He had no idea how to go about telling him that without sharing too much. “I’m an asshole.”
“No,” Rig corrected. “You’re my best friend and the Johnny Appleseed of Orgasms, as you’ve told me a thousand times. And on occasion you invite me along to spread that love, for which I am eternally grateful.”
He was acting like it was nothing, but Rory knew what kind of selfish bastard that made him. All the rules he’d put in place to resist his attraction to these two men—and their potential attraction to each other—his stubborn attempts to keep things the way they were, didn’t seem that clever now. They seemed juvenile. Cruel.
You should tell him. Tell them both the truth.
“Johnny is retired, at least. I’m over the quantity phase of my sex life and moving into quality. I’ve officially turned over a new leaf.”
“Yeah, Jen mentioned your cleanse.” Rig’s lips curved softly. “If it helps, you’re also one of the most loving men I’ve ever known.”
Rory sent him a suspicious glance. “I thought you were talking about me.”
“I am.”
“I could say the same thing.” David placed his palm high on Rory’s thigh and he almost shot off the couch in reaction. Didn’t the guy fucking know erection etiquette? You didn’t touch a man with a raging hard-on unless you wanted to find yourself on your knees experiencing it firsthand. “You don’t give yourself enough credit, Roar.”
“I think we should go back to Essie’s sex cards.” Was his voice higher than normal? “That seems safer.”
Rig laughed. “No, this is really working for me. And it’s David’s turn to ask you a question.”
Motherfuckingshitdamnitno!
David squeezed once before letting go of Rory’s leg so he could breathe again. “Fair warning. My question has to do with that thing you never want to talk about.”
Sweet merciful Mary, make it stop.
“I know why you got the impulse to kiss me that night. I mean, I heard what your father said to you.”
He had? God, that had been a fucked-up situation. Rory had actually thought he could stop Elder from causing a scene and storming out during the reception. He didn’t want Uncle Shawn’s feelings to be hurt. But Elder’s youngest son was the last person he would ever listen to, and of course it had backfired. Spectacularly.
“I came so those reporters would leave me the hell alone. I came for my nephew’s political career. Stephen is making the Finn name something to be proud of, even if his brother is trying to steal the spotlight with this homo bullshit. You must be loving it though. All of them following your dainty lead and flaunting their private lives like it’s something to be proud of. Bringing up the past for no reason. I’m sick of being judged by my sons for not wanting to witness every minute of this freak show. You can’t shame me any more than you already have tonight. Any more than you have since you were born.”
He’d wanted to make his father a liar by shaming him one more time.
That was how it had started.
“That wasn’t the only reason,” Rory said before David could ask. “The impulse? I’d wanted to kiss you all day. The entire wedding I was second-guessing myself, wondering why I’d invited the two of you to the most romantic fucking gay love-fest this town had ever seen. A wedding being held in this threesome house of sin, no less. I decided it was pure masochism on my part, because what I wanted wasn’t possible.”
He’d wanted them both to be his.
“I liked being invited,” Rig offered quietly. “I can’t believe this is the same living room. It looks different with furniture.”
Rory met David’s warm gaze as it hit them both. The fact that they were steps away from the scene of the crime. From that kiss that changed everything.
“I wanted to kiss you, David. That’s the truth. Elder gave me a reason, but even so, I should have avoided it. It wasn’t worth pushing you away.”
David stared at his lips as if he couldn’t help himself. As if he found Rory physically attractive. Sexually desirable.
As if he wanted him.
Rory used to secretly envy Brady’s size and masculinity, Solomon’s height and Owen’s athletic talents. Used to lament his “pretty” features and wiry physique. But he’d taken a strange comfort in the fact that he was a master at fucking and everything that led up to the main event.
Sex wasn’t that hard to excel at after he learned the secret. If it felt good, he would do it. If it felt bad? He would try that too. There was no wrong time or place for a good lay, no position or number of partners he’d shy away from.
Until recently that had been enough.
