“Imagine my hand is Theo’s ass. A virgin ass that has never taken a cock before.”
Flynn groaned at her words and pumped harder.
“He’ll be crazy tight, Flynn. Imagine I’m under him, he’s inside me, stretching me while you’re stretching him. That’s it. Fuck us both.” She was pumping him furiously, faster and faster, and he groaned into Theo’s mouth. Theo could have come from listening to Harper talk.
A loud buzz sounded throughout the garage. Another car was coming in, warning pedestrians of the entrance.
“Stop, we need to stop,” Theo said, pushing them off one another as the lights from the new vehicle illuminated the opposite end of the garage. “Let’s go upstairs.”
Harper stepped back, releasing Flynn’s cock as she did, a wicked smile transforming her into a mischievous creature. They righted their clothes, locked up the cars, and then followed Theo into the elevator. Flynn twitched as though to move toward Theo, then stopped.
“Fucking security cameras,” he muttered, resting against the corner of the elevator, as far away from them as possible.
Theo loved Flynn’s impatience, secure that it echoed his own.
When they got to his floor, the three of them couldn’t move down the hallway fast enough to his apartment. He opened the door as quickly as he could, fumbling the keys, which made Harper laugh, then pulled them both through once it was open.
Theo tugged Harper back against his chest and ground his heavy cock into her ass. “You were keen to talk about Flynn fucking my ass, but what if I want yours?”
“You’ll have to earn that, baby.”
“How do I do that?” Theo nibbled on her ear, trailing his lips down the shell and back to the tip.
“By feeling what it’s like first.” She pulled away from him as Flynn grabbed Theo and pushed him up against the wall. Flynn’s pants were already open again, and his cock was hanging out. It was bronze, hard, and long, the tip already leaking from Harper’s earlier attention.
Flynn took Theo’s hand and slowly brought it toward his length, giving Theo enough time to pull away if he wanted to. He didn’t need this slow and careful exploration. He knew what he wanted, in a way had always known part of him could do this, wanted to do this. He appreciated Flynn’s gentle care, but he needed something else.
He grabbed Flynn’s cock and began to rub, slower than Harper had, enjoying the sensation of having another man’s body at his discretion. He played with Flynn’s balls, already tight and high, when he got to the base, then ran his finger over the slit as he came to the top. Harper was behind Flynn again, pushing his slacks and underwear down his legs. Flynn stepped out of them, letting Harper remove his shoes and socks.
“Harper,” Theo said, not taking his gaze off Flynn’s dick as he played with another man for the first time in his life. “Take off all your clothes.”
Flynn groaned, and Theo looked down to see Harper playing with Flynn’s balls. They looked huge in her small hands, despite being drawn up. He was on the edge.
“Take your clothes off, now,” Theo said, a command in his tone this time.
She smiled and let go of Flynn, much to his dismay as he groaned in protest.
“Step away from the wall a bit,” she said, her hands on Flynn’s waist as she guided them. They took a couple of steps, and then she moved to their side and began to strip. Her long-sleeved T-shirt first, gripping it from the bottom hem and pulling it off. She wore a lace bra, black, and the color changed the golden-caramel tones of her skin to a sinful hue. Without preamble, she reached behind her and unsnapped the bra, letting the straps slide down her arms until it lay pooled on the floor.
Her breasts were pert and full, heavy almost. Flynn groaned once more, and without allowing Harper to continue, leaned over and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked, and she cradled his head, slipping her fingers into his hair.
Theo was entranced by the sight of Flynn’s mouth on her breast, and he hadn’t noticed Flynn unbuttoning her fly and pushing his hand into her jeans.
“You’re wet. Did he do this to you in the car?” Flynn asked with his mouth still around her nipple.
She nodded, breathless.
“Did it feel like this?” Theo could see Flynn change the angle of his hand, pushing his fingers inside her farther.
She cried out.
“Are his fingers long and thick, like his cock?” Flynn turned toward Theo again, releasing Harper’s abraded nipple. “I think it’s time we saw that cock.”
