by Zoe Mullins
“I’ve missed fucking your mouth.”
Matt gave a throaty chuckle. “Is that how it’s going to be? You think you’re in charge right now?”
“I’m always in charge.” He wrapped his hand around Matt’s neck and gave a subtle squeeze. His other hand went to the mighty erection Matt was sporting. He palmed his length through the denim. It was Matt’s turn to groan.
“No,” he complained as he pushed Travis’ hand away. “It’s my turn. But if you’re going to be so impatient, I can move it along.” Matt’s hand also palmed the front of Travis’ jeans. “You want it bad, don’t you?”
“Always,” Travis gritted through his teeth, as he squeezed Matt’s neck a little tighter. His other hand gripped the countertop.
Matt already had Travis’ jeans open and his hand slid inside his underwear, a featherlight touch against his heated flesh. With an equally light kiss against Travis’ lips, Matt slipped from his grasp and dropped to his knees in front of him. Travis now gripped the counter with both hands as Matt’s hot breath warmed his flesh through the layer of cotton between them.
Matt slid the jeans and underwear down, letting Travis’ cock spring free. With a hungry look up at Travis, he took the hard throbbing length into his mouth, his hands palming his testicles in a rough grip.
Travis sighed as Matt worked his mouth down to the root of his cock in a practiced move. But then they’d had years to learn this. “I know how bad you need this, don’t you, Matt?”
Travis loved his strangled groan, and continued. “You love my cock in your mouth. How full I make you. Did you miss having my cock to run your tongue over, to swallow down?”
As he asked the question, Matt swallowed against his cock, squeezing the tip with throat, before retreating, grinding his balls together.
“Were you so lonely for it that you had to find another?” Travis regretted the question as soon as he’d asked it. He had no right to ask. “I’m sorry.” He sighed as Matt withdrew his lips from his cock.
Matt replaced his lips with a firm hand, and looked up at Travis, even as he continued to jack him with his fist. “You are the only man I’ve ever wanted. So the answer is no, but I know you can’t say the same.”
Travis squeezed his eyes shut. Fuck, he couldn’t, and Matt knew it. He’d had a few other guys suck him off during college, and had even fucked one of them, long before he’d fucked Matt the first time. But that wasn’t the question Matt was asking now, and Travis chafed that Matt would so easily assume that he had other men when he’d moved out west. That he’d let them suck him off.
“How many?” Matt asked, as his hand continued to work over Travis. Travis felt his precum making the slide of Matt’s hand easier as he pumped it in his fist.
“Twice,” Travis confessed, his eyes still locked to Matt’s. He saw what he thought was relief there. “They could never make up for losing you.”
Matt laughed. “Of course they fucking couldn’t.” Matt squeezed a little harder on the down stroke and Travis’ breath caught. Matt had stolen a few of his tricks. “And women?”
They had already discussed this. The few nameless hookups Travis had been driven to after Matt texted about how blissfully happy Fiona made him. They had meant nothing. Just a warm body to sink into for a few minutes. That’s right. He hadn’t even spent the night. “No one could compare to you and Fiona.”
“That’s better,” Matt told him. “Now fuck me. Use me. Take my mouth as hard as you want to take her pussy.” Matt slid his hands to Travis’ hips and Travis buried a hand in his hair.
Travis closed his eyes as he pumped in and out of Matt’s hot, wet mouth. His world consumed with the wet juicy sound, Matt’s desperate moans and his own heavy breaths. He wanted it to last, but he knew it wouldn’t. His balls were burning with the need to come.
He opened his eyes to look down at his lover but another movement caught his attention. Fiona was standing in the shadows of the hallway. Her skin was flush with arousal as she watched his cock plunder Matt’s mouth.
Travis could feel himself grin. He threw his head back to hide it. To hide how empowering it felt to know that he had these two beautiful people to love him. Want him. A shiver traveled up his cock and he pressed deep into Matt’s throat. Matt swallowed against him, drinking down his cum. Matt had told him often enough how he loved the taste of him, and Travis loved the wild abandon Matt’s mouth brought him to.
