by Katya Harris
I understood; I'd thought the same thing. So I tell him what I'd told myself. “Just one day of you loving me is worth the risk of any future unhappiness. It might not work, but it could. Oh, it could. It could be glorious.” I lower my head as I tip his face up. “Don't be afraid. I love you. All I want to do is spend the rest of my life making you happy.”
I brush my slightly parted mouth over his lips. Once. Twice. I was the one to kiss him before; this time, I need him to meet me halfway.
The tip of Jaime's tongue flicks out, touching the center of my top lip. I gasp, surprised, my lips parting and his tongue slides into my mouth.
Happiness swells beneath my skin in a flood of warmth. It's like I've swallowed the sun. This is our second kiss and already the feel of him, the taste of him, is like coming home. He's been drinking the punch as well; the taste lingers on his tongue, sweet and potent, and so much more delicious because I can taste him, too. My senses spin out of control, arousal whipping them to a frenzy.
“You taste so good,” I moan against Jaime's kiss-wet lips.
“So do you,” Jaime says, breathlessly. “And you feel even better.” The small amount of distance that separated us is gone. His arms have snaked around my waist, his hands pressed against my back, pulling me into him. I can feel the proof of how much he likes our kiss digging into my hip. He can undoubtedly feel mine, too.
Excitement fizzes in my belly. My groin aches with the sharp anticipation of a hunger long denied and about to be satisfied. I stroke my hands into Jaime's hair, fisting the cool, silken strands. “I want to kiss you again,” I tell him, a growl reverberating through my words. “And then I want to strip you bare and put my mouth on every inch of you.”
Jaime's breath hitches, his fingertips digging into the muscles on either side of my spine. He opens his mouth, but it's not his voice that says, “Oh, yes, please.”
Both Jaime and I freeze. Together, we turn our heads and look at Toby.
“Yes,” he says, still standing behind Jaime. A sardonic smile twists his lips. “I am still here.”
“You could have left,” Jaime hisses.
Toby grins at us. “Now where would be the fun in that?” he asks, sly as the fox his red hair brings to mind. “Besides, the way I see it, if it weren't for me the two of you wouldn't be having this special moment.”
Jaime frowns. I speak before he makes the sharp retort I see brewing in his eyes.
“He's right.” For the second—third?—time tonight. An almost-Christmas miracle.
Jaime whips his head round to look at me in disbelief. “You can't be serious?” He looks back at Toby with narrowed eyes. “He's just being a pervert.”
“Absolutely,” Toby agrees with zero shame. “Come on, Jaime, you won't even know I'm here.”
Jaime snorts. “I doubt that.” But he doesn't say no and there’s a glitter in his eyes that he can’t suppress.
Interesting.
Jaime turns his gaze back to me. “Aidan—”
The sound of my name falling from his lips is too much. Hunger spikes in me, sharp and ravenous. Yanking Jaime's head round, I slant my mouth over his. I clamp my hands on either side of his head, holding him steady as I plunder his mouth. A noise, a whimper, vibrates from Jaime's mouth to mine. Ravenous, I eat the sound, swallowing it down—it only whets my appetite for more. I want to eat him up piece by piece, every sound, every touch. I want to feast on him, gorge on him. Need claws at my gut and my hips start to move, grinding the hardness of my dick against Jaime's. Pressure builds in me, a tightness beneath my sensitized skin. I have to step back or I'm going to pop.
But it’s Jaime who breaks away leaving me gasping.
“No,” he says, voice strained. “I can’t do this.”
I frown. What? “Why?”
Jaime’s face is so distressed it looks like it’s collapsing in on itself. “This isn’t just about Scott.” He makes a noise of pure frustration. “I want to blame everything on him, but this is about me. I am scared that everything will go wrong, but I’m also scared that I’ll choose and it will be the wrong choice.” His black eyes were stark. “I could lose both of you.”
My frown deepens. What choice does he have to make? Who else was he frightened of losing?
A slight movement at the corner of my eye catches my attention. A flash of red—Toby’s hair. Jaime’s gaze slides over to him and something like pain flashes across his face. “I can’t pick between you. I can’t leave one of you behind and not feel regret.”
I think of that glitter in his eyes. The words he could have said, but didn’t.
