Extended Scene: 1x16.5 - Wrap My Words Around You Summer nights in Maryland weren’t much different than the summer nights in Alabama, or any other southern state. Sure, the humidity was slightly less oppressive: little summer squalls didn’t come and go every fifteen minutes here, and that was a plus--but the heat was the same. Claire could hear the crickets out in Izzy’s junk yard singing away as the twilight melted into a rich, velvet navy blue. Lightning bugs blinked in the distance, disappearing in the slivers of light that came from the garage, where Ben and their host were working on making the GTO not look like it’d recently rolled off a cliff.
The sound of water shutting off clued her in to the whereabouts of the only other occupant in the house. She and Jesse had always had a different dynamic than what she shared with Ben. Though her reasons for attachment to the cambion were stitched slightly different than with the other member of their hard-to-define relationship, that didn’t mean she loved him any less. It did, however, make certain things a little more difficult for Claire to define or understand. Also, in light of the recent angel-induced vision of the future, there was some tension between them that Claire didn’t know what to do with. She could sense it from him--a fear she understood, but couldn’t soothe, and that in turn, frightened her as well. It was hard to shake the vision; the look in the eyes of the older-version of him, and everything she knew he’d done.
Though as much as it frightened her, it also firmly resolved how in love she was with the Jesse she had here, and now.
She found him with his back to her, sitting on the edge of the bed after an obvious shower. Without a word, her knee creased the bed spread as her weight settled behind him, a light brush of her fingers traced his neck to his shoulder, and down his spine, making his back stiffen. She pressed her lips to the other shoulder, then rested her chin there, meeting his eyes with a gentle smile. He smiled back, but it was hesitant. It shouldn’t be this way. He should melt easily into her touch, and automatically have something flip or flirtatious to say that would make her smile wider. Instead he kept remembering how scared and frantic she’d looked as she held his face in her hands, and the promise he made that he might have already broken.
“Hi,” he said, quieter than he meant to be.
Though his expression was difficult to read in depth, that tension was still there. Claire’s stomach tightened; her automatic reaction was to drape her arms around his chest and squeeze him in, her nose nuzzling in close to his jaw.
“Have I told you how proud I am of you?” she hushed against his neck, ignoring the tickle of her hair as it fell from her shoulder around to his.
Guilt settled like marbles in his stomach. He gave a shrug. “Any reason why? All I did was take a shower, and I’ve been doing that a while now.” The comment pulled a genuine chuckle out of Claire, her nod and smile pressed into his still warm skin.
“No wonder you’re so good at it,” she teased a little, leaning back a bit so she wasn’t pressing him off the bed, but her thin top still clung to the moisture on his back.
He let out a breath, his hand resting on her arm, and thought about what nightmares had been like for him. The one thing he’d wanted most was someone there, some sort of comfort to bring him back to reality. And Claire was looking for that from him. Turning his head, he nuzzled the side of her head before pressing a kiss to her temple. Claire’s eyes closed with the warm gesture; she felt the knot in her stomach shift and loosen, but another tightened in her chest.
“I mean it, though,” she continued on after a moment of quiet. She squeezed him once more, finding the desire to be closer unsatisfied until she was basically sharing the same space. She’d never been so clingy, and a part of her was uncomfortable with it--but she didn’t care. At the moment, his warmth and his realness was everything she needed. “You’ve come a long way, and it hasn’t been easy. I’m proud to be next to you.”
Jesse tried to swallow but couldn’t. There was so much he wasn’t telling her, that he was too afraid to tell her. He didn’t know how to handle her words. Instead, he shifted away from them. “What did I do? In the dream,” he asked quietly.
Claire tensed inside, but tried her best not to show the reaction outwardly. Her grip on him got a little tighter, and a sigh replaced words that she knew she didn’t want to say. He deserves to know came a voice in her head, but even that was uncertain.
She pressed her lips to his shoulder, briefly, then breathed through her words. “Are you sure you want me to answer that?”
“No,” he said honestly, his hand tightening on her arm. “But if I know, then maybe I’ll know how to stop it from happening.” Or know if some of it already happened.
“There’s a lot I don’t know--” It was a while before Claire could say anything, and even as she started, she was still second guessing herself. “He dropped me more than a decade into the supposed ‘future’...” her voice trailed off a bit after tightening, tensing with the memory of having to play catch up with Amitiel’s sick little ‘life lesson’. She closed her eyes, fighting the sick feeling in her stomach. “By then, everything had already happened. At some point, you left us--I don’t know why.” Another sigh rolled from her lips. This one lightly quivered. “From there, everything went to Hell.”
Jesse frowned, turning towards her as best he could in her tight embrace. “I would never leave you.” His thoughts jumped to his bargain with the demon. “Not for real, and not forever.”
Claire loosened her grip so he could twist around. The look on his face was the brick wall on which a lot of her thoughts crashed; it was sincere, but also contained a hint of desperation she couldn’t really place. Her lips pressed together; her unwitting show of concern. She touched his face and traced his cheek with her thumb before leaning in for a gentle, but needed kiss, which he softly met. His arms slid around her as he pulled away from the kiss, settling for holding her close.
“I don’t want to ever see you afraid of me again,” he said.
Something about the underlying truth in those words sent a cold shock through her. She hadn’t addressed her own feelings that directly, but there it was, all laid out. She’d been scared when she came out of that dream--and Jesse had seen right into it. Swallowing lightly, she rested her cheek on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Her hands idly roamed his back; Claire was focusing on everything that he was, here and now, forcing the image of the older him as far out of her head as possible.
“S’just a dream,” she murmured finally, squeezing him close and breathing him in.
“It is. Doesn’t keep them from sucking, though,” he added, closing his eyes to better take in the feel of her. After a moment, he added, “You scared me, too. In one of my dreams. But I know I’m safe with you.”
She pulled back just enough to focus on Jesse’s face, a gentle, but genuine smile on hers. Rather than cheapen the instant comfort that confession gave her with more words that were already conveyed on her expression, Claire quirked teasing brow, resting her forehead on his. “Among other things,” she promised, a little extra warmth in her voice.
