“Probably,” Levi shrugged. “He was always around. He even would tease me about it, when you were in class. Said I should stop making moon eyes at you and just go for it.”
I swallowed roughly. “Just took five years, huh?”
“Worth it,” he said, eyes on mine. “Worth every second.” Levi looked around discreetly and glanced at his watch. Then gave me a devious smile.
“How long do you think it would take you to come right now?”
“Whaa—” I started to say, but Levi was already tugging me into the small closet near the ceremony area. We went from bright, beach-y sunshine to total darkness.
Darkness… and Levi’s body pressing mine to the wall.
“I didn’t get to return the favor last night,” he said against my lips, kissing me savagely.
“I thought that was for tonight,” I gasped, head back as his fingers deftly freed my cock from my tuxedo pants. I was already hard and halfway there because that’s what happened when your soulmate drags you into a supply closet for a quickie blow-job.
He gave me three long strokes, and I groaned loudly.
“Shhh,” he admonished, fingers on my lips. “And tonight I’m going to let you fuck me for hours, however you want.” Another perfect stroke. “Tonight, you can use my body however you’d like to. Because I’m yours.” Levi was jerking me off now, panting as quickly as I was, and I couldn’t stop touching him. Arching into him. Completely undone even though I was supposed to be the one in charge. In control.
“You’ll be lucky if you can fucking walk tomorrow,” I managed to growl and was rewarded with Levi dropping to his knees again, just like last night, and sucking my cock so deeply all I could do was come—spectacularly—with an orgasm so immediate it shocked me. I drenched his throat, and the greedy sounds of pleasure he made dragged an after-shock of ecstasy right through.
“What the ever-loving fuck,” I gasped, half-falling down the wall, but Levi’s strong hands caught me.
“I stayed up all night thinking about that,” he said, kissing my cheek. My jaw. Down my throat. Tucking me back inside my pants—no one would be the wiser. Because he’d swallowed every last drop of my come.
“And now you need to smile and act like a normal groomsman and not like you just had your cock sucked in a supply closet,” Levi laughed, giving me a sloppy kiss and slipping through the open door. “Come on, handsome. They’re waiting for us.”
And with a tug, I was back in the sunshine. Staring at a gorgeous beach, down a long, sandy aisle, shoulder-to-shoulder with a man I’d imagined marrying a thousand times since the first day of freshman year when his earnest grin just about knocked my heart into the next stratosphere.
“You ready?” he asked, and that’s when the strains of the wedding march started up.
8
Levi
“Can I have this dance?” I said, striding up to Diego, man of my dreams. We’d smiled and laughed and gotten slightly choked up during Jeremy’s ceremony. Had danced and been photographed and stuffed our faces with cake.
But now I just wanted to hold his body against mine in the soft ocean breeze.
“You know how to dance?” Diego teased, sliding his fingers into mine. I gave a hard tug until he was flush against me. Wrapped my hand around his lower back and kissed his fingers.
“I know how to do a lot of things,” I said against his ear and was rewarded with a shiver. “And I’ve been thinking about our hotel room tonight. How about you?”
Diego shifted, and I could feel the hard ridge of his cock lined up right against mine. I growled, nipping the skin along his throat.
“I don’t know. I haven’t really been thinking about it.” He smirked and gave me a kiss. “And can I ask you a question?”
“Absolutely,” I said, twirling us toward the center of the floor. Behind us, Jeremy and Abigail danced outrageously, half-drunk and in love.
“Why didn’t you say anything? The night I confessed my love to you?”
His voice was rough with tension and longing, and when I pulled back, there was sadness in his eyes. Sadness I had caused.
“Diego,” I started, and he swallowed roughly.
“Just tell me the truth,” he said, shaking his head. “If you spent four years pining for me the way I pined for you, you could have said it back. We could have spent the past five years together instead of apart.”
We swayed on the dance floor, lips close together, hearts pounding in beautiful synchronicity.