Oh. Oohhh.
Reality stutters. Reorders itself. A whole new world of dazzling possibilities unrolling at my feet.
“Toby,” I say. “Come here.”
Jaime sucks in a startled breath, his eyes going wide with—thank god—arousal and not fear. Okay, maybe a little bit of trepidation. His cock twitches under the scant cover of his toga, batting lightly against my hip.
“What are you doing, Aidan?”
My gaze flicks over Jaime's shoulder to meet Toby's. He’s standing close enough to touch, his muscles tense beneath his pale skin. With his eyes locked on mine, he nods his head. I shift my gaze back to Jaime. “I’m giving you want you want. Everything you want. Jaime, you don’t have to choose.”
His dark eyes flare, sparking like black fire. Those eyes search mine. Anticipation winds my guts into one giant knot.
“What?”
“You want us both,” I manage to say. “Me and Toby.”
“But I can’t have you both.”
“You can have anything you damn well want,” I tell him. “I told you, Jaime. All I want is your happiness and this will make you happy.” My eyes shift to meet Toby’s and I see the truth shining there. “I think this will make all of us happy.”
The pink tip of Jaime’s tongue darts out to lick across his bottom lip. His mouth is slightly swollen from our kiss, their dusky pink redder. Slick from his saliva, it’s so distracting I almost miss the words they shape. “Then yes. Yes to everything.”
Relief loosens my tense muscles. “Thank you,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.
“Do I get a say in this?”
I look at Toby. “You told me in the conference room you love us both. Are you honestly going to refuse?”
Toby smirks. “Never in a million years.”
Sliding one of my hands up Jaime's body, I brush my thumb across his partially exposed nipple, loving the way it tightens to a hard peak. He shudders and arches against me, pushing into my touch. Lust turns my blood to fire, a conflagration hungry to devour them both. “Let's go to my office,” I growl.
It's not a mad scramble to get there, but almost. As soon as we're all inside, I shut the door and flip the lock even though there is no one else left in the office. Jaime's office is slightly larger than mine and probably would have been a better choice, but I want them here, in my territory. Satisfaction rolls through me in a warm wave.
Toby laughs, the sound high and delighted. He's leaning against my desk. “Oh, this is going to be so much fun.”
I'm not sure Jaime agrees with that completely. His black eyes are wide, the fall of his toga shimmering with the fine tremor wracking his body. Wrapping my hand around the nape of his neck, I gently squeeze the tense muscles. “It will be all right,” I whisper in his ear, a promise between just the two of us, one old friend to another. “We can make this work. All three of us.”
Turning his head, he looks at me. “Do you really believe that?”
“With everything in me.” I kiss him. “I won’t let it be any other way.”
“Neither of us will,” Toby says from the other side of Jaime who closes his eyes as the tension runs out of him. He sighs as Toby leans forward and presses his mouth to his lips.
My gut tightens, lust a roaring in my head. It’s surprising. I honestly hadn’t known how I’d react to Jaime and Toby kissing, touching. The good news
is, I like it. The bad news is, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.
“So,” Toby says, “is there anything either of you would not like to do?”
We both look at Toby. Nothing springs to my mind, but then again, I don't think my brain is working at a 100% capacity right now. I shake my head, and ask Jaime, “You?”
His fingers twitch, curling and uncurling. My stoic, imperturbable Jaime is practically dancing on the spot in excitement. “I don’t know. I want—so much. Everything.” He stills. Licks his lips. His dark eyes turn thoughtful. “I want Aidan to fuck me.” He turns pleading eyes to Toby. “I’ve wanted him for so long,” he says, clearly trying to make Toby understand this isn’t some kind of rejection. “This first time, I’d like him to fuck me.”
I laugh softly, pleased with the force of his desire, his flustered words. I turn him toward me so I can kiss him with tenderness this time instead of pure lust. “Christ, you're adorable.”
His flush deepens. “Shut up,” he grumbles.
I laugh again.
“That’s fine. What about touching?” Toby asks.
Jaime immediately nods. “Yes, please.”
My dick twitches at his eagerness. The tenderness I've been feeling is incinerated in eruption of lust so hot I'm about to combust. I shoot Toby a look. “Are you ready?”
