by Sara York
Luke crawled to Bryan and lowered his head, nosing Bryan’s dick, all the while keeping his gaze locked with Bryan’s. The anticipation made Bryan’s skin crawl and his dick expand.
The first flick of Luke’s tongue across Bryan’s enflamed member almost made Bryan come, but he forced himself to calm down and wait for Luke to do more than lick him. Luke opened his mouth wide, sucking Bryan all the way to the base. Bryan moaned and clutched the bedding in both hands as Luke worked his magic.
The blow jobs Bryan had experienced from women had been great, but lacking when compared to Luke. Luke’s mouth was a deep, warm cavern that took him in and sucked him hard. His tongue pushed at Bryan’s dick, making Luke’s mouth seem smaller and tighter. The swirl of Luke’s tongue around the ridge made Bryan’s breath catch in his throat. He arched up into Luke’s mouth, his fingers searching for purchase in the sheets.
Bryan tried to hold off on coming, but he felt as though he would jump out of his own skin if he didn’t get relief. Bryan grasped onto Luke’s head and held him in place as he came hard and fast, shooting his jizz down Luke’s throat.
The release left Bryan half blind and totally exhausted. God, what was he doing? Nichole lay beside him, a perfectly beautiful woman, but all he wanted was Luke. A hole of desperation opened up inside his chest and threatened to swallow him.
Holy shit, I really want this man.
For a moment Bryan wondered if he could look Luke or Nichole in the eyes, or would he wither into a shame-filled shell? He opened his eyes and sat up partway. Luke gave him a Cheshire Cat’s grin and licked his lips. Bryan’s dick responded with a wild jump as desire pumped through him. He wanted to return the favour on Luke, to lick the guy’s cock and to teabag him until he came.
The desperation and shame at not wanting Nichole surfaced again, but he tamped it down when Luke rose up, exposing his stiff cock. Desire sparked anew in Bryan, demanding that he go down on Luke and suck him till he screamed.
Nichole didn’t want to miss out on the fun, and it appeared that the guys were having way more fun than she was at the moment. Luke had finished blowing Bryan and now the two of them were gazing into each other’s eyes like lovers.
Her breath caught in her throat when Luke leant down and kissed Bryan. The gentleness and love in Luke’s movements left her seeing green. This reminded her too much of Charisa and Derek. They’d promised to love her and to not exclude her from their lives, but one thing had led to another and they’d booted her out of their happy family. She couldn’t do that again.
Anger rocketed through her, but what the hell could she do? Sure, she’d talked to Luke every Monday at the park, but back then she hadn’t paid any attention to him. They hadn’t known each other, and she really hadn’t known Bryan. A few dates and a few meetings—you couldn’t call that knowing.
If she pitched a fit they would probably toss her out. Maybe she should have been more forceful with Charisa and Derek. She’d been so understanding with them, hoping that they would see how wonderful she could be. Now she was out in the cold and they were the happy family with a baby on the way.
Luke popped his head up and gave her a funny look. She must have said something out loud. Bryan turned his gaze to her and pulled her into a hug. She went willingly, surprised that Luke had stopped touching Bryan when his hand had cupped her pussy. A part of her knew not to get involved in another threesome, and Bryan and Luke’s little cock-slurping session had only made her angrier. But all she wanted was these two guys to fuck her until she passed out. She was screwed up and she knew it, but she didn’t know another way.
Her new neighbour had her bothered. The woman looked so much like Charisa that Nichole could hardly stand to talk to her. When she’d run into her the other day, Nichole had almost lost it—her emotions had gone haywire as the other woman had spoken to her. God, why had she run away? That was where she really wanted to be, with Amy and not in bed with these two men, but that was what she had right now, and she sure as hell would enjoy it.
Luke tugged at her bra clasp and her breasts bounced free. Bryan pushed her down onto the bed, his eyes bright with desire.
“I can’t wait to taste you.” Bryan dipped his head to her breasts, slithered his tongue out to flick it over one nipple, then the other.
