by Jess Dee
Max sat at the table in the center of the room, watching the scene of domesticity unwind around him. Trev and Grace were obviously comfortable with each other. They laughed and chatted and passed each other plates and cups as if they’d been doing it their whole lives. Damn, he liked it. Liked it altogether too much. He could get used to sharing a kitchen with Trev and Grace.
Pity it wasn’t an option, now that Grace had the spare room.
Thoughts of domestic bliss scattered when Grace dropped a teaspoon. She leaned over to get it and Max was a goner. With her ass pushed up into the air and her pussy fully exposed to him, his erection went from hard to concrete in a second.
“Trev?” he said as Grace straightened once again, oblivious to the effect she had on Max.
Trev turned to him. He took one look at Max’s face and his eyes grew a good shade darker than usual, a sure sign of arousal.
“You know those fantasies you’ve spoken so much about?” Max asked, his voice scraping against his throat.
Grace froze, her teaspoon suspended above her cup.
Trev’s gaze darted from Max to Grace and back to Max again. “Which ones?” he asked carefully and pressed his hand against his cock as though trying to ease some hidden pain.
Max glanced at Grace. “The one about you making love to Grace…”
“You fantasized about that?” Grace asked with a squeak.
“Oh yeah, sweetheart.” Trev shot her a smile so sensual Max almost groaned. “More than fantasized. I jerked off to thoughts of making love to you.”
Grace gaped at him.
Trev’s eyes grew darker. He wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped it slowly. “Every night, Gracie. Every damned night. I’d stroke myself, like this, until I came, thinking about you.” He watched Grace watch him.
Max swallowed. The very air around him thickened. The heady scent of arousal filled the room.
“Thinking about you—and Max,” Trev said.
“You still wanna stroke yourself?” Max asked. “Still wanna fantasize?” Hell, talking was a bitch. Too damn hard.
Trev turned the full force of his aroused gaze on Max, taking his freaking breath away. “Ah, baby, I don’t wanna fantasize at all.”
Desire fizzled up his spine. He patted the table. “Then come here, lover. Come sit right in front of me.”
Trev dropped his toast and walked toward Max. His erection bobbed in front of him. Max couldn’t take his eyes off it. It was just a couple paces from the counter to the table, but it seemed as though Trev were crossing the room in slow motion.
When he finally placed his butt—his hard, muscular, sexy-as-all-hell butt—on the table in front of Max, it was all Max could do not to lean down and lick him. All fucking over.
“Grace.” Max’s voice sounded like someone had scratched his throat with nails.
“Uh-huh?”
God, her voice. So silky, so feminine.
“You up to making Trev’s fantasy a reality?” Max didn’t look her way. He couldn’t. He was too enchanted by Trev’s dick, by the way it slapped against his belly, leaving a light, wet trail in its wake.
He couldn’t resist. Couldn’t help himself. He leaned in and licked Trev’s stomach clean.
Grace had not responded by the time he lifted his head. “Grace?” he asked again.
“I…I’m not sure.”
The last thing he’d figured on was Grace having doubts. After what they’d done in the lounge room, he was pretty sure she’d be up for anything.
“She’s lying,” Trev whispered.
“She is?” Max asked, desperate for confirmation.
“Uh-huh,” Trev rumbled. “She’s playing with her nipples. Cupping her breasts.” Precome leaked from his tip as he spoke. “She has one hand on her…in her… Ah, fuck!” His voice broke. He breathed. Breathed again. “Max, fuck. You need to see her fingers. They’re wet. Sleek and shiny with her pussy juice.”
He swallowed. “She’s touching herself?”
Trev’s breath was erratic. “Fuck, yeah.”
“Her finger’s in her pussy?” Max grew a little lightheaded.
“Going in as we speak. Not one. Two fingers.”
“H-how does it look?”
“So good. So fucking good.” Trev grabbed Max’s head. “Jesus, Max. Suck me. Now. Suck my cock. Please.”
How could he resist? How could he refuse?
He dipped his head and enveloped Trev’s cockhead with his mouth. Trev’s taste exploded on his tongue, and he sucked him in deeper. Deeper still. Jesus, he wanted to eat him whole.