He rolls his eyes. “Patience is a virtue,” he taunts and laughs when I growl at him. “All right, all right, but I’m still the king, remember? And since I am, my first royal command is: let's get naked.”
He doesn't have to tell me twice. With my hands on his shoulders, I turn Jaime toward me. “Let me,” I murmur. “Please. I've wanted to do this for a long time.”
Jaime touches my face, stroking his fingers along my jaw. “Me, too.”
He can take my breath away so easily.
I officially love togas. It's only the work of a couple of seconds and Jaime is standing in front of me in his underwear, his toga in a snowy puddle around his feet. Going to one knee, I peel his boxer-briefs down his legs. My hands start to shake when his cock—the most beautiful cock I've ever seen—pops free. Long and thick, it's so hard it curves up in a strong line almost to his navel, the sleek crown already slick with pre-cum. I maneuver his briefs over his feet as he obligingly lifts them one at a time, and discard them on the floor next to me. Not once do I take my eyes off the bounty in front of me.
It would be a lie to say that I'd never imagined what this particular part of Jaime's body is like. We'd shared a dorm-room and then an apartment in college; we often go to the gym together—I know what Jaime's body looks like. All of it except this part. It hits me then that this is really happening. We're actually going to move from being friends to lovers.
Without waiting for an order, I lean forward and kiss the glistening tip of Jaime's dick. He gasps and I look up at his flushed face, my tongue darting out to lick the taste of him from my lips. “Hmm,” I hum. “Yummy.”
Jaime blushes, looking so adorably pleased I want to eat him up in one greedy bite.
Movement at the corner of my eye attracts my attention. I look over and meet Toby's eyes, but not before I get an eyeful of his naked body. Wow. He’s slender to the point of skinniness, but lean muscle moves smoothly beneath pale skin dusted with cinnamon-colored freckles that I long to explore, preferably with my tongue. I’d always thought Toby was hot, but it was like I had a filter over my eyes. I hadn’t realized how dazzled my desire for Jaime has made me.
“Not that I don't appreciate the visual,” Toby says, “but I want you naked, too.”
Oops. I'd almost forgotten.
Getting to my feet, I move to undress, but Jaime pushes my hands away.
“My turn.” The twinkle in his eyes sends pleasure racing over my skin in a tingling rush.
I barely breath as he slides the toga off of me, his palms coasting teasingly over my sensitized skin. Electricity sizzles out from every place he touches me; by the time I'm naked, my head is buzzing and I'm almost swaying on my feet from the amount of sensation pulsing through me.
“You two are so pretty together,” Toby says, his eyes roving over us in unabashed greed. “Kiss.”
Gladly.
I pull Jaime into my arms. His head tips back, his lips parting as I seal my mouth over his. It's a furious tangle not just of our mouths and tongues, but of our bodies too. Our hands roam over each other, fingers rubbing and clutching in a ravenous frenzy for bare skin. Every time our cocks rub against each other, pleasure shudders through me, a hard tremor that echoes through Jaime. I could come just from this.
“Ease up.”
I stop, almost glad for Toby’s interruption. I can feel the beginnings of my orgasm tighten my balls, tingling at the base of my spine. A few more good grinding rubs and I'd come all over Jaime's belly. As amazing as it would feel, I don’t want this to be over so quickly.
Toby's voice sounds closer, but I don't look at him. Neither does Jaime. “After making Aidan wait for so long, I think it's time you made it up to him, don't you Jaime? Get on your knees.”
Excitement glitters in Jaime's eyes, his lips tilting in a crooked smile. “Of course.” He drops down in front of me, his hands settling on my thighs.
He barely waits for Toby's order to, “Suck him.” He licks up the length of my cock with the flat of his velvety tongue, balls to tip, and then swallows me down.
He doesn't tease me. Jaime takes me down to the root of my dick, his lips almost touching the neatly trimmed curls of my pubic hair. Lights flash in front of my eyes, dancing in time to the pulses of pleasure radiating out from my groin. I have to lock my knees to stop from collapsing to the floor in a boneless heap. A groaning growl tears its way out of my throat. My eyes flutter shut, my head falling back. I lightly clasp my hands around Jaime's bobbing head, not directing him; I’m content to let him work his magic.
“Feel good?”
