No Shame: The Complete Series: Including exclusive bonus materials and deleted scenes

by Phoenix, Nora

  Brad lost his train of thought as he was pushed down on his knees as soon as they were in the bedroom. “Get that damn mouth around my cock and hurry the fuck up.”

  Miles unzipped with one hand and unceremoniously shoved his dick in Brad’s face. The man had to be on edge to be this bossy, but fuck if Brad didn’t love it.

  He didn’t tease him, knowing now wasn’t the time, but deep throated him without delay. It took half a minute, max, before Miles released with a low moan, just as Charlie walked in.

  “Someone was horny, I take it?” he chuckled.

  Brad licked his lips. Fuck, he loved Miles’ taste in his mouth. He grabbed Charlie’s hand, pulled him to his knees right next to him and kissed him. Within seconds, Charlie pushed him flat on the ground and laid on top of Brad so they had a better angle. Charlie’s tongue invaded his mouth, exploring every corner. God, he tasted so sweet. It was sloppy and sexy and so fucking hot.

  “You taste like cum,” Charlie giggled, before attacking him again, grinding his cock against Brad.

  “Hey, you two, mind if we take this to the bed?” Miles complained.

  Brad watched him over Charlie’s shoulder, Miles’ eyes cloudy with want. His cock was hard again. Or still hard, Brad wasn’t sure and didn’t care, either. He wanted it, preferably deep inside him. Or Charlie’s. Or both. They hadn’t fucked at all yesterday, and his hole was twitching to get stuffed.

  He moaned into Charlie’s mouth, impatient to get the show on the road. Charlie tore his mouth away, his eyes twinkling. “Desperate for more?”

  “Always.”

  Charlie smiled, one of those sweet smiles that made Brad’s insides melt. “We’ve got you, baby. We’ll use you as long and as much as you want.”

  He scrambled to his feet, then surprised Miles by stepping in for a kiss. He rose to his toes, but Miles still had to bend a little to reach him, until he simply lifted Charlie up. He held him with two possessive hands on his ass and kissed him deeply.

  Brad watched them kiss as he undressed. Fuck, he loved seeing them so engrossed in each other, even if he was a little impatient. Not jealous, not feeling left out—just fucking impatient because he wanted them so much. Needed them.

  He figured he could maybe entice them to speed things up and remove the last of his clothes, kneeling on the edge of the bed on all fours, his head low and his ass sticking in the air. That way, they would be in the perfect position to fuck him hard.

  “Oh, fuck, honey, look at our boy all ready for us,” Miles said, his voice throaty. “God, he’s so perfectly wanton.”

  Charlie moaned. “I want to watch you fuck him.”

  Rustled noises filled the room as Miles and Charlie got undressed. Brad didn’t watch, content to wait until they were ready for him.

  The snap of the cap alerted him someone was getting lube. He couldn’t suppress a shudder. Who would it be? Miles had at least another round in him, probably two, but Charlie had been pretty damn hard as well. Her couldn’t wait for what they had promised him. Both, at the same time.

  Cold, slick fingers breached his hole without any preamble, stretching him without much finesse. Miles. He recognized his long fingers. Brad shivered again, reveling in the fact that he could take it.

  “Someday, I wanna take it slow with you, my love,” Miles throaty voice sounded. “You deserve to be worshiped, and I want to kiss every inch of your skin, suck on every sweet spot of your perfect body. Right now, I need you something fierce, Brad. I need to be inside you.”

  “Take me, Miles. Please, fill me.”

  Miles’ fingers disappeared, and Brad relaxed so Miles could enter him. He lined his cock up and surged in with one, deep thrust. It burned, all the way from his first ring to his very insides. He clenched his teeth, fighting back his body’s urge to clamp shut. Miles didn’t wait, but pulled halfway out before surging back in. So damn perfect, that fat cock stretching him. Fuck, he loved this. He loved him.

  He loved him.

  Brad’s heart skipped a beat as realization hit. He’d fallen in love with Miles. When had that happened?

  And he loved Charlie, too. He always had. He just hadn’t allowed himself to feel it, to harbor even the faintest hope. He loved them both. What a hot mess this was.

  Charlie lowered himself on the bed next to him, and Brad automatically turned his head toward him for a kiss.

  “You are so beautiful when he’s fucking you,” Charlie sighed, brushing a curl off his forehead.

