Zane groaned when V’s mouth met his skin, her tongue trailing lightly down his spine, her fingers doing the same on his chest. His cock was lengthening, swelling until he wanted to rid himself of the damn tight jeans.
He didn’t turn around, mainly because he couldn’t. This was what he wanted, he really, truly did. One time. It was all about the experience. It’s what he lived for. His life had been about adventure, and this was just another checkmark on the already full score card. Only this time he was crossing a line that he’d blurred sometime during the last few weeks.
As the alcohol buzzed in his bloodstream, Zane gave himself over to the sensations, the need. Turning to face V, he looked down into eyes the same sparkling brown as the whiskey he’d just devoured. So fucking beautiful. He could see in his periphery that Beau was still standing across the room.
“Come here,” he ordered the big man, wondering where the growl in his voice was coming from. He felt like a wild animal, ready to pounce. Ready to mark his territory however he needed to.
Beau moved forward, and when he was within reach, Zane looked up at him as V moved out of the way. When she wiggled in behind him, Zane had to take a step forward, bringing him that much closer to Beau. He heard her shift, then realized she’d perched up on the kitchen counter, and now she was pulling him back against her, her cool fingers once more trailing up his back, then into his hair as she tilted his head to the side and began sucking on his neck.
His fucking knees damn near gave out when she nipped him. The sharp sting was dulled by the whiskey, but it was sexy as hell.
Zane kept his gaze locked with Beau's, and he knew they would stand here like this forever if he didn’t say something. Do something. He reminded himself that this was all or nothing. Right here. Right now.
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Kissing Zane’s neck was supposed to be a distraction. V wasn’t sure whether she was trying to distract him or herself, but she was pretty sure it wasn’t working on either of them. She continued to watch the two men as they stood less than a foot apart, waiting, wondering just how far this was going to go. V had no doubts that Zane wanted this; she could feel it in the subtle vibrations in his vigorous body. He was tense, not even the whiskey had unlocked the strained muscles in his back.
Glancing up at Beau, she had to wonder who was more nervous. He looked like he was gearing up for the fight of his life and he didn’t expect to win.
Just when it looked as though both men might decide to forgo this endeavor altogether, Zane surprised them all by reaching out, gripping Beau by the back of his neck and pulling him close, their mouths crashing against one another and the brutal kiss that ensued stole V’s breath.
Leaning closer to Zane’s neck, she kept her eyes pinned on their mouths as they ate at one another. This wasn’t a simple, get to know you type of kiss. This was hungry and desperate and so damn raw, V half expected sparks to start shooting out from where they touched.
“That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” she groaned against Zane’s ear and his growling response only heated her blood even more. “I want to watch while he sucks your cock deep into his mouth. I want you to watch,” she encouraged, continuing to hold him against her, his back flush against her front, his hips encased in her thighs as she wrapped her legs around him from behind. Zane was gripping one of her thighs, holding her close as though she were grounding him somehow.
When Zane broke the kiss, they both were panting, and from where she sat, she could see the dazed look in Beau’s eyes.
“Do it,” she whispered in his ears. “Make him suck your cock, Zane.”
Zane might’ve said he wanted to be in control, but V knew he would welcome the help. As desperate as they all might be to see where this would lead, she knew it was foreign. For all of them. Sharing her had become almost normal, but for these two alpha males to give in to one another, that was going to take some coaxing. At least on Zane’s part.
“Pull out my cock,” Zane ordered, speaking to Beau.
V rested her chin on Zane’s shoulder, her arms wrapped around his chest, beneath his arms. It was almost as though she were holding him back, but really, she was trying to keep him with her. As kinky as this was, she wasn’t willing to let Zane go this alone.
“Awww, fuck.” The unrestrained growl that tore from Zane’s lips as soon as Beau had freed his cock echoed around them.
