by Katee Robert
“Yes, Sir,” he grinds out.
Tink’s gasp is filled with elation. She moans and grinds down hard on Gaeton’s cock as he finally strokes her clit like she needs. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She’s wound tightly already, and it doesn’t take long before her back bows hard enough that Gaeton has to band an arm across her chest to keep her in place as she comes. It’s my name on her lips as her orgasm takes her. I’ve never heard anything sweeter. She might only let down her barriers enough to call me Jameson when she’s on the edge of oblivion, but she still does it.
I turn off the water and walk into the shower. The tiles are warm against my bare feet, but I barely notice. My entire attention is wrapped up in these two. Gaeton guides Tink to her feet and holds her as she wobbles. I don’t hesitate to scoop her into my arms and turn for the door. “Come.”
“Just did.” She laughs, sounding punch-drunk. “Fuck, that was good.”
“We’re not done yet, beautiful girl.” I head straight to the bed and carefully set her on it. “Back against the headboard. Use some pillows and get comfortable.”
She hesitates. “Do I get your cock tonight?”
I lace my fingers through her hair and pull her in until I’m speaking against her lips. “You get my cock whenever you want, however you want. But first I’m going to give it to Gaeton. I think he deserves a reward, don’t you?”
She shivers. “I suppose I could get on board with watching that.”
“Tink.” I put a little censure into my tone. “It’s a reward. Do you know what Gaeton loves just as much as getting his ass pounded?”
The man himself answers. “Oral sex.”
“He’s going to eat my pussy as long as you fuck him. Just like you promised that first night.” Tink smiles slowly, her eyes lighting up. Greedy girl.
I don’t look back him. “Yes.” I lick her bottom lip. “Consider this permission to come as many times as you’re capable.”
“Is that a reward or a punishment?”
I laugh darkly. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
Chapter 23
Tink
This whole thing feels like a fever dream. Gaeton crawling across the bed to settle between my thighs. Hook kneeling at his back with a bottle of lube and a heated look in his eyes. He smooths a hand down Gaeton’s back and then squeezes and parts his ass cheeks. My angle isn’t quite right to see everything, but I can’t find the breath to say much as Gaeton drags his tongue over my pussy. The way he growls against my skin, there’s absolutely no doubt that he’s enjoying it just as much as I am. I’ve never met a person who loves oral sex on quite the same level as Gaeton. It’s damn near a fetish.
Hook urges Gaeton’s hips up a little, and he is all too happy to comply. It bends his back in a way that has my body clenching. I watch Hook’s expression, the concentration as he spreads lube over Gaeton’s ass and then rolls a condom over his cock. They’ve done this before, but he’s too methodical to take anything for granted.
Or that’s what I think until Hook slams into Gaeton hard enough to drive his face against my pussy. Gaeton curses, and then there’s no more time for talking. Hook gives several rough strokes and smacks Gaeton’s ass. “Don’t you dare come. Not until I’m finished with you.”
Gaeton murmurs his assent against my clit. He goes after me with a ferocity that leaves me breathless. I can do nothing but cling to him and enjoy the ride. I’ve been in threesomes—and moreseomes—before, but this feels different. It’s more than Hook dominating both Gaeton and me. As I meet his gaze over Gaeton’s back, it feels like …
Almost like we’re a team. Like we’re taking our pleasure, yes, but also acknowledging that this is as much about Gaeton’s comfort as it is about some kinky good times. I’ve never felt that before. It’s always been me against the world, frantically scrambling to patch up the holes in my worn walls, a never-ending effort to keep the dangerous sea of emotions and caring for other people out. It never quite worked, but this is different. Maybe it’s always been different with Hook.
He sinks fully into Gaeton and drags his hand down the other man’s back. Gentling him. Tormenting him. “She tastes good, doesn’t she? Like a little bit of paradise, right there on your tongue.” The tiniest of pumps. “Suck on her clit. You know the way she likes it.”
Gaeton obeys without hesitation, completely lost in Hook’s commands. He does know the way I like it, and pleasure has me shaking. The look on Hook’s face has me shaking even harder. He’s watching my expression, and there is a world of possession and lust and something like joy in his dark eyes. “Come for me, beautiful girl.”
