by Grey Cole
Finally, the elevator doors slid open and they exited into the hall, crossing the few steps to the executive suite. They hadn’t removed their hands from her back as they did, but once they got to the door, Shea let go to tap in the door code and swing it open. Luna had been in and out of here as the day wore on for meetings, but now she was seeing it in a whole new light. Here they would consummate their relationship, and when she exited, she would be forever changed. She was sure all human beings daydreamed about letting go and acting on their wildest fantasies, but she was also sure that few of them actually did. Luna was about to. She was going to be a party to a threesome—the thought was an intoxicating one. Even though her nerves sizzled beneath the surface, she felt brave and strong.
She would watch and be privy to two men making love. Just the thought of that had her skin tingling and her muscles clenching. Luna felt a niggle of doubt at the thought of only being able to watch such an intimate act. She didn’t want to feel like a voyeur. She wanted to be included. Luna backtracked her steps a bit, almost forgetting to kick off her shoes by the other two pair near the entrance while her mind spun with how her fantasy would compare to the reality.
As if sensing her sudden apprehension, Royce moved around her to stand by Shea as he made them drinks. Royce’s hand moved across Shea’s back much like it had Luna’s. Royce looked over his shoulder and smiled at her before softly kissing the other man on the cheek. Shea turned to face him, and Royce’s other hand moved to fit around Shea’s neck, his thumb grazing his Adam’s apple in an erotically possessive move. Luna was drawn to them. She moved closer, but even though she craved joining in, she held back and waited to follow their lead.
Royce’s eyes locked with Shea’s as the hand holding his neck tightened a little as he brought his lover’s face to his and kissed him gently on the mouth. The gentleness only lasted a second before Royce’s demanding mouth moved over Shea’s aggressively. Luna’s heart sped up, and her palms dampened between her clasped hands. In all the time they’d spent together, she’d never seen them kiss with such abandon. She’d seen the sweet kisses, the loving kisses, a few lingering kisses … but never this.
“You two are so beautiful.” Luna heard herself say, without thought.
Royce bit at Shea’s bottom lip a moment before pulling back and grinning at Luna. “It’s two entirely different things, Luna, imagining two men together and seeing it firsthand. I know you said you were curious, but if anything about that was repulsive to you, now’s the time to say so ‘cause I can assure you that’s about the tamest thing you’ll see here tonight.”
“Royce,” Shea warned.
“No, Shea,” Royce answered, his tone a little gruffer than normal. “Luna needs to be aware of all we’re getting into here.”
Shea finally turned to Luna, his smile anything but gentle—more like … hungry. “Luna knows she won’t be the only one getting fucked tonight. We’ve talked about it.”
Her mouth dropped open, ready to give Shea a hard time about being crass, but Royce beat her to the punch.
“Have you now?”
“Yes, remember I told you that Luna likes a little sex with her domination and humiliation. Not to mention, she loves her man-on-man action.” Her face burned with that little gem of information. She still couldn’t believe she’d told him that.
Royce gave her a sly grin. “Ah, yes. How could I forget?”
Luna had had about enough of being discussed as if she weren’t in the room, and she figured if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. She ran a hand down each of the masculine chests. “Boys, you’re not going to shock me into running away because I’ve spent countless nights imagining this. The two of you inside of me—” Luna settled her gaze on Royce “—and you fucking Shea while he’s buried in me. I can’t think of anything hotter.” Luna had the distinct pleasure of watching Royce’s own Adam’s apple bob up and down before his features settled into a satisfied smirk. She couldn’t help but push it just a bit further. “If one of you would be so kind as to lift my skirt, you would see that I am beyond wet just from watching you kiss.”
That earned her a sharp intake of breath from Shea and a light laugh from Royce.
“Love the combination of innocence and downright naughty, Luna. You wear it well,” Royce complimented before fusing his mouth to hers.
Royce still palmed Shea’s neck, but he slipped his other hand up to the nape of Luna’s neck as she melted into him. Just like she thought—kissing Royce was like merging a runaway train with a rocket lifting off, and she loved it. He took charge of her mouth like it was his God-given right, and practically dared her to utter a protest. She wouldn’t though. She wanted to be owned. She wanted to be debauched. And then she wanted to be loved. She only hoped that was where they were heading. Luna needed the naughty, but she wanted to savor the sweet too.
