“Thank you.” He held the warm cotton up to his nose and inhaled. Her jeans quickly followed, though they missed the mark and ended up half-draped over his leg. The scent of her arousal clung to the denim. It made his head spin.
The sight of their bodies, pale and glowing in the light shining from the bathroom, had Josh nearly out of his mind with want. The logistics of having Oliver bent across Beth’s knee escaped him for a moment. He wanted to be able to see everything—touch and smell them as they got turned on. The bed was too far away, and he wasn’t willing to give up his perch.
“Oliver, come here and get on your hands and knees in front of me.”
The younger man took a deep breath and gave him a shaky smile before complying. The curve of his ass was too tempting to resist. Josh hesitated for half a second before he slid his hand over the firm muscle and squeezed.
“I can’t wait to fuck your ass.”
Oliver shivered but didn’t protest the idea. Thank God.
“Beth, I want you to come here. Straddle his back, facing his ass.”
She got into the position with little difficulty. Still holding on to Oliver, Josh ran the back of his free hand down the side of Beth’s thigh. Her skin was soft and hair-free, where Oliver’s was rough from the coarse hairs. She was staring down, her hands clenching at her sides as Josh continued to massage the firm muscle.
“Have you ever spanked anyone?” Josh kept his voice low, soothing, so as to not scare either of them.
“No.” She swallowed hard. “Will I hurt him?”
Oliver groaned. “I think that’s part of the point.”
Josh grinned and kept his gaze on Beth as he released Oliver only long enough to land a hard smack against his cheek. Oliver gasped.
“You won’t do any lasting damage to him, though it’s good to be concerned for his safety.” Taking her by the wrist, Josh placed her palm where Oliver’s skin now pinked. “He’s warm.”
He pulled back to give Beth room to explore. Oliver held amazingly still. Josh didn’t think he’d be able to be as patient if their roles were reversed. Oliver’s cock was hanging heavy between his thighs, practically screaming for someone to reach out and touch it.
Josh would. But not yet.
Beth began to knead both globes of Oliver’s ass. Her thumbs brushed the crease, but didn’t go further. Her eyes fully dilated, she cocked her head, waiting for Josh to tell her what to do next.
“Stand up a bit. Hold his hip with one hand, to brace yourself. If you lose your balance you both might get hurt. Start with a light slap. Aim for the center of one cheek.”
Beth took a deep breath and let her hand fly. The slap of skin on skin echoed in the room, and the three of them seemed to exhale as one.
“Perfect,” Josh whispered. “Do it again.”
She closed her eyes for a moment, and slapped him harder. Oliver’s head dropped forward and he widened his stance. The shift opened him up more, giving Josh a perfect view.
“He likes that.” Josh shifted his position so he could lean into Oliver’s field of vision. “Don’t you?”
“Yes.” The word came out half hiss, half sigh.
Josh grabbed him by the chin, lifting his face to force the young man to look him in the eye. “What’s that?”
“Yes, sir.”
Fuck. Josh pressed down hard on his cock to keep from coming. “Beth, keep spanking him. Different spots, different timings. Keep him guessing. Try and go harder if you’re able.”
He waited until she landed her next blow before he leaned in and sucked on Oliver’s bottom lip. There was something sweet about having someone give up control, letting Josh direct them to places they wouldn’t go on their own. Oliver shook as Josh deepened the kiss, running his tongue across teeth and tongue to search out the places to elicit a reaction. He didn’t let up until his lungs screamed for air. He’d happily black out if he could lose himself in these two.
Keeping his gaze fixed on Oliver, he reached over and slid his hand up the inside of Beth’s thigh. Moisture from her pussy had soaked her panties. Dipping his finger beneath the lace edge, he teased the bare flesh beneath.
He couldn’t stop his moan at the glorious feeling. “Fuck, you should feel her. Her pussy is bald and she’s so wet you could drink her down.” He pressed his finger deep into her cunt as she landed another spank on Oliver.
“Christ, Josh.” Beth cried out, thrusting her hips down on him. “Killing me.”
