knew he was close to his release. Jasper pulled away for a moment, slicking his middle finger with saliva before moving his hand beneath Peter, who lifted his hips slightly in acceptance. Peter choked on his last breath, groaning loudly as Jasper resumed his actions with hand and mouth. Both men growled when Peter thrust into Jasper’s face, holding his pelvis in the air until he was released and relieved.
“That was so amazing,” Peter complimented, shaking his head from side to side with a lazy grin painted across his face.
Jasper sat up on his knees, pulling Peter from the floor a minute later. “Up, big boy, I have more plans for you.”
Peter shot him a questioning look, standing and waiting for direction.
Jasper picked up his discarded jeans and pulled two square packages from the pocket. I briefly wondered what he was doing with condoms and lube so readily available, but I was too enamored with the show to really care.
He guided Peter toward the dining room table, turning him around and forcing him to bend over and rest his forearms against the dark cherry surface.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard. Are you ready for me?” he asked, preparing himself all the while.
Peter was obviously ready and willing as he spread his legs, assuming the position to be taken. It only took Jasper a few more moments before he was spreading lubrication on Peter’s firm ass and holding his cock against the opening. Somehow, I had an incredible view of the scene, and it registered that they didn’t know I was there watching.
My eyes widened and my own intimate areas fluttered as Jasper’s cock – my cock – disappeared inside the other man with a careful, gentle pump. My nipples hardened when I heard Peter cry out in pleasure, murmuring things about how good it felt to have Jasper filling him that way. I shared a similar sentiment about my man.
As they began, Jasper ran his hands up and down Peter’s back, caressing him while he rocked his hips in a steady, slow rhythm. It wasn’t long before Jasper began moving faster, gripping Peter’s shoulders tightly as he did what he promised and fucked him hard.
The table shook beneath them, sliding slightly with every few forceful thrusts. Both men were loud and uninhibited. I knew the signs of Jasper’s impending release, and I saw it approaching. That was when Peter fell onto one arm, resting more of his upper body on the table as he freed a hand to stroke his own cock. He pumped furiously while Jasper fucked him, begging for anything and everything.
“Are you ready to come?” Jasper asked, a commanding tone echoing in his question.
Peter nodded quickly, muttering some form of agreement, and Jasper moved in longer, harder strokes, really rocking the table this time. Peter’s hand worked at a furious pace until he shot a stream of sticky white fluid all over the floor. His entire body seemed to clench, and Jasper’s reacted in kind, stilling as he grunted his own release.
“Oh god! Yes! Uuuhhhhhhh!”
“Bella? Bella! Wake up!”
“Mmm…Peter…yeah.”
“What the hell? Bella, wake the fuck up already.”
“Oh, what’s going on?” I asked, opening my eyes and rubbing the sleep away with balled fists.
“Thank fucking god you’re awake. You’ve been thrashing and moaning for ten minutes straight.” I was startled by Jasper’s tone. It wasn’t his usual soothing voice, and he certainly never yelled at me when I woke up from my crazy dreams.
I scooted toward him, running my hand from the small of his back, over his ass, but he shifted away from me.
“What’s wrong, Jasper?”
His answering laugh was sarcastic and just…wrong.
“Tell me what’s the matter so I can make it better.”
“You want to know what’s the matter?” he snapped. I nodded dumbly. “The fucking matter is that you’ve been squirming around the bed yelling Peter’s fucking name. Do you care to explain? Is this why you’ve been waking up horny as a drunk sorority girl every night? You’ve been having sex dreams about my friend?”
“What? No!” I defended. “That’s not…it’s…no!”
“Then what exactly is happening, Bella?” he spat. “I thought, well, you say my name sometimes, but I’m a little concerned over this. Do you have something you need to tell me?”
“Oh my god,” I groaned, falling back to my pillow and burying my face in the pillowcase. After shaking my head several times, I rolled over and stared up at him. “Yes, I’ve been having sex dreams.”
I watched as Jasper’s jaw clenched, but he stayed quiet, waiting for further explanation.
