The way he said intimate sent a pleasant shiver through me. “Yes, please,” I said.
“Wait.” Trevor tugged me back. “Is it really this easy?”
Disappointment set in at the hesitation, but it didn’t ease my arousal. “You call two weeks—or several years in your cases—of soul searching and denial easy?”
Trevor studied my face, as if he might find some deep, mysterious answer hidden there. “Why did you push this? You and I click. It’s like we operate on the same wavelength sometimes. We’re incredible together.”
His words both warmed and worried me. I thought he wanted both of us. Except I was too focused on what Trevor said and not on how he said it. This wasn’t accusation or regret. His tone was curious.
And he deserved an answer, rather than me making broad statements like, Now we all belong to each other, ’kay?
Two gazes lingered on me, heavy with expectation. “Kathryn?”
Playing things by ear. Right. I needed to dive in and hope I didn’t say something stupid. “It’s true; we do. But I click with Evan too. You just said so. I don’t need to justify it. You see as well as I do that the three of us work.”
Trevor’s mouth twitched in an unformed smile. “So how does this go? Do we always all have to be around?”
I raised my brows. “First of all, I’m talking about more than just sex. It’s not like all three of us are always going to be in the same place at the same time. Beyond that, do we have to label it? Sometimes it’s going to be all three of us, and sometimes someone will be busy or not in the mood, and I figure it’s all okay as long as there are no secrets. We still need to get to know each other and get comfortable with our dynamic. No reason to put a fence around it before we even know what it is.”
“So”—Evan dragged the word out—“if Trevor and I were to hook up when you weren’t around, you’d be okay with it, as long as someone told you about it after, in vivid, lurid, filthy detail?”
A visual rolled through my thoughts. The two of them stripped down, kissing, hands roaming each other’s hard, bare bodies. I squeezed my legs together, to suppress the throb, and chewed my bottom lip. “I’d rather someone took pictures. But I guess if the photographer’s busy, a verbal play-by-play would be all right.”
Evan prompted me toward the parking lot again, but locked his gaze on Trevor. “Now we’re going back to my place.”
****
The drive to Evan’s house might have been the longest five minutes of my life. I was squirming by the time he led us inside.
Before the door was all the way closed, Trevor twisted his fingers in my hair and held my head captive. “God, I missed you,” he growled before crushing his mouth to mine.
I whimpered at the intensity, the weight of his kiss driving into me.
I dug my fingers into his chest, needing something—anything—to hold onto, and slid my body against his. The faint scent of his body wash, cool and sharp, filled my thoughts and dialed up my pulse another notch.
Evan brushed my hair off the back of my neck, and a second set of lips traced over my skin.. I whimpered against Trevor’s mouth. Trevor dropped his other hand to my waist and pushed under my T-shirt. The heat of his palm on my stomach was like a million sparks of energy, flaring across my skin. Evan nipped my earlobe with his teeth and then trailed his tongue down my neck. His erection dug into my ass, hard and insistent. God, I loved being caught between these two. I never imagined it could be like this.
Evan sucked on my sensitive skin. Biting. Flicking his tongue over the flesh. Marking me. Trevor glided his hand higher until he cupped my breast. He kneaded, pressure and focus increasing until he pinched my nipple through the fabric. He rolled the hard nub, sending a delicious spike of pain and pleasure through me. I needed to be closer. To feel more. I grabbed the hem of Trevor’s shirt. He broke the contact long enough to yank the Tee over his head and toss it aside.
Evan continued his attentions along my shoulder, hands on my hips and fingers gripping tight. His every groan vibrated through his chest and my back. I worked my pelvis in rhythm, grinding against the shaft digging into me.
I traced Trevor’s slender torso, following the lines and definition. I dragged a thumb over his nipple. He sucked in a sharp breath when I drew tight circles around the button. He looked me over, lust darkening his gaze. “You’ve got too many clothes on.”
“I agree.” Evan stripped my shirt off in a single, fluid gesture. I barely registered lifting my arms long enough for him to do so. Trevor shoved my bra up, building friction and scraping skin in need of more attention. He lowered his mouth and flicked his tongue over my swollen nipple. I gasped at the light gesture and the shock of cool, when he blew on the skin.
The tension on my shoulders vanished when Evan unsnapped my bra and drew it away. Trevor took my nipple in his mouth, and sucked. He massaged my other breast, pinching and tugging in time with his mouth. I shifted my weight. My lower lips slid easily, already wet in anticipation. Evan grabbed my hips again and pulled me back into his cock. The hard shaft teased me through denim, and he grunted every time I pressed back.
I scraped a nail down Trevor’s chest, past the waistband of his jeans and to the thick bulge waiting for attention. He jerked against my touch and sucked my nipple harder. There were too many sensations, and at the same time not enough contact. Their scents mingled and filled my head, and their voices were the most erotic song I’d ever heard.