Beau didn’t hesitate before he lowered to his knees. V continued to watch down the front of Zane’s body, holding him back, but not restraining him. When Beau’s tongue darted out and licked the head of Zane’s cock, Zane’s body jolted, and she held even tighter.
“That’s so damn sexy,” she whispered in Zane’s ear. “Watching Beau on his knees, sucking you, teasing you the way I do. It makes me want to help him.”
Zane’s body went utterly rigid, and V wondered if it was due to something she said or what Beau was doing. She wasn’t sure. When he pulled one hand free of her grip, V watched as Zane thrust his fingers into Beau’s hair, holding him close but not impeding his movements.
“Don’t you dare make me come,” Zane warned.
The sound of Beau’s tongue and mouth working Zane over was making V wetter than she thought possible. She couldn’t see all of what he was doing anymore because Zane’s body was bowed, his head falling back against her. She nipped and sucked his neck, then his earlobe, relishing in the harsh, choppy breaths Zane was taking.
“Take me deeper,” Zane ordered. “Don’t move.”
V leaned forward once more watching in absolute awe as Zane fed his cock deeper and deeper into Beau’s mouth.
“Damn, it’s too fucking good. I’m not ready to come yet.”
V wasn’t ready for him to either. This party was just getting started, and that deviant, libidinous side of her wanted to watch these two men longer. She wanted Beau to find his pleasure in the moment. She just wasn’t sure what that was.
Chapter Twenty Five
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Beau let Zane use his mouth. He never stopped sucking, stroking his smooth, hot erection. This wasn’t much different than the other night, but it was so much more at the same time. Zane was fully onboard, giving and taking at the same time. Beau wanted to see how far he’d go. Not that he wasn’t nervous because he was. His brain didn’t shut down, not since he dropped to his knees in front of his friend. Knowing that Zane wasn’t doing this for himself made it tip the scales of lascivious encounters. No, Zane was doing this for him and V. Beau knew that. He didn’t question it because this was his selfish moment. There weren’t many of those, but he wanted this.
If there were a chance for him to go further, to do more than he ever imagined, Beau wanted Zane to be his first. They may never talk about it again, but he wanted to walk away with the knowledge that his first time had been about him. Frequently he was the third in these little trysts, although sometimes Zane was, depending on the woman they’d taken. This time he wasn’t the third. V was, and that had Beau’s brain buzzing with desire.
“I want to watch you fuck him.” V’s words shattered the silence and Beau felt Zane’s legs go rigid beneath his hands. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to break the moment because he feared what V said would send Zane running.
“I want to watch you bury your cock in his ass, fucking him the way he wants. This is for all three of us, Zane.”
Beau didn’t stop his ministrations, continuing to pull Zane deep in his mouth, bobbing his head over his long, thick cock, all the while refusing to touch himself. He didn’t want to alter the course they were on. He also didn’t want to go off like a rocket, which he feared he would. It didn’t take long, the night Zane had touched him. Even if it hadn’t been in a teasing manner, the feel of Zane’s hand on him had been pure, carnal torture.
“Do you want that, Zane?”
Beau opened his eyes and looked up the length of Zane’s magnificent body until he reached his eyes. Zane was staring down at him, and the second
their gazes collided, Beau knew what was coming.
“Yes,” Zane growled the single word and Beau’s cock throbbed, lengthened. He wasn’t sure he’d make it to that point. “Stand up.”
Beau released Zane’s cock from his mouth with a loud pop, never breaking the eye contact. He stood to his feet, and although he was taller and a few pounds heavier than Zane, he actually felt smaller. The control Zane had over him was compelling, even if the man didn’t realize it.
When Zane moved forward, Beau waited, wondering what was going to happen next.
“Get down. I want you to undress him,” Zane told V.
Beau wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle her talented little mouth on him. He was primed and ready to explode. When V didn’t hesitate, jumping to her feet and moving closer to him, Beau could only watch.
When her small fingers found his belt buckle, he sucked in a breath, the cool contact against his bare skin beneath his shirt was almost too much.
