Boston Avant-Garde 4: Encore

by Kaitlin Maitland

  Dante’s bathroom was the most luxuriant thing she’d ever seen. The shower was a walk-in, fully tiled, with no doors or curtain. A huge spa tub was wedged into the opposite corner, looking as if it might just be big enough for three. And a vanity stretched the length of a mirrored wall.

  She grabbed a bath sheet big enough to dry off an elephant and wrapped her body. Right then, she wasn’t missing her old apartment at all. Not one bit. She used her tiny bag of toiletries to shave her legs, brush her teeth, and moisturize.

  There wasn’t much in the way of personal items in the bathroom. Dante’s shaving tools were laid out in an orderly row. She tried to picture the long vanity and two sinks shared by three sets of bathroom supplies. Would Dante install a third sink? The visual of the three of them lined up in front of their own personal sinks while brushing their teeth and spitting in unison made her giggle. It was probably stupid to even think about that kind of long-term arrangement. She didn’t even know where Jericho lived. Would he want to move into Dante’s suite? This whole situation was bizarre. Was there really any future in it?

  Wrapping the towel more securely, she grabbed a comb from her bag. It would be easier to sit on the bed or the chaise to untangle her long hair. She was tired. A few minutes to sit and think wouldn’t be unwelcome at all.

  But when she opened the bathroom door, Jericho had already returned. She felt a moment’s awkwardness. He was stark naked. Her gaze was instantly drawn to the sleek expanse of muscle that arrowed down his torso to his crotch. His cock stirred as she watched, rising until it was so promising her pussy grew slippery with anticipation.

  “May I?” He held his hand out for the comb.

  She handed it over, trying to shut down the debate in her brain before it began in earnest.

  Jericho walked to a section of wall opposite the bed and pushed a panel inside the large framed landscape of a desert oasis. The painting slid back, revealing a glass-front fireplace. He pushed something else, and flames danced to life.

  Suri held her hands out to the warmth, careful to keep the edges of her towel pinched beneath her arms. “This place is so weird. There’s almost no furniture out in the open, but there’s all kind of stuff hidden in the walls. Sometimes I can’t even tell where the doors are.”

  “That’s just Dante’s style.” Jericho motioned for her to sit before the chaise, which was just far enough away to keep them from getting scorched by the heat.

  He sat behind her. His fingers sank into her hair as he used the comb to help unsnarl the long strands and smooth them out. She zoned out. It was so soothing to have him touching her. Dante had been right. There was just something about Jericho’s presence that was calming.

  She didn’t know how long she’d been hovering between sleep and wakefulness until someone pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder. Tilting her head, she realized Dante had come back. And he was just as naked as Jericho.

  “That wet towel has to go, princess.” He tugged it loose and tossed it aside.

  The fire warmed her bare skin, and she was too relaxed to be shy about her nudity. She didn’t even object when Dante nudged her sideways until she was lying faceup on the plush rug.

  It was utterly surreal. She was nude with two mouthwateringly sexy males on the floor in front of a fireplace. It was like a romance novel. Only, in books you never got to see exactly how amazing the heroes looked.

  On his knees beside her, Dante was the bolder one. His erect cock was thick and dusky-skinned. The base nestled in a thatch of black hair. The shaft arched up and bobbed against his lower belly. His abdominal muscles were the reason someone had coined the phrase “washboard stomach.” Each rippling contour made her itch to trace her way from his navel to his neck.

  Without thinking, she reached up to touch his nipple. “They’re hard.”

  “Princess, everything about me is hard at the moment.”

  His handsome face had become so familiar in the last few days she wondered how she’d ever thought him a stranger. Tilting her chin back a bit more, she could see Jericho lounging against the chaise cushions.

  He bent one knee and propped his elbow on it. In that position, his cock took center stage. His skin was more olive than caramel, and he was taller and leaner than Dante. She longed to brush her lips over the scars decorating his body. They were part of his intense need to protect—the thing that made him so unique in a world that wanted to take more than it gave. He looked as if every square inch of him were satin-coated steel. There was a dusting of hair on his lower belly. It ended in dark curls at his groin. His cock was just a little longer than Dante’s, though not quite as thick.