Sitting up once more, I faced him and placed my hands over his. “Honey, I’ve been having sex dreams about you.”
He sighed in relief, and I steeled myself with a deep breath before telling him the rest.
“And Peter,” I finished.
“Jesus,” he muttered, tugging on his hair. “That’s fucking lovely.”
“No, Jasper, I don’t think you get it,” I explained slowly. “I haven’t been dreaming about having sex with you guys.”
“You just said you’ve been having sex dreams.”
“Yeah, but they don’t so much involve me, if you know what I mean.”
Realization lit his face after he silently repeated my words to himself. He gulped audibly, staring at me with a blank expression on his face.
“As in, me and Peter together?”
“Umm, yes?” I squeaked, suddenly very embarrassed.
“Damn, Bella.”
What shocked the shit out of me the most was that he didn’t sound mad. He sounded almost relieved by my admission.
“You’re not mad?” I asked meekly.
“No, I’m not mad. A little weirded out, but not mad at you. It’s not like you can really control what you dream.”
“Thanks.”
“You don’t really want me to screw Peter, though, do you?” he asked with a hint of nervousness in his voice. “Oh hell, was it the other way around? Damn it, I need brain bleach.”
“Settle down, I won’t give you details, but if it makes you feel any better, you were the one in charge.”
“In a creepy, skeevy sort of way, that does make me feel better,” he said, wrapping an arm around me and kissing my cheek. “And by the way, we’re totally not having sex tonight. Your gay porn has kinda killed the mood, so you can sleep this one off.”
I laughed at him, and though I was very worked up, I agreed. We snuggled close, holding onto one another until we fell asleep.
***********
We eventually faced the topic of my crazy dreams again a few days later, and it was an incredibly awkward conversation at first. I explained that I did find Peter attractive, but that I would never pursue that attraction. I understood that Jasper was worried in a defensive, self-preserving sort of way. I couldn’t blame him, considering how we ended up together in the first place. But that didn’t matter. I was his, and there was no one on earth who could tear us apart.
It hurt to think that Jasper might not trust me, even after all this time and the commitment we had made to each other. His trust meant the world to me and without it, what did we have? He reassured me that it was just residual nerves that only existed because he loved me so much and could not fathom losing me. I understood those feelings completely.
What shocked the hell out of me was three weeks later when Jasper brought up the subject of Peter once again.
“Well, he’s going to be staying with us for a couple days until the closing on his house. Will you be okay with that?”
“Yeah, it’s fine. I promise that I won’t feel weird. Will you?” I asked him.
“No, it’s all good, but I wanted to tell you that if you did want to do things with him, I would be all right with that. So long as everyone has the understanding that it’s a one time thing, that is.”
Dumbfounded, I just stared at him, waiting for the punch line.
“You’re joking, right?” I asked incredulously.
“Umm, no? Shit, Bella, never mind. Forget I said anything.”
“Oh no,” I protested. “We’re not going to drop this one. Explain yourself. Now.”
“All right, hear me out,” he began, fumbling for the right words. “Peter and I have become really close over the years. I know he told you about Charlotte, but you have no idea what that ordeal was like for him. They were so close and so good together, but once they got married, she wanted to control every single aspect of his life. I watched it deteriorate over the years. I didn’t know them until after they were already married, but I heard plenty of stories from their other friends and from both of them. He was crazy in love with her. Bella, he hasn’t been with anyone since his divorce. It really wrecked him and his regard toward relationships. He’s much more cautious than he probably needs to be.”
I inhaled and sighed, studying his expression for some clues. “So what, you want to pass me off to him? As a pity thing?”
“No, it’s not like that, I swear. It’s just that, well, I know you’re attracted to him, and he’d be a damn idiot to not be attracted to you. I know he at least likes you a lot, so I thought that if he had a little positive interaction with a woman, it would give him back some of the confidence he lost.”
“I still don’t get it. What am I supposed to do?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you can just flirt with him a little bit. Make him feel good about himself again, a confidence booster or something.”
