A Daring Journey

by Jeanne St. James

  Damon came around them to stand in front of Trevor. “Tell me what I need to know at this very moment. Everything else can wait. Tell me what’s going to affect you or us when it comes to intimacy. The rest we can sort through later. Because no matter what it is, we’ll get through it.”

  Trevor’s back surged against her as he inhaled deeply. “I was always your bottom—”

  “It’s what you wanted,” Damon responded quickly, his words tinged with surprise.

  “Yes, and it’s still what I want.”

  “And?” Damon encouraged softly.

  “It’s important you know this before we go any further. I have some scarring...”

  Mac closed her eyes and squeezed her arms tighter.

  “I... I don’t have to...” Mac had never heard Damon so unsure of himself.

  Trevor jerked in her arms. “No, I want you to. It just takes... a little more effort... time...”

  “Baby,” Damon whispered, sounding like his heart was breaking.

  “I want this,” Trevor said more firmly. “I need this, Day. I need you.” He grabbed Mac’s arm tighter and moved her around until she stood in front with her back to him. He hooked his arm around the front of her shoulders and pulled her against him. “And I want her, too. She’s the bridge that will allow us to reconnect, Day. I just know it.”

  Mac wasn’t so sure about that, but she wasn’t going to argue. In time they’d figure out if that was true or not.

  They had a lot to figure out. But right now, she and Trevor were naked and Damon was the only one still dressed.

  Paige had said that the three of them needed to be equal to make the relationship work. Even if that relationship only lasted one night. So, in Mac’s eyes, Damon needed to be naked, too. He needed to be just as vulnerable as her and Trevor. He needed to be at their level.

  Him wearing his clothes wasn’t achieving that.

  Maybe it was time for her to take charge. Even if only for the moment.

  “Damon’s wearing too many clothes, Trevor, don’t you agree?” She rolled her head along his chest until she could smile up at him. Things had also gotten way too heavy in the room for her liking. The atmosphere needed to change.

  Tonight should be fun, sexy and enlightening. And while some unknowns had come to light, it wasn’t what they expected at first.

  She wanted to be intimate with both these men. And while she was nervous about it, she was excited, too.

  She expected their relationship—again, however long it lasted—to have growing pains. Paige had said things had become a little rocky in the beginning before they smoothed out. And watching her, Connor and Grae together the other night, showed Mac how good it could be. How natural. And how much three people could love each other unconditionally.

  They were a long way from the two men feeling any love for her. If it even headed in that direction.

  And she shouldn’t be thinking that far in advance anyway. She should be concentrating on the intimacy part first. Because if they didn’t mesh physically, it might not even be worth continuing.

  She met Damon’s eyes. “Damon, you’re wearing too many clothes.”

  The corners of his lips curled just slightly, but enough for her to catch it. Then after a ghost of a nod, he said, “Trev, take off my clothes.”

  “I can help,” Mac said after Trevor pulled away from her.

  “No, I want you on the bed watching.”

  That sounded good, too.

  Trevor was starting to unbutton Damon’s shirt when Mac turned and within a few steps was climbing onto her bed. She settled on her stomach, facing them with her head toward the foot of the bed, propping it in her hand.

  She was going to appreciate this show.

  She had imagined Trevor and Damon together, now she would actually witness it. She squeezed her thighs together as the heat pooled at her center.

  Trevor took his time removing Damon’s shirt. Unlike Mac while undressing Trevor, he trailed his fingers over the man’s curves and planes. It wasn’t only his fingers, he’d brush his lips over any exposed skin he could reach. Once the dress shirt fluttered to the carpet, Trevor tugged at Damon’s tank top. The white cotton against Damon’s dark skin emphasized how rich and smooth his skin tone was.

  Trevor was in no rush to remove it, instead sliding his palms under the undershirt and up Damon’s belly, the fabric gathering as he went.

