A Daring Journey

by Jeanne St. James

  The scent of an aroused woman filled his nostrils and he found himself lost in the moment, working harder to draw more sounds of pleasure from her lips, do whatever he could to make her body react, to make her wetter than ever.

  Her thighs trembled against his head and he ignored the footsteps that were getting closer. Then fingers—which didn’t belong to Mac—were threaded into his hair and his scalp stung as his fisted hair was pulled. With a last scrape of his beard against her inner thigh, he followed the tug and rose to a stand to face a very serious Damon.

  “Did I give you permission to do that?” His eyes glittered, but not with anger. Oh no, Damon liked what he saw. The unmistakable hard line in his jeans proved it.

  Trevor suppressed a grin but before he could answer, Damon kissed him, sweeping his tongue through his mouth, tasting Mac on Trevor’s tongue and lips. He jerked when Damon bit his bottom lip sharply before releasing him.

  “That mouth is mine.” With one hand wrapped tightly around Trevor’s neck, Damon grabbed Trevor’s balls with the other and squeezed hard. “Those are mine.” He fisted Trevor’s cock roughly. “That’s mine as well.” He released Trevor and pointed to Mac’s slick, pink center which was still exposed since she was touching herself as she watched their interaction. “That’s mine, too. You can share each other only with my permission. Is that understood?”

  Trevor’s head spun and his balls pulled tight. Damon taking control shot heat to every one of Trevor’s nerve endings, making him tingle with anticipation of Damon fucking him hard and Mac watching. Of fucking Mac just as hard with Damon watching.

  Of the three of them sharing each other once again until they collapsed in a pile of bodies, cum and sweat.

  But it was the time afterward which he looked forward to the most. The afterglow, cleaning up, taking care of each other, the cuddling. The touching and connection. The complete feeling of satisfaction that was so strong it invaded every cell of Trevor’s body. That’s what he missed. That’s what he wanted.

  Not to mention what he so desperately needed. He’d had plenty of men and women who had dominated him in the past, but the gentle aftercare had been missing. He didn’t ask for it or want it from them.

  He wanted it from Damon. And now Mac, too.

  He wanted to feel loved after having sex. He wanted the complete package, to feel whole again.

  Damon brushed a knuckle down Trevor’s cheek. His eyes began to sting as he saw what was in Damon’s. Love. Desire. Need.

  Damon cleared his throat roughly before demanding, “Take her place.”

  Giving the man only a slight chin lift, Trevor turned and offered his hand to Mac and when she wrapped her warm fingers around his, he helped her to her feet. He edged past her and sat, his cock rising from his lap.

  Damon slipped his hand up Mac’s cheek and into her hair, dipping his head enough to give her a kiss. Trevor wondered if she could taste herself on his lips.

  His heart thumped furiously when Damon stepped away, his dark eyes pinned on where Trevor sat. When he rounded the chair to stand behind Trevor again, a shiver slithered down his spine and his breathing shallowed.

  Damon’s hand whispered over his hair. “I’m waiting.”

  Trevor jerked into action, leaning forward, snagging Mac’s wrist and tugging her closer. Her nipples were hard pink nubs and she tremored slightly.

  He studied her face for a second. Was she having second thoughts? “Are you nervous?”

  She shook her head. “No, not at all.”

  Trevor tugged on her arm again and said, “Come.”

  “I plan on it,” she answered with a saucy grin as she climbed onto his lap, planting her knees along his outer thighs. She held herself above him, not giving him any of her weight. His cock twitched and leaked in anticipation of her lowering herself and taking all of him.

  A condom appeared before his face and when he reached for it, Damon pulled it away and offered it to Mac. She took it from his long, dark fingers, then ripped it open, slid the latex prophylactic from its wrapping and let the wrapper fall to the floor.

  Trevor jerked and hissed when she pressed the condom over the crown of his cock and began to roll it down. Jesus, he really wasn’t going to last long at all. He was already about to explode. He gritted his teeth as she smoothed it along his length, making sure it covered him completely.