“Jasper…”
“Say no and I’ll drop it, I promise,” he said.
I sat quietly, not really sure how to react or what I could say. Eventually, I looked at him again, biting my lip. How could I possibly deny Jasper anything, even if it meant fooling around with someone else? “Maybe.”
***********
I showered, dried my hair, and put on a little camisole and boy shorts sleep set before walking out into the bedroom. I pulled my silk robe off the closet door and slid it over my shoulders, not tying it before going to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
The door opening surprised the hell out of me. The guys were supposed to have been at the bar tonight to watch some big boxing match. I definitely wasn’t dressed for company, and even though Peter was staying with us right now, I expected that I would be in bed by the time they came home. Quickly, I tied my robe closed, but it still didn’t cover much.
“Hey, gorgeous,” Jasper said, grabbing a beer from the fridge before coming up behind me and pressing the cold bottle between my breasts.
“Whoa!” I shrieked, jumping and turning to face him. “Not nice,” I pouted.
“Very nice,” he countered suggestively, looking down at my now hardened nipples.
“Pervert.”
“Siren.”
“What are you doing home so early?” I asked, changing the subject.
“Oh, there was a knockout in the second round. People were getting pissed off and rowdy at the bar, so we took off.”
“Where’s Peter?”
“He’s coming. Had a phone call or something.”
Pressing me against the counter, Jasper leaned down and kissed me. He was being so playful and cute that I easily lost myself in his affection. I didn’t even notice that he had untied my robe until his hand was up my tank top, cupping my breast. I hummed against his lips, pushing my body closer to his.
We were interrupted by approaching footsteps. “Oh shit, sorry guys. Didn’t mean to barge in on your private moment. I’ll just…go. Yeah…”
“Peter! Wait, man, come back,” Jasper called to him, not bothering to remove his hand from my chest. He continued kneading me teasingly as he spoke. “Just go with me here, sugar,” he said, leaning down to whisper the words into my ear.
Peter’s eyes widened when he saw what was happening. “Uh, Jazz, are you high, buddy?”
“Nope,” he replied matter-of-factly. “Come on already.”
Peter approached us hesitantly, and I’m sure I looked just as perplexed as he did. At that point, I had absolutely no idea what Jasper was planning.
“Check this out,” he said, yanking my robe down and pulling my shirt off quickly. There was no opportunity to protest, and he overpowered me anyway.
Then it clicked. Jasper was following through on his suggestion about Peter and me.
Still a bit stunned by this rapid development, I stared at Jasper and then at Peter, who was trying to look away, yet he kept stealing glances at my naked chest. The awkward silence was making me self-conscious, but after an attempt to fold my arms, Jasper pulled them down. “You say stop, this stops,” he whispered so only I could hear, “but I think you want this, don’t you?” When I nodded slightly, he moved behind me, holding my hands behind my back and angling me to face Peter. Understanding relaxed me infinitesimally, but I was still unsure of what would happen next.
“Go ahead.”
“Go ahead and what?” Peter asked, confused but obviously anxious.
“What do you want to do?”
“Uh, get the fuck out of here while you come down from whatever drugs you’re on.”
“Not high, buddy,” Jasper fired back. “I’d just like to remind you what it’s like to touch a woman.” Leaning down to my ear, he whispered, “It’s all right. Whatever you like.” Then he nudged me forward, closer to Peter. This was fucking crazy, but I couldn’t deny how much I wanted it.
Peter took a hesitant step toward me, and I offered him a small but encouraging smile. “Is this okay with you?” he asked. I nodded, so he moved closer. His hands rose, fingertips barely skimming my stomach as he traced his way up to my chest. Once there, he circled them slowly, causing my nipples to become painfully hard. My gasp at his touch must have encouraged him because he then placed both hands firmly over my tits.
“Go on,” Jasper whispered behind me.
If making his friend feel good would please him, I wanted to comply. There was no doubt that I found Peter very attractive, and had I not been with Jasper, I would not have been so hesitant. Yet here I was, just trying to make two beautiful men happy.