Matt leaned back on his heals, licking his lips, and smiling up at Travis.
“I’d tell you that was heaven but I think we have someone else who needs your attentions.” He nodded over Matt’s shoulder, and Matt turned his head. Fiona looked like a deer caught in the headlights of their smoldering gaze.
Matt turned from where he knelt on the floor. He hadn’t heard her come home. Then again, his attention had been riveted to the hard dick he’d had in his hands and down his throat. God, he loved sucking Travis. Even before Travis had become comfortable and curious enough to reciprocate, he’d had no qualms about letting Matt sink to his knees in front of him.
As he looked at Fiona now, noting the soft flush of arousal across her chest, the color in her cheeks and her rapid, shallow breath. A grin as feral as any Travis had ever given him spread across his own lips. She likes what she sees, he thought.
“Go get her,” Travis whispered.
With a graceful move, Matt was on his feet and across the room. She was holding her arms up to him as he reached her and lifted her into his arms, his hands wrapping beneath her ass as she wound her legs around his hips. His lips crushed hers, bruising and breathless. She moaned against his lips and he knew she tasted Travis in his mouth. She sank into his kiss.
He stalked down the hall with her in his arms. She was light and warm, and everything that he had come to need and want in the last year. And he knew he was a bastard, asking her to share that with the both of them, but he knew in his heart Travis needed her as much as he did.
In the bedroom, he slid her down his body until her feet touched the ground. He could hear Travis in the hall behind him, ducking into the bathroom. He better be getting the lube and condoms, Matt thought, because they were going to have her together. He’d never wanted anything more than he wanted to share her with Travis, right now.
“Take off your clothes,” he ordered her. “Slowly.” His breath was ragged with need as he began to strip off his own clothes. He went slowly too, matching his movements to her.
Her blouse. His shirt. Her pants. His jeans.
She paused as her hands reached behind her to unhook her bra. The position pushed her breasts forward deliciously, and a growl came from the doorway. Travis had joined them.
“Do it, baby,” Matt encouraged. “Show him those beautiful tits. He called them perfection. He was so hungry for them, his mouth was watering. I kissed him and I could taste how much he needed you.”
He watched her eyes slide closed and she released the hooks. Her breasts popped free, heavy and glorious. Her nipples were hard rosy nubs. He licked his lips.
“You want them too,” Travis teased. He was standing behind Matt and he lifted Matt’s T-shirt, stripping it away.
“They are fucking perfect.”
Fiona flushed a deeper pink and she squirmed under their scrutiny, but she knew better than to hide herself. With his hands still on Matt’s shoulders, Travis told her, “She saved the best for last.” He squeezed Matt’s shoulders.
“Show us that beautiful pussy.”
She slid the panties down her legs as Travis’ hands slid down Matt’s back, snagging his boxer briefs on his way. Matt stepped out of the underwear.
“Give me your panties,” Matt ordered, watching her bite her lip. She wasn’t used to him taking control like this, but as she shifted from foot to foot, he knew she liked it. The panties were the final proof. They were soaking wet.
He licked them and groaned. “You are so fucking sweet.”
“She is all sugar and spice and everything n
ice,” Travis agreed, stepping more closely behind Matt. Close enough Matt could feel Travis’ erection press against his buttocks. He passed the panties to Travis, who growled with appreciation.
“We are going to take you tonight,” Matt told her. “Tonight you are ours. In every way. No turning back. Are you sure that’s what you want? This is the last chance I can give you to back out. Once we have you, we will never want to let you go. You understand that?”
He made the offer but he didn’t know what he would do if she said no. She couldn’t say no. He felt Travis grip his hand reassuringly.
“Matthew,” she called to him, and he realized he had closed his eyes, dreading her answer. “I want you. I want you and Travis. Here tonight, and in my life. Every day, every night. I want to go to sleep in your arms and wake up in them. I love you. And when I say you, I mean both of you. Whatever comes our way.”