He smiled, biting his bottom lip, though nothing could quite convey the sheer surge of adoration he felt for her. “Yeah? What things?”
“Oh, let’s see,” she grinned, so close that she brushed his lips in the process. “Constantly scrutinized? I haven’t worn out the bad-ass-teacher thing yet, have I?”
“No,” he said, his hand slipping down her back. “Still love your bad ass.” She snickered low and warm under her breath, her shoulders pulled back as a smooth reflex to the graze of his hand.
“S’good to know,” she said, sitting back a bit so she could trace his bare chest with her fingertips, though her eyes stayed hotly trained on his. “Wouldn’t want you to get bored.”
He chuckled even as he quivered under her touch. “Being bored is the last thing I have to worry about with you.” Pause. “Unless you’re making me do research.”
“Oh, you’ll just have to suck that part up,” she purred, her grin tilting as she teased his skin with a little more of her nails. “But I’ll make up for it.”
Hissing in an appreciative breath, Jesse dipped his head, kissing along her neck. “Guess I can live with that,” he said, sliding a thumb up under the hem of her shirt. Claire lifted her chin, her belly pulled in with a slow inhale that put heat in her voice.
“You guess?” she teased, punctuating the cottony words with a playful nipple-pinch.
He came just short of squealing. “Alright, alright, I can live with it. Taskmaster.”
Claire’s giggle was warm as his hands, still fresh from the shower. Her own slid around his muscled torso around to the back, bringing her lips close to his chin. “Taskmaster?” She couldn’t help it. “S’that a kinky nickname or a computer program?”
A blush rose to Jesse’s cheeks and he leaned down to give her bottom lip a nip. “You prefer something like bossypants?” Claire snerked, her grin lengthening.
“Maybe,” she said, smoothly gliding the rest of the way across his lap. “But guess who’s not wearing bossypanties.” It was late, and sleeping-shorts were comfortable in this heat. Laundry day also had impeccable timing.
Giving a happy and needy little growl, he grabbed her thighs and rolled her, pinning her to the bed. “Have I told you I love you, my dirty girl?” Claire puffed the pale hair away after it sprawled across her eyes, but her crooked grin couldn’t be contained for long. She gave his hips a good, solid squeeze with her thighs, dragging her legs on the inside of his, mussing the towel draped around them.
“I think so, but you can remind me.”
“Mm, I love you,” he said, taking her mouth in a kiss. His hand tugged at her shirt, baring her stomach. “I love how you always surprise me...” He cupped her breast. “I love how you fit to me...” Claire purred out a breath and bent to the touch. Her eyes were already a bit hooded, but locked on Jesse’s face. The gravel quality in his voice shaped into those words stirred inside her. Familiar and craved, innocent in their own way; she didn’t want it to stop.
“Keep going,” she encouraged, lifting her head off the covers to kiss slowly along his neck.
He smiled, eyes closing as he relished in the heat of her lips. “I love when you take control. And I love when you give in.” His hand left her to travel lower and under her shorts, finding her bare as she’d said. He couldn’t help but run his finger along her slit. Her teeth scraped the sensitive skin beneath his ear in response. “I fucking love how wet you get for me.”
“Which do you want right now?” a light groan sweetened her whisper, her hips pushed up into his hand. Her grip on his shoulders dug in.
Chuckling low in his throat, he slowly slid a finger into her. “I wanna take you right now. Then you can take me back.” Claire chuckled hotly around her caught breath, closing her lips over Jesse’s pulse point and sucking in deep. That, and the languid moan at the back of her throat, was a clear show of approval for what he was doing.
With an approved murmur of his own, he shifted, his hips grinding against her thigh as he upped the pace of his hand. “I love your mouth, too. The things you do with that pretty, dirty mouth.” He slid another finger into her with ease. An airy whine vibrated her lips on his skin until they let go, and Claire pulled in a deep breath. Her eyes closed, reflexively following the spit-slick glide of his fingers.
“--god,” she rasped, her head dipping back into the bed and the halo of her hair.
He looked down at her, breathless for a moment. “Beautiful. So fucking beautiful.” He scissored his fingers even as his palm pressed down hard against her clit, catching another breath in her throat. She looked at him, hot in her growing need.
“Fuck, Jess...” she whimpered, lifting up for a desperate kiss, but another sharp spike of pleasure closed her eyes and rolled her hips off the bed.
“That’s my girl,” Jesse growled, before saving her the trouble and bringing his mouth crashing onto hers. His hand surged deeper, pressing and exploring to the snap of her hips. The kiss swallowed the higher pitches that came with Claire’s jagged breaths, squirming beneath him until a sharp throb shot through her body. Her lips fell open, the pit of her spine pulled away from the bed.
The doorknob suddenly twisted, but the figure sliding in was a lot more subtle Ben had heard the murmuring noises at the door as he’d approached, having seen neither Claire nor Jesse lingering anywhere in the house and knowing that usually only meant one thing. He’d thought briefly of letting them alone to have some time together -- it was only fair, after all -- but then found himself wondering why he had to be absent for that to take place. They could be together without him participating.
Plus, it was hot. He knew for a fact that Jesse had a kink about being watched, and it wasn’t often that he got to really take pleasure in looking at either of them; usually, his body was too actively involved in whatever it was they were all doing. Making sure to lock the door behind him, he leaned back against it and turned his eyes to them, a slow but silent smile on his face.
His hand riding Claire through the orgasm, and his eyes on every inch of her gorgeous body as he made it writhe, it was a moment before Jesse noticed the shadow in the corner of his eye that hadn’t been there before. When he looked up and met Ben’s gaze, he felt his whole body flush warm with pleasure, need, and a smidge of embarrassment.
“Looks like we have a viewer, Claire,” he said, his hand slowing but not withdrawing from her. The apples of her cheeks flushed and tingling, Claire’s breaths were still hard and ridden by her voice, even on her way down. Jesse’s voice cut through the haze, though, and she opened her eyes, following his gaze to a point behind her. In her lingering fog, she smiled at Ben, feeling a fever suddenly spread through her face. Her chuckle was hot and breathless, and melted into another moan.
