Calling the Shots

by Christine d'Abo

  “If you ever put us through something like that again, I’m going to kick your ass.” Oliver reached up and pulled him into a deep kiss. Their tongues slid against each other, teasing, exploring. Josh’s body immediately responded to the intimate caress. His cock hardened even as he shifted to pull Beth closer, needing all of them to be in contact.

  Slender fingers joined Oliver’s on Josh’s skin and pulled him away. Beth claimed him as well. Her lips softer, her mouth smaller, making him feel giant. For once, Josh didn’t want to be the one in control. If this was going to have a shot at working, he’d need to learn to let them take over, let them look after him and not worry about making things right. He needed to trust that they knew what they wanted, and for the time being that was him.

  Beth pulled Josh down so his back was flush on the bed. She continued to kiss and lick at his face as Oliver pulled on Josh’s belt. He was so distracted by Beth’s mouth on his skin he hadn’t been aware that Oliver had pulled his cock free until a wet mouth covered him.

  The gentle scrape of Oliver’s teeth on his swollen shaft had Josh gasping. Oliver patted Josh’s thighs, drawing attention to the fact that his pants were still on and, man, he needed them off now. Oliver was unwilling to relinquish his prize to further remove them. Josh lifted his hips off the bed, giving Oliver the room he needed, while at the same time forcing his cock further still into Oliver’s wicked mouth.

  “God,” Josh moaned and tightened his hold on Beth. “Like that.”

  Beth grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and tugged it up over his head. Josh was now naked with his jeans bunched around his feet. The soft cotton of Beth’s shirt tickled his side and teased his hardened nipple. He wanted to tell her to suck it, but instead he slid his hand down to scratch Oliver’s head, as he turned to mouth her breast through her T-shirt.

  “I’ll do anything,” Josh muttered. “Let me prove it to you.”

  Beth gasped as she kissed the top of his head. “Will you let Oliver fuck you?”

  The steady bobbing of Oliver’s mouth up and down on his cock stopped. The rush of cool air as he pulled away had Josh groaning almost as much as the idea of Oliver taking him. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”

  “Really?” Oliver crawled up Josh’s body, his jeans scraping against the outside of Josh’s hips as he straddled him. “You’ll let me?”

  “Why wouldn’t I?” Josh smiled. “I’m not that much of a top.”

  They both laughed. Oliver yanked his shirt off, ignoring the buttons. “You can’t even say it with a straight face.”

  “That doesn’t mean it isn’t true.” Josh slid a hand down Oliver’s arm, enjoying the feel of his hair, sweat and skin. “There aren’t many men I’ve wanted like that. But you’re at the top.”

  “Not Paul?”

  Josh didn’t need to see Oliver’s insecurity to understand that was the reason behind the question. It wasn’t surprising either, given Josh’s history with Paul.

  “He’s my best friend and will always be important to me. What I felt for him was born as much from my gratitude for him saving my life as it was from any real attraction. I love him, but I’m not in love with him. Not like I am with both of you.”

  Oliver was kissing him, then so was Beth. The contact was messy, more slide of wet skin than an actual kiss. Josh didn’t care. He belonged to both of them now, their taste and scent burned into his brain. This was what he’d always wanted, the unchecked rush of love and lust, everything he’d ever dreamed of. He was complete, not a freak but a man who could do anything. They finally broke the kiss, but remained close. Josh placed a quick kiss to each of their mouths.

  “Get naked. I want to feel you before you fuck me.”

  Beth helped strip Oliver. They moved so easily together, so confident, it was beautiful to watch. Josh’s cock flexed in anticipation, his stomach clenched with a sudden bout of nerves. It had been a long time since he’d been the one being fucked. He wished they could skip the condom and he could feel the smooth heat of Oliver’s bare shaft pushing into him.

  “We should all get tested,” he blurted out, causing the other two to stop and stare at him. “So we can get rid of the condoms.”

  Beth tightened her hold on Oliver’s shirt. “I’m clean last time I checked. And I’m on the pill.”

  “I’ve only ever had sex with Mallory. And the two of you.” Oliver’s gaze dropped. “So I’m clean.”

