“The first time I ever made out with a guy was at a party in my senior year of high school,” Brady went on in a light, conversational tone. “When he put his hand on me I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.” It had been the first time a hand other than his own had stroked him to completion. Neither of them had spoken of it afterwards and he hadn’t seen the guy since they graduated more than a decade before. But he’d never forgotten. “After that, I became too preoccupied with women to give men much thought. There was the occasional lingering look or passing crush, but I never felt I was missing out on anything by not taking a man into my bed.”
“I get it, fucking me wouldn’t be a big deal.” Jeremy’s back reached the living room wall and he slumped against it. “Why are you spelling it out?”
“Because I want you to understand.” Brady wrapped his fingers around Jeremy’s throat, held him against the wall as he leaned in close. Jeremy’s lips parted on a gasp, enticing him, but he held back. “This is a very big deal, Jeremy. I have never, in my whole life, wanted any man, the way I want you.”
He stepped into Jeremy’s body, until they were toe to toe, hip to hip. Brady breathed in Jeremy’s air, smelled his aftershave and soap and the faint musky scent of the man himself. It was intoxicating. His hands threaded around Jeremy’s waist as he kissed him again, then slid down over his arse to press them more firmly together. He could feel the hardness of Jeremy’s erection against his own through the layers of clothing. The thought such impediments would soon be removed made him groan with anticipation.
“I meant what I said the other night,” Jeremy breathed when Brady started to trail kisses down his neck. “I won’t touch you unless you ask me to.”
Brady lifted his head. “But you kissed me.”
Jeremy cleared his throat, his eyes everywhere but on Brady. “That was a good morning kiss. But this…” his gestured between them, “this is different.”
“If you say so.” Brady grinned at him as he reached for the other man’s belt, undoing the buckle with swift, sharp movements.
“So, ask,” Jeremy demanded.
“No.” He pulled the belt free and it fell to the floor with a light thud. “I think you should keep your hands to yourself.”
Jeremy flinched. “You don’t want me to touch you?”
“That’s not it.” He shook his head, wanting to assure the other man of the extend of his desire. “I want your hands all over me. I want your mouth on my cock. I want you chanting my name as I fuck you. But the second you touch me…” he paused, swallowing hard. “I don’t want to race to the finish line.”
The smile that appeared on Jeremy’s face was blinding. “Oh.”
Brady took one of Jeremy’s hands in his before turning to find Trina watching them from nearby so he could grab her too. Once he had a hold of both of them, he backed up all the way to the bedroom. He saw Trina’s gaze go straight to the bed, where his thick quilt was tangled in a heap. “I’ve had some trouble sleeping,” he said by way of explanation. “Thoughts of having you both here with me have kept me up… in all the ways.”
“You’re not the only one,” Trina agreed as she toed off her sandals. “I haven’t been able to think about what happened between us without wanting more.”
Jeremy diverted his attention to Trina, catching her around the waist. “We can give you that.” He leaned in to kiss her, but Brady grabbed him by the arm, pulling him closer to his own body.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Brady said with a rueful shake of his head. “This time we’re going to give you that. Right, Trina?”
“Yes, please,” she replied as she climbed onto the end of the bed.
Brady crowded Jeremy against the wrought iron rail at the foot of the bed so Trina could wrap her arms around him from behind. Then, he pressed against Jeremy once more, fitting their hips together. “I’m going to do everything with you I’ve never done with a man before.”
Jeremy gave a curt nod, licked his lips. “Anything you want, you can have it.”
The words made Brady’s cock ache, though his mind rejected the idea. It only took about five seconds in Jeremy’s company to realise the man was selfless to a fault. Even in the few weeks they’d known each other, Brady had noticed Jeremy’s tendency to put himself last. It was an inclination his ex-boyfriend had taken advantage of. That shit needed to stop.
It was high time Jeremy Hayden learnt how to take what he wanted and Brady looked forward to being the one to give it to him.
Chapter 19
“Tell me what you want.” Brady’s lips dragged across Jeremy’s cheek as he spoke, his hands tangling in his hair. “Tell me.”