Come for me.
Because Gaeton’s tongue is simply an extension of Hook’s will. I don’t know why that’s so sexy, but the knowledge crashes over me, and then I’m doing exactly as he commands. I dig my heels into the mattress and arch up. Gaeton meets me there, letting me fuck his face as I orgasm.
“That’s right. Just like that.” Gaeton is too big for Hook to be able to touch me in our current position, but his voice does the work for him, licking along my exposed skin, a pleasure so acute I can barely handle it. He slaps Gaeton’s ass. “Slow. Tease her back to the edge.” His grin is downright wicked. “Try not to get too distracted by my cock in your ass.”
Gaeton’s laugh rumbles through my lower half, and he rests his forehead against my lower stomach. “Do your worst, Hook.” He sounds a little hazy, as if he’s drunk. I’ve seen Gaeton down half a fifth and be no worse for wear, so it’s not the single shot that’s put him in this headspace. It’s Hook. The dance of dominance and submission, the cascading relief of handing the decisions to another person for a little while. And pleasure. So much pleasure.
Hook gives a laugh of his own. “Don’t worry. I will.” And then he starts to move. To fuck Gaeton in a relentless pounding rhythm that has the other man’s hands spasming on my hips, his breath harsh against my pussy.
They’re so beautiful, I can’t stand it. Gaeton is like some massive canvas that’s been laid out for our pleasure, and even as he keeps my hips caged, he’s not really in charge. Behind him, Hook moves in rough strokes that put every muscle beneath his medium brown skin in stark relief. He’s not holding back. He’s not afraid he’s going to break Gaeton. He knows the other man can take everything he has to give, and he’s fully intending to push him right to the edge.
“Fuuuuuuck.”
Hook’s laugh is pure evil. “Sounds like you’re distracted, my friend.”
Gaeton shakes his head, the move dragging his mouth across my sensitive flesh. “Not even a little.”
“Mmm.” Hook barely pauses in his rhythm. “If you can’t multitask, I’ll have to slow down.”
Gaeton moves so fast, I let loose a squeak of surprise. He wedges his hands under my ass and lifts me to his face. There is no finesse in this tongue fucking. Desperation drives him, and it’s a heady thing to be on the receiving end of.
“Do you want to fuck her again?” Hook drops the words like a well-timed bomb. Gaeton lifts his head and blinks at me with pleasure-drugged eyes. Hook doesn’t miss a single beat. “Do you want to sink into that tight pussy while I’m balls deep in your ass?”
“Yeah,” Gaeton grinds out.
Hook lets the silence spin out between us, anticipation building with each second that ticks past. His arrogant smile hits me a beat before his answer. “No.” He grips the bigger man’s shoulder and thrusts deep. He can’t quite reach Gaeton’s ear from his position, but that doesn’t stop him. “But I’ll let her stroke your cock, my friend. I’ll let her tell you where she wants you to come.”
Gaeton is staring at me like he’s seen the sun, as if he’s not seeing me at all, but something far beyond the confines of this room. “She loves that shit.”
“Yes. She does.” Hook looks up and holds my gaze. “Tell us, beautiful girl. Where do you want Gaeton’s come?”
Sheer lust weighs down my tongue, and it takes me several tries to sp
eak. “My breasts.”
Calculation flickers through Hook’s dark gaze, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that he’s going to make a mess of me tonight. Of all three of us.
I can’t fucking wait.
Hook smacks Gaeton’s hip. “Back.”
It takes a little maneuvering, but we end up with them standing next to the bed, Gaeton bent over and bracing his hands on the mattress, me on my knees before him. He’s tall enough to make it work, and I give myself a moment to just enjoy the sight of his big cock. I give him a stroke, but it’s not right. “Hook.”
I can’t see him, but I don’t have to in order to hear the satisfaction in his voice. “You want to suck him.”
No lies between us. Not tonight. It doesn’t even occur to me to try. “Yes, Sir.”
“Do it.”
