summary: confident city girl catches everyone’s attention including the hottest guy’s from each side of the island. What starts as a random invite to a party quickly turns into a tug-of-war for your attention. It’s clear that this ‘trio’ is about to get real messy.
warnings: MDNI 18+ , JJ Maybank x newgirl!reader x Rafe Cameron, smut , oral sex (both f and m receiving) , cum tasting (???) , p in v , teasing , unprotected sex (stay safe!!) , slight spanking.
a/n: hey!! In the middle of writing casual 2 and a new chapter of come back I’m cooking, I came up w this. Let me know your thoughts , would you want a part 2?? Likes make me giggly and Re-blogs earn you a kiss on the mouth.
You stood behind the counter, your hands folding a pair of blue board shorts on autopilot while a loose strand of hair kept falling into your face. You tucked it behind your ear for the third time and blinked, already feeling the familiar ache of exhaustion creeping in. Three hours into your shift and this was only the morning half of your double shift day. The thought of the island club waiting for you tonight didn’t help , at all.
The shop around you buzzed quietly. Teenagers were clustered near the racks, their laughter bubbling up as they debated the best waves to catch today, while others were trash talking the tourists. Or better yet, “tourons,” as the locals liked to call them.
The bell above the door jingled, and….
He was one of the best surfers in the OBX , at least in the Cut , and even that felt like an understatement when you saw him out on the water, carving through waves like he was born for it.
He showed up every other day, sometimes just to hang out on the porch and talk trash with the locals, sometimes to swap boards and cause trouble , sometimes just because there was nowhere else he needed to be.
You don’t even flinch when his half-empty water bottle landed on the counter with a dramatic thunk.
“You’re getting tan, city girl” he points out ,
“Your tan’s the goal. You’re basically a walking SPF ad.” you roll your eyes, but the corners of your mouth twitch as well.
“You want something?” you ask, pretending to go back to organizing the surf shorts.
He shrugs. “Thought I’d come annoy you for a minute. Maybe convince you to take a break and come watch the waves with me. Grab some ice cream , maybe”
You give him a look. The kind that said don’t play. “Yeah, well, I still have another six hours here , and then I’m heading straight to the Island Club for another six hour shift.”
He scoffs, sassy , “The island club, seriously?”
“What? Too classy for you?” You smile , nodding at his direction.
He makes a face like he just tasted something sour. “It’s not classy, it’s just full of-” He pauses, twirling his finger in the air like the word would appear. “Full of preppy guys with polos , button-downs and guys like Topper who’ve taken more L’s than their boat’s take gas”
You snort nodding “You’re not wrong on that.”
“So let me get this straight. You're gonna spend all day in here folding board shorts and selling board wax , then go spend all night pouring overpriced drinks for Kooks who’d run over a sea turtle just for the fun of it?”
“Yup,” you say, popping the p. “And then I’m gonna do it all again tomorrow, and the day after that”
He let out a low whistle , clearly sarcastic “Living the dream , city girl.”
You mock-bow. “Thank you for your support, Sherlock”
“Well,” he says, drawing the word out as he stretches his arms over his head, “don’t work too hard. Would be a shame if you showed up to the party this weekend looking like you got hit by a truck full of surf wax and spilled mojitos.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Did you just subtly ask if I’m going?”
“What? No. I was just… making an observation. A very general, completely hypothetical observation.” He chuckles , scratching the crook of his neck.
“Right,” you stretch out the word holding back a giggle “okay , then. I’ll take it easy.”
JJ smiles, biting the inside of his cheek, but his eyes flickered toward the door, like he didn’t actually want to leave just yet. “So… you coming?”
You shrug,“If I survive the next few shifts without collapsing. And if I feel like dealing with drunk Kooks and backyard beer pong, then maybe”
“There’ll be fireworks,” he says. “And maybe , i’ll make sure I steal a keg stand with your name on it.”
You laugh, for real this time, the kind that sneaks up on you when you’re trying to act unbothered. “Oh, a keg stand with my name on it? Trying to impress me?”
