Luscious Beginnings [Love in Luscious, Kansas 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting ManLove)

by Mia Ashlinn

  Stepping away, Brett pulled his cock from Sam’s mouth. Then he did something Sam would never have expected. He leaned down and kissed Sam, a never-ending, thorough kiss that had Sam practically purring.

  When Brett released Sam’s lips a short while later, Ethan encircled Sam’s waist with his arms. Using his strong hands, he lifted Sam up easily then rotated him until he was on his back. Then Ethan climbed atop Sam. And like Brett, he kissed him mindlessly before rolling them both to the side and cuddling their bodies together. They weren’t even settled down when Brett joined them.

  “Damn, that was hot,” Brett mumbled as he drifted across the mattress, moving in close to Sam and pressing Sam’s body to Ethan’s. Using his massive arms as a link, Brett locked the three of them together more snugly than three bugs in a rug. Then with a drawn-out sigh, he buried his face tenderly into Sam’s neck and nuzzled his sweat-slickened skin.

  Affected deeply by Brett’s blatant show of emotion, Sam shivered. “Mmmm.”

  Ethan yawned in Sam’s ear. “Unbelievable.” Tautening his hold, he drew Sam tighter into the warmth of his arms while reaching across and caressing the sculpted curve of Brett’s hip.

  Before long, Sam heard the even breathing of both his lovers as they fell asleep. Still, he couldn’t seem to succumb to his exhaustion. His mind was too busy churning, his heart was too engaged in racing, and he couldn’t seem to suppress the worry mounting inside him long enough to relax.

  Sam knew tonight had changed everything. But shit, now what did he do? Would he awaken in the morning and plan for the future with Brett and Ethan? Or would reality smack him in the face?

  Sure, Sam wanted to believe that everything was perfect now that they’d made love. And true, he’d hoped they would end up here—in each others’ arms. But the bottom line was they’d needed to talk before they fell into bed and they hadn’t. They should have taken the time to think about what this would mean because now that Sam had had Brett and Ethan, he wouldn’t give them up, even if that meant letting go of the life he’d planned.

  After tonight, there would be no marriage and no babies for him. But what about Brett? What about Ethan? They had planned for the same things he had. Would they be as willing as he was to give up their dreams for him? Sam didn’t know, and he was terrified to find out.

  Chapter 14

  Sam awakened with a jerk. He was hot like a wildfire blazing through the forest. Sweat oozed from his pores, coating every inch of him. The excess moisture caused the Egyptian cotton sheets wrapped around his hips to cling to his feverish flesh. He wasn’t sure if his temperature spike was due to the erotic dream he’d been having or the two deliciously hard, decadently warm bodies sandwiching him in.

  Laying there, Sam did his best to calm his erratic breathing. But as every amazing detail of last night’s events came pouring back, his breathing only grew more shallow, even more strenuous, until breathing was not only uncomfortable but also damn near impossible. Holy Mother of Godzilla. He’d watched porn—with his best friends. Oh yes, he had. Then he’d fucked them. And now, he was in bed with them on either side of him.

  Out of nowhere, reality crashed in on Sam. Oh shit. He was in bed—with Brett and Ethan. Oh fuck. He was naked and in bed—with Brett and Ethan. Son of a bitch. What did he do now? What did he say? He’d never been in this situation before. It wasn’t like he’d ever awakened with two sexy men, let alone the two that truly mattered to him.

  Play it cool, Sam. Play it cool.

  Before Sam had a chance to do or say anything Brett announced, “Someone is thinking awfully hard, E.”

  Sam rotated his head toward Brett, his turn quick and sharp. He immediately locked gazes with his still-foggy eyed lover.

  “His thinking is not the only hard thing in this room,” Ethan remarked, his voice husky from sleep.

  Sam groaned. His cock came to life with a force strong enough to cause his breath to hitch, and he had to tense his muscles to keep from rolling over and jumping on Ethan’s sleek, contoured body. He could straddle his lover’s lean legs and have that huge dick down his throat in no time. Or he could just grab the lube on the nightstand and ride Ethan’s cock while Brett face-fucked him.

  Oh God, he needed to stop thinking like that. He was already horny enough. He didn’t need his dick to get any harder or his head to be any more clouded with lust. He was struggling to maintain control as it was.