I take Gaeton into my mouth and he shudders. Whether it’s from my tongue against the underside of his cock or the fact that Hook’s resumed brutally fucking him, I have no idea. It doesn’t matter. As Hook said, this is comfort.
I lose myself in sucking Gaeton’s cock. I’ve had some practice, but it’s still a hell of a job, and my jaw begins to ache. His rough curse brings me up short. “Tink, now.”
I barely get my mouth off him in time. He comes across my chest in great spurts and, holy shit, it feels dirty and decadent and oh so wrong. I shiver a little and give him one last stroke before I slump back against the mattress.
The position gives me an idea, though. I run one hand over Gaeton’s thick thigh and reach between their spread legs with my other to cup Hook’s balls. His strangled curse makes me smile.
At least until his voice lashes me. “Gaeton, on the bed. Tink, on your feet.”
I scramble to obey. I’m sticky and a little sore, but we’re not through yet. Hook tumbles Gaeton onto the mattress on his back and grips me by the back of my neck. Not hard enough to hurt, but a steadying rock-solid contact. He moves closer behind me, not quite enough to touch, but I swear I can feel the heat rolling off his body. “Are you sated, beautiful girl?”
Again, it doesn’t even register that I should lie. “No.” I lick my lips. “I don’t know if I ever will be.” Not when it comes to everything Hook seems determined to give me. I want to soak up his attention, his touch, his love until it fills me to the brim and chases away the last of the shadows lingering in my soul.
He gives my neck a light squeeze and lifts his voice. “And you, Gaeton?”
The big man stretches and gives a lazy grin that always means he’s up to no good. “Dawn’s a long way off yet.”
Hook taps my jaw. “You can play for a minute. Make it count.”
No mistaking his meaning. I crawl onto the bed and kneel between Gaeton’s thighs. A quick glance over my shoulder shows Hook walking into the bathroom, likely to clean up. Anticipation zings through me, the feeling only getting stronger as I lean down and take Gaeton into my mouth. He’s easier to manage now that he’s not hard, and I take my time exploring him with my tongue. Enjoying myself.
It doesn’t take long before his cock hardens. Gaeton always did have the stamina of a bull. I look up to find him lacing his hands behind his head and watching me with hooded eyes. “You look happy, Tink.”
I don’t bother to reply. He might just be running his mouth. It’s also possible that he’s testing for information. I don’t think Gaeton would pull some shit like that, but we live in strange times.
Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t seem to need a response. His gaze follows my lips as I suck him deep. “He’s good for you. You’re good for him, too.”
That’s about enough of that. I rise off his cock enough to frown at him. “Do you want a blow job or do you want to wax poetic about my potential relationship status?”
“Nothing potential about it.” He jerks his chin to my hand fisted around his cock, the diamond twinkling obscenely in the lamp light. “You’re married now, Tink. Call me sentimental, but I’d like to think you’re happily married.”
“Is there any such thing in our world?” I don’t know why I’m entertaining this. Hook will be back any second, and this is not part of the scene.
Or maybe it is and I’m just skittish enough to want to avoid it.
Gaeton chuckles. “Don’t ask me. I’m shit at relationships. Only one I ever wanted went down in flames because she couldn’t choose.” He shakes his head. “That’s some fucked up shit.”
I have my own thoughts about the Gaeton-Isabelle-Beast love triangle, but ultimately it’s none of my business. I can see the attraction of both men, but the way Isabelle handled the situation was shitty. Then again, I’m biased as hell. I have absolutely no business offering love life advice but … “World hasn’t ended yet, Gaeton. You obviously still love her. Do something about it.”
He raises his brows. On the surface, he still looks like the good old boy he mostly pretends to be, but now something dangerous lurks in his dark eyes. “Leave it alone, Tink. I’m not in the mood tonight.”
“You’re never in the mood.” I give his cock a squeeze. “But I’ll make you a deal: you stop trying to divine what the fuck is going on with me and Hook, and I’ll stop giving you relationship advice.”
