Parker gave him an insulted look. “I think you’re forgetting whose bed this is.”
Ben only raised an eyebrow.
Which, fair enough, it was what he’d wanted anyway.
Parker turned off the lights, then helped pull back the blanket and sheet, getting the three of them settled. The top of the comforter was probably gross, but as long as it hadn’t leaked through, he could deal with it in the morning.
As he slipped into bed, he figured that Dakota and Ben would stay cuddled together. So long as they didn’t slip away, however they slept was fine with him.
But after just a moment, Dakota sleepily turned toward him, wrapping one lazy knee over his thigh and resting their hand on his chest.
Then Ben crowded behind them, resting his hand over Dakota’s.
Parker felt like his heart was going to explode.
So, he did the only rational thing and held very, very still so as not to fuck it up.
“Go to sleep, Parker,” Ben whispered gruffly.
He sighed. “Yeah, um, good night.”
“Good night, Parker. Night, babe.” There was a soft sound that must be Ben kissing Dakota’s head.
Dakota mumbled something that might, from context, have been a good night.
And while Parker thought that sleep would never come, he drifted off only moments later.
Chapter 9
Dakota
Dakota awoke slowly, taking in the sensations of where they were before opening their eyes. They ached deliciously everywhere. Their back burned with the softest tongues of remembered fire. The flesh of their ass was warm in that way that meant they’d be feeling it for days. Both of their holes felt tender and well-used.
Moreover, their whole body had that languid softness that came from being worked over and then falling immediately into a deep sleep.
As their awareness spread outward from their body, they felt weight. Warmth. There were arms and legs tangled with theirs. Perhaps more than a pair of each?
They squinted their eyes open and caught Parker’s profile.
Oh, fuck. Last night had been, literally, the best sex of their life. Their brain rushed to supply details, jumbled out of order and layered on top of each other.
Parker exploring and tasting their body. Kneeling while Ben directed them to suck both Doms’ cocks with rough hands in their hair. Sweet blows falling while they lay over the coffee table. Ben teasing and tormenting them with those clamps. Flirting over darts at Whirlwind.
Ben deep inside them while Parker took Ben.
That was the memory that made them jerk awake.
The rest of the evening had been amazing. Phenomenal. Sexy beyond their wildest imagination.
But having Ben bottom for Parker—that had been intimate.
Dakota was pretty good at reading people, and they were pretty sure that Ben wasn’t used to bottoming. Everything that both men did indicated that it wasn’t expected. That the bet wasn’t supposed to end that way.
Dakota suspected that Parker hadn’t thought it through, which was something they were going to have to remember for the future.
If there was a future.
Because it was clear that Ben and Parker were meant for each other. They’d both been nervous, and they’d both shown a huge amount of trust with each other.
Dakota had certainly played a critical role in getting them together, but now that they’d given in to what was clearly a long-time flirtation, what would they need Dakota for?
At best, Dakota might be a helpful bridge between them while they found their footing.
At worst, they’d be ready to go out looking for available subs as a team. And what sub wouldn’t want to fall at their feet?
Dakota wanted to fall at their feet. Hopefully for the rest of their life.
They squirmed and tried to slip out from between the two men.
Parker’s arm tightened around their waist. “Less moving, more sleeping,” he murmured.
“I’m just going to the bathroom,” they lied.
They quickly took care of business and gargled with a bit of borrowed mouthwash. They wanted to take a shower, but didn’t feel confident enough to take advantage like that.
Plus, they needed to leave. Seeing a pile of clean washcloths on the shelf, they grabbed one and did a quick wipe-down. Now it was time for clothes.
Everything had progressed so quickly last night that all their clothes were in a pile by the door, except for their panties which were easily found in the living room.
They slipped on their shirt, trying to ignore the wrinkles. They decided to forgo the panties, knowing they’d be disgusting, and slipped one leg into their skirt.
A noise startled them and they tried to turn, only getting tangled in the fabric.
At once, strong arms closed around their waist. Ben.
“Sneaking off?”
“Um…” There was really no way to answer that.
“It’s not even six, and we were up late. Come back to bed.” His voice was gruff with sleep.
“Uh…” Dakota was really not winning in the words department this morning.
Ben kissed the side of their head, just above the ear. They couldn’t feel his lips through their hair, so it was more the idea of a kiss. It felt caring and tender.
They melted back against Ben’s hard body, realizing suddenly that he was completely naked, his cock starting to harden against their bare ass.
He nuzzled into their neck. “I don’t think we were done with you.”
Dakota sighed. If nothing else, that was a clear invitation to more sex. They turned in Ben’s arms, reaching upward to wrap their arms around his neck. They ground against him, loving the feeling of being small against his height.
Though Parker had a way of making them feel small even without the size difference.
“If you’re still interested, I don’t have anywhere else to be for the rest of the day,” they said flirtatiously.
Ben watched them closely, as if trying to read their soul.
“Give me your phone.”
Unexpected, but still a good sign. Phones meant phone numbers. They technically already had them from the car ride last night, but that was for safety. This was hopefully for getting in contact later.