Jeremy tried to speak, really he did. But then Brady started sucking on his neck and Trina’s hands stole under his shirt to stroke his chest and it was all he could do to keep his hands to himself. “Let me touch you,” he managed to gasp.
“Yes.” The word hissed through Brady’s teeth before their mouths joined once more.
Taking the man at his word, Jeremy reached for Brady, his hands rushing to get their fill of the other man’s skin. “About freaking time,” Jeremy said with a laugh as he broke the kiss to pull Brady’s t-shirt up over his head.
His own shirt was tugged upward and he lifted his arms so Trina could remove it. The second he was free, his hands returned to the warm expanse of Brady’s torso. His fingers curled against the flat stomach, before travelling upward over flat nipples and the hardness of muscle. Bending forward, he kissed and tasted, learning the other man’s curves. The scent of hot, aroused male made him want to cry out with relief.
His mouth watered as he fell to his knees, reaching for Brady’s belt buckle. If this was Brady’s first time making love to a man, Jeremy wanted to make it good for him. So good Brady would get hard every time he remembered this night, no matter how much time or distance separated them.
It took him a moment to realise Brady was pulling him back to his feet. He frowned in confusion as he stood. “What’s wrong?”
“Too fast,” Brady muttered. “I’d be coming down your throat in seconds.”
Jeremy smiled as he rubbed Brady’s erection through his jeans. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
Brady returned his grin, holding him close. “Me not getting to fuck you would be a very bad thing. That’s why I’m going first.” He got down onto his own knees and began pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to Jeremy stomach.
Jeremy could barely hear the sound of his zipper being lowered over the sudden rush of his own breath. Brady. His mouth moved to make the sound, but his voice failed him. He tried to move back, but was trapped by the end of the bed and the gentle imprisonment of Trina’s arms. He cleared his throat before trying again. “Brady, you don’t have to do that.”
Looking up, Brady met his gaze. “I know.” A hard pull followed and Jeremy’s pants slid down his legs. His boxer briefs were one tug behind and then his erection sprang free. It stood long and straight from its thick nest of brown curls, the head within centimetres of Brady’s mouth, and Jeremy gripped tight to the bed end, trying to keep his hips from jerking forward.
He saw Brady’s tongue swipe his bottom lip as he stared. Reaching up with one hand, he cupped Jeremy’s balls, testing their weight in his palm. Jeremy garbled a long string of unintelligible curse words, even as he shook his head. “Not everyone likes to do that,” he sputtered, lifting his focus over Brady’s head to a random spot on the far wall. “Even gay guys don’t all like it.”
Brady’s hands disappeared as he rose to his feet. Jeremy took deep breaths in an effort to hide his disappointment. He could think of nothing he wanted more than to have Brady’s mouth on him, but not if Brady didn’t want the same thing.
Hands gripped his chin, forcing him to stare into brown eyes. He saw anger there, sharp and violent. “You mean Aaron didn’t like doing it.”
There was a pause before Jeremy gave him a short nod. It wasn’t like his ex never went down on him. But it was
a rare thing, and Aaron made no secret of the fact he didn’t get much pleasure out of the act. Jeremy would never ask his lover to do something he didn’t enjoy.
Brady’s jaw clenched. “I’ll bet he loved to sink his cock between your lips though, didn’t he?”
Jeremy licked his lips, tilting his head to one side. “Yeah, well, I enjoy giving head.”
With a groan, Brady covered his mouth, thrusting his tongue inside. They were both panting by the time they broke apart. “I’ve never tried it before, so how would I know if I like it?” he reasoned. “Now, do you want me to blow you or not?”
“Only if you—”
“For fuck’s sake, man.” Brady’s hand was at his throat again. Holding on tight enough to make him shiver. “You know what you want. Fucking take it.”
Jeremy froze. He never just took. That wasn’t the way it worked. He wanted to make his lover happy. His pleasure was derived from theirs.
“Do it,” Brady ordered.