I stroked Trevor through his pants, pumping my hips with each new touch, bite, or squeeze from either man.
“I bet you’re soaked, Kitten.” Evan’s voice had dropped an octave.
“You’ll never know unless you check.” It took more focus than I wanted, to keep the teasing in my voice amid the rainbow of sensations driving over me.
Evan sought out my button and zipper. Seconds later, he dragged the remainder of my clothing down my legs. Searing heat built over my skin, and the air kissed my wet mound. His fingers pushed between my legs from behind, parting my folds.
“This is amazing.” I forced the words out between gasps and locked my gaze on Trevor. “But I want something else.”
He smirked and pulled his mouth from my breast, hand still kneading. Evan’s touch danced along my slit, light enough to tease, never making contact with my clit or dipping inside me.
Trevor studied my face, green eyes wide and curious. “Anything you want.”
“You.” I nudged his shoulders, guiding him back toward the sofa. “I want to taste you.” I fumbled with his belt and jeans for only a moment, before undoing both and pushing those plus his boxer briefs to the ground.
He landed on the couch with a quiet grunt, his cock at full mast, begging for attention.
I knelt next to him, wrapped my hand around the base, and stroked. “This time, let me finish you?” I held his gaze, my voice gravelly with desire.
“Fuck, yes.” Evan’s words melded with the moment.
Trevor traced a finger over my bottom lip, pulling it into a pout before letting go. His smile grew. “How am I going to say no to a request like that?”
Chapter Sixteen
I dipped my head but kept my gaze on Trevor’s, as I flicked my tongue over the tip of his cock. He groaned and dug his fingers into my shoulder. The sharp pressure spurred me on. I took his entire length in my mouth. Evan dipped between my pussy lips again, still tracing over skin and teasing. My head swam from so much sensory input, feeling light, as if it might float away at any minute. The room buzzed with gasps and groans. I knew exactly which belonged to whom, but they still mingled in an intoxicating melody.
I stroked Trevor’s shaft while I sucked, speeding up according to the sounds he made. Evan slid a finger inside me, and I groaned in delight. My clit ached for attention, throbbing more each second I ministered to Trevor. I shifted my hand to cup his balls, which were already tight. He rested a hand at the back of my neck, holding me in place and guiding the pace. I was trapped between the two of the
m, hovering near the height of pleasure, held in place by hands and unseen bonds. My heart screamed in excitement.
Trevor’s hand tightened, and his breathing grew punctuated. “God, Kathryn, I’m gonna come.”
His words almost had the same effect on me, especially with Evan’s finger gliding in and out of me at a slow, steady pace. I sucked Trevor hungrily, bobbing against him. He rose off the couch with a loud moan, and warm, salty fluid hit the back of my throat. I continued to lick and stroke until he shuddered away from my touch.
As I pulled back, my satisfied grin vanished in a moan when Evan shoved more fingers inside me, enough to stretch me out. Trevor grasped my face, and pulled me up to kiss me, tasting himself on my lips, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, and swallowing my cries.
I was vaguely aware of the sound of a zipper behind me. Evan pumped his hand against my opening.
Trevor dipped his head next to my ear. “I wanna see you come. Hard.” His lips moved against my skin, his words as much touch as whisper. “I wanna see Evan bury his thick dick inside you, all the way to the hilt, and I want to hear you scream in pleasure.”
It took the last of my resources to summon a response. “That’s a long list.”
Trevor nibbled on my ear. “And you’re not complaining.” He slid two fingers down my breastbone, over my stomach, and between my legs, and found my clit with little searching.
The new touch, abrading my already swollen sex, mingled with the sensation of the fingers hooked inside me and hitting just the right spot. Orgasm shredded through me, flooding my limbs and leaving me wobbly. My body jerked from Trevor’s touch when my clit protested at the over-stimulation, but he kept up the pressure. Evan pulled his fingers out of me, but seconds later a blunt head nudged my opening.
Evan drove his cock deep inside me and grabbed my hips tight, slamming his pelvis against my butt. “You’re so tight, Kitten.” It sounded as if he spoke through clenched teeth.
I couldn’t muster a response. The two contrasting and complimentary touches had me hovering near climax again, but my body refused to yield. Evan tightened his grip, and his breathing grew shallow. The short strokes from behind and gasps for air made me think he was as close as I was.
With his free hand, Trevor sought out my nipple again. He resumed the attention he’d given it moments ago, but this time the rough pinch met already tender skin. The new spark sent me over the edge. I screamed when I came. Stars danced in my vision, as arcs of pleasure and release spilled through me. My pussy clenched around Evan’s dick. Spasming. Gripping.
Trevor eased back in time with my slowing gasps.
Evan let out a series of short grunts followed by a long groan, and I knew he’d finished as well.
