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  “I wouldn’t mind that at all.” Adam ran his hand down Sasha’s ribs. “Especially if it gives Sasha incentive to come home early.”

  Her free hand found his waistband, and she undid his jeans in the same fashion she’d done Scott’s. “Maybe I can start coming home for lunch once Colette starts school.” When she grasped both shafts in one warm, tight grip, Adam gasped. “Of course, spending time with both of these beautiful cocks isn’t exactly the easiest thing to walk away from when my time runs out.”

  Scott moved away from Adam’s mouth, to nibble along his jaw. “Maybe we should go in and have lunch at her office then,” he murmured. “I can go down on her while you fuck her. I can taste both of you then.”

  Adam loved the things they said, but even more than that, he loved the way they always meant what they said. One way or the other, Adam was going to fuck Sasha in her office again, and Scott was going to use his hot mouth on the both of them. He could use his mouth on them now.

  “You can taste both of us now.”

  Scott pulled back, his nostrils flaring with each rapid breath. Sasha had heard Adam’s suggestion, too, and the glitter of her eyes over Scott’s shoulder made Adam ache in all the best places.

  “I don’t have a problem with that,” she said. “Except I have way too many clothes on still.”

  “That’s easy enough to fix.”

  Scott pulled free of her hold, kicking off his jeans before turning his attention to Sasha. Adam watched him strip her in record time, his mouth watering with each inch of skin that got exposed, until she stood naked in front of both of them.

  “Bed.” Her voice was hoarse. “Now.”

  Adam knew he behaved as though Sasha had his cock on a leash, but he didn’t care. He probably would have crawled to the bed if Sasha had told him to get on his knees. The only person who responded faster to her commands was Scott, and he beat them both to the bed.

  Adam settled on the mattress above Scott’s head, and was too distracted by Sasha’s approach to notice when Scott tilted his head back and caught the head of Adam’s cock with his mouth. Adam gasped and tensed, but resisted the urge to guide his shaft down Scott’s throat. Instead, he reached for Sasha’s hand and pulled her toward him.

  She straddled Scott’s chest, melting against Adam as she coiled her arms around him. “I love kissing you,” she said against his mouth. “I have ever since that first night.”

  As if to prove her point, her lips skimmed over his, her tongue burning a path along the way. Between the heat of hers and the wet suction of Scott’s, Adam wasn’t sure which part of him sizzled the most. It was always impossible to tell where one pleasure ended and another began when the three of them were together. The more time passed, the more he came to believe that was how it should be.

  Their mouths assaulted him, but the attack was gentle. Adam gripped the back of her neck and massaged the tight muscles at the base of her skull while she delved deeper into his mouth. One of Scott’s strong hands went to his hips and forced him to rock forward. Somebody echoed Adam’s moan, but he wasn’t sure if it was Sasha or Scott. Adam wished he had more hands.

  He had never felt anything as soft as Sasha’s skin. Thrusting gently into Scott’s willing mouth kept him in contact with her plush curves without abandoning the wet heat Scott had promised, but when Scott grasped him at the root and pulled off, the first thing Adam wanted was to bury himself again.

  “Someone needs to get a condom,” Scott said. He angled Adam’s length so that it ran along Sasha’s lips, making both of them groan. “Then you two can fuck, and I can get the taste you promised me.”

  Adam leaned back to reach the condoms in the nightstand, and Sasha took advantage of his new position to run her nails down his chest. It was the lightest sting, but he imagined those same nails scratching his back, digging into his skin, and it made him shiver with anticipation.

  His fingers closed around the box, and he managed to snag a condom without much fumbling. As soon as he faced Sasha again, she plucked the foil from his fingers and pressed her mouth to his again. He wasn’t sure how Sasha could kiss him like that, open the condom, and unroll it on his shaft at the same time, but he’d long ago accepted that it was one of her many talents.

  She sank onto his covered cock without fanfare, taking him all the way with a long, low moan. As soon as he was fully sheathed, he felt Scott’s mouth return, an equally long lick along Adam’s sac.

  “Make her cream,” he heard Scott say. “I want to lick it off your balls.”

  For a moment, Adam was envious of Scott’s position—of Scott’s tongue—but that was only until Sasha’s pussy clenched around his shaft. Adam smoothed his fingers through her long hair and gripped it loosely as he began to rock his hips. The only thing hotter than Sasha’s flesh was Scott’s tongue, as it fluttered over his balls and followed Adam’s cock into her waiting body.

  Adam gently pulled her head back, exposing her throat to his mouth. He dragged his lips down her neck to her chest. He traced the curve of her breast, then found her nipple with a soft moan.