  “Me too, but—” he held up his hand when they started to protest, “—I care about you too much to take the chance. Test first, then we can explore our options.”

  They nodded and resumed their efforts to get naked. Beth left them to retrieve a bottle of lube from her suitcase. She tossed it to Oliver, who immediately popped the top open.

  “Good to know the two of you were keeping each other entertained.”

  Oliver poured a generous amount onto his open palm. “Even though you weren’t here, you were still with us. I couldn’t get you out of my head.”

  “I kept wanting you here.” Beth crawled back on the bed, this time straddling his chest. Her bare pussy rubbed against his pecs, leaving proof of her arousal against his skin. “I wanted to feel your mouth on me. Licking me.”

  She edged closer, bringing her cunt within inches of his mouth. Josh could smell her, clearly see the pink folds of her mound, her clit swollen and red. He braced her hips with his hands, encouraging her on until she rose to her knees and shifted so her pussy was pressed to his lips.

  Josh didn’t hesitate. He sucked her clit into his mouth, teasing the bud with his tongue as he held her down in place. Beth gasped and fell forward, her hands now braced on the bed above his head. How could he have thought to walk away from her? The soft noises coming from her lips obliterated any lingering hesitation he’d had, leaving him with nothing but a powerful euphoria. There were no thoughts as he devoured her, sliding a hand close to better probe her cunt. Her arousal covered his hand as he pumped in and out of her body. It was perfect.

  The squeeze of strong hands on his knees, pressing his legs up and out, was the one thing that had him pause his oral assault. Oliver’s slick fingers gently probed at Josh’s hole, slowly stretching, opening him up with tentative thrusts.

  “That’s it,” Josh encouraged. “As deep as you can. Now add another.”

  He continued to instruct as he teased Beth, until they were both moaning and begging Oliver to hurry the fuck up. Finally, the crinkle of the condom wrapper being torn open filled the room. Gently shifting Beth away from his mouth, he watched Oliver move into position between his legs.

  “I want you to ride me while he fucks me.”

  Josh shouldn’t have asked, still needing to prove to them he could take as well as give, but she didn’t seem to mind the suggestion. Oliver pushed into him enough for Josh to tense momentarily. “Better wait until our boy is where he needs to be.”

  “Can’t handle it, boss-man?” It was meant to be teasing, but Josh could hear the other man’s concern.

  “I’m good.”

  Oliver continued to thrust shallowly, inching his way slowly into Josh.

  “Just keep doing that.”

  It didn’t take long for Oliver to become fully seated in him. They held still, Josh relishing the time to adjust to the invasion, while Beth rolled a condom on him and shifted to sink down onto his cock. Now completely surrounded, Josh closed his eyes and willed his orgasm away. God, he was about to blow and they hadn’t done anything yet.

  Beth wasn’t about to give him a break. She pushed down on his bent legs, giving herself leverage. Shooting him a wicked smile, she began to fuck herself on his cock, setting a pace meant to drive him insane. Oliver then pulled out and thrust back in, a counterpoint to Beth’s rise and fall. Slow and steady, they showed him no mercy in their relentless sensual attack.

  “Fuck,” Oliver mu
ttered. “So tight.”

  Beth leaned back to kiss Oliver. The angle caused her breasts to thrust out, her nipples pointing up. Josh wanted to reach up and tweak them, pinch and pull until she was begging him to stop. Only then would he suck them into his mouth to sooth and torment the skin further. The thought flew from his mind when she tightened her pussy muscles around his cock at the same time Oliver thrust in hard, hitting his prostate. “Fuck!”

  Without realizing how close to release he was, Josh grabbed at her arms, the only part of her he could easily reach, and squeezed. She moaned and dug her nails further into his legs, pushing him over the edge. Josh screamed, pumping his come into the condom as he fucked his way through the pleasure.

  Beth’s surprised gasps turned into a long, low moan. Her muscles clamped down on him. She ground her hips down until she cried out as well and fell forward onto Josh’s chest.

  “God, you two.” Oliver’s movements had grown shallow, but he never stopped moving. “Beautiful.”