Royce seemed to have a thing for nipping at lips since he’d ended his kiss with Shea the same exact way. She couldn’t wait to learn all the private habits they had.
Shea handed her a drink with a question in his eyes, so Luna smiled brilliantly and downed the two fingers of bourbon like a champ. Her throat burned pleasantly. The men followed suit, and then the three of them were on their way to one of the bedrooms.
Royce closed the door behind them, and the two of men enveloped her. Luna’s every sense was surrounded by their masculinity, with Royce at her back and Shea at her front. She suddenly felt very small and protected and treasured. Even though she was inexperienced, she knew she wanted this with every fiber of her being, so she took a deep, calming breath and forced her body to relax.
“Anything off the table, Luna?” Royce breathed into her neck before he suckled at the sensitive skin there.
“Umm …” She flipped through things she had seen in her late night “research” and couldn’t come up with much that turned her off. “Well, I want to give over control, to be used.” She fought a blush, but she knew she lost when Shea traced her cheekbone with his thumb. “I don’t like to be called names, though.” That was honestly the only thing that ever rubbed her the wrong way.
Royce’s lips moved down her back as he unbuttoned her dress. “What about goddess? You’re like our little moon goddess, Luna. We promise to worship you even while we devour you.”
Luna’s eyes fluttered closed as she imagined them doing just that. “I like goddess.”
Royce’s hands had made quick work of her dress so that it pooled at her feet as she finished that little confession. Shea wasted no time in divesting Luna of her bra even as Royce moved her panties to the side. One finger slid right into her passage, and she gasped at the unexpectedly quick movement.
“Fuck. She’s soaking wet.” Royce added another digit, finding a rapid, pressing rhythm that had her crouching down to take them in further. “So eager. Love that.” Then she groaned as the fingers disappeared and reappeared just beyond her line of sight. “See for yourself, Shea,” Royce drawled before offering evidence of her arousal to the man. Shea grinned and sucked Royce’s fingers into his mouth, offering a groan of his own. He wrapped his lips around them and closed his eyes as if he were savoring her flavor. Luna couldn’t help but bite her lip at such an erotic display. And if that didn’t inflame her enough, Royce withdrew his fingers and leaned in to push his tongue into Shea’s mouth, chasing his first taste of her.
Something seemed to change in Shea’s eyes as Royce pulled away from their kiss. He held her gaze as he shed his own clothes. Royce rested his head on her shoulder, his fingertips trailing down to her clit as they watched the beautiful specimen before them. “He’s sexy as all fuck, isn’t he?”
“Sure is,” Luna chimed in with a grin. The first time she had seen him in a tank top and shorts in their shared gym at the office, she almost snapped a picture and sent it to her girlfriends with the caption, “Be jealous.” She couldn’t do it, though. She wanted to keep the mental image all for herself. And now all that sinewy muscle and freckle-dusted skin was al
l hers. Well, hers and Royce’s. Before she completely lost herself with thoughts of Shea, Royce rolled her needy bud between his fingers and pinched, bringing it back to the three of them.
Once he was standing before her completely naked, Shea cupped her jaw and kissed her chastely. “Luna, go kneel on the bed facing us,” he commanded softly.
She nodded and felt Royce’s fingers fall away as she moved to do his bidding. Climbing up onto the king-sized bed, she knee walked to the middle and waited and wondered.
She didn’t have to wonder long. Royce dropped to his knees in front of Shea and nuzzled his face right against Shea’s groin, growling as he scented him. Luna felt a small smile grow on her lips as she recalled Shea accusing the man of being part wolf on more than one occasion.
“Gonna get him ready for you,” Royce rasped as he made eye contact with her. “You like the idea of that, don’t you, Luna?”
“Oh, yes.”
Luna could probably get tips on giving blow jobs judging by the way Royce engulfed Shea’s considerable length in one go. One second he was looking at her, and the next he had Shea entirely in his mouth. One hand came up to cup his balls while the other went around to grab his ass. Royce bobbed his head up and down, making slurping noises as he hummed and practically gobbled him up.
