No Limits

by Nicki Bennett

  “Fu-uck,” Kit groaned as Devon and Jonathan attacked his chest, one on each side. His body ached already, and they had barely gotten started. He slid his hand down, squeezing tightly around the base of his shaft, not wanting to come yet. He wanted their reunion to last longer than this! His other hand clenched in Jonathan’s hair, not guiding but simply touching, needing the affirmation that they were all together again, that Jonathan was there with them after the three-month separation. He didn’t know what the future would bring, but he knew one thing for certain. Three months was way too long to spend without his lovers.

  Meeting Devon’s eyes over the expanse of Kit’s torso, Jonathan paused to claim the tempting lips so close to his own, burrowing one hand in his hair while his other drifted lower, maintaining the connection with Kit. Having Devon to himself for twenty-four hours had been wonderful, but nothing was better than all three of them together, the bond between them even stronger for the absence they’d endured.

  Devon leaned into Jonathan’s kiss, rubbing the swollen bud of Kit’s nipple to let the younger man know he hadn’t abandoned him. He’d had several chances after Jonathan returned to America to rediscover how responsive Kit was, but it never failed to swell his pride—and his cock—when Kit arched up into his touch, moaning. Devon slid the fingers of his other hand down the taut plane of Kit’s abdomen, his lips quirking into a smile against Jonathan’s when he met Kit’s hand clutching the base of his shaft.

  “Eager much?” The warmth in Devon’s voice took the sting from his words once Jonathan freed his mouth in favor of kissing his own languid path down Kit’s torso.

  “How many times have we been over this?” Kit gasped. “I’m twenty-two and perpetually horny. And it’s been far too long since I was last in bed with both of you. Somebody’d better hurry up and fuck me or I’m not going to last until you get inside me.” He wanted to. He wanted to have the control to hold back and draw out their lovemaking, but he’d waited too long for this, and he needed them too much. There would be time later for slow and tender. Right now, he needed hard and fast.

  Jonathan chuckled against Kit’s belly button, the answering quiver of muscles beneath his lips stoking his own arousal. He could understand Kit’s impatience—he hadn’t been able to wait for Devon’s preparations either the first time, needing the stretch of that long, hard cock inside him too badly to care about niceties like lube—but he was enjoying himself too much to let this first time with Kit pass by quickly. He also knew how much harder they could make Kit come if they made him wait for it. Contenting himself with a single lick to the crown of Kit’s cock to savor the droplet of fluid trembling there, he slid lower, pulling on Kit’s thigh to open him wider so he could follow the crease of skin where leg and pelvis met.

  “You don’t have an exclusive on being perpetually horny,” Devon countered. “It seems to be a permanent condition whenever I’m around either of you. And when I’m blessed enough to have you both together”—he dragged his tongue across Kit’s groin, teeth closing around the ridge of bone hard enough to leave a mark—“I feel like I’m twenty-two again m’self.”

  “You say that,” Kit protested, “but you’re not inside me yet. Fuck me already!”

  “Nothing’s going to break you of being a bossy bottom, is it?” Devon rolled back to reach for the lube from the bedside table, letting Jonathan’s head slide between Kit’s splayed legs. The dark outline of the Grail tattoo on Kit’s inner thigh caught Jonathan’s attention, and he leaned in toward it, flicking his tongue out to trace the intricate design with loving licks.

  The brush of Jonathan’s hair over Kit’s sac and the sensation of his tongue over the now healed tattoo were too much for Kit’s control. He shivered as his cock twitched despite his restraining hand. He cried out sharply, his lovers’ names coming out as garbled nonsense.

  Turning back at Kit’s cry, Devon let the now unneeded lube fall to the mattress and bent back over Kit, his lips closed around the still-twitching shaft, claiming a taste of the creamy fluid and prolonging the tremors of Kit’s climax. Jonathan peeled Kit’s hand from around the base of his cock, letting Devon take the full length into his mouth while Jonathan lovingly cleaned the seed clinging to Kit’s fingers. When he’d lapped up every drop, he pillowed his head on Kit’s shoulder, turning Kit’s head for a deep, slow kiss.