“I have no excuse, just apologies,” I finally said, sensing the delicate tight-rope we now walked. We’d exhausted our first night of pent-up lust together, but these confessions were something else entirely. Honesty. Integrity.
Love.
“You came to me that night beyond blacked out. Slurring your words, about to pass out. I put you to bed, watched over you. Made sure you were okay,” I said, remembering that night with crystal-clear clarity. “And yeah… every hour or so, you’d say something along the lines of, ‘Levi, I love you so fucking much.’”
His cheeks tinged pink, and I pulled him closer. “Which was adorable and made me want to dance through the streets. But you were so drunk, and I truly hadn’t thought you’d felt the same way. Guessed that I was alone in my yearning and worried I’d…”
“What?”
I gave a sheepish grin. “Confess my love to you and have you reject me. Tell me it was a joke. And that would have ended everything. Our friendship, our trust. So I fled to the West Coast like a coward because, when I realized how deeply I loved you, I knew we could never be friends again. Knew I’d just spend my entire life in love with someone who didn’t love me back.”
Diego pressed his lips to mine, soft and sweet like ripe peaches on the first hot summer day.
“You’re such a fucking idiot,” he finally said once I was gasping against his mouth. Because even sweet Diego had the ability to send sparks racing along my spine. “And I’ll forgive you if you tell me the moment you first realized you fell in love with me.”
I grinned, twirling us around the floor. “That first night we met, we stayed up late talking. You made me laugh so hard—you just got me. What I loved. What I was interested in. And you were so kind. Kind and… so good. You’re so good, Diego. The best person I know. I just remember us sitting on our dorm floor in bean bag chairs, half-stoned and a little drunk, and you looked so fucking sexy. Hair tousled, laughing, shirt riding up so I could see your hipbones.” I was getting hard at the memory, all the youthful exuberance of that night. The deliberate lust. Wanting to claim his mouth with mine but holding off. Denying myself.
“I remember that night,” Diego said shyly. “I thought we were going to kiss.”
“Me too,” I said, pressing our hands together. “When did you first realize you loved me?”
“That blow job in the supply closet two hours ago,” he said, and I threw my head back and laughed.
“Keeping it a mystery, eh?” I asked as the song slowly ended. The night was tapering off, couples pairing up and heading to hotel beds for sweaty, sultry sex. Something I very much wanted us to be doing right now.
“Maybe I’ll tell you later,” Diego said, dragging his lips up my throat until they caressed the shell of my ear. “But first? I’m going to take you to my hotel room and fuck you until you can’t stand.” A bite of his lips and a subtle rock of his hips. “Get ready to confess your love all goddamn night.”
9
Diego
We were a blur of frenzied, erotic motion. The moment I placed the Do Not Disturb sign on our hotel door, I had Levi up against it.
“Everything off,” I ordered against his gasping lips, tearing, ripping, tossing, throwing. There was no more time for games. No more foreplay. No more teasing.
I was going to fuck Levi tonight.
“Should we open the champagne?” he managed to grunt as I licked my way down his abs and took the length of his cock into my mouth. Naked, he was glorious. Naked, he
was the light of my goddamn life. The man I’d been dreaming of since I was a stupid freshman and he flashed me that grin. The one that made my heart feel like it was going to beat right out of my chest. “And, oh fuck, don’t stop doing that.”
“You don’t get to give the orders,” I growled, sliding up his hot body and all but shoving him onto the bed. I lifted his arms above his head, twisting our fingers together as I ground our bare cocks together. “And you are the most beautiful goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Diego, fuck,” he hissed, arching his hips against mine, seeking greater friction. “You feel so… that feels so…” And I almost let him come like that, our chests pressed together. Hands bound. Hearts beating as one.
But I had plans for Levi. Plans five years in the making.
“On your stomach, sweetheart,” I said, eyebrow arched, and he dutifully complied. He was gorgeous, all tan skin and lean, hard muscle. I took my time, licking up the backs of his thighs as he shuddered. Bit the juicy flesh of his ass. Spread him so my thumb, and then my tongue, could swirl around his tight, clenching muscle. Levi groaned against the sheets, a raw, masculine sound that had the hair standing up along my skin. That had me pray, fervently, that we could stay like this—hot and urgent for each other in the slick dark of this hotel room. On the edge of climax, clawing our way toward release.
