Calling the Shots

by Christine d'Abo

  Josh swallowed and his eyes narrowed, but he didn’t speak.

  “I bet you take yourself out and jerk off to the idea when you’re all alone.” Her breath caught in her throat and her face burned. She didn’t talk like this, raw and uncensored. But she couldn’t stop. “I bet you get all sweaty too. Your…your come would fall on your stomach.” She had to fight to keep her eyes open and watch Josh. “I bet you always imagine a man and a woman. You like having both.”

  Josh groaned and finally closed his eyes. “Fuck.”

  “Keep going, Oliver.” She pushed lightly on the back of his head, encouraging him to take more of Josh into his mouth, down his throat. “He’s going to come soon and I want you to swallow it down.”

  God, she was so wet now. Her pussy throbbed and Beth wanted nothing more than to reach between her legs and rub her clit. No, shit, she couldn’t do that. She wanted Oliver’s mouth there, licking and tasting the same way he was devouring Josh now.

  Soon.

  Beth bent down and pressed her lips to Oliver’s ear. Sweat trickled across his skin, filling her mouth with the taste of salt and desperation. “Oliver, I want you to play with his balls. Push your finger into his ass and really work him good. He’s too used to being in control. We need to break him of that very bad habit.”

  “Christ, Beth.” Josh’s voice was as taut as his muscles. “What’s gotten in to you?”

  “The two of you.” She gasped as a pulse of need had her squeezing her thighs together. “You’ve corrupted me.”

  “I like it.” Josh reached out and slid a hand up Oliver’s arm. “Both of you. Like this.”

  “I like you.” Leaning in, Beth caught his mouth in a messy kiss. “You take care of all of us, Josh. Let go and let us be there for you.”

  “Can’t.”

  “Yes you can.”

  Josh gasped.

  “What did he do?”

  “Pushed his finger in deep.” Josh squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before they opened wide. “Not going to last.”

  For a moment, Josh stopped breathing. His gaze was on her, but his attention shifted to Oliver and whatever he was doing with his mouth and fingers. Beth’s heart raced as she realized Josh was about to come.

  “Let go,” she whispered before sucking on his lip.

  Josh bucked his hips into Oliver’s eager mouth, who simply groaned his encouragement. Then Josh tensed as he came with a shout.

  Oliver’s happy noises pulled her attention away from Josh. Oliver pulled back, his lips shiny with spit and come. Beth had always been the one giving the blow jobs, so she’d never fully appreciated how beautiful someone was afterward. The swollen red of his lips, the flush over Oliver’s cheeks, the uneven gait of his breathing. Without thinking too much about it, she bent forward and pressed a kiss to his mouth.

  “Oliver…”

  “Your turn.” Without waiting for her permission, Oliver forced her skirt up, exposing her bare pussy. He shifted her around so her back was now to Josh and she could support herself with the couch.

  Strong arms wrapped around her from behind—Josh, supporting her suddenly shaking legs as Oliver buried his nose to the front of her panties. This was everything she’d ever wanted. She was safe, cared for. The touch of his tongue to her clit was almost enough to send her over the edge. Lifting her leg to rest it on his thigh, she relaxed back against Josh and closed her eyes.

  “Make me come, baby.”

  He latched his mouth onto her clit and sucked. The flick of his tongue against her super-sensitive nerves was all it took. Rolling pleasure short-circuited her brain. A scream lodged itself in her throat, refusing to break even as her climax heated her body. Only once she was released from the grip of her orgasm was she able to breathe again.

  The sound of their mutual panting was the only noise in the apartment for several minutes. Beth forced her eyes open to look at Oliver, still on his knees, looking flushed and wide-eyed.

  “Please,” he whispered. “Please, please, please.”

