Together, he and Annalise worked to remove Jakob’s clothing, taking care not to jar his arm too much. Once he was naked, Walt placed a steadying hand on his good arm and guided him to the bed.
“Sit up with your back against the headboard,” Walt directed.
“You think you’re going to be the one giving the orders tonight just because I’ve got a little cut on my arm and a few stitches?” Jakob asked in that deep, rich, commanding voice that had Walt’s cock rising from half-mast to rock hard in an instant.
Walt merely chuckled, then waved his hand, gesturing for Jakob to take control. He sure as shit wasn’t going to argue with him or suggest they arm wrestle for it. There was nothing on earth hotter than Jakob’s dirty demands in the bedroom. Unless, of course, it was Annalise’s pleas for more.
“Undress our woman,” Jakob said, looking for all the world like a king on his throne as he sat propped up against a pile of pillows.
Regardless of what Jakob might ask for, Walt wouldn’t let him go too far tonight. His lover really did need to keep his arm as still as possible. There was no way Walt was going to risk him tearing out the stitches.
Walt twisted toward Annalise, who gave him the sexiest come hither smile he’d ever seen. He could tell he surprised her when he shifted until he was standing behind her, her back to his chest. He looked at Jakob over her shoulder, sliding his hands along her arms and sides until he reached the hem of her shirt. His light touch made her shiver.
Gripping the bottom of her shirt, he pulled it upwards, taking his time in order to tease Jakob as he bared her to their lover inch by inch.
He pulled the material tauter on her injured shoulder side, trying to limit her movement, but Annalise was clearly feeling better. She lifted both arms over her head to help him remove her shirt completely. Walt kissed her bruised shoulder, then the other, as he unfastened her bra.
Jakob was uncharacteristically—well, for the bedroom—quiet as he watched, but he was by no means an uninterested observer. He gripped his erection in his hand, slowly stroking the hard flesh, his gaze glued to Annalise’s breasts as Walt tugged the bra off and dropped it to the floor.
“Cup them,” Jakob said, his voice husky with need. “Pinch her nipples.”
Walt narrowed his eyes at the second command, but Jakob shook his head and continued speaking before he could voice his concerns. “The bruises are faded. And she likes the way we make her nipples ache. Do it.”
The doctor in Walt tried to glance over Annalise’s shoulder, tried to make certain she’d healed enough. He couldn’t see her nipples well enough to tell, but it didn’t matter. Not when Annalise repeated Jakob’s demand. “Do it,” she whispered.
He cupped her heavy breasts, lifting them up before closing his palms over them, squeezing them, gently at first, before kneading them more firmly. The way Annalise’s breathing increased and the slight arching of her back drove him on. Taking her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, he pinched, the action provoking the sweetest moans and whimpers.
Jakob’s grip on his own dick tightened, his strokes harder. “Turn her around, Walt. Take those pretty nipples in your mouth and suck them. Hard.”
Walt had Annalise facing him before Jakob had finished issuing his demand. He bent his head lower, drawing one of her nipples in with rough suction. Annalise’s hands flew to his head and she nearly suffocated him in her soft breasts as she drew him closer.
“Harder,” she gasped.
Walt gave her what she asked for, teasing the taut tip with his teeth.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jakob murmured. “Take off the rest of her damn clothes and yours and the two of you get over here.”
Annalise and Walt wasted no time getting naked, racing to undress each other, and once they were done, they both turned to face Jakob, awaiting his next command. Walt had never been a passive lover in his previous sexual encounters, limited though they were. He had never realized how much he liked being told what to do in bed.
Maybe he’d get Annalise to explain the psychology behind it for him later. Nothing like a little light pillow talk. He grinned at the thought, his sudden amusement catching Jakob’s attention.
“Something funny?” Jakob asked.
Walt shook his head. “Tell you later.”
It was obvious Jakob had other things on his mind because he dropped the subject. “I thought I told the two of you to get over here.”
Annalise stepped closer to the bed, but Walt stopped her from climbing on the mattress and straddling Jakob’s thighs by gripping her wrist.
She looked over her shoulder in question.
“Regardless of what Jakob might ask for,” Walt warned, “we need to go slow tonight, take care.”
Jakob growled, but didn’t argue—which told Walt the man was indeed still in pain. “One of these days, the three of us are going to be completely healed and I’m showing you exactly how hard I want to fuck you. Both of you.”
“But until then…” Walt said, releasing Annalise’s wrist and kissing her on the cheek. “We’re just going to have to be creative.”
Annalise grinned. “I think I can handle that.”
Walt sucked in a deep breath as Annalise proved just how creative she could be. She climbed onto the bed, but rather than straddling his waist, she settled between Jakob’s outstretched thighs. Bending low and supporting her weight on her good arm, she ran her tongue along Jakob’s dick from balls to tip before sliding it back down again and sucking one of Jakob’s balls into her mouth.
Jakob’s eyes closed briefly and Walt wondered if their lover was praying for the strength to hold on. God knew Annalise could tempt a priest to sin.
While she teased Jakob with her mouth, she took Walt down in a different way, wiggling her ass suggestively.
Walt reached out and ran his hand along the soft, smooth globes of her ass, then drew one fingertip along the slit between her legs. He teased the rim of her anus, then moved lower, circling the opening to her body. She was wet and hot and ready.
Annalise lifted her ass higher, spreading her legs apart even farther. He grinned and accepted the offer, pushing two fingers inside to the hilt.
She released Jakob’s balls with a pop, a breathy moan escaping her lips.
Jakob was watching him, his gaze locked on where Walt was fucking her with his fingers.
“Use three,” Jakob demanded. “Get her nice and ready for that big cock of yours.”
Walt added a third to the first two, circling her waist with his other hand so that he could play with her clit. Annalise was a clit girl. The second he touched hers, she jerked and cried out, “Yes!”
Jakob placed his hand on the back of her head. “Pay attention to your work, Dr. Fischer,” he growled.
Annalise shuddered, but lost no time wrapping her hand around the base of Jakob’s cock and taking the head into her mouth.
“Get on the bed, Walt. You’re going to fuck our woman while she sucks me.”
Walt shifted, claiming his spot at the bottom of the bed between her legs. “Shit. I forgot the condom,” he muttered, starting to rise.
Annalise released Jakob, shaking her head. “Birth control. Nothing between us. Please.”
Walt glanced at Jakob and saw his own emotions reflected in the other man’s eyes. They were both head over heels in love with this woman, and Walt was certain that would be true until the day they both took their last breaths.