Shea’s hands found their way into Royce’s hair and pulled him closer. She heard Royce’s quick, near strangled breath, but that didn’t deter him from his mission. It only made Royce suck harder and longer. Luna felt like she practically had a waterfall between her legs as she watched the hottest thing she’d ever seen unfold before her. And this was only the beginning.
Shea eased off on Royce and began to gently thrust in and out of the man’s mouth. He made eye contact with her again, a look of pure rapture gracing his features. “Mmm … play with yourself, baby.”
Luna blushed anew as she remembered this little act had been the catalyst in bringing them together. She was grateful all over again for her kinky, insatiable libido. She knew she was beyond ready, so she didn’t go in easy. Instead she plunged two fingers inside herself and thumbed her clit hard. Her own harsh breathing joined the echoes of the others already filling the room.
Cradling Royce’s head between his hands, Shea smiled at the man before he pulled him off. Royce stood up and kissed Shea thoroughly before they made their way to the bed.
“Such a good girl,” Shea cooed, feathering his lips across her shoulder and moving in behind her on the bed. He ran his hands up her thighs and then one hand joined hers, as they moved in tandem inside her. “You feel amazing. Hot. Tight. Can’t wait to be inside you.”
Luna threw her head back to rest on Shea’s shoulder. Then she felt Royce’s mouth at her breast while his hand came up to tease the other. His fingertips barely grazed the one nipple, but his mouth was in direct contrast as his teeth clamped down gently on the other. Luna’s hand fell away as she clung to Shea’s hips, almost completely gone. Shea’s cock ground against the crack of her ass as he thrust another finger inside her. Those glorious fingers moved rapidly, twisting and turning. Finally they seemed to reach the perfect spot, and Shea kept up a steady motion until Luna clenched her entire body before coming undone. Their ministrations gentled as they let her ride out her orgasm. Royce’s mouth suckled at her tender nipple before popping off. He grinned at her and then moved around to the nightstand.
“Ever had both your holes filled?” Shea asked at her ear, his lips sweeping down her neck and then her spine.
Oh, God. “Umm … no. I want to though. I’ve never done anything like this,” she confessed. Shea knew that already, but it made her feel especially naughty to openly declare just how thoroughly they would get to debauch her.
“Hmm,” he hummed against her as she heard a condom being ripped open. “Can’t wait for that either. We have something a little different on the agenda tonight, though.”
A hand moved between her and Shea, and she glanced over her shoulder to see Royce sheathing Shea’s cock.
“Brace yourself on your hands, Luna,” Shea commanded as he moved into her a doggy-style position. Royce came back to the foot of the bed. She noticed he was still dressed, and she didn’t know why that added to the erotic sensation, but it certainly did thrill her.
She was yanked from that thought as Shea’s hard cock pressed slowly into her. She could have sworn she felt the walls of her vagina spasm in relief at being filled. It had been a long time, and she had dreamt of this for even longer.
Shea took his time, pushing into her before sliding back out slowly and continuing the motion once again. Luna closed her eyes and savored the feeling of fullness and rightness. She adored this man, and he was fulfilling her wildest fantasies. Even some fantasies she hadn’t known she had.
Luna felt a hand at her jaw and opened her eyes to meet Royce’s beautiful gaze. He had a questioning look on his face. Luna just licked her lips and smiled. It was all the encouragement he needed. He unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor along with his boxers. He grasped his cock at the root and the last thought that floated through Luna’s mind was that he was huge—thick and long—and then he was in her mouth.
Once again, Luna closed her eyes and basked in all the sensations that were purely Royce. She moaned when Shea hammered into her, and she practically gagged on Royce’s cock. If their own sounds were any indication, they liked that too. As they thrust into her, one and then the other, Luna had the ridiculous notion that she was on a deliciously perverted seesaw.
While she reveled in the feeling of Shea inside her, she needed more Royce, so she angled her head to the side when Shea pulled away and swallowed Royce whole. Royce gasped above her and threaded his fingers through her hair, holding her jaw in place as he began to fuck her face with abandon. Shea watched from behind, stilling his movements, even though he was seated deep inside of her.