Now none of his experience meant a damn thing. All he wanted was to hear the ragged sound David made when he’d parted his lips in invitation. The way he’d rocked his hard body against him and sucked on Rory’s tongue as though he were dying for it.
The same way Rig must have sucked on his.
Years of repressed longing expanded inside him, killing all possibility of rational thought. David wanted him. Wanted this. He couldn’t deny the dilated pupils or the short, panting breaths. The rapid pulse at the base of his throat that Rory wanted to feel with his tongue. The growing bulge between his legs. David didn’t have a girlfriend, claimed to be bisexual and had already kissed two men…and he wanted him.
Was he really considering this? There were so many reasons this was a bad idea. So many ways it could go wrong. Nothing in his life was more important than their friendship. Nothing.
If he kept repeating that, maybe he wouldn’t fuck this next part up.
“Can I ask a question now?” Rory rasped, sensing more than seeing Rig move closer to the two of them.
“It is your turn.”
“I was upset when Rig told me what you’d done together,” he started, seeing David flinch. “Upset is an understatement, but I was just as upset with myself for not being part of it.”
David sent a quick glance to Rig before staring at Rory’s lips again. “Was that a question?”
Rory shook his head, his breathing shallow. “What I want to know is if you’re both sure we could still be friends if I asked for a repeat performance? If I wanted to watch Rig take you in his mouth and make you come, would that be crossing the line?” He never looked away from Rory as he spoke to Rig. “Is that honest enough for you, Anthony?”
“Oh yeah.”
David made a noise in the back of his throat. “You’d be okay with that, Roar? Watching?”
“Oh, David.” Rory studied him with heavy lidded eyes. “I’d be in charge of that.”
“Answer him,” Rig said, his voice gravelly with desire. “It’s more than okay on my end.”
“Fuck yes. I mean…” David shook his head helplessly. “Of course we’ll still be friends. Yes to anything. I mean everything. Whatever you asked.”
This is crazy. They can’t promise this won’t change things again. That it won’t be too much. We need to think about this.
Rory couldn’t listen to reason right now. It had been building for too long. Simmering beneath every breath, every look and every moment they’d had together since that damn wedding.
Longer.
He met Rig’s black stare and realized he’d known where this was going all along. So had Rory, which was why he’d been trying to fight it. “Take off your clothes. Both of you.”
David swore under his breath, but reached behind him to tug off his t-shirt without asking twice. Rig did the same. Rory watched as they shed their pants, both of them still in their boxers as they waited for further instruction.
God help him, they were glorious specimens. Rig was rippling with swollen muscle, his chest matted with dark hair and his face flushed with desire. David was lean and smooth and lickable, his chest rising rapidly with an excitement he didn’t try to conceal.
He wants this.
Rory palmed his erection through his jeans and squeezed, biting his lip. “Take his boxers off, Rig. Let me see what I missed
out on the other night.”
All the times they’d shared men before paled next to this moment with David. He was the one they wanted. The one they’d always wanted to take together.
David leaned closer to Rory as Rig lifted his hips without a word and started dragging down the cotton shorts. “Rory,” he breathed. “I want to see you too.”
His throat closed in surprise at David’s boldness. “You do?”
At his nod, Rory stood so fast his head spun and stripped, his hot gaze dropping to the beautifully erect monster Rig was revealing. “I don’t blame him for not being able to resist that. I don’t know how anyone has. I’ve been imagining that cock in my hands, in my mouth, for longer than you know.”
And so much more.
David moaned and gripped the thick base before Rig could, his lower lip swollen as he sucked it between his teeth. “God, that sounds good. You touching me.”
His own cock jerked in response and he shucked off the last of his clothes impatiently. “You like that idea? We have all night, David. Maybe I’ll take a turn after I get my fill of watching Rig in action.”
David’s hips lifted off the couch, his hard cock rearing up against his stomach, and it was all Rory could do not to dive on him. Then Rig offered the distraction he needed, reaching up to wrap his meaty fingers around Rory’s erection.