Euphoria sank in, as the room spun to a stop and my surroundings blurred back into focus. My head still buzzed from the overload, and a giddy laugh escaped my throat. My legs wobbled, and from Evan’s faltering grip behind me, I wondered if he felt the same. Trevor helped me shift and drew me into his lap. Evan dropped onto the couch next to us. He pulled my legs over his and leaned his head on Trevor’s shoulder.
The only sound in the room was breathing returning to normal. A few short weeks ago, I’d never have guessed this could be me. But now, wrapped into a pleasant tangle with two wonderful men, I couldn’t imagine things happening any other way. Trevor rested his head on Evan’s and traced tiny circles over my shoulder blade. Evan covered my shins with his palms.
Yup. This was absolutely perfect.
****
Three months later
I glanced one last time at the king-size bed in my hotel room, grateful someone else was paid to make the bed this weekend, and let the door swing shut behind me. I strode toward the elevator, skirt swishing around my legs. Back in L.A., for the first time in years. Attending one of the conventions that started my love of these things was exciting. Especially when I was with the two men who inspired so many other new things in me.
I squished into the waiting car, not minding that it was already too full of people. The last few months were an amazing ride of discovery. Getting to know Trevor and Evan better. Falling into my teaching role at the dojo. Handing in my resignation at the call center.
For the first several weeks, Trevor made it a habit to point out things still might not work. We didn’t all know each other. The thrill would wear off. Life would intrude. He hadn’t brought up any doubts in a while. When I’d asked him about it, he said he’d decided there was no reason to worry.
I didn’t know what the odds were my brother and I would both end up in poly relationships, but Jackson was as supportive of the entire thing as he always was—after a few threatening glares and muttered warnings about my guys not breaking his little sister’s heart.
The elevator slowed to a stop on the main floor, and people spilled out. I stepped out of the flow of traffic and positioned myself near a blank slice of wall. Where to look for Evan and Trevor first? They both ducked out early this morning, wanting to attend panels that didn’t hold the same appeal to me as sleeping in.
A finger trailed down my spine, leaving a delicious tingle in its wake and ending with a palm cupping my ass. “A cute little kitten like you shouldn’t be wandering a place like this alone.”
I leaned back into Evan with a smile, inhaling his familiar, crisp scent. “I’m not alone if you’re here.”
“Hmm…” He trailed his lips along the back of my neck. “I don’t have an argument for that.”
Amusement bubbled inside. This was going to be an awesome weekend. “Were you alone?”
“Nope.” Trevor stepped up in front of me. I had no idea if he’d magically materialized, or the crowds had parted to let him through. He handed me a cup of coffee. “I thought you’d want this.”
I took a long sip of the drink, not caring it scalded going down. “My hero.”
Trevor kissed me on the cheek. “Only for you.” He paused, raised his brows, and nodded at Evan. “And him, I guess. But I don’t fetch coffee for anyone else.”
Evan gave my butt a light squeeze. “You know, half the guys here watched you waltz off that elevator.”
Months ago, I would have been mortified to hear that. The impulse to be embarrassed was still there, but it was overridden by a hint of pride. “More of them would stare if they knew what I’m—sorry, what I’m not—wearing under my skirt.”
Evan inched my skirt up, until his fingers brushed bare skin. A tremor ran through me. It didn’t matter how much we experimented or what kind of things we got up to, either one of them still made me wet with a single touch.
“No distracting him.” Despite Trevor’s words, his gaze drifted below my waist. “For at least a couple of minutes. We were talking this morning, and Evan wants to ask you something.”
“The answer’s yes, if you can find us a restroom with locking doors down here.” I kept my tone light and teasing, imagination already skipping ahead to me being pushed up to the edge of the sink, skirt hiked over my hips—
“Not that.” Evan cut into my thoughts. “Well maybe that, but this first.” He spun me to face him. “I don’t like that the two of you have to go home at night.” He furrowed his brow and studied my face, as if searching for a clue. “I want you to both move in with me. I mean, it doesn’t have to be my place, but my house is bigger…”
A grin threatened to split my face. “You already asked Trevor, and he said yes?” I wasn’t worried they’d talked about it without me, as long as they included me now.
“Not until you give me your answer.” Evan said.
My smile grew wider. “He did say yes, or you wouldn’t be asking me like this. And I’m saying yes, too.”
Evan brushed his lips over mine, then cradled my face in his palms and deepened the kiss. I felt Trevor behind me, hand on my hip, breath on my neck. I gasped, still riding the rush of the moment, when Evan broke away.
“I didn’t think you’d say no”—Evan gave me a sheepish smile—“but I
was still a little worried.”
“I’m definitely saying yes.” I threw my arms around his neck. He squeezed me tight, Trevor’s palm still on me.
I lingered in the shared embrace a little longer, savoring the moment and everything that led up to this point. We might hit a few bumps along the way, as our relationship grew and shifted, but we could work our way through any of it. Both of them—all three of us—we were a perfect discovery.
THE END
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