Becoming Three

by Cameron Dane

  “Christ, honey.” Jace untangled himself from Sarah's embrace and strode to the open window for some air. “I was standing three feet away from you and let a monster grab you and use you as a shield. I should have been faster. He had his hand on your back. As soon as I saw that, I should have figured out what he would do and snatched you away from him, no matter if I made a scene and tipped him off.

  “And you”—he spun, found Jasper, and knew another layer of guilt shadowed his gaze—“I had to be macho and act on impulse with your brother when I saw him at his motel. I had to go intimidate him and throw my weight around, telling myself I was protecting you, when all I really did was instigate his temper and push him to attack you. I know”—he banged on his own head with his fingers—“I know better than to confront someone who doesn't have anything to lose, but I didn't stop to think. I saw your brother, and in my head I knew you were already mine, as much as Sarah has always been, and I just had to make sure he knew you had a new family and we didn't want him sniffing around it.”

  His focus went back and forth between Sarah and Jasper, and their innocence stabbed at his darkest fears of inadequacy. He lifted his hand but let it fall, useless, mirroring how he felt inside. “What good am I as anything other than an extra cock if I can't even control my emotions to think clearly enough to take care of the two of you?” He got a look at himself in the mirror and saw a man ripped to shreds. “I mean”—he swiped at his eyes with the heels of his hands— “Christ, it's my job to look out for people. It's what I should be able to do for both of you.”

  Sarah unfolded from the floor. She ran to him and wrapped him up in her arms. “We're your equals. Don't you think our instincts to protect and take care of you are just as powerful as yours is to us?” She held and brushed soft kisses on his shoulder, down his arm, and across his chest. She pressed her lips over his heart, looked up into his eyes, and the love shining within socked him in the gut. “You don't have to provide anything to this relationship other than yourself.” From over her shoulder, Jasper nodded and murmured an agreement as he joined them. “You're enough because you're you.” She went on. “That's all we've ever wanted or needed.”

  “Everythin' else is just gravy,” Jasper added. He twined his fingers in Jace's and pulled him to bed with his brow raised and a naughty-boy smile. “Even your cock that knows how to do all kinds of good stuff is just for fun.”

  Jasper pushed on one shoulder while Sarah did the other. Together, they lowered Jace flat on his back, drew his underwear down his legs, and crawled up on either side of him. Jasper leaned down and flicked his tongue against the seam of Jace's lips; Sarah did too, and Jace trembled with the intimacy.

  “We want you,” Jasper said and sank inside to deepen the kiss, with Sarah pushing in right beside him.

  Jace lost any kind of tether to cynicism, distance, or cool. He whimpered under the onslaught of Jasper and Sarah's brand of reassurance and succumbed completely to the heavenly, drugging kiss. They traded taking over his mouth in an unspoken rhythm, and Jace tangled frantically with whoever's tongue happened to be inside him at the time, desperate for more. He shifted his hips, ass, and back on the soft cotton beneath him and clutched at Sarah's and Jasper's waists, trying to fuse their bodies to his.

  “Shh, shh.” Sarah feathered her lips high on his cheek. “Slow down and lie back.” Her voice was soft, but her hands were firm as she rolled to her knees and pushed his arms straight above him to the headboard. “Hold on to that and just breathe.” She wrapped his fingers around the wood slats for him. “Right now this is just for you.”

  On her knees, Sarah gathered the thin material of her sundress and peeled it off over her head, leaving her in just a pair of baby blue panties. Her hair spilled over her shoulders and covered her pert breasts, but she gathered it at her nape and tied it in a knot. The sight of her smooth lines and berry-dark nipples pulled at Jace's balls, and his cock jumped toward his abdomen with excitement. Her eyes on his, she gathered the weight of her breasts in her hands and plucked at the tips until they stood out on end. With each tug, Jace's prick responded as if she pulled on the thick, sensitive head.

  Jasper moaned and shifted on the other side of him, lifting to his knees too. He pulled off his T-shirt, threw it aside, and made Jace's mouth water with the sight of his stunning, tan chest. Jace moved his focus lower, in tandem with Jasper's hand sliding down his bare torso to his belt. Jasper unbuckled the leather and slid it out of the loops of his jeans but didn't do more than unbutton and undo his zipper, giving just a peek of black underwear. The vision of loose denim hanging low on Jasper's waist pushed Jace the rest of the way home to a painfully hard cock.

