Breaking Out

by Samantha Wayland

  The noise he made when their tongues touched was embarrassing, but it made David’s fingers dig into his scalp and his neck, so he made it again when David’s tongue curled around his and he took absolute possession of Reese’s mouth.

  Reese had never been kissed like this in his life. He’d had his fair share of experiences with women, but not one of them had come close to kissing him like this.

  Mati nudged his chest and Reese freed his mouth with a gasp, his heart galloping as she clenched a fist in his shirt and dragged him to her. She kissed him just as David had, unlike every woman before, taking absolute control of his mouth and his brain and his dick.

  God, his dick. It was folded like a fucking origami crane in his pants. He wanted to rearrange himself, but one of his hands was threaded into Mati’s hair, the other was clamped on David’s shoulder, and releasing either of these holds was unthinkable, if for no other reason than he would promptly faceplant on top of them both.

  When he couldn’t take it anymore, he tore his mouth away and fell back, almost taking out the lamp behind him when he ended up propped against the arm of the couch, his chest heaving as he lay there panting.

  “Are you okay?” Mati asked.

  Rather than answer, Reese shoved his hand in his pants and let out a long, relieved groan as he unfolded his cock and gave it a soothing stroke.

  David chuckled sympathetically and ran a hand up Reese’s thigh.

  Reese’s face burned beneath the stares of two of the sexiest people he’d ever dreamed of meeting. He started to pull his arm out of his pants, but Mati stopped him with her hand over his.

  “Keep it there.”

  Mati didn’t know what, exactly, she was doing, but when a pleased, pained noise leaked from Reese, she knew it was working. David shifted against her, and there was no mistaking the firm ridge of his erection against her back.

  She’d told Reese they’d take it slow, but his feverish gaze and the hand in his pants told her they hadn’t gone too far yet.

  She pulled her hand away and Reese didn’t move, his eyes glued to her face. David’s lips skimmed along her neck, his fingers tugging her shirt aside to nip at her shoulder. She squirmed and he nudged closer, his hips rocking against her ass.

  “You should touch yourself, too,” she said.

  David’s lips stopped their slow drag up her neck. “Oh, yeah?” he asked, his voice pressed into her skin beneath her ear.

  Reese’s wide eyes darted between them. The hand on Mati’s thigh disappeared and the sound of a zipper rent the silence around them.

  “Unfair,” Reese muttered, twisting his wrist still pinned beneath his belt.

  Mati laughed, the sound choking off when the hot silk of David’s cock glided along her bare back where her shirt had ridden up. A shudder worked down her spine. She ached with the need to touch. To taste. To have that in her.

  Going slow. Going slow. Going slow.

  She pushed back, rubbing his cock between them.

  Soon, she promised herself. Not tonight. But soon.

  She dragged a fingertip over the khaki covering Reese’s hand. “Get a good grip. Whatever feels good.”

  Reese gulped.

  She felt movement beneath her fingers. Behind her back.

  “Do you like it tight?” David asked, his deep voice washing over them.

  Reese wet his lips, twice, and David’s knuckles shuttled up and down her spine.

  “Not too tight,” Reese whispered. Gasped, really.

  “But firm,” David guessed.

  “Yeah.”

  “You’ll have to show me when it’s my turn,” David said, more a promise than a request.

  Reese blinked up at them. “Okay?”

  He sounded like he couldn’t believe any of this was happening and Mati couldn’t blame him. She was burning up, her skin flushed and damp. The two big, hot—literally and figuratively—men sandwiched her, and her mounting need was too much.

  She pulled off her shirt and sent it sailing over the back of the couch.

  Reese’s eyes dragged over her bare shoulders and collar bones, lingering on the white lace bra trapping her aching breasts.

  If she’d known this would happen, she might have chosen something more colorful or exotic, but it was a stroke to the ego to see the effect this simple lingerie had on Reese. To feel the effect it had on David.

  David cupped a breast in one hand, his other hand still traveling the length of his cock and skimming along her back.

