I felt the bed move, a second before I heard, “Trade me.” I knew it was Jason’s voice. I might have asked what he meant, but I was still quivering on the bed with happy aftershocks.
I felt him lick me, and knew it was him, or rather that it wasn’t Nathaniel, before I managed to open my eyes enough to be absolutely sure. He looked up at me with that happy darkness in his eyes, and blue eyes held that dark, just as good as any other color. It wasn’t a darkness of hue, but of intention. It was a possessive, a surety, a “This is mine.”
I wasn’t his, but in that moment I sort of was, and the knowledge of it was there in his eyes. It made me turn my head so I could see Nathaniel with J.J.—we’d negotiated that oral without barrier was okay between us all. J.J. was human, the only full human in the bed, which meant she could catch and carry disease. Whether I was still human enough to do the same remained to be seen, but caution was better. She’d tested clean and hadn’t added any new lovers since, so we rolled the dice, pretty sure it was okay. Sleeping with lycanthropes and vampires had spoiled me. They couldn’t catch or carry any disease, so fluid sharing wasn’t as big a deal. In so many ways, humans were more dangerous.
J.J.’s breathing quickened as her body began to build quickly to the next climax. I tensed up, and Jason noticed enough to draw back and say, “It’s okay, Anita, it’s not a race.”
“Sorry,” I said. I had trouble relaxing with another woman in the bed doing certain things, because Domino had discovered I was slower achieving orgasm through oral, especially the second or third time, where most women climaxed faster the more foreplay their partner did. It was also partly a very old hang-up from my ex-fiancé in college, who had made me feel badly that I took so long to come like this, though I’d learned that it was his lack of skill, not my body, that had been at fault. I’d thought I’d exorcised that particular demon, until I started having sex with another woman in the bed; funny what will raise the old ghosts. Domino had asked permission to get advice from Jason, so he knew.
Jason smiled up at me. I expected him to make some teasing remark, but he didn’t. “I know it costs you something to include other women; I don’t understand it, but I know it does, so thank you.”
“You’re welcome” seemed a little formal under the circumstances, but I said it anyway.
He grinned up at me, grabbed a pillow, and said, “Make a bridge.” I rose up so he could put the pillow underneath me, to help him stay at the angle he needed without hurting his neck.
J.J. made small, eager noises as Nathaniel brought her again. We both looked to that side of the bed, watching our nearest and dearest be all intimate with each other. Then Jason settled himself between my legs and began to lick, suck, and kiss his way over and around me. It felt amazing, but I was distracted by the other side of the bed and J.J.’s breathing already speeding up, again.
Jason bit my inner thigh a little harder than most people liked it. It caught my breath in my throat and made me stare down at him.
“That’s better,” he said. “I want more of that look in your eyes.” His voice was already a little deeper, from whatever he’d just seen on my face.
He licked and nibbled, and started adding small bites in; sometimes that distracted me from any orgasm, but if the mood was right, it added to it. Jason was a good judge of it. He’d bite, and I’d make a pain noise, not a happy noise, and he’d back off and go back to licking and sucking; then he’d bite on the sides of me, and if that brought happy noises, he’d try biting, semi-gently, over the sweet spot in the center. When my breathing quickened from it, spine arching a little, he bit harder. I cried out from it, and he took more of me into his mouth and shook like a dog with a toy. I screamed my orgasm for him, hands scrambling for something to hold on to, as he worried at me with teeth and mouth, until I waved him off. We had hand signals because sometimes the orgasms left us all wordless while we shook and quivered with the aftermath of it.
He licked me one more time up the middle. It made me cry out, and dragged my upper body off the bed as if someone had pulled me upward by some invisible string, and then cut it to send me collapsing to the bed again.
Jason was above me on all fours, staring down into my fluttering eyelashes. His eyes had gone to that pale spring green of his wolf form. There was something about doing oral sex that way that brought his beast closer to the surface.
“Did she just go from you biting her there?” J.J. asked.
“Yes,” Jason said, but he said it while looking into my face.
I fought to turn my head, so I could see her propped up on her elbows, looking at us. Nathaniel lay beside her, one arm thrown across her hips, his face nestled against her body. The look in his eyes was full of that eager darkness, turning them to a deeper violet.
“You enjoyed it,” she said.
Jason looked at her then, let her see the wolf eyes. “Yes,” and there was an edge of growl in his voice now.
“You can never, ever do that to me,” she said.
“I know,” he said.
“Is that what you meant about rough?”
“Part of it,” he said.
“What’s the other part?” she asked.
“You said no to intercourse with Nathaniel. That leaves you just watching while we fuck.”
“You know I’m a voyeur,” she said.
“Me, too,” Nathaniel said, still cuddled against her body.
“Sometimes I think you’d rather watch than participate,” I said.
“Sometimes,” he said with a smile, “but not tonight. I want to watch, as foreplay.”
“You want to help me demonstrate?” Jason asked with a grin.
“Go, team,” Nathaniel said, grinning back.
“The three of you have sex together a lot, don’t you?” she asked.
“He’s my best friend,” Jason said.
“You know, most guys watch sports with their best friends,” J.J. said.
“I don’t like sports.”
“I’ve done wilder things than this, just never with anyone I cared about,” she said.
“You want to back out?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No, I want to watch you fuck.”
“Good, because I want you to watch us fuck.” He looked down at me again; his eyes were back to human. In fact, a lot of the heat had cooled.
“We talked too long,” I said.
He looked down at his body. “You’ll have to help get me back in the mood.”
“Always glad to help a friend,” I said.
He grinned and then laughed. “Then go down on me until I’m hard”—he leaned down and spoke low—“and then let’s show J.J. what I mean by rough.”
“Let’s,” I said, and smiled up at him.
JASON STAYED ON his knees, and I half sat up so that I could use my hands as well as my mouth. I spilled my mouth over him, sucking him until I could press my lips tight against the front of his body. He was only partially erect, so it was easier to force my mouth over him and hold all of him in my mouth. I played gently with his balls with one hand and kept the other on his waist/butt area, both to touch him and as a sort of balance point.
I kept myself pressed as tight as I could to his body, sucking and rolling him in my mouth, because I’d learned that as long as I stayed this deep with a man partially soft, he didn’t seem to harden as quickly, so I could enjoy the sensation of all of him in my mouth without fighting my gag reflex to do it, but apparently from the outside looking in, it looked even more impressive, because . . .
“How can you deep-throat him that long?” J.J. asked from where she had propped up on the pillows on their side of the bed.
I rolled my eyes toward her enough to see her, but I didn’t want to give up my position; I knew that once I went off him long enough to answer J.J., he’d get harder and deep-throating would start to become a challenge. I was enjoying what I was doing and didn’t want to give it up yet.
Nathaniel said, “As long as you keep your mouth sealed over him like that, it takes him longer to get fully erect, so the deep-throating is easier.”
“Really?” she said.
“Really,” he said.
I got my first hint that maybe rough sex wasn’t the only thing that J.J. didn’t do the same way I did. I looked up the line of Jason’s body, where he knelt above me. We had a moment of eye contact, and the look was enough to let me know that J.J. didn’t have my fascination for oral sex, at least not fellatio. It was one of my very favoritest things, but then J.J. had been a lesbian most of her life, so she probably rocked me out of the park on cunnilingus.