  “Christ.” Jace flexed his hands around the slats of his headboard and gritted his way through the torment of a cum-heavy sac. “You're both so beautiful, I could come just from looking at you.”

  Jasper slid down on his side and slipped his hand between Jace's thighs. “We aim to give you a whole lot more than just lookin'.” He took hold of Jace's nuts and tugged them away from his body with a delicious pain. “Try to hold on for a few minutes more so you can enjoy it.” He slanted his lips across Jace's and took his mouth with a hungry, exploratory tasting that mapped every centimeter of Jace's teeth, cheeks, tongue, and even back to his throat. While he kissed Jace, he also massaged his balls and brushed tantalizingly soft touches over his taint.

  Just when Jasper had Jace squirming his hips, fighting the pleasure, the man backed off…only for Sarah to pick up where he left off. Her soft lips barely grazed his, but she moved back and forth, back and forth, in an agony of teasing that somehow made it feel like her lips and tip of her tongue flickered over every inch of skin on his body. Her slender frame pressed into his right side, and Jasper's solid line of sinewy muscles rode against his left, leaving Jace in a state of superaroused confusion.

  This isn't how it works. I don't know what to do with all the focus on me.

  “Please…” Jace let go of the headboard, but Sarah and Jasper both said, “No,” and pushed his fingers back around the slats.

  Without words, they moved as one, each kissing, licking, and tasting their way down his nape to his shoulders and chest, leaving trails of moisture and highly charged nerve endings in their wakes. Tongues circled and sucked on his nipples in tandem, twisting the darker flesh to points of acute sensitivity. Jace gripped the headboard so hard, he thought he might break the wood, and he squeezed his eyes shut against the sharp sting of teeth tugging on the tips of his nipples. His cock reached for his belly button and dropped thick beads of early cum into the dip, and his testicles had never felt so full and tight without coming in his life.

  Jace writhed, twisting the comforter under his back and buttocks with every move, but he couldn't help the response to Sarah and Jasper kissing their way down his torso and stomach. The sight of each of them inching closer to his cock had him drawing his legs up and apart and his belly quivering with anticipation.

  Sarah shifted and nuzzled her face into his thatch but, torturously, didn't get that pretty mouth of hers around his dick. She forwent his prick entirely and pressed his bent leg into the bed so she could get at his inner thigh, and Jasper followed her lead. They both licked and played with the softer skin there and pushed every bit of willpower Jace possessed right near the edge of the abyss by withholding what he needed most.

  Jace's throat convulsed; he turned his head one way then the other, but taking his eyes off those two mouths so frustratingly close to his erection didn't offer release. Sarah had her ass thrust in the air—covered only by a thin, see-through layer of fabric, part of which clung to her damp cunt—and that had Jace's fingers itching to move that cotton aside and explore those wet folds with his hands, mouth, and cock. He couldn't stand to look without touching, so he turned away, only to find Jasper with his jeans riding dangerously low, offering an enticing view of the cleft of his ass. Jace saw himself slipping his hand inside to tease that pucker he knew must be pulsing as f
ast as his own, and he nearly screamed.

  He lifted his gaze to the ceiling, seeking salvation, but he could not block the enticing wisps of tongue and fingers dancing along the insides of his thighs. “Christ, you're killing me.” Jace blew out an unsteady breath that turned his voice rough. “Somebody suck me now. Please.”

  Jace almost flew off the bed with first contact. Not to his cock but to his asshole. The hills of his buttocks were pushed apart, and wet suction pulled softly at his ring. He bit back a moan as fast lines of pleasure raced up his passage and into his spine, and he snapped his gaze down to find Sarah holding him open with her mouth tucked between his spread cheeks, rimming his pucker.

  Holy mother. Nobody I've been with, alone or in a pair, has ever tongued my ass.

  Jace could not speak, nor could he tear his stare away. Jasper watched Sarah too, and after a moment, he took Jace's straining cock in hand. He just held it, but goddamn it, his touch was firm, and Jace liked seeing Jasper's fingers wrapped around his prick.