  The comparison made her shiver. Dante’s cock had felt exquisite inside her ass. What would it feel like to have Jericho’s inside her anal passage? Would he fuck her like that? Would he fuck Dante like that?

  Her breath hitched at the thought. She couldn’t help it.

  Dante reached out and cupped her cheek in his palm. “What are you thinking, princess?”

  She didn’t want to embarrass them or herself, but she wanted to know how this could work. And the only way to find out was to be honest. “I was remembering what it felt like to have you take me in the ass.”

  His pupils dilated, almost swallowing the brown irises. “What else?”

  “I wondered what it would feel like to have Jericho fuck me there.” The words came in a rush so she couldn’t second-guess her choice to say them. The half growl, half moan Jericho let loose suggested she’d made the right decision.

  Dante seemed to know instinctively that she wasn’t done. “And?”

  Suri searched for and held Jericho’s gaze. “I was thinking how hot it’d make me to see Jericho’s cock in your ass too.”

  JERICHO COULDN’T BREATHE. Suri’s words had lit him on fire. The idea of sinking his shaft to the hilt in her taut little asshole was heaven. Since he’d watched her body melt around Dante, he’d wanted to try it. He wanted Dante to fuck her pussy while Jericho thrust into her anal entrance. He wanted that closeness.

  But how much more incredible would it be to push the plum-shaped head of his cock into Dante’s tight opening and feel his friend, his lover, welcome his penetration? Add Suri’s obvious excitement at participating in the act, and Jericho was ready to spew a load of cum onto his belly without anyone even giving him a tug.

  He wished he had Suri’s courage. To be able to throw everything on the table and just say what you wanted. It was a beautiful thing. But he was still afraid. Afraid he would do something wrong, hurt Dante, or disgust Suri, or make a fool of himself in the trying. Those were inhibitions he still had trouble letting go of.

  Dante touched his leg to gain his attention. Jericho refocused on the sexy man stretched out beside their female counterpart. “Would you? If I asked you to?”

  So many thoughts crowded into Jericho’s mind. The memory of Dante’s lips on his cock. Of beautiful Suri welcoming them into her body, where the three of them had become so inexplicably intertwined.

  “I’ll help you, Jericho.” Suri looked surprised by her offer. “Together we can make it so good for him, and for all of us.”

  How could Jericho refuse? He left the chaise, lowering himself to the floor. “Kiss him, Suri. Show me how much you want him.”

  Dante’s hungry kiss was punctuated by her feminine noises of pleasure. Jericho watched them. Dante’s body cupped hers as he let her control the kiss. She nipped him, tugging his lower lip with her teeth. She sucked lightly and then let it go before lifting her gaze to meet Jericho’s.

  He knew what she wanted. He wanted it too—that first step. Leaning over Dante, Jericho lowered his mouth to his friend’s and let his instincts take over.

  Dante tasted exotic, like the strong male essence Jericho had always sensed about him. Bolder now, Jericho pushed his tongue past Dante’s lips to explore the inside of his mouth. His smooth teeth and the warm resilience of his tongue were at odds with the passion simmering between them. Dante made
a deep noise in the back of his throat, and Jericho felt his hunger flare. They struggled for a moment, both fighting to master the other, until Jericho felt Dante acquiesce. His body grew willing, muscles molding against Jericho’s contours until they were in each other’s arms.

  Jericho had no idea how to proceed. He broke away and met Dante’s gaze. There was no censure, no reproach, only arousal and the need for the three of them to join. Instead of feeling adrift, he felt secure in the knowledge that the three of them were in this together. That was all they needed.

  Suri touched Jericho’s arm. “Can you both get on your knees?”

  He’d have never turned down Suri’s request, but when he realized her intention, it was all he could do to hang on to his load.

  With his side pressed against Dante’s, she was able to take a cock in each hand. She lifted her blue gaze and took turns watching their expressions as she put both of their plum-shaped heads in her mouth.