  She’d done this for him. Broken him free of whatever crap had locked him in his head. Made him forget everything except needing release—needing them. Without moving free out of Josh’s embrace, Beth scooted forward and worked Oliver’s pants open. His cock was in her hand, hot and hard, trapped enough to make it difficult for her to move. Not that she’d need a lot of room or time. With some difficulty, she loosened the ring and began to pump him with long, smooth strokes.

  On the third stroke, Oliver tensed and his eyes rolled back in his head. He clamped his hand down on her forearm as hot come seeped through her fingers to cling to the fabric of his pants. When he was done, she pulled her hand free and tugged Oliver to her.

  Encased in their arms, Beth had to fight back the urge to cry. In the span of a heartbeat these men had become two of the most important people in her life. They were more than friends and lovers, though she couldn’t quite put a label to the emotion stuck in her chest. They were hers, and if anyone forced her to choose between them she’d die. She wouldn’t do it, couldn’t separate one from the other in her mind.

  She belonged to both of them.

  God help her.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Beth’s body shook as she started to come down from her orgasm. Josh hugged her to his chest, and for a moment she let her mind drift on the wave of pleasure. She closed her eyes and did her best to memorize the sound of Oliver’s breathing, the hitch in Josh’s chest as he leaned in to nuzzle her neck.

  They’d become more than friends tonight. Something one step beyond lovers and into an area that scared Beth with its implications. She knew without a doubt that she could fall in love with both these men. Was dangerously close to the edge as it was, and for once in her life she didn’t want to be impulsive and screw this up.

  Whatever the hell it was.

  “Please tell me we’re not done.” Oliver cleared his throat. “Cause while that fucking rocked, I don’t want to be done.”

  Beth opened her eyes and looked down at Oliver. Sitting back on his feet, hands braced on his knees, he was looking up at them with wide, expectant eyes. He seemed to have taken to his role of bisexual submissive surprisingly fast, eagerly even. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to come to that realization about herself so late in her life.

  But she had.

  Shifting in Josh’s arms, Beth felt something click in her head, her own moment of clarity, and it was no less epic in size than Oliver’s. She was a switch. She liked to control and be controlled, please and take pleasure. She could fill a gap between Josh and Oliver, something to ensure the exchange of power flowed continuously between them.

  She was their missing link.

  “I’m not done with you.” Reaching down, she cupped his cheek. “I haven’t had a chance to play with my present yet.”

  Josh ran a hand up the middle of her back to squeeze her neck. “I think you might be in trouble. Good trouble.”

  “You might be in trouble too.” She cast a quick glance at him over her shoulder. “Maybe I’ll test-drive it on you first.”

  “Bring it.” Josh leaned forward to press his lips to her ear. Beth shivered, leaning into his warmth, relishing the unspoken control he had over them. “It would ruin the plans I have for you while you’re using it though.”

  “God,” she muttered.

  So much for taking charge.

  “Get naked.” There was no mistaking the steel in his voice now. Beth couldn’t help but obey. She pushed down her skirt. “Oliver, I want you to clear the area and lay the blanket from the couch on the floor. Then get on your hands and knees.”

  Beth kept her gaze locked on Oliver, enjoying the way his skin was revealed inch by inch as he stripped. There was something about seeing his tattoos stretched across his
fit frame, the way they shifted as he did, coming alive as if they were powered by his energy.

  “What do those mean?”

  Oliver kicked off his jeans and reached for the blanket. “What?”

  “The tattoos. They must mean something.”

  Oliver’s pause spoke volumes to Beth. Whatever his reason for getting them done originally, something had changed. Half expecting him to retreat or brush her off, she was surprised when he finished fixing the blanket, only to reach up and finger the wing of the bird.

  “They were supposed to be magpies. Two mean good luck or joy or something. I wasn’t big on the idea, so I got the guy to make them more like ravens. At least they’re more badass.”

  “It wasn’t your idea?” Why the hell would he mark his body like that if it wasn’t something he wanted for himself?

  Oliver dropped down to his hands and knees, his gaze fixed on the floor in front of him. “Don’t get me wrong, I wanted them. But not exactly what she had in mind.”

