Lynelle

She spent days of being holed up in her room, working nonstop on countless erotic charcoal drawings, which ultimately ended up crumpled in the trash bin. Nothing was working.

When Lynelle emerged from her room in sweatpants and a tank top with nothing under, exhausted, Rowan and Jackson were sitting in the living room. Jackson was on the couch watching a Marvel movie and Rowan was in one of the armchairs reading a worn-down paperback book that she couldn't quite see the title of.

Jackson paused the movie and looked up when she walked it. Rowan looked engrossed in his book and didn't seem to notice her.

"Look who it is! You're finally out of your room. Is the sunlight burning your skin? Should I close the blinds?" he joked, and she rolled her eyes.

"Shut up. You're an idiot," she laughed, smiling at Rowan when he briefly glanced up from his book. She headed towards the kitchen, where she was delighted to find raspberries in the fridge. Her favorite!

She plopped down next to Jackson with her box of berries. He eyed her for a second, then his hand crept over to grab some berries from her box.

"Hey--" she smacked his hand away, but not before he stole several raspberries from her. "You bitch!"

She nudged his leg with hers as he laughed and ate the berries without even a hint of shame. He put his hands up in surrender, then smoothly let the arm next to her fall around her shoulders and pulled her closer to him.

There was a very attractive shirtless man on screen, and she smirked and snuggled into Jackson. "I like your movie taste."

He snorted. "Please. You don't need that guy's abs, you've got mine."

"I've got your abs?"

"Yep. They're yours. And way better than his."

Lynelle pulled away from him, getting an idea. She climbed into his lap, straddling him.

"Oh, are they? Let's see them, then." She grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt and lifted it up far enough so she could see his abs. He placed his hands on the sides of her upper thighs as she stared.

"Speechless?" he teased, flexing them. She rolled her eyes.

"Hardly. I haven't even gotten a fair opinion, though."

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

"Well, for it to be a thorough judging I'd have to feel them, obviously."

"Obviously," he agreed, grinning. She pulled his shirt over his head and laid it over the back of the couch, then settled back into Jackson's lap to admire the full view of his shirtless body. As she sat back down, she held back a gasp at the feeling of his erection beneath her.

She ran her fingers lightly over the firm ridges of his abs, which contracted under her touch. Once she'd had enough of that, she slid her hands all the way down his torso until she got to where his sweatpants began.

"Hmm. These seem to be interfering with my ability to judge."

"Feel free, sweetheart. But if you're gonna get in my pants, I expect something from you as well."

"What is it?"

Jackson broke eye contact and looked over he shoulder, where she was startled to see Rowan sitting. She had forgotten he was there. He was watching them, with his book sitting closed and bookmarked on the side table.

Once she looked at him, he leaned back in the chair and crossed his legs, placing his ankle on his knee.

"I think Rowan can tell you," Jackson said.

Rowan put a thoughtful hand on his chin, then spoke.

"Strip, then you can get into his pants."

She blushed and looked back at Jackson, who was smirking.

"You heard him."

Despite them all having seen her in a much more intimate position, Lynelle felt a hot burn of embarrassment wash over her as she slid off of his lap and stood up.

She was only wearing three items on her body, so she decided to draw it out a little. She started with the tank top, sliding it over her head. The cool air on her bare chest made her shiver, and Jackson pushed out a sigh at the sight of her. She tossed it so it landed on his face, just for fun.

Next were her sweatpants and panties. She went over and slowly slid both pieces of cloth over the curve of her ass and down to her ankles, where she stepped out of them.

Lynelle wasn't sure whether she imagined it, but she could have sworn she heard a soft breath from behind her as she was exposed.

Jackson moved to another part of the couch, and she followed him. He pulled her back into his lap once he was settled and kissed her. She noticed that Rowan was now next to her, instead of behind her. The fabric of his pants was soft, but felt almost rough on the soft skin of her inner thighs. She jumped a little at Rowan's voice.

"Good girl. Take off his pants."

She peeked up at Jackson, who was smirking at her. He rested his arms on the back of the couch and settled back, watching her expectantly.

The drawstring on his pants wasn't even tied, so it was easy when she slipped them off his hips and all the way down his legs, where she took them off and put them over his discarded shirt.

He was left in just his boxers, which made her a little less nervous about her own state of undress.

"So, now that my pants aren't interfering with your judgement, how are my abs looking?"