  Scott wasn’t content to just use his tongue. His hands were insistent, stroking and pulling, one smoothing over Sasha’s hip while the other traced the crease of Adam’s ass. Each time he touched his tight hole, Adam bit into Sasha a little bit harder, drawing an even louder cry from her as she quivered around his length. The sound only spurred Scott to suck harder on his balls, creating a never ending cycle.

  “I’m not…I won’t…” Her breathy words came with stronger squeezes around his shaft, a trembling that undulated upward until she practically vibrated within his arms.

  Adam loved to push her this close to the edge. He loved the way she touched him and kissed him and stole his breath. He took Scott’s hand and guided it to Sasha’s swollen clit. Scott didn’t resist, and his teeth brushed against Adam’s sac with enough pressure to make Adam shout against Sasha’s skin. He held her tightly, clinging to her with each thrust, because he felt a little like he might fly apart.

  The pressure against his cock increased, and it took a moment for Adam to figure out what it was. Scott had given up caressing Sasha’s ass to sink two fingers into her tight passage, his other hand still strumming along her clit. She cried out at the additional fullness, and all her muscles clamped down, trapping both men inside her as she clawed at Adam’s back. It pushed Adam to the brink of coming. Only the random pricks of pain through his sac from Scott’s teeth kept him from falling completely.

  As tempting as it was to stay buried in her until he exploded, there was something else just as tempting. Her muscles fluttered, her entire body pulsed, and the only thing more overwhelming than the pleasure flowing through his body was the elation her cries of satisfaction gave him. He eased away from her slowly, struggling for his breath and his self-control. Scott didn’t let him go, and Sasha clutched him, but he didn’t let them pull him back.

  “Scott…” He took a deep breath, knowing his request would come as a surprise to both of them. “I want to fuck you, too.”

  Scott twisted at the declaration, staring up at him with hungry blue eyes. “Oh, fuck, yes,” he said.

  “I want a piece of this.” In spite of her shattering orgasm, Sasha slid down Scott’s body, giving him the room to completely turn over. Her slim hands stroked along his ass, tracing the crease as Scott had just done with the pair of them. “I’ve been waiting a long time to see you pounding into him.”

  Adam found a tube of lubricant where he found the condoms and poured it over Scott’s skin. Sasha gathered up the thick lube and smeared it across Scott’s clenched ring of muscle, before pushing her fingers into his channel. Scott hissed sharply and pushed back against her hand. Adam watched, fascinated, as her fingers disappeared into his body again and again, and Scott quivered and moaned.

  Sasha used her free hand to grab the back of Adam’s neck and slam their mouths together. He didn’t know how it was possible; her kiss was hungrier than before her
orgasm. She forced his lips to part, sweeping in to seek out every corner, her fingers unceasing where they pushed inside Scott’s ass.

  “He likes it hard,” she whispered into the caress. “Split him open. I want to hear him scream.”

  Adam couldn’t tell if Scott heard Sasha, but he could tell that Scott was damned near ready to beg for it. The knowledge that Scott wanted him like that was intoxicating. And Adam knew he did, in fact, want him, and not just something that felt warmer than Sasha’s strap-ons. Scott had been infinitely patient, waiting until Adam felt comfortable enough to offer, and never trying to pressure him into anything.

  “Is he ready?”

  “He’s been ready since he first swallowed that gorgeous cock of yours,” Scott answered. He squirmed where he was poised on his knees and forearms. “Now will you fuck me already? I’m going crazy here.”

  Sasha smiled. “You heard him. Maybe he’ll finally stop e-mailing me those fantasies he’s had of you inside him.”

  “Not likely. You always come home horny when I do that.”

  Sasha pulled her hand away, and Adam’s breath quickened at the thought of finally feeling Scott’s body clamp down around his shaft. At that moment, Adam wasn’t able to say who wanted it more. But as soon as he positioned the crown of his cock at Scott’s opening, the other man shuddered. Sasha watched, her own erratic breathing betraying her fresh arousal at the sight of Adam slowly penetrating her husband. Adam knew Scott wanted it hard, and he fully intended to do exactly what Scott wanted, but at that moment, he just wanted to experience every exquisite inch of Scott’s heat.

  Sasha’s hand fluttered along Scott’s back, dancing along with the muscles that twitched with every press forward. By the time Adam was fully seated, all three of them quivered, but Sasha was the only one capable of acting. She flattened against the bed and slid beneath Scott’s raised hips. Adam couldn’t have seen what she was doing anyway, but he felt the sting of her nails across his tight balls, and Scott’s subsequent moan—stretched out to last several interminable seconds—accompanied a wet sound that could only be her mouth on Scott’s cock.

  Adam was going to start moving, but before he could, he needed to lean over Scott’s back and kiss the nape of his neck. It was just a brush of contact before he straightened and pulled almost completely out of Scott’s ass. Scott made a tiny sound in the back of his throat, but that quickly became a moan as Adam thrust into him again. Each stroke was deliberate—a little harder, a little faster—until Scott was fully accustomed to his length.