Dakota unlocked the phone and handed it over. Ben typed for a few moments, his thumbs seeming too large for the tiny screen. He blinked a few times with heavy lids.
A moment later there was a ding from pile of clothing that Dakota thought was Ben’s. Right after that, a similar sound came from the bedroom.
So, Ben had programmed in both numbers. That seemed promising, like Ben wanted all three of them to hang out again.
On the other hand, the fact that Ben had Parker’s number memorized might tell a different story. Who memorized their friends’ phone numbers these days? Ben and Parker were clearly a lot closer than they’d acted.
Which meant there still might not be a place for Dakota between them.
Ben handed their phone back, yawning. He looked tired. More interested in sleep than getting it on.
The logical thing would have been to follow him back into Parker’s bedroom and snuggle in, but Dakota wasn’t sure he was ready for that.
Especially if it might not last.
Sex was so much easier.
“Um, maybe I should go. Catch you guys later.”
Ben squinted again, giving Dakota that look like they were being evaluated. Like he could read all of their secrets.
“I don’t think so, pet.” Ben shook his head.
Dakota was starting to feel more anxious about their place in all this, and they bristled at Ben’s tone. “I’m not, like, submissive all the time. In bed, yes, but that doesn’t mean I’m looking for someone to tell me what to do the rest of the time.”
Ben blinked twice, and then gave a slight smile. “What should I call you, then?”
It felt like they were having two different conversations. Had Ben heard what they said
? Was this some kind of trick question?
“You can call me Dakota,” they finally offered. It sounded weak and stupid, though. Last night they’d been called pet and baby, as well as a few other things. They didn’t want to be somebody’s pet, but they liked it as a nickname.
Especially if that nickname were falling from Ben or Parker’s lips.
Ben looked searchingly at them again. “Do you always run off so quickly?”
“Um…” They didn’t know how to answer that either. They weren’t opposed to staying, but they wanted to know where things stood.
“Come in here,” Ben finally grunted.
Dakota’s head jerked up.
“Please,” Ben added. “Please come in here.” He held out a hand.
Unsure, Dakota took it anyway. Even that one touch felt so good that they wanted to melt.
Ben drew them into the bedroom and sweetly pulled Dakota against his front so that they were both looking down at Parker.
Ben poked a finger into Parker’s exposed belly. Not exactly romantic.
Parker shook his head and squinted his eyes. “What?”
“Tell Dakota to stay.”
“Stay,” he agreed, closing his eyes again.
“Tell Dakota that they can’t leave.”
“Can’t leave, stay,” he mumbled.
“Parker!” Ben’s voice was sharper now.
“What?” Parker finally opened his eyes and took a moment to focus on the two of them.
No words were spoken for a moment, and Dakota was pretty sure that they were missing some meaningful looks between the two of them. Ben clearly gestured something, but Dakota only felt it as movement against their side.
What they fuck were they talking about? And how much should they be worried that the two of them already had a secret couple language?
Whatever they were communicating, it was clear that Dakota wasn’t supposed to be involved in the conversation, even if it was about them.
They turned, planning to break free of Ben’s embrace. This was too much.
Immediately, Ben’s arms tightened, trapping them to his chest.
“Parker, tell Dakota that they’re ours. That we’re keeping them.”
What? What? Like, what the fuck? Just like that?
Like, twelve hours ago Ben and Parker weren’t even a couple, and now Ben wanted Parker to commit to them being a… trio? A something that wasn’t a hook-up at any rate.
Hope and terror dwelt in equal measure within their chest.
Finally, Parker’s eyes met theirs. He looked a little worried, but determined.
He must have seen Dakota’s fear, because his gaze softened. “Is that what you want?” he asked softly.
Dakota couldn’t speak. But not speaking and losing the potential of what this could be would be worse.
They didn’t want to sound too eager, either. “I’m game for it,” they said with a shrug.
“Good,” Parker grunted. “Ours. Sleep.” His eyes closed again. After a moment, he added, “Thanks, Ben. Better at this.” His voice was slurred.
Ben chuckled. “Yeah, the feelings bit really isn’t Parker’s strength.”
“Feelings? You haven’t exactly been forthcoming yourself.”
“I’m sorry, Dakota.” Alright, so not being called pet names sucked. “I’m tired, too,” Ben continued, “and I wanted to check in with Parker, first. Come back to bed.” He said it like it was an invitation, but he’d already guided Dakota around to the other side of the bed, his chest pressed to their back the whole time.
Dakota let themselves be guided. They’d probably object if Ben got too controlling, but this level of manhandling felt more warm and safe than bossy.
Ben pulled back the covers and tucked them in, wrapping himself around them. The night folded them in, the scattered light from the streetlights outside making everything dark and cozy.
“Parker says that I’m good at attacking with the truth, so here goes,” he started.
“Dakota, you are amazing. Parker and I have been flirting for years without it going anywhere, and you were the magic that brought us together.”