“I want you ready for me,” I said, tongue swirling inside. He almost wailed, and I grinned, loving his response. Loving that I was the one responsible for his pleasure, his gasping release. His hips flexed against the bed, and I gave him a ringing slap.
“No cheating,” I admonished, dribbling lube onto my trembling fingers. I turned him, needing to see his face, and slid two fingers inside his ass.
He practically shot off the bed, fingers fisting the sheets. And I stayed there on my knees, watching his cock jutting forward, abs flexing. Throat exposed, head back, groaning with raw ecstasy. Stretched and slid my fingers, wet and slick, until I had driven him mad with desire.
“Levi look at me,” I said, sliding a condom down the length of my cock. I fisted myself for him once, and he bit his lip. Hungry. “I’ve waited a long, long time for this moment.”
“Me too,” he said softly, and I took his lips in a sweet, searing kiss. I notched my cock at his entrance but didn’t move.
“I fell in love with you the night before we graduated,” I said, sliding inside just an inch. Just a tease. Swallowed his moan with my mouth. “I thought I had a crush on you. An attraction. Something vapid and fleeting.” I slid in another inch. My vision started to darken. “But that wasn’t it at all. It was love. Pure and simple. And all-consuming.” I flexed hard and bottomed out inside of Levi. For a moment, the two of us could only press our foreheads together, breathing tightly. I was aware of every sensation—his ass squeezing my cock. His hard dick pressed between us. His smell. His taste. His shuddering sighs.
“And I was really fucking scared you didn’t want me back,” I slid all the way out, then slowly worked my way back in. Enjoying Levi’s ragged groan. “Thus the black-out drinking and the confession of love.” Another thrust. Another. Our lips hovered together, and I wrapped my fingers around his cock. Gave him a delicious tug.
“I wish we’d realized then, I wish…” he started, but he was moaning too loudly. And so was I, my mouth pressed to his shoulder as I flexed my hips against his ass. Took him in a punishing rhythm that had me moments from climax.
“It’s okay,” I whispered against his ear. Knowing he was close. “It’s okay. This is us. This is beautiful. This is perfection.” And then we were nothing but a tangle of sweaty limbs, poetic motion, two men in love searching for the same release. Our lips stayed together, Levi’s fingers digging into my back, and as I raced toward the edge, Levi came—beautifully.
I joined him not ten seconds later, and ten seconds after that, Levi had the superhero ability to stand up, open the bottle of champagne, and pour a splash of it onto my stomach.
“Hey,” I laughed, attempting to turn away but powerless to his curious tongue, licking up the sweet and bubbly liquid. “I just professed my love to you, fucked you into oblivion, and now you’re pouring alcohol onto me?”
He sat up, took a generous swig, cheeky look in his eye. “It’s a celebration, handsome.”
“Oh yeah?” I said, sitting up on my elbows. “And what are we celebrating?” He pressed his lips to mine, and I tasted effervescence.
“I mean, probably when I get back from this wedding, I’ll have to quit my job, sell my house, and move out here. Right?” A slight blush—he was nervous. “So I’m just pre-celebrating all of those major life decisions.”
I dragged him on top of me where he settled comfortably. “Hey,” I said, thumb stroking his cheek. “You’d do that for me? Move back home?”
“I only moved there to get away from… from this,” he said. “From wanting someone I thought didn’t want me back. But now…” His smile blossomed, the warmth of it hitting me like a ray of sunlight right to my chest. “What am I waiting for?”
“What are we waiting for?” I said softly as he laid down, head nestled against my shoulder. “We’ve only been waiting since college.”
A soft laugh, a sloppy kiss. “I say we’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for.”
Another Boring Night at the Opera
Cooper and Jack clearly think the opera is fucking boring.
And quite frankly, so do I.