  Sarah worked his hole over with the instincts of a pro, sucking and licking his muscle to a relaxed state of euphoria. She looked up at him with every gentle pull from her lips, and he swore her eyes burned with eager excitement. Jace stared, rapt on the vision of Sarah eating him, while inside, his chute clenched in a fast pattern of need. With eyes on him, she slipped a finger into the mix and pressed it right into his ass.

  She pushed her way through the clenching walls of his rectum, stretching him the slightest bit with the small invasion, and Jace almost couldn't breathe through the sensation. “Ohhh fuck, fuck…” It had been forever since someone stuck something—anything—inside him, and her penetration burned his entrance and shot goose bumps up and down his thighs. “More.” He shook his head to clear drops of sweat from his face. “Go deeper.”

  Sarah circled her finger within, sent his walls into bigger rippling waves, and then gave him what he wanted and pushed a second digit into his hole. He sucked in a sharp breath, and she pulled out and flicked her tongue repeatedly over his asshole, sending the nerve-rich area into a frenzy. Then she eased three fingers into his passage as far as they would go. She held them tucked inside and looked up, finding his gaze with a cautious one of her own. “Okay?”

  “Mmm.” Jace nodded and forced himself to move his hips into Sarah's penetration. “Yeah.” His small movement got her going again with the most delicious and uncomfortable slide all along his anal walls. His cock and balls twitched with accompanying joy, pushing him to take more. He locked his hands on the headboard as an anchor and rolled himself up to meet every full thrust into his flaming channel. “Fuck me.” He groaned low as she speared his chute in answer. “Fuck me.”

  Jasper moved his hand down to Jace's open ass and followed Sarah inside with one of his own fingers, widening Jace to painful proportions. Jace didn't care; he just shoved his hips harder and thrashed his head side to side, hardly able to stand the sharp concentration of sensation.

  “Oh yeah. That's it,” Jasper encouraged. He pulled his one digit out and dipped his head down to swipe his tongue across the slit of Jace's cock. He sucked down the head and swirled his tongue around, delivering one of his sweetly novice blowjobs, and Jace's skin became so hot, he thought it would burn right off his bones.

  Jasper pulled his mouth off Jace's erection. “Don't stop, Sarah,” he said as he started to drag his fist up and down the wet, hard length of Jace's prick in tight, fast strokes. “Get him feelin' so good, he'll be shoutin' the roof down by the time it's my turn in his ass.”

  Jace's entire body jerked at the other man's words, and Jasper looked up at him with the most seductive smile. “You heard me right, Jace.” He pumped all the way down Jace's dick, and each time he came up curled his hand over the sensitized head. “Once you get inside her, I'm gettin' inside you.” With that, he reached down and rolled Jace's balls in his hand with an expert touch.

  Jasper pulled Jace's dick and played with his nuts, Sarah plunged her fingers into his rectum on top of that, and Jace burst right from his core and shattered into a million little pieces. He shouted and bucked his hips high off the bed as a concentration of pleasure zoomed up his legs and down his spine then raced straight to his cock. Suspended in midair, and directed by Jasper's hold, Jace came with a shudder and arced a stream of cum high in the air, where it splashed down to his stomach in thick, milky lines. His lower body contracted repeatedly during release, holding Sarah's fingers inside him while he spit out the final bits of semen.

  Before Jace could fully recover his breathing, Sarah withdrew from his ass, and Jasper let go of his still-half-hard prick. Then, first Sarah, with Jasper following, moved up to his abdomen and began eating his seed. Wonderful, loving tongues licked over his trembling muscles, and for a moment, Jace melted into the bedding, luxuriating in the intimacy and in watching Sarah and Jasper occasionally find each other with raw, openmouthed kisses.

  “Wait—” Jace started, but Jasper reached up and covered his mouth with his hand, shutting him up. Jasper held it there until they kissed their way up his chest and back to his mouth again.

  Finding his gaze with a twinkle in her own, Sarah leaned on her elbow and traced Jace's lips with her fingers. “You left your test results out on the desk.” Some of the light muted in her gaze, and the loss of it tightened a band around Jace's chest. “Why didn't you show them to us as soon as you got them?”