  Trevor’s hands moved under the cotton over Damon’s nipples and stayed there for a long moment. Damon sank his teeth into his bottom lip. Whatever Trevor was doing, Damon clearly enjoyed. But she wanted that tank top off him. She wanted to see Damon naked.

  “Anticipation,” whispered through Mac’s mind.

  They had lost momentum when they had seen Trevor’s scars and tattoos, but now things were heating up again.

  Damon jerked off his shirt instead of waiting for Trevor and tossed it aside. Then he reached for the other man, grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss.

  Mac groaned at the same time they did. Watching the two men kiss so desperately made every sensitive area on her body clench hard and begin to throb.

  Trevor pulled away and moved to stand behind Damon, using his hips to turn him to make sure Mac had a clear view. Reaching around Damon, he began to slowly push down the pants that had already been hanging open from earlier. He removed them the same way Mac had done his, going to his knees to remove Damon’s shoes once his pants and boxer briefs were gathered at the man’s ankles.

  But now that Damon was completely naked, Trevor smoothed his hands up Damon’s legs, exploring every inch, learning his former lover’s body all over again.

  Mac didn’t miss when Damon had to lock his knees, which was when one of Trevor’s hands disappeared from her sight, while the other slipped under Damon’s balls, cupping them for a moment, then circling the root of his erection.

  While Trevor stroked Damon slowly, his mouth was pressed against the back of Damon’s neck, causing the darker man to shudder and his eyes to drift almost shut. But they didn’t close completely, instead he stayed focused on Mac.

  She was tempted to leap from the bed and demand to see what Trevor was doing to Damon from behind. Her imagination was running wild, but she forced herself to remain still, to stoke that imagination, to let that anticipation build from a flame to a roaring bonfire.

  Damon’s mouth moved but Mac didn’t catch what he said. Whatever it was had Trevor releasing him, stepping back and approaching the bed where Mac waited.

  Keeping her eyes on Damon as he approached the bottom of the bed, she was very aware of Trevor’s weight causing the mattress to sink when he came from the side.

  When Damon reached out, she thought he was going to touch her, but he didn’t. He snagged the belt off the bed where he had previously thrown it, rolled the leather around his fist and stared at it for a moment.

  Was he planning on using the belt tonight?

  Before she could say anything, he tossed it back toward their discarded clothes.

  The few seconds of tension she felt while he had studied the leather strap fled quickly.

  Mac had an open mind and as long as she enjoyed it and wasn’t hurt, she didn’t mind trying new things. But after seeing Trevor’s scars, she didn’t think tonight would be a good night to experiment.

  Instead, tonight should just be about the three of them. Exploring. Enjoying. Testing the waters. Damon and Trevor reconnecting and Mac taking part in that, too.

  She was so distracted by Damon’s expression, his physique, as he stood there with his commanding presence at the end of the bed, his cock only inches from her mouth, that when Trevor crawled up over her body, she squeaked in surprise.

  That cut the tension in the room for a split moment as she laughed at her reaction. Damon’s serious expression disappeared as he broke into a grin.

  Trevor chuckled against her skin as he placed his lips at the top of her spine and began to trail them down, the tip of his tongue sweepin
g along her skin as he went.

  A little breath escaped her as she divided her attention this time, to not only Damon, who still stood watching, but to what Trevor was doing. Above her ass cheeks, he sucked her flesh into his mouth, making her groan, his fingers traced along the outer curves.

  He kissed a spot almost in her crease, lifted his head and said, “You have a freckle here. I should’ve claimed that one instead.”

  He could have all the freckles. So could Damon. Her voice was husky when she suggested, “How about you two share my freckles?”

  “We certainly can do that,” Damon answered, moving closer to the edge of the bed.

  She was just about eye to eye with his cock, so she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out like she did earlier.

  But Damon shook his head and said, “Mouth closed.” And when she closed it, he murmured, “Good girl.”