He finally nods. “Point taken.” Gaeton jerks his chin. “Now get back to sucking my cock like a good little cum slut.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
I’m so busy following that order, I don’t hear Hook come back into the room until he gently touches my hip. He trails his fingers over my ass and down to my thighs. A slight pressure that is a silent command I’m only too happy to obey. I spread for him.
And then his cock is there, sliding into my pussy in a way that feels like coming home. I can’t explain it. I’m not sure I want to. Hook fucks me in a lazy rhythm, as if he has all the time in the world, as if he isn’t aware how close I am to coming. I can’t normally orgasm from penetration alone, but after a few times, that rule no longer applies.
He braces his hand against the small of my back, pressing me down a little and then, holy shit, he’s hitting my G-spot with each stroke. I don’t want it to end, but I can’t hold out any longer. I cry out around Gaeton’s cock as I come. Several rough strokes, then Hook pulls out and comes across my back.
He winds my hair around his fist and guides me off Gaeton’s cock. My body has gone boneless, pleasure making me drunk, and I’m only too happy to slump next to Gaeton’s hip while Hook takes Gaeton’s cock into his mouth. I lazily reach between them to cup Gaeton’s balls, playing them against my palm and drawing my finger along the sensitive flesh behind them.
It’s enough.
He orgasms with a muted roar and Hook drinks him down. It’s so hot, I can barely stand it. I impulsively kiss him as he comes up, and then I’m in his arms between them, his mouth on mine. And it’s perfect.
We stumble to the shower for the second time tonight, though there’s little sexual about this. It’s pure comfort. Glancing touches. All of us soaping each other up. Hook washing my hair again.
It hasn’t fixed anything. Not really. Tomorrow, real life will intrude. Gaeton will still be swimming in grief. I’ll still be terrified. Hook will still have a crisis on his hands. Somehow, none of that matters in this moment. We’ve carved out a little space to breathe. If it’s temporary, it’s no less valuable for it.
“Stay, Gaeton.”
Gaeton nods, his eyes already half-shut with sleep. “Yeah, I guess I will.”
Hook takes my hand and leads us back into the bedroom. There may only be a few hours left in this night, but we can rest here safely.
That’s what he’s offered us.
What he’s offered me.
Safety.
Chapter 24
Hook
It’s late by the time we change the sheets and collapse onto my bed. I’m not surprised Gaeton took me up on the offer to stay overnight, just like I’m not surprised that he wanted to be fucked until he couldn’t think straight instead of talking about it. M
y friend has some shit to work out, but ultimately it’s going to be up to him how he handles things. He hits the mattress on the other side of Tink and, within two minutes, his breathing evens out, and he’s snoring lightly.
She rolls to face me, though I can’t read her expression in the starlight from the windows overhead. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. I got just as much out of it as you did.” I hesitate, but I’m tired and in danger of thinking too hard about tomorrow. In the end, it’s the simplest thing in the world to pull Tink to me and arrange her head on my chest. She doesn’t tense up like I half expect her to.
“Jameson …”
Here in the dark, it feels like we’ve finally turned a corner. I don’t know if it’s too late. I can’t afford to believe that, to let myself be fatalistic. Failure is not an option. Not with so much on the line. I gather her closer and rest my chin on her head, giving her time to get out whatever she’s been chewing on for the last few hours.
She shudders out a sigh. “You really don’t make this easy.”
“Nothing in life is easy, Tink. Least of all people. If it seems like it is, someone’s lying.”
Strangely enough, that makes her relax. “I don’t understand how you always know what to say.”
“I don’t.” Fuck, I definitely don’t. I’ve been in a tailspin for months, my people looking to me for answers that I don’t have. I’m doing the best I can, but I’m muddling through like everyone else. I smooth my hand over her hair. “We have a similar way of viewing things once you cut through the bullshit. That’s all.”
She runs her hand up my chest. A touch not meant to seduce; one simply done for the sake of doing it. “This might sound a little cliché, but I feel like I’m running out of time to say it.”
“Tink—”
She touches two fingers to my lips and lifts her head. I still can’t see her expression clearly. “I love you, Jameson. It makes me kind of cranky because I didn’t plan on this, but it’s the damned inconvenient truth.”