“Looks like I missed the previews,” Ben murmured, his hand coming down to press against his groin. “Damn. Any chance for a rewind, or is this a one-time playthrough?”
His gaze lingering a moment on Ben’s hand, Jesse said, “I told Claire she got to take charge after that one, so what happens is up to her.”
Ben nodded, moving over to the nearby chair by the desk and turning it so he could watch better, his legs settling wide apart on the wood floor.
“Right then. Don’t mind me,” came his quiet reply, his eyes spanning back and forth between Claire’s face and where Jesse’s hand was still nestled between her legs. She could feel her thighs quivering, even after the aftershocks had already faded, all thanks to the constant, steady friction that kept her breathless.
“You need t’fuck me--” she whined, just a few shades shy of feral, her head falling back to the bed. Ben felt his cock twitch at her words and quickly unzipped his jeans, shoving his hand past the relaxed fabric and circling his cock. He very nearly stood to comply before he realized the words were aimed towards Jesse, not him.
“You heard her, Jess,” Ben said, his voice low and deep.
Feeling dizzy just looking between them, Jesse pulled back and lifted Claire’s legs straight in the air to strip off her shorts. “Look at our girl, Ben,” he said, running a hand on the smooth underside of her ass. “Going without panties, just so she can be ready for us to take her.”
Ben pulled his lower lip in between his teeth, feeling a heady rush both at Jesse’s words -- our girl -- and at the sight of Claire’s exposed body. His hips lifted slightly as he thrust up into his fist but he kept silent, smiling around his lip. Claire’s expression almost mirrored his; a hungry look in her eyes, sharpened by the complex feelings--all good--that Jesse’s words and Ben’s tangible presence stirred inside.
She bowed deeply, taking her hands from Jesse long enough to peel the tank top off her shoulders and toss it blindly. Grinning, Jesse couldn’t help but lean over and taste her breast as he wriggled his towel completely open. He didn’t linger long, though, his hand sliding under her hips as he guided himself to her entrance. Leaning over, he took her mouth in another kiss as he slowly slid in. Claire flexed up to meet him, a languid moan dissolved into their kiss, which Ben echoed from the chair not far from the bed, untucking from his jeans so he had a fuller range of motion. The exposure to the colder air in the room made him shiver in pleasure. His eyes were fixed on the place where they were joined, his mind filling in the sensory memories -- His joining with Claire, joining with Jesse, Jesse taking him. His hips arched again and kept moving, his jaw going slack.
Ben’s noise sending a flair of heat through him even as Claire enveloped him, Jesse pressed in to the hilt before looking over at him. The sight pulled a growl from his throat. Ben was achingly gorgeous with his cock in hand, all the more so because of the heat burning in his eyes as he watched them. His mouth found Claire’s throat as he said, “Look at him, Claire. Look at how much he likes watching me fuck you.”
But she already was watching, lips gaped and eyes glossed over with the sensory overload. Jesse’s words were like warm velvet in her ear and on her skin; that combined with the deep ache from the electric eye-contact with Ben tipped her chin back, arching her throat. With more breath than voice, she whispered, drawing her arms up through her hair to grip the edge of the bed behind her. “Then let’s give’im a show...”
With a chuckle, Jesse hooked a hand under her knee, stretching her until her leg was over his shoulder. He nearly withdrew completely before thrusting in even deeper than before. Ben pumped a little faster at Claire’s words, assaulted by the memory of Jesse and the girl in Madison. Only this time, it was so much better.
He could reach out and touch them if he wanted to. Every fiber of his being demanded that he should, but he held back, his eyes following the long length of Claire’s leg all the way down to Jesse’s cock pistoning into her.
“Christ,” he gasped, twisting his hand around the head of his cock as he focused there. Claire’s grip on the edge of the mattress tightened, bunching the covers in her fingers. The leg not in Jesse’s hand dug in with her heel at his side, grounding them both. Her gasps and breasts were jarred by the snap of Jesse’s hips, giving her voice a pained, euphoric quality.
“Tell us--what you want,” she rasped. Ben shuddered again, swallowing hard.
“Fuck,” came the utterance, his hips jerking. “You’re doin’ pretty damn good without my help, baby.”
Grinning, Jesse’s hand traced the length of Claire’s torso even as he continued to pound into her. His fingers lingered where he could feel himself sliding into her before moving up, his thumb tweaking her clit, pulling a sudden whine from her lips. “There’s my girl,” he said, looking down at her through hooded eyes.
Ben bit his lip, watching Jesse’s hand with intensity as Claire writhed against his touch. They were so incredibly hot together, it made his blood sing and his body ache with need. His eyes drifted to the slope of Jesse’s back as his lizard brain brought up the images of the three of them back in Louisiana. Technically it was Jesse’s turn.
No, no, this is about them, Ben told himself again as he pumped his cock furiously. Not me. Them having this moment. Don’t take that away from them.
Breathing hard, Claire’s eyes opened after another spike of pleasure made them clench. She painted the rippling flex of Jesse’s torso up to his face. The intensity and heat behind his gaze pumped gasoline through her veins, and sparked a sudden, spur of the moment desire. Without as much as a warning, she let go of the edge of the bed and hooked her free leg around Jesse’s. Without breaking away, she rolled him hard--her hands planted on his shoulders, the shift of her hair as wild as her gaze.
His breath left him as she pinned him, back rolling as he thrust up into her. His eyes locked with equal fervor on hers. Pressing his hand eagerly against her, he brought his other up to cup her face. “I love you,” he said breathlessly.
The lust that had fueled Ben’s movements immediately dimmed, though not in a negative way. If anything he felt a twinge of alienation, like he had definitely intruded on them. His hand slowed to a stop, but he didn’t turn his eyes away.