  She had no idea what it was, but when he said that, it made heat rush through her. She should hate it; tell him it’s degrading. Though when he said it, it felt... right.

  She wanted to do things so he’d tell her that again and again.

  She wanted to be his good girl.

  Maybe it was what it meant to be a “pet.” Had Trevor been told he was a “bad boy” and had been punished for it? Had he purposely done things to be punished?

  Trevor was now running his tongue up and down the crease of her ass, sometimes hesitating on a spot she never had licked before. He’d circle a couple times then continue upward, go back down, circle again.

  His fingers slipped between her folds and she knew what he found. Her sopping wet, ready for them. She didn’t need any more foreplay; the anticipation alone was all that was needed.

  But that didn’t mean she still wasn’t nervous about all of this. It was one thing to have sex with Damon. She hadn’t even had sex with Trevor yet and their first time would be with Damon participating. Or... she could look at it like the second time with Damon and Trevor would be participating.

  Either way, it was a little nerve-wracking. She almost wanted to tell Damon that he should get intimate with Trevor and she could watch, then once she felt confident about it, she would join in.

  Though, if that happened, she may enjoy watching too much. She made a mental note that in the future, if this continued, she’d simply enjoy being a voyeur, be a fly on the wall while watching the two men together.

  She shuddered and realized she had closed her eyes, once again picturing that.

  Trevor lifted his head. “You don’t like it?”

  “She likes it,” Damon answered for her. “I’m watching her face. Her reactions. Though you’re holding back, MacKenzie. You just need to enjoy what Trevor is doing to you. If you need to squirm, do so. If you need to be vocal, we want to hear it. Just go with it.”

  “I’ve never had anyone do what he’s doing.”

  Damon smiled again. “You don’t like it?” His tone was more teasing than serious.

  “It’s growing on me.”

  He tipped his head back and laughed. “Good to know. Then you won’t mind if I do it?”

  “Now?”

  “No, I have other plans. Later. Or next time.”

  Next time.

  Her brain became scrambled as Trevor slipped two fingers in and out of her, occasionally brushing her clit with the tip of his thumb. Just enough to tease but not take her over. But if he continued to do what he was doing with his tongue and his fingers, she was sure she would.

  So was Damon, apparently, as the man squatted in front of her, going eye to eye. “Make her come. I want to watch her face when she finally lets go and stops holding back.”

  “I’m not,” she insisted, though it sounded a little too breathless.

  “You are. Stop it. Be a good girl and just let it happen.”

  Be a good girl.

  She let her mind go as she kept eye contact with Damon as he demanded again, “Baby, make her come.”

  Relax. Let it happen, she told herself. Damon’s face became hazy as she concentrated on what Trevor was doing. Tongue, fingers, teeth...

  He was so good at that. He was younger than Damon by a few years from what she could guess, so she wondered if he learned some of his technique from him. If so, he had the best teacher.

  Telling herself to relax became futile when his fingers curled and teased, his tongue stroked, circled and dipped.

  “Let go.”

  Did Damon actually say that, or did she imagine it?

  Either way, she told herself to let go. Her orgasm built up like a crescendo and a second later that wave crested, rushing through her, sweeping her along with it.

  As her mouth opened to cry out, Damon closed the gap between them, pressing his lips against hers, capturing it. She let her eyes finally close as she not only savored his kiss, his taste, but the little after-quakes she was experiencing since Trevor hadn’t stopped, but only slowed down.

  When Damon released her mouth, he told Trevor, “Good boy,” then ordered Mac, “On your back.”

  Before she could turn her boneless body over, Trevor did it for her, and straddled her thighs, giving her a smile.

  She returned it.

  Chapter 16

  Trevor was desperate for Damon to take him. To feel that connection once more. He’d missed it. He’d missed the man who was now behind him on the bed.

  While he was thrilled that Damon was giving him a second chance, and happy that Mac made it so, he was disappointed that Damon wouldn’t take him tonight. Trevor knew it was because he confessed to the scarring.