My hands rose of their own volition, cupping Peter’s face and pulling him closer until our lips met. He kissed me back, and it was good. Really, really fucking good.
That was how it started – how I ended up bare ass naked in my kitchen, making out with my boyfriend’s best friend.
That eventually led to all of us naked and in the bedroom because Jasper made one rule and I made one in return.
He told Peter that I called the shots. I told Jasper that nothing happened unless he participated, too. Only with me, of course. There would be no reenacting my Jasper/Peter dreams tonight.
Nevertheless, there we were.
I knelt on the bed between them, stroking them both at the same time. My rhythm was matched, up and down their lengths in tandem. Their reactions were different, but I continued my course, feeling the differences in their length and girth as I did.
They each rubbed one of my legs, and when their hands bumped near the top of my thighs, they did something that caught me completely off guard. They both touched me. Hands wove together, and when two fingers pressed against my opening and entered me, it was one from each man. Together, they pumped in and out. Together, they rubbed circles inside me. Together, they curled those fingers and my body involuntarily bounced over them, fucking their hands.
As they teased and pleasured me, my ministrations were temporarily forgotten. Instead of stroking, I gripped their dicks – hard – frozen in place while they brought me to unbelievable heights.
“God, Jazz, she smells so fucking good,” Peter groaned, turning his head toward Jasper but not opening his eyes. Jasper hummed in agreement. “Can I taste your girl?”
Jasper pulled his hand away from my body, giving my ass a firm smack of encouragement. It was all Peter needed to bend up, grab my hips, and drag me over to straddle his body.
“Get up here, beautiful,” he beckoned, lying back down and guiding me toward his mouth.
As I ascended Peter’s body on my knees, my eyes connect with Jasper’s. He had sat up, leaning against the headboard to watch. It was one thing for us to participate in this little game together, but to have him as a spectator…it made my stomach flip. His eyes never left mine – not when Peter gripped my ass and pulled me down to his face, not when my back involuntarily arched from the contact, and not when I let out a stuttering cry of enjoyment.
The entire exchange was so strange, yet completely erotic. For so long, it had been Jasper between my legs, pulling pleasure from my body like a skilled craftsman. He knew all the right things to do to me and what words to say to drive me over the edge. To have someone else in his place and hold this visual connection with him at the same time…there just weren’t words to describe how bizarre and wonderful it all was.
Peter had no trouble driving me wild and priming my body for fulfillment it craved. I couldn’t help but compare. His tongue moved a little faster than I was used to, teasing and torturing. Every moment of it was good, but it was foreign. He didn’t know the pattern or little tricks that would drive me over the edge like Jasper did. Still, with Jasper’s powerful blue eyes commanding my attention all the while, it was almost as if he were the one pulling me closer to the edge.
When Jasper moved to his knees and rested beside me, I thought I was going to lose it. One of my hands had been in Peter’s hair and the other on the headboard, but I released the frame to wrap my arm around Jasper’s neck. He understood my desire and moved in to kiss me. I moaned and shifted my hips down into Peter’s face, eliciting a groan from him that reverberated off my oversensitive flesh. As Jasper continued to kiss me and grope my chest, a new sensation hit me. It happened so fast that it caught me off guard, but I allowed his finger to slide into my bottom, trying to get a grasp on whether I enjoyed it or not.
Although my body was at the mercy of these two men, I somehow felt powerful in my position. How much farther would we take this? As if reading my thoughts or feelings, Jasper trailed kisses across my face until his lips pressed against my ear.
“What do you want, sugar?” he whispered so quietly that only I could hear. “You decide what happens next, but I need to be inside you so fucking bad.”
I gasped at his words. While not crass or shocking, the confirmation that he was still turned on floored me.
I had no response yet. Instead, I kissed Jasper again, then tipped my head back to allow him access to my neck and shoulder. As he moved across my skin, I released his hair and slid my hand down his body once more. I took him in my fist, running up and down his cock with firm movements.