He felt Travis’ sigh of relief. He sighed too. “Then there’s no turning back, babe. I’m going to take your pussy while Travis fucks your ass. And you are going to come screaming between us. How does that sound?”
Her body shuddered with excitement. “Fucking amazing.” She smiled, and he knew she would give as good as she ever got. Fucking amazing indeed, that she was theirs.
Matt captured her in his arms, driving her down onto the bed, his lips feasting on her flesh wherever he found it, his hands constantly moving. He conquered and smothered, and overwhelmed her, and by the time he rolled onto his back, she was panting hard, desperate in her need as she straddled his hips. She slid her pussy back and forth on his cock head, anointing it with her juice.
Matt shook his head at her. “Not your game,” he reminded her as he gripped her hips and thrust into her. They came together with an audible slap, and both cried out from the sweet intensity. “That’s nothing, babe,” he warned her as he pumped into her a few times before pulling her against his chest. “It’s about to get better.”
“Already too good.” She laughed.
“Never too good.” He smiled and looked over her shoulder where Travis was kneeling between their legs. He was spreading a generous amount of lubricant over his condom-covered cock.
“You have no idea how good the view is back here,” Travis told them. “Her pussy is stretched so wide around your cock. I’m already rock-hard again.”
Fiona ground her hips on Matt’s cock, aroused by Travis’ words. Matt lifted her and pumped slowly in and out of her as Travis watched.
“I give in,” Travis said, one hand on Fiona’s lower back, stopping the slow grind. He slid one slick hand down her ass, and circled the tiny rosebud. Matt watched as Travis patiently prepared her, stretching her with one finger, then two and three, before lining up his cock against her.
“Fuck you are so amazing,” he whispered to Fi as he watched the veins in Travis’ neck throb as he worked the slick head of his cock into her narrow channel. Matt groaned, as Travis’ cock slid in and out, then in a little farther. Stretching her, letting her adjust to the primitive invasion.
“Don’t forget to breathe, Fi,” Travis reminded the woman in their arms. That snapped Matt’s attention back to her, and when she began to whimper, he smothered her cries with a kiss. She returned his kiss hungrily.
Their girl needed this as much as they did. She didn’t hesitate to accept the penetration, its pleasure and pain, and as they kissed, he felt her stir. She was pressing back against the invasion of Travis’ cock. Fucking herself against Matt’s cock, grinding her clit against his pubic bone.
Matt felt Travis thrust deep inside her. His balls slammed against his own, and Fiona’s pussy clamped down. There was no going slow after that. Need overwhelmed the three of them. With a practiced rhythm, Matt and Travis pumped into her, fighting her for control. This is how it’s meant to be, Matt thought as they passed her back and forth between them.
She whimpered as he and Travis kept her on the sharp edge of pleasure, caught between it being too much and never enough. Matt was there with her. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned harshly. “It’s okay, we’ve got you. Come for us.”
At his command, she shuddered between them, begging them to fuck her harder, deeper. They plowed her through an additional orgasm. They held her as she strained and clenched and cried out against them.
It was heaven and hell, and it took no time before he and Travis were crying out with her, their cum racing for home inside her.
Long minutes later, their sweat-slick bodies slid apart. Travis rolled away for a moment to clean up, but was back with them in less than a minute. They cradled her between them, unspeaking, but constantly touching.
“That was amazing,” she said finally. “But I guess you guys already knew that. You’ve done that before.”
Matt continued to stroke her hair. “Don’t do that,” he whispered. “Don’t think about what we may or may not have done it the past.” He looked over her head to catch Travis’ eyes. He didn’t want Fiona insecure.
“Yes, we knew that.” Travis caught her chin and lifted it so she was looking at him. “Physically, we knew what to expect but it’s never been like this. This is special. What we have is special. Because we also love one another.”