  When Trevor whispered a desperate, “Please,” a knowing look crossed her face. She released him quickly after lining him up so the head of his cock was pressing against the hot, slick line of her pussy. He fought not to surge upward and instead waited for her to sink down on him.

  When she did, a groan rolled through him and his fingers clutched her hips tightly. She clasped his cheeks in her hands and began to rise and fall on him in a slow, easy rhythm. But every time she bottomed out, she’d rock her hips forward, grinding her clit against him with a gasp.

  Each grind, each time she gasped, he took a step closer to that delicate, but dangerous edge. In one way, he wanted to hurry and let go, so Damon could fuck him. In another, he wanted to make this last, because the warm, slick heat surrounding him like a fist drove him out of his mind. He loved being fucked, but he’d forgotten how much he loved doing the fucking. He’d forgotten how much he appreciated the softness of a woman. The curves of their breasts, the pink peaks of their nipples. Their scent. Their capability of getting slick with arousal with the right partner.

  He loved being taken, but he also loved doing the taking.

  And now, he’d have the best of both worlds.

  He slid his hands around to grip her ass and separate her cheeks, his thumb pressing against her puckered hole. Had she allowed any man there before? If not, would she want it?

  “Lube?” Trevor asked.

  “No.”

  No, Damon didn’t bring any down with him? Or no, Trevor wasn’t permitted to take her there?

  He continued to stroke her, tease her into relaxing the tight circle of muscle. Without lube, he wouldn’t push too hard. The anus had so many sensitive nerve endings that when done right, anal sex was amazing. With his scarring, he regretfully lost some of that, but that didn’t mean he still didn’t enjoy it.

  He did. And the response that Damon had drawn from him this morning had been amazing. Damon had always been a great lover. Even though demanding, he was never selfish. Trevor’s pleasure had always come before his.

  As Mac continued to ride him, groaning and grinding, Trevor closed his eyes because watching her face in the throes of ecstasy would be his downfall.

  But a tug on his one remaining nipple piercing had him opening his eyes to see if it was Mac. It wasn’t. Damon pulled, twisted and tweaked, then slid his other hand down from Trevor’s shoulder to his torn nipple. While it was fully healed, it had lost some sensitivity, too. But that didn’t mean he wanted Damon or Mac to ignore it. Trevor encouraged Damon earlier to do what he wanted with his nipples and not to avoid them. While he’d been cautious at first, Damon quickly began to do what he used to. Trevor enjoyed nipple play and his lover hadn’t forgotten.

  “You’re not to come until I tell you.” Damon’s warm breath sliding over Trevor’s ear and cheek had him shuddering. Damon’s touch, his voice, his scent, coupled with Mac moving and grinding, taking him deep, but at a steady, frustrating pace was about to be the end of him.

  What man could hold out with this kind of attention?

  “Day,” Trevor breathed.

  “Don’t you dare,” Damon growled.

  “Then you have to stop.”

  “Do I?”

  No, Damon didn’t have to do anything he didn’t want to do. Not unless they were changing the rules they had established earlier when they’d been alone.

  With a last hard twist to both nipples, Damon released him and captured both of Mac’s nipples between his fingers next. He did the same with her and the harder he tweaked, the more she ground down on Trevor’s lap, the more he could feel her tightening around his co
ck. She threw her head back and gasped, making Trevor concentrate on the line of her neck, wanting to lick and nibble along its delicate curve.

  And while he wanted to do that, he couldn’t. It was taking everything he had to not come until Damon told him.

  Which he hoped was soon. Which also meant Mac needed to come soon. Because, as expected, Damon would never allow Trevor to come before her.

  He slipped a finger down her crease to where they were joined, gathered some of her own arousal as lube and worked his way back up, finding that tight and probably virgin hole. He circled and teased, her own slickness easing the way for him to bury his middle finger inside her up to the first knuckle.

  “More.” Damon’s demand was gruff, and Trevor could only imagine how turned on the man was.