“Is it working?” He asks , smiling like a little kid , readjusting his backwards cup a few times.
It is working. And that’s the problem.
You tilt your head, putting your armor back on. “Maybe. But don’t think a stolen keg stand’s gonna win me over that easy.”
The bell jingles again as the door swings open, and JJ gives you one last look , lifting two fingers before stepping out into the sunshine.
You watch him go, a soft smile lingering on your lips as you shake your head.
The sun was dipping below the horizon, painting the sky a soft pink as you finished up with your shift at the surf shop. Now, it was time to switch gears. Time to trade sandy boards and wax for the crisp work polo and mini skirt of the Island Club.
Sliding behind the gleaming bar, you took a steadying breath. This was your grind now, the night shift that paid better but came with a different kind of challenge. The surf shop had JJ , but the Island club had Rafe.
Speaking of the devil , for everyone else at least …
He sat on your section , like always. You had the power to soften him up , just a bit , just enough for him to not want to bite your head off.
“Hey,” he said quietly, voice lower than usual, like he was measuring how tired you really were. No smirk, just the ghost of one. “Long shift?”
You nod, tucking your notepad into your apron. “Double. Again.”
“Same drink?” you ask, already reaching for the top shelf.
“Yeah, whiskey” he replies, then hesitating he asks “You eat yet?”
That made you pause. These days it seems he’s on the top of your list of people who care enough to ask something about you. Which was strange.
“Uh..no, no time. Came here straight from the surf shop”
He doesn’t say anything, just gives a small, almost imperceptible nod, a silent ‘noted’ before his gaze drifts away for a moment, disapproving but unspoken.
You slide the whiskey glass to him and he mumbles a ‘thank you’ taking a sip , swirling the golden liquid on his tongue.
The bar buzzed around you as you kept moving between orders and customers , glasses clinking, soft laughter, music humming in the background, you couldn’t help sneaking glances his way every now and then. He watched you, but not in a way that made you uncomfortable, more like someone silently rooting for you to make it through the night without collapsing on the floor.
Once, he caught you staring, a real smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, gentle and unexpected. He shook his head like he was amused by his own soft side.
The rest of the night passed in a blur , orders, tired steps, and phony smiles that made your cheeks hurt. Somewhere along the way, Rafe disappeared, probably slipping out without a word. You found yourself watching the door for a moment longer than usual, disappointment bubbling quietly in your gut.
You slung your bag over your shoulder, stepping out into the humid Carolina night air, finally free from the polished quiet of the club and already daydreaming of the soft bed waiting for you at home. You were halfway to your bike when you heard him behind you, calling your name , a teasing ‘miss’ on the front of it.
“Rafe?” you turn clawing nervously at the strap of your bag, “thought you left”
“Without saying goodnight?” He shakes his head “I would never”
He hesitates, then pulls a brown paper bag from the backseat of his car , closing the door behind him. “Got you something. Couldn’t leave you starving.”
You blink , once again , caught off guard “You got me food?”
He shrugs, easy. “Yeah. Figured you’d want to eat before you crash. Burgers okay?”
He nods at the steps outside the country club and starts walking there , bag in hand , assuming you’ll follow , and you do.
You both settle on the cool concrete steps. He pulls out the burgers, handing you one along with a small paper carton of fries, carefully setting the bag down so the food wouldn’t touch the pavement.
Rafe takes a big bite of his burger , tossing a fry on his mouth , “You’ll come to the party this weekend , right?”
You wipe some ketchup from the corner of your mouth and shrug “What’s the deal with this party ? You’re the second person asking me today”
That makes his eyebrows lift, fry still mid-air. “You saying I’ve got competition?”
You grin around a bite “Depends. You planning on stepping up your game?”
He lets out a laugh, sitting back on his hands, swallowing his bite and titling his head “I brought you dinner, didn’t I? That’s gotta count for something, right?”
You tilt your head, tapping your chin and pretending to think it over “Hmm. You can’t just win me over with a burger”
“So I do gotta step up my game , huh?” He hums , taking another fry.