My mind focused on Peter and all the dirty, wonderful things he was doing to me. I gave my body and my thoughts over to the rapture, realizing that while I didn’t necessarily get off on him touching me the way he was, the sensation of being toyed with while also being pleasured was somehow appealing. I kept my attention there, allowing myself to feel everything as moans and cries in three different voices filled the room. Finally, the attention was too much, and I exploded with a loud, long mewl of relief. I stroked Jasper faster and harder, but he stilled my motions by grabbing my wrist.
Looking down at Peter, I saw that his eyes were trained on me, and I felt his lips curl into a smile. I couldn’t help but smile back in thanks, stroking his hair and running my thumb over his eyebrow. Sitting up, I carefully swung my leg over his body, losing my balance despite my effort and falling back against Jasper. His arms wrapped around me protectively, steadying and stilling. I peered up at him over my shoulder, and his lips met mine softly.
“Peter, I need a moment with Jasper,” I said without thinking. “We’ll be right back, okay? Stay here.”
He looked hesitant for a moment, but my smile must have given him the proper reassurance I intended because he grinned back and nodded.
Fuck, he’s just as gorgeous as Jasper…
Hopping off the bed, I clasped Jasper’s hand and tugged him toward our bathroom. Once inside, I turned on the fan to muffle our conversation. I planted myself on the vanity, opening my arms to my love. He moved to me automatically, and our arms wound around each other.
“Are you all right?” he asked with genuine concern, tipping my chin up to look into my eyes with no less intensity than there had been in the bedroom moments earlier.
“Uh huh,” I confirmed with a nod, puckering my lips for a kiss that he granted quickly. “Are you?”
“I told you already, we can do whatever you want. This is your night, my love.”
A tingling sensation ran up my spine and I shuddered, causing Jasper to hold me tighter and rub his hands along my skin to warm me. I kissed him hard and deeply, pouring my love and gratitude into it.
“You’re sure?” I asked.
“Yes, sugar. What do you want to do?”
I bit my lip, trying to figure out the best way to tell the love of my life that I wanted something so dirty and crazy. “I want both of you,” I whispered, “at the same time.” My eyes left his, and I waited nervously for his reply.
“That’s hot as fuck,” he hissed, and my head snapped up to look at him again.
“Really?”
“Oh god, yes,” he said emphatically. “How do you want to, you know, do this?”
“Umm…” I mumbled nervously. “I want you to decide. I’m yours, my body is yours. You tell me what’s okay and that’s what we’ll do.”
He nodded, staying quiet for a moment to consider my words. “Well, for your sake, I think it might be better if I’m, uh…in the front.” I shot him a questioning look, so he continued. “Well, I saw him, you know? I’m a bit bigger, so it would probably be better this way. Plus, it would really…”
“What, honey?” I asked, rubbing the inside of my legs against the outside of his.
“He won’t really be fucking you, not the way I do,” he said quickly. A string of other words burst from his lips so fast that I had to bite back a giggle. “I mean, after everything we’ve already done, it’s not like it matters at this point, but it still kind of does. Well, unless you want to fuck him, which you can if you want because I told you that you could, but if I get the choice here, this,” he said, placing his hand over my pussy, “is mine.”
My sharp intake of breath broke him from his anxious rant, and he gave me a devious half smile, wiggling his fingers against my swollen, eager flesh. I had to pull away in order to stay focused.
“We should get back out there before we get too distracted,” I said.
He agreed, rooting through the medicine cabinet to retrieve some lube and a condom from the stash we kept around in case I ever had a lapse in my birth control.
When we walked out of the bathroom, Peter’s eyebrows lifted expectantly, and he sat up, swinging his legs off the edge of the bed. He had placed a pillow in his lap, and I couldn’t really blame him for wanting some kind of cover while he waited for us. I imagined that sitting alone and naked on someone else’s bed was probably not the most comfortable thing in the world.
Jasper gave me a nudge, and I walked over to his friend first, climbing into his lap and kissing him. His arms wound around me immediately, pulling my body until it was flush against his.