“Turn around and lean against the counter.”
Beau processed V’s words, but it took a few seconds before his feet actually did what his brain was telling them to do. Zane moved around to the side, his arm brushing against him and Beau found it even harder to breathe.
He felt like he was in an alternate universe, watching this from somewhere far away, but close at the same time. He knew the sensations of her hands touching him while she removed his clothes one piece at a time were real, he just didn’t know it could be this good. His skin was hypersensitive; there was a buzz in his brain similar to when he’d had his fair share of liquor. Beau didn’t want it to end.
Sex had always been good, and Beau had never been dissatisfied. Ever. But this... This was more than the best he’d ever had. It was as though the electrical current directly connected to his bloodstream was making a complete circuit.
Beau sucked in a breath when V’s soft, warm hand gripped his dick, stroking him so lightly, it was almost the equivalent of a light breeze. So good.
He watched her, seeing how her pretty pink lips wrapped around the engorged head, the feel of her tongue teasing the slit in the head had his knees shaking.
“Do you like her hot mouth on you?”
Zane’s words filtered in through the haze in his brain and Beau nodded, watching as she slid him deeper in her mouth, her tongue teasing the underside before curling around him completely.
“Son of a –” He let the last word die off as he got lost in the sensation.
“Open your eyes,” Zane demanded and Beau’s eyes flew open, but he didn’t look at the man. He kept his gaze firmly planted on V and her lips as she continued to torment him with pure, ecstasy.
“Have you ever had a blow job by a man, Beau?”
Zane’s tone was harsh, but not mean in any way. It was almost like the guy could hardly contain whatever was building on the inside.
“No,” he said honestly. Unless his dreams counted, Beau had never felt a man’s lips on his aching dick. No matter how much he’d wanted it.
His brain barely registered the movement when Zane’s body lowered closer to the floor, directly in front of him, beside V.
Beau had to grip the edge of the granite countertop just to remain standing, and Zane hadn’t even touched him. Just the thought of his mouth on him had his balls tightening, the need to come too much to bear. He couldn’t watch, wasn’t sure he could handle the sight of Zane blowing him.
The sensations changed, and Beau dropped his head back, keeping his eyes tightly closed. V’s silken hand was still wrapped around the base, applying just enough pressure to keep him grounded in the moment, but as soon as a pair of firm lips wrapped around the head of his cock, Beau’s body shook violently, his cock jumping.
“Open your eyes, Beau.”
V’s words were encouraging, but he couldn’t do it. He wasn’t sure he’d survive it if he did. He grunted and inhaled sharply, the warmth that enveloped him was unlike anything he’d ever felt. Zane’s mouth wasn’t gentle or teasing. The man was both hesitant and demanding all at the same time.
When the warmth disappeared, Beau wanted to cry out from the loss.
“Open your eyes.” The male growl that erupted in his ear drums had Beau pulling his head forward. “Watch. It’s all about you right now. Only you.”
Well, when Zane put it that way...
Beau tilted his head down, holding his breath as he prayed that he wouldn’t pass out. Oh, God! It was so fucking good. Too damn good to be real. His dreams hadn’t felt like this. Nothing felt like this before.
A growl pierced the air and Beau realized it was him. He watched, transfixed on the two heads between his legs and when V moved lower, using her little tongue to bathe his nuts, Beau wondered how he was still standing.
“Fuck!”
“Open your eyes, Beau.” Again, V’s voice brought him back from the edge. “Fuck his mouth.”
The idea hadn’t even occurred to him. This was Zane. Zane was always in control, and Beau didn’t want to do anything that would make him stop doing what he was doing.
“Now.” V’s demand made his hand move of its own volition, gripping the silky, lustrous strands of Zane’s hair as he pulled him closer, slowly sliding his dick deeper into the man’s mouth, watching as the shaft disappeared inch by inch until he was damn near in Zane’s throat. Pulling out, he repeated the process over and over, ever so slowly, not wanting to rush this because he knew as soon as he did, he was going to come.
