by Jayne Rylon
“Are you asking me to go easy on you?” He runs his hand over my flank.
“Shit no. I’m telling you to make it good. I’ve been waiting a hell of a long time to have your dick in my ass again.” I know what will happen if I sass him. He doesn’t disappoint.
Cortez pulls back his hand and smacks my ass.
I shove it at him, begging for more.
He obliges, landing spank after spank that lights up my rear even as it turns it red with the imprint of his fingers. Since I’m balls-deep in Rogan, it serves the added benefit of making me grind against him.
Holy shit. If I’d only known what I was missing, I’d have insisted we find another guy to hook up with. This is heaven.
I lean forward and bite Rogan’s shoulder. He groans. His dick twitches between our abdomens. I can’t wait to watch him shoot all over himself. My chest will slide across his in the resulting slickness.
Cortez lines himself up again and begins to stretch me around him. Just before his blunt head pops inside, he whispers in my ear, “I haven’t done this in all that time either. Not since I last was in you. So forgive me if this is too fast or rough. I can’t hold back. Not with you. Never with you.”
Rogan stares at me, a warm smile on his face. He heard every word of that declaration and he’s not jealous or angry. He’s happy. For me.
“I love you,” I promise him. He nods, too overcome to respond.
From behind me, I think I hear Cortez whisper the same three words right before he distracts me with full penetration. I embrace the shock and discomfort of that single full thrust. It helps me regain some of my control.
Rogan senses the slight softening of my cock and reaches for me. He pets me and riles me up again as Cortez begins to move within me.
It feels so strange, and so right, to be fucked again.
I’m overwhelmed. My stride falters. Until Cortez notices and picks me back up, like he always used to do. He ensures I won’t disappoint Rogan, or him. All I have to do is give myself over to pure fervor, and the rest will be fine.
Spectacular, actually.
He guides my hips back and forth, inserting me into Rogan in one direction, then impaling me on his cock when I travel in the other. I crave more and more of this ultimate decadence.
Pretty soon, I find the right rhythm. I fuck into Rogan while Cortez fucks into me, bringing the three of us as tightly together as possible. Then I wait for him to retreat, pull myself out of Rogan slowly—nearly to the brink of his tight ass—before we do it again. Over and over.
The unrelenting pace and mixture of sensations has my toes curling where they dig into the carpet, keeping me balanced. Rogan aids with that too. His hands bracket my ribs. He anchors me so that Cortez’s thrusts don’t mash our faces together. No one cares to be interrupted by an accidental shiner in the middle of kinky time.
I can tell our slightly uneven fucking is working for Rogan, too. He’s moaning and rearing beneath me. I shove my hand between our bodies so that I can cup his erection and rub my palm along his length. Damn, he’s never been this hard before.
Will he ever be again if it’s just the two of us?
I shove the stray thought aside and vow to commit myself to enjoying this liaison for however long it lasts.
The end is near.
Cortez has some of the most impressive stamina of any man I’ve been with. He can fuck all night. But me…no way, especially not when faced with the only two men I’ve ever loved, who are both showering me with fondness and attention.
I soak it up. Every second of this makes up for a week of my past depression.
A minute caught between them erases an entire year of pain. I’m sure of it.
I fuck and am fucked simultaneously. Every part of me, every facet, is indulged and cared for. My next few strokes into Rogan are harder than the last. Cortez takes his cues from me and ramps up his thrusts as well.
“You’re getting close, aren’t you?” he growls against my neck before raking his teeth down the corded tendons there. His arms wrap around me and he flattens his palms on my chest so he can thumb my nipples.
“Yes,” I hiss. There’s no use in denying it. Although I’d love to stretch this moment out for eternity, nothing this brilliant can burn forever.
Cortez pinches my nipples. Hard. He brings me around a little before allowing his hands to wander lower to my abs.
“Take care of your boyfriend first.” Of course, how could I not? Having Cortez there to direct me, even in this, is freeing. I know he won’t let me down. And that means he won’t let Rogan down either. “Don’t you dare come before he does.”
I lean in and kiss Rogan. He responds to my mouth on his, but I can see that he’s retreated inside his mind, lost to his own ecstasy. When I begin to pump his dick, he roars. He drums his fists on the mattress. His jaw falls open and he throws his head back.
“He’s gorgeous, Kaden,” Cortez murmurs, so as not to interrupt Rogan’s moment.
It’s true. He’s the most arousing sight I’ve ever seen. Especially when he freezes, about to explode. Better than any pill for stiffening my cock.
Cortez’s too, going by the feel of him wedged within me.
Damn.
“Show me how you take care of him. Make it good.” He directs my motions but stops fucking into me. Instead he holds still and allows me the room to really get my groove on. My hips swing faster, skewering myself on Cortez on the backstroke then pounding into Rogan as I jerk forward.
Rogan’s chocolate eyes fly open. He pierces me with his stare, then rasps, “Please.”
“Come for me, Rogan. So Cortez knows how much you love having my dick inside you. Shoot good and hard for us. Now.” I punctuate my commands with the drilling of my cock.
Like the good boy he is, Rogan does as he’s told.