Claire felt a shudder through her breath, and turned her lips to kiss Jesse’s palm. Still moving, rolling rhythmically from the tips of her shoulders to her hips, she took both his hands in hers, lacing her fingers through the spaces between. The moment was electrifying, but between the skips in her racing heart, there was definitely something a little out of place.
Without thinking of it, Claire found herself looking over at Ben. The complex things in his gaze were overshadowed by the realization in her own--that unfathomable need for him to be closer. She was consumed by it, briefly letting go of Jesse’s hand to beckon Ben with the crook of her finger. Ben chewed his lips in response, heat flaring in him again, his eyes moving from hers to Jesse’s.
Jesse met them with a needy smile, reaching out along the bedsheets toward him. Ben inhaled sharply, tucking himself away in order to drag the chair closer.
“Don’t stop,” he said once he was within reaching distance, tugging his jeans down past his hips and circling his fingers around the base of his cock again. Claire continued to rock, sliding herself deep and achingly slow upon Jesse, one palm flat on his chest while the other shoved her hair out of her eyes. She could hear, and sense Ben’s closeness, and every breath tightened a little more with the anticipation.
Jesse squirmed under her, desperate for something faster but held well in place. So instead his hand worked harder at her clit while the other slid up to cup her breast. “So fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, giving a squeeze. “Feels so good.”
Ben took a shaky breath, his hand falling into pace with the rock of Claire’s hips as his free hand drifted up to stroke her back. Her skin was like oiled satin, soft and wonderfully smooth, and once he slid down to her hip he pulled his hand away, his palm coming down to smack the curve of her ass. Claire’s voice rang clearly in the sharp gasp that followed. The sting melted perfectly into the heat that burned her skin from below, along with Jesse’s targeted touch between her legs. Her pace quickened along with her breaths, already uneven. Jesse’s head fell back, even as his hands kept up their work. His hips snapped up each time she shifted, creating a cacophonous rhythm but all Jesse wanted was more.
“That’s it, that’s it,” he said through gritted teeth. Ben stroked the reddening spot, then brought his hand down again as he squeezed his cock and bucked his hips a half-second later than Jesse. He wanted nothing more than to fit himself up against them, giving and taking, and it was becoming increasingly harder to deny himself of that unspoken need. His hand slid to Jesse’s side, stroking up and inward along his chest to rake his nails along one pebbled nipple.
The touch brought a gasp, Jesse’s head turning to him. A moan bubbled up in his chest, and he pulled his hand from Claire’s breast to reach out, his hand closing over Ben’s as it slid along his cock. Ben moaned, his head tipping back hard as his hips lifted into the next thrust. Even without feeling the direct contact, just the fact that he could feel the heat in Jesse’s hand against the back of his palm sent lightning through his nerves.
“Yeah,” he groaned. “Oh, fuck--”
Claire rocked faster, losing herself with each flex of her thighs; the sounds of ecstasy that came from both of them driving her closer to the edge. She twisted one hand back, reaching behind her and between Jesse’s legs, lightly brushing the sensitive skin there.
With a tight cry, Jesse’s every muscle tensed, his heels digging into the bed. “Yes, oh yes that’s it!” he keened, back arching. “So close! Fuck me, Claire!”
A small, almost feral smile turned up the corners of Claire’s mouth as she watched Jesse tense and squirm. She put a bit more pressure behind her fingers, brushing them with the same rhythm as her hips. “Good boy,” she groaned, teetering on the edge herself, but holding it back just a little longer.
One hand twisting in the sheets, Jesse came with a cry, hips snapping erratically as his hand clenched over Ben’s, pulling a little whimper out of the other man as he tried to pump himself faster. Ben watched his face with rapt attention, wishing he could lean in to kiss him, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop in his effort to try and get off. Claire deepened the roll in her spine, riding Jesse through the crest of his orgasm with that same satisfied smile on her face, even if it was cut by her rapid breathing. The palm on his chest traced down slow, dragging her nails lightly as she became much more aware of Ben’s furious movement to the side.
It was either the heat in his eyes or surging through her system, but both combined left a sharp glint in her eyes as she pulled herself from Jesse, settling on his side, opposite and facing Ben. She held his eyes as her hand circled the base of Jesse’s cock, still slick with the mixture of both him and her, and took the tip slowly between her lips.
A shocked gasp pulled from Jesse, rolling his head up to look up at her even as the rest of him stayed bonelessly sprawled. “Oh fuck, Claire,” he panted, his fingers flexing. “You’re going to kill me.” His head fell back, eyes fluttering closed. “And I don’t care. Do it. Whatever you like.”
Ben twisted his hand around the head of his cock, feeling the boiling sensation of his pending orgasm working up through his veins. So close so close so close, but the question was did he allow himself to finish, or try and milk it for what it was worth. He wanted to come so badly, and watching as Claire delicately and carefully cleaned Jesse off was rapidly making it harder for him to rule in favor of the prolonging.
She continued to watch Ben as she slipped down slow, leading with the flat of her tongue down until her nose brushed her hand, then back up, mimicking the movement of his hand as close as possible. A muffled hum of approval melted at the back of her throat.
Jesse’s head rolled, looking over at Ben. The sight sent a surge of need through him, even though he felt completely spent. “Yeah. Stroke that gorgeous cock,” he murmured.
“Fuck, you’re both teases,” Ben rasped out, a crinkle of a laugh around his eyes as his head tipped back and he made a helpless little noise. Then the idea exploded in his head. “You want me off so bad, why don’t you both get over here and get me off, eh?”
Claire gave Jesse’s cock a light squeeze before pulling back and tilting her head teasingly at Ben. “I thought you wanted to watch,” she cooed back at him.
“I did,” Ben babbled. “I do. I just-- you’ve both had a go, the show’s over, now you’re just--” he squirmed in the chair, his hips bucking as he circled his hand all the way down to the base and squeezed. He licked his lips, trying to cut off his racing thoughts. “If you won’t, I’ll just--”
“You don’t take teasing well,” Claire cut him off with a crooked, but heated grin. She looked down the length of Jesse’s body, laying like he’d just finished a marathon. Another satisfied glimmer flashed in her eyes as she dipped her head and nipped at his hip, then rubbed the spot with her thumb as she climbed over him, heading toward Ben. “Your turn to watch.”
