“If it gets to be too much, tell me. Remember, open communication.”
She nodded.
He slipped his fingers under the thin straps of her camisole and slid them off her shoulders, then he pushed the top down until her breasts were bare and the gathered fabric acted as a shelf, pushing them up. Running his fingers over them, he marveled at the difference of skin tones. He was so dark compared to her pale skin. Her freckles were few and far between on her breasts, but they were there. He ran the tip of his finger from one to the other, connecting them in an invisible pattern.
Mac inhaled a shaky breath.
He brushed his thumb over a noticeable one next to her nipple.
“I claim that one,” came from Trevor, who hadn’t moved from his spot near the bed.
Damon’s eyes flicked up to him.
“You claimed the one near her elbow. I want that one. It’s mine.”
Damon traced the tip of his tongue around the edge of her ear. “That’s his.”
Mac’s breathing became more ragged.
Damon continued his exploration of her breasts, circling his fingers around the small, tight nipples but not touching them. Instead he teased. He wanted her squirming for his touch.
He continued to circle and draw paths over the soft skin of her breasts.
“Please,” she whimpered.
He ignored her plea, instead grabbing the gathered camisole and pulling it up over her breasts and head, before tossing it aside. He ran his fingers along her ribs, over the tuck of her waist, then the slight curve of her hips, hooking his thumbs into the elastic waistband of her cotton shorts and, as he slowly slipped them down, he made sure to take her panties along for the ride.
He paused just above the small patch of fire red hair. He again lifted his gaze to Trevor, whose eyes were hooded, his feet planted wide, his hand moving faster over his erection through his jeans.
Trevor met his gaze and whispered, “Fuck.”
“Have you seen it yet?” The answer better be...
“No.”
Mac drew Damon’s attention again when she started to tremble.
“Anticipation,” he whispered and swept the shorts and panties down her thighs, allowing them to drop around her bare feet. “Step out, face me and drop to your knees.”
Damon ignored a noise coming from Trevor, concentrating instead on Mac as she did as she was told. Damon’s body hummed, his balls pulled tight and his cock was aching for relief.
Patience, he told himself. This could all come crashing to a halt if he lost control.
With Mac on her knees before him, he tipped her head up with a finger under her chin and met her blue eyes. “Mouth open.”
When it was parted, he dipped his thumb inside, felt her warm breath puffing over his fingers. He gathered some saliva and spread it over her bottom lip.
“Don’t move.” He quickly unbuckled his belt and the sound of the leather sliding through the fabric of his dress pants had her shuddering again. He threw his belt onto the bed for possible use later. Taking his time, he unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper. Sliding his hand into his boxer briefs, he fisted his cock and pulled it out. “Open wider,” he demanded. “And stick out your tongue.”
Her gaze glued to his made him want to see those freckles covered in his cum, marking her as his on the outside. He fought his own shudder at that image. He needed to mark her as his on the inside first.
“Baby, come stand behind her, but do not touch.”
He didn’t bother to look at Trevor as he moved to where he was told, because he was focused on Mac with her mouth open, her tongue out, simply waiting.
“Good girl,” he whispered.
Color shot up from her chest into her face once more and she wobbled a little on her knees. With his cock in his hand, he shifted closer.
“Hands on my thighs.”
She quickly complied which helped steady her.
“Don’t move them unless I tell you otherwise.” He dragged the tip of his cock over her tongue, cleaning off the string of precum that had started to drip. Then he fed her his cock, putting as much as he could into her mouth, then tapping underneath her chin, indicating she should wrap her lips around him.
“Just keep it there. Savor it for a moment.”
A sound bubbled up from the back of her throat as she kept her mouth on him but did nothing else. He gathered her hair into a makeshift ponytail and wrapped the length around his fist, pulling it tight.
He wanted to close his eyes and thrust like mad into the wet heat of her mouth. He wouldn’t be able to take this for very long and he hadn’t even begun to move yet. But being in Mac’s mouth while Trevor watched them made the blood roar in his ears and his balls pull tight. He struggled to maintain control.
The simple demand of “suck” had her cheeks hollowing out as he thrust forward, controlling the pace with her fisted hair. He wasn’t sure how deep she could take it, so he tested her further with each shift of his hips.
Once she gagged, he backed off just a hair and found a pace that he might be able to survive for a little bit. Her blue eyes were still tipped up to him, which made it hot as hell while she sucked him with an enthusiasm he hadn’t experienced in a long time.
Since Trevor, to be exact.
He lifted his gaze from Mac to see Trevor about to undo his jeans. He barked out a sharp, “No,” and Trevor quickly dropped his hands, their eyes meeting.
“You wanted me to lead, then you will listen,” he reminded Trevor.
They stood so close together with only Mac between them. He missed kissing Trevor, being inside him, holding him close as they slept. His heart began to beat even faster at the thought of having all of that again. Something he thought he’d lost forever.
He wasn’t sure if he was ready to open himself up to being hurt again. Because that was what he’d be doing by allowing Trevor back into his life. And a threesome was risky no matter who was involved.
“I need to kiss you, Day.”