Bryan dropped down between her legs and spread her pussy lips, his fingers working magic on her clit. She writhed and arched up when his mouth came down on her. Closing her eyes, she imagined her neighbour between her legs, but then Charisa’s image popped into her thoughts and she had to open her eyes and focus on the boys. Bryan sucked her clit into his mouth, his teeth grazing across her sensitive flesh. Nichole forgot about her new neighbour and Charisa.
Bryan worked one of his hands around to her ass. Before she could say anything he slid his finger into her hole as Luke kissed her breasts. Both men worked the rhythm out together, spinning her into a rush of desire. Her nipples grew harder as Bryan sucked on them, teasing her peaks with his teeth and his tongue.
Luke sat up, taking his hand and mouth away from her pussy. She wanted him back inside her. Hell, she’d do almost anything to get him back inside her.
“You ever done anal, baby?” Luke asked.
“You betcha.” She wiggled, forcing Bryan’s finger farther into her.
“What about you, cowboy? You ever rode double before?” Luke stared at Bryan with open adoration.
She couldn’t stand to look. Their emotions twisted a knife in her gut. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, trying to get her thoughts under control.
“No, never.” Bryan’s soft voice held a husky tremor that made her shake.
The last thing she wanted was to be the third wheel again. She should leave. But then Luke had his hands on her as he directed Bryan to lie down on the bed with his legs hanging off.
“Nichole, you done it this way before?”
“Yeah.” She wished they would fuck her and get it over with. Let her pass out from exhaustion and forget everything. She’d thought getting screwed by two guys tonight would wipe the memories of her previous lovers from her thoughts, but Bryan and Luke had made a connection that anyone on the outside could tell was deep. The way they gazed at each other and the way they talked proved there was something between them. They’d found something together, even though she’d been right here with them. Maybe she was reading too much into their stares and actions, but she didn’t think so.
Luke grabbed a tube of lube and a condom and slathered the slick stuff over his dick. He positioned himself behind her. “Take Bryan first.”
She caught Bryan’s cock with her hand and smiled down at him. The silky skin on his long rod felt great in her hand. She rolled a condom onto him, then guided him into her pussy, sinking down all the way. Bryan moaned and threw his head back. She squeezed her pussy walls around his cock and that elicited another moan.
Luke’s dick skimmed along her ass, and the cold lube was wet against her hole. He held her shoulders and shoved into her. With both men inside her, she was stretched tight. Bryan moaned again as Luke dictated their rhythm. He rocked forwards, then back, so slowly she thought she’d go mad. They stayed locked together for long enough that her knees almost gave out.
Bryan brushed the hair out of her face, his eyes drilling into her. The desire in his gaze shocked her. Was he really looking at her and not Luke? She glanced over her shoulder. Luke’s eyes were rolled up into his head and he was paying no attention to Bryan, who pulled her down for a kiss, his mouth soft against her lips. She wanted to cry, but she couldn’t. Not now.
The more Bryan kissed her, the tighter her desire twisted. Her clit brushed up against Bryan’s cock, getting more and more inflamed with each thrust. Luke sped up, his dick growing bigger inside her ass.
Bryan moaned something against her mouth. His shaft grazed against her clit again and set her off. She came hard and fast. Bryan came next, followed closely by Luke. Together, they collapsed into a heap on the bed.
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nbsp; She didn’t want to talk or examine her feelings. Her emotions were too raw to contemplate. Nichole closed her eyes, blocking out what she’d done. Love wasn’t on the cards for her. Tonight was all about sex. Bryan might have had affection in his eyes, but he hadn’t meant that adoration for her.
* * * *
Luke woke sometime before dawn. He reached over, pawing the bed and searching for a warm body, glad to find Bryan snoring softly beside him. His heart sped up and his dick grew stiff. He reached out again, expecting to find Nichole, but she wasn’t there. He stumbled to the bathroom and took care of business before setting out to search for her. For a second, fear gripped him. What if she’d done something like taken pictures of him and Bryan to sell to the highest bidder? Sure, he’d talked to her every Monday, but in reality he knew close to nothing about the woman. What if she worked for a trade magazine or a trashy photographer? Shit, he needed to be more careful.