  She?

  “What about the others?” Josh pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the growing pile of clothing. “Were those your choice?”

  “Yeah. The words are from a poem I like. The rest…is personal.”

  Secrets. They all had them, but something didn’t feel right about Oliver keeping things from them. How had she grown this possessive this quickly?

  Beth slipped out of her panties. The corset had a cheater zipper, making it possible for her to get into the thing unassisted. But when she reached around to free herself, Josh stepped in and took over.

  “This is beautiful. You should wear it to work.”

  “You’d never get anything done if I did.”

  “Maybe not, but it would be worth the distraction.”

  Air rushed back into her lungs as he slowly slid the zipper down. Her nipples beaded in the cool air as Josh exposed them. “You’re beautiful.”

  She felt beautiful. No, she felt stunning, a goddess about to be worshiped, everything but her normal self. It could become an addiction, having this kind of attention on a regular basis. How could she ever be with anyone else after this? Would she ever want it to end?

  Josh gently bit the side of her neck. “Look at him down there, waiting patiently for us. Oliver is such a good boy. I bet he’d stay that way all night if we left him.”

  Her voice had fled, so all Beth could manage was a shaky nod.

  “But we don’t want to do that. We wouldn’t be able to put your present to use.” Licking the spot he’d previously nipped, Josh hummed as he ran his hands down her arms. “Go get the bag. I’ll help you put it on. And leave your shoes on. I like the way it shapes your ass.”

  The nerves she’d been expecting to creep up earlier finally hit her. As she moved to do what Josh wanted, she tried to relax and work through the buzzing in her blood that was making her twitchy. Oliver would like this. Josh wouldn’t let her hurt him. There was no reason not to freak.

  So why the hell couldn’t she stop?

  Beth pulled out the harness and the silicon cock, letting the bag fall. The weight of it in her hands was a comfort and a concern. If she were going to use this on herself, Beth wouldn’t have been too concerned. Sure it was big, but there was nothing wrong with working a good-sized cock into her. But she wasn’t going to be on the receiving end this time, Oliver was. And she didn’t know if it was something he’d be able to handle.

  “Step into the harness. It’s like putting on a thong, with a little something extra in the front.” Josh stepped up and grabbed the bag. “There should be lube in here too. We don’t want to hurt the poor boy.”

  “What the hell are the two of you doing?”

  “Eyes down!” Beth was shocked by the force in her voice. “No looking until I say.”

  “I think you’ll have no problems.” Josh was smiling, but there was something more behind his eyes. “Are you comfortable? We can adjust it.”

  The thin leather covered the front of her pussy, and it in turn was covered with a plastic base. The cock was held in place by some heavy rings, leather tabs and snaps. It was solid enough that Beth wouldn’t have to worry about it coming off, but light enough for her to still be able to move.

  “Yeah. I can move okay and it doesn’t feel too loose.” Dear God, she had a cock.

  “Let me help you gear up then.” Josh grabbed the shaft and shifted it into position. “We’ll go slow and make sure this is good for him. And if you do it right, you’ll get a treat of your own.”

  He lifted her chin and kissed her hard. Beth opened up to him immediately, still overwhelmed that she was here with Josh. Under his spell, she lost control of her body, which swayed forward on its own volition, seeking out his warmth and strength.

  Beth broke the kiss with a gasp, shocked when she realized that Josh was still holding the cock in his hand. “Lube me up?”

  “Oh, yeah. But only after we get our boy opened up and ready.”

  Josh directed her to kneel behind Oliver, between his legs. The return to this position, behind him and in control, had Beth’s head swimming. Fuck, she loved this, the rush from the control, knowing she was going to make Oliver’s body shake from pleasure.

  “You need to push some lube into him, stretch him open with your fingers so the muscles will relax enough. Here, like this.”