Royce pumped in and out of Luna’s mouth, and all she could do was open as wide as possible and take everything he had to give her. “Fuck, baby. That’s too good,” he praised. Royce pulled away from her mouth a moment before Shea began again to pound into her from behind. Royce shed the rest of his clothes, then reached up to caress her jaw as he stared into her eyes. Shea grasped Luna’s hips and thrust and stilled before withdrawing almost completely and repeating the action until he drew a second orgasm out of her that left her entire body quaking in its wake. Before her wobbly knees could give out, Luna’s body was lowered onto the mattress and then flipped over. Shea pushed her legs together with his knees and scooted up to kneel around her thighs.
The admiring gaze in Shea’s eyes set her emotions aflame once more, but when he spoke, Luna wondered if it possible to come again from words alone. “Gonna mark you, Luna. Make you ours.” Shea slipped the condom off, tossing it on the floor, before he began stroking his cock. Royce moved behind him, kneeling behind Shea. One hand came up to tweak Shea’s nipple as Shea shot hot ropes of cum all over her breasts. Instinctively, Luna pressed her breasts together and arched her back, offering Shea a better target. She whimpered and hugged her thighs together as her inner muscles spasmed again. Luna opened her eyes when she felt something hit the mattress near her elbow. She only had a moment to register the large black plug that Royce had apparently removed from Shea. Luna groaned as she realized he must have been wearing that all evening. Lucky man.
Shea leaned down, braced himself over her, and bucked wildly as Royce thrust inside him. Oh, sweet mercy. Luna grabbed Shea’s cheeks and lifted herself to attack his mouth. She drove her tongue against his over and over again, never closing her eyes at the erotic sight of Royce in the throes of passion. She’d never seen anything so incredible as the sight of Royce enjoying his lover.
Royce slowed and grunted. Shea gasped, breaking their kiss, as Royce withdrew and guided him to the bed to lie beside her. Then Royce mirrored Shea’s prior movements, and Luna knew she was about to be marked again, this time by Royce. Those devilish dimples appeared, and h
e bit his lip a moment before he grunted and came all over her. Luna laughed lightly as Royce joined them on the bed, their labored breaths filling the room. The scent of their combined evidence was overpowering, but in an erotic, sexy way. Royce leaned over her and kissed Shea thoroughly before giving Luna the same treatment, leaving Luna sighing and staring blankly at the ceiling. The two men surrounded her, whispering gentle words of praise that had her grinning and naughty compliments that had her blushing.
If this is but a dream, leave me to my blissful slumber. Because here … two men love and worship me like a goddess all the while fucking me like a whore. And I am one lucky girl.
The next two years passed in a sea of bliss, contentment, and more love than she ever could have imagined … the three of them—in sync, bound to each other, becoming one. Until one little interview, one soul-sucking grudge, and one earth-shattering creation coalesced to threaten everything they loved and cherished.
Chapter Eleven
Present: When the World Got Quiet
Shea paced the large, custom kitchen as Royce rescued the homemade croutons from the oven. He didn’t understand why he was so nervous to be celebrating their second anniversary with Luna. All he could figure was that he loved her and Royce so much, that when he thought too much about what could happen, it nearly wrecked him. Thinking of the day when they made their relationship with Luna official—the day that she’d accepted their offer to make a home together—had sent him into a vortex of what may have happened if she’d said no. What would have happened if she’d decided they couldn’t offer her everything she needed?
Luna had never hinted she was unhappy, or that she needed vows or legal ties, or a traditional home to fulfill her, but Shea wasn’t blind to the fact that more and more of her friends had been inviting her to weddings and baby showers. How is it that they had met the perfect woman to balance them out, and she didn’t attempt to change a single thing about them? It was almost too good to be true, and what was too good to be true usually was. He was just thinking he could use a healthy dose of Royce’s optimism when the smoke alarm screamed to life from behind him. Spinning around, Shea was engulfed in a plume of smoke. He froze for a second before Royce rushed into the room, took one glance at the scene, and began to take charge.