by Demi Alex
Justin, the one who had held out from the friends with benefits relationship, was the common denominator.
She and Paul had looked to him to make it okay. He’d held back, concerned about the asinine remarks some of the staff had made.
Had they outgrown each other?
Was she the beard in their relationship?
Maybe it was summer spice?
Were they not enough for each other anymore…
None of the fucking above.
Paul and Bethany needed to know that they were each more than enough on their own, but together, the three of them were so much more.
They’d both stepped back and waited on him. It was his move. He either accepted them or he didn’t. No time frame. Nothing. Just them.
Only true love and caring allowed another person power over you. And they had so much power over him because he loved them. But fuck, they loved him too. Their love for him was the very reason for the protective wall they’d built around themselves.
They really loved him, so Justin possessed the power to actually wound them.
He never would. Never.
Actions speak louder than words, he thought, steeling his resolve and walking behind the car to meet them.
He was not one to shirk responsibility or shy away from a challenge, and this relationship was his greatest challenge; he was more than willing to carry the weight and take a risk.
He bent and kissed Bethany while Paul held her in his arms, and in the same breath lifted to Paul and kissed him.
“You two are my greatest desire,” he said, running his palm over Paul’s chest and bringing it to rest on Bethany’s abdomen. “Will you give me tonight?”
Bethany sighed her acceptance. Paul nodded.
“Good. The only thing I ask is for each of you to walk into tonight on your own.” He smoothed his hand over the side of Bethany’s thigh, lingering where Paul’s arm held her. “Please put her down. Each of us walks in on our own.”
Paul gently placed Bethany’s feet on the ground, keeping his hand on her lower back. She reached across him and squeezed his hand.
Justin smiled. “I like that. You’re here for each other, and I’m here for you.”
“We’re here for you, too,” Paul said.
“I know. But you gave me tonight. Good?”
“Okay,” Bethany whispered, the spot at the base of her throat exposing how quickly her heart beat.
“Perfect,” Paul said, the muscle ticking at his jaw giving away his excitement.
Justin had made the right decision, and seeing how they responded only reinforced his eagerness to build a physical gateway that would blow their minds and refute any objections.
“Let’s go, loves. Walk on into our courtyard.” He stepped aside and motioned for them to walk ahead of him. He thought aloud as he watched them. “Paul, you shared what you want to do for Bethany in your dreams. I want those dreams to become reality.”
Justin thought he heard Paul groan, and seeing how Bethany leaned into him and curled her fingers around his bicep, he was sure he hadn’t misheard.
“Bethany, a long time ago you whispered a hidden wish in my ear. That wish has starred in my dreams for years. Tonight it will also become reality.”
She glanced over her shoulder at him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes big. But she bit her bottom lip as she nodded.
They entered the courtyard and walked to the closest door—Bethany’s door. But he didn’t want it to be her room, her hospitality, and him and Paul as visitors.
They all had themselves to offer.
Nothing more. Nothing less. Common ground, he kept repeating.
He held out his hand and asked for her key.
Bethany searched her pocket, produced the key, and handed it to him.
He unlocked the door, reached his arm inside, and turned off the exterior light.
“Give me a minute. I’ll meet you by the chaise lounges. The far end of the pool. Place them together, and wait for me.”
He opened the door to their room—and that was the problem, it was Paul and Justin’s and not also Bethany’s room. He tossed the key on the table and walked to the bathroom. He grabbed the clean bath towels, swiped the covers off the bed, and headed back to the lounges.
Stepping into the dark night, he glimpsed the shadows in the reflecting light of the stars, and his chest barely contained his happiness. Bethany stretched to meet Paul’s kiss. His hands pulled her up his body and on to her toes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and melted into him. They met soft, gentle, and sensuous as all hell.
“Nice,” Justin said to himself in a low tone. “So freaking nice.”
He quickly made up the chaises by placing towels over the cushions, stripped out of his clothes, and entered the pool. Barely disturbing the water, he swam close to where they stood, watching Paul and Bethany tangled in each other’s arms the whole time. “Damn, you could kiss.”
“Damn, you look kissable,” Paul echoed, a satisfied grin on his face.
“Then I suggest you lose the clothes and join me,” Justin said.
Positioning himself at Bethany’s back, Paul snaked his hands around her waist, and worked the button on her shorts. He lowered the zipper, slowly skimmed his hands inside the denim, and pushed the shorts down her legs. He left her in a thong and the tank. “I’ve been thinking of seeing you in this shirt, all wet, all night long. Mind going in dressed like this?”
Hearing Paul voice his desires, Justin wanted to cheer in victory. Paul had never been the bystander type, but he’d held back where Bethany had been concerned. Now he was actively in.
Bethany let out a soft breath and sat on the edge of the pool. But Justin smiled at the irony of the relief pictured on her pretty face. She didn’t know how visual Paul was in his sexual preferences. He’d want her walking around in tiny little see-through outfits all the time.
Shit, she was beautiful.
Justin swam to Bethany’s side, fit himself between her legs, and raised his chin to Paul, indicating he expected him to strip and then join him.