Ben had entertained the idea of the two of them taking turns sucking his cock, but Claire’s unspoken hint that she had every intention of riding him was enough to silence any sort of argument before it made it to his lips. His cock twitched with a sudden rush of need. Jesse gave a disappointed huff, but didn’t seem to mind all that much as he rolled over for a better view.
Once off the edge of the bed, Claire stood in front of Ben and his chair, then turned around as if she were about to sit in his lap--which was actually her intention. She put a leg on the outside of each of his knees and grabbed for his hands behind her, placing them on her hips and looking back over her shoulder. “S’your show now, baby.”
Ben felt a laugh bubble out of him and he leaned in to kiss her shoulder, one hand drifting away from her hip to find his cock and guide it to her.
“Fuck, I love you,” he said, a grin in his voice as he looked past her and over her shoulder at Jesse. “Both of you.” Then, with his hand back on her hip again, he thrust into her all the way to the hilt. Claire pulled a jagged breath in through open lips, her hands traveling down the line of her waist and hips to her open thighs.
“Fuck,” Jesse breathed, his hand wrapping around his cock. “Take her, Ben.”
Ben moaned at the encouragement, bringing her hips down for a harder snap until he felt her fingertips glance off his cock. Moving his left hand away from her hip he slid it inward over the smooth span of her pelvis, gently nudging her hand away as he found her clit and circled it with the pads of his fingers. She gasped and bucked a little harder against his chest in response. The crown of her head lay on the shelf of his shoulder, jarred by the way he moved her, and the way she moved against him.
“God, yes--!” she whined, snaking her hands up her trembling torso to catch her own breasts.
Jesse’s hand squeezed, wishing he was harder, that he could come with her, because she was amazing. “Make her come, Ben. She wants it so bad, she needs it.”
Ben’s fingers twisted harder as he thrust up into her, the hand on her hip tilting her back just enough so that he entered her at just the right angle. His teeth nipped at the juncture of her shoulder as he moaned. Claire’s eyes screwed shut as the flood of feverish heat made her thighs tremble and her breath shallow. After holding back so long, just that little bit of added pressure pushed her beyond the point of return. Little crescendos of her voice rode on her breaths.
“Tell me when...” She rolled each pert nipple between her thumb and the side of her hand, and gasped desperately close to Ben’s ear. He was already so close, but her words sent him into the sprint, his hand leaving her clit to pull her hips down against his as he rolled his hips into hers, moving without thrusting, the sensation just enough that he felt himself start to go over.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah, oh god, Claire--!” he cried, thrusting up into her so fast it nearly hurt as the first wave crashed into him and stole his voice. She was right behind him, toes curling in the carpet and moaning through a shallow breath.
Jesse watched with awe, need, and not a little bit of envy. His eyes traveled every line of them, taking in the clench and tension of their bodies as they came, then just as eagerly how everything eased away from them. His hand still worked, though it was a bit half-hearted. They were already done, so there wasn’t much point. He sagged back, his eyes closing.
Ben tilted Claire’s neck back, claiming her mouth and kissing her deeply. He could still taste the traces of her and Jesse, deep and salty-sweet, and the other hand that had been resting on her hip ran up the length of her body, caressing her bare stomach, her torso, her breast, settling in the valley. He could feel her racing heartbeat and smiled against her mouth. But when he looked out the side of his eye to Jesse, he found the other man half hard. Ben broke the kiss, a grin in his voice.
“Y’know,” he murmured, just loud enough to be heard. “I was sorta hopin’ you and Jesse would suck my cock. This was just as nice, though. But maybe,” he kissed Claire again lightly, his voice lifting with a hint of amusement. “Maybe we can flip it, and take turns on him instead? Whatcha think, milove?” Claire chuckled faintly through the haze of her labored breaths. Everything tingled, throbbing with spent heat enough to make her joints feel like jello, but the idea put another shot of life in them.
His cock giving a throb, Jesse went a couple more strokes as he rolled out on his back and closed his eyes. Then he set his hands behind his head, relaxed as a sunbather, his lap bare and inviting. Though he couldn’t help shooting a quick look at them from under his eyelashes.
Ben helped ease Claire carefully off of him and onto the floor, though he chuckled at Jesse’s sudden mood shift.
“How’re the three of us gonna squeeze on that bed, ya jerk?” Ben pointed out, a small laugh twisted into the words.
“That’s for you to figure out,” Jesse said, smug as a cat. “I’m just waiting to get my cock sucked.”
“Oh is that what you’re waiting for?” Claire’s smirk could cut glass, but it was purely playful. She sensed a good amount of challenge in that smugness, and attached to it automatically.
Ben knew what had to be done. Circling around to the end of the bed, he caught Jesse by the ankles and dragged him down until his feet touched the floor, grinning all the while. It wouldn’t be the best way to go, but he figured at least one of them could curl up on the bed while the other knelt.
“G’head and get comfortable, Claire,” he said gently, settling on his knees and running his palms up Jesse’s inner thighs.
Jesse took the move in stride, not even sitting up or opening his eyes, though it sent a thrill up his spine and he couldn’t help grinning wider. “That’s it, Ben,” he cajoled. “I know how eager you are to suck it.”
Claire set her knees on the edge of the bed, one at a time, until she was settled in behind his head. Her grin was sent down to Ben, then to Jesse’s unsuspecting face. Then, in one quick movement, she pinned his arms down with her knees and shot tickling fingers to his lower ribs. Ben snickered, holding down Jesse’s thighs out of self-preservation, so he wouldn’t get kneed in the nose. Jesse’s eyes snapped open and his body jerked with a laugh, but he was utterly pinned. His hips rolled in desperation, but Claire was unrelenting.
“Fuck! Claire!” he gasped between laughs. “Let go! S’no fair! Two against one!”