  Jericho had to hold on to Dante to keep upright. The sensation of his skin rubbing against Dante’s inside the warm cocoon of her mouth was maddening. She sucked hard, and then tried to take in as much as she could. The result was a teasing torment that damn near made him crazy.

  She pulled back far enough to speak. “Jericho, can you get the lube?”

  Her request tore his attention from the sight of her swallowing Dante’s shaft all the way to the back of her throat. Jericho’s stomach leaped in excitement as he fumbled to his feet.

  The six steps to the bed felt like miles. He rooted in the storage compartment until he found what he was looking for. He could count the number of times he’d had anal sex on one hand. Was he insane for doing this?

  I want it. Dante wants it. Suri wants it. I shouldn’t question good fortune.

  Without prompting, Dante bent over when Jericho approached. Suri kept one hand on his shaft, pumping in a steady rhythm. With Dante’s knees spread open, Jericho had a tantalizing view of tight cheeks and heavy testicles.

  Suri held out her hand for the lube. “I’ll put some on your cock, and you work Dante’s ass.”

  Dante’s body was heaving with every breath, his rhythm a perfect match for Suri’s strokes. Jericho shivered at the cool splash of lube on his shaft, but Suri’s warm hand chased away the chill. She kept both of them to the same steady tempo. Her gaze locked on Jericho spreading lube across Dante’s puckered anus.

  The sensation was foreign. As if Jericho were a boy about to lose his virginity for the first time again. But this time there was excitement instead of anxiety. And there was more. A deeper regard for the two partners he wanted so desperately to please.

  Dante’s first moan made Jericho’s cock spurt a thick stream of precum into Suri’s hand. Jericho slid his fingers across Dante’s hole, noting it was relaxing fraction by fraction with every stroke.

  He slipped his index finger inside the taut opening. He thrust in and out until Dante’s hips were twitching each time. Jericho applied more lube, fighting down his rising excitement and adding another finger. Jericho’s control slipped when an appreciative groan ripped from Dante’s throat.

  He pushed his mounting excitement into the background. The undiluted sensation was incredible. He spread his fingers to stretch Dante’s ass. The intimacy of making his lover ready was a powerful aphrodisiac. It set off a primal urge to dominate. A part of him wanted to give in and take his pleasure, but it wouldn’t be enough. The allure of pleasing his lovers was stronger. Beside him, Suri lost her rhythm, no doubt struggling with her own desires.

  “More, Jericho, more.” She stretched up and kissed him.

  Jericho’s balls tightened, and he pushed a third finger into Dante’s ass. He wanted to come so badly he could barely hold back. But he wanted this. He wanted to come in Dante’s tight anal passage and mark him, just as they’d both marked Suri.

  “Fuck me, Jericho.” Dante’s harsh demand sent chills racing down Jericho’s spine. “Put your cock in my ass.”

  Suri pulled away from their kiss and released Dante’s cock. With both hands, she guided Jericho into place while he held Dante’s ass cheeks apart. She carefully fit the head into Dante’s puckered opening. Jericho’s lubed shaft pressed forward, and he had his first taste of the sweetness of his lover’s ass.

  “I’m going to come before I’m even all the way in.” He fought the urge to slam inside and ejaculate on the first stroke.

  But Suri was there, gripping his balls, helping him stay steady as he pushed all the way in until his balls hung behind Dante’s heavy sac. She soothed and coached as he began to thrust in and out of Dante’s body. Each stroke into the supple passage tipped Jericho toward completion. Sweat rolled down his neck, between his shoulder blades, and toward the base of his spine. Arousal knotted his muscles. He couldn’t hold back. He had to let it go.

  “I have to come.” Jericho dug his fingers into Dante’s hips. “Your ass is so fucking hot I can’t hang on.”

  “Then come, Jericho.” Dante arched his back until he created new friction that Jericho could not resist.

  Jericho’s cock throbbed as he spilled himself inside Dante. He lost control, and his thrusts became shallow. When he was finally spent, he rolled them both to their sides without withdrawing. He didn’t want to lose that closeness.

  Jericho wrapped his arms around Dante, and Suri curled up facing Dante’s chest. The three of them sprawled on the floor. But Jericho wasn’t going to let it end there.