Pearly fluid begins to fly from his tip before I’ve even finished my last word. It tags him on the chin, then slashes across his pecs and abs. I keep fucking him with both my dick and hand until he’s completely empty.
Then I slow and lavish him with tender commendations. Kisses and comfort.
That doesn’t stop Cortez from hammering away at me, though. He keeps up his unrelenting fucking, his hands clasped tight around my hips. The motion keeps me moving within Rogan plenty enough to set me on the edge.
“Your turn,” Cortez says to me. “Fill that ass. Flood it. For me.”
Rogan smiles at that. The combination of Cortez’s possession and his sweet understanding does me in and takes Cortez down with me.
The instant my body clamps around his thick cock, he loses it.
We climax together.
His seed sears me from the inside with its taboo heat, making me realize we didn’t use protection. I’ve been cleared. If he hasn’t been with anyone in years, we’re safe. That doesn’t guard me from the intimacy of the act, though. When I think it can’t get any better, Rogan cranes his neck upward and kisses me. I devour him as Cortez infuses me with his ecstasy.
My orgasm is the single most powerful release of physical and emotional energy I’ve ever experienced in my life. Come pours out of me along with a sound that’s a horrifying cross between a moan and a sob.
All the times I got high had nothing on this. I’m transported to a place where there’s no pain and no sorrow. Only hope and unbreakable bonds. Even my fingers twitch in time to the pulses of my climax, which drain me dry.
I have nothing left to give. They own me. Soul, mind, body. Everything.
In that moment, I have an epiphany.
It’s finally and instantly clear to me. The reason I’ve never felt wholly complete or satisfied is because I haven’t been doing this relationship thing right. Not with Cortez and not even with Rogan.
I’m not a top. I’m not a bottom.
I was born to be their middleman.
33
Kaden
After my revelation, and the sense of freedom that accompanied it, I crashed. Hard.
> Several hours later, I rub my eyes and stretch. If someone told me right now that I had napped for a hundred years, I would believe them. I feel like a completely different person than the anxious, tense, frightened man who rose from this same bed this morning.
I smile when Rogan’s warmth beside me sinks in. I know it’s him because the familiar click of his laptop keys accompanies his presence.
My eyes focus and I blink some more. No sign of Cortez.
It shouldn’t come as such a shock, but I sag, disappointed to find him missing.
“I told him to stay.” Rogan leans over to kiss me. The exchange is full of even more love and shared intimacy than ever before. “I don’t think he believed me when I said you’d prefer that. Maybe it’s because he couldn’t see your face while he fucked you, like I could.”
He’s right, there was no pretending or concealing my emotions in that moment. Everything I felt was written there.
“You were his before I was yours, Kaden.” Rogan winces. “You belong to him.”
“I was his, but he was never mine.” I grip his hand, refusing to let him slip through my fingers. It’s critical that he understands my desire for Cortez doesn’t diminish how much I love him. “You’re mine. I’m never going to throw you away like he did to me.”
The tight set of his jaw relaxes. He puts his computer on the nightstand, then worms down until he’s lying full-length against me. “Thank you for sharing this morning with me. It was by far the best experience I’ve ever had in bed.”
“Me too.” Without a doubt.
The only problem is that I’ve developed another addiction. This time to sharing my pleasure with both men I love. I might have said it was a one-time thing. But I’m sure now that I’ll never be satisfied with less.
“I’m going to go paint.” I can’t stay here. Rogan will read the truth in my stare as easily as he did when we were embroiled in the threesome with Cortez.
“I’m feeling pretty inspired myself.” He grins and kisses my cheek. “I think I might work out.”
“How do you have any energy left after this morning?” I wonder. Maybe it hadn’t impacted him as much as me.
He shrugs. “I feel…invigorated. Like I could do anything right now. It was such a rush.”
“It was.” A summit I’m afraid I’ll never reach again. Could that have been the pinnacle of my sex life? Is it all downhill from here?
That doesn’t seem fair to Rogan, who’s being amazing. As always. He deserves someone who puts him first. Someone who cherishes him above everything and everyone else.
“I love you, Rogan.” Will that be enough this time?
“I love you too.” He gets up with me when I climb from bed. “Do you want me to make you something to eat? You skipped breakfast.”
I don’t know if I’ll ever be hungry again. Like the overly sated feeling after Thanksgiving dinner, I was stuffed full. And I’m not only talking about Cortez’s meaty cock. Full of love. Full of acceptance. Full of pleasure.
What more is there?
“Nah, I’m okay. I gotta do something.” Art is the only way to express how I’m feeling right now. I intend to zone out, lose myself in the colors and the motion of my strokes on the canvas. We’ll see what comes to light.
“Have fun.” He stands there, patiently waiting for me to kiss him temporarily goodbye.
And I do.
Rogan is comforting and familiar. My home. I’m not sure when that happened.
How would he react if I proposed another adventure with Cortez? Or maybe something more permanent? Would he do it because he’s an incredible partner and because he’s used to following my lead? Is it something he could actually want, too?
Or would he come to resent my outlandish needs for double the love and attention of a normal man?