  “I warned you,” Kit said hoarsely, his body still trembling as Devon and Jonathan did everything they could to extend his release. “This is what three months of not seeing my lovers does to me. Don’t let it happen again.”

  “Don’t let you come again?” Jonathan asked, his eyes twinkling as Devon turned Kit’s head to claim his own welcome-home kiss. “Sorry, kitten, but I think you’ll have to deal with it a few more times,” he added, nestling closer to let his own resurgent erection prod the swell of Kit’s cheek.

  “Wanker,” Kit grumbled, though he was feeling far too good to put any force into the insult. “No more three-month separations.”

  “Now that I can agree with.” Devon was just as hard against Kit’s other side, his arm wrapping around to rest on Jonathan’s hip. “I don’t want to wait that long to be together with both of you either. We have to do a better job of making our schedules fit together.”

  “Well, if one of the offers I came here to talk about works out, I’ll be around more,” Jonathan said. “Assuming that one or both of you aren’t going to be off on location somewhere.”

  “We’ve got at least a month of studio work here in London to wrap up The Romany Affair,” Kit said. “I’ll have to be on set during the day, but I’ll be home every night, just like when we were filming Camelot. What about you, Devon? Are you in town for a while?”

  “I’m looking at some scripts, but I haven’t signed on for anything new just yet.” Devon shifted so he could see both Kit and Jonathan. “I don’t think you realize how popular Camelot has made you, at least here in the UK,” he told Jonathan. “Directors are going to be scrambling for the chance to cast you. You’ll be able to take your pick of any role you like.”

  “That’s what my agent seems to think,” Jonathan agreed. “If the offers I have now are any indication, I could probably split my time between London and LA. That way, I can spend time with Josh and with both of you.”

  “Really?” Kit asked, eyes lighting up at the prospect. “You’d do that? I mean, I know Josh has to be your first responsibility, but I’ve been beating my head against the wall trying to figure out how to spend more time in LA. If you were here some of the time….” He paused a moment, not wanting to bring up the media and speculation, but he’d kept an eye on the fan sites he’d found soon after filming started. “You know the more time you spend here in London, the more you’re opening yourself up to speculation. Devon and I are from here originally, already have homes here, but even if you’re working, people are going to talk.”

  Jonathan shrugged. “I had a lot of time to think while I was missing you in LA. I still don’t see that who I choose to sleep with should be anybody’s business but my own, and I’m not going to make a point of flaunting what we have, but if someone finds out, I’m not going to deny it.”

  “I’ve never cared a rat’s arse what they print about me,” Devon said, squeezing Jonathan’s hip. “Any publicity’s good publicity, right? And anyone who’d have a problem casting me because of the two of you isn’t someone I’d want to work with anyway.”

  “Exactly,” Jonathan agreed. “I’m past the place where I have to take any role that’s offered to me, and I’ve honestly never had the ambition to be a blockbuster leading man. I’m more likely to be interested in playing the kinds of characters in smaller indie productions anyway, and those directors are less likely to care about what I do in my personal life, as long as it doesn’t interfere with filming.” He found Kit’s and Devon’s hands and linked their fingers together. “My only real concern was that Josh was okay with this, and he is. He loved the time he spent with us during his school br
eak, and I don’t think he’d have any problems spending his summers here. In fact, he wanted me to ask both of you if you’d consider coming to LA during the holidays so he could see you again.”

  “I’ll be done filming by then,” Kit said, a grin spreading at the thought of spending the holidays with his lovers. “We’d be, like, a real family. Josh’s mom wouldn’t mind sharing him with us?” He squeezed their joined hands. “I’d already decided not to sign on for another project until I’d talked to you two, hoping to find something that would let us be closer together, or at least apart for a shorter time. If we’re going to work around Josh’s holidays too, maybe I should start a calendar for us, where we can all record our various dates so we can actually make plans like a real family instead of each of us deciding on his own what we’re doing next. I mean, if that isn’t too clingy. I know nobody’s going to let all three of us get married, but that doesn’t mean we can’t think like a couple. Right?”