  Who would have thought one night of loving would turn him into a nympho? He’d never felt like this, so energized and so primed for more. His body should be exhausted after last night’s sex-a-thon. But no, he was ready to go. And go and go…like the Energizer bunny on speed.

  “Yep, he’s overthinking,” Brett reiterated, his eyes never releasing Sam’s. “I say we fix that.”

  Sam’s lips spread wide, and he shared a naughty smile with Brett. When his new lover’s eyes flared, Sam’s heart skipped a beat. “Fix away.” He rolled onto his side and faced Brett as Ethan scooted forward, spooning him from behind.

  “I love to fix things,” Ethan commented offhandedly.

  “Since when, pretty boy?” Brett asked as he winked at Sam. “I’ve never seen you get your hands dirty.”

  Ethan nipped Sam’s neck, the tiny bite stinging sweetly through his veins, and he shuddered. “When it comes to the two of you, I’ll be more than happy to get dirty and sweaty and grimy and whatever the hell else you want. I’m easy like that.”

  Sam wasn’t going there right now. It was just too easy. And he was too interested in other things—like the hard cock snuggled up to his back and the huge dick nestled against his lower abdomen.

  Brett, however, took the bait and ran with it. “Easy?” He chuckled. “Ethan, a hooker’s easy. You’re a deranged horndog.”

  “Mmhmm.” Ethan trailed a series of torrid kisses along the curve of Sam’s neck, each touch of his lips like the scorching sun licking across Sam’s skin. Wanting to burn, craving the heat, Sam angled his head to the side, allowing Ethan access to ease his mouth upward in a tormenting path. His lover’s journey was lazy and way too long for his nonexistent patience.

  Ready to beg, Sam opened his mouth to free his pleas, but the words caught in his throat when Ethan placed his lips a mere hairbreadth below his ear. His lover lashed the sensitive flesh where his jaw met the bottom of his earlobe with the flattest part of his tongue. Velvet never felt so good.

  Sam shivered. His thoughts spun wildly as Ethan rose up and blew a puff of air into his ear. “You both love me just the way that I am,” he whispered. “Deranged horndog and all.”

  Sam smiled. He did love Ethan, warts and all. But Brett stole his smile away. He covered Sam’s lips with his own, and Sam groaned. As Sam slipped his mouth open, Brett went in for the kill. He dipped between Sam’s lips and delved inside.

  Brett’s kiss was surprisingly slow, astonishingly thorough, and his mouth was exquisitely tender. But Sam sensed the heat simmering below the surface. Hungering for a taste of the tempest he felt swirling through Brett, Sam cradled one side of his lover’s face then slanted his head and struck.

  He flattened his lips to Brett’s unmercifully, their mouths mashed together until the pressure borderlined on the most pleasurable pain. Brett moaned into Sam’s mouth, his cry anguished. And for a second, Sam wished he could hear the husky sound uncensored. But he couldn’t release Brett’s mouth. Not for anything.

  Behind him, Ethan used his mouth to toy with Sam’s ear. Up and down, he kissed and licked. He nibbled playfully, all the while whispering, “We’ve waited a lifetime to be together. I think we need to make up for lost time.” His voice lowered an octave, the gruff tone rolling over Sam in a powerful wave. Then his raspy words turned wicked, much to Sam’s delight. “Every day, you’re going to wake up with a dick in your mouth or ass. And on a good day, like today, you’ll get both.”

  A trembled rippled through Sam.

  “Every night we’re going to fuck until the three of us fall fast aslee
p,” Ethan continued as he splayed his sizable hand on Sam’s hip. “Then we’ll start all over in the morning.”

  While Sam was distracted by Ethan, Brett drove his tongue forward and forced Sam’s back. He traced Sam’s bottom lip then, without warning, he nipped the flesh and drew into his mouth. The prick of pain from Brett’s tiny bite electrified Sam, and he writhed.

  “Did our lover bite you, Sam?” Ethan asked in a raspy tone. “He loves to do that.”

  Sam nodded his head in agreement, but he wasn’t sure whether or not Ethan saw. And frankly, he didn’t give a fuck if he’d seen or not.

  Ethan smoothed his hand across Sam’s hips before advancing toward Brett’s. As the heavenly heat of Ethan’s touch vanished, Sam grumbled, but Brett’s mouth swallowed it.