“I want to taste her.” Oliver’s voice shook as much as his body. “Please, Josh, let me.”
Josh pumped his hand into Beth hard, curling his fingers to soak them as much as possible. Beth’s pants and Oliver’s soft begging filled Josh’s every sense. He wanted more.
The wetness clung to his fingers as he pulled free from Beth. “Keep spanking him. He needs more.” She didn’t have the strength or technique yet to make a lasting sting. He’d work on that with her.
Oliver’s mouth opened, eager for a taste, before Josh even pressed his fingers to his lips. The suction against his digits promised Josh that a stellar blow job was in his future. Oliver swirled his tongue to capture every drop of Beth’s juices.
It was almost too much. Pulling his hand free, Josh captured Oliver’s chin. He loved the way the younger man’s breath rolled over his fingers.
“Let’s move this to the bed.” Josh licked along the seam of Oliver’s mouth. “I want you both stretched out where I can play.”
Beth’s bright laugher filled the room as she stepped away from Oliver. Before he had a chance to get up, Josh leaned in and gave him two hard slaps to his ass. The sound had Beth jump. “Shit.”
“That’s how you make him feel it.” Josh squeezed Oliver’s hip as he helped him stand. “You did, didn’t you?”
Nodding seemed to be a challenge, but Oliver managed. “Burns good.”
“I’ll make it so much better.” Josh bit down on Oliver’s shoulder over the tip of a tattooed barb. “Move.”
He knew he was being greedy, taking joy in watching them twist and stretch for his pleasure. In that moment Josh realized that, if he did this, went down this road with both of them by his side, there was the distinct possibility he’d become hooked. Doomed to repeat his own mistakes—Paul and Sadie the sequel. From hell. The revenge. Whatever.
Beth combed her fingers through her hair. For the moment, she was focused on Oliver, which gave Josh the perfect opportunity to take in her profile. Recently she’d been lacking her usual unassuming confidence, but her understated sexiness was a blessing after the constant onslaught of in-your-face he lived every day at the club. She had become his center in the sexed-up storm of his life. Normal in a world of extremes.
He really didn’t have a handle yet on what Oliver gave him. But he would.
“Oliver.” Josh waited for the word to penetrate through his sex-addled brain. “Do you still want to taste her?”
Before Josh could say another words, Oliver rolled over to press against Beth, pushing aside her bra. Oliver’s words were nearly lost on her skin as he licked at the underneath side of her breast. “Watch her all day. Want to…need to have her.”
“You can, if you’re a good boy.” Josh climbed onto the side of the bed, staying high on his knees. He pulled Oliver back by the hair and ignored his groan. “Now Beth, I want you to take off those panties and toss them my way.”
She was as anxious as Oliver and moved with a speed he normally didn’t associate with her. The juice-soaked fabric left a damp mark on his chest where it landed.
Beth smirked. “Sorry about that.”
“When was the last time someone went down on you?” God, he almost hated to ask.
“Mitch, and he didn’t very often. He said it grossed him out.”
“Mitch was a fuckup.” Oliver
jerked in Josh’s hold, almost struggling to get away. “Let me go. I want her.”
“Are you going to show her how good it can be, to have a real man between her legs? Devouring her cunt?”
Oliver groaned.
“Are you going to suck on her clit and push your fingers so deep in her she explodes all over your face? Fuck her pussy with your hand?”
“Yes, yes, yes please. Let me.”
Beth’s face flushed and a fine sheen of sweat covered her skin. And while all this was clearly new to her—being with two men—she was excited to learn and try. Wanted to please and be pleased. Her hands were skimming her stomach, teasing the skin as she silently taunted them. He wasn’t about to say no.
Josh let go of Oliver’s hair, giving him a gentle shove in the direction of her pussy. “I want you to make her scream. Make her squirt if you can. I want to see her juices all over your face.”
Oliver jumped into position, pushing Beth’s thighs up until her knees touched her chest. Her bare pussy shone in the light, her arousal dampening her skin. He inhaled deep and gently bit the inside of her thigh.