Matt felt his breath catch. He’d never heard Travis use the L-word. Travis’ gaze flicked to his, and that love was confirmed in his eyes. Matt’s heart began to pound and the telltale prick of tears stung behind his eyes. He closed his eyes to fight them.
“I do.” Travis looked from Fiona to Matt, and Matt saw Fiona wrap Travis’ hand in hers. She smiled encouragingly at him.
“I have loved you for years,” Travis told him. “I have been stupid and stubborn but I knew as soon as I left that I had made the biggest mistake of my life. I had left someone who loved me, supported me, encouraged me, unconditionally. And I missed him every day. It was about two months before I admitted to myself that it hurt so much because I loved him. I saw my life with him.”
Matt reached over Fi and wrapped his hand around Travis’ neck, pulling him close for a kiss. He poured all his emotions into that kiss. The years of longing and waiting. The fear of losing him. “I love you too,” Matt whispered against Travis’ lips. “You stupid, stupid man. I love you too.”
They laughed and Fiona laughed with them. Matt realized she was now holding on to both of them. Supporting them and also crying.
“Fi.” He looked at her, concerned.
“Happy tears,” she promised. “All happy.”
Travis laughed, and turned to kiss her. Matt’s eyes filled with happy tears, then their tears and kisses mingled as his lovers pulled him down to them.
Chapter Seven
Travis had never been in a relationship. He had never had to do the couples thing. Making small talk with friends and their wives. Complimenting their ability to breed as sticky-fingered children screamed and ran through the house touching everything. Fiona almost felt sorry for him.
She squeezed his hand and smiled up at him. “You’re going to be fine.” He gave her an uneasy smile.
“You work with kids all day?” he asked as if he only just realized.
“Not this young.” She shuddered as their host ushered the kids out to the back yard. “My kids are in high school. Teenagers.”
David passed them both a beer. “So Claire said you work in their guidance office.” David pulled out a seat at the table across from them.
“I’ve been at both of the east end’s public high schools for about four years now.” Fiona shifted uncomfortably. Travis had known very little about David and his wife, except where they lived and that it was David’s second marriage. She would have taken exception to his lack of detective skills except her own skills were just as lacking. She’d known Claire for a lot longer and knew even less. She hadn’t even known she was married to a cop.
“I’m a counselor, a psychologist not a social worker.”
“I’m taking it that’s an important distinction.”
“It can be. I deal a lot wit
h youth who are trying to work through issues of gender identity, self-esteem and sexuality.” She caught Travis looking at her and he squeezed her hand. She felt a blush rise as she realized he looked proud of her. “We run a variety of programs to support positive self-esteem.”
“That’s great.” David nodded. “It’s different than when we were in school. It seems the bullying has gotten worse. Someone needs to make sure kids have the skills they need to respond to that sort of thing.”
“And she is an amazing coach of girls’ volleyball,” Travis said, raising her hand to his lips.
“Really?”
“Ours is a small club. I started with the team of twelve-year-olds and have stayed with them for the last three years. We have two more years together and then I’ll start back with a new group of twelve-year-olds.”
“That sounds like a great opportunity.” David looked fascinated. “And I guess we know who we want on our team should we be out on the beach next summer.”
“What are we doing next summer?” Claire breezed into the kitchen, looking fresh despite having her hands full of a cranky baby just ten minutes ago. “And does it mean I can send the kids to the sitter? Puh-leeze.”
She bent down and kissed her husband on the cheek.
“Beach volleyball.”
“Oh that would be fun.” Claire turned to her guests as she sat down at the table. “Fiona, I am so happy to see you again. I kept meaning to give you a call and see how things were going with you and, well, I just lost track of time.”
“That’s okay,” Fiona told her honestly. It had been only a few months since she’d gone to Claire’s shower. “I had the same good intentions; at least the barbecue gave us an excuse.”
“Well, we can catch up now since I know David is anxious to take Travis out to the garage to show him his latest toy,” she whispered conspiratorially behind her hand. “His motorbike.”
“I won’t say no to that.” Travis’ eyes brightened.