  To Jace's left, Jasper didn't speak, but questions, banked hurt, and confusion lingered in his stare too.

  Jace clung to the loving, gentle brush of their hands, one on his chest and the other still teasing his lower lip. “I wanted to; the second I received the papers I wanted to, but with everything that happened…” Jace stopped for a moment to take a breath and to clear the burn pushing behind his eyes; he blinked and looked up at the ceiling again. He still fought the urge to go wash himself every time he thought about his time locked in a small room with Peter Robbins. Exhaling, Jace forced his focus back to Sarah and Jasper and spoke through the thickness coating his throat. “I felt so used and dirty because of the job, and then I couldn't protect either one of you from being hurt. I just didn't know if I had the right. I wasn't sure I even deserved to be your third anymore.”

  Sarah bolted upright, and her eyes darkened to black. “You are not our third, Jace.” Her voice held such offense, Jace would have thought he'd kicked her childhood puppy. “There is no first, second, or third here.” Her skin flushed and glistened with the sheen of passion, her nipples stood out in stark attention, and she'd never been more fiery or lovely. “There are three of us, equal and together. We don't want what you had with those other couples. You're not part-time with us, and there aren't different rules for you than there are for Jasper or me in this relationship.”

  “But—”

  “No buts.” Jasper shook his head sharply and covered Jace's mouth with his hand. “This is it, Jace. Understand? You don't walk away when you're scared or if you don't know how we're gonna react to somethin'. That's when you run to us. That's the deal. That's the way it works. You and Sarah showed me that with everythin' that went down with Samuel. Now”—he shifted to his knees, planted his hands on his thighs, and seared Jace with a pointed stare—“once and for all: are you in, or are you out?”

  Jace opened and closed his mouth, words eluding him. He hurt all over, from top to bottom, and felt that if he looked down, he would see bruises and raw, bleeding wounds covering his body. He'd been naked with partners countless times, but right now, one more word would flay him open and expose his very soul to the world. To these people, who occupied the biggest part of that piece of him. They would see, they would know, and with it, they would hold the power to destroy him.

  “You're so close, Jace. I can see it.” Sarah clutched his hand and held it curled to her heart. “Just get there.”

  “Push it out,” Jasper added. He put his hand flat on the middle of Jace's torso, and Jace swore the man could feel the turmoil
consuming him inside and tried to ease the pain. “It don't hurt so much after you do. I promise.”

  His voice hardly a rasp of sound, his heart squeezing unbearably, Jace whispered, “In.” He forced the word out as he lunged and made a grab for them both. Drawing Sarah to him, he latched onto her lips with a cling of desperation. He stayed connected to her for long minutes, exploring in the way he'd ached to do forever. He pulled her sweet taste, her warm, inviting scent, her very essence into himself, needing every bit of it. Needing her.

  Jace nipped her lips and up to her cheek and gloried in the glide of her soft mouth brushing against his jaw. He held against her temple, and the words spilled out of him again. “I'm in, Sarah.” As soon as he assured her, with a stronger voice this time, he turned to Jasper and slashed his mouth across the other man's for a searing, hard kiss. Jace still held on to Sarah's hand, and he let it sink in that they truly were three. “I'm in for keeps, cowboy,” he murmured to Jasper, their mouths still connected. “I promise.”

  Jasper nuzzled into Jace. “Glad to hear it.” He suddenly leaned back on his heels; a half smile lifted his lips, and his gaze turned amber-green with mischief. “I'd have hated to kick you out of the bed if you said no.”

  With a kiss to his arm, Sarah said softly, “Me too.” She reached down to stroke his erection, and Jace jumped, shocked to realize he was still hard as a rock. After making him hiss with the most amazing caress along his shaft and tantalizing fondling of his balls, Sarah straddled his lap. “Let me finally feel you”—she lowered herself against his cock, and they both gasped at first contact—“with nothing in between.”

  So close to getting inside Sarah, Jace paused and glanced at Jasper. Unspoken, he asked for agreement.

  His jeans around his hips, his cock jutting in glorious hardness, Jasper rubbed his hand across Sarah's back, then Jace's, and nodded.