“Did you like that earlier?” Jasper asked him, and Peter nodded without releasing my mouth.
I slipped my hand between us and began to stroke him. His semi-erection hardened completely the moment I took him in my hand. “I want you both…” I told him, “…at the same time.”
With my words, Peter’s body stiffened and he groaned loudly. “Seriously?” he asked, pulling back to look at me and then Jasper. I gave him a huge smile and nodded.
I climbed out of Peter’s lap, and Jasper handed him the condom and lube before taking his place on the bed. Jasper piled some pillows against the headboard and sat as far back as he could. I moved to him, straddling his lap while we played with each other and prepared. His hands were all over me, touching and brushing and squeezing until I couldn’t stand it any longer. I grabbed him firmly, positioning the head of his cock at my entrance and rubbing it there to tease us both before plunging onto him. We rode out the initial thrill for a few moments before stilling our movements to look back at Peter.
“Anytime you’re ready,” I smiled, using my hand to beckon him closer.
“Okay,” he said shakily, taking a few deep breaths before kneeling behind me on the bed. I heard the faint tear of the condom wrapper and the pop of the lube lid as he prepared himself. The sounds were faint, but I understood that he was coating himself before adding a little more to his fingers for me.
Jasper and I stayed still as Peter’s hand connected with my body, spreading the slippery liquid over my ass and dipping in carefully to make sure I was ready. I looked back at him with a confident gaze of permission, and he moved his body closer. I leaned against Jasper, resting my head on his shoulder and relaxing as I felt Peter press into me.
He was slow and gentle, but the sensation was still a bit uncomfortable at first. I was just so fucking full. I wasn’t sure if my body could handle this, no matter how much everything at the center of my body begged to be consumed by these two men at the same time.
I held tighter to Jasper, biting his shoulder as Peter pushed in further. “Are you all right?” he whispered in my ear, rubbing my back soothingly.
“Yeah…it’s just a lot at once. Are you?”
“It’s a little weird cuz I can feel both of you, but I’m all right if you are,” he confirmed. “Peter? You good, man?”
Peter groaned loudly, sliding into me until his hips met my ass. “Uh huh,” he moaned in a strangled tone. “Oh fuck, Bella…so hot. You okay?”
I took a deep breath and nodded, lifting my head to look back at him.
“How do we do this?” the dark-haired man asked, rubbing my hips lightly. I could tell he wanted to move – needed to – but he was waiting until I was ready.
“It’s…a bit much,” I admitted. “Can you guys, umm, alternate?”
A look of concern washed over Jasper’s face immediately, and he pulled back, lifting me off him until he was barely inside me. I immediately felt relief from the intense pressure. Peter shifted automatically, responding to the freedom.
“I’m sorry,” he stuttered, thrusting slowly a few times. “Oh god, it’s so fucking tight.” His fingers dug into my hips as Jasper and I allowed him a few moments to adjust.
It was a bit overwhelming for all of us.
Once he calmed down, the guys found a steady rhythm, taking turns pushing into me and pulling out slowly. There was some awkward fumbling and positioning at first, but once they created a steady pattern, I was able to get into the groove with them and truly enjoy myself.
Suddenly, with this new compatibility of our bodies, bliss and pure fucking euphoria washed over me. This was so much more than regular sex. I was never empty, never left wanting. Everything was just so unbelievably intense, feeling both of them inside my body at the same time. Jasper kissed and soothed me, and as Peter got comfortable, he snaked one arm around my body to fondle my breasts. It was sensory overload and everything good and amazing and intoxicating all at once.
There were so many noises, and it became nearly impossible to decipher who each one came from as they blended in the air. Grunts, cries, and moans sounded animalistic and primal, making the entire experience so much more erotic. Never in my life had I imagined something like this was possible. We all exchanged words of concern for one another, but no one more than Jasper. His love for me was evident in the way he asked his questions and tenderly caressed my body.