Theo had already let go of Flynn’s length, too mesmerized by Harper to pay attention to what he was doing. There wasn’t much blood left in his brain anymore.
Soon, both Flynn and Harper were surrounding him, helping him take his clothes off, with Theo pulling their shirts and various articles off in turn. They were all naked, staring at one another and their different, beautiful parts.
Harper fell to her knees, and without hesitation, engulfed Theo’s rigid member into her mouth. Her mouth was hot and wet. She skimmed her tongue on the bottom of his length as she cupped and played with his testicles, perfectly in sync one second and then random and uncoordinated the next. She was divine, giving him pleasure and moaning as she did it.
She pulled her mouth off him, and he opened his eyes to see Flynn playing with himself near her mouth, teasing her lips as she tried to take him inside her. He would pull away, then move back in until he finally allowed her to suck on him.
The sight incensed Theo to his boiling point. He went onto his knees and, for a second, joined Harper in her ministrations.
A man’s cock was in Theo’s mouth, and he loved it. The scent, the ridges, the taste. He loved everything—the salty, bitterness of Flynn’s precum. He wanted all of it, but not now. Now his body craved something he never thought he’d be brave enough for.
“Fuck me,” he said, looking up into Flynn’s gaze. “Fuck me now.”
Not wanting to give Flynn another second to decide, he picked Harper up and flung her over his shoulder, moving toward the living room. He placed her on the couch and dipped into the plastic bag he’d left on the coffee table from an earlier shopping trip, pulling out a large bottle of lube and some condoms.
Theo handed the lube and the condoms to Flynn, who stood next to the couch, watching them both, and then he ripped one condom open and slid it down his own length. Harper already had her legs open, and her pussy looked like a rose blooming for him alone. For Flynn and Theo together.
Forgetting his original intentions, he leaned down and then dipped his tongue into her liquid. It was dripping down her thighs and butt cheeks, and he licked it up, flicking his tongue back and forth over her clit.
“Enough,” she moaned. “Put your cock in me.”
He always gave a lady what she wanted. Theo came over her, bracing himself on the cushions beneath her, and began to slowly slide himself inside her.
“That’s sexy as hell,” Theo heard Flynn mutter behind him. He couldn’t think of the click of the lube cap opening or the squelching as Flynn began to spread it over his own cock. He only saw Harper, with her mouth open in a silent moan as he slid farther into her depths. There was sweat on her brow and running down between her breasts. He bent his face and kissed the corner of her mouth. She turned to meet him, dipping her tongue into his mouth, then biting his bottom lip. She pushed her hands into his hair and tugged, and he slammed the rest of the way home.
“Ah!” she yelled against his mouth.
“Are you okay?” he asked, panting from the effort to remain still, give her time to adjust. She was squeezing him with a fist’s grip.
“Yes, don’t move.”
“What?” He looked up at her, but she wasn’t looking at him. Her focus was trained behind him, and when he felt Flynn’s lubed fingers against his asshole, he knew why.
“Shit,” Theo muttered, hiding his face in Harper’s neck.
“Lean into it, push back,” Flynn crooned. “Let me in.”
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sp; Flynn slipped his fingers inside Theo, but his ass clamped down on them, unmoving. Flynn brushed Theo’s spine, gently and sweetly. Again with the care. That wasn’t what Theo wanted.
“I don’t need this. The foreplay and the stretching. Do it now.”
“No, I won’t hurt you.”
“I don’t care—”
“I fucking care, man,” Flynn said, his voice hard. “I care what I do to you. I want you to feel good when I push my cock inside you, like you wanted Harper to feel pleasure. It makes it better, I promise.” Flynn leaned over Theo, keeping his two fingers inside Theo’s chute, then kissed the top of his spine. “Move in her, feel her pussy contract around your cock, like your ass will do to mine.”
Theo took Flynn’s advice and began to move. His slow thrusts pushed Flynn’s fingers into stark relief, making Theo all the more aware of what was happening to him. And though it burned, he liked it, was anticipating feeling something longer and thicker inside. The same thing he’d had in his mouth moments before.