“There’s no rule that says you can’t do more than watch.” Rig’s voice was made of temptation and his hands… Rory thrust once through Rig’s fist, his fingers curling at his sides as he tried to resist. He failed.
“Do you have what we’ll need?” he asked softly, looking down at his gorgeous partner in crime.
“Already on the coffee table.” Rig tried to smirk but his face was tight with lust and it came off more like a scowl. “You know I’m always prepared.”
Rory noticed the pile of condoms and lube and reminded himself to breathe. He was in control. That was how this worked. The only way it could. “Good. Now don’t leave David hanging, Rig. Give him what he needs.”
“Fuck, this is crazy.” David laughed through a groan as Rig licked the tip of his thick shaft. “Is this a guy thing? I mean, women expect a certain amount of wooing before sliding into third base. Kissing at the very least.”
Rig chuckled, the vibrations clearly making David shiver before he lifted his head. “I am kissing you. And this is how we woo. Isn’t that right, Rory?”
Rory dropped to his knees beside them, pressing his dick hard against Rig’s side as he agreed. “We’re simple creatures, David. We don’t need flowers and poetry. We crave tactile stimulation and visual aids. We want to touch. To taste. To eat when we’re hungry. Kiss him, Rig. Give him a deep romantic kiss from both of us.”
He placed his hand on the back of Rig’s head as he took David’s cock deep. Jesus, that was hotter than he’d imagined. He waited for a pang of envy, but it wasn’t there. The bookends had been right. He wasn’t jealous it had happened, he’d just wanted to be a part of it.
“Son of a—” David cried out, his hand gripping Rory’s wrist, forcing his attention away from the erotic visual. “Rory,” he whispered, rocking up into Rig’s mouth without looking away. “He said he used to wake you up like this in college.”
Rory bit his lip hard. He remembered. “Breakfast of champions.”
His laugh was breathless. “I don’t know how you gave it up. He’s too good at this.” David gasped. “I don’t want it to end, but I’m not sure I can last much longer.”
Rory’s free hand slid down Rig’s back to caress his tight ass and Rig let out a pleading moan. “No one’s better at focusing than this guy. He loves it too much. But I think I can distract him for you, if you want. Draw it out.”
David’s eyes widened and he hesitated before letting go of Rory’s hand. “Do it. Distract him.”
“You sure?”
Rory saw a hint of mischief in David’s lust-filled gaze. “You aren’t the only one who wants to watch.”
Rory pushed the coffee table back and smacked Rig’s flank lightly. “Back up and get him on his knees for us.” He squeezed the flesh beneath his hands. “Then I can give you what you need.”
They hadn’t done this in years. Been together like this. When they shared a man, their attention was on him more than each other. They kissed and touched, but it hadn’t gone too much farther than that for a while. That was one of their rules too.
Screw the rules.
Rig moved into position fast enough to make him grin. They were both excited to be throwing the old playbook out the window. Now, with David here, it seemed right. Necessary.
Damn, he’d missed Rig’s ass.
Rory gripped his cock, squeezing the tip to hold back his arousal as he watched the two men he’d craved all his adult life naked and writhing against each other. Rig’s lips stretching to take everything David had to give. David’s attention jumping between the bobbing head at his cock and Rory’s every move.
His cheeks were flushed with the same desire Rory had seen after their kiss. He looked feverish. Drunk. More beautiful than any man had a right to be.
“Hurry, Rory.” David moaned and tangled his fingers in Rig’s hair. “He’s ready.”
Rory slid on a condom and opened the lube one-handed, prepping Rig the way he had so many times in the past. “He better be.” He slid two slick fingers inside, a growl escaping at the tight fit. “I’m coming off an eight-month cleanse, and I’m not sure I can go slow enough to be careful.”
Rig lifted his head, pushing his ass in the air in offering. “Don’t go slow, damn it. Don’t be careful. Give me what I want.”
Rory spanked his ass in reaction and spread his cheeks firmly, earning a full-body shudder from Rig. “See what asking for a favor gets you?”
