I watched Oliver’s face contort to a look of pure pleasure. He closed his bright green eyes and tilted his beautiful head to the side, opening up his collarbone to Crim.
Crim slowed his kissing while gently moving his hand down my torso.
I’d lost a few more pounds over the past couple of weeks, so I felt confident as his hand glided down my upper body. There weren’t quite muscles there yet, but I didn’t think anyone noticed or cared in this situation.
Crim moved his fingers down to the base of my shirt and fumbled with the hem, then tugged it upwards.
I wound my fist around the fabric and rolled it off the rest of the way, exposing my bare skin.
Crim sat up onto his knees and tugged his green v-neck off. He was tatted up with that same red and blue swirling pattern and completely jacked. His chest heaved as he breathed heavily, looking down at me. His purple eyes sparkled with dark, pure want.
I couldn’t take the intensity of his gaze anymore, so I rolled to the side and buried my face into the hem of Oliver’s jeans. Using my teeth, I tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up ever so slightly.
Crim leaned down and rolled to Oliver’s other side, biting down on the hem there.
Together, we used our teeth to pull the shirt up over Oliver’s head and off his body.
Crim immediately leaned down and gave a quick lick to the side of Oliver’s muscular torso, dragging his tongue across his ribs like he was playing a xylophone.
“Oh! Mmm…” Oliver moaned, arching his back.
He was so pretty, especially now that he was shirtless. Even though I had mixed feelings about the way he acted and there were still lots of questions regarding how I felt about him, there were no questions about whether or not I found him attractive. My cock was fighting to get out of my jeans.
As I slowly licked Oliver’s side, I watched as Crim mirrored me on his other side.
His purple eyes darted over to mine as he raised one of his hands to Oliver’s nipple and pinched it.
“Oh… oh…” Oliver moaned, writhing under us.
I took the signal from Crim and mirrored what he was doing, pinching Oliver’s other nipple.
“Fuck…” Oliver hissed, digging his fingers into the duvet.
We carried on like that for a few minutes; I felt myself get harder and harder.
Sweat began to shimmer across Oliver’s tan form.
Then Crim’s eyes were on me again. He crawled over Oliver so he was on top of us both. One knee was between Oliver’s legs, one was between mine.
With a salacious smile, he leaned down and reached for our pants with both hands.
I craned my neck to watch what he was doing.
My chest was heaving with want; my body was on fire under his touch. I longed for one of his fingers to graze my lower belly; for him to accidentally touch me instead of having to put up with this torture…
After some fumbling that seemed to take an eternity, my button was undone and my pants were unzipped.
Side by side and in tandem, me and Oliver shuffled off our pants.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Before long, we were all in nothing but our boxer-briefs.
Oliver was in some fancy purple and pink, skin-tight pair that contrasted beautifully with his skin. The look of them on his perfect, muscular form made my mouth water.
Internally, I gave kudos to him for being prepared for sex at any time.
Crim was in a pair of simple black boxer-briefs, and they looked like they were on a muscular mannequin as they hugged his jacked body.
Luckily I was wearing a pair of my bright blue ones — I couldn’t remember what brand they were. But they were one of the pairs that I owned that made me feel sexy.
Still, being next to these… these gods made me feel a sliver of inadequate.
All of those feelings were driven away as soon as they went to town on me. Oliver kissed me on the mouth as Crim nibbled on my inner thigh.
I moaned, overwhelmed with sensation.
It was like all of my nerves were on fire as I felt both of their lips on my body; cherishing me.
Oliver’s full lips were on my mouth, kissing me sensually. Crim’s nibbles worked their way up to my crotch, each kiss leaving electric sensations sparkle through me.
“Oh… oh my god…” I moaned, running my fingers through Crim’s hair.
Oliver moved down to my neck, alternating kissing and breathing cool air on it. The sensation sent shivers down my spine.
Finally, I felt Crim lift the edge of my underwear.
“Wow…” he whispered. “Hey Oliver, check out what our boy Charlie here’s been packing…”
Oliver retreated from my neck and joined Crim at my crotch. His green eyes went round.
“That… that’s impressive,” Oliver agreed breathlessly.
My ego swelled as my cock pulsed.
“I can’t resist anymore — I need it in my mouth,” Crim said, pulling my waistband down.
My hard cock bounced out, and he wrapped his hand around it right away. I loved the way his black fingernails looked as he fisted my shaft.
“Lube,” Crim ordered, reading my mind.
Oliver rose up, all of the muscles in his chest flexing, and leaned over to rummage through a bedside drawer. He pulled out a pack of condoms and a clear bottle of lube.
Crim held his open palm out and Oliver squirted a dollop in it.
Purple eyes glittering, Crim wrapped his hand around my shaft again and started pumping it slowly.
“Oh… oh, that feels so fucking good…” I moaned, cocking my head back.
I was vaguely aware that Oliver had removed his boxers and was fisting his cock, watching Crim work me with his glittering green eyes.
Crim leaned down and touched his lips to the tip of my cock, but didn’t let me pass into his mouth. It was torturous to know that satisfaction was only a few centimeters away. All I wanted to do was press my length into his mouth; feel that warm, wet hug of his lips and tongue…
Then Crim reached over and started jerking Oliver off too, who cocked his head back and moaned.