Once he was sure Jesse wouldn’t bean him, Ben leaned in close and took him into his mouth. Keeping his hands firmly planted on Jesse’s legs, he bobbed low and deep. At the same time, Claire lightened her assault, though it didn’t let up completely. She did, however, swallow any sound Jesse made by pressing her lips over his from her upside down angle.
Jesse moaned into her mouth, even as his stomach spasmed at her touch. His mind was even more focused a little lower, to the hot wet heat enveloping him. His hips tried to cant towards it, though he’d occasionally jerk away thanks to Claire’s steady assault.
Ben pulled up after a moment, looking up the length of Jesse’s body to where Claire had him pinned, and smirked.
“C’mon, he’s learned his lesson, c’mere ‘n help me,” Ben encouraged, tracing his tongue along the underside of Jesse’s cock. Claire nipped Jesse’s top lip before she pulled away, just because she could; the smugness she’d reacted to effectively transferred from him to her. She released his arms and curled up on her side, next to him, her hair tickling the inside of Jesse’s thigh as she settled in, shooting Ben a piece of that smug look as well.
“Saucy minx,” he murmured, pitching his voice low as he grinned at her and kissed her, searingly but short.
Still catching his breath, Jesse pushed up on his elbows and added, “Cruel woman.” He didn’t seem too bothered by it, though, his eyes already on the two of them, shining with an expectant spark.
“Is that the same thing?” she teasingly asked them both, the tip of one finger running up the length of Ben’s spine, and pressing a hot, wet kiss high on the inside of Jesse’s thigh, then another on the base of his cock. Ben mimicked her, but placed just a bit higher, his eyes on hers and his breath warm on Jesse’s cock as he spoke:
“Nah, I like it when you’re saucy.”
“Right. Me, too,” Jesse said, not entirely clear on what he was agreeing to, with his heart pounding in his ears. Seeing and feeling the two of them like that pretty much wiped everything out of his mind except need. Claire responded with a hum as she wrapped her lips around the skin below his cock, sucking in gently and kneading his thigh as Ben focused on the head, dragging his tongue along the crests and ridges.
Jesse’s head fell back, giving a gasp, but it wasn’t nearly fucking enough. “C’mon, stop teasing it,” he said, his hands twisting in the covers. “Take me already!”
“Always with the now, now, now,” Ben tutted, connecting eyes with Claire again and smiling some. “So impatient.” he circled his lips around the head of Jesse’s cock and dipped down, careful not to bump into Claire, then pulled back to give her a turn, which she took by pressing a palm down on Jesse’s abdomen as she buried him deep in her throat.
Giving a high gasp, Jesse thrust towards her. “Fuck, that’s it. That’s my girl.”
Ben ducked just a bit lower, trailing his tongue along Jesse’s sack, his hand coming up to circle his fingers beneath Claire’s lips. She bobbed rhythmically, dragging her tongue under and around the tip, her free hand trailing Ben’s shoulder to the back of his neck on the sheer need to touch him and feel him move. Ben hummed in response, lovely little chills racing through him as he followed the path of her mouth with his hand, his free one still kneading Jesse’s thigh.
Jesse watched them, unblinking, his breaths coming sharper and sharper. They worked in perfect tandem, every move catered towards him. He couldn’t hold back a shallow thrust. “Fuck, I love teamwork.”
In spite of himself, Ben laughed. “Speaking of teamwork, s’my turn.”
After a twitch of very carefully suppressed laughter, Claire pulled back and ran a fingertip under a grinning lip. “Jus’take over,” she purred, notching a brow at Ben, her palm sliding up Jesse’s chest to push him back down to the mattress. Her lips closed on his nipple, tongue dragging slowly.
Ben tisked at her, finding one of her hands before she got too far away and lacing their fingers together.
“You obviously don’t know how much this is a huge kink for any guy,” Ben pointed out, punctuating the words with long licks against Jesse’s length. “Having two mouths working you over? Top five playlist of what any guy wants. But if you’d rather just leave me to it, I’ll shut up.” He smirked at the end of his words, just for the sake of clearing up that he wasn’t at all bothered with the delegated task.
Jesse looked between them, biting his lip. “I...I’m happy either way, really.” Claire took what Jesse said and shot a satisfied look down at Ben, her brows bouncing.
“So go on,” she teased, caressing Jesse’s chest with a gentle hand with a trace of nails. Ben gave a mock put-upon sigh, pulling his hand free from Claire’s to run up the insides of Jesse’s thighs again before lowing his head once more.
Lying back, Jesse closed his eyes, hips shifting appreciatively. “You’re so fucking good at it, mate. Can’t blame me too much, eh?” Claire planted a line of slow kisses along his clavicle, the hollow of his throat, and over his pulse point.
Sucking in a breath, Jesse turned his head to the side, giving her better access. “Mm. Love your mouth. Both your mouths.”
Ben pulled back and scraped his teeth faintly over the crown of Jesse’s cock before laving it with his tongue, moving one hand away from his thigh to pump his cock.
“How’s it feel, Jess?”
“So good. So good, all of it,” he moaned. Ben chuckled, running his tongue down the length of his cock before taking him in all the way to where his hand was curled around the base. Claire ran her hand up his shoulder and the other side of his face to angle it toward her, where she kissed him, slow and deep. With a murmur of appreciation, Jesse slid his hand up into her hair. His other hand ran down her back, playing at the top of her ass before coming up and around to her breast.
Ben pulled back again, sliding two fingers of his free hand into his mouth and slicking them up thoroughly as he looked up at the two of them. He continued to jerk Jesse off, matching the pace of his canting hips. Pulling his fingers free, he rolled his tongue over the head of Jesse’s cock as his fingers drifted lower, stroking his hole. With a sharp gasp into Claire’s mouth, Jesse lifted one leg then the other, his knees hooking over Ben’s shoulders to give him better access.
Ben chuckled once more against his mouthful, pulling back and speaking against the length of Jesse’s cock, “Opening up like a needy little slut. Y’want it, don’t you?” He slowly slid one finger into him, giving it a twist as he withdrew and dove back down on his cock again.