  She shivered, her nipples painfully tight against the rough lace. She grabbed Reese’s shirt, forcing him to sit up and kissing him again. Reese squeezed her other breast in his long fingers, kneading in time with the twist of their tongues.

  David groaned watching them. She drew her hand down Reese’s chest until she could feel his hand moving over his cock in the limited space he had to work with.

  Why was that so fucking hot? She had no idea, but she liked it. Liked the idea of her being naked and Reese coming in his pants.

  She unclipped the front clasp of her bra and pushed it off her shoulders.

  David’s entire body jerked when the lace landed on his hand and cock, shaking them both. Her kiss with Reese ended with a wet gasp and he fell back against the arm of the couch, staring as if mesmerized by her breasts. Even the hand in his pants froze.

  “Don’t stop,” she admonished.

  He stroked himself again, and she traced a fingertip over the head of his cock, the outline obvious beneath the cotton. His hips lifted into her touch.

  He was long. She could tell even through his clothes.

  She drew her hand away. “Faster.”

  David’s hand moved in time with Reese’s, the other tweaking her nipple far too gently. She ached for more, the demand on the tip of her tongue when his hand slid downward and tucked into the stretchy waistband of her yoga pants.

  “God, please,” she breathed, spreading her legs to make room for him to do whatever he wanted.

  David’s hand dipped lower, his fingertips skating the edge of the white lace beneath. He stroked the soft skin there. Reese watched with rapt attention, his cheeks red, his lips wet as he licked them time and again.

  “Do you want to touch me, Reese?” she asked.

  He nodded, almost frantic.

  “I want that, too. Next time,” she promised. His hand moved faster. Fuck, this was totally working for him. “But god help me, you look so good like this. Tonight, I really want you to come in your pants. Is that okay?”

  He nodded again.

  David’s hips rocked against hers. “Fucking hell, you two are unbelievable,” he muttered, slipping his fingers beneath clingy lace.

  He groaned loudly.

  “What?” Reese gasped.

  “She’s waxed. Completely bare.”

  “Not completely,” Mati corrected a moment before David’s finger traced the small strip of hair she favored.

  He rubbed back and forth across it.

  She growled with frustration.

  His big hand and her tight clothing were going to be a problem, and if she leaned back, she’d make it impossible for him to move his hand over his cock, which was totally unacceptable.

  “Hold on,” she said. David did, releasing his cock to put a hand on her hip and spreading his fingers across her belly.

  She heaved herself onto her knees, forcing both men to rearrange their legs so Reese’s ended up sprawled around them, and David knelt behind her with one foot still planted on the floor. He hauled her back against him, the silky skin of his cock skittering along her back. When she spread her legs, she was cradled by his thighs, his broad chest warming her shoulders.

  David’s hands moved to her hips and she wriggled, helping him shove her pants down while she caught the strings of her panties and held them in place.

  A litany of muttered curses fell from Reese’s lips as he watched, his hand jerking fast beneath his belt. Jesus, what a picture he made.

  The wais
tband of her pants dug into her thighs, but it was nothing compared to the pounding of her heart, the heat pooling in her belly, and the ache in her very core.

  “David, please,” she gasped.

  David rolled his hips forward, his cock snugged up against coarse lace and smooth, bare skin. Shocks of arousal fired through him, one after another. Fuck, she was so damn sexy. They both were.

  His hand roamed down her belly and plunged beneath the triangle of fabric left covering her smooth mound. His fingers slid over slick soft skin and a tiny line of coarse hair. He dipped his fingertip lower and bumped her clit.

  Her hips twitched. “Fuck.”

  He fumbled to get a grip on his cock with his other hand. He liked to think he was pretty fucking smooth, most of the time, but he wasn’t nearly as ambidextrous as this situation called for and these two were driving him out of his mind.

  Somehow, he managed to strum two fingers over her clit, again and again. Her ass ground back against him, nudging his balls as his hand ran up and down his cock and her back.

  Reese’s eyes were glued to David’s hand behind the scrap of lace. Two bright pink spots warmed his cheeks, his hair damp with sweat as he watched them avidly.