Something inside Jeremy broke. Wrapping one hand around Brady’s neck, he attacked his mouth in a clash of teeth and tongues. He sucked Brady’s bottom lip into his mouth, bit down gently before letting go. A low groan rumbled through Brady’s chest and he pressed closer. Reaching around, he raked his fingernails down Brady’s back, hard enough to make the other man grunt in pain. Shit, too far. He pulled back, on the verge of apologising, but Brady held on tighter, refusing to let him go. “More,” he growled between kisses.
More. The word echoed through Jeremy’s mind. He wanted more too. More of everything.
His hands landed on Brady’s shoulders and in a moment of furious need, he pushed downward.
Brady fell to his knees, his lips parting and Jeremy fed him the tip of his aching cock. Brady’s mouth was scalding as it closed around him. Wet and eager, he sucked so hard Jeremy saw spots in his vision.
One hand gripped the short strands at the back of Brady’s head, holding him in place as Jeremy moved his hips in a smooth rolling motion. Somehow, he managed to refrain from pushing too hard, allowing Brady to take as much of him as he wanted and no more. And it was magnificent.
Jeremy’s head fell back, his mouth open as a continuous series of groans fell unbidden from his lips. Then, the sounds were muffled as another mouth covered his. A delicate tongue traced the outline of his lips before dipping inside. Trina.
For long minutes he was held between them, consumed by their passions, burned to a cinder and reborn into something more than he’d been before.
When he began to shudder, knew he was close to orgasm, he found the strength to push at Brady’s shoulders, tear himself away from Trina’s kiss. “Stop.”
Brady released him, though his reluctance resounded through the room.
Jeremy grabbed at his arms, urging him to stand, before going to work on his belt, the zipper of his jeans. “I want you to fuck me before I come.”
Grinning, Brady quickly shed what was left of his clothing. “Anything you say.”
They fell into a kiss as they stumbled around the side of the bed. Jeremy took Brady’s erection in his hand and stroked the wide girth. His body clenched hard at the thought of having this man inside him. Sinking down onto the edge of the bed, he leaned forward to lick the flat of his tongue up the underside of Brady’s cock, from the base all the way to the tip. Pre-come coated his tongue as he swirled around the head and Brady swore violently before pushing him onto his back in the centre of the bed. Brady joined him, kneeling between his parted legs.
Trina removed the tangled quilt, throwing it to the floor before she climbed naked onto the bed beside them. A handful of condoms fell from one hand, a bottle of lubricant was clutched in the other.
“Helpful aren’t you,” Brady murmured with a smirk before he leaned over to plant a rough kiss on her lips.
“I try.” She flipped the lid of the bottle open before stretching out at Jeremy’s side. He could feel her bare breasts, round and firm, pressed against his arm as she leaned over to kiss him gently on the lips.
He slid one hand around her nape and pulled her closer. His Trina. So soft and beautiful and giving.
Feminine fingers wrapped around his erection, stroking once, twice, before pulling away. She poured a long line of lubricant onto her middle finger before her hand returned to its place between his legs, only lower. Jeremy flinched, grabbed onto her wrist. “Trina—” he began, but she shushed him to silence.
“I want to do this for you,” she whispered, her eyes wide and tender as she watched his face. “As you did it for me.” Her finger probed his entrance, using the same slow, circular movements he’d used on her.
His eyes slid closed on a sigh, only to snap back open when Brady’s hands touched his knees, pushing them wider. The sight of Brady kneeling between his thighs, watching as Trina worked her finger in and out of him, made Jeremy tremble with need. He reached out to capture the hand Brady had on his right knee, making the other man’s gaze lift to meet his. Their fingers entwined and Jeremy thought his heart might burst from his chest.
“Am I doing it right?” Trina asked from beside him, uncertainty in her voice.
Jeremy nodded, his eyes still riveted to Brady’s face. Any more right and he’d be done before Brady came near him. He swallowed hard, trying to get some moisture back into his mouth. “Two fingers,” he said. It had been months since he’d had sex with a man and despite his high level of arousal, he needed a certain amount of preparation before taking a man of Brady’s size. Trina added a second finger, stretching him wider, and Jeremy’s whole body curled forward. Turning his head to the side, he pressed his face into the curve of Trina’s neck. The scent of her was exhilarating to his already heightened senses and he fought desperately to keep an edge on his control.