“You might” you chuckled.
The bonfire was already raging by the time you got there.
Which made complete sense. Around here, this monthly party had earned its own nickname , the three-way burrito , because it was the only place you’d ever find Kooks, Pogues, and Tourons all in one spot without someone throwing a punch, or someone’s head flying off their shoulders.
You’re not even sure who actually convinced you to show up tonight.
Was it the stolen keg stand with your name on it?The late-night burgers on the country club steps?
No idea. Probably both. Probably neither.
You’d spent all day elbow-deep in surf wax and then six more hours serving rich old men. You had no business being out here. But here you were, shoes already full of sand, stepping straight into the chaos. Already half-regretting trading your warm , soft bed for this.
You were still trying to decide if the noise, the heat from the bonfire, and the smell of smoke mixed with salty ocean air were worth it, when the familiar voice cut your attention.
“I was hoping my keg stand would lure you to come” JJ says, grinning like he’d won some private bet.
“I don’t see a personalized keg stand though” you look around , and smirk when your gaze meets his again.
He scratches the back of his neck, sheepish but cheeky. “Didn’t want to go to jail and miss you.”
You sigh, playing the drama queen. “I’ll let it slide , this time. But don’t let it happen again.” You point a finger at him, half warning, half teasing.
You were still laughing at JJ’s pouty face when you felt it , that shift. Like someone turned the volume down on everything but your pulse.
It didn’t take long to spot him.
Cause this was your life now.
JJ straightens up slightly beside you, jaw ticking just once.
“Didn’t think you’d actually come,” Rafe finally says.
“Me neither , honestly , but I couldn’t resist” you say , making sure both of them feel included.
“Good thing I brought backup,” JJ adds, gesturing vaguely toward the keg like it was some grand romantic gesture. “She’s got a VIP spot.”
Rafe’s gaze doesn’t waver “Yeah? Funny. I thought she already had one.” He says pointing vaguely at himself.
“You two fighting over VIP privileges now?” You scoff , playfully rolling your eyes.
JJ grins. “What can I say? I know a star when I see one.”
Rafe’s eyes never leave yours, “So do I.” He says like a child fighting for your attention.
You snort, biting back a smile. “Alright. If you keep this up , I might start charging appearance fees.”
JJ dramatically claws at his heart. “Worth every penny.”
Rafe, still calm and collected, takes a slow sip from his cup. “I’d pay in cash.”
The party has thinned out, the fire burning low now. You were seconds away from leaving without saying goodbye to anyone. You’d made your appearance, you’d survived the chaos, and now you wanted your soft sheeted cloud bed more than you wanted air.
You were just brushing sand off your legs when JJ appears again, drink in hand and his hair messier than before.
“Heading out?” he asks, tilting his head like a golden retriever.
You nod. “Yeah. Before I fall asleep standing up.”
JJ grins. “Cool. I’ll walk you, yeah?”
You open your mouth to respond but..
He waves a hand , dismissively “I’ll walk her”
JJ scoffs half-joking. “Oh, we’re doing this now? That’s not your call”
“Everything about her is my call” Rafe narrows his eyes.
Your hands go up like you were breaking up a fight in gym class. “Yeah, no. This is not a custody battle. I’m just trying to go home.”
JJ throws his hands up. “I’m just saying I offered first-”
“And I’m just saying she doesn’t need you hovering over her like a golden retriever.” Rafe shoots back
You pinch the bridge of your nose sighing “How about you both walk me , or maybe neither?”
Silence. One heartbeat. Then two.
JJ blinks. “I mean…yeah?”
Rafe looks at you, then at JJ, then back at you again , then grumbled “Fine.”
You give them both a look, unimpressed but secretly amused. “Cool. Great. Let’s go, bodyguards.”
The three of you fall into step, the party noise fading behind. Sand shifts beneath your feet, cool now in the late night air.
JJ was chatting, trying to keep the mood light, but you could tell he was watching you closely, like you were the most important thing in the world.
