Jason's hands found my upper back, and he helped support me with one hand, while his other hand found something to hold on to. Their hands were like a safety net, holding me, supporting me, helping me fuck them.
«Are you close?» Jason asked, and his voice sounded strained.
For a moment I thought he was talking to me, but his body kept me from answering. Nathaniel said, «I can be.»
«Either she has to slow down, or I'm going to go.»
Nathaniel's hands tightened at the small of my back, and he sat up higher, and changed the angle of my hips at the same time. It was like he'd been waiting to do it. It forced my legs higher up his back, put my pelvis at a more than forty-degree angle. His next thrust made me scream around Jason's body.
«God, Nathaniel, stop that, or I'm…»
He thrust two, three times, with every word. «Just… a… little… more!» And he brought me, screaming, screaming with Jason's body thrusting inside me, so that I screamed around him. My nails dug into his body. Jason thrust one last time as deep and hard as he could down my throat, and I felt him go, felt it hot but too far down to be thick. I got only the heat, and the spasming of him inside my throat. Nathaniel thrust deep and hard between my legs, a heartbeat later. It made me scream as I was trying to swallow Jason down. It made me have to suck harder or choke.
Jason cried out, his body spasming, his nails digging into my back where he held me. He screamed my name, and the ardeur finally fed. I fed. I drank them both down, and the rush of energy tightened our bodies, made us all cry out. Nathaniel thrust inside me again, brought me again. Jason spasmed deep inside my throat again; I felt him spill inside me. A moment before I'd been fighting not to choke or throw up, and now the ardeur rode me, and I drank him down as if he were exactly what I wanted. I drank them both down; everywhere our skin touched I got small sips, but down my throat, and between my legs, that was food. It was exactly what I needed, exactly the way I needed it. Maybe the feeding would last longer if I fed on men who weren't tied to us metaphysically, but I didn't love anyone who wasn't tied to us. So I had to feed more often, so what?
We ended on the floor of the limo, with Jason on the bottom, me in the middle, and Nathaniel on top of me, as if the last orgasm had pulled us all to the floor.
«Wow,» Jason said.
«Yeah,» I said.
Nathaniel laughed, low and a little unsteady. «I love you, Anita,» he said.
«I love you, too,» I said. I could feel Jason's heart thudding against my back.
«I feel left out,» he said, from underneath me.
Nathaniel didn't so much raise his head, as move his eyes, to look at the other man. «I love you, too, or I wouldn't enjoy sharing her with you this much.»
I managed to roll my head back enough to glimpse Jason's face. «I love you, Jason, you are our very dear friend.»
«I thought I was just everyone's fuck buddy.»
I cuddled against the front of his body. Nathaniel crawled up until he managed to wedge himself around us both. «You're the best friend I've ever had.»
Jason smiled at us both, his eyes full of more emotion than I think he knew what to do with. He managed a version of his usual grin. «And I thought the most interesting thing I'd ever do with a best friend was watch football.»
Nathaniel smiled at him. «We can if you want, but you'll have to explain the rules to me.»
«I am not watching football,» I said.
«I hate football, let's just keep fucking,» Jason said.
«Not tonight,» I said.
«We need to get inside,» he said.
«Whoever can move, stand up first and get dressed,» I said.
He laughed, hugged me, and laid his head against Nathaniel's. «God I love my friends, but if you guys can fall to one side, I think I can stand.»
«I'll have to work on that,» I said.
«What?» he asked.
«You've recovered too quickly. I must have done something wrong.»
The laughter faded around the edges, and there was suddenly a very serious look on his face. «You did everything right. You were wonderful.»
«As good as the person who gave you the teeth mark hickey on your neck?»
He grinned, as he started trying to wriggle out of the pile. «Better actually, but if you tell her I said so, I'll deny it.»
«Tell me who I'm supposed to be nice to, and I will.»
He was opening a box of moist towelettes. Wiping a little of the sweat, and other things, off his body, he said, «Have you met all of the Cape Codders?»
«Samuel and his family, yeah.»
Jason shook his head. «Not the family, the entourage.»