  David dragged his mouth down Mati’s neck and thrust his erection against the soft globes of her ass and along the dip of her spine. “I’m close,” he admitted in a low voice, surprised and too far gone to be embarrassed at how fast he’d gotten here. His balls felt full and hard, like it had been weeks, rather than a day, since he’d jerked off in the shower.

  Reese looked equally desperate, his arm twitching back and forth, barely moving because of the constriction of his clothes. He seemed to be focusing on the head of his cock, working it hard and fast.

  David tucked the knowledge away for later.

  Reese was letting out increasingly frantic noises. He had to be close. His gaze darted between them, and David wished he had more hands to help him. It was all he could do to stroke himself and make tight, firm circles over Mati’s clit.

  “You close?” Mati asked.

  “Yes,” Reese gasped.

  She drew a fingertip over the head of Reese’s cock where it poked up against his fucking preppy khakis and practically purred. “I want to see it. I want to see you ruin these pants, Reese.” It was half plea, half order. “Then next time I want to watch you come. God, I want to rub it into my skin, or lick it off David’s.”

  David felt dizzy as Mati’s words twisted into his brain and made a home there. Images slammed through him and fucking hell he hadn’t even seen them completely naked yet. But he could picture it. He could picture it all.

  “Imagine it,” Mati went on, and David barely bit back a whimpered I am. “Imagine bending me over my desk. Imagine David spread out in front of the fire in your office. I bet you could get us just right. I can tell how long you are—fuck, it would feel good.”

  David almost let go of his own dick so he could feel it too. Reese was long? He wanted to know. He wanted to feel it for himself. In his hand. In his body.

  David’s spine went liquid, his ass clenching to hold himself upright, his thighs trembling as pleasure coiled hot in his balls.

  “Mother fuck,” he barked, his hand clenched painfully around his shaft as his orgasm tore out of him, making his head spin. His come smeared over Mati’s back and eased the too-hot friction along his shaft.

  Reese’s eyes were wide and unblinking, his mouth hanging open, his arm jerking back and forth frantically.

  Mati moaned and rubbed her fingers in a slow circle over Reese. “Do you see what we did to David? I can feel it against my back. His cock is big. Hot. Imagine what it would feel like in your mouth. Stretching your lips.”

  Reese arched his back, his eyes screwing shut as he came so hard he shook, while Mati rubbed slow, relentless circles over his cock.

  Reese melted into the couch, limp as a noodle. Mati lifted her hand away and she and David stared at the wide, dark spot spreading over Reese’s slacks.

  Mati whimpered. “God, Reese…that’s…” Her hips twitched and she cupped her breasts to pinch her own nipples.

  David flicked his fingers over Mati’s clit harder, tucking the fabric of her panties to one side so Reese could see. He considered asking Reese for help, but the poor guy didn’t look like he had a bone left in his body.

  David dipped a finger into Mati.

  Reese made a noise like it was his body David had breached.

  “Please, David,” Mati gasped. “God. More. More fingers.”

  David’s cock gave a pathetic twitch. Bossy Mati was fucking hotter than blazes.

  He thrust two fingers into her, curling them forward and dragging them back out, knowing he’d stroked the right spot by her happy yelp. Back and forth, he dialed up the speed. She cried out, begging him to keep going, begging for more, her hips canted back and her head on his shoulder.

  He curled his wrist, adding pressure, his fingertips practically vibrating over her g-spot while his other hand worked her clit.

  “Oh my god,” Reese whispered, clamping a hand over the wet spot on his pants and his cock beneath.

  Mati hooked an arm around David’s neck and arched in his arms. “Yes. Like that. Fuck, just like that.”

  Her hips kicked, violently, three times, and she keened, long and high, trembling in his arms. David didn’t stop, his fingers covered with a gush of liquid as she ejaculated, his ears ringing with her cries.

  With a final thrust against David’s hand, she collapsed, her fingers clamping around his wrist to still him. Her panties and yoga pants were soaked, and Reese’s pant legs were dotted with dark spots.

  Her breath rasped in and out of her chest like she’d sprinted a mile.