When Zane sucked painfully hard, Beau realized he’d closed his eyes again, and he was now staring down at the man on his knees before him. His cock fell from Zane's lips, and Beau wanted to beg him not to stop.
“Bedroom. Now.”
Without another thought, Beau got with the program, traipsing naked across the spacious living room and over to the bed. He had no choice. It was that or panic.
He refused to do the latter.
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Zane had no idea what prompted him to suck Beau’s dick, but he had. Never having been one to feel regret, the feeling didn’t overcome him now. He didn’t regret this, but with each and everything they did, he was reinstating the fact that this wasn’t something he craved. Whether or not that made him feel any better, he didn’t know. The only thing he did know, he was going through with it.
When he’d told Beau that this was about him, he’d meant it. Something in his friend’s eyes made him want to be here. Right here in this moment. With V by his side, Zane knew this was finally all about someone other than him or her. As many times as the three of them had come together, it’d never been like this. He realized how selfish he’d been. Their threesomes had always been about the woman, even if the two of them found their own satisfaction. Only Zane hadn’t realized that Beau’s satisfaction had never been complete.
Oh, he wasn’t being a fucking martyr. That’s not why he was doing this. He had his own curiosity, and this was satisfying that need, but more importantly, he was eager to bring Beau to the edge and send him over.
“You, naked.” Zane looked over at V who was standing to the side like she wasn’t invited to this little shindig. Thankfully she didn’t have much in the way, and within seconds she was stark naked, and Zane’s body reared to life even more so than before.
Zane nodded to V, and the woman seemed to know exactly what he wanted from her. She moved in closer to Beau, pulling his head down to hers and kissing him with a fury that the moment required. It didn’t take long before the two of them were on the bed, and V had managed to get on top of Beau. He opted to watch for a few minutes as he gathered condoms and lubricant.
When he turned back around, he found Beau flat on his stomach, V straddling his back as she moved down his body placing kisses across the taut skin. Beau was rigid and unmoving, and although the expression on his face looked pained, he looked like he was enjoying it.
Zane didn’t move, watching intently as V did something he’d never expected her to do. She’d crawled down bet
ween Beau’s legs and was placing small bites along his ass, using her hands to separate the white globes before her tongue disappeared between them.
Beau’s body bowed, and he growled, a sound Zane had never heard before. She continued to ream his ass with her tongue, moments before she slid one finger inside his ass. Zane’s dick jumped, forcing him to grip it painfully. The sight was profoundly prurient, and he wished like hell V had done that to him.
Later. There was plenty of time for the two of them to explore later.
When her other hand slid across the mattress, Zane looked down, confused. She pulled her fingers in and out as though beckoning him for something and when he met her eyes, she darted them down to the tube of lubrication in his hand. He tossed it to her, returning his gaze to where she continued to tease the man’s puckered hole with one small finger. For the first time in his life, Zane realized he was considering fucking a man. As strange as the feeling was, he wanted this. What that said about him, he didn’t know. He didn’t fucking care either.
“Do you like that?” He found himself talking once again to Beau. “Do you like when V fucks your ass with her fingers, Beau?”
“Fuck yes. More. God, I need more.”
Beau’s body was bucking on the bed, his thick cock pressed into the mattress beneath his big body, his ass pressing insistently against V’s finger – no, make that two fingers. That’s why she needed the lube. Zane watched as V began scissoring her fingers in his ass.
Zane wasn’t sure he could take much more before he exploded right there in his own fucking hand.
He moved onto the bed, handing one condom to V as she slid her fingers out of Beau’s ass. It took a minute, maybe longer for them to get situated, but once they did, Zane was looking down the long, strong length of Beau’s back, V’s much smaller body hidden beneath him. Beau had risen up on his knees long enough for V to roll the condom down his rock hard length. When he covered her once more, Zane heard her gasp as Beau impaled her on his dick.
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