"Well, now you're interfering with my judgement in another way," she whispered, and he laughed.

She ran an admiring hand over the firm groove above his hip bone, and he sucked in a breath.

"Tickles."

She couldn't ignore the outline of his cock straining under the fabric of his boxers. She reached to touch it, but Jackson caught her hand before she could.

"Use your manners." He tilted his head towards where Rowan was sitting.

She looked over at him with pleading eyes.

"You're very cute, but use your words with me."

"Can I touch him?"

"Say please, pet."

"Can I please touch him?" She was getting a little impatient, and Jackson squeezed her hand.

"Go ahead," Rowan told her. Jackson let go of her hand and she skimmed her fingers over the bulge. He grunted and let his hands fall onto her thighs, where he squeezed, hard, when she rubbed the bulge more firmly. She smiled faintly at the sound of the Marvel movie still playing in the background.

She traced the outline of his erection, and Jackson's eyes closed. His grip was still bruising on her legs, but it didn't really hurt. Well, a little, but she didn't mind.

"Take off his boxers." Rowan's voice had a certain commanding edge to it that she couldn't ignore. Her weak fingers fumbled with the waistband for a second before she got on her knees in front of Jackson and pulled them all the way off and away.

Lynelle stayed on her knees as her eyes locked on his cock, which was clearly hard and more than ready. She leaned forward without thinking until it was right in front of her face, then looked at Rowan for permission.

"Kiss it."

Jackson slid his hand into her hair as she leaned forward and slid her tongue over the tip of his cock, but after only a second her jerked her back. She gasped at the sharp tug.

"He said to kiss it, Lynelle. No tongue yet, just kiss it nice and pretty."

She felt her face warming, partly from arousal and partly from being scolded by Jackson, who was usually so easygoing.

This time, when she leaned in, she just used her lips to plant a soft little kiss right on the head of his cock. Jackson let out an almost inaudible little grunt, which encouraged a slow string of similar little kisses around the tip. His grip in her hair tightened.

"Use your tongue now, but don't put it inside your mouth."

She shot a grateful glance at Rowan, who was looking much more calm and collected than she was. Her eyes settled on Jackson, who was watching her with a slight flush on his cheeks as she opened her mouth slightly and rubbed her wet tongue over the head of his cock.

She licked a long line up the underside of it, and giggled as his head fell back onto the back of the couch for a second. She had never had this much fun during a blowjob before.

She was mostly looking down at his erection, but out of the corner of her eye she saw Jackson throw a meaningful glance towards Rowan, who nodded.

"That's enough. You can use your mouth now. No more teasing, pet."

She squirmed slightly at the nickname and took Jackson's cock as far into her mouth as she could, before backing off for a quick breather and trying again. She was slowly working him farther into her throat. Her reward was the sound of his pleasure, groans and grunts and even little gasps.

Lynelle was beginning to get really, really wet. She was squeezing her thighs together to try to get some friction, but it wasn't really working. She did have a free hand...

Very slowly, her hand crept off of Jackson's thigh and down to hers, where it slowly moved towards between her legs. She glanced up at Jackson, who was just watching his cock disappear between her lips like he was in a trance. She couldn't turn her head enough to fully see Rowan, but she was pretty sure his eyes were locked on her rogue hand. Damn. He probably wouldn't let her, without permission.

She defeatedly moved her hand back up to Jackson's leg.

"No, don't stop," said Rowan, and Lynelle shyly moved her hand back. Say less. She spread her legs a little and hummed around Jackson's cock when her fingers found the wet mess between her legs.

Her eyes closed as she touched herself, and Jackson was practically panting at the sounds she was making around his cock, which she was still working deeper into her throat.

"Aw, that feels good, doesn't it?"

"Mhmm," she whimpered. Her fingers were sliding around her clit so easily.

Her eyes were locked on Jackson, who had his eyes closed and his head tilted back. The effect she had on him was intoxicating.

"That's enough, Lynelle. Stand up." Rowan's voice jolted her with its sharp edge. She pulled off of Jackson and unsteadily rose to her feet in front of him.

"Turn around."

She took one last look at Jackson, then turned so she was facing away from him.

"Shit!" she yelped as Jackson's hand smacked her ass. It didn't really hurt, just scared her a little bit. She turned and gave him an offended look as she rubbed her ass cheek.

"Ride him," commanded Rowan, and she turned around to look at Jackson. He smirked at her and patted his lap like he was inviting her to come. It did look very inviting over there.

