Some of those items he had welcomed, some not so much. But when you were tied down with chains, straps, rope and were gagged, there wasn’t anything he could do to stop it.
Stop thinking about it.
That was then. This is now. This is Damon and Mac.
This would all be pleasure. Neither Damon nor Mac wanted to hurt him. They wanted to enjoy him and for him to enjoy them.
Damon tested him by slipping his pinky past Trevor’s tight sphincter.
And, holy hell, did that feel good. Damon wanted to be cautious, but his pinky wasn’t enough.
“Day,” he groaned.
Damon ignored his plea and worked his pinky in and out of Trevor for a few seconds, and when he removed it, Trevor tensed for a moment, knowing what came next.
His eyelids slid shut and he groaned, leaning his head back until it rested on Damon’s shoulder.
Damon worked his slick middle finger in and out of him, before going deep, curving it and brushing it against Trevor’s prostate.
Damon had said he was going to milk Trevor’s prostate and that’s what he was getting ready to do. But he wanted to stretch Trevor first and test how open he could become.
Trevor already knew that answer. Not as much as he could before.
Even so, he was certain he could still accommodate Damon at his hardest. It had been a long time since he’d had sex, but he had the scarring before going into the rehab facility and he’d been having sex up to that point.
After a moment, Damon added his index finger, scissoring his fingers to stretch Trevor.
Damon pressed a kiss to his ear and whispered the much-wanted “good boy.”
Trevor’s eyes rolled back when Damon stopped the scissoring motion and began to stroke the walnut-sized spot that would turn Trevor into jelly.
He wanted to warn Mac, but he couldn’t wrangle his thoughts enough to make a coherent sentence. What Damon was doing, what he was so skilled at, wouldn’t bring about a typical orgasm. It would bring about a bliss like no other.
But that also meant that it wouldn’t be just some beads of precum at the tip of his cock, which Mac was already sweeping away. No, what she thought would be him coming would only be the beginning of something better. At least for Trevor.
But it might be overwhelming for Mac.
“Day,” he began again, thinking they needed to warn her in advance.
“She’ll be fine,” he murmured next to his ear, causing not only a shudder to run through him from his deep, velvety voice, but from the contractions which were building inside him, as well as at his anus. “She’s going to be a good girl and take everything you give her. And one of these days soon, you can give it all to me, too.”
Just that promise had Trevor fighting to remain in place and not collapse on top of Mac.
Normally, during a prostate massage, no one would be touching his cock until the very end, the very last orgasm. So, he was pretty sure this massage wouldn’t last long at all.
And he was right when the contractions became more intense and smaller spurts of cum landed at the back of Mac’s throat. She didn’t try to pull away or “tap out,” but instead looked as though she was savoring every drop.
Jesus. No wonder Damon wanted to continue exploring a relationship with her.
When the heat began to build at his center as Damon continued to rock against him while fucking Mac and stroking Trevor’s prostate, he was sure this would be quicker than normal.
It had been so long since being able to simply experience... pleasure. Actual pleasure from someone who cared. Even better, two partners that cared.
The tell-tale sign of trembling began at his center and expanded out to every outer edge of his body. Damon must have recognized it, because he whispered, “Good boy. Let it take you where it needs to take you. Let it happen.”
Damon’s fingers kept a steady pace, stroking, stroking, stroking until Trevor thought he would lose his mind. Damon fucked Mac with the same rhythm, but she began to suck Trevor more intensely as his tremors began. Maybe she knew something big was coming.
Trevor wanted to laugh at that thought, because it was so true.
But the noises she was making, whether it was from her enjoying what she was doing to Trevor or what Damon was doing to her, was going to make him shatter so much quicker.
He didn’t move, he let Mac do her thing and Damon do the same. He just reveled in the moment, knowing the result.
He released more and more small spurts of cum, but it was only a preview of what would happen next, which was what Trevor had jokingly referred to as a deluge in the past.
Only it was true.
It was the ultimate orgasm.
“How long can you hold off?” Damon asked, his breathing hitched.
Trevor struggled to answer. “Not... long.”
“Hold off as long as you can. I want to come with you, but I want to make her come first.”
Trevor opened his eyes and glanced at Mac, whose face was flushed, eyes squeezed shut and she now only held Trevor in her mouth, which was fine with him. Anything more and he might explode.
What Damon was doing was flickering a flame inside him and the longer he did it, the hotter it was getting. He recognized the signs besides the trembling, the tightening of certain muscles, the squeezing of Damon’s fingers.
“Day...” Trevor tried to warn Damon again.
“Release him,” Damon ordered Mac.
Trevor shifted just enough, and he slipped free from her mouth and the second he did, her neck arched, and a wail escaped her that drew a violent shudder from Trevor.
“Fuck,” Damon grunted as he moved quicker.
Mac’s fingers dug into Trevor’s thighs as her body bowed beneath him.
“She’s coming.”
Watching her reactions drove Trevor to the edge. “Me, too.”
“I want to watch you come all over her,” Damon gritted out, as he took Trevor’s cock in his hand and began to stroke.