Wanted to, but didn’t. Even though Trev was gasping above him, bucking his hips to try to get deeper.
Max pulled off him. “Easy, lover,” he soothed, as much to himself as to Trev. “I have other plans.”
He reached for the goodies he’d retrieved from the bedroom and ripped the package off a condom. “Grace,” he rasped, “you wanna come over here and help me with this?” He placed the condom on the tip of Trev’s weeping cock.
Soft footsteps echoed, then his hands weren’t the only ones touching Trev. Slim, feminine fingers, some of them wet, with nails the color of pearl, helped him roll the condom on, covering Trev’s shaft.
Her fingers didn’t stop there. They trailed over Trev’s balls and down, and when they could reach no further, they trailed back up again.
Trev released his breath in a hiss.
Stars. Max was seeing fucking stars. “Lie back,” he told Trev, who instantly stretched out over the table.
Christ, he looked like an Adonis, his ripped body on display for both Max’s and Grace’s pleasure, his cock standing proud and sheathed and ready.
“Grace?” Max held out his hand to her, and she placed her palm in his, fingers still damp. His heart swelled. By taking his hand she’d given him both her trust and her consensus. Grace was about to become an integral part of his and Trev’s lovemaking. “You’re gonna straddle him, on the table. Think your legs can handle it?”
“Oh yeah,” she said, her voice a light caress in his ear. “Question is, can he handle me?”
“Don’t wanna handle you this time,” Trev told her. He licked his lips. “I wanna fuck you ’til we both come screaming. ’Til we all three come screaming.”
“Well, since you put it so eloquently…” With Max’s help, Grace climbed onto the table and slung one leg over Trev’s waist. Trev wound an arm around her shoulders and pulled her down for a long, hot kiss.
Perched as she was, leaning forward, her breasts molded to Trev’s chest, her butt stuck in the air, Max could not resist. Stepping behind her, between Trev’s legs, he leaned in and ran his tongue over her pussy. Grace shuddered.
Dear God. The woman tasted like mountain dew. Well, like he imagined mountain dew to taste, anyway. Fresh, sweet and intoxicating. He burrowed in closer and licked her from her clit to her ass and back again.
Grace writhed beneath his mouth, her groans muffled by Trev’s kiss.
It had been so long since he’d sipped from a woman’s body, licked at her juices, caressed her soft curves. He couldn’t get enough of Grace, didn’t want to stop. He licked her and licked her and as he did, he palmed Trev’s cock and fondled his balls. He licked her until her butt clenched, her pussy pulsed and she came, ripping her mouth from Trev’s and throwing her head back with a wild cry.
As she orgasmed, Trev bent his knees and placed his feet on the table, an invitation Max welcomed. With Grace’s juices fresh in his mouth he dipped even lower and sampled Trev’s hidden treasure.
Holy fuck! The taste. The contrast. Like replacing white wine with single malt scotch. Spun sugar with dark chocolate. The flavors burst in his mouth and he laved Trev as hungrily as he’d licked Grace.
Trev’s hips lifted off the table as he groaned Max’s name.
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bsp; Grace, still trembling from her orgasm, bucked her ass closer to Trev.
Shit, he didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to remove his tongue from Trev’s hole, but if fantasies were going to become realities, he had no choice. He pulled away—although Trev swore in objection—put his hands on Grace’s hips and guided her down, onto Trev’s massive erection.
It was anyone’s guess which of the three of them moaned loudest when her pussy lips parted over the tip of Trev’s dick and he slipped inside.
Sweat trickled down Max’s back as Grace enveloped his lover’s shaft inch by inch. They looked good together. Like every fucking fantasy come to life. Like every wet dream Max had ever had.
Hell, he had to taste them, had to see if they tasted as good together as they did apart.
Once more he dipped his head in. He swept his tongue over Trev’s balls and up to the place where his dick met Grace’s pussy. Not enough. Not nearly enough.
Her juice trickled over Trev’s base, and Max feasted for a moment or two. Then he spread Grace’s cheeks and licked higher, finding her hole and sampling her there.