I could tell when they were both getting closer to their release because everything became faster and more fevered. They still showed complete care and concern for me through their actions and their kisses all over my back and chest, respectively, but there was no denying their need. Mine was just as strong and forceful.
It started with quicker, more insistent thrusts, and I eagerly worked my body with each of theirs. I pressed forward into Jasper and backward toward Peter. Everything was a huge, cloudy blur of feelings, sounds, and needs. Flesh slapped together, hands groped, fingers dug, teeth nipped, chests rumbled. Somehow, we were all working at the same time, and on this round, it wasn’t painful or too much – it wasn’t enough. I relished the way they both filled me, and I could hear them groan and react to the way their cocks rubbed together through the thin flesh inside me that separated them. It no longer mattered that Jasper and I loved one another and he was sharing me, it didn’t matter that the two men had no interest in being intimate with one another. We all had one care, one single concern in mind, and that was reaching the pinnacle of this primal act, the summit of our mountain of pleasure. The details of how we got there were no longer on our mind, as long as all three of us were able to reap the utter fucking bliss of this act.
Peter was the first to go, stiffening against my back and pushing me hard into Jasper. He pulled out of me carefully, rolling off to the side of the bed as we finished.
Jasper immediately flipped me onto my back, driving into me hard, moaning my name and his love over and over again. He kissed me when he could, but it was too difficult to connect our mouths in the frenzy.
“I know, Jasper, it’s okay,” I reassured him, giving him permission to do whatever he had to and not worry about maintaining that connection. He had done enough already to show me his heart.
With my assent, he hooked my legs over his shoulders and gave us both exactly what we needed. I writhed against the mattress, gripping the crumpled bedspread tightly in my hands to relieve some of the tension as a hard, much-needed orgasm rocked my entire body. My reaction must have been exactly what he needed as well because moments later, he gave me one final slam, releasing my legs and collapsing on top of me. We panted and rested together, lazily touching one another as our bodies calmed.
“How you doing?” I asked Peter as my head lolled to the side. He was still breathing heavily, staring up at the ceiling with one hand over his heart.
“I should be the one asking you that question,” he said, tipping his head toward Jasper and me, providing us with a glimpse of his dazzling smile. “I’m great,” he finally answered, reaching over to stroke my cheek with the back of his hand, then slap Jasper on the back. With that, he rose from the bed, picking up his boxers as he walked toward the bathroom.
“So are you all right?” Jasper asked, raising himself off my chest and staring down at me with loving concern in his eyes.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I think I could use a hot bath,” I admitted with a little shrug. “Otherwise…that was unfuckingbelievable.”
“God, I don’t even have words, Bella. You are a goddess.” He bent down, kissing me tenderly and pushing sticky, sweat-soaked pieces of hair off my face. “I love you so much.”
“And I love you,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck to hug him.
Slowly, we sat up. Jasper found his shorts and slipped them on, then tossed me my panties and his tee shirt. By the time I had them on, Peter emerged from the bathroom, scratching the back of his head and looking at us as he moved toward the door.
“So, umm, I’m just gonna head to the guest room,” he chuckled nervously. “Good night?”
“Hey, come here,” I said, moving toward him. He closed the gap between us and allowed me to wrap my arms around him. After a firm hug, I looked up at him, using my hand to angle his head down to mine for a kiss. “No nerves. We’re good, all right?”
His eyes darted from mine to Jasper, who was still a few feet behind me by the bed. Jasper stepped forward, holding his hand out for Peter to shake. Peter slapped his palm against his friend’s, silently confirming that everything was copasetic between all of us. Peter kissed the top of my head, then handed me back to Jasper.
“Night guys…and…thanks.”
I winked as he walked out of the bedroom, and Jasper moved to close the door.
“Come on, my dear,” he said softly, pulling me toward the bathroom. “I think a nice hot soak in the Jacuzzi is in store for the two of us. Sound good?”
“Sounds wonderful,” I smiled, following him into our bathroom where he lit candles and turned off the lights as I filled the tub with steaming, soothing hot water.
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