Page 55 of Tempting Fate

I don’t need to see for everything I want to do, anyway. Patch nips my nape and adds another finger. I hiss through my teeth. Patch goes still, but I shake my head.

“Keep going.”

“Em, I—”

“Please,” I say, and he lets out a helpless moan and does as he’s told.

“His cock’s even bigger than that,” Jamie says, and I cut off his laugh by stroking him firmly again. He’s leaking all on his own now, a hot and heavy weight in my hand. My mouth waters. I want him on my tongue, but I’ll find another time for that. For all of it. Now that I’ve got them both in my bed, I know exactly what it is I want.

I just need to convince them that it’s a good idea. Work through whatever strange tension exists between them.

“Faster, Patch,” Jamie pants. I squeeze harder, swiping my thumb over the head of his cock. His head tips back and he moans. “F-fuck. Make him come before I do.”

Patch chuckles. “I don’t think that’s the point of this.”

“Boo,” Jamie says, but it trails off into another moan when I lower my head to suck one of his nipples. He arches up into the touch, almost howling when I scrape my teeth over the little bud. Perfect. Fuck. He’s so sensitive.

“How’s that?” Patch murmurs. He has three fingers sliding in and out of me easily now, and that tight ball of pleasure in my core is only building. I’m just as hard as the pair of them, pre-cum leaking down my shaft.

“Condoms,” I say. “They’re—I left them with the lube.”

Patch tears one open behind me and I wriggle around a little until I have one leg bent at the knee, pulled up to expose me to his hungry gaze. Oh, I don’t mind him being on top. We both know he’s still going to ask me for permission.

I slow my strokes with Jamie, whose gaze is flicking between the two of us, mouth slack. Patch climbs onto the bed behind me again. The covered head of his cock presses against my hole.

His thighs tremble. I feel it. He wants to ask, but he doesn’t know how. Not yet.

“Fuck me, Patch,” I say. “Nice and slow. If you feel like you want to speed up, go slower.”

“Fuck,” Patch mutters. He seizes my hips and pushes in slowly. So slowly. I close my eyes and groan as he fills up every inch of me, letting me feel it bit by bit.

When I open my eyes again, Jamie is closer, staring into my face. “You’re a bit of a masochist, huh?”

“Not at all.” I snort and stroke him again, this time faster. “No teasing for you, hmm? I want to see you come, Jamie.”

“Em—”

“Patch, tell him. You want to see it too, don’t you?”

Patch growls and his next thrust is even slower than the one before it. His entire body shakes with how he’s trying to keep himself under control.

Just when I think he’s not going to say it, he murmurs, “Show me. Show us.”

Jamie throws his arm up over his eyes and sobs out a moan. His cock twitches in my hand, muscles tensing in his stomach, his thighs, and then he comes, letting out a single, desperate cry.

I stroke him until he’s done, and then I only let go to reach down and tease his balls. He laughs weakly and pushes my hand away. “God, Em. Give me a minute.”

I laugh and kiss his shoulder. Patch is still fucking me slowly, now apparently content to obey my request. He wraps an arm around my middle, hand resting just below my sternum.

“You’re so pretty when you come,” I say, and Jamie goes red.

“So fucking hot,” Patch growls. He’s breathing hard. I don’t know which one of us will come first, and I don’t know whether I care.

After a minute or so, Jamie sits up. His eyes sweep over both of us, lingering on where Patch is fucking me, on the fact that the way I’m twisted means my cock is rubbing against the duvet, trapped under my body.

He licks his lips. Patch’s next thrust stutters, a little faster than the one before.

“I told you,” Jamie says. “I’m really good with my tongue.”