Harper began to whimper, and Theo changed angles. He rested his forehead against her neck for support and moved his arms under her leg, lifting her ass up to get deeper. He spread her wider, and her legs flailed out to the side, no longer cradling him.
Theo felt her cunt gripping him, sucking on him as he fucked her.
“Yes, baby,” she would moan every now and then, her hands constantly moving, as though unsure of where to go. Whether to cradle his cheeks or his back or to reach over and touch Flynn.
Flynn removed his fingers and replaced them with the tip of something larger. Theo steeled himself, pausing in his thrusting.
“No, keep going,” Flynn said, his voice thick and strained.
Theo obeyed, and every time his ass would move back toward Flynn, his cock departing from Harper’s warmth, he would feel Flynn’s cock entering and stretching his ass more and more.
Eventually, Theo couldn’t take the teasing anymore. He stood on his knees, holding Harper’s pussy up tight against his groin by gripping her thighs. He looked back over his shoulder, Flynn’s cock only a tip’s length in, and said, “Do what you want to me. Fuck me, take me. I need you to do it rough, man. That’s what I want.”
Flynn remained silent as he wrapped his arms around Theo’s chest, bit down on Theo’s shoulder, and pushed his cock all the way into his chute.
Flynn began a brutal pace, taking Theo hard. It stung and burned, but this was what Theo had asked for. This was what he truly needed, had needed for probably a long time, he realized. As Flynn picked up speed, Theo did too, grasping Harper’s thighs and fucking her mercilessly.
They panted and moaned together, cursing one another, daring each other to push themselves to greater heights. Until finally, Flynn reached over and pressed his fingers on Harper’s clit, rubbing it with enough pressure to push her over.
“Oh!” she yelled, gripping Theo’s wrists as he felt her pussy rippling in orgasm.
Flynn changed his angle and hit a spot Theo had only ever let a woman’s finger touch before, and Theo cried out in concert with his lover. Flynn followed them into orgasm, and Theo could almost feel the heat of his cum shooting inside the condom. Theo collapsed on top of Harper, and Flynn relaxed his head on Theo’s spine, being careful not to rest his full weight on the both of them, less he wanted to crush Harper after their first time together.
Theo felt whole and new in a way he had never experienced before. As Harper stroked his hair and Flynn placed kisses along his back, for the first time in a long time, Theo felt at peace.
Chapter Eight
Harper woke the next morning sandwiched between two large men in an unfamiliar bed. She couldn’t remember how they’d made it to the bed, and it didn’t matter. What she did recall was the extraordinary sensation of having two men on top of her, one inside her and the other inside him. There was synergy and connection between the three of them, a beautiful bond she never thought could possibly exist between people, let alone experience for herself. It was almost magical how the link added another layer of depth and light to her life. She could finally see the full-color spectrum and wondered how she’d missed the beauty of it before.
Harper took a moment before fully waking up to watch them sleep, enjoying the way their muscled chests rose and fell with each breath, their lungs working like bellows. Flynn slept on his back and snored a little, interspersed with short, quiet snorts like bursts of lightning. One snort sounded like it had a musical cadence to it, and she had to bite her bottom lip to keep from laughing. If she ever got the chance, she would video him in sleep. He looked almost puppy-like in his somnolent innocence.
Theo was silent, on his side facing her with an arm underneath his face. He slept on a single thin pillow, which had pretty much slipped away during the night. Despite having spent the night with both Harper and Flynn, he looked inexplicably lonely. She thought, not for the first time, of all the pictures in his apartment, either solitary or with his parents. She was tempted to ignore her complaining bladder and curl up into him, give him something more substantial than a pillow to hold on to. Theo seemed like the kind of man who had been alone for a long time and didn’t have the will to change, at least not without a push. Harper and Flynn could be that push. Glancing over at Flynn on the other side of the bed, she wondered if their connection might ever progress to a point where she’d leave the bed in the morning and Flynn or Theo would instinctively move toward each other to fill the gap. The image gave her a tight, unsettling feeling in her chest, and Harper was renewed with purpose. If she could help it, neither of the two wonderful men would ever feel lonely again.
