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Keeley hid her grin behind her cards. Next to her, Roy threw his cards on the table and jumped to his feet, looming over Jamie. He was down to only his tight black boxer briefs, and she leaned back slightly in her chair to get a better view of his chest and abs. God, those furry abs. She wanted to lick them, and drag her teeth down them. She had, in fact, done both just last night.
“This is fuckin’ bullshit.” That little vein in Roy’s forehead was popping out. Keeley wanted to lick that, too.
“What is bullshit?” Jamie frowned up at him. He was topless, but he still had his underwear and pants on. And his bright yellow socks. His cards were face up on the table, revealing a full house.
“This fucking farce of a game,” Roy growled. “You. Because you’re a fucking cheater.”
Keeley sighed, letting her cards drop to the table. She didn’t know what Roy had, but obviously it wasn’t enough to beat Jamie’s full house. And probably not her two pair. She took a long sip of wine, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs. She saw both Roy and Jamie glance her way, and she smiled seductively behind her glass, knowing she made quite the picture in her black bra and panties—she’d worn them just for their date tonight. Maybe she could make them forget about the game—
“I’m not cheating,” Jamie said, turning to glare at Roy, who glared right back. “You’re just shite at poker!”
Keeley sighed. These were not the types of explosions she was hoping for when she’d suggested strip poker.
“I am not shite at poker, you cheating twat.”
Jamie’s eyes widened, and he stood up, so abruptly his chair fell to the floor behind him. Keeley didn’t think it was possible, but Roy glared even harder at Jamie, daring him to say more.
Keeley set aside her glass, exhaling a deep breath as she sat up straighter in her chair. Time to step in. “Okay, let’s not ruin a perfectly nice—”
“I am not a cheater,” Jamie exploded.
“Then explain how you’ve won every hand?” Roy yelled, gesturing wildly with his hands. Keeley pinched the bridge of her nose.
“Well, it’s quite simple,” Jamie started, his voice snippy. Keeley glanced up at him, and she saw anger in his face, but something else, and her gaze dropped to his waist—yep. A nice bulge forming. She could still make something of this evening after all.
“You see, I bet when my cards are better than yours. It’s not really rocket science. And I haven’t won every hand,” he added, gesturing to Keeley. “Keeley won one.”
Roy rolled his eyes. Keeley had lost one hand, and her dress, because she’d only worn her dress and underwear, fully intending to not be playing poker for very long. She was sure that once she was naked, there would be much more interesting things spread over the table than cards. But it was so much fun to see Roy lose his clothes. Add to it the fact that he wasn’t as good a bluffer as he seemed to think he was, and Keeley couldn’t help but actually play a few hands more than she had planned.
“You always have better cards!” Roy smacked his hand down on the table over his cards, making it shake. “Because you’re cheating!”
“Okay!” Keeley stood up, and all eyes turned to her. “First of all, no one is cheating. Second of all, if you scratch this table I will murder you.” She had it imported from Jonathan Alder, and it was her favorite. It was also the perfect height for sex, and swayed just enough to make things interesting.
“Where do you even think I’m hiding the cards?” Jamie spread his arms wide, showing off his naked, muscular chest.
“Up your bum!” Roy huffed. “I don’t know, I just know you’re cheating. Using mirrors or something to see my hand.” He waved his arms behind him, looking off to the side and around. Keeley raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t even know how that would work,” Jamie said, crossing his arms, which made his biceps bulge. “It’s not hard to tell when you have good cards. Your left eyebrow goes up at the same time as the right corner of your mouth.”
Keeley wanted to giggle at the shocked look on Roy’s face, but then it quickly morphed back into rage, and she swallowed it down.
“What?” His fists were clenched, and Keeley stepped over to him, running a soothing hand down his arm. His fists relaxed, but he continued to glare at Jamie.
“He has a point, love. And when you have a bad hand, you get extra-scowly.”
Roy turned to her then, his mouth falling open. “It’s impossible for me to get extra-scowly!”
“You’re doing it right now,” Jamie said, shrugging.
Roy looked between the two of them, and the cards on the table. “Fuck!”
Keeley kept smoothing her palm up and down his arm, glancing over at Jamie, who was watching them with a smug smile on his face.
“You owe us an apology,” Keeley said, giving Roy her ‘this-means-business’ face.
“And your boxers,” Jamie added, full on grinning now.
“Fucking hell!” Roy stepped away, one hand running through his hair. “I am not going to be the first fucking one naked in strip poker against Jamie fucking Tartt!”