What about Cortez? I could sense it when he held me as I flew apart. He still loves me too. I can’t stand to see either of them suffer. But I may have put us in a situation where it’s inevitable that one of us…or all three of us…do.
“See you in a while.” I can already tell it’s going to take hours of isolation, relying heavily on my creative outlet, before I can work out what my next step should be.
I’ll tread carefully, because one wrong step could crush my soul and theirs along with it.
34
Cortez
Everything aches. My arms, my legs, my back, my heart.
Working out like crazy is helping me regain the strength I lost while condemned to months of bed rest. It’s doing nothing to burn off the extra energy still pulsing through my veins hours after my threesome with Kaden and Rogan.
What am I going to do when Ronaldo is out of the picture? How will I walk away?
I’ve loved Kaden for years. I might care even more for him now that I’ve seen how resilient and adaptable he’s become. And Rogan. Holy hell. I used to think Kaden was the most ideal submissive in the world. Now I know there’s one—and only one—better.
Because Kaden evolved into something else, something equally as magnificent.
Would they consider a rematch? If they did, would it be worth taking them up on it knowing another session like that would make it that much harder for me to slink back into the night when this is over? Is there any chance they’d consider opening their arms to me for longer than a night or two? Something deeper than a fling?
I drop the weights then towel my face. The pressure behind my ribs is either a sign that I’ve overdone it or that I’m in danger of ripping my heart out of my chest soon. This time for good.
I’ll never be satisfied with anyone else as long as I live.
No one could be as good as those two in bed. I hardly even got a taste of Rogan.
I hope he realizes I was in it for him too, not only because of my history with Kaden. I should have done a better job of reaching out to him. Maybe then he’d help me convince Kaden that the budding affection between us has the potential to become something incredible when paired with the already fierce love he and I share.
While I’ve known all along my feelings for him haven’t changed, this morning was the first time I was absolutely certain it was the same for Kaden. The way he’d unraveled in my arms was about more than physical intimacy. The anger and resentment fell away, revealing the love he’d been keeping untarnished beneath the mountain of other shit.
It took emotion to ramp things up to that level of intensity.
I’m willing to fight for a chance to prove I can be a good partner to both Kaden and Rogan. Whatever it takes, I’ll do it. Just like I’ve rehabilitated my body. My leg throbs, but it works. That’s more than I could say a few months ago. With effort and attention it will continue to improve.
Applying the same principles to a relationship should be no problem, right? Right?
Before I can bang my head against the wall, my phone rings. I dive for it. “Yo.”
Only a few people have my number. Since it’s not Kaden or Rogan, it’s one of my ex-comrades. The one providing backup. You know, for the Ronaldo situation. The actual reason I’m here in Kaden and Rogan’s inner sanctum.
“You’re going to have to leave them there.” Though the caller had no idea what’s been going on in this incredible revamped old building, those words stung. They’re everything I’m trying to avoid.
“Why?”
“Ronaldo’s been circling, but he knows you’re with those guys. Apparently he’s not quite as dumb as we thought. He’s afraid of you.”
“So your solution is that I waltz out of here and leave them to fend for themselves?” I glare at the phone. No fucking way.
“Just for a bit. We can hear everything that’s going on in there. As soon as we have him recorded committing a crime, you can go back in.” The agent clears his throat. “I understand your desire to return to them as soon as possible, after this morning’s soundtrack.”
Yeah, I’d forgotten about our surveillance when it came to our earlier playtime. Or maybe I simply didn
’t care about anything other than the two men sharing the experience with me and what they thought.
“I do not like this. Not one bit.” I’ve taken far greater chances in my operations. But this situation is much, much more personal than any of the others.
“Cortez, this is a minimal-risk situation. We’re wasting our time here. Get your ass outside. We’re in the blue van halfway down the block. Let’s finish this.”
“Okay, fine. Give me five minutes to explain the plan and I’ll be out.”
“I’d rather you didn’t.” The man sighs. “I’m sort of putting my ass on the line here. This isn’t an officially sanctioned use of agency resources. The fewer people who know what we’re up to, the better. Tell them you’re going for a lunch run. You guys must have worked up a hell of an appetite. Before they know it, you’ll be back and this will be behind you.”
How could I ask my former associate to jeopardize his career? In our world, you don’t just get fired. Breaking the rules could get us both thrown in a dank military prison. There could be repercussions for Kaden and Rogan, too.
“You’re right. I’m overreacting. I’m coming. Just let me say goodbye.” I punch the screen to end the call, then gather my gear before heading toward the common area. Not two steps from the door, I run smack into Rogan.
How much did he hear?
Shit.
“Hey.” I paste a cheery smile on my face. Somehow it’s a lot easier to lie to strangers than the two men who know me best. After what we shared, their bullshit meters are pretty finely calibrated to my emotions.
“What’s going on?” He plants his hands on his trim hips.
“Nothing. I’m gonna grab some lunch. You said you like Chinese, right?”
He narrows his eyes at me. “That didn’t sound like a takeout order you were phoning in.”
“You’re going to have to trust me on this one, Rogan. Please.”
“Was that your old bosses calling?” He refers to when I told him they could have used his negotiating skills.