“Wouldn’t do it any other way,” Paul said, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. He stepped out of his pants, and then jumped in, feet first, right beside where Bethany sat. He reached for Justin and cupped his nape, pulling him in for a kiss. “I said you look kissable. Kiss me, Justin.”
Chapter Twenty
This was it. It worked or it didn’t. They came together or fell apart.
Justin skimmed his palm over Bethany’s thigh to pull her into the water, cup her ass, fit her snug between Paul and himself, then leaned in and licked over Paul’s bottom lip. Groaning, Paul captured his tongue, sucked it into his mouth, and Justin lost himself in the sensation.
Justin angled himself against Paul, sliding his length over Paul’s girth and grinding close.
Bethany placed a hand on his shoulder and he felt her preparing to push away. The awareness immediately sobered his mind.
Paul must have sensed her intent, too.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
“For what?” Paul said.
She moved her leg. “I was in the way.”
“Never in the way,” Justin said. He wrapped his arm around her waist and hauled her between them. “Are you happy here? With both of us?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Because you fit perfectly.” Paul was first to claim her lips; teeth nipping, tongue licking, until she moaned. He covered her mouth with his own, crushing her wet body against his, and sliding his finger along the strap of lace on her lower back.
“I want this. And Bethy, I’m more than happy with you here,” Justin said. He was careful to be gentle with his touch, but he didn’t hide how much he wanted her.
“We’re both very happy and want this to be what we all want…together.”
She let out a long breath and smiled. “I want.”
“Then, baby, let
me see you,” Paul said, his eyes sparking with heat as he traced his fingers along the wet outline of her breasts over her shirt, and turned her to face Justin.
Guiding her head on to his shoulder, Paul supported her as Justin lifted her lower body in the water. With her legs on either side of his hips, Justin pressed his palm to the triangle of white lace, circled against her, feeling her heat spread on his skin.
Paul moved his hands to her right hip, tore at the lace, then did the same on the left hip, and exposed her trimmed, dark curls to their view.
“Everything about you is so beautiful.” Steadying her against his chest, Paul slid his arm beneath her, bent to cup her breasts, and slowly gathered the wet material in his hands. He lifted the shirt, exposing all her incredible curves. “I’ve been dreaming of seeing you exquisitely naked.”
Justin skimmed his hand up her belly and between her breasts, keeping a hand on her back to keep her high in the water. He spread his fingers over her throat, to her jaw, and used his thumb to part her lips.
As Justin supported her, Paul moved and lowered his head, kissing each breast and suckling their rosy tips.
A growl built deep in Justin’s chest, and his cock ached with need. His balls were so taut, he didn’t know if he’d last until he could be inside her, but Paul firmly cupped him, and Justin settled at his familiar touch.
“Better than I imagined,” Paul said, nipping around the tight buds, then sucking them hard between his lips.
She arched her back, pushing her center against Paul’s palm, and a sigh mingled with a groan as he slipped a hand between her legs and caressed her.
“Kiss me,” she said, wriggling in Justin’s hold, and reaching over her head to wrap her hands around his neck.
Justin turned her in his arms and sealed his mouth to hers. Tasting like sweet heaven, she swept past his lips, stroked over his tongue, and grinded herself on his erection.
Paul pressed up against her back, touching his lips to her shoulder, sliding his length along her slick heat, the head of his cock nudging Justin’s balls as he moved. He cupped Justin’s ass with his free hand and held them tight and comfortable in his arms.
“This is ecstasy,” she breathed.
Justin couldn’t agree more. He angled his hips and pushed up against her, loving how Paul felt coming at him from between her legs. Shivers raced through him as Bethany placed open-mouthed kisses across his jaw and down his neck, and he lifted his chin, searching for Paul’s mouth. He was greedy and wanted it all, but fuck, they’d granted him the night.
Paul crushed his mouth to Justin’s, thrust past his lips, and Justin sucked on the man he loved with all he had while holding the woman he loved against him. As need and desire built, he pulled back, biting his lower lip for control.
Why the fuck had he chosen the damn pool? The pool?
“Bethy, hold on to Paul and let me get some protection.” He lifted her against Paul, her legs moving with ease around his waist, and placed her hands on his shoulders.
She pushed up and out of the water, presenting a dark nipple for Paul to suck, and Justin almost came from the mere sight of the water sluicing off her body on to Paul’s face, as Paul’s tongue flicked over her.
“I’m protected and healthy,” she said, arching her back to offer Paul more.
Justin met Paul’s gaze. It had been three years since they’d been with anyone else, and they were both tested annually.
“I’m healthy,” Justin said, stilling his progression out of the pool.
“I’m healthy, too,” Paul said, moving to her other breast. He licked at the lush flesh. “Are you certain you want it like that, baby?”
“Yes,” she said, arching her back so his mouth was at her nipple again. “Please.”
Paul parted his lips and sucked her in, walking her toward what Justin knew to be the shallow end of the pool with a seating bench.
Seriously, why had he chosen the damn pool?
The water made it difficult for what he’d originally planned, and both of them taking her for the first time in these conditions wouldn’t be pleasurable for her.
But he was about to explode, and he couldn’t wait much longer. In order to make it good for all of them, he needed to get creative. Fast.