Keeley closed the distance between them, this time nestling up against his side, placing her hand on his chest. All it took was one glance to see that yes, Roy was livid, but he was also very, very turned on. She waited until he turned to look at her and she leaned her chin against his shoulder, batting her eyes up at him.
“I think you are,” she said cheekily. “It’s the rules.” She let her hand fall down to the waistband of his boxers, her thumb sliding under the waistband.
“Fuck the rules!” Roy said, but the heat was starting to go out of it. At least the angry heat was.
“Look,” Jamie said placatingly, walking around the table and stopping in front of them. “If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll get naked first.” He grasped his waistband, and Roy’s hand shot out, grabbing Jamie’s wrist to stop him.
“Oh, no you don’t—”
“Shut it, Roy.” Keeley yanked on Roy’s arm, and his hand fell to his side with a sigh. “Jamie, go ahead.”
Still smiling, Jamie pushed down his track pants and underwear in one go, revealing his hard cock bobbing between his legs. He was all long, lean muscle, and Keeley rubbed her thighs together as she imagined that cock stroking inside her. Roy let out a sharp exhale, and she squeezed his arm.
They just looked at him for a minute, and then Roy cleared his throat. “You left your socks on.” Jamie rolled his eyes and quickly took them off.
“Do you feel better now?” Jamie asked, giving his cock an absent tug.
“No,” Roy said, voice gruff. “I’m still pissed. And now I’m horny, too.” He reached down, adjusting his dick in his boxers, and Keeley elbowed him in the ribs.
“You were horny before. And you still need to apologize,” she reminded him. “And—” she dipped one finger in Roy’s waistband, letting it snap back to his hips— “lose your underwear.”
Roy rolled his eyes and let out a soft growl. “I’m not—” He looked down at Keeley, who turned her glare on him. “Fine.” He looked between Keeley’s breasts and Jamie’s cock— “I’m sorry.”
“Aw, thanks sweetie.” Keeley pushed up on her toes and kissed his cheek. “But I think that since you were so mean to Jamie,” she said as she crossed over to Jamie, presenting her back to him and nodding to him over her shoulder, “he should get to call the shots tonight.” Jamie picked up his cue perfectly, and immediately unhooked her bra. She gave Roy a bright smile as she let her bra fall down her arms to the floor.
“Okay,” Roy said, licking his lips as he stared at her naked breasts. He always got so agreeable when she was naked, it was one of her favorite things about him. Behind her, she felt Jamie’s hands slide down to her hips, then he suddenly paused.
“What?” he breathed. “All night?” He sounded confused, and Keeley turned to him. Usually she and Roy took charge, something Jamie loved—just as Keeley had suspected he might. It had surprised the hell out of Roy, though, but not as much as it had when Roy realized how much he liked it when Jamie not only did everything Roy told him to, but went out of his mind for it.
“Sure, if you want,” Keeley said, leaning forward to kiss him. She put her hands over his, moving to hook their fingers in the waistband of her thong, and Jamie took the hint, pushing it down her thighs so it fell at her feet. “You can always let one of us take over if you want, too.”
Jamie kissed her again, slipping his tongue in her mouth. When he pulled away, he focused on Roy, who had come to stand behind her, one hand on Keeley’s shoulder, the other covering hers and Jamie’s on her hip. Jamie’s cock pressed against her stomach, and Roy’s against her back.
“Okay,” Jamie whispered, squeezing his hand beneath theirs.
“Fine,” Roy said, still sounded irritated, but much less so. Jamie looked back and forth between them for a moment until Roy sighed.
“Well? You gonna stand there all night or tell us what the fuck you want?”
Jamie’s eyes widened, and Keeley could see him stalling out, too many options flashing through his brain.
“Pick something we can do on the table,” she said, jerking her head towards it. “Just remember Roy’s bad knee.” She tilted her head back and up to smile at Roy, and was pleased to see him smiling back at her. She reached a hand up and put it on the back of his neck, guiding him down into a kiss. It started off soft, but quickly moved to deep and dirty, putting on a show just the way Jamie liked, and Roy’s hand splayed on her stomach, starting to inch downwards—
“Oh!” Jamie exclaimed, and they pulled out of the kiss to look at him. “I know!” he said excitedly. “Keeley—” He gently grasped her hips, and then picked her up and plopped her down on the table, on top of the cards and all. She smiled, spreading her legs and drawing him between them.