Relief poured through him when he found her in his favourite spot in his entire home—curled up on his black leather chair watching the city below. His relief turned to sorrow when he heard soft sobs coming from her. A few times last night he’d seen pain-filled desperation cross her face. He guessed they all had something to be sad about.
He sat on the floor, facing her, and took her hand. She didn’t take her eyes off the view outside the window. If she wanted to talk, she would. He wouldn’t push her to tell him anything. They had no real history, and even though he felt something for her, it wasn’t his place to be her emotional dumping ground.
They sat like that for a long while as the sky lightened. Her tears finally dried and she shifted in her seat, but still held onto his hand.
“I bet the view is beautiful from here no matter what time of year.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
“I like it best in winter. When snow blankets the park, it makes me wish I was a kid again.”
“I wish I could go back,” Nichole said.
“Sometimes, I do too.” He remembered his youth, filled with one modelling gig after another. He’d never had time to play or be a kid.
“You have Bryan. Why would you want to leave him?”
The anger and bitterness in her voice shocked him. “We’ve only just met. Sure, we’ve been on a few dates, but I don’t have him.”
“Yeah, but I can tell. You love him.”
He didn’t want to think about love or emotions. He felt something for Bryan, but putting a label on their relationship right now wasn’t worth the pain and heartache he’d get later if Bryan walked out. “Nichole, what’s really bothering you? You had a great time last night, right? You wanted to be here—or was I wrong about that?”
She huffed out a breath and squeezed her eyes shut. Luke waited, not sure if he wanted to push her to talk about this. Obviously Nichole had something that was bothering the heck out of her, but did he even want to try to help her fix her situation?
“Last month I was a part of a happy family. Charisa and Derek were the loves of my life. We all lived together in what I thought was bliss. Then things changed.”
“What things?” Luke asked.
“They started spending more time together without me about six months ago. In the beginning I thought nothing of it. I worked double duty most days because I’m saving for college. Then last month they admitted to loving each other exclusively.”
“Exclusively, as in you were kicked out?”
“Yeah, and I’d been with Charisa long before Derek stepped into the picture.”
“Any chance they’ll want you back after a few weeks? Maybe they’ll figure out they want you in their lives again.”
Nichole hiccupped in a huge sob. “No, Charisa is pregnant. They planned the whole thing. Derek said it would be sick for a child to be raised around that type of relationship.” Huge tears ran down her face.
Luke hopped up off the floor and sat in the chair, pulling Nichole into his lap. She curled up on him and cried herself to sleep. After the sun came up a noise sounded behind Luke, so he glanced over his shoulder. Bryan leaned up against the doorjamb, his cock at half-mast.
Lust and something a little stronger flowed through Luke. The ‘something more’ scared the shit out of him because he didn’t want to want Bryan, not like that. Nichole’s words kept needling his mind, pricking him over and over again, bringing out the pain of loneliness. He didn’t have Bryan, the way Nichole thought he did. They were fuck buddies and nothing more. Hell, they hadn’t even been fuck buddies until last night. Emotions weren’t part of his life and they couldn’t be right now. He liked Bryan but he’d been screwed too many times to let emotions play into his decisions.
He placed his fingers on his lips, telling Bryan to be quiet. Luke gathered Nichole up in his arms and carried her to the bed. He placed her on her side and pulled the covers up over her. She rolled into a little ball and slept on, as though he hadn’t moved her.
He shut the bedroom door and joined Bryan in the kitchen. “Make yourself at home. I have eggs for breakfast.”
“Sounds great.” For a moment they stared at each other, the tension thick.
“Really, grab something to eat. I’m sure you’re starving. I could make you something—”
Bryan held up his hand. “No, I’ll cook. I actually enjoy cooking but haven’t done much since I moved.”
“Well, the pans are under the stovetop and the plates and bowls are in the cabinet by the sink.”
Bryan nodded and opened the fridge. He stared at the food for a moment before he pulled out eggs and bell peppers. Already, Luke liked the man.