For the first hour of the show, I had two, devilishly handsome men—looking dapper as hell in their tuxedos—with their hands placed innocently on my knees. Then slightly above my knees. Then my thighs, gliding smoothly, dangerously, toward my hips. The singers on the stage could have torn their clothes off and danced a jig while juggling tiger cubs, and the entirety of my attention would have remained locked on their hands. Stroking and teasing and doing what they do best.
Setting me on fire.
A round of applause explodes around me, and Cooper leans over me to straighten Jack’s tie, pausing to swipe his thumb over his full lips. Jack tosses me a wink when he catches me watching. Because he knows I love watching. And when Cooper starts to lean back, he brushes his fingers over my breasts. Quickly. Just his thumb, sliding over my nipples.
I hissed in a breath.
Jack places his mouth against my ear and breathes against it—no words, not yet. Which is good because Jack’s words have a tendency to make me orgasm. On some nights, Cooper and I fuck spectacularly to Jack’s filthy instructions.
Sometimes he even films us.
“You wore this dress on purpose, kitten,” Jack whispers as the opera singer throws her hands wide, hitting a note so high I almost wince. I shake my head, and Cooper’s fingers slip under the hem of my dress.
“You did. Because you wanted Cooper and I to be tempted to rip it the fuck in half and suck on those pretty nipples until you come in front of these opera patrons. Who would be properly scandalized at the sight.” A pause, and just the tip of his tongue grazes my ear. To my right, Cooper’s fingers are tracing intricate patterns on my inner thighs. “You’re lucky I have so much control,” he semi-sighs as if suddenly regretting that control.
I’m regretting it as well, almost painfully aroused by the thought of climaxing just from nipple play in front of these people. Jack’s fingers are stroking the back of my neck in the same maddening pattern Cooper is tracing on my thigh.
I bite my lip.
“Don’t,” Jack whispers. “Don’t bite your lip like that. Only I get to do that.”
I stop.
His fingers move down my neck to my collarbone. “I bet I could slide my hand even lower,” he says and does it. “See? No one’s even looking.” His hand dips into my bra, grazing my nipple, and Cooper’s fingers press against my clit through the fabric of my underwear. That’s all they do—a beautiful, choreographed dance to get me off.
This is my life with them.
The lights flicker up for intermis
sion, and their hands disappear just as rapidly. Clearing his throat, Jack adjusts his jacket while Cooper brushes a fleck of dust from his cuff links. Relaxed. Confident. Almost smug. And as the fancy opera patrons stand up, I watch multiple sets of eyes flicker over my men in clear admiration. Jack places a warm hand on my low back, guiding me forward with a possessive strength. At the bar, Cooper sips whiskey, neat, looking like a dream. He catches both Jack and I watching and winks.
A blush works its way across my cheeks—which still surprises me since earlier this week he’d fucked me so hard I couldn’t sit down for two days. It’s the beautiful duality of my men. Jack’s filthy-mouthed but fucks me sweetly. Reverently. Worships me like a goddess, prone at my feet.
Cooper, my golden-haired surfer boy, winks at me like a high-school crush, holds my hand as I step around puddles.
And fucks like a savage animal, finally unleashed.
Together, they are insatiable. Together, we can’t be stopped.
“So here are my thoughts kitten,” Jack says, hand still on my back. Cooper tosses the rest of his whiskey back, locking eyes with Jack. A silent communication passes between them.
“We could keep watching this boring-as-fuck opera,” he says, dark eyes growing darker. “Or we can find the nearest closet, and Cooper and I can take turns fucking your delicious pussy.”
There was a heavy pause—bodies were all around us, draped with diamonds and white gloves. The sound of polite laughter sparkled like crystal on glass. And next to me were my tuxedoed heroes, looking handsome and impeccably dressed, even as they promised to devour me.
“Your choice kitten,” Jack says with a crooked grin. “What will it be?”
I mouth the words fuck me, and the next thing I know, they’re dragging me into the nearest closet so quickly I almost laugh.
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