Rafe walked quietly, his eyes locked on the path ahead but occasionally darting to you, like he was guarding some secret he didn’t want you to see.
“So,” JJ said, breaking the silence, “how’s the double shift treating you? Ready to sign up for another round?” His grin was teasing, but you caught a flicker of genuine concern.
You snort. “Are you kidding? I’m counting down the minutes till I’m horizontal.”
Rafe’s voice cut in, calm but with an edge you couldn’t ignore. “You’re pushing yourself too hard. You’re not invincible.”
“You’re underestimating me” you tease “Maybe I just like having you both worrying,” you add, voice low, almost daring.
JJ grins like he’s won a secret prize. “Told you. VIP treatment all the way.”
You reach your door, keys clinking softly as you dig through your bag. The silence behind you stretches just long enough to feel awkward , and kind of funny.
You glance over your shoulder.
“Well. Since you both insisted on walking me all the way home... might as well come in for a bit.”
They blink. Like you’d just spoken in another language.
JJ’s eyebrows shoot up. “Wait, wha-”
“Shut the fuck up,” Rafe mutters, elbowing him hard in the ribs.
JJ stares at him for a beat, then just grins, shaking his head. “Fine. Cool. No commentary.”
You unlock the door and step inside like it’s no big deal , even though your pulse is tapping annoyingly at your neck and you can practically feel them both thinking way too loudly.
You glance over your shoulder again.
“You gonna come in, or what?”
They follow you in , JJ first, bouncing in like he’s been here a hundred times, even though he definitely hasn’t. His shoes squeak a little against the hardwood. Rafe lingers by the door a second longer. His shirt clung to the curve of his biceps, damp from the heat and salt air . His hand brushing the frame before he finally steps inside, eyes scanning the place like he’s trying to memorize it.
You hang your keys on the brass hook next to your door and take off your shoes. “Don’t touch anything sacred,” you say, half-joking, half-not.
JJ’s already eyeing the vintage record player in the corner. “So this is your cave of mystery, huh?”
You snort, dropping your bag by the couch. The cushions let out a soft sigh as the bag sinks in. A blanket is still draped over one armrest, rumpled from last night.
“Cave of exhaustion,” you correct. “Where I collapse and pretend tomorrow doesn’t exist.”
Rafe leans back against the wall. His arms are crossed, but his fingers twitch restlessly at the edge of his short sleeve. His blue eyes following every move you made, like he was committing each one to memory, even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud.
You raise an eyebrow. “You good?”
He nods once, slowly. “Didn’t expect to be here.”
“Neither did I,” you admit, and for a second, that hangs between you three, honest and weirdly intimate.
You swallow hard, suddenly aware of the way his quiet steadiness pulled at something inside you , like gravity you couldn’t fight. Where JJ was light and easy, Rafe was a steady rhythm you could lean on.
You grab three sodas from the fridge, press the cold tints to your arm to cool yourself down before tossing them one by one. JJ catches his like it’s a game. Rafe barely glances up and still snags his mid-air.
“And a good host” JJ noted chuckling.
You go to catch your last tint, but it slips from your fingers. Time slows for a beat before Rafe’s hand is there, steady and sure, catching it before it hits the floor. Your fingers brush , just for a second , light enough you almost think you imagined it. Still, it makes your pulse jump.
You set your soda down on the coffee table, the clink echoing softly in the quiet room. Both of them follow suit, the three of you now clustered in the small living room. You settle next to JJ on the couch, shooting a glance his way before patting the empty space next to you.
“Come on,” you say, voice casual but with a hint of challenge.
Rafe eyes the spot, then you, and finally slides in next to you, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating off him. JJ shifts just a little, grinning like he’s betting the night’s just getting started.
They both look at you, eyes wide and curious, like they’re waiting for you to drop the secret you haven’t shared yet. You watch them, shifting your gaze between JJ’s confident grin and Rafe’s steady, unreadable expression.