  “Yeah,” she whispered. “Just like that.”

  Chapter Nine

  Reese stepped out of the bathroom, freshly showered and pajama’d, and saw David was standing by the couch, the pull-out bed open and made.

  Reese would be the first to admit he wasn’t an expert on how this sort of thing was done, given his sexual life to this point had been a whole lot less…adventuresome, but he had thought that David might sleep with them.

  Was that wrong?

  Mati sent him a pointed look as she climbed into bed. He interpreted that to mean she’d already asked and been turned down. It wasn’t just him, at least.

  Reese went to David, curious.

  David sighed when he saw the expression on Reese’s face. “You know I don’t sleep well, and I don’t want to wake you. You both have a lot of sleep to catch up on.”

  Reese was pleased that David, on some level, did want to sleep with them. Had thought about it. Reese didn’t point out he was likely to wake up regardless of where David slept, as proven earlier.

  He skimmed his hand down David’s arm. “Okay.”

  David looked surprised.

  Mati had probably made a run at convincing him, but she hadn’t seen David’s face when he’d been trapped in his nightmare. Or felt how desperately he’d clung to Reese after. Reese wasn’t going to ask him to do anything that might make his already fragile sleep harder, or more painful.

  He considered giving David a kiss goodnight on his cheek. His lips. But he didn’t know if that would be welcome. They’d had sex, by some definition, but affectionate kisses maybe weren’t what David wanted from them.

  Even if Reese did want that.

  He turned to Mati, who lay in bed waiting for him—an idea he wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to. Matilda Viveiros was waiting in bed, for him. And he loved her. Was in love with her, and while she probably wasn’t in love with him, she did love him in some way. He had to believe that years of trust and friendship, and the kind of chemistry that had exploded all over the couch—and in his pants, for Christ’s sake—meant the possibility for more.

  He was certain about what he wanted, yet he was less sure-footed than he could ever remember being. And never in his wildest dreams had he thought he’d re
lish it. He didn’t want to run and hide. He didn’t want to go home. He wanted to stay with Mati, who made him feel certain. And with David, who made him feel safe.

  He also wanted to talk to someone about all this. He needed a sounding board to bounce all the crazy ideas in his head off and get an honest response. Mati was often that person for him, but she, for obvious reasons, was out. And Reese would rather stick a hot poker in his eye than talk about sex with Hodges.

  That left Rupert, whose head was going to explode.

  Reese barely resisted rubbing his palms together with glee. He fished his cell phone off the bedside table and sent a text.

  I need to talk to you. There’s a man…and Mati.

  Reese could only imagine what Rupert would think of that, but for now, he was satisfied he’d started the conversation.

  Sort of.

  Cheap springs creaked under David’s weight, the mid-mattress support bar no-doubt digging into David’s back. Reese hated how uncomfortable that thing probably was, and how much poorer David’s sleep would be for it. He was practically gagging on the urge to ask David to join them as he lay down.

  Mati lay facing him, a small smile on her lips.

  “Good night,” she said, sliding her hand across the space between them.

  Reese kissed her palm and held it to his chest. “Good night.”

  David’s voice was low and soft. “Sweet dreams.”

  Being this close to Mati, with David only a few feet away, there was little Reese’s dreams could come up with that would be sweeter than this.

  Certainly, David’s dreams that night didn’t come close.

  The first time Reese woke, he heard the squeak of springs and went to David’s side, fully aware, now, of the risk of doing anything to disturb him. It was entirely possible David would react more severely than he had last time, but Reese didn’t care as long as David would be freed from whatever dream held him in its grip.

  Reese put a hand on David’s arm and he stopped moving, but his breathing was still too fast, his face screwed up in pain or fear. Reese rubbed his palm over David’s arm from the edge of his t-shirt to his elbow, enjoying the smooth skin and listening closely. He noticed the fleece pajama bottoms David had been wearing earlier were now draped over the foot of the bed and wondered idly what David had on under the sheets. He didn’t peek, of course, and he didn’t stop rubbing until David’s breaths evened out and he melted back into the mattress.