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Finding Joy	By : fearciuil Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 1596 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Mike and Connie were both a
little tipsy as they returned to his apartment on Saturday night, she laughing
a little at something he'd said.� He hesitated
slightly before the door, pretending to fumble for his keys, hoping Jack had
already arrived.
"What's the matter?"
Connie asked, leaning against his back.� "Your
keys run away?"
He grinned at her and fished
them out, jamming the right key into the lock and opening the door.� They stumbled through, he turning to catch
her as they fully entered the apartment.�
As he turned, he caught Jack's eye�Jack, dressed in his jeans and a blue
oxford shirt, was standing behind the door, and his coat and helmet were hung
neatly on the coat tree.
Jack grinned.
"Take your coat, miss?"
he said.� Connie jumped and turned,
making Jack grin wider.
"Jack?" she said, and
she looked back at Mike, who was also grinning.�
"Mike?� You�you two�"
"Mike said something about
your appreciating my company on his birthday," Jack said, his tone almost
hypnotic.� He stepped forward and gently
touched her face, withdrawing his hand when she flinched involuntarily.� Mike reassuringly tightened his arms around
her.
"You said you wanted this,"
he whispered in her ear, and he nuzzled her neck.� She started to turn, to answer, but Jack
chose that moment to step forward and wrap both of them in an embrace, and she
found herself reacting to the close proximity of the two sexiest men in Manhattan.
"I think we'd be more
comfortable in the bedroom," Jack suggested in the same hypnotic tone.� A moment later, she heard Mike's coat hit the
floor, and then he pulled hers off and threw it on the couch.� Taking her hand, he tugged a little.
"He's right, you know,"
he said.� Looking into his eyes, she saw
evidence of his desire, and she allowed herself to be pulled.
Mike stopped when they reached
the bedroom.� "You made yourself at
home," he commented, but there was appreciation in his voice.
"I've been here for about
twenty minutes," Jack replied cheerfully.�
"Needed something to do."
Connie surveyed the result:
candles lit the room in soft, flickering light; a bucket of ice was
strategically placed on one of the nightstands, along with three wineglasses;
and a large, plain paper bag sat next to the bed, half-hidden by shadow.� "What's in the bag?"
Jack's grin was
mischievous.� "Come see."� He took one of her hands and one of Mike's
and pulled them across to the bed, pushing her down to a sitting position when
they reached it.� Mike was allowed to
remain standing.
The first thing Jack pulled out
was a silken scarf, which he briefly held over her eyes before placing it next
to her on the bed.� It was followed by a small,
clitoral vibrator and a can of whipped cream, a bottle of chocolate sauce, a
jar of maraschino cherries.
"You're planning to eat me?"
she teased, and he smiled back.
"We'll see."� He reached into the bag one last time and
pulled out a package of K-Y jelly.�
Intrigued, she took it from him.
"Yours and Mine?� I haven't seen this before," she stated,
quirking an eyebrow at him.
"Buck said it was new,"
he replied.
"'Buck'?" Mike
interrupted, a suggestive half-smile on his face.� Jack nodded, mock-offended.
"You don't think I would go
to just any adult shop, do you?� I have
to know that I can trust them to keep their mouths shut."
Mike glanced at Connie.� "Maybe I should get to know Buck."
"Might not hurt," she
responded, her eyes twinkling in the candlelight.� He smiled and picked up the scarf.
"Can I blindfold you,
milady?" he asked, his tone low and suggestive.� She bit her lip and glanced from Mike to Jack
and back again.
"Connie," Jack said,
picking up on her unease, "it's us.�
Anything you don't want us to do, just tell us to stop, and we will."� He nudged Mike with his foot.
"Of course we will,"
Mike agreed then.
She didn't answer immediately,
considering their words carefully for several long seconds.� "All right," she said finally.� Mike smiled lovingly at her and folded the
scarf carefully, then drew it over her eyes and tied it just tightly enough
that it wouldn't fall off.� She could
hear the men losing their clothing, Jack's jeans making a distinctive shushing sound as he pulled them
off.� Then, the bed depressed beside her
as one of them sat down, his hands gently caressing her through her blouse.� After only a few seconds of that, he began
unbuttoning the blouse, kissing her flesh as it was revealed.� She gasped softly.
The other one removed her heels
and began massaging her feet.� He placed
a gentle kiss on each instep before rubbing gently, surely, at the soles of her
feet and slowly extending up her legs.
And then all attention was
withdrawn.� She whimpered in frustration;
she was just starting to feel sparks of desire throughout her body.
"Shh,"
Mike soothed, smoothing her hair back.� "We
just need to get rid of some of these clothes."
He lifted her just slightly,
holding her securely as Jack removed her skirt and her panties.� Her blouse and bra followed.� Mike shifted then, settling her on the bed
with her head on the pillows.� He lay
down beside her, kissing her deeply and passionately, his erection rubbing
against her hip.� She groped for a
moment, locating it, and began to stroke.�
He caught her hand in his.
"This one's for you,
sweetheart," he whispered in her ear.�
"Believe me, you won't need to do anything."
As he spoke, she detected a soft
chk-a-chk-a on
the background, identifying it as the sound of the whipped cream being shaken
only when Jack actually squirted some on her nipples.� She arched her back in response.
"That's cold," she
hissed.
"We'll warm you up,"
Mike replied, and a pair of mouths descended on her breasts, licking and
sucking until all the whipped cream was gone.�
They repeated the procedure, and she could feel herself starting to
lubricate as teeth gently scraped against her now-erect nipples.� One of the men�she thought it was
Mike�slipped a hand down between her legs and teased her folds; probing,
stroking.