  Selfishly, Sam wanted Ethan’s hand back. He missed the warmth. He needed the connection. But when Ethan rocked his hips and his erection came into contact with Sam’s ass crack, the world stopped. His heart slammed into his rib cage. His cock stiffened. And his hand tensed along the side of Brett’s face.

  “You like that, do you?” Ethan inquired as he withdrew his hand from Brett’s hip then grasped his cock. He didn’t wait before guiding the stalk to the crevice splitting Sam’s ass. “Let’s do it again.”

  Sam loved how Ethan’s voice was coarse, gritty like sandpaper. And shit, the feel of his long, solid shaft snuggled between Sam’s ass cheeks was absolutely sinful. Tempted beyond reason, Sam’s body took over. He instinctively pushed back, silently sharing what he wanted—more of Ethan, more of his cock.

  “Ah, ah. Patience is a virtue, Sam.” Ethan grabbed Sam by the hips. He manhandled his lower body, holding him captive. Ethan’s grip was relentless, his fingertips biting into Sam’s flesh with enough unwavering strength to leave fingerprints.

  Sam moaned. The sound came from a deep, dark place he didn’t know existed inside him—until now. Then he ripped his lips from Brett’s and jerked back. “Fuck patience and screw virtue. I want you and Brett. Now.”

  The cockiest smirk Sam had ever seen crossed Brett’s gorgeous face. “We’ve created a monster,” he said as his appreciative gaze roamed over Sam. “A very sexy, unbelievably perfect-for-us monster.”

  The heat in Brett’s eyes, the passion burning bright, had Sam’s heart melting as easily as snow on a summer day. His magnetizing gaze was enough to have Sam coasting his hand down the side of Brett’s face to his broad shoulders. He paused for a mere second and massaged the corded muscles built from years of working out then he drew his hands across Brett’s collarbone. He kept his touch light, feathering his fingertips along the bulge delicately.

  Brett shuddered beneath Sam’s hand. He threw his head back with a low groan. “God yes, Sam. Keep going.”

  “Yes, Sam,” Ethan ordered in a dominant voice. “Keep going.” His tone set off sparks inside Sam, starting a tingle in his spine, the prickling sensation then streaking deliciously downward.

  Following Brett and Ethan’s demands, Sam kept going lower until he reached his lover’s pectoral muscles. He molded his hand to the gently rounded curvature, ensuring that the center of his palm lay against Brett’s nipple. Greedily, he ground his hand against the stiff nub.

  Brett cried out, “Sam!” Then he captured Sam by the neck and hauled him forward for another ravening kiss.

  At the precise moment Brett’s tongue burrowed into Sam’s mouth, Ethan surged his hips forward. His cock skated between Sam’s cleft. He made one pass then another, each of them grazing Sam’s rear entrance in a tantalizing touch that teased more than gratified.

  Sam drove his hand lower, skimming over Brett’s flawlessly ripped abs and edging down the length of his sleek hips before coming to rest on his lover’s tight ass. But he didn’t relax long. He palmed the sinewy flesh. Strong and firm yet soft and malleable, his ass was perfection personified, a work of art created by a master sculptor.

  “Fuck his ass with your finger, Sam,” Ethan commanded, his voice every bit as dominant as it had been earlier. “Get him ready. I want him so hot and hard that he blows as soon as I get in his snug little asshole.”

  As Brett continued to kiss him senseless, Sam dipped one finger between his lover’s cheeks. Then he pressed forward until he found Brett’s puckered hole. Using his thumb, Sam rimmed Brett’s rosette, his circular pattern slow and easy. He worshipped the entrance to Brett’s ass, caressing then massaging before stroking and kneading. With his every touch, Brett’s rosette quivered as though begging for something to fill it.

  Ethan’s hips quit moving abruptly. “I don’t believe I told you to play with him. I told you to finger-fuck him.”

  Sam groaned at the demand in Ethan’s tone. On a base level, he was compelled to say Yes, Sir. But he knew that wouldn’t go over well with Brett or Ethan. Dominant, they might be. But neither Ethan nor Brett were Doms in the true BDSM sense of the word. And he wasn’t a true submissive, either.

  Adhering to Ethan’s orders, Sam probed Brett’s hole. He applied pressure but didn’t get in a hurry. Since he didn’t have any lube yet, he didn’t want to do anything that would cause Brett discomfort.

  Cautiously, Sam pressed inward and eased further inside Brett. His finger slipped in without any difficulty. As soon as he was fully seated, Brett released his lips with a guttural cry. “Fuck. Me.”