I felt a pressure building in my lower belly; the desire was taking over my mind. It was almost too much to bear…
I dug my fingers into the duvet cover, and just then, Crim opened his lips slightly and sank his head over my dick.
My throbbing cock plunged into his warm, wet mouth and I almost came right then and there.
Soon, Oliver was leaning down and taking me in his mouth too.
The two of them took turns sucking my dick while jerking each other off.
The gap between when they switched places was just enough to hold my orgasm out of reach. It felt like I was edging for an eternity.
Finally, Crim pulled his lips off of me with a pop, said, “Turn over,” and I knew it was time.
“Um, I’m a bottom only,” Oliver said, panting. He was still jerking himself off; I could tell he was close.
“Are you a verse, Charlie?” Crim asked.
I nodded, practically begging for release.
We all knew what to do.
I was so excited that I thought I was going to come, just seeing Oliver lean down in front of me on all fours.
His ass was perfect and bulbous; just as beautiful and tan as the rest of him.
He was reaching underneath with one arm, still jerking himself off, still moaning.
I reached for the bottle of lube, squirted some onto my fingers, and passed the bottle to Crim behind me.
As I reached forward and began loosening up Oliver’s hole, I felt Crim doing the same to my ass.
“You have such a beautiful tight little hole, Charlie,” Crim said under his breath, pressing his fingers into the sensitive flesh.
I relaxed as I felt him massage me, swirling my fingers around and around Oliver’s hole.
“Condom,” I said.
Crim handed me a foil square, I tore it open and rolled it on.
I heard him d
o the same behind me.
“Ready Oliver?” I asked in a hushed voice.
“Fucking please,” he begged sassily.
I placed both my hands on his hips and felt Crim do the same to me. Then I slowly pressed my dick up against his hole, fighting against every instinct that told me to ram it in fast.
He was tight at first, so I took my dick away from him and massaged his hole a little more with lube. By the time I was done, he was slick.
Crim was fondling my hole, the sensation razing through me.
Then I placed my hands on Oliver’s hips again, staring at his bulbous ass beneath me. With one hand, I grabbed my throbbing cock and placed it against his hole.
“Oh… oh, Charlie…” he moaned, burying his face into the duvet.
“Mmm…” I moaned, feeling the tip of Crim’s dick against my hole.
With one final moan, Oliver’s hold gave way and I felt my cock pass through the tight rim at his entrance.
“Oh! Oh… oh fuck, Charlie!” Oliver cried.
I pressed into him slowly, feeling his body expand to let me in.
There was still the sensation of Crim behind me, keeping the tip of his cock pressed up against my hole.
I pulled out of Oliver slowly, feeling his body clench around me.
“God, you feel so fucking good…” I moaned, breathing deep as I plunged in again.
“Oh…” he moaned, clenching around me.
I pressed all the way in, lingering there.
That’s when Crim leaned into me, and I felt my body open up to him.
“Oh my god…” I moaned, leaning forward onto Oliver’s sinewy back.
Crim only put the tip in, withdrew, then pushed in a little further.
It was like Crim was fucking Oliver through me; it was so hot that I couldn’t even think. I was all bubbling, boiling instinct.
“Fuck,” I hissed, feeling his hard cock stretch me as he plunged into me faster and faster.
I resumed slowly fucking Oliver.
It took a minute, but eventually, we found a rhythm: I’d pull out of Oliver’s ass almost all the way, Crim would pull out of mine in the same way, and then he’d slam into me and I’d slam into Oliver. The lube punctuated our thrusts with squelching noises.
We fucked like that for what seemed like an eternity, then I felt that pressure build up past the point of bursting. I was hornier than I’d ever been.
On only the fourth team thrust, Oliver’s ass started to spasm and clench as he moaned.
“Ah! Ah! Oh my god, I’m coming!” he cried, his body shaking.
Just hearing that was enough to push me over the edge.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m coming too!” I moaned as I felt the strongest, most earth-shattering orgasm of my life possessed my body. I poured myself into the condom in Oliver’s ass, my body trembling.
Crim was thrusting into my ass faster and faster now, then gave a low, primal groan as he came too.
I could feel his dick twitching in my ass as he emptied himself into the condom.
Like a trio of dominos, Oliver went down face-first, then I collapsed on top of him, followed by Crim. All of us were panting.
The last thought I had before I passed out was that I was sandwiched between two famous people. If this was where my road to stardom ended, I would have been satisfied.
I awoke an indiscernible time later, wedged in the bed between Oliver and Crim. Slowly, it all came back to me.
We had a threesome. I’d fucked Oliver… and gotten fucked by Crim at the same time.
That was… the hottest sex I’d ever had.
I bit my lip, thinking of how lucky I was to have that experience. Millions of Crim’s fans probably dreamed of sleeping with him, let alone having a threesome with him…
I closed my eyes, content. If I died here between these two men, I would have been happy with the life I’d lived.
Oliver stirred next to me. I could see across the planes of his cheekbones as his eyelashes fluttered open.