Damon gave him a slight nod, and while he continued to guide Mac’s head, making her mouth glide along his length, Trevor leaned over her and met Damon’s mouth.
Fuck, it was like coming home.
The taste. The familiarity of his mouth. The way he kissed. They had kissed on Saturday, but this kiss was different. He knew it would lead to something more, unlike then when he wasn’t sure if it was right.
Today it was right. And wanted. And needed.
And as they kissed, memories of their time “before” crashed through him. His love for Trevor surged like a tide to swallow him back up and dragged him under.
His heart skipped a beat as Trevor wrapped his hand around Damon’s, the one that held Mac’s hair and the two of them guided her back and forth.
When someone moaned, Damon knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He either had to let himself go, and then wait to recover before continuing, or he needed to stop Mac. Her tongue licked along his length with every thrust into her mouth. Her teeth scraped lightly over the crown as he pulled back. Again and again.
With that and Trevor’s mouth creating havoc with Damon’s control, he needed to break away from both of them and catch his breath.
He pulled his mouth from Trevor’s and stopped Mac with a sharp tug to her hair. Without releasing it, he murmured to Trevor, “Get your cock out.”
This would give him an idea of how he’d be able to handle sharing the woman he wanted with the man he loved. He needed to make sure he’d be okay with it before they moved to the bed, before there was no going back.
He also needed to make sure that Mac wouldn’t have second thoughts.
He pulled his hips back enough for his cock to slip from her lips. He swept his fingers along her cheek, then cupped her chin, lifting her flushed face once more. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
Her “yes” was breathy but firm. She gave him no doubt that she was willing.
She was beautiful sitting on her knees, n
aked, her pale skin flushed with color, her red hair wrapped around his fingers. Her lips slightly swollen. They weren’t done with those yet.
Trevor had his fist wrapped around his erection, his thumb moving back and forth over the shiny crown, spreading the beads of precum around. Like Damon, he had only opened his pants enough to get his cock out. He only did what Damon had instructed.
“Good boy,” Damon whispered. He was surprised how naturally that praise came back to him. Trevor’s breath hitched and his eyes widened just enough for Damon to catch it. He’d never used that phrase with anyone other than Trevor.
“Fuck, Day,” Trevor groaned.
“Take my place.” Without releasing Mac’s hair, they traded places, Trevor and Mac now facing each other.
Damon, now behind Mac, pulled on her hair to tip her head back, and leaned down enough to kiss her thoroughly for a moment before reluctantly letting her go. “Mouth open.”
She did exactly as earlier. Opening her mouth wide to stick out her tongue.
“Give her your cock,” Damon instructed Trevor. He almost expected Trevor to balk and ask, “Are you sure, Day?” But he didn’t. Instead, Trevor slid his cock into her mouth and closed his eyes. Damon bit back a groan because he knew exactly what Trevor was experiencing.
“Eyes on me,” he demanded.
Trevor quickly opened them again, his jaw tight, clearly struggling to not come right away.
“You do not come until I tell you. Understood?”
Trevor barely nodded, his eyelids heavy, his breathing labored.
A drop of saliva escaped from the corner of Mac’s mouth, and Damon swiped it away with his thumb as he continued to set the pace with his hand gripping her hair. His thumb followed the stretch of her lips.
“Day.” Trevor’s tone was tight.
“You do not come until I tell you,” Damon reminded him.
“Day... I...”
Trevor never had trouble with holding back before. Damon lifted his gaze to him. “How long has it been?”
“I... It’s... Almost a year.”
Damon almost released Mac’s hair in surprise. When had he gone into that rehab facility and how long had he been there?
Damon tugged on Mac’s hair. “Release him.”
A wet popping sound filled the space between the three of them as she did so.
“Stand up.” He grabbed the condom from where he tucked it in his front pocket. “Take the condoms, get out the lube, and put them on the nightstand within reach. Then come back here and undress Trevor.”
While she was doing that, Damon considered their situation. “We only have two condoms, that will limit what we can do.”
“For tonight.”
“For tonight,” Damon agreed with Trevor. “If you want me to continue to lead, I will, but you’ll have to do what I instruct.”
Trevor nodded and his gaze slid back to Mac as she approached Trevor and immediately began to tug his shirt up his torso.
“Just undress him. No other touching.”
Mac glanced over her shoulder at him. “When do I get to touch him?”
“When I say.”
Chapter 15
Mac had been with a few alpha-holes before. More than she’d like to admit. But she’d never been with a man so commanding as Damon. There was something about his deep, demanding voice that did things to her she never expected.
She normally didn’t like to be bossed around since she usually had a lot to say on her own. Tonight, she was letting any control go that she normally held onto. Trevor wanted Damon to be in charge and he was good at it.
Yes, he was.
She was dripping wet and so ready to do more than just take both men in her mouth, though that alone had her tingling and aching all over.
If this went smoothly tonight, she could only imagine doing this again and again. They hadn’t even gotten to the bed yet and she could see why Gia wanted this in her life.
To be the center of attention...
If she ended up being the center of attention. That could quickly change if the men decided otherwise. It was a risk getting involved with two men who had a history together.
The concern she had voiced to Gia and Paige remained true.