  Josh wrapped his arms around Beth but still managed to hook his legs around the back of Oliver’s ass. “Fuck me hard. I want to feel you tomorrow.”

  Fingers dug into Josh’s thighs as Oliver increased the pace and depth of his thrusts. He pushed relentlessly into Josh, each time hitting his oversensitized prostate. The pleasure heated Josh from the inside, melting away his fears and regrets. Wrapped in their arms, he was treasured and loved. They were unified, his, a force that would propel his life onward.

  Closing his eyes, Josh relished the feel of Oliver in him, Beth petting his skin and pressing kisses to him. Relaxed, he knew he’d never grow tired of this. Oliver’s cock pulsed seconds before his thrusts became erratic and he cried out. Oliver stilled his movements, his cock still deep inside Josh, and leaned forward.

  They were nothing but a tangled heap—arms and legs, cocks and breasts—with no end or beginning in sight. Josh regretted Oliver slipping out from his body for only a moment. When the other man lay beside them, pausing to tug the discarded duvet across them, Josh knew everything would be fine.

  Josh drifted on a haze of love and desire for what felt like hours. He should call home at some point and let his dad know everything was okay, but it could wait. Everything else would be fine as long as they stayed with him.

  “I want to reopen the club.” He wasn’t sure either of them was awake when he’d spoken. Oliver cracked an eye open, and Beth made a soft hmmm sound. “Here in Vancouver.”

  “What?”

  They were both clearly awake then, staring at him. “I love Toronto, but this was home for a long time. After everything that happened with Kingston, I think I need to start over.”

  “What about the people in Toronto?” Beth placed her chin on his chest.

  He’d been thinking about this for days, long before they’d showed up on his doorstep. He could easily rebuild Mavericks and the old group would return. But as awesome as things had been, the unrest he’d been feeling was a symptom of a larger issue.

  “They’ll be fine. I’d received an email from a group of investors I’d been speaking to before the fire. They heard about what happened and want to help. With the insurance, my savings and their money, I’ll be able to open both clubs. This gives me a chance to start something fresh while making sure everyone in Toronto is still looked after.”

  “And you don’t want to go back?” Oliver wasn’t looking at him as he spoke, so Josh couldn’t tell if it was annoyance or something else in his tone.

  “Paul said he’d be willing to run things there for me. Honestly, the only thing that would bring me back to Toronto now is if the two of you don’t want to stay here.”

  Oliver lifted his head. “I’ve always wanted to live on the West Coast. I can be a massage therapist here as well as anywhere.”

  “Your family won’t mind?” Josh cupped Oliver’s cheek and ran his thumb across the skin.

  “They can fly out for visits when they want to see me.”

  “And what about you living with the two of us?” Josh held his face and wanted to get lost in his eyes. “Won’t they mind you shacking up with a man?”

  Oliver shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s not something that’s ever come up before. But I think after everything I’ve gone through with Mallory, they’ll be happy that I’m happy. Once they adjust.”

  Josh turned to Beth, but she only shook her head. “You’ve met my parents. They might hate you for bringing me to Vancouver, but not for moving in with me.”

  “You’ll be living with two men. Sharing our bed.”

  “How about we’ll worry about it if it becomes an issue?”

  “Fair enough.”

  “Besides, this is a good thing.” She kissed his nipple. “Change is good for the soul. I’ll start running searches for potential locations and check out zoning regulations. Maybe we can find a spot for Oliver too.”

  When Oliver grinned and nodded, Josh smiled. “Good.”

  “In this together,” Oliver said, putting his head back down onto Josh’s chest. “Now, I need to sleep. No more life-altering revelations until later.”

  Josh shifted the three of them into a comfortable position, closed his eyes and let the thoughts of new beginnings fill his mind. “I love you.”

  The near silent hitch of their breathing was nearly lost in the gentle chorus of “Love you, too.”

  * * * * *

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  Multipublished author Christine d’Abo loves exploring the human condition through a romantic lens. A self-professed optimist, romantic and sci-fi junkie, Christine can often be found chatting about her favorite shows and movies. When she’s not writing, she’s chasing after her children, dogs or husband.

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