  Brad bowed his head, nuzzled Charlie’s neck. God, Miles was fucking him so deep, filling every cell of him, driving away that emptiness, that need. “You’re beautiful, period.”

  He felt Charlie’s gasp more than he heard it, looked up. “You think I’m beautiful?” Charlie asked, his eyes wide.

  “I’m sorry for never telling you before…” He closed his eyes for a second as Miles shifted gears and hit his prostate full on. So. Damn. Perfect. “You’re so beautiful that at times you take my breath away. There’s moments when I look at you and can’t believe that you’re with me.”

  Miles slowed down, unexpectedly. Brad would’ve asked why, but Charlie was more important now. Charlie who had been his friend even when he’d been an ass and had kept him at bay. Charlie who loved him despite being a total fuck up and the biggest slut on the planet. Charlie, whom he loved, too.

  “I love you,” Brad said quietly. “I’ve loved you since the day I met you, but I was too scared to allow myself to feel it, let alone say it. God, I love you so much.”

  Charlie’s eyes welled up. “It took you look enough,” he said, before dragging his head in for a searing kiss. “I love you, Bradford Kent. You’re mine, now. Forever.”

  Forever.

  Brad’s heart soared with hope. “I’m yours,” he echoed. He didn’t dare to add that wonderful, sadly-scary word to it, but he hoped. And maybe, for the first time, he believed it a little bit as well.

  “Do you guys need a minute?” Miles asked.

  Brad’s eyes locked with Charlie’s. This wasn’t just the two of them. Miles was part of them, inextricably linked to both of them. Without him, it wouldn’t work. Brad needed Miles as much as he needed Charlie. He saw this truth reflected in Charlie’s eyes, as they both smiled.

  “No,” Charlie said. “On the contrary.”

  He gave Brad one last kiss, before sitting up. “I wanna watch you fuck him and come,” he told Miles. Brad looked at them as they shared a quick kiss. “And when you’ve flooded his ass, I’m gonna add my load. Our Brad deserves a treat today since he’s been such a good boy.”

  Miles grinned. “Damn, I like the sound of that.”

  So did Brad. He bowed his head again as Miles thrust back in with a content moan. Brad spread his hips wider, giving him full access. Miles fingers dug hard into his hips, probably resulting in bruises. Tears formed in Brad’s eyes, but they had nothing to do with his ass being pounded, or the rough hands on his body. How had he gotten so lucky to find these two men? And more importantly, how the hell did he make sure to not fuck this up?

  “Ohhhh!” Miles grunted as he came. He gave a few last strokes, his cock softening, before pulling out.

  The cum was dripping out of Brad’s ass when Charlie took over, thrusting inside with one deep push. Brad moaned, and his cock hardened.

  “You’re such a perfect little boy slut, you know that?” Charlie praised him. “Your mouth is heaven, and you’re the best cock sucker I’ve ever met, but baby, your ass… Mmmm… It’s dripping with Miles’ load, and you’re all hot and wet around my dick. You take cock so well, baby.”

  The words danced over Brad’s skin. Charlie knew how to play him like nobody else, and fuck, he loved it. His cock did, too, standing fully erect now.

  “Brad was right. You are beautiful, Charlie. And you fuck our boy so well.” Miles’ voice was hoarse.

  Brad couldn’t see them with his head buried in the mattress, but the slurping sounds told them they were kissing. Charlie’s m
oves were a little uncoordinated, distracted by the kiss.

  “He deserves it,” Charlie said, breathless. “He deserves to be fucked long and hard and deep, don’t you, baby?” He rammed in extra hard for good measure.

  Brad whimpered. The pressure in his ball was getting unbearable. His hand sneaked between his legs before he remembered. He didn’t want to disobey Miles. Not today. Not when he had been so perfect.

  “Can I please come, Miles?”

  Miles didn’t answer immediately, but lowered himself on the bed, his face a mere inch away from Brad’s. “How does he feel inside you?”

  Brad thrashed his head, desperate for friction on his cock. “I wanna come so bad. Please, Miles.”

  “Tell me how you feel, baby.”

  “Dirty. Used. So fucking perfect. He’s fucking your cum out of my ass, and…please, I need it.”

  Miles’ head moved, and before Brad realized it, his mouth was around Brad’s cock, taking him in.