I prise my eyes open to look at Toby. He has moved closer, close enough to touch us except that his hands are already busy—one of them lazily fondling his balls as the other pumps his cock. The spike of pleasure that spears me is extra sharp.
“He really fucking does,” I groan. Every muscle in my body quivers, overloaded with sensation. Sweat gathers on my skin, trickles down my spine. I hiss out a breath as Jaime focuses his attention on the sweet spot just beneath the head of my cock. “He's really good at this.” Jaime hums his appreciation of my approval, the vibration traveling down my shaft to tickle my balls.” Fuck,” I swear. “He's going to make me come.”
“Oh, no, it's much too soon for that.” Toby's hand knocks mine away from Jaime's head. Grabbing a fistful of Jaime's hair, he tugs gently but firmly at his head. Jaime releases my dick with a wet pop. “Get up,” he tells him, ignoring Jaime's moan of protest. “Go and stand in front of the desk.”
Anticipation jitters under my skin. “There are condoms in my wallet and lube in my bottom desk drawer.”
They both turn to look at me and I blush under their twin speculative stares.
“Well, I guess we know why you lock yourself in here sometimes,” Toby teases. “Important phone calls, my ass.”
My cheeks feel like they're on fire, but I'm too happy—and horny—to care about being truly embarrassed. “What can I say? Jaime looks damn good in his suits. So do you.”
Toby's lips curl. “I can't deny that.”
Stepping forward, Jaime pulls me down for a kiss. “Next time,” he whispers against my lips. “Come and get me. Or him. “
A thrill sings through me. “I'll hold you both to that.”
A crack sounds. Jaime yelps, dancing away as he rubs the buttock Toby's just slapped. “Hey!”
“Now that our schedules are sorted,” Toby says dryly, “how about you do as your king commands.”
Jaime slants me a hot look as he does as he's been told. I grin at him. His reserve has been well and truly broken.
“Now turn and bend over,” Toby tells him. “Brace your han
ds on the edge of the desk.”
A shudder rolls through Jaime's body as he obeys. With the grace of a dancer and the shamelessness of a long-time lover, Jaime bends at the waist. He spreads his legs and arches his back, putting himself on display. I moan at the sight he makes, my fists clenching at my sides. I tremble with the need to touch him.
A hand on my shoulder startles me. Toby smiles at me. There is such understanding in his eyes—I'm so lucky he's my friend, our friend, and a pushy one. “Why don't you keep your guy busy while I get things ready.”
“Our guy.”
Surprise widens Toby’s eyes and then he beams, pleased. “Look after our guy for a minute.”
Focusing on Jaime, I smooth my hands over the round cheeks of his butt. “Your skin is so soft,” I murmur. “Like silk.” On his right buttock there is a hint of red in the shape of Toby’s hand. Kneeling down behind him, I press my lips to the mark. It's slightly warmer than the rest of him, and the skin roughens with goosebumps beneath my lips. Jaime makes a small noise, shifting on his feet. I chuckle, and nip at his pebbled flesh. He yelps, his body jerking, and I laugh again.
“Shh.” I stroke over the small scarlet heart I've given to Toby's faint handprint. I press kisses to the tender curve where his ass meets his upper thigh. First one side and then the other, in toward the crease between. Jaime's breath hitches. He pushes back against my hands, his buttocks spreading further apart, revealing the dimpled pucker in between. I push his asscheeks even wider apart and lean in to press my lips against his hole in a gentle kiss.
“Aidan.” Jaime says my name in a broken whisper. “Please. More.”
A part of me thinks that he should never have to beg. Another part of me likes it far too much.
With the tip of my tongue, I flicker tiny licks over Jaime's asshole. He moans and squirms. I have to grip his butt hard, my fingers digging into the dense muscles, to keep him from grinding against my face.
“That is so hot.”
I roll my eyes up to look at Toby. He's standing beside us, my bottle of lube in one hand and a silver condom wrapper in the other. I've been so focused on Jaime, I hadn't noticed him moving around. His eyes are fixed where my mouth meets Jaime’s flesh, a flush riding high on his cheeks. My eyes flick down. Poor Toby's cock looks on the verge of explosion, droplets of pre-cum trickling down his livid red shaft.