“So good, baby,” he muttered against her skin. “Wanted to do this…for so…”
What little vocabulary Oliver had left evaporated as he licked a long, slow path up from her asshole to her clit. The expression on her face told Josh as much as her breathless, “Oh God.”
“No one do that for you, sweets?” Josh shifted so he could lie down alongside her. Now not only could he see Oliver work, he could reach her nipples. “I take it your boy Mitch would think eating your ass was more disgusting than your beautiful pussy. He didn’t know the pleasure he could give a woman that way. You’ve needed a real man. Men.”
Her mouth was open and her tongue dipped out to rest along the inside of her bottom lip, arching up. Josh leaned in and flicked his tongue over her erect nipple, trying to match Oliver’s rhythm. It didn’t take long before her moans filled the room. Shit, it was the most amazing sound ever.
“Make her come, Oliver. Use your fingers and coax it out of her. Press into her cunt and work her over. That’s it.”
The younger man caught and held Josh’s gaze as he did as commanded. Beth reached out and pressed her hand into Josh’s hair, pulling harder as her orgasm approached. The two of them continued to work her body, playing it like seasoned pros. They fell into a rhythm of sucking and licking, a silent communication passing between them. Josh gave one slow blink and in almost perfect timing, they both sucked hard, pushing Beth over the edge.
Her screams were the best music. The sharp bite of pain along his scalp as her fingers dug into the sensitive flesh sent a jolt along the length of his cock. Only once she started begging did they pull back.
Oliver’s face was damp with her come, glistening as much as Beth’s pussy. His eyes were wide and his short hair was tousled. It almost reminded Josh of Paul and their night together with Sadie. Except Paul hadn’t looked at Josh like he wanted to suck his brain out through his cock. And Sadie had never tugged at his shoulder and whispered, “Josh, kiss me. Now.”
He’d never been a strong enough man to resist a request from a beautiful woman.
Beth’s body had softened from the power of her release. She was nearly boneless beneath him as he caressed her body. With some effort, he remembered not to put too much weight on her as he explored her mouth, neck and shoulder with his tongue.
Another body climbed against them both. “Me too.”
It wasn’t so much a kiss as the sloppy brush of mouths together. He could feel Oliver thrusting against Beth. They weren’t fucking, but Oliver ground his cock against her thigh. His hips took on a life of their own, bucking forward to match the beat.
“Shit,” she whispered. “Yeah, I want you both to do that. Come all over me.”
Oliver pressed his forehead to her breast, his hand grabbing hold of Josh’s arm. “Can’t stop.”
“Don’t.” Josh reached across and latched on to Oliver’s shoulder. They were trapped together, humping and grinding, holding on to each other for dear life. It hadn’t been what Josh was planning, but somehow it was perfect.
The flush on Oliver’s neck deepened a minute before his body lost the graceful rhythm that had taken over command of his body. That was the only warning of his orgasm. Oliver didn’t scream, but the long, guttural groan was exactly what Josh wanted to hear.
Different and wonderful. He lost himself in the magic, the unexpected delight of doing everything expected and yet veering off to a place he hadn’t traveled to before. Josh closed his eyes and tried to memorize the smell of Beth and the feel of Oliver’s come against her thigh and his fingers.
Those few thoughts were obliterated as his pleasure set his body on fire. His muscles tightened and his brain short-circuited as sheer joy took over every empty spot in his body. He came hard, the hot semen guiding his way, making his thrusting even easier. The last wave of pleasure waned, leaving him a mindless heap.
No one spoke for a long while. A tiny voice in the back of his head whispered that now would be the moment one of them would say something. Thank you for the great evening, Josh, and gee, look at the time.
Beth took a deep breath, but instead of words, she let out a soft sigh. Oliver chuckled.
This was…different. Chancing a glance, Josh was surprised to see the two lounging together, more relaxed than he remembered. Together in his bed.