Jamie turned back to Roy. “I want to eat her out while you eat me out. And then I can fuck her while you fuck me.”
Keeley wiggled on the table, reaching a hand around to squeeze Jamie’s ass. “I love that idea!” She looked pointedly at Roy, who had one hand loosely wrapped around his cock, his eyes roaming over her and Jamie. When he met her gaze, he sighed, still scowling.
“Fine. You don’t come until I get my dick in you. Got that?” Roy asked Jamie, stepping closer, placing his hands on Keeley’s outspread knees. The movement pushed Jamie closer to her, his cock hitting the inside of her thighs, and from the shudder that went through Jamie’s body, she had a pretty good idea what Roy’s dick was pushing up against behind Jamie.
“I know,” Jamie said indignantly, though the breathlessness in his voice lessened the impact. Roy smirked at him, and then slid his hand up Keeley’s thigh and over to wrap around Jamie’s cock. Jamie gasped, and Roy’s gaze shifted over to Keeley. The heat in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine, and she leaned forward, kissing Jamie while keeping her eyes on Roy.
Jamie’s kiss was wet and sloppy, and his hands roamed over her back and chest. He lightly pinched a nipple just as Roy’s hand brushed between her legs, over her clit. She gasped, eyes closing, and she heard a hum of approval from Roy as he caressed her, getting his fingers covered in her wetness and then smoothing it over Jamie’s cock. By the time he pulled away, she and Jamie were panting into each other’s mouths.
“Well then,” Roy said, stepping back to grab a towel from the couch. He tossed it on the floor slightly behind Jamie, and then gave him a significant look. “Let’s not keep the lady waiting.” He smacked Jamie on the ass, and then stood behind him, yanking his hips back and kicking at his ankles, forcing Jamie to spread them wider.
A look of surprise fell over Jamie’s face, quickly replaced by anticipation, and he pushed in to give Keeley another kiss. Then he guided her down to lay on the table, kissing his way down her chest, hands gently resting on her hips as she shifted herself towards the edge.
Keeley had never lacked for a good sex life. But since the three of them had started this thing together, she was learning new things about her body near daily. At first it seemed like some sort of a contest between them, who could get her off more, but Keeley had nipped that in the bud immediately—she wasn’t some prize to be won, and neither were her orgasms. But then they’d joined forces, working together to wring as much pleasure out of her as possible. That was much more her speed.
When Jamie’s mouth pressed against her, his tongue sliding over her clit as his hands moved over her skin, she let out a curse as desire spread through her body. She felt Jamie’s grin against her cunt, and she reached down, shoving her hand into his hair and tugging sharply. He moaned then, spreading her open and thrusting his tongue inside.
She could remember when Jamie would rush the foreplay, always wanting to get to the main event. But after a few months of him and her and Roy, of figuring out how what worked for each of them could work for all of them—and Roy’s tutelage on how Jamie’s mouth was good for more than just talking back—he loved taking his time, making both of them squirm.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” she murmured, tugging on Jamie’s hair as he fucked her with his tongue, his thumb swirling over her clit. “Just like that baby, keep going.”
Which was when Jamie pulled away, groaning, the hand he had on her hip spasming. “Oh, fuck,” he said, gasping, and Keeley pushed up on one elbow to look down at him.
“That’s the opposite of what I wanted,” she said, and Jamie blinked up at her, his eyes dark, chin shiny from her. “What’s the problem?”
“Nothing,” Jamie said, his voice going high-pitched. His eyes squeezed shut as he let out a muffled groan, pressing his face between her legs, clumsily pressing his mouth against her again.
“Looks like someone is having trouble keeping his concentration,” Roy said from behind Jamie. Keeley couldn’t see him, and she smiled as Jamie groaned against her, the vibrations sending tingles dancing up her spine.
“I’m good,” Jamie said, his voice muffled, and Keeley’s head fell back to the table as he started licking at her in earnest, a finger moving to slide inside her as he sucked at her clit.
“Good,” Roy said, and from how Jamie moaned against her again, she imagined Roy’s fingers were getting in on the action as well. “Because you don’t get to come until I fuck you,” Roy continued, and now Jamie was moving rhythmically against Keeley. She imagined him pushing himself back against Roy, his fingers fucking Jamie as Jamie’s fingers fucked her, and a shockwave of pure heat and lust washed over her.
“And I won’t fuck you until she comes,” Roy said. Keeley imagined his smirk, and then Jamie pushed two fingers into her, dragging his tongue over her clit, just the way she liked it.