  “Like a threesome,” Devon corrected. “I’d love to spend the holidays with you and Josh in LA, Jon. I’ll just let my agent know I don’t want to start anything new until after the first of the year.”

  “Like a family,” Jonathan insisted. “The three of us and Josh. He’ll be so excited about being able to have both of you there, I could probably not get him anything else for Christmas and he’d be happy.” Not that he’d do that—in fact, he’d have to be sure the three of them together didn’t spoil Josh silly. Luckily, his son had a good head on his shoulders. “The calendar is a good idea, Kit-Kat,” he added. “When Jean and I were married, I’d always talk over my offers with her before accepting anything, especially if it meant leaving LA for location filming. It’ll be a little more tricky juggling three schedules instead of two, but we can make it work.”

  “Like a family,” Kit agreed. “That’s what I meant, even if I didn’t say it very well. It won’t take but a minute or two to get it set up online. I can do that no—”

  “Don’t even think about moving,” Devon growled, hauling Kit back between him and Jonathan when he pushed on an elbow to get up.

  “None of us are signing any contracts this minute.” Jonathan threw a leg over Kit’s, pinning him to the bed. “There’ll be plenty of time to set that up later. Besides, I haven’t even met with any of the directors I supposedly came here to talk with yet.”

  Kit relaxed back between them, squirming a little. “So if I’m not getting out of bed, does that mean I can have my turn at Jon’s arse, since I’m sure you’ve already had your turn?” Kit asked Devon with a cheeky grin.

  “If you hadn’t taken your sweet time getting here, Jon would have been the one who’d been away the longest,” Devon retorted, swinging a leg over Jonathan’s to aid in holding Kit in place. “And that would have made him most in need of our combined attentions. But since he got here almost a day before you did, that honor falls to you.”

  “I like that idea,” Jonathan chimed in, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Whoever’s gone the longest gets to be in the middle.” He grinned at Devon, already imagining how he’d welcome Kit home—because no matter how long they were apart or what continent they were on, when the three of them were together, they were home. “Heads or tails, babe?”

  “He gets heads,” Kit declared, “because while I’ve been gone the longest, I’ve seen him since I’ve seen you.” He squirmed around beneath their confining legs so he could rub his backside against Jonathan’s cock. He tugged on Devon’s hips, urging him to slide up so he could get his mouth on Devon’s cock. “Unless you have a better suggestion?”

  “Works for me,” Devon agreed, his eyes rolling back as the heat of Kit’s mouth enveloped him. He’d never complain about submitting to Kit’s enthusiastic oral prowess. “Just means I… get your arse next time.”

  “Suits me fine,” Jonathan added. Deciding to take “tails” literally, he grasped Kit’s hips and slid down until he could drag his tongue down the length of Kit’s crease. He might have been able to bring himself off with his own hand while he was apart from his lovers, but Lord, he’d missed a good rimming. And if Kit came before Jonathan had opened him up enough to fuck him, well, he’d just have to deal with coming again. Somehow Jonathan didn’t think Kit would mind too much.

  Kit moaned in delight at the taste of Devon’s cock and the feel of Jonathan’s tongue forging inside him. All the phone sex, all the visits with one lover or the other couldn’t even come close to competing with the joy of having both his lovers touching him, loving him. They’d still have days and weeks when they weren’t together, but if they could stick to their current plan, those times would be few and far between. He was pretty sure Dorothy had it right after all. There was no place like home.

  More from Nicki Bennett and Ariel Tachna

  Exploring Limits: Book One

  We could always share him….

  After failing to capture the attention of their bicurious costar singlehandedly, Kit and Devon team up to seduce Jonathan, who plays King Arthur in the new miniseries Camelot.

  The chemistry between the three actors is off the charts, and it brings out the adventurous side in all of them. Things heat up in the bedroom as the trio explores the pleasures of dominance, submission, bondage, toys, and anything else they can find to get the most out of their secret time together.