  He did as he was told and pushed his finger deeper, just to the second knuckle, working it in and out.

  “More.”

  Jesus. Mac was not only squeezing his cock, but also his finger, her breath hitched and her head was still thrown back with her eyes closed. She was close. Trembling, rippling, squeezing, on her way to reaching that peak. When she did, her head fell forward, her hair spilled around her face, hiding her reaction as she shot up almost completely off him and sank back down on him so hard, he grunted as the air fled his lungs.

  “Day,” he begged on a groan, as Damon released Mac’s nipples and she collapsed bonelessly against Trevor’s chest, her face buried in his neck as her breath beat against his heated skin.

  “Look at me.”

  Trevor tilted his head back and met Damon’s dark eyes.

  “Come.”

  He gripped Mac’s ass so tightly he probably would leave bruises. But he held her so she wouldn’t tumble back as his hips thrust up and he came with another grunt, the pressure in his balls releasing, his cock throbbing. Any coherent thoughts gone. He heard nothing but the roar in his ears.

  Until Damon’s whispered “good boy” pulled another shudder from him as Damon stroked his damp hair.

  “I was supposed to watch you two,” came muffled from his neck a few moments later.

  “Don’t worry, you will,” Damon assured her.

  The familiar sound of Damon’s belt being slid from the loops of his jeans had both Trevor and Mac sitting up.

  She ended up on her feet after Damon told her to stand, before telling Trevor, “Wrists out and together.”

  Trevor began to shake as Damon looped the leather around his wrists and tightened it. He waited for another whispered “good boy,” but none came. Instead, Damon handed a naked Mac the other end of the long belt, as if it was a leash.

  Trevor jerked as Damon removed the spent condom from him, tying a knot at the end of it as he spoke. “While I get rid of this, I want you to take him upstairs. I want him on his knees in the center of the bed. His ass up, his head down, the end of the belt tied to my headboard. There’s a container of Astroglide on the nightstand, waiting. Prep him well. Once he’s in place, I want you to clean up, but remain naked. I placed a chair facing the bed. You will sit there and both of you will wait for me.”

  Mac stepped out of the master bathroom not only surprised to find that Damon still hadn’t come upstairs, but relieved, too, since she wasn’t where he wanted her to be.

  Trevor was in place, prepped and, even from where Mac stood, she could see a long string of precum hanging from the end of his cock, which was hard once again.

  She had never “prepped” a man for anal sex before, and while doing so, kept checking with Trevor to make sure it was enough, especially with the scar tissue that surrounded both the outer and inner areas. As she had slipped her lubed fingers inside him, he’d groaned but quickly reassured her it wasn’t from pain. If he could handle Damon’s cock, he could handle two of her slender fingers.

  The towel-covered chair Damon had readied for her wasn’t at the end of the bed. It was at the side, so she would be able to clearly see Trevor once Damon was on the bed with him.

  She quickly took her seat and wrung her hands nervously. Every time they’d had sex, Damon had become more and more demanding. While she hadn’t minded so far, she wondered when he’d reach his limit. When she would reach hers. She’d never been with anyone like him. She’d been with assholes before who were demanding but not in the same way. The difference was she had quickly tired of them, while she couldn’t wait for more with Damon.

  “You don’t mind him saying ‘good boy’ to you?” she whispered, keeping an eye on the open doorway.

  Trevor’s forehead had been pressed to the mattress, his ribs expanding and contracting at a rapid rate. He rolled his head until he rested on his left cheek and could see her. “I love it. Truthfully, I’d do anything to hear him tell me that. Do you mind him saying it to you?”

  “It shocked me a little at first. I’ve never had anyone say anything like that to me before, but it turned me on when he said it to you, especially with how he says it in almost a purr. Then I couldn’t wait for him to tell me again. Is that weird?”

  Trevor grinned at her. “Not at all. Don’t worry, he’ll never use it where others can hear it. It’s only for me... And now you. But you’ll find yourself doing things to get him to say it in public. He won’t unless he whispers it in your ear and there’s no threat of anyone else hearing those words he’ll only share with us. Fuck,” Trevor groaned, “it’s almost as good as when he says, ‘I love you.’”