It didn’t take her long to come after that, even with Roy trying his best to take Jamie’s focus off the task at hand—or mouth. She could hear Jamie lapping at her cunt, but she could also hear Roy licking into Jamie, the filthy slurps and moans from all three of them filling the room. She fell apart under Jamie’s tongue and hands, but also Roy’s as well, a few cards flying off the table as she flung one hand out beside her.
“Damn,” she breathed. “That was great, babe.”
Jamie’s face was pressed against her stomach, his shoulders trembling. “You okay?” Keeley asked, pushing up on her elbows to peer down at him.
Jamie nodded, exhaling a shaky breath as Roy appeared from behind him, kissing his way up Jamie’s spine. “Oh, he’s just fine, love.” Roy leaned over Jamie, pressing his chest into Jamie’s back. He moved his hand into Jamie’s hair, fisting it and pulling Jamie’s head up, angling his head so he could see Jamie’s face. Jamie let out a small noise, his eyes blown dark, gaze unfocused. “Just getting what he asked for.”
Roy leaned in and kissed Jamie, his hand moving to grip the back of Jamie’s neck. Jamie moaned, keeping one hand on Keeley’s thigh as he turned into the kiss as much as he could.
“God,” Roy said as he pulled away, pressing one thumb against Jamie’s lower lip. “You taste good. Fucking amazing.” He kissed Jamie again, deep and dirty, his eyes staying open and looking straight at Keeley.
“Ready?” Roy asks when he pulls away, and Jamie nods, letting Roy maneuver him so he’s back in front of Keeley, between her legs. Keeley’s more than ready for what’s coming next, and she hooks her legs around Jamie’s hips, pulling him close.
“How should we—?” Jamie glances between Keeley and Roy, a tremor wracking his body as his cock brushes over Keeley, parting her and sliding through the wetness.
Keeley hummed, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Get inside me,” she said, glancing at Roy, “and then Roy will take care of the rest. He’ll set the pace.”
“You want a pillow?” Roy asked, knowing without even asking that Keeley wouldn’t want to move to the bedroom. They probably should, this would be a lot easier on a bed, but the table had a nice, smooth finish, and there was something about being fucked on top of it that drove her a little crazy. Plus, she paid a lot to get it here, and dammit she was going to get her money’s worth.
Keeley smiled and shook her head no, and Roy winked at her, crowding Jamie as Keeley arched up and leaned forward to kiss Roy over Jamie’s shoulder. Jamie’s hands started moving over her back and breasts, licking over her neck as she slid slightly forward on the table.
Then she was laying back against the table again, the wood cool against her skin. Roy and Jamie were murmuring above her, and she was watching them, her fingers lazily tugging at her nipples when Jamie turned to fully face her, widening his stance slightly. His cock was hard and flushed, and he gripped it at the base, dragging the head over her clit and through her slick folds.
“Ready, babe?” he asked, supporting himself on his other hand as he leaned in for a quick kiss.
“Oh, yeah,” she said, her pulse picking up again as Jamie teased around her entrance. She spread her legs further, and felt Roy’s touch on her ankles and knees, caressing over the skin there. Then Jamie pushed inside, his thick cock sending sparks of pleasure through her body. They both moaned, and Keeley reached up, dragging Jamie in for another kiss. She flailed out with her free hand, and Roy caught it, slotting their fingers together and squeezing lightly.
Jamie stroked inside her a few times, and Keeley heard Roy ask, his voice low and gruff, “How’s she feel?”
Jamie pulled away, still thrusting inside her. “So fuckin’ good,” he said, looking down at her, cupping her breast and pinching a nipple. He turned back to Roy, who had his head on Jamie’s shoulder, staring down, watching as Jamie’s cock disappeared inside her. “You hitching a ride on this train or what? You want to, I can—” Jamie hitched his hips back, pulling out of Keeley and rubbing against Roy before thrusting back inside her, “—feel it.”
Roy let out a groan that was almost a growl, grabbing Jamie’s chin so he could give him a hard kiss. Then he pulled back, and she heard the snap of a bottle of lube opening. Jamie’s fingers on her spasmed, his breath hitching in an almost Pavlonian response to the sound, and Keeley smiled up at him, bending her legs at the knee to give Roy the room he needed. Thank God for yoga, she thought as she squirmed against Jamie, enjoying the heat it sent spiraling through her body.
