Author's Note: Again, thank you so much to those of you who are reading along and letting me know you're enjoying this. This chapter is the last one that has lots of Jane/Allie smut in it, but there's also some Jeller at the same time, so it balances out for those of you who aren't into F/F. And the next chapter is pretty much pure Jeller hotness, so I'm excited to get you guys there. :D
Jane was grateful to have an almost immediate distraction from what had just happened with Kurt. Allie's skin was warm and soft against hers, her kisses hungry and seductive, and it was almost easy to forget that Kurt was sitting beside them, drinking Scotch as he recovered from the orgasm Jane had just given him.
Can't think about that now. I just can't.
At this point, it was pretty obvious to Jane that she wasn't entirely straight, though her preferences did still seem to favour men. Allie had a curvier body than Jane herself, and she spent a while exploring its contours with her hands and lips, enjoying Allie's appreciative sighs.
When Allie tired of the teasing, she pushed down her own underwear, and Jane took the hint, pulling it the rest of the way off, then lying down beside her.
"I really hope I don't send you to sleep."
Behind her, Kurt ran his fingers over Jane's hip. "Relax. She'll guide you if you need it."
Jane slid her palm down Allie's abdomen, between her thighs, and smiled at the clear evidence that she was turned on. Allie spread her legs wider, and Jane wet her fingertips, then skated them gently over and around Allie's clit.
"Mmmm…that's a really good start," Allie said, stretching her arms up over her head.
Kurt reached over and pinned her wrist to the bed. When Allie willingly moved her other wrist next to it, allowing him to pin both with one hand, Jane felt a touch of melancholy. Of course he'd know she liked that—they were a couple. A couple who'd have many nights together after this one, maybe even with other women involved. Whereas Jane was just passing through.
Not now. Don't think about it now. She kissed Allie, continuing to tease with her fingers, until the Marshal quivered against her, moaning into the kiss.
Experimentally, she gave that same spot a gentle, repetitive tap with one finger, and Allie broke their kiss to gasp, "Oh, my god, that's perfect."
Fascinated by her writhing, breathless response, Jane alternated between tapping and stroking until Allie asked pleadingly, "Lick me like that?"
A little nervous, especially with Kurt watching, Jane slid down the bed, kissing Allie's hip, then down to the top of her thigh. Allie wrenched one hand free of Kurt's loose grip, then grabbed a fistful of Jane's hair. She tugged gently, trying to direct her to stop teasing, and Jane couldn't help but smile. "Are you trying to rush me 'cause you're bored, or because you're impatient?"
"Which answer gets you to use your tongue?" Allie asked, grabbing a pillow and putting it beneath her hips. That would make things easier for Jane to stay where she was for longer.
Subtle hint, she thought, amused.
She gave Allie's thigh a tiny lick, which made Allie groan. "You're worse than Kurt."
Jane glanced over at him, and he smiled against the rim of his drink. "She's not bored."
"How do you watch me doing this and not get jealous?" Jane asked, genuinely curious.
"Really, you're gonna have a conversation now?" Allie complained, and both Jane and Kurt laughed.
Jane gave a long, exploratory lick all the way up Allie's slit, then hesitated, distracted by the memory of doing the same to a laughing, naked blonde woman. Oh. That explains a lot. Except for who she is, and whether I was using sex to manipulate her. That seems like something past-Taylor Shaw would do.
Allie sat up on her elbows, her expression frustrated, but reassuring. "It's okay, Jane. If you're not into it—"
"No, it's not that. I just had a memory."
"You've done this before?" Allie asked, intrigued.
"At least once, yeah." She didn't bother to add her thoughts about possible motives for doing so, rationalising Allie had suffered enough. Instead, she spread Allie's labia with her thumbs and tasted her again, making sure to reach her clit in the process.
Allie lay back down and buried both hands in Jane's hair, tilting up her hips in supplication. Jane continued, slowly exploring, adjusting to Allie's taste and scent. As she began to focus on the area around Allie's clit, Kurt's girlfriend gave a shaky sigh. "Yeah, you definitely have. That feels amazing…"
Kurt put down his Scotch glass and lay down beside Allie, tilting her head towards him for a soft kiss. Jane closed her eyes, not wanting to see such a tender display of affection, fighting a wave of jealousy of her own—towards Allie.
"Can I answer Jane's question now?" Kurt asked her quietly, a teasing tone to his voice.
"As long as Jane doesn't then have to say anything back…"
Jane couldn't help but be amused, taking the hint to keep doing exactly what she was doing.
"I don't get jealous because I'm here too, and being a voyeur without having to worry about what I'm doing is hot—plus it takes the pressure off. As long as everyone gets to enjoy themselves, and Allie doesn't run off with you at the end of the night…"
Allie tightened her grip in Jane's hair, her thighs trembling a little. "No promises right now; this is so good—"
Kurt interrupted her with another kiss, his fingers confident against her nipples. Again, Jane closed her eyes and tried to focus on what she was doing, wishing she were in Allie's position. What would it be like, to have Kurt in her bed regularly, to be so secure in their relationship that she could invite a third person to share it for a night?
Allie whispered something to Kurt, and he murmured, "You sure?"
Jane opened her eyes to see Allie nodding.
Kurt sat up and moved even further down the bed, a little lower down than Jane. Then he leaned over to brush his lips across the top of Jane's back, making her catch her breath at the tingle of the fleeting touch.