  Part of Adam wondered why it was he had waited so long to ask for this. He knew—finally—that Sasha and Scott would deny him nothing, that they were prepared to give and give and give until he simply couldn’t take anymore. He wasn’t entirely sure what he had done to ever merit such attention, but he had long since given up trying to figure it out. He had it now. That was what mattered.

  Sasha’s moans joined Scott’s, soft sounds that were muffled when his cock slid into her throat. Adam knew those sounds well. He had a feeling before the night was through, he’d get to feel them for himself.

  Adam couldn’t resist bending over Scott’s back again. He loved the way Scott’s flushed skin felt against his chest, and the friction building between their bodies as Scott moved beneath him. Adam could see Sasha’s pussy just below Scott’s mouth, and he half expected Scott to bury his face between her thighs, but he didn’t seem to have the ability to move. He didn’t seem to have the ability to do anything except respond to Adam’s hard thrusts, and the strong suction of Sasha’s mouth.

  He put his mouth close to Scott’s ear, letting his lips brush against his skin. “You feel so fucking amazing.”

  Scott turned his head, seeking out his mouth. The kiss was clumsy, the angle awkward, but the needy groans coming from his throat more than made up for it.

  “Love you,” Scott murmured.

  Initially, Adam thought he must be talking to Sasha. But there was no way Sasha could have heard him. There was nobody else Scott could be talking to. And there was no way Adam had misheard. Scott had said those words to him. Directly to him. And Adam could do nothing but blurt the only response he knew.

  “Love you…love you both…”

  Scott’s mouth canted and his ass clenched. Adam groaned, and pistoned harder, hard enough to drive Scott’s cock deeper into Sasha’s throat. Her hand slid back to cup Adam’s balls, and on the next stroke, she squeezed the sac, a single nail scraping the sensitive skin behind it.

  It was too much. The flare of electricity in his body. The emotions that seemed to overflow from him. The tight heat around his shaft. His cock jerked against Scott’s walls as Scott shouted, his body trembling and vibrating against Adam’s. He could hear Sasha, sucking and lapping, swallowing every bit of Scott’s come, and for a moment, he imagined what his come would have looked like, dripping out Scott’s ass and down his thighs.

  As soon as Adam’s cock stopped twitching, he collapsed to the mattress, his muscles weak.

  Scott immediately rolled out of the way, allowing room for Sasha to crawl up between them. Adam didn’t have the wherewithal to protest when she draped herself over him, not that he would have anyway. She was too soft, and too warm, and he was still too flushed from the memory of Scott’s words.

  “Scott always beats me to the punch.” She rained kisses along Adam’s shoulder, leading a path up to his ear. “But you know he’s not the only one, right?”

  Adam turned so he could study her face. Her solemn face. He gently pushed the hair from her brow and smiled. “I didn’t…I didn’t know. Didn’t think you could. I think I’ve loved you for as long as I’ve known you.”

  “Why couldn’t I? You give without thinking, you take care of us, you’re absolutely beautiful, inside and out.” A ghost of a smile lit her face. “Why would I have insisted to Scott that we find ways to keep you from leaving for Miami that first week you were here if I didn’t have room for you in my heart?”

  Adam might have pointed out that she wouldn’t have room for him because she had Scott, and Scott was pretty great. But then, Scott had Sasha, and Sasha was pretty great, too.

  “Nobody’s ever said that to me before. That’s all.”

  “Because most people are idiots.” This came from Scott, though his voice was muffled where his face was nestled in Sasha’s neck. “Though that works out for us.”

  Sasha caressed the side of Adam’s face. “Yes, it does.”

  Adam wanted to explain to them that he never had this before, and he still wasn’t sure what to think of it. He wanted to tell them that no matter what, he’d love them and he’d never take them for granted, and he was theirs. But when Scott took his hand, and Sasha kissed his shoulder, he realized he didn’t have to say it. Because they knew. And what was more, they didn’t have to say it back to him. Because he wouldn’t—couldn’t—doubt them now.

  He had left New York just looking for a place where he would fit.

  What he found was a place he could call his very own.

  THE END

  ABOUT JAMIE CRAIG

  Jamie Craig is the collaboration of Vivien Dean and Pepper Espinoza. Both have been in love with romance, adventure, fantasy, and the written word since childhood. Pepper lives in Utah with her dog and cats and loves to golf when she’s not working. Vivien lives in Northern California with her husband and two teenagers.

  For more information, visit jamie-craig.com.

  ABOUT JMS BOOKS LLC

  JMS Books LLC is a small queer press with competitive royalty rates publishing LGBT romance, erotic romance, and young adult fiction. Visit jms-books.com for our latest releases and submission guidelines!

 

 

 
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