Rafe’s eyes flicker back to you, a flicker of nervous excitement dancing just beneath his calm exterior. For a second, he looks almost caught off guard , like he’s wondering if this is really happening.
You lean in slowly, the air between you charged and electric. His breath catches when your lips meet his, sweet and sure, like you’ve been holding back just as much as he has.
You pull back just enough to catch your breath, your pulse hammering loud in your ears. Without missing a beat, you turn toward JJ.
He catches the shift instantly, his confident grin widening as you lean in and press your lips to his , sweet and sure all over again.
JJ’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, then he’s all in, the spark between you crackling as his hand finds the small of your back, pulling you a little closer.
Rafe clears his throat, but the corners of his mouth twitch into a reluctant smile.
You bite your lip and then without missing a beat , JJ is kissing your shoulder while on the other side Rafe kisses your neck. JJ’s lips are warm and light, a featherlike touch that makes you catch your breath. Your breath catches, uneven and shallow. On the other side, Rafe’s gentle kisses trail along your neck, steady and quiet, like he’s trying to memorize the moment
You lean into the feeling, eyes practically rolling back , savoring the closeness. Your fingers drift to Rafe’s arm, warm fingertips resting there softly, while your other hand tangles JJ’s hair tensing around it and cradling his head close to your skin.
“You’re so beautiful” one of them murmurs. You don’t know which , and somehow, that makes it better. Hotter.
You don’t even answer , not with words. Instead, you let your fingers trail up Rafe’s arm, slow and deliberate, until your hand rests over his chest. You can feel his heartbeat there, quick beneath your palm. It’s a quiet giveaway. He’s always so composed, but not right now. Not with you this close.
JJ’s breath grazes your collarbone, a soft exhale that sends a shiver right through you.
His hand brushes your thigh, grounding, like he’s making sure you’re still here with him too.
You shift slightly, just enough to slide your top off, letting it fall beside the couch in a soft rustle of fabric. The air brushes against your bare shoulders, cooler than expected, goose bumps rising up your skin.
“Holy shit” JJ pants , voice low and ragged, thick with disbelief and something desperate.
You glance over at him through your lashes. His pupils are blown wide, cheeks slightly flushed, chest rising and falling a little faster than before. His fingers twitch against his pants, like he wants to touch but doesn’t know if he’s allowed yet. Like he doesn’t want to ruin it.
Rafe’s gaze is hotter, quieter. He hasn’t moved , hasn’t even blinked. But his eyes are locked on you. His tongue flicks across his bottom lip, slow, almost absentminded. His breathing is shallower now too.
You tilt your head slightly, meeting each of their eyes in turn , holding Rafe’s just a second longer, then flicking back to JJ, whose breath visibly catches.
The air between you all is thick now , not just with tension, but with need and expectation.
Then, still wordless, you stand.
They both track your every move, heads tilted upward in awe. You pause, just long enough to let their imaginations go wild, then look over your shoulder with the kind of smile that says I know exactly what I’m doing.
Rafe doesn’t wait . He bolts up from his seat and follows you.
You don’t wait for them. You turn and walk down the short hallway, bare shoulders glowing in the dim light.
Behind you, you hear the shuffle of movement, the quiet curse from JJ under his breath, and Rafe telling him to ‘shut his mouth’.
You push open the bedroom door with your fingertips and slip inside.The air is cooler here, shadows stretching long across the floor from the hallway light. But it’s the scent that catches you first , warm, dreamy, and lingering , rose and gardenia, your favorite Maria Novella perfume still hanging heavy on the sheets, even hours after you sprayed it on yourself.
Rafe freezes just inside the doorway, like he’s stepped into a dream again, his breath shallow, eyes drinking in the space and you.
Slowly, he leans in, lips brushing against yours with a tenderness that makes your pulse quicken. His kiss deepens, slow and unhurried, the warmth of him grounding and electrifying all at once, when you feel a warm breath against the skin of your shoulder.