  An unexpected longing to hear those three words from both Damon and Trevor swept through her. Would they get to that point? Not just the two men loving each other, but them loving her, as well? “Then I look forward to hearing those words, too.”

  “I have no doubt that it will be sooner than you think. From both of us.”

  While she hoped he was right, there was no way he could know that. Not yet. “This is all new...”

  “We have plenty of time to figure things out.” Trevor stuck his tongue out at her playfully as they heard Damon coming down the hall, and Mac stifled a giggle with her hand, but when she dropped it, she couldn’t wipe the grin from her face.

  Until Damon walked into the room completely naked, his erection hanging between thick, muscular thighs.

  Shit, the man was impressive. He lacked nothing from what Mac could see.

  He stopped at the end of the bed and studied Trevor who had pressed his forehead to the mattress once more. Damon strode to where Mac sat and held out his hand.

  Mac blinked, then realized what he was holding. Another condom. As she took it from him, ripped it open and began to sheath him in the latex, he asked, “Is he prepped?”

  Mac smoothed the condom over his hard length, and it twitched within her fingers. “Yes.”

  “Did he enjoy it?”

  She reluctantly released him and tipped her eyes up to him. “Yes.”

  “Did you?”

  “Yes,” she answered with a smile.

  Damon’s face lit up when he smiled back. He leaned over to brush his lips lightly over hers and as he pulled away, he murmured, “Good girl.”

  Mac lost her breath as he turned away. She wasn’t sure if her reaction was from what he said or from watching the muscles in his ass bunch as he approached the bed, then climbed on, taking his place behind Trevor.

  Now she couldn’t breathe for a whole other reason. She held her breath as Damon first pressed a kiss to the center of Trevor’s back, then slid his hand from Trevor’s hair along that long line of spine to the man’s ass. Soon Mac could no longer see his thumb but instead could see Trevor’s reaction, his head coming off the bed and arching back. “Day.”

  Damon ignored his name being said in a whimper. Trevor pushed back and then moved forward, rocking on his knees because of what Mac could only assume was Damon fucking him with that thumb.

  “Day,” again came the rough plea.

  Damon ignored him once more. His hand shifted but remained where it was, spreading Trevor open as Damon lined up his cock, and before moving forward, he turne
d his head to look at Mac.

  She lifted her gaze from where she’d been staring, waiting for him to give Trevor what he wanted. She was barely breathing, as if she was the one on the bed, poised to feel Damon’s thick cock slide inside and fill her up.

  She knew exactly what Trevor wanted, pleaded for.

  “Stop making him wait,” whispered through her mind. “He loves you. He needs you and I want to see the two of you become one. I want to witness that love, that bonding. What you both missed out on for years. What you can finally have again.”

  “Because of you.”

  Her mouth dropped open at Damon’s raw words as they slipped from his lips. Fuck! Had she said all that out loud?

  Heat once again licked at her cheeks.

  “Because of you,” he said again, his eyes holding so much emotion that Mac’s heart ached. Not only for him but for Trevor, too.

  He turned his attention back to Trevor, pushed forward just slightly, before grabbing his hips and sliding slowly deeper.

  Mac leaned back in the chair and pressed her thighs together, glad Damon had thought to put a towel down on the seat. As she watched the man be slow and gentle with Trevor at first, she desperately wanted to join them.

  Nevertheless, she remained where she was, because... anticipation.

  Trevor’s back arched with each thrust of Damon’s cock. She hoped he wasn’t in any discomfort, and that it felt as wonderful as it did when Damon fucked her.

  She wanted to ask him, to hold him, to share in his pleasure. And she was sure she’d get that chance, if not tonight, then soon.

  The urge to touch herself was strong, but Damon hadn’t told her if that was allowed.

  Should she ask?

  She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head at her line of thinking. What the hell? Since when was a man the boss of her?