“What time is it…?” he asked sleepily.
I glanced down at my watch. “Twelve-thirty,” I said.
Oliver tensed under my arms. “I should be working—”
“Stay,” I said, tightening my hold on him. “You don’t have to work right now. It’s the middle of the night.”
“You don’t understand,” Oliver said, trying to sound convincing. “I’ll get behind schedule, I won’t get your costume done in time…”
“It can wait till the morning,” I encouraged. “We’re not going to be in Morocco until a week from tomorrow…”
“Do you know how long this type of stitching takes?” he asked crankily through a yawn.
I squeezed him tighter. “I don’t, but you have time to do it in the morning. It’ll still be here when you wake up,” I said.
“Will you?” he asked.
There was a beat, and I didn’t know if he wanted me to say yes or no.
“Do you want me to be?” I asked.
“No.”
I felt a curdling rejection in my gut.
He softened his voice and explained, “I really need to get things done so that we can stay on schedule… it’s not that I don’t want you here, it’s that I have to protect my work time,” he explained.
I ground my teeth a little, feeling like my heart was just dipped in acid. Again, I felt used. Just like with Mason — just like with that guy from high school.
“All right,” I said, closing myself off from him emotionally. “I’ll just leave now, then. Wouldn’t want people to see me leaving your room in the morning,” I said bitterly.
“It would probably be for the best,” Oliver agreed.
I carefully slid out from between Oliver and Crim, feeling tears bead at the corners of my eyes. I knew I shouldn’t have cared that much — we all knew this was just a hookup. Just a bit of fun. Why was I expecting some kind of connection out of Oliver?
As I stepped over him to get out of bed, I caught a glimpse of his face.
A silvery tear was crawling down his high cheekbone.
I had to do a double-take; when I glanced at him again, it was gone.
That gave me pause; maybe he was just trying to protect himself? I suspected he pretended to be drunk the night of the bonfire; an excuse he could use to come on to me.
As I dressed myself and left the room, I couldn’t help but feel conflicted. Maybe I wasn’t the only one fighting demons from my past…
“Charlie,” a voice called from down the hallway.
I turned to see Crim, looking adorably disheveled as he left Oliver’s room.
“Don’t go all the way back to your trailer — it’s late. Stay the night with me.”
I brightened. For once, I felt wanted.
“I don’t want to impose,” I said, taking a step towards the door.
“Stop that. Come to bed,” he said groggily, his eyes half-lidded.
A few minutes later, I was crawling into bed next to a rock star in the penthouse.
“Comfortable?” he asked as he wrapped his sinewy forearms around me.
I nodded, still unwilling to believe my stroke of luck. I was in bed next to Crimson Sin, cuddling with him. I thought he was the type to have a one night stand with me and be done with it, but here he was, inviting me into his bed.
I couldn’t help but wonder… was he inviting me into his heart, too?
Within seconds, his breathing evened out to a soft snoozing noise and I knew he was out cold.
There was only the sound of his sleeping noises and the chirping of the crickets outside. I felt warm, safe, and secure. I felt like for once, I belonged there.
Just like when I first met Crim in the meadow, when he touched me I felt that weird, otherworldly sensation. The same thing was there when we had sex, but I was too lost in the moment; too possessed by lust to really examine it.
I couldn’t wait to have sex with him again — just me and Crim this time. I wanted him, all of him to myself.<
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Turning over so I could study his sleeping face, I felt a pang of sadness. I knew I could never have him all to myself. He was a rockstar; I would always have to share him with everyone else — share him with the world.
But here in this bed, he didn’t look so much like a rockstar. It was amazing how the years and the stress and the slight lines in his face slid right off. He looked like nothing more than a boy in his peaceful slumber.
I kissed him in the darkness, hungry for that recognition.
He sleepily kissed me back, stirred, then he was out again.
I examined his face, memorizing every line. I wanted to engrave this moment in my memory forever; the moment I knew I was in the arms of my heartmate.
Somehow I woke up before the sun came up. It took a moment to register where I was. Then in a rush, it all came flooding back to me.
Last night I had a threesome with Oliver and Crim, and now I was waking up in his bed…
Did that make me a slut? I felt a little bit like a slut.
I sat up and gently shook my head, running my hands through my hair.
Crim was still passed out in the bed, spreading out to take up the entire space.
“Charlie…” he mumbled in his sleep.
“You awake?” I asked quietly.
There was no response.
I was alone here in this hotel room; alone in my mind. It felt like my world was spinning. Everything in my life had shifted so rapidly that I couldn’t figure out where I fit in anymore.
The sky was beginning to turn a dusty pastel pink as the sun threatened to rise.
I had to make a choice now — lay back down in the bed next to Crim and try to figure out how I was supposed to act around him going forward, or leave.
Oliver’s face flashed across my eyes from last night, still bathed in the moonlight when he asked me to leave.
If Crim did something like that to me when he woke up, my heart wouldn’t be able to take it.
So I did what was the only thing that still seemed to make sense to me: I left.
As I walked out into the cool morning sea air, I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen between me, Crim, and Oliver. Would we pretend like this night never happened?
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