That wasn’t going to be a problem. Trevor felt it. That heaviness. That tightness. And then, with a groan, he was there. His cum shot out of him in thick ropes, landing everywhere. On Mac’s chest, her neck, her chin, on the pillow, over Damon’s hand. Damon milked every last drop from him. There had to be nothing left by the time Damon’s fingers gently slipped from him and he grabbed Trevor’s hips to fuck Mac almost as if he was fucking Trevor.
Then he stilled, and Trevor imagined Damon pumping his cum inside of him. Wishing it was him instead. But, he had to admit, his alternative had been just as good. He just missed that closeness of having Damon be a part of him.
Next time.
Fuck, there needed to be a next time.
When he twisted his head to look at Damon, the man grabbed his chin and they kissed awkwardly. His arm came around to hold Trevor tight against his chest and once they broke the kiss, Damon whispered another, “Good boy.”
Trevor dropped his gaze to Mac and saw her quietly watching them, a look of ecstasy on her face, a smile in her eyes.
“You two are so hot together,” she finally said.
“We are hot together,” Damon corrected.
Trevor agreed and held out his hand. “Towel.”
They had placed a towel within reach earlier and he was glad they did. He had certainly made a mess all over Mac. She would have to shower, but he wanted to at least remove the majority of it.
Damon reached around him and dipped a finger over the puddle of cum pooled at the base of her neck. He then offered it to Mac who sucked it clean.
Fuck.
Damon did it again, this time bringing his finger to Trevor’s lips.
He did it one more time, bringing it to his own.
“I’ve missed the taste of you,” Damon said softly, after sucking his own finger clean. “No. More than that. I’ve missed you.”
Chapter 17
Mac turned her head on the pillow and opened her eyes. She didn’t have to look to know they were go
ne. She had a queen-sized bed. It wasn’t like they hadn’t slept sandwiched together with her gloriously in the middle, even though their male body heat had turned her bed into a furnace. Because of that, she had no idea how they slipped out without her knowing. She must have been in a deep sleep from exhaustion.
She yawned, and stretched, testing muscles that were tight and sore. That was because after Damon had fucked her and, after a little bit of recovery time, Trevor had taken her as well.
Of course, it was just as satisfying as the first time. But after that, they stopped. They had only two condoms and both were used. She made a mental note to buy a huge box and more lube. That was if they would repeat last night’s performance...
She stared at the empty pillow that still held an indentation where Damon’s head had been.
She sure hoped they did.
Never in her life had she thought she’d be in this sort of situation of sharing two men. It never even crossed her mind. Gia always went on and on about it, but Mac had scoffed at the idea. She had a difficult enough time finding one decent man, but to find two?
However, as much as she’d like to think this was a perfect scenario, it wasn’t. Things between Damon and Trevor were still raw. Mac didn’t really know Trevor that well. She’d also spent limited time with Damon.
This was new, but exciting.
Undoubtedly, she could see the potential of the situation quickly going sour.
Between their two “sessions,” Damon had reiterated about how there could be zero jealousy and no favoritism. Even so, they were human. They had real emotions and hang-ups.
They needed to be realistic in their expectations, which Mac had pointed out to both men.
They agreed.
They also all agreed that any issues needed to be openly discussed between them. To not allow problems to fester.
After all of that, though, and after finally falling asleep together, she hadn’t expected them to just split without a word.
And not just one of them. Both.
Mac chewed on her bottom lip as she noticed the spent condom wrappers on her nightstand and the small, now empty tube of lube.
What was that?
She rolled to her side and snagged what looked like a note on the back of a receipt. The neat cursive writing made Mac a little envious. What man had such great penmanship? A man who liked things precise, orderly and in control, that’s who.
Remembering how in control Damon was last night made goosebumps break out all over her naked skin as she read the note. “You were worn out. Trev and I need to talk. Didn’t want to disturb you. Call you later.”
She scrambled for her phone and before she could dash off a text to him, she saw one had come in last night from Gia.
Gryff’s. Friday night. Seven. Be there. Bring your men. I hate you! Which was followed by another text that was only a kissy face emoji. And then a third: Okay, I still love you, but I hate you! So jealous! *stomping foot*
Funny how she read that text in her mind with Gia’s voice and could picture the woman actually stomping her foot.
She loved her best friend, but Gia tended to be a bit of a drama queen.
Friday night. Since they hadn’t discussed Damon’s schedule, she had no idea if he’d even be in town that night. As a massage therapist, Trevor should have no trouble rearranging his schedule, if needed.
However, there was another issue. Would Damon even agree to go? And what would happen between now and then? Would the three of them get together again?
It wasn’t like they needed to rush into anything. They could enjoy each other’s... err... company and then see how things developed between them.
They knew one thing already.
The sex was great.
But that was only a small piece of what Mac was interested in.
She had been interested in Damon and if Trevor came along with him, then she was fine with it. Oh yes, she was. He was just as much a skilled lover as Damon.