She gasped again as a sticky,
slightly gooey substance hit her belly.� The chocolate, she thought, dazed, and
someone began tracing its path with his tongue, up between her breasts and down
to her neatly-trimmed pubic hair.� He
kept going, burying his face between her legs and replacing fingers with mouth
and tongue.
"Oh," she moaned
involuntarily as he began to suck lightly at her clit.� "Oh, yessss."� She reached down and twined her fingers in
Mike's familiar, slightly wiry hair.
It was then that Jack joined
them on the bed; as Mike worked her most intimate area, Jack started again on
her breasts, sucking them and occasionally flicking the hardened nipples with
his tongue, caressing with his hand whichever one he wasn't working with his
mouth.� Between the two of them, she could
feel herself building quickly to an orgasm.
And then, they stopped.� She whimpered in disappointment; her stomach
tightened in anticipation of her denied orgasm.�
But she could hear something happening; there was the sucking sound of a
bottle opening, followed by a slight creak as Mike shifted his balance and a
tinny buzz.
"The cherries," Jack
whispered as something small and wet was gently inserted into her.
She moaned.
Mike began sucking again, this
time to retrieve the cherry.
The buzz was applied to her
clit, slowly at first, and then the speed was stepped up.
Jack stepped up his attention to
her breasts.
She came with a cry, her juices
(she was sure) flowing copiously over Mike's face.� Mike stopped, and Jack eased off.
"Give me the K-Y," Mike
directed.� Jack shifted away from her,
his erection grazing her as he did so.�
She heard him gasp softly at the contact and smiled to herself.� And then she gasped, this time at the contact
of the cold lube.� Mike had drizzled it
onto her and was massaging it into her lips, periodically dipping his fingers
inside of her to make sure she was fully lubed.�
She could hear him open the other bottle and prepare himself before she
felt his warm, familiar weight over her, his manhood poised at her
entrance.� "Are you ready?" he
asked.
"Oh, God, yes," she
moaned in reply.� "God, yes.� Fuck me, Mike."
He eased himself inside of her,
aware as always of the discomfort the initial penetration could cause.� But between his ministrations and her
previous orgasm, she was so wet that he slid in with little resistance.� He shifted inside of her, not really
thrusting, just stimulating her gently.�
Jack was sitting beside her, stroking her bare skin.
"What do you want?"
Mike asked her then, continuing his gentle movements.
"Hold still for a minute,
baby," she requested, and he stopped.�
She could hear the raggedness in his breathing and knew its source; the
K-Y was producing an electrifying sensation for both of them.� "It seems a little unfair to leave Jack
out of this.� He got us the toys, after
all."
Jack touched her cheek.� "This is about you," he reminded
her, but she could hear the smile in his voice.
"Tell us what you want,"
Mike said, his voice shaking slightly.
"I want you both in me,"
she replied simply.� "Mike, you stay
where you are.� Jack � I want you in my
ass."
She felt both men freeze.
"Are you sure?" Jack
asked, concerned.
"I'm sure.� Do it."�
She took a breath as Mike shifted slightly.� "You got the lube�use it."
There was a pregnant pause.� Then, she sensed Jack's shrug and Mike rolled
them over; a moment later, she felt the jelly hit her again, this time on her
ass.� Jack was even more careful and
thorough in his ministrations than Mike had been�he even took care to stretch
her sphincter�but she could feel the effort Mike was exerting to follow her
directive and hold still.
"You're positive about
this?" Jack asked again as he climbed on the bed behind her.
"Absolutely.� Fuck me.�
I want both of you to fuck me.� I
want to be full."
And so Jack eased his hardness
into her, stretching her a little more than he had been able to with just his
fingers; it was a pleasurable pain.� She
moaned softly at the sensation of being stuffed.
"All right, sweetheart?"
Mike asked, concerned.
"God, yes," she said again.� "Oh, this feels so good � I want to be on
our sides.� I want to feel as much of
both of you as I can."
With a little maneuvering, the
move was accomplished without dislodging either of them, and they began to
thrust.� Gently at first, building into a
rhythm with each other as well as with her, and the sensation of two cocks
rubbing each other through a thin membrane of tissue was so hot, so erotic,
that she clutched convulsively at Mike, burying her face in his shoulder so she
didn't broadcast their activities to the neighbors.� His light dusting of chest hair was providing
additional stimulation to her nipples as Jack's warmth behind her, and his
hands caressing her, brought her back to orgasm faster than she would have
believed possible.� Both men stopped
moving as she convulsed around them, trying to postpone their own climaxes for
at least a few more minutes.� As she came
off of her peak, they started in again, alternating their thrusts so that as
one surged into her, the other withdrew.�
She brought her feet around to lock behind Mike's ass, driving him to
deeper penetration; he began to thrust a bit more forcefully, met in turn by
Jack's equally powerful thrusts, and she began climbing a third time, moaning
nonstop, calling their names as her stomach tightened.
This time, Mike beat her to
climax, thrusting hard into her once, and again, his manhood expanding slightly
with its impending eruption.� And then he
did erupt, and the feel of him coming inside of her set off her own orgasm.
Ears ringing with the intensity
of her climax, she was barely aware of Jack's orgasm.
Exhausted, they lay entangled
for several minutes afterward, Jack thinking to reach up and remove the
blindfold.� As they cooled, she shivered
slightly, and Mike pulled away long enough to retrieve the quilt that
invariably ended up on his floor.� He and
Jack spread it over them and then snuggled into her.
"That was�." she
began, and stopped.� Mike began caressing
her gently, rubbing her upper arm.
"Did you like it?" he
asked innocently, much as she had asked him.
"I loved it," she
replied.� "Thank you.� Both of you."
Mike kissed her, then settled
back onto the bed as Jack kissed her cheek.
"You're welcome," Jack
whispered, and as he had before, he rested an arm protectively across both of
them and surrendered to sleep.
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