  Oliver moaned as Josh squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his finger and pressed into his hole. Beth’s heart rate doubled as Oliver swallowed the digit, only for Josh to pull back and do it again.

  “You’re smaller than me. Try now with two.”

  Beth mimicked Josh’s earlier actions and put a large amount of lube on her fingers. Careful not to hurt him with her nails, she worked two fingers into his body. Oh God, she was inside him. Touching him somewhere she’d never have considered touching a man before, Beth swore she felt his heartbeat with every thrust in.

  “Scissor your fingers.” Josh encouraged her by grabbing her forearm and increasing the pace of her thrusts. “That’s it. Now add a third finger.”

  It didn’t take long before Oliver was moaning, thrusting back onto her hand. “God, fuck me. Someone. Please.”

  “I think someone is getting impatient.” Josh squirted more lube onto the palm of his hand and reached for the silicon cock. “I’m not sure if I like that.”

  “Please, Josh. Please.” Oliver’s head sagged down. “I—I need—”

  Beth couldn’t wait any longer. She gently slapped Josh’s hand away and lined up the tip of the cock to Oliver’s ass. “Hold still.”

  “Beth—”

  “I said hold still.” She pulsed her hips forward and watched, fascinated, as the tip began to disappear into him. “Shit, you should see this.”

  “Now you know why men like to fuck so much.” Josh had moved behind her, his hands on her hips. “That’s it, go slow.”

  With each thrust, the strap-on rubbed against her clit. Her arousal was already high and it didn’t take much to get her close to release. But the effort of fucking Oliver kept her from going over the edge into bliss. It was hard work, being in control, making it good for the other person. But when Oliver groaned, spread his legs and began to fuck back against her, Beth knew it was something she’d never get enough of doing.

  Josh’s fingers dug into her hips and held her back. “Wait. Christ, wait a second.”

  “No!” Oliver dropped his upper body to the floor, which thrust his ass in the air. “Don’t stop.”

  “Trust me. You’ll like this better.” Josh pushed at Beth’s shoulder. “Lean forward a bit.”

  She had no idea what he was planning, not until his fingers pulled aside the strap between her ass cheeks and slid a finger along her wet pussy. “Yes.”

  “You want that, baby? You want me to fuck you while you
fuck him?”

  She’d fantasized about Josh for months after Mitch had left. It was her one deep desire that she’d never vocalized to anyone. The one thing she regretted hadn’t happened the first time the three of them had fucked. She hadn’t realized she was holding her breath until the sound of a condom wrapper being opened reached her, and she gasped.

  The first press of Josh’s cock against her was almost enough to make her come. She was pressed between the two of them, sweat and smells mingling, making her clit throb and her chest constrict. Cocooned in a web of lust and something close to love, trapped forever by these men. She silently prayed they wouldn’t realize how badly she had it for them. Then all thoughts stopped as Josh filled her completely.

  He pressed his nose to her shoulder, his body rigid as he took several deep breaths. “We’ll have to work together.”

  “Like you did with Oliver before.” This time she was going to be an active participant in the fucking, rather than simply accepting their pleasure. She preferred it.

  “Just like that. You go first and I’ll follow your lead.”

  Beth bit down on her bottom lip, needing the pain to help clear her lust-addled brain. “I’m close to coming.”

  “You can come when you want. You too, Oliver.”

  The other man was either unable to answer, or too enthralled with the pleasure to bother. Beth thrust harder than before, making sure to get his attention. “Josh was speaking to you.”

  “Yes! Fuck, yes. Want to come.”

  She continued to set a punishing pace. “Good. You tell me before you do. Understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “I said understand?”

  “Yes!”

  Beth groaned when Josh leaned harder against her and matched her pace with his. It was the most amazing sensation, thrusting into Oliver, pushing him toward pleasure while Josh fucked her, the movement forcing her clit against the hard shell of the strap-on. She was his and Oliver was hers. Together they climbed to heights none of them would be able to achieve alone.