  “You need to come too,” Jericho whispered in Dante’s ear. “And our Suri is probably so wet she’ll climax as soon as your cock slides into her pussy.”

  Dante stirred, his cock still hard against his belly. Suri suddenly twisted in his arms. She threw her leg over Dante’s hip. Jericho groaned as he watched her grind her sex against Dante’s erection. The head slid the length of her slit, and she gasped at the contact. Wanting to prolong the sensual torture, Jericho held his partner still while Suri let Dante’s cock tease her pussy.

  “I can’t wait any more,” she admitted. Seconds later she took his thick erection deep inside her body.

  “Princess, you feel like heaven.” Dante groaned. When his body clenched, his ass squeezed Jericho’s softening cock as if he were trying to bring it back to life. As turned on as he was, Jericho finally understood why some people could go all night.

  SURI NEEDED TO CLIMAX badly. She’d never been this aroused before in her life. Watching Jericho’s cock slide into Dante’s ass hadn’t just been erotic. It had turned her on in a way that felt kinky and forbidden. Actually helping him wriggle into their lover’s tight hole had pushed her past all known limits.

  She ground her hips against Dante, coaxing him deeper until he bumped against that sweet spot so far inside her body. A little moan of appreciation slipped out. She didn’t care. She was ready to hump him like a dog in heat. Her movements were jerky, disjointed, and not enough.

  “Easy, Suri.” Jericho’s soothing voice steadied her breathing. His hands closed around her waist.

  Their position was perfect. All on their sides, Jericho’s cock in Dante’s ass, Dante’s cock lodged in her pussy, and Jericho’s hands anchoring them all together. He set a smooth pace. She followed. Each slide of Dante in and out of her cunt caused his shaft to slide over the spread hood of her clit. The tiny bundle of nerves at the tip was in ecstasy.

  She dug her nails into Dante’s shoulders. He shuddered, his cock throbbing inside her channel as he came in thick spurts. The swollen vein on the top skidded across her clit, and Suri was flying.

  She cried out, her orgasm ripping her in two as all the erotic tension she’d been holding on to erupted into one long release. She forgot how to breathe. Burying her head against Dante’s chest, she waited until the world stopped spinning and her muscles turned to jelly.

  Suri thought she’d had amazing sex that first night. She’d thought every time since then had been incredible too. But this wasn’t just great sex. This was something more. Something that was g
oing to hurt like hell when she lost it because of her own desperate stupidity.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Dante blinked, uncertain of what had woken him. He and Jericho had carried Suri from the floor to the bed hours ago. He’d left the gas logs burning to chase away the night’s chill, and the walls danced with flickering firelight. With his suite perched at the highest point of the club, he usually had more trouble keeping it cool than warm. He preferred the warmth of a fire to the hum of a central heater anyway.

  He was sore, pleasantly so. It had been years since he’d allowed a lover to take him like Jericho and Suri had. But even in the past, he’d never wanted it as much as he’d wanted them. Stretching, he realized there was only one warm body in bed with him.

  When they’d drifted off hours before, Suri had been snuggled in the middle. Now Jericho slept on his back with one leg flung over Dante’s body, his breathing steady. Dante didn’t know whether or not he always slept this soundly. He suspected Jericho only let his guard down enough to slip into a deep sleep when he felt secure.

  Most of the club clientele and staff thought Dante lived off the property on some kind of estate. He’d heard enough speculation over the years to be certain that nobody realized he’d built his own personal refuge in Asylum, a name that hadn’t been an arbitrary choice.

  The security camera that had alerted him to Suri’s presence in his quarters that first night was only accessible from his personal laptop after the user typed in a series of four codes. There were alarms on all the entrance corridors to let either him or Jericho know there had been a breach. Truthfully, Dante still couldn’t figure out how Suri had managed to get from her dressing room on the first floor to his suite nearly five stories up.

  Dante sat up in the bed. Jericho didn’t budge.

  “I didn’t mean to wake you.” Her voice came from the direction of the chaise lounge. She’d curled up in the corner with a thick throw she’d pulled from the bed.