She couldn’t see what Roy was doing, but she could feel how Jamie’s body trembled, and enjoyed watching how pleasure played over his face when Roy pushed inside him. She wiggled a little, enjoying the feel of his cock buried deep, and Jamie gasped, his hand moving to grip her hip. Roy was standing behind him, his hand coming to wrap around Jamie’s chest, the other reaching to touch Keeley’s leg.
“Oh God,” Jamie said, “This feels—” He thrust slightly, pulling an inch out of Keely and then shoving back inside her. “So good, so fucking—” He moved again, and Roy’s mouth fell open, his fingers digging into Jamie’s chest.
“Come on,” Roy said, “stop dicking around and move with me.” His hips moved, and Jamie moved with him, pulling a few inches out of Keeley. Then Roy pushed forward, and so did Jamie, sliding fully back inside her. Sex with Jamie and Roy always felt good, but doing it like this, knowing that both of them were pushing into her—it felt decadent in a way she’d never experienced before, sending pleasure rippling over her skin like sparks over a bare wire.
“Oh, fuck,” Jamie said, leaning over Keeley, letting his body move with Roy, “Babe, this feels—it’s—god I love you both.” He kissed her again, wet and clumsy, and Keeley kissed him back, extending one leg so it rested on Roy’s shoulder. Roy kissed her ankle, keeping his gaze on them as Jamie pulled away, pushing up on one hand, the other moving between Keeley’s legs.
It was far smoother than Keeley had anticipated, the languid push and pull between Roy and Jamie that naturally engulfed her. They lost the rhythm sometimes, with Jamie slipping out of Keeley or pushing the table forward a few inches, but Roy was always there to right them, to guide Jamie to hold onto the table or make sure Keeley was comfortable. And he always kept one hand somewhere on Keeley’s body as he whispered into Jamie’s ear, telling him how good he was for them, and how much they wanted him.
It wasn’t long before Jamie was so far gone he was begging to come, his knuckles white where they were wrapped around the edge of the table. Keeley was working her clit with Jamie bowed over her, panting into her chest.
“Please, I can’t hold on, I’m gonna come, I—”
“Not until I say,” Roy said, his hips snapping faster, pushing Jamie harder into Keeley. She loved it when they were gentle with her, but when they were like this, so deep in their lust and need that they got a little rough, she loved that too, and she wished she had longer legs so she could hook one around them both, pull them into her just as they pushed into her.
“Oh, god,” Keeley said as the pressure built inside her, she was so close, and then Jamie cupped her breast, thumbing over her nipple as Roy squeezed her calf and the pressure inside her crested. Intense pleasure exploded throughout her body, soaking her muscles with euphoria.
Her orgasm was still working its way through her body when she noticed Roy and Jamie had stopped moving, were staring down at her with jaws slack, and she cried out, “Keep going, fuck, don’t stop!”
Roy immediately started moving again, faster and harder, and every thrust of Jamie’s hard cock inside of her sent a roll of sensation jouncing up her body.
“Please,” Jamie begged, and Roy pulled Jamie more upright so he could press his mouth to Jamie’s ear. Jamie’s face contorted in pleasure so intense it looked painful, and then Roy rasped, “Come for me,” and Jamie’s entire body shuddered.
Jamie and Roy were gorgeous men, but when they were like this—sweaty and wrecked, looking right at her as they fell apart, they were the most beautiful things she’d ever seen.
Jamie collapsed on top of her, bent over the table, softening cock slipping out of her with the movement. Roy leaned over him, one hand comforting on Jamie’s back, the other supporting himself on the table. He was breathing heavily, eyes fluttering as he gazed at her.
“You okay?” He asked, voice ragged like he’d run a marathon. Keeley bumped him with her foot, and he grabbed her ankle, sliding his palm up her calf.
“Fantastic.” She grinned at him, and then patted Jamie on the back. “Up, love. We need to clean up.”
Jamie grunted, slowly pushing up, gripping her arm to help her up as he did so. Keeley kissed him and Roy before hopping off the table.
Later, after cleaning up each other and the table, they were tucked in bed, with Roy on his back and Keeley and Jamie on each side next to him. Jamie had a smug smile on his face.
“What’s that smile about?” Roy asked, carding his hand through Jamie’s hair. His other arm was wrapped around Keeley, holding her close.
“Just about how I beat you at poker. First one naked’s the first loser, you know.”
Roy tensed, and Keeley sighed. Jamie kept on smiling.