  “Oh, fuck!” He exploded in Miles’ mouth within seconds, as his ball emptied with a force that sent powerful tremors through his entire body, leaving him shaking.

  Behind him, Charlie came with a roar, overflowing his hole with more cum. Brad barely had the strength to wait till he pulled out, but Miles steadied him, then pulled his limp body on top of his as Brad collapsed. Charlie joined them, and they were a sticky mess of sweaty, satisfied men.

  Brad’s head rested on Miles’ shoulder. Miles’ hands were roaming his body, petting him everywhere. Charlie’s head moved closer, until his head was next to Brad’s, their breaths mingling.

  “I love you,” Charlie whispered, kissing his nose, then his mouth. A soft kiss, sweet.

  Brad sighed. “I love you, too.”

  Every time he said the words, they became a little easier, a little less scary. Still, he couldn’t say them to Miles. He felt them, but they were still too scary, too big with him.

  “You’ve been such a good boy today, Brad. I’m proud of you,” Miles said.

  His hands were still caressing Brad everywhere, a sensation he’d never experienced before. Cold, hard fucking, he knew. This tender care, this was completely new. It did indescribable things to Brad’s heart.

  “If you’re this good tomorrow, Charlie and I have something special planned for you.”

  “I’ll be good. I promise.”

  For the first time, he didn’t care about being too eager. They knew he wanted whatever they had planned, no need to pretend he didn’t.

  “You’d better be, because bratty boys don’t get double-stuffed.”

  He gasped, his eyes finding Charlie’s, who was grinning. “You want both our cocks in your hole, baby?” Charlie asked.

  Talk about a stupid question. He held back the eye roll and the snarky comment, though. Fuck, no, he was not risking losing this privilege. “Yes, please,” he said sweetly.

  Miles chuckled. “Good reaction, smart ass.”

  “Full ass,” Brad quipped. “Really, really full ass.”

  He shivered with anticipation, his cock reacting with fervor.

  “Your ass is not the only one that’s gonna get filled,” Charlie said. His hand found Miles’ and they linked hands on top of Brad’s back. “Miles is desperate for some cock as well, and I’m happy to oblige.”

  The mental picture of Charlie fucking Miles was incredibly arousing. Fuck, he loved it when his two men got all sexy with each other. So far, it had been just kissing and the occasional hand job, but nothing more. Brad wanted them to be together, as much as he was with each of them. Maybe Charlie could fuck Miles, while he was inside Brad…Oh, fuck, yes.

  Miles laughed, as his hand traveled to Brad’s hard dick. “Someone is liking that idea. He’s hard again, Charlie.”

  Brad moaned. Miles’s thumb was spreading precum around his crown, teasing him.

  “What do you say, Miles? Does our beautiful boy deserve another round?” Charlie asked. He unlinked from Miles’ hand, slipped two fingers inside Brad’s ass with ease.

  Brad’s hips bucked, his cock seeking friction against Miles’ hand. Suddenly, Miles lifted him, repositioned him so their cocks were meshed together.

  “He does, love. Fill that insatiable hole with your gorgeous cock.”

  Within seconds, Charlie had taken position on top of Brad’s back, spreading his legs and sinking his cock inside. Miles’ hand circled around both their cocks, slick enough to create a delicious friction. Because of their position, Charlie couldn’t sink in as deep as before, but he was thrusting in with a delicious, steady rhythm that had Brad’s insides squirm with pleasure.

  “Love this,” Brad mumbled, his body going on overload from all the sensations.

  Charlie gently bit his neck, giving him goosebumps. Then Charlie’s mouth found Miles, and they were kissing each other right next to Brad’s ear. Sloppy, wet, slurping kisses. He turned his head, wanted in, and then three mouths met. It was completely uncoordinated and their noses and jaws bumped a few times, but it was the most perfect kiss ever. At some point, both their tongues were in his mouths, and he sucked and licked and teased and drooled, and it was so damn good.

  Miles was jacking them off with tight pressure, and Charlie was fucking him in a delicious rhythm, and their tongues were everywhere, and… He bucked, thrashed, then flat-out screamed as he came again.

  Miles held him, whispering words that didn’t really register cuddling him, stroking his back and head and chest. Charlie fired off a furious round of thrusts, before he deposited another load of fluids inside Brad. He collapsed on the bed next to them, panting hard.

