fingers into his mouth. Despite the
innocence of the touch, Fletch’s heart kicked into a crazy beat. The rhythmic
hollowing of Liam’s checks, the pause when Fletch imagined the swish of tongue
translated to blatant eroticism. He imagined his cock in Liam’s mouth while he
caressed and teased pleasure from Gaby. Yes.
The three of them together worked
perfectly, and this was just the start.
It was the sexiest thing—Liam’s focus on
Gaby giving Fletch the luxury of being able to stare without the need of
censorship. A quick glance at Gaby reassured him. Eyelids screened her sight,
her body slack with pleasure.
His two best friends. Soon his lovers. He
hoped he didn’t fuck up and give either of them a reason to bolt. Fletch ran a
finger over Gaby’s mouth, silently marveling at her softness. Liam’s lips were
soft too, but the contrast of stubble made their kisses different.
He turned his attention to her breasts and,
unable to help himself, he wet his forefinger and drew a circle around one
nipple. As he watched, it contracted, pulling tight.
“Would you like me to suck you,
sweetheart?” He whispered the words, breathing warm air against the whorl of
her ear at the same time. “Would you like me to suck in time with Liam?”
“Yes,” she said, her reply not much more
than a moan of assent.
“It will be my pleasure,” he assured her.
A glance at Liam showed him his friend was
watching him with a heated expression. The attention leaped straight to
Fletch’s cock. Hell, every naughty idea and feeling he’d suffered for the last
six months fired to life with vengeance. All the cold showers and the furtive
masturbating, the guilt and self-loathing for wanting the impossible nipped at
him, jeered at him and bashed away his inner protection.
But this once, he intended to chase what he
wanted and damn the consequences. Ten years from now he wanted to know he’d
done everything he could to ensure his happiness. Even if this one day was all
they had, he’d have no regrets.
Fletch winked at Liam and turned his
attention to Gaby’s breasts. Topped by apricot-colored nipples, they were soft
and fragrant. Instead of heading straight for her nipples, he explored her
shape, he tested the weight of her and licked around the base. He felt the bed
move and Liam joined him. Together they explored. Their gazes caught, and
although instinct suggested Fletch should stare elsewhere, he continued to
watch Liam mirror his actions. He traced around Gaby’s nipple, using fingers,
tongue. At his side, Liam copied, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked and licked
Gaby.
“Oh my stars,” Gaby whispered hoarsely.
Fletch wanted to make a smart-ass comment,
to ask if she could see stars, but he didn’t want to break the connection with
Liam and he sure as hell didn’t want to release her nipple. They hadn’t done
much yet—nothing except a little foreplay—and his cock ached for more. A good
ache, the sort that foretold of mind-numbingly good sex.
A sharp tug on his hair made Fletch wince.
His head jerked up. “Hell, woman. Don’t snatch me bald.”
“I need you inside me now. Now,” she said
in a tight voice.
Liam let her nipple pop from his mouth. It
glistened in the afternoon light. “Both of us?”
“Now,” Gaby gritted out in a harsh voice,
full of need.
Fletch reached for the lube. “Have you done
this before?”
“Anal, yes. Two men, no.”
“Maybe we should go a bit slower.”
Gaby lurched up and grabbed him by the
ears. She yanked his face closer. “I know my body. I want sex. I want sex now .”
“Okay.” To Fletch’s relief, she released
his ears and he moved out of her reach, eyeing her ruefully. He turned to Liam.
“You okay with this?”
“Yes.” Liam’s eyes glittered. “How do you
want to do this?”
Fletch wanted to shout out loud at the
banked passion in Liam. It wasn’t only for Gaby. Some of it was for him. He
cleared his throat, testing the hard knock to his equilibrium.
innocence of the touch, Fletch’s heart kicked into a crazy beat. The rhythmic
hollowing of Liam’s checks, the pause when Fletch imagined the swish of tongue
translated to blatant eroticism. He imagined his cock in Liam’s mouth while he
caressed and teased pleasure from Gaby. Yes.
The three of them together worked
perfectly, and this was just the start.
It was the sexiest thing—Liam’s focus on
Gaby giving Fletch the luxury of being able to stare without the need of
censorship. A quick glance at Gaby reassured him. Eyelids screened her sight,
her body slack with pleasure.
His two best friends. Soon his lovers. He
hoped he didn’t fuck up and give either of them a reason to bolt. Fletch ran a
finger over Gaby’s mouth, silently marveling at her softness. Liam’s lips were
soft too, but the contrast of stubble made their kisses different.
He turned his attention to her breasts and,
unable to help himself, he wet his forefinger and drew a circle around one
nipple. As he watched, it contracted, pulling tight.
“Would you like me to suck you,
sweetheart?” He whispered the words, breathing warm air against the whorl of
her ear at the same time. “Would you like me to suck in time with Liam?”
“Yes,” she said, her reply not much more
than a moan of assent.
“It will be my pleasure,” he assured her.
A glance at Liam showed him his friend was
watching him with a heated expression. The attention leaped straight to
Fletch’s cock. Hell, every naughty idea and feeling he’d suffered for the last
six months fired to life with vengeance. All the cold showers and the furtive
masturbating, the guilt and self-loathing for wanting the impossible nipped at
him, jeered at him and bashed away his inner protection.
But this once, he intended to chase what he
wanted and damn the consequences. Ten years from now he wanted to know he’d
done everything he could to ensure his happiness. Even if this one day was all
they had, he’d have no regrets.
Fletch winked at Liam and turned his
attention to Gaby’s breasts. Topped by apricot-colored nipples, they were soft
and fragrant. Instead of heading straight for her nipples, he explored her
shape, he tested the weight of her and licked around the base. He felt the bed
move and Liam joined him. Together they explored. Their gazes caught, and
although instinct suggested Fletch should stare elsewhere, he continued to
watch Liam mirror his actions. He traced around Gaby’s nipple, using fingers,
tongue. At his side, Liam copied, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked and licked
Gaby.
“Oh my stars,” Gaby whispered hoarsely.
Fletch wanted to make a smart-ass comment,
to ask if she could see stars, but he didn’t want to break the connection with
Liam and he sure as hell didn’t want to release her nipple. They hadn’t done
much yet—nothing except a little foreplay—and his cock ached for more. A good
ache, the sort that foretold of mind-numbingly good sex.
A sharp tug on his hair made Fletch wince.
His head jerked up. “Hell, woman. Don’t snatch me bald.”
“I need you inside me now. Now,” she said
in a tight voice.
Liam let her nipple pop from his mouth. It
glistened in the afternoon light. “Both of us?”
“Now,” Gaby gritted out in a harsh voice,
full of need.
Fletch reached for the lube. “Have you done
this before?”
“Anal, yes. Two men, no.”
“Maybe we should go a bit slower.”
Gaby lurched up and grabbed him by the
ears. She yanked his face closer. “I know my body. I want sex. I want sex now .”
“Okay.” To Fletch’s relief, she released
his ears and he moved out of her reach, eyeing her ruefully. He turned to Liam.
“You okay with this?”
“Yes.” Liam’s eyes glittered. “How do you
want to do this?”
Fletch wanted to shout out loud at the
banked passion in Liam. It wasn’t only for Gaby. Some of it was for him. He
cleared his throat, testing the hard knock to his equilibrium.
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