He moved to the little seating area, and sat on the edge to where Paul was bringing her.
“Bethy, I want your mouth on me,” he instructed.
Paul released her nipple and guided her toward Justin, placing her on her knees on the seating area. Her soft ass in the air, her full breasts brushing against Justin’s thighs, she crawled up between his legs, with Paul at her side.
Sliding his hand down her ass, Justin recognized the moment Paul pushed his fingers into her warmth by the way her back curved and she moaned in pleasure.
“You’re so wet, baby,” Paul groaned. “So wet, and not from the water.”
Justin reached between her legs, and circled his thumb on the tight little bundle of nerves at the top. With a welcoming touch, Paul guided Justin’s fingers into her warmth and groaned as she ground down and her muscles gripped them.
Paul closed his other hand on Justin’s cock.
“Fuck.” Justin growled, thrusting his hips into Paul’s touch.
Paul held him firmly in his grasp, smoothed Bethany’s hair away from her face, and instructed her to watch. He eased his long body beside her, kept an arm curled over her back, and continued to drive her need with his fingers while he pumped Justin.
Her eyes were dark with yearning, as Paul worked Justin and her in sync. Her tongue swept over her lip, and Justin groaned. Bethany bent her head, closed her kiss-swollen lips around Justin, and sucked him into her mouth. She moved her hand over Paul’s and they stroked in tandem.
“Let me,” she said, licking beneath the rim of his head, and dipping her tongue into the weeping slit at the top.
Paul met her tongue, and for a brief moment, Justin thought he’d lose the fight on his control and spill his release. He sucked in some air, as she took him deep in her mouth, and Paul cupped his balls. Groaning, he covered Paul’s hand with his own, tangled the fingers of his other in her hair, and stilled her bobbing.
“Stop,” Justin growled. “Not like this. I’m not ready. I want you trembling with need before I come.”
He released Paul’s hand, and loosened his hold on her hair. They both stared at him, Bethany with a perplexed gaze, and Paul with eagerness to make it so.
“My night. My call,” Justin said, looking from one to the other. “You’re going to come all over Paul. Paul and I are going to come inside you. And we’re all going to come together.” He guided her mouth back to his cock. “Slow, loves. Gentle.”
Paul shook his head and grinned in ecstasy. He moved behind Bethany, positioned her knees farther apart, and slid into her.
“So good. So good together.” He curled over her body, meeting Justin’s gaze. “I’m not going to last long.”
Justin was having a hard time concentrating on anything but the feel of his cock stroking over her tongue and nudging the back of her throat. He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and fingers, pinching tenderly as she increased the suction.
She was close to the edge.
Her body went tense and her mouth lax, as she forced herself to breathe.
Paul’s thrusts grew harder and faster, pushing her up Justin’s thighs, so he held her close and watched as the flush of her orgasm spread in a pretty pink blush on her skin and Paul emptied into her with a guttural groan.
He collapsed over her spent body, which lay deliciously loose on Justin.
His mind rejoiced and his heart swelled at the knowledge that Paul and Bethany had found their pleasure together. So unlike other sexual experiences, this one didn’t have him needing his own orgasm to be satisfied.
Justin released a long breath and closed his eyes.
He was honestly happy, but still hard.
He
felt the laughter build in his chest, but held it back. One hand smoothed over Bethany’s cheek, the other curled around Paul’s nape, and he inhaled deep. A few breaths later, and she’d recovered and her tongue eased over his aching head, while Paul’s hand stroked his balls.
He may have been happy, but he wasn’t stupid.
He didn’t stop them.
Paul cupped and stroked, Bethany licked and sucked, and Justin was in heaven.
He thrust up and past her lips, feeling his release leave Paul’s hand and slide down her throat.
Together…they all lay spent in the water.
Damn fucking pool.
Next time, they were making love on a bed.
Together.
Chapter Twenty-One
“Bethy.”
Dream, she wanted to sleep and dream.
“Bethany, don’t fall asleep, baby. Not yet.”
If she scooted up Justin’s body, she could rest her head on his shoulder and drift off on a dreamgasm.
“Come on, Bethy. Let me help you up, and I’ll take you to bed.”
Nope. She was good. Warm bodies, hard bodies, and the soft breeze made for the perfect dreamgasm, oh, and those bodies…did she already think that?
“Come on, sweetheart. Don’t give in to it.”
Why not? She was exhausted. She deserved the peace. No, she deserved the tingles.
“I’ll take her,” Paul said, squatting beside them and pulling her into his arms. “I love carrying her. And we need to get her to bed.”
Bed?
She fought to open her eyes, and when she met Paul’s gaze, she couldn’t look away. Those eyes, those freaking telling eyes, not normal brown, but amber with gold flecks twisted her insides in a very nice way. They glinted with wicked promise, but somehow offered security.
“My bed?” Bethany asked a little hesitant.
“My bed,” he replied. “It’s bigger.”
Yes, she was glad they’d showed up at the club. And yes, she could spend hours between these men. It was definitely Justin’s intoxicating scent and the promise imbedded in Paul’s eyes that had her lady parts awake again and ready for more action. How could she want them again after what had just happened?