  Brad was completely limp, spent, a boneless mass on top of Miles. God, everything hurt. His jaw ached from the blow jobs he’d given Miles, and the weird angles of the three-way kissing. His ass was fucked raw, burning and stinging. His cock was tender, not used to coming twice, and his ball throbbed.

  When Miles’ hand caressed his ass, he protested, “Enough.”

  The chest underneath his ear rumbled with a soft laugh. “I didn’t know it was possible. Charlie, love, we’ve managed to fuck the life out of Brad.”

  Charlie let out a deep sigh. “Not just him. Fucking hell, I’m spent. I need a shower. Desperately.”

  “Why don’t you use the bathroom here? I’ll take care of Brad.”

  Brad couldn’t even be bothered to open his eyes, let alone lift his head when Charlie and Miles shared a quick kiss. Charlie pecked him on his cheek. “Thanks, babe.”

  He merely hmm’d in response, too tired to use words. If he could’ve crawled closer to Miles, he would have, but he was already sprawled on top of the man as it was. His big hands were still gently caressing him, and there was a peace between them that hadn’t been there before.

  He wasn’t sure how long they’d laid like that, before he finally spoke. “Do you like being my daddy?” He wasn’t sure how to phrase it, but hopefully Miles would understand.

  “I do, sweetheart. Very much.”

  “Was it something you’d been looking for?”

  “No, it wasn’t, which makes it all the more special to me. To be honest, I didn’t think I would ever find what I needed.”

  “What did you need?”

  Miles kissed his head. “It’s easy to blame Casey for what went wrong between him and me, but it wouldn’t be fair. My condition, it makes me needy, sexually speaking, and that wasn’t his fault. I wanted someone who would satisfy me—and I didn’t realize till later how impossible that desire was. I can’t be satisfied. I’ll never be satisfied, at least not physically. Casey was a willing bottom, and he did the best he could, but we didn’t match emotionally. He was too pliant, too easy in a sense.”

  “Well, there’s one problem you’ll never have with me,” Brad quipped.

  “No. And I see that as a good thing. You challenge me, and I need that. As much as I hate your pain and hang ups, I love that you make me work for it. Loving you is hard work, Brad, but it’s deeply fulfilling.”

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bsp; Brad’s heart stumbled, fell. “L-l-l-loving me?”

  Miles rolled them on their sides, cupped Brad’s cheek as their eyes met. “Yes, loving you. I love you, sweetheart.”

  Miles eyes shone with the truth of his words. “I’m scared,” Brad whispered.

  “I know you are, and I understand. I’m a patient man, my love, so take your time.”

  Brad swallowed. “What about Charlie?”

  “Hmm, it’s complicated, isn’t it? The two of you have something precious, anyone can see that. I wouldn’t dare to come between you, but neither am I content to be on the sidelines, or merely involved with you. Charlie and I need to take it slow, but I love what we’re building, don’t you?”

  Brad thought of the news Charlie had told him, about Miles being cleared for desk duty. It had been on the back of his mind all day. “Would the FBI be okay with you being involved with two men?”

  Miles brushed his bottom lip with his thumb. “What’s really bothering you, sweetheart?”

  Miles’ eyes wouldn’t let him go, and he found the strength there to come clean. “Will you go back to DC? Leave us?”

  “I should spank the shit out of your ass for even asking me that. No, Brad, I’m not leaving you and Charlie.”

  “Please, don’t be mad at me. Charlie said you were cleared for desk duty.”

  “Oh, Brad, how can you think I would leave you two? I told you I love you minutes ago. I’m not mad, sweetheart. I know this is hard for you. I’d planned to talk to you two tomorrow, okay? We’ll have a nice, adult conversation about where to go from here. But no, I’m not going back to my job.”

  Brad let out a sigh. “You can punish me if it makes you feel better,” he offered.

  “That’s a bit of a grey area, isn’t it? It’s not supposed to make me feel better. It’s supposed to help you. Would you feel better if I spanked you for not trusting me to take care of you?”

  Brad considered it. He felt like crap for not trusting Miles, especially after the man had declared his love for him. Rationally, he could explain and understand his own distrust, but emotionally, he felt like shit for it. “Yeah, I think it would make me feel better. Easier to forgive myself.”