Faster than he thought possible, he craved more than Trina’s fingers. Pulling back to stare up at the other man, he pleaded, “Fuck me, Brady. Do it now.”
Trina eased her fingers out of him before she wrapped them around his cock once more, gripping him tight.
With shaky hands, Brady rolled a condom down his length before covering Jeremy’s body with his own. Trina’s hand was caught lightly between them as she continued to stroke Jeremy’s throbbing erection. Brady leaned down to kiss him and Jeremy pulled his legs up toward his chest so Brady could move into position at his entrance.
“Ready?” Brady whispered against his mouth.
Unable to speak, Jeremy nodded.
Lifting his body with one arm, Brady used the other hand to guide his cock as he pushed forward slowly, tentatively. Jeremy reached down to grab hold of Brady’s hips, encouraging him to push harder, and harder again, until finally the head of Brady’s cock sank into his body. Brady gave a long groan, swearing under his panting breath.
A long shudder swept through Jeremy’s body as Brady started to thrust, sinking deeper each time. Jeremy allowed Brady’s name to fall from his lips, over and over, just as he’d wanted. Brady pressed their foreheads together as the pleasure intensified. “Holy hell,” he muttered through harsh breaths. “So good.”
Between Brady’s penetration and the long strokes of Trina’s lubricated hand, Jeremy was a mass of raw nerves within minutes. Then, Brady began to thrust harder and as Jeremy felt him come deep inside his body, his own release overwhelmed him, splashing across his chest.
He collapsed back onto the bed when it was over. One lover sprawled on top of him, while the other curled into his side. They would do anything for him, he knew that now. And he would do anything for them. But as the high of his orgasm began to fade, he wondered if he would find the strength to do the one thing they would need him to do? Could he let them go?
Chapter 20
Brady’s morning coffee was stone cold. He didn’t much care. There was no need for caffeine to wake him up this morning anyway. His eyes had opened long before dawn.
He’d left the tangled warmth of his bed behind, not wanting to wake Trina and Jeremy with his restlessness. Now,
though, as he sat on the balcony in the brisk morning air, watching the shadows of night dissipate, he thought perhaps he should have stayed where he was, held onto that intimacy as long as possible.
This relationship the three of them had fallen into had brought a lightness back to his life he’d thought long gone. They’d made him laugh and tell jokes and reach for pleasures he’d never dared touch. But it couldn’t last. Eventually Trina would find some douche bag who could fake perfection long enough for her to fall in love. Jeremy would realise he preferred the company of a man he could build a life with.
Where would he be then? There was no way he could retreat into his solitude. He may have fooled himself into believing he wasn’t lonely before they came into his life, but the illusion was now shattered beyond repair. It was time for him to rejoin the world of the living. Even if the thought of doing so without these two people, who had come to mean so much to him in such a short period of time, seemed unbearable.
“Hey.” A slender hand slid across his shoulders as Trina joined him on the balcony. “Couldn’t sleep?” She wore the t-shirt he’d had on last night. It covered all the important parts, but left her shapely thighs bare as she slid into one of the plastic patio chairs.
He nodded, trailing his gaze from her slender ankles all the way up creamy thighs to the beauty of her face. “What about you?”
She shrugged, giving a sleepy yawn. “I woke up and you weren’t there.”
His heart warmed in his chest. She’d come looking for him. The sign of caring only made the pain in his gut pull tighter, because in the end it wouldn’t matter how much she cared. He would never be able to hold onto her.
“Morning.” Jeremy stood in the doorway behind them, rubbing a hand through the scruffiness that was his morning hair. “Mind if I join you?
Trina gave him a wide smile. “We’d mind if you didn’t.”
Stepping outside, he bent to drop a kiss on top of her head, before repeating the gesture with Brady. “I’ll make coffee,” he muttered. “Then I’ll be out.”
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