  “In a minute,” Ethan growled. “Now turn over. Put your back against Sam’s front.” He pulled his upper body back. The heat of his skin bled away from Sam as his lover reached behind him, presumably to snag the lube from last night on the nightstand. Then the sound of a bottle being opened and liquid squirting filled the room. After that, things seemed to get a little fuzzy.

  * * * *

  With a secret smile, Ethan slipped his lubricated hand between Sam and Brett’s bodies. Not warning either of them, he coated Sam’s cock liberally with the slick moisture then led the tip to Brett’s rear entrance. “Fuck Brett,” he growled.

  “I thought—” Sam started. But Ethan stopped him. He brazenly helped Sam’s dick into Brett’s ass with his hand.

  “You thought wrong. Now fuck him.”

  Sam hadn’t been wrong. He had been planning on fucking Brett. But when he’d seen the look of ecstasy on Brett’s face as Sam slipped his finger into his hole, Ethan had changed his mind. Sam should get to fuck Brett this morning. Besides, Ethan had no problem fucking Sam again. His lover had one hot-as-hell ass.

  Soon, Sam jerked his hips and thrust all the way inside Brett. As he did, Ethan slathered lube all over his own cock. Then he placed his already weeping head against Sam’s entrance. Unlike last night, he didn’t wait. He nudged Sam’s anus then forged inside. He was careful but unrelenting. He didn’t move as slowly or as gently as before. But Sam didn’t seem to mind. He was already bearing down, thrusting his ass back.

  Breaching Sam’s sphincter without difficulty, Ethan buried himself to the hilt. “Shit,” he hissed.

  Sam moaned. “Yes.”

  “Fuck.” Brett groaned.

  The sound of his lovers’ pleasure drove him to a place he’d never been before. And he felt his control snap. He plunged into Sam—no restraint, no mercy. He thrust wildly, his body forcing Sam’s forward, which sent his dick further into Brett. All of them moaned. They groaned. And they did it all together, their earthy sounds harmonizing into a sensual song.

  Ethan fucked Sam. Sam fucked Brett. They all fucked together. It was glorious. It was perfection. But it was too much pleasure all at once and before long, a prickling sensation stole through Ethan’s ball sack. And his cock enlarged, lengthening and expanding until he thought his favorite appendage might explode. And boy, it did. His cum launched out of him and filled Sam as his two lovers reached their own precipice and fell over.

  Panting, Ethan didn’t move. He couldn’t. He remained exactly where he was—nestled against Sam who was curled up to Brett. And he stayed that way until once again, sleep claimed Brett and Sam.

  After they fell
asleep, Ethan sighed. God, this morning had been all he’d dreamed of for the past few weeks. Last night had been, too. And it had been better than he ever could have imagined. Nevertheless, he was worried about what the future held for them.

  The mere thought of what making love with Brett and Sam, not once but twice, meant set Ethan on edge. He knew what it meant to him—the end of one dream and the beginning of another, a bigger and better dream. But Sam might not see their lovemaking in the same light because in the end, Sam was a stubborn shit when he wanted to be and he didn’t ever give up. Hell, a dog with a bone didn’t compare to Sam when he wanted something, when he believed in it.

  But what if Sam couldn’t—no, what if he wouldn’t—choose them over the possibility of a wife and kids? Even worse, what if he did but eventually changed his mind later? What if he realized something was missing from their relationship? Fuck that, what if he and Brett came to the same conclusion?

  Ethan groaned. What would he do if Sam chose them now but eventually changed his mind? And what if Brett decided the same thing? What if they walked away? That would destroy Ethan. It would decimate him to be left, to be rejected because he couldn’t give them something he had no control over.

  Ultimately though, it was a future he might have to face. After all, Sam’s family would never approve of their relationship. God knew Sam worried about what they thought, even though half the time he couldn’t even get along with them.

  And Brett, loyal and loving as he may be, might one day realize he was missing something by being with them. Then what? Ethan couldn’t exactly give them a baby. He had the wrong plumbing. And he couldn’t force people to accept him. He certainly couldn’t make the government give them the freedom to marry.

  Ethan silently cursed himself. What the ever loving fuck was wrong with him? He was turning into a girl or something. Seriously, he went from being fucked within one inch of his life to obsessing over something that may or may not happen? That was insane.