Her fingers trembled as she slipped the polo shirt Trevor was wearing over his head. She was careful to follow Damon’s instructions and not let her touch linger anywhere along his skin.
Damon’s sharp intake of breath and saying Trevor’s name on a pained breath pulled her from her fog.
When she saw why Damon had reacted, she bit back her own gasp.
Trevor had a barbell piercing in his right nipple. But his nipple wasn’t tight against his body, it was stretched more than normal. The other nipple didn’t have a barbell, but instead split scar tissue where it looked like a former piercing had been ripped free of his flesh.
A chill swept through Mac at that thought. How cruel or rough a person had to be to do such a thing? Had Trevor welcomed that roughness, or had it been done against his will?
A few small circular puckered scars dotted his chest and shoulders. Maybe a half dozen or so the size of the tip of a lit cigarette. She couldn’t imagine it could be anything else. There were other small, white scars that crisscrossed his body here and there. Nothing that had been deep, nothing that was raised, and they were white and appeared to be faded. Cuts created just deep enough to make him bleed but not hurt him too badly.
Trevor’s brow was furrowed, his eyes holding a look of apprehension. “I should’ve told you before you saw it.”
“Nothing could’ve prepared me for this, baby,” Damon said in a broken whisper.
“What you’re seeing is not the worst of it.”
Mac’s gaze flipped up from where Damon was touching, to Trevor’s eyes. But he was busy staring at Damon.
It wasn’t the scars or the torn nipple which had Damon reaching around Mac. No, his fingers traced a tattoo—one that appeared professionally done—over Trevor’s heart. It was a half-sun and half-moon fitted together, representing night and day.
“It was in my darkest times, Day, when the only light I had left came from thoughts of you. The desire of coming home to you kept me in that rehab, made me work hard to become whole again. Two halves making a whole. Just like this tattoo. The moon is me and represents my dark time. The sun is you, Day.”
After a few heartbeats, Damon’s voice sounded gruff when he told Mac, “Finish undressing him,” and let his hand drop.
He didn’t move away, and Mac could feel Damon’s heat at her back as the heel of her hand accidently brushed along Trevor’s erection beneath the denim, making his hips jerk slightly. She concentrated on pushing his jeans down, and like Damon had done with her, she hooked the elastic of his boxer briefs and shoved them down over his hips and thighs at the same time.
When she got them to his calves, she sank once again to her knees to remove his shoes and socks. He lifted one foot, then the other as she dropped his clothes on the floor beside them.
As she rose to her feet, she noticed something else along his hip. Another mark. Not considered a scar but something that didn’t look planned.
Thin, ragged letters were permanently tattooed into his skin, as if they were scrawled with a pencil by a kindergarten-aged child that read, “Pet.”
Mac had no idea what that meant. Pet.
If he had wanted that tattoo, she guessed it would have been professionally done like the one over his heart.
This was rough, amateur. Had he been given that to humiliate him? Had he been turned into someone’s pet? The same person who burned and cut him? Or someone else?
She finished rising to her feet and looked up, but again, with a tight jaw and a lifted chin, Trevor was staring at Damon. Possibly waiting for Damon to react or say something.
Damon did neither for at least a minute and Mac wasn’t sure what she should do. Trevor’s cock had softened, and, without looking, she guessed Damon’s had, too.
“You were on a journey, right?”
Trevor didn’t answer her. She felt like she was in the middle of a stand-off between the two men.
“Every scar, every mark, is a brick on the path that led you on that journey. That’s how we’ll look at it. Nothing else.” She turned to face Damon and placed her palm over his heart, which was thumping almost out of his chest. “That’s how we’ll look at it. Nothing else,” she repeated in a whisper again to Damon.
His nostrils flared, and he dropped his gaze to her, finally nodding.
“He was lost. That path led him back home to you, Damon.” She reached up and lightly touched his face. He closed his eyes and tilted his head until his cheek was cupped within her palm.
“That’s not the worst of it,” Trevor said again, causing Damon’s eyes to open.
Damon grabbed her hand, turned it and kissed the center of her palm, then she faced Trevor as the man turned in place. Just like his chest, thin, white scars covered most of his back. Again, nothing that appeared to have been serious wounds. Though, in their midst were a few raised permanent “welts” where he might have been whipped or hit with something long, like a switch or crop.
Mac’s gut twisted. She didn’t know much about BDSM, but if this was the result, she didn’t ever want to experience it. Her gaze roamed over his broad, muscular back and when she lowered it, she once again paused on another amateur, crooked tattoo right above his ass that read in black ink, “SLUT.”
Mac’s knees wobbled, and she reached behind her for Damon. He grabbed her elbow and held her up.
“There’s something else you need to know, Day,” came the gruff whisper as Trevor stood facing away from them.
“You said you tested clean.”
“I did. But...”
Mac stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist. He was struggling with all of this and she didn’t even know the half of it. Whatever it was had left more than visible scars, his “journey” had left invisible ones, too.
She pressed her cheek into his warm back and his fingers curled around her forearms, not to pull her off but to hold her closer. Maybe like a security blanket. If she could be that to him, she would. She didn’t know how to help otherwise because she didn’t know the whole situation.
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