Dakota opened their mouth to point out that this was what was worrying them, but Ben pressed a gentle finger to their lips.
“Believe me, I’m excited about Parker. Who’s probably awake and listening to all of this,” he said meaningfully. Dakota felt a movement of Ben’s leg that was probably a kick. “But we wouldn’t want him to get a swelled head.”
Dakota smiled against Ben’s finger. They really liked the gentle ribbing the two guys gave each other. They liked being included in it. Liked giving back as good as they got.
It was fun and sexy and strangely intimate, too. Like they’d been invited into Ben and Parker’s world.
“You’re something else, though. I have to say, I wasn’t looking for this. I wasn’t even thinking about this. But Parker and I have each been picking up subs for years. We’ve been in group scenes before, and we’ve watched each other with subs.
“And no one, no one, has ever gotten us like you do. I’d have to say that no one has ever gotten me the way that you do. And I think that Parker would say the same.
“If he weren’t a chicken,” he added with another kick beneath the blankets.
Parker’s complete lack of reaction to the two kicks was telling. He was definitely awake.
“So, here’s what I propose,” Ben continued. “We would like to date you. We would like to spend time with you and see where this goes. We’d like to hang out with you, and learn about you, and share our stories, and introduce you to our friends at trivia night. We’d like to show you off at the BDSM club where we’re members, and we’d like to have a lot more evenings together like this.
“We’ll need to work out a lot of the details, but that’s what we want.”
Holy shit. That was better than anything Dakota had expected. If their future dates were anything close to as good as the last twelve hours had been, they were sold.
“Um, how do you know it’s what Parker wants, though?”
“Parker?” Ben raised his voice.
No response.
“Parker, stop being a dick.”
“I’m game,” Parker replied quietly, echoing Dakota’s earlier words.
“Asshole,” said Ben, fondly.
He removed his finger from Dakota’s mouth. “Now, what do you want?”
There really wasn’t much to think about. “I want that, too,” they said softly. “I mean, I want to try. I… I really like you guys, too. This was, um, pretty special for me.”
They felt their face burning, but it didn’t seem to matter when Ben swept them up into a kiss.
It wasn’t a passionate kiss, but a slow, gentle one. One that made promises for later.
“Can we go to sleep now?” Parker said in mock exasperation.
Even though it was dark, Dakota could envision Ben rolling his eyes. “I thought you were already asleep,” he growled.
But he also pulled Dakota into his chest as he whispered in their ear. “Sleep, Dakota.”
Quietly, Dakota spoke up. “You can call me pet if you want to.”
“Mmmm… I’d like that, pet.”
Dakota loved the way that mmm moved through their chest, filling them up. They liked pleasing their Sir, but they also liked the way that Ben respected and cared for them as an equal partner.
Dakota nestled into Ben’s arms, listening to his heartbeat and reveling in the joy of the moment. It was only their second night in the city, and they could already see the future stretching out before them.
“Hey,” came Parker’s not-so-sleepy voice. “You’re hogging our pet.”
Dakota kicked back their heel into Parker’s leg. “Come over here, then.”
Parker grumbled, but he snuggled up behind Dakota, pressing their bodies together until Dakota could hardly move. It seemed that Parker had his own language for telling Dakota that he wanted them.
With that
thought, and four arms around them, Dakota let themselves drift off to sleep. Their arm was a little bit squished and they’d probably get too hot, but everything was perfect.
Back for You
Interlude
Charlie
Charlie grabbed a fork and knife, neatly rolled them into a napkin, and tucked in the corner to make it stay. She aligned the bundle in the tray and picked up the next fork and knife in the same motion. She’d been doing it for twenty years, so the motions were soothing and automatic.
That left her attention to wander… or follow the conversation of her employees a few feet away. As usual, most of them were young and discovering the joys of sexual freedom as if they were the first generation to ever do so.
“Alright, weirdest place you’ve ever had sex. Go.”
“Treehouse in my backyard. With, like, a bunch of dead leaves everywhere and a pile of toys leftover from when I was a kid.” That was one of her newer employees, barely old enough to drink himself.
That got a round of laughter. Charlie’s lips quirked. In her mind, all of them were still kids. The part that made a difference was that all of her employees were queer. It was such a different time than when she’d been finding herself, feeling scared and alone, like she truly was the first one to have such unnatural urges.
“Mile high club! Woo hoo!” That was her bar manager.
“In the airplane bathroom?”
“Nope. Blow job at our seats. It was an overnight flight and they gave us blankets.”
She heard the sound of high fives being given.
“Um, does a boarding school dorm count?” She heard Nina ask. Nina was Charlie’s best server and one of the many lost souls Charlie had taken under her wing over the years.
“Girl, I thought that was why people went to boarding school.”
Nina snorted. “Probably.”
A few more locations were offered, but apparently they weren’t deemed as exciting. Charlie thought they might be having some sort of competition, but she was staying out of it.
“Next one: sexiest part of the body. Like the one that makes you do a double-take.”
“Cocks.”
There was a groan. “Dude, that’s not what I mean.”
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