“Don’t tease, Rory. Don’t go slow.” Rig was begging against David’s cock and Rory couldn’t help but respond.
He entered him in one long stroke. “Oh God, Anthony that’s…”
Rig’s response was guttural, muffled by David’s thick shaft, but he pushed back forcefully, eagerly, his body stretching around Rory’s invasion.
Thank God he hadn’t hurt him with his impatience. Rory arched his neck and clenched his teeth, his grip on Rig’s hips bruising as he pulled back and thrust deeper. So deep. It had been forever since he’d been this in the moment during sex. This aware of every detail. Every feeling.
It was always like this with Rig. How had he gone so long without?
“God, he loves it.” David’s voice was low and rough. “He’s taking both of us, and he loves it.”
Rory reacted to David’s words by going deeper. Harder. Both of us. Taking both of us. “Is this what you wanted all along, you sneaky bastard? Both of us, taking you like this?”
Rig was nodding and forcing David’s cock down his throat while his thighs spread wider. “So good,” Rory murmured as he slung his hips in a way he knew Rig loved, a way that would have him pounding against that perfect spot over and over again.
Rig’s body jerked beneath him and Rory pressed his chest against Rig’s back, fingers sliding over the head of his cock, slipping through his arousal. “I remember you coming like this whenever I took you. No hands, just hard fucking.” He tightened his grip then released him, hips still pumping as he lifted away from his back. “Think you can do that again?”
Rory hoped the noises he was making meant he could.
“Fuck,” David swore, drawing his attention again. “Oh fuck, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Watching you… Rory.”
David was shaking, his body so tightly wound he could snap at any time. He was rocking himself into Rig’s mouth but he wasn’t taking his eyes off of Rory’s cock as it filled Rig’s ass again and again. It was too much to resist. That hungry fucking look.
“David, look at me.” He pressed one hand on Rig’s back carefully and leaned forward. “I want you to kiss me, David. Now.”
He heard Rig moan in approval and then Davi
d was gripping the back of his neck. “I’ve been waiting a year for you to ask,” he muttered darkly before his lips crashed into Rory’s and destroyed all his brain cells.
I’ve been waiting a lifetime… It was Rory’s last thought as instinct took over. Rig’s ass tightened around his cock, David’s tongue tangling with his, teeth biting lips aggressively.
Yes. More. God, please, don’t stop.
There were no more words. Just the sounds of slippery flesh, harsh groans and gasps of pleasure as the three of them strained together. Rory grew dizzy, his rhythm faltering as he struggled for breath, but David wouldn’t stop kissing him.
Neither of them would let go. Even when he came down Rig’s throat it was Rory’s mouth he shouted into. Rory’s tongue he sucked as his hips jerked hard with the force of his release.
Rig dropped his forehead to the floor, finally crying out Rory’s name as he came without a single stroke to his dick, his muscles clenching so tightly in his throes that Rory was forced to join him.
And still David wouldn’t stop kissing him.
Heaven. He was in heaven and he couldn’t stop coming. He never wanted to fall back down to earth again.
He never wanted to let them go.
Chapter Six
He wasn’t sure what time it was or where his clothes were, but David knew that nothing barring a zombie apocalypse could get him to move from this spot on the floor. Not as long as Rory was curled up behind him like a hot, delicious spoon.
He’d been awake when Rig had rolled off the couch, taken out the dogs and fed them before starting a pot of coffee. Then he’d mumbled something about a weight room and disappeared, leaving David with a smile and the memories of last night that kept replaying in his mind.
Rory behind Rig while David took his mouth. The wild, almost violent passion of it that called out to him. The gentle touching and kissing that followed, that none of them were able to stop entirely until they all passed out in a pile in the living room, thoroughly exhausted.
This morning he wanted more. The taste he’d had made him greedy for everything. To feel what Rig felt. What Rory felt. He wanted all of it, and he wanted it yesterday. He was a grown man and it was as though he’d just experienced sex for the first time. It had turned him into an instant addict.
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