“The other night, that was the first time I’ve ever seen you at Silver Lace,” Luke said.
Bryan stopped cracking eggs into a bowl and glanced over his shoulder at Luke. A flash of pain flitted across Bryan’s face, then was covered by indifference.
“That’s because I’ve never been there.”
“That’s a shame. How come?” Luke asked.
Bryan started to cut the vegetables, but moved to the higher bar area, as if he realised how close the knife was to his cock. Luke thought Bryan had forgotten about his question, but then Bryan turned around to face him. The pain was back again, etched across his face, his eyes glassy with anger.
“I was in this relationship for the last few years. It ended recently, so I went out.”
“Did you find what you were looking for?” The question was loaded. Luke knew better than to ask if people liked him. He wished he could take the words back.
Bryan glanced away from Luke, sending an unwelcome chill down Luke’s back. That look said it all. Bryan didn’t need to answer. Just like always, Luke had never been more than a pretty thing to others. They didn’t appreciate anything deeper than his appearance.
“No, I found something different,” Bryan said, his gaze shifting back to Luke’s.
“What do you mean?” Luke held his breath. Did Bryan like something about him other than his beauty?
“I certainly wasn’t expecting to find a man. I gave that up in college. I was happy with my girlfriend. Very happy.”
“So you wanted to get fucked and you got fucked. Who cares if it was with a guy?”
Bryan spun back to the stovetop, turned the burner on and let it heat up. After using some oil, he dropped in the vegetables and let them simmer for a minute or so. He added the eggs next, stirring them around with a spoon, his shoulders stiff.
Luke waited for Bryan to answer, to prove his assumptions that no one would ever find him special right. Bryan had no idea who Luke was. But what if he’d been wrong about that and Bryan knew exactly who he was? Hell, Luke had been taken advantage of so often, he wouldn’t give a shit if this guy had taken him for a ride too.
Bryan grabbed two plates and served up the eggs. He placed both plates on the bar and handed a fork to Luke.
“I found more than I was looking for. I can’t explain it. I think I’m stupid for saying that, mainly because you’re a dude and I’m a dude, but he
ll, I don’t know what to do.”
Luke’s chest went tight. He took a bite of the eggs. Bryan had experienced the feeling too. He hadn’t been imagining the connection. His mind stalled at the possibilities.
“You’re not saying much,” Bryan said.
Luke took another bite of his eggs. “I’m stalling.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want to jinx what we have.”
Bryan put down his fork and reached for Luke’s arm, but didn’t actually touch him. “What’s going on here?” Bryan asked, his voice laced with stress.
“I don’t know, but I like this. I like kissing you more than I should.” Luke leaned closer to Bryan, almost brushing his shoulder.
“How much should you like kissing me?”
Luke let his gaze travel down Bryan’s body to his cock. Neither of them had put on clothes, and now both of them had obvious boners. He remembered his conversation with Nichole only an hour ago. She’d voiced her concern about being a third wheel, and here he was thinking of fucking Bryan silly and forgetting all about her, but Bryan was too tempting to ignore. His body craved the man, and he just needed to get his rocks off—or, at least, that had been what he’d told himself.
He cringed. That was how other guys thought of him—only as a tool to get off with. He’d been a booty call too many times, but building a relationship took time and energy. Maybe treating Bryan like an ass was the smart thing to do.
Luke abandoned his food and pulled Bryan to the black leather couch. He pushed him down and stared at the man’s body. No, Bryan wasn’t a model, but he was super hot and his cock was just the size Luke liked.
“I want to fuck you silly, but since you’ve never done anal it would be wrong. But boy, do I ever want to.”
“I’m willing to try.”
Bryan looked so cute when he was trying to please Luke. “It wouldn’t be fair to you. We need to do some anal play first, and I want you too bad to be patient right now. Maybe later.” Luke cursed himself for being so considerate. He was supposed to be being an ass, but every time he looked at Bryan goose bumps travelled up his spine and emotion twisted his heart.