  But a gay ménage presents problems without easy solutions—especially as they work closely together on set. For their threesome to survive and evolve into a true committed relationship, they’ll all have to test their physical and emotional limits.

  This volume includes newly edited and expanded versions of the novellas:

  Exploring Limits

  Stretching Limits

  Refining Limits

  An Out and About Novel

  Out and About: No commitments, just fun.

  Liam Gruene and his best friend, Kate Weaver, start Out and About to give LGBTQ singles fun, safe, stress-free events where they can meet other LGBTQ singles. Liam hopes—but doesn’t really expect—to meet someone for himself in the process.

  Erik Jansen moved to Houston a few months ago after a bad breakup. Since his move, he’s thrown himself into work at the expense of a social life. When Liam withdraws funds managed by Erik’s firm to finance his new venture, it brings Out and About to his attention and he thinks what the hell. It can’t be any worse than trying to meet someone at any of the gay clubs and bars around the city.

  Erik and Liam hit it off right away, but Erik can’t forget that Liam is a client and Out and About is Liam’s job. Erik has an ironclad rule against mixing business and pleasure, and that puts Liam firmly out of bounds.

  Police detective Patrick Flaherty has no illusions about Russian mobster Alexei Boczar, but that doesn’t stop his fascination with the bodyguard to one of the most ruthless families in Chicago’s growing Eastern European crime community. From the moment Patrick meets Alexei’s eyes over the body of another Russian mobster, Alexei is a thorn in Patrick’s side, refusing to cooperate with the police and turning all of Patrick’s questions back on him. Alexei’s hard-as-nails persona whets Patrick’s professional determination to get the information he’s sure the gangster is hiding, while personally Patrick just wants to get his hands on Alexei’s hard body.

  The tattoos marking Alexei’s skin tell the story of his criminal past, but the more Patrick learns about Alexei, the more he wants to know, until he finds himself over his head in a relationship that might cost him his job and could well cost Alexei his life. Alexei is equally fascinated by Patrick’s willingness to overlook his past and even his present associations, but he has secrets of his own that could drive a wedge between them forever.

  All for Love: Book One

  When sword-for-hire Teodoro Ciéza de Vivar accepts a commission to “rescue” Lord Christian Blackwood from unsuitable influences, he has no idea he’s landed himself in the middle of a plot to assassinate King Philip IV of Spain and blame the English ambassador for
the deed. Nor does he expect the spoiled child he’s sent to retrieve to be a handsome, engaging young man.

  As Teodoro and Christian face down enemies at every turn, they fall more and more in love, an emotion they can’t safely indulge with the threat of the Inquisition looming over them. It will take all their combined guile and influence to outmaneuver the powerful men who would see them separated… or even killed.

  All for Love: Book Two

  Aristide, Léandre, and Perrin pledge only three loyalties in life: their king, their captain, and their passion for each other. So when the musketeers discover a plan to accuse M. de Tréville of treason, the initial impulse to kill the messenger, Benoît, is tempered by their need to unmask the plotter. But their first two suspects, the English ambassador and Cardinal Richelieu, prove to be innocent, forcing the musketeers to delve deeper into the inner machinations of the French court.

  Meanwhile, Aristide finds himself falling in love with the ill-fated messenger, a blacksmith without a home who rouses all of his protective, possessive instincts. Benoît, however, has no interest in any man. Torn between desire and duty, Aristide must find a way to protect the king and clear his captain’s name—all while heeding the demands of his heart.

  Growing up in Chicago, NICKI BENNETT spent every Saturday at the central library, losing herself in the world of books. A voracious reader, she eventually found it difficult to find enough of the kind of stories she liked to read and decided to start writing them herself.

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  When ARIEL TACHNA was twelve years old, she discovered two things: the French language and romance novels. Those two loves have defined her ever since. By the time she finished high school, she’d written four novels, none of which anyone would want to read now, featuring a young woman who was—you guessed it—bilingual. That girl was everything Ariel wanted to be at age twelve and wasn’t.