Moving slowly, attempting not to wake the two, she slipped from between them and out of bed, first making a much-needed pit stop in the bathroom, then making her way to the kitchen. It was early, not six yet, but she needed coffee and was starving. Slightly familiar with the layout of Theo’s kitchen from staying there the previous evening, she searched for some simple ingredients to make breakfast. It was the least she could do to thank the guys for a hell of an evening, and she was a bit chagrined she hadn’t been able to stay awake for more. Theo would graciously wave her embarrassment away and say she was still recovering from her concussion and shouldn’t be embarrassed. Flynn would crack a joke about wearing her out.
“Already got them figured out,” she muttered to herself, too content to do anything but smile and laugh at herself. A life could change between one moment and the next. If it weren’t for the lost money, she would actually be grateful to the thief. Without him, she would never have met Theo or admitted her feelings for Flynn.
After setting the coffee up, she found fruit, cereal, and a decent amount of baking supplies. The morning was made brighter by the discovery of bacon in Theo’s fridge. Of course he would have bacon. What single man doesn’t have bacon? After measuring out all the ingredients, she began working on a mixture for some blueberry-raspberry scones. There was a small, touch-screen radio connected to the wall near the edge of the kitchen. An icon for Pandora radio was highlighted, and she couldn’t keep her curiosity at bay. What sort of music did Theo listen to?
Harper held it on the most recent station, keeping the volume low since the boys were still sleeping, then returned to setting the scones on the baking sheet. A dramatic, deliberate beat came on, and Harper had to laugh because she recognized the Adele song after the first lyric.
“Wow, Theo,” she said to herself, grinning like mad as she turned the stove burners on to start the bacon.
“Don’t judge me. Adele is boss.”
Harper turned around, already smiling in greeting as Theo walked toward her. He wore only a pair of gray boxer briefs and moccasin slippers. Every line of sexy, masculine perfection was either on display or outlined by the thin fabric of the undergarment… The slippers were hilariously adorable.
“Is this an Adele station?” She pointed at the wall radio as he filled a mug full of coffee.
“No, it’s a love song
s station,” he said unrepentantly, smirking as he took a sip from the bright-red mug.
“Why Dr. Backstrom, I never would have figured you for a romantic.”
Theo swiftly abandoned his coffee on the counter and used his considerable size to back her up against the fridge. His cock had a morning hardness, and his body was still warm from the comfort of the bed. He placed his hands on her ass, cupping and massaging the cheeks—she wore only one of Theo’s button-down shirts—as he kissed and nibbled at her ear. “Then I guess I was doing something wrong last night.”
She tossed the tongs she had been using for the bacon on the counter and wrapped her arms around his neck to kiss him, morning coffee breath and all. She didn’t give a shit that her hair was kinky as hell and she probably had bacon grease splattered all over her front. She was a mess, but as Theo leaned into the kiss, giving her back exactly what she gave, she felt like the most beautiful woman in the world.
As they pulled away, she said, “I don’t think there was time for romance last night.”
“We’ll have to work on that.” He gave her another short kiss, making her smile grow wider. “Let me help you with breakfast.”
“I’m almost done.”
“Coffee,” a groggy, half-dressed Flynn groaned as he shuffled from around the corner. He stopped by each of them, kissing them casually on the cheek, muttering good morning, then zombie-walking over to the carafe. After he poured himself a mug, he raised it out to them and asked, “Sugar?”
“Here,” Theo said, grinning like mad at the hilarious sight and passing a jar of sugar over. Where had the calm and cool Flynn gone? Who was this sloppy, lumbering creature?
“Thanks,” Flynn mumbled, scooping at least four heaps of sugar into his mug, then sitting on one of the breakfast-bar stools.
Harper glanced conspiratorially at Theo, extremely happy someone else was here to see this.
“Wore you out, did I?” Theo asked Flynn.
Harper had that backward. Who’d have thought?
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