JJ’s mouth follows, pressing soft, fleeting kisses along the tender skin, light enough to send a shiver down your spine, his hands gently palming your breasts. His breath catching and your nipples hardening to the point of pain , straining against the lace of your bra, both from the fire of his palms and the breeze coming from the ceiling fan.
Your body shifts slightly between them, caught in the delicious pull of both their attention. The room hums with quiet energy, charged and full of unspoken promises.
Rafe pulls back, breath coming in slow, measured bursts, his eyes locking with yours. For a moment, he holds your gaze, as if silently asking for permission. The air between you feels charged, heavy with anticipation and aching need.
You nod, the movement small but enough to give him the green light. His hands move deliberately to the hem of his shirt, lifting it slowly. As he pulls the fabric over his head, you can’t help but watch the way his muscles shift beneath his skin, the smoothness of his chest catching the light in the room.
Behind you, you feel JJ’s presence even closer now, his chest lightly brushing against your back. His lips find your neck, hot against your skin, sending a ripple of heat pooling in your lower abdomen. The room is filled with a quiet, electric tension. The soft sound of your breaths, the barely-there movements of hands, it all creates a rhythm, a dance of need and quiet longing.
JJ watches Rafe for a beat, then huffs a soft laugh under his breath , like he’s not about to be outdone. He peels his own shirt over his head in one smooth motion, dropping it carelessly beside the bed.
You reach down slowly, fingers finding the zipper at your hip. You don’t rush. You don’t need to , not with their eyes on you like that.
The skirt slides down with a whisper of fabric against skin, pooling at your feet. You step out of it, deliberate, almost teasing, the cool air brushing your now-bare legs and raising goosebumps along your skin.
Neither of them says anything , they don’t have to. It’s written all over their flushed faces.
You walk backwards , until the back of your knees hit the bed. You lay down and their eyes follow your hands as you slowly peel the black lace down your knees. Rafe steps closer , unable to resist he ran his hand up your thigh , raising goosebumps on the skin. You moan softly at his warm fingertips , and he grasps the lace panties lying on your knees jerking it completely off and putting them on his pocket. He looks at you in a way that makes you want to melt , right here and there , next to the pile of clothes on the floor.
The mattress sank , slightly, as JJ crawls next to you , his tongue and teeth dragging along your collarbone and up your neck , breath warm and tickling as he panted , “That okay?” Toying with the strap of your bra.
“Yes” you breathe , more like a gasp as you feel Rafe’s mouth on your legs , kissing behind your knee before draping your leg over his shoulder , his hot lips now trailing up your thigh , the ache between your legs almost unbearable , you have to try and squeeze your legs together.
“Uh uh” he disapproves , breathy , teasing , nudging your legs apart and settling his head between them.
You were about to beg , beg for him to do something , anything to relieve the tension that’s building on your body. But JJ’s mouth on yours shut you up , his touch was electric , the sensation combined with Rafe’s was almost too much. But at the same time , not enough.
Rafe’s hands grip your hips , like they are his lifeline. Kneading the flesh filling his palms. “You’re so soft” he murmurs against the skin of your stomach , trailing hot open-mouthed kisses , throwing a nip here and there , as if trying to taste you fully.
“Rafe” you gasp as he hums , the sound making your already sensitive pussy vibrate , and he groans in response unable to stop himself. He kisses on the mound gently , running a finger up your lips. You moan again , and wanting to make sure JJ feels included you tug at his hair , pulling him in another heated kiss , letting him swallow your moans with his tongue.
You shiver as JJ slides your bra completely off , letting your breasts spill free. Hot and hungry his mouth latches onto a nipple sucking so hard , strings of drool appear. Hands flying on both of the guys heads. One on Rafe’s head , who’s face was buried in between you hips , taking care of the aching need deep inside you , and the other running through JJ’s blonde messy hair , tugging him closer to your breasts. Each demanding attention.
Rafe’s warm fingertips teased your swollen clit , rubbing slow and gentle circles while his tongue was licking flat and slow stripes in between your pussy lips. Moaning like he was the one receiving all the pleasure.