Giving a low whimper, Jesse pulled back from Claire, panting for breath. “Yes, always. Don’t you know me by now?” he teased.
Ben looked up the length of his body, laughter in his eyes as he continued to work him over. With every sound Jesse made Ben found himself becoming more and more wound up, and after a few moments he pressed in a second finger, scissor-twisting and hooking upward into him.
Jesse bucked with a hard gasp, his hand twisting in Claire’s hair, sinking her nails in his side in turn. She chuckled tightly, watching him with a lurid fascination and whispering against his jaw.
“That’s it, Baby. Just give in...”
Meeting her eyes, he pulled her back down into a kiss, tongue thrusting eagerly into her mouth. She groaned her heated approval, moving her hand to his face, then through his hair, gripping it frantically.
Ben pulled back from where he’d been working, both hands moving in syncopated rhythm. His lips curved in a sly smile.
“Y’wanna ride him again, Claire?” he purred. Ben’s voice reached her again, and did things to her insides as velvet did to her skin. She pulled back from Jesse’s mouth, a little breathless, watching his eyes for a moment of hazy lust before the look turned back to Ben.
“Only if you’re behind me,” she breathed. Heat expanded through every part of him and Ben’s breath caught. He’d had every intention of taking Jesse while Claire rode him, but Claire had stolen the thought out of his head and made it hers. And, like always, he would never deny Claire what she wanted.
“Jess, where’s the lube?” he breathed, his hands still moving on the other man.
Breathing hard, one hand twisted in the covers, Jesse said, “My bag, inside pocket.” Then he snaked his hand over Claire, pulling her on top of him as he drove into her mouth again. Ben reluctantly pulled away, placing one last wet kiss to the crown of Jesse’s cock before moving over to where his bag was resting next to his and Claire’s. He found the little tube in moments, quickly resuming his position at the end of the bed.
“You wanna work her open, or should I?” Ben asked, his voice husky.
Pulling back, Jesse nipped at her lower lip. “You go ahead. I got this end.”
Ben laughed lightly, ducking his head down to nip lightly along the side of Jesse’s cock. “God, I’m stuck with all the work.” But he didn’t care. Rather than risk not paying the proper amount of attention to Claire’s reactions, he gave up trying to work them both, one hand smoothing down the length of Claire’s back. “Come down a bit more, babe, I can’t reach that far.”
Abandoning her retaliatory bite to Jesse’s jaw, Claire half-grinned down at him, shifting her weight to her hands. Curling her fingers into the sheets, she pushed with a deep bow in her spine, sliding both knees down the length of Jesse’s sides to his hips; haunches raised, and slow, hot kisses trailing down Jesse’s chest. Running his hands through her hair, Jesse’s grin verged on smug again.
In spite of everything, Ben felt nervousness licking its way through his brain. He didn’t want to hurt her; it scared the hell out of him. Granted, he knew Claire’s threshold was high, and it wasn’t like they hadn’t been stabbed, shot, bitten, and broken between the three of them, but that didn’t change how he felt. He bit back the urge to ask her to turn, so that he could kiss her preemptively, and instead popped open the lubricant and carefully coated his fingers. Putting the tube down on the bed, he continued to stroke her back with his free hand as he slowly pressed one finger into her.
Just the ghost of sensation left in the wake of his fingers was enough to tighten her breath, and it shuddered across Jesse’s skin when Ben pushed forward. Claire closed her eyes and felt herself start to melt.
“Thatta girl,” Jesse murmured, stroking her back. Watching her face, knowing exactly what Ben was doing, and how good it felt, sent a wave of heat through him. He wanted Claire on him, riding him, but bit it back, settling on observing for now.
Ben bit his lip as he moved, watching her reactions intensely and waiting until she started to respond before he started with another, bending down to press a kiss just above the dimple of her ass. The fact that she barely winced surprised him a little.
“You dirty girl,” he chuckled. “You’ve done this before.”
“Maybe,” she rasped, a little bit of her voice made the whisper deep and needy. Her lips parted for breath and a low moan, as she pushed back slowly toward him.
“Doesn’t surprise me,” Jesse said, flicking a finger over her nipple. “Dirty girl likes it rough.”
Ben leaned over her as he scissored his fingers in deep, speaking into her ear and smiling at Jesse.
“You’re gonna love it so much, Claire,” he murmured. “Jesse and I’ve been waitin’ for the go-ahead from you for weeks. I’m just jealous I don’t get to watch your face as you fall apart.”
Claire tucked her head back and sucked in a breath, then let it out in a gritty sound of pleasure, shaped into the words: “Oh, you’ll feel it...” Already, her thighs trembled just beneath the skin, stirred by the same heat that slowly coiled low in her belly.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” Jesse breathed, his hips shifting up towards her. Forget waiting. “C’mon, Claire, I want you to take me.”
“You ready for us, baby?” Ben said into her ear, nipping on the shell. She nodded and moaned a heady, “Yes,” leaning back into Ben and turning her hips down to align with Jesse.
Jesse groaned, curling his toes to keep from thrusting as he felt the wet heat of her, so close. “Fuck me, Claire, c’mon.” The grin she sent down at him reflected his earlier smugness, but with the sharp flare of what Ben was doing to her as well. Her grip in the sheets tightened and her thighs flexed. As soon as Ben pulled his fingers free of her, she sank down on Jesse. Claire held her breath, bearing down on both of them as her knees slid another smooth few inches apart, pulling a relieved groan from Jesse.
Ben wetted his lips at the sight; being so close and seeing every glorious inch of Jesse’s cock disappearing into her and hearing them both respond sent shivers of anticipation through him. Picking up the tube of lubricant once again, he applied some liberally to his palm, pumping his cock in time with Jesse’s first thrust and moaning openly.
His hands going to her hips on autopilot, Jesse thrust again. “Just can’t get enough of me, eh, Claire?” he said, though the breathiness of his voice held back some of the haughtiness. Ben laughed lightly behind them, inching close and sliding one hand up to rest between Claire’s shoulder blades.