Trevor was happy just to be back with Damon, even if Mac was part of the picture. And he seemed to be grateful to Mac for that chance.
Damon showed interest in the arrangement and he certainly didn’t say anything to the contrary after the first—and second—time they all had sex.
In fact, he seemed to be relaxed and content afterward. Mac smirked at her phone.
Still, on one hand, she wondered what the men had to talk about. On the other, she was sure they had plenty of issues to smooth out between them. That was to be expected, even from what little she knew about their “situation.” But... would their talk end up being more than that?
Damon was the one who wanted them only to have sex when the three of them were together. He was the one who set that rule. Would he be the one to break it?
Would Mac care?
Only if she didn’t get the same opportunity. Paige had stressed that keeping things on a level playing field was very important.
She wasn’t above asking Damon outright when he called later. She also wanted more insight of what happened to them all those years ago and what happened to Trevor once he left Damon. Secrets shouldn’t be kept.
She would bring that up to Damon as well. And maybe even talk to Trevor herself. If he had a problem with opening up to her, maybe this wasn’t for her.
If one secret was kept, she’d be wondering if there were any more. Trust was going to be key in all of this.
But if it worked out, she was confident she would be one happy, satisfied woman.
She flopped back on the bed and squealed with glee.
He said he’d call, but he didn’t. He texted instead. Damon didn’t want to answer questions over the phone. It would be better to answer them face to face.
Therefore, he sent her a text inviting her over to his place. After waffling back and forth on whether Trevor should be there, he finally decided it was important that Trev be included. Things needed to be laid out on the table since he didn’t want anything hidden from Mac.
After Trevor showered and grabbed a bite to eat at Damon’s place, he had left to handle some clients.
Now they sat in Damon’s living room, all in their separate corners again, just like the previous day at Mac’s.
While gnawing on her bottom lip, she looked a bit paler than normal. He wanted to allay her fears but needed to go about it carefully. She appeared jumpy and he didn’t want her rushing out the door before they could explain.
“Why does it feel like I’m about to be fired?” she asked on a nervous laugh, her eyes sliding from Damon to Trevor and back.
Damon normally would’ve chuckled at that, but his gut was tied in knots. There were two things Mac needed to know and both might derail the path the three of them were headed down.
“Sorry if things seem serious,” Damon said. “But there are things we need to tell you.”
Her face dropped. “Yep. I’m being fired. Or voted off the island. Or... whatever.”
Trevor spoke up. “No, that’s not what it is.” He sat, looking uncomfortable, in a chair near the fireplace while Mac sat on the couch with Damon standing in the center of the room.
She tilted her head and asked Trev, “Then what is it?”
Damon took over. “Trevor’s going to tell you what he told me. We feel that you need to know everything before we move forward. And then I... we have something else to tell you. I just want to make sure you’re okay with any and all of this info, so you can make the best decision for yourself.”
Mac rubbed a hand over her eyes. “This is sounding ominous.”
“Only if you make it out to be,” Damon assured her.
She dropped her hand and stared at him. “Well, that comment just made it worse.” She glanced at Trevor. “Can you start soon? My heart is pounding.”
Trevor nodded, and Damon wanted to kiss away his serious, but worried, expression. Unfortunately, he’d have to wait.
“While you’ve heard bits and pieces, I want to tell you everything from when t
hings changed with me while I was with Damon, to what happened after I left, and up to the moment I tracked him down in the lounge where he met you for your first date.”
Damon wasn’t sure whether he should remain close to Trevor to support him as he told his tragic tale or to sit with Mac as she listened and tried to process it.
He decided to remain neutral. He kept his mouth shut, perched quietly on the arm of the couch at the opposite end where Mac sat while Trevor ripped himself open all over again.
His wish was that Mac wouldn’t find Trevor’s past unacceptable. He hoped she could look beyond his past and see the future. Hopefully with them.
As Trevor told his story, Damon’s mind drifted to what happened earlier with him and Trevor. Their long discussion included Trevor’s promise that he would never just skip out again like he had. That he would stay and work out any problems that arose.
Trevor also swore to continue his therapy, which he attended twice a week, to make sure he never went down that dark hole again. In turn, Damon promised that if Trev ever felt like it was heading in that direction that he’d be there for him, be supportive and do whatever was necessary to rescue him from that hole.
He was glad they hadn’t had that conversation in front of Mac because it had been raw and highly emotional and it took both of them a while to recover from their talk.
But the problem was, the emotions they’d been feeling became so intense that things became physical.
At first it was simply holding hands while they talked. Then it became holding each other, but when their emotional roller coaster careened down a steep path all of that lead to more. Much more.
Damon hadn’t intended it to go that far. But it did.
What Damon had avoided last night, because he was worried about Trevor’s scarring, had happened.
Without Mac.
And it was Damon himself who had insisted the three of them wouldn’t have sex unless all were participating in some form or another.
Trevor told him not to beat himself up about it but he couldn’t help it. Damon was a man of his word. And he hadn’t kept to his word.
His fear was in losing Mac’s trust.
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