“Oh fuck” your hips stutter against his mouth , back arching off the bed and into JJ’s hot skin. Rafe lifts his head , chin glistering with both his saliva and your juices.
Panting and slightly trembling, you change positions, making them both lay next to each other , heads resting against the headboard of the bed. Your fingers find their way to both their waistbands , tugging at the fabric , they get the cue , quickly lifting their hips and removing their pants and boxers all at once .
Cause no man could ever deny you anything , least of all JJ and Rafe.
Their cocks swinging free. Both hard and throbbing with want. You engulf Rafe’s in your mouth and down your throat, tasting the saltiness on his pre-cum on your tongue , expertly rolling the foreskin back , while your hand reaches to stroke JJ’s cock , exploring it with you slender fingers and teasing the slick sensitive tip with your thumb.
Rafe’s hips jerk up “fuck” he groans , and it may be the hottest thing you’ve ever heard, and blended with JJ’s strangled noises as you circled the tip of his cock?
You switch between them a few times , taking JJ’s entire length on you mouth , right down to the root, lips parting around him , hollowing your cheeks in a way that made his hips buck. Meanwhile Rafe writhes and pants as he watches you with JJ and feels your fingertips squeezing teasingly his wet heat.
At some point , Rafe positions himself over you, his thighs on either side of your hips, his burning gaze locked with yours. The air is charged with an electric tension that makes you shiver. Your body is humming in anticipation, the proximity of these two men driving you to the brink of insanity. “Just like that,” he murmurs breath hot and burning against the tender skin of your neck “my turn yeah?”.
“And what? I just watch?” JJ pants , a small scoff escaping him.
“Yeah you shut the fuck up and take the backseat” Rafe snaps.
JJ huffs on your side and continues leaving open-mouthed kisses on the skin of your neck and jaw , brushing your hair out of your face , his hand slipping in between you bodies and pinching your nipple, making you gasp so he could swallow it right up.
Your thighs clench into Rafe’s sides as he shifts rubbing the head of his cock against your folds , using your heat as lubricant , blended with his pre-cum. And he makes eye-contact.
The sensations almost overwhelming. The fire of his blue eyes burning through yours , JJ’s soft lips and tongue trailing kisses along your skin, impossible for you to focus on either.
Rafe’s cock disappears into your body with a long steady thrust, making your head fall on your side , giving more access of your neck to JJ , who takes advantage of the position and devours your neck likes it’s his last meal.
“Fuck, fuck that-“ you gasp out nails digging on Rafe’s back,
“Don’t stop” your hips lifting involuntarily, trying to take Rafe deeper inside you. JJ kisses your mouth as you moan and reaches between your bodies to rub your swollen clit , making your head roll back.
“You’re perfect” Rafe pants in your ear, pushing his cock in and out of your sliding pussy in a way that makes your face grow hotter , that flush making him grunt , burying his face on your chest , sucking and bitting the flesh. “Shit I’m so close”.
JJ’s thumb on your mouth muffles your moans as you lick and suck on it, which turns him on even more , making him grow impatient for his turn to come.
Or cum. Which he already kinda was, by the way.
His rigid cock still untouched but already leaking at the tip , he rubs the cum with his finger and brings it back in your mouth , making you taste the saltiness of him , and you do . Gladly.
“Good, good girl” JJ breathes , voice low and velvety.
You lick your lip and gulp, the groaning sounds Rafe is making are almost your undoing. You try to hold on to something , a muscled arm , the back of a head , anything. Rafe caught up in his own orgasm, wraps your legs tighter around his waist to pull you even closer , heels digging into his ass , enough to emerge your bodies and souls together. He keeps kissing you everywhere , corners of your mouth , cheeks, jaw , ‘his’ side of your neck, while JJ has the other.
Rafe hits the sweet spot dip between your hips and you arch off the bed , a broken moan leaving your mouth as you hit your climax , Rafe already spilling deep inside you painting your walls white with his cum , pulling a bit out , making you both gasp and then sloppily pushing it back in, riding off both of you highs.