“Don’t even start, you smug bastard,” Ben retorted. He lead himself in, biting his lower lip as a reminder to keep from holding his breath as he carefully eased past the first ring of dense muscle. His eyes screwed shut as the first rush of bliss hit him. Claire’s held breath released in staggered bits, her lips gaped, brushing Jesse’s chin. She held still, concentrating every fiber and every thought on the near over-whelming sensation--of the slow slide and fullness that threatened to steal her breath.
His thrusts going shallow but steady, Jesse kissed across her cheek and down her jaw, his hands rubbing lightly along her back. “That’s a girl. So sexy. Feels so good,” he said, his tone quiet, almost soothing.
Ben focused on his breathing, trying not to hyperventilate as he slowly pressed in. Midway through he felt it, the neighboring thrust of Jesse’s cock, and the sensation alone nearly undid him. His hands covered Jesse’s on Claire’s hips, gripping tightly as he gasped, trying not to thrust straight in to the hilt.
“Oh fuck, I can feel you,” he whimpered. “Jesus Christ, it’s--”
Claire felt her every muscle flutter, vibrating a hard and constant throb through her whole body, and a large part of it was anticipation warring with an all encompassing desire. Her eyes were still shut as one hand white-knuckled in the sheet, supporting a lot of her weight as the other reached back behind her thigh to grip Ben’s hip, and pulled him into her, timed with a sharp, ruddy cry of need in Jesse’s chest.
Ben followed her cue, his hands moving from her hips to her shoulders as he thrust in deep. All the air exploded out of his lungs with a low, helpless noise. If it were possible, somehow this time it was a hundred times better. His hands moved once again, this time around her front to hold her at the shoulders as he joined in timing his thrusts with Jesse’s.
The pleasure surging through him, Jesse’s eyes were rapt on the two of them, every contort of their faces. His own thrusts quickened, Claire still so tight and hot and - fuck yes - he could feel Ben right there. His head tilted back, eyes closing, trying to think of anything else to keep him there, but the feel of them was too much.
“Fuck! I can’t-- yes! I’m--I’m gonna--”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Ben gasped, one hand pulling away from Claire’s shoulder to go back to Jesse’s hand on her hip again. He gripped it tightly. “You hold still and wait. It’s gonna be all of us this time. If I hafta pull her off’a you, I will.”
Jesse’s cry strangled right in his throat, forcing his hips still. His toes dug deep into the carpet and he took long, deep breaths, but he managed to hold back. “Fuck, the things I do for you, mate.”
Claire opened her eyes, though they were hooded and glassy-sharp, each breath contained a gritty or hot bit of her voice. Seeing Jesse tense and straining twisted something deep and primal inside her, and she clenched tight in another moan. Her palm flattened on his chest, tickled by her hair as it twitched with the way she was being moved, scraped just right from within. She was beyond the capability for words, the only tangible thought in her head stuck on a frantic loop, screaming yes, yes, YES.
Ben slid his hand away from Jesse’s, sliding it between his and Claire’s bodies as he sought out her clit. He rubbed it in tight, frantic circles, turning to speak directly in her ear as he rocked his hips in fractured thrusts against her.
“How’s it feel, having two hard cocks buried inside you, Claire?” he growled, knowing she was riding the wave, unable to come out of the blissful, euporhic high. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Fucking into you, filling you up... you’re so fucking perfect, so tight, so wet, not even Jess can hold out.” Claire’s eyes screwed shut again, Ben’s words like molten gold in her veins, adding an undeniable heat to the tension building at the base of her spine and between her legs. “We’re waiting on you, baby. You gonna come for us, hmm?” Her breathing steadily climbed, shallowing and pitched by helpless whimpers. Ben lead her on, staying in deep and rocking them forward as one against Jesse’s cock. “Clench tight like a little fucking vice and drag us with you? We wanna feel you come, baby, c’mon, don’t hold back--”
In the next instant, when Claire finally fell apart, she bowed her back to the sound of her sudden loud and desperate cry after cry. Galaxies of pleasure exploded behind her tightly clenched eyes as she gripped at Jesse’s chest and slapped her hand over Ben’s on her hip. She didn’t even feel the bite of her own nails in the meat of her hip, riding the tsunami in her own body. Ben pulled his hand away from her clit, moving it to cover her hips and holding her steady as he fucked into her, hard and fast. His head tipping back as the combined force of her clenching hole and the deep press of Jesse’s cock through her walls hit him, shoving him over the edge with a guttural shout. Jesse matched it as the anxious need in him erupted with the first clench. His hands closed over Ben’s, digging hard as he thrust erratically up into Claire, until the wave settled into a warm contentment.
Claire all but collapsed, seeing splashes of color behind her still closed eyelids, breathing hard and spent with her cheek on Jesse’s chest. After the strength of those last body shocks, every muscle felt like cooked pasta. She was even dizzy, and wondered if the room would start to spin if she tried to open her eyes. Ben pulled free, his legs a little shaky as he crouched, then stretched out on the floor next to the bed.
“Goddamn...” he exhaled, throwing an arm over his eyes.
Wrapping one arm around Claire and breathing a deep breath, Jesse dangled the other other the side of the bed, reaching blindly for Ben. There was a small laugh from the floor as he caught it and threaded their fingers together.
“I’m gonna...sleep for...a few days.” Claire’s weak whisper was almost lost in her breath. She hadn’t moved, and likely wouldn’t until someone did the moving for her. She was perfectly fine with falling asleep where she was.
“Mm, sounds good,” Jesse murmured, not bothering to move either. His feet on the floor wasn’t the ideal position, but right then, he could sleep just about any place.
Ben took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, waiting until his heartbeat had finally slowed before giving Jesse’s hand a squeeze and letting it go. There was still work on the car to be done, and other chores to do. Plus, Izzy would wonder where the three of them were, and he still wasn’t sure he wanted to have that talk with her just yet. Getting to his knees and pushing up to his full height, Ben paused long enough to pet Claire’s hair and brush a kiss to Jesse’s forehead before he started putting his clothes back on.