As Allie gasped words of encouragement to her, Kurt continued to kiss down Jane's spine until he got to where her legs were tucked under her abdomen. There was just enough space for him to slip one finger between her thighs, trailing it up and down her wet folds.
Jane sighed against Allie's clit, and Allie whimpered, grabbing a fistful of the bedcovers. "Inside me?" she asked breathlessly.
Jane was thinking the same thing to Kurt, his touch sending distracting sparks of pleasure through her. As she carefully penetrated Allie with a finger, she arched her spine down, tilting up her own hips so Kurt had easier access. Oh god, what if he takes me from behind while I'm still busy with Allie? How could I hold it together?
Kurt eased a finger into Jane's depths, and she softly cried out against Allie's clit.
"More, Jane?" Allie begged, and Jane added a second finger, wondering if Kurt felt how her inner muscles tightened when she imagined him doing the same to her.
"Mmmm, fuck me," Allie whispered, and Jane licked her more firmly, seeking the sweet spot inside Allie with her fingertips.
Kurt kissed Jane's back again, over the tattoo of his name. "Will it distract you too much to lift up a little, Jane?"
If it would get him to touch her more, Jane would do anything. Trying not to let it disrupt her rhythm with Allie, she braced her toes against the bed and let her weight rest on her heels and elbows.
Kurt smoothly stroked in and out of her a couple of times, then carefully added a second finger. Jane outright moaned against Allie, trying to push back against his touch without letting it disturb Allie's steadily building climax.
"Stay still," Kurt said, with soft amusement. "Let me."
Stay still? Jane wanted to ask him exactly how he thought she'd manage that, but her mouth was occupied. Allie was tilting into Jane's touch now, her breathing shallow and frantic, and her inner muscles tightened against Jane's fingers, primed for release. She couldn't let Allie down now.
Allie was sincerely regretting her decision to send Kurt down to pleasure Jane, afraid that Jane would lose focus and deprive her of what promised to be a fantastic orgasm. But Kurt had been being too affectionate, and Allie had been sure that it must be hurting Jane. It had sure as hell hurt her, to know that he was feeling tender towards her while she was planning to leave him.
Her request had surprised him, and a frown had creased his brow as he'd searched her face, but Allie smiled and nodded, closing her eyes, and Kurt had moved away.
It's better this way.
And Jane's capable attention had easily distracted her from the pain of her imploding relationship, even as Kurt had softly said something to Jane that she couldn't make out. Jane wasn't nearly as good in bed as Kurt, but that wasn't a fair comparison. Almost nobody was as good as Kurt was.
Just focus a little longer, Jane.
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop," she gasped out, the words slurring together as she neared the brink.
She had no idea what Kurt was doing to Jane, only that it was working for her, her tongue faltering against Allie's clit. Allie took control, grinding against Jane's tongue and riding her fingers with frenzied movements of her hips. Just let me have this before Jane starts losing her mind.
Yes…yes…oh, fuck yeah…
With a fractured, ecstatic cry, Allie came, the rush of relief that accompanied the pleasure turning her muscles weak. As the tension left her and the afterglow set in, she curled up into a ball and rolled to the side, out of Jane's way.
"You two have fun," she murmured.
To her surprise, Jane crawled up the bed, out of Kurt's reach. "No, I've already taken too much attention from you," she insisted. "Kurt?"
Allie saw a flash of surprise—and disappointment—in Kurt's expression, before he turned from Jane to her. "On it."
Jane poured herself some more Scotch, her breathing still unsteady and her thighs pressed together, as though that would ease the ache she must be feeling. Kurt parted Allie's thighs, and she couldn't help a quiver of anticipation. If he took her, though, he'd have to recover before he could take Jane, and now Allie just wanted this whole thing over with.
"Use your mouth?" she asked, before he could move over her. "Please?"
Kurt immediately nuzzled her thigh, his stubble rough and enticing. His slightly mischievous smile made her quiver, even as her heart broke. The dam she'd put up to keep her emotions at bay had cracked as Jane had forgone another orgasm in favour of granting it to Allie.
Jane had such a good heart. She was compassionate and respectful of Kurt's relationship, even though she was so obviously in love with him. Somehow, it made this whole thing harder for Allie— to know that Jane would never voluntarily seek to break them up.
If she wanted to, Allie could stick it out with Kurt for weeks or months more, clinging to a man who would never feel the same for her as she did about him, enjoying the sex and forgetting about Jane.
Only that wouldn't solve the problem. Eventually, Kurt was going to realise he'd screwed up, and their relationship would end. He'd sabotage it in some way unrelated to infidelity, probably without even realising why he couldn't stand to be with Allie anymore, and then they'd argue, and they'd break up. And then he'd probably spend a few more months pretending to himself that he and Jane could never be an item.
And it would all be so much more painful for Allie, if she continued living the fantasy until then. She was already in the process of falling for Kurt a second time. No point in finishing it before she broke her own heart.
She reached down to the top of Kurt's head as he tasted her, confident in her responses, knowing exactly how to make her heart race. At least his talented fingers and tongue would distract her until she could successfully come up with an excuse to escape the room. After that, she could cry all she wanted.
As her pleasure spiralled into one orgasm after another, multiple climaxes that pushed her body to the limits of ecstasy, she forgot Jane was even there—at least for the moment.
Anyone feeling sorry for Allie yet?