“My turn , man. Get off” JJ nudges Rafe’s shoulder , fed up and painfully turned on.
Rafe pulling out left you empty and slightly disappointed , but it doesn’t take long and you’re already stretched out again , now with JJ’s cock , Rafe’s cum making it easier to access and move, your already sensitive body already trembling.
On your side , Rafe is kissing your arm , down your hand and then up your shoulder , before connecting his mouth with yours , his hot tongue tasting all of you. One of your hands cup the crook of his neck as you moan in his mouth and the other digging on JJ’s muscled back , enough to make him his , the pain delicious and oddly erotic.
“Harder” you gasp squeezing your thighs around JJ , eyes rolling back.
“Yeah” you moaned urging him by nipping at his shoulder.
Rafe pulls his mouth away for a second so JJ could flip you onto your stomach and get back on top of you. He spreads your cheeks and you arch your hips off the bed to give him better access. His callused palms grip your hips and groans as he enters you, “you okay?”
“Yeah” you moan , reaching for Rafe , who’s pressing velvet kisses on your back , pulling your hair to the side.
“Fuck you’re so hot” Rafe grabs your jaw so you could turn your head to the side and look at him as he spoke. Reaching between bodies and connecting his palm with your ass cheek , the red of his handprint painting your skin, making you gasp.
“Shit you like that huh?” JJ asks tauntingly thrusting deeper inside you, balls slapping against your ass cheeks.
“I love it” you moan feeling Rafe’s mouth on your neck again , marking his territory, breath hot and tingly against your skin.
JJ lifts his hand slapping against your ass , so now you’ve got the red of his handprint as well, making you push back against his cock, “you love it?”
“Yes ! Yes!” you hum, nodding vigorously against the sheets.
“Lets try something , get on your sides” Rafe orders , gesturing with his hands.
JJ furrows his eyebrows and reluctantly gets off you so you can turn on your side.
“Like that , get behind her”
JJ does so , spooning you from the back , hand around you waist , confused as fuck. “Now what , man?” He scoffs “you cant just blue-ball me like this”
Rafe says your name to grab your attention “You want us both?”
“Obviously?” You huff breathlessly.
“Wanna try both at the same time?” He asks , crawling to your other side so he was facing you. You paused and JJ went rigid behind you. “Y’know like..double penetration” he says , voice low and hopeful.
“Yeah figured, I’m not asking you” Rafe rolls his eyes , keeping his gaze locked with yours to make sure you’re in on this and not uncomfortable.
Both guys move quickly into position. JJ on your back and Rafe on your front.
JJ spreads your ass cheeks with his hands and slowly slides inside you , careful so you can adjust to the “fullness” of the filling. You reach behind your shoulder and touch his head , bringing his face closer to your neck.
Meanwhile Rafe is making sure your legs are held open as he thrusted from your front , his cock massaging your inner walls, eyes wide.
You want to both melt and tense at the same time. A delicious mix of pain and unbelievable pleasure. Neither of you moved for a while. You stay there , sandwiched between them , split open and absolutely stuffed. Every inch of you staying filled. No part dissatisfied.
Mute with ecstasy you can only breathe as the two men start moving , their thrusts gentle and careful. Their hands are everywhere. Rafe’s gripping your ass , bringing you closer to his body , JJ’s are on your breasts, cupping and squeezing your flesh while his breath tickles your ear.
JJ quickly reaches his climax , since he was already close. Forehead falling on the back of your shoulder , trailing lazy kisses on your back. “Jesus” he rasps and it’s enough to slide a shiver down your spine and bring you over the edge , arching to Rafe’s sweaty chest.
The added contact makes goosebumps run down his skin. With one last roll of his hips he releases his seed deep between your hips, still holding you close, he reaches up with his thumb , pulling your lower lip down and sucking on it with a hum. After a few moments , both of them slide out of you.
Then you slept , still sandwiched between the two guys in a familiar embrace. Even in sleep both men wordlessly competing for your attention and affection.