  Damon was worried.

  And while Trevor appreciated his concern, he knew tonight might not be enough for him. So, things needed to work out between the three of them.

  Damon had propped Mac’s head on a couple pillows and instructed Trevor to straddle her chest, facing Mac with his back to Damon.

  He’d asked Damon to lead and that was exactly what the man was doing.

  Trevor trusted the man’s instinct and, tonight, he would accept whatever Damon allowed him to have. It was a start. One that he was hoping for and lucky to have received.

  Again, thanks to Mac. He wasn’t sure that any of this would’ve happened if he hadn’t shown up at Mac’s doorstep. The risk had paid off.

  Another whispered, “Good boy,” sent a shudder through him.

  There had been many, many times when Trevor had been told, “Good boy” or “Good pet,” but while he had eaten that praise up from strangers, it was completely different when it came from Damon’s lips.

  It meant so much more.

  Damon said it with love and meaning. Something Trevor never found with those others. Mostly because that wasn’t what he’d been searching for.

  More often than not, he’d been told he was a bad boy or bad pet since he purposely did things to be “bad.” Being bad by not obeying meant punishment. And that was exactly what he had been looking for.

  Humiliation. Pain. Disgust.

  Things Damon would not or could not give him.

  But now, he was sure he was past that. His mind was healthier because he’d faced his demons head on and conquered them. Or, at least, recognized them for what they were.

  So tonight, he would relish every time Damon called him a “good boy.”

  Even though he was hardly a boy.

  Mac was hardly a girl. She didn’t seem to be repulsed or hate the fact that Damon had used the same praise on her. In fact, her reactions had shown those words turned her on.

  That was promising for both Damon and Trevor and the possibility of turning this into a solid polyamory relationship.

  But, no matter what, they needed to get through tonight first. And right now, even though he wouldn’t get the pleasure of Damon taking him, he’d get pleasure in other ways.

  Without a lot of talking, Damon had instructed Mac to once again take Trevor in her mouth.

  She did so without hesitation and that earned her another “good girl.”

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sp; And she was good. Very good.

  In fact, he wasn’t sure how long he would last as she worked his length up and down with her mouth. It also didn’t help that she had a wicked little tongue that drove him over the edge every time she swirled it around the head of his cock. And he couldn’t forget that her hands were just as dangerous. She had circled the root of his cock tightly with two fingers and was massaging his balls with her other hand.

  He had met some gay and bi men in his past who were hard to beat in the head department, including Damon, but Mac was right up with them. Every second that ticked by—or licked by—she rose up that list.

  He knew the exact moment Damon entered her. Her eyes flew open, she moaned around his cock, which pulled a moan from him as well, then her eyelids fluttered back closed and a look of bliss covered her face that Trevor could be a little jealous about.

  He reminded himself that jealousy had to stay outside of their threesome. That needed to remain locked out, not only on the other side of the bedroom door, but everywhere.

  He pushed that aside as Damon rocked against him, sliding smoothly in and out of Mac. Hearing the cap open on the small tube of lube Mac had taken from her drawer sent a thrill through him with anticipation. Damon had told Trevor how far they would take it tonight. And while he wanted what Mac was getting, he’d be getting something almost just as good.

  Damon tapped Trevor’s hip and Trevor rose higher on his knees and leaned forward just a little, which also pushed himself deeper into Mac’s mouth.

  Slick fingers slipped over his hole, stroking back and forth, encouraging him to open up. It was hard to relax with what Mac was doing but he tried. With the scar tissue built up, he wasn’t as soft or flexible as he used to be and that was Damon’s concern. While the man’s length was average, his girth wasn’t. And while in the past Trevor had larger things inside him than Damon’s cock, some of those things had been the cause of those scars.

  Some of those items he had welcomed, some not so much. But when you were tied down with chains, straps, rope and were gagged, there wasn’t anything he could do to stop it.