"Don't be shy," Jackson told her with a glint in his eye. She walked over, turned around, and straddled him, lowering herself slowly until he was lined up. He stopped her with a worried look on his face, but before he could say anything, she spoke.

"I'm on the pill." He nodded, relaxing.

She began to lower herself slowly -- teasingly -- onto his cock, but after a few seconds Jackson grabbed her hips and forced her down on his cock faster. He didn't slam into her, but she was still left gasping at the unexpected fullness.

She needed to grab something. His biceps were a good handle for her as he used his grip on her hips to slam her down on his cock over and over again.

She didn't get a second to catch her breath. Jackson used one hand to help her set the rhythm, and his other hand wrapped itself in her hair. He pulled, forcing her to tilt her head back, and whispered dirty things in her ear.

Lynelle glanced over at Rowan, who was still sitting with his legs crossed and his hand on his chin, like a statue despite the obvious bulge in his pants.

She slowed down a little because of the burn in her thighs, but she still felt her orgasm approaching.

"Aw, are you getting tired?" cooed Jackson. He let go of her hair and used both hands to help her keep the fast pace.

She dug her fingers into his arms and threw her head back as she came, relaxing into his hands and letting him move her however he wanted.

One last hard slam down onto his cock, and Jackson's rhythm faltered as he groaned. She whimpered and tightened around him, and he rested his head between her shoulder blades and let out a long sigh.

They slowly relaxed together as they came down. She looked at Rowan, who was leaning forward on his elbows and watching them with a dark look on his face.

"What do you say?" His tone was just a little condescending, and a little scary. In the best way.

"Um?" She tried to think of what he could mean, but she wasn't thinking too sharp right then.

"You say 'thank you', don't you, pet? We'll use those good manners, won't we?"

She bit her lip. "Thank you, sir."

"Mmm. That's better."

Jackson slid her off of him and she stood up, where she was immediately assaulted by the feeling of his cum dripping out of her.

She widened her eyes and pressed her thighs together.

"I should definitely shower," she said, turning around and heading up the stairs to her bathroom.

She hopped in the shower as soon as it was warm enough, smiling at the sound of two sets of footsteps following her into the bathroom. Jackson stepped in the shower with her, while Rowan, the only one who was clothed, gathered their clothes and disappeared into her room.

They showered together, Jackson whispering little bits of praise to her. Kissing her every time they switched so one of them could rinse the soap off under the water.

When they got out of the shower and walked into her room, wrapping the towels around themselves, Rowan had tossed their dirty clothes in the laundry.

Jackson got into her bed, naked, while she rolled her eyes at him and went to her wardrobe, where she picked out her favorite soft, oversized shirt and a cute pair of panties.

She slipped under the covers next to Jackson, and Rowan lay next to her, still in his clothes. She looked him up and down.

"Are you staying?"

He nodded, stroking the stray wet hairs off her forehead.

"Why are you wearing your clothes?"

He chuckled at her, closing his eyes for a second.

"I can't take them off when you're wearing that."

She scrunched her eyebrows, thinking of her middle school friends who always insisted on coordinating their outfits so they never wore the same outfit on the same day.

Then she looked closer and saw the still unfulfilled lust in his eyes for her and realized it was something much different.

"You don't have to control yourself around me," she insisted, scooting closer to him and reaching for the buttons on his shirt.

He grunted and slid his hand over hers.

"If I didn't control myself, I'd scare you."

"Maybe that's what I want," she whispered, her heart pounding in her chest at the thought of the arousing prick of fear she felt when Rowan manhandled her.

He gave her a look she wasn't quite sure she could read, then let go of her hands and let her take his clothes off. His body wasn't lean and smooth. It was rough and muscular. He was strong and dangerous, but that only seemed to make her want to be helpless under him again.

When he was down to his boxers, he looked pained, stopped her hand from stripping him further, and pulled her into him, backwards, so they were spooning. She wiggled a little and bit back a smile at the feeling of his hard cock on her ass.

His grip on her hip tightened momentarily before he leaned forward and bit her neck hard enough to elicit a gasp from her, before licking and kissing the bite mark as if to soothe it.

"You do not want to tease me, pet. I'll give you what you want soon enough. Be good and go to sleep. You're exhausted."

Surprisingly, she naturally felt inclined to listen and immediately closed her eyes, feeling her tiredness catch up to her.