Oliver cracked open an eye, a sleepy smile crossing his lips. “You okay, boss-man?”
He nodded. “We better get Beth cleaned up or she’ll hate us in the morning.” There was something soothing about wiping her belly with the tissue. It felt right to take care of her. “Blanket?”
“Shit yes, I’m freezing.” Beth sighed again, this time turning on her side. “Can I use your shower in the morning?”
In the morning? It was a novel idea. “Sure. I can’t promise girly soap though.”
“I’m just thankful you have a king-sized bed.” Oliver made a snuffling sound as he spooned around Beth. “Don’t want to land on my ass once you two get all comfy.”
As they settled down and their breathing evened out, Josh lay on his side, watching them. Despite the strength of his release, his body still hummed. This was different and new. He tried not to think about the potential, about how badly he wanted this. To be a part of something.
Oliver and Beth.
Paul and Sadie.
Careful not to disturb them, he rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. Shit, what the hell was he doing?
Chapter Eight
At some point Josh had drifted off into a fitful sleep. The dream started off pleasantly enough. He was at the club, walking naked through the building. The sounds of fucking filled the air, making him hard and desperate to join in. People were sprawled out on the floor in heaps, limbs tangled together as they ground against one another. His name was being called out, but he didn’t know by whom. He needed to find that voice.
Josh shivered as the desire-filled moans grew louder, tempting him from his chosen path to come closer. No, he couldn’t—he had to stay focused.
Ignoring the grabbing hands, he moved down the too-long hallway, searching each room for the voice. Wait, not a voice. Voices.
He knew it was a dream, but it didn’t make opening the door at the end of the hall any less difficult. Standing in the center of the room were his parents. Loud discussions had filled his childhood with noise. Painful silences punctuated his teen years. And when his mother shifted her attacks toward him, the echo of her shouts still rang in his ears.
The words coming from them made no sense, as though he was hearing them underwater. Neither noticed his presence as he stood there bared before them. As the pointing and sharp tones grew louder, Josh wanted to rush between them and beg them to stop. There wa
s no point. This was about him, always the root of their problems.
Useless. Perverted. Whore.
His mother spun around to face him. Josh froze in place, his feet unwilling to take him away from the hate and rage directed at him. She’d only gone a few paces toward him when his dad reached out and grabbed her by the arm. Their shouts rose in volume, giving Josh the shove he needed to flee.
He nearly got out of the room when Paul and Sadie appeared wrapped in each other’s arms by the door. They were smiling and happy, but ignored him as they laughed at a shared joke. Josh turned again. His parents were gone, even as their shouts lingered, chasing him as he moved back through the club. Jagged shapes rose up through the walls, reaching for him. There was no comfort anywhere. Nowhere for him to sit and rest. God, he was tired.
Stumbling out into the main club, Josh was suddenly alone in the cavernous space. Leather and chains, restraints and equipment of all shapes and sizes filled the room. Everything familiar, and yet twisted around so he didn’t know what things were. Trapped in the shrinking space, he couldn’t find a way out. Everything rose up, higher and higher until the mound reached the ceiling.
The top of the pile hit the rafters, wavered for a moment, before crashing down on top of him.
Josh sucked in a gasp as he sat up. Swinging his legs around, he braced his hands on his knees and tried to get his breathing under control. Shit, it had been months since he’d had that dream. What the hell had brought it on?
“Josh?” It was Oliver’s voice, but Beth’s hand on his shoulder.
“Go back to sleep.”
“Are you okay?” Beth pressed a kiss to the middle of his back. “Bad dream?”
“I’m good.” He turned, sliding away from her touch. “I’ll be back in a bit.”
Not wanting to see their faces, Josh strode into the bathroom and closed the door. Unexplained panic made it hard to breathe and had his heart racing. He leaned on the sink and tried to relax, get his body under control. It was just a stupid dream, one he’d had off and on for years. It was stupid and unpredictable and now over. Hell, Beth and Oliver didn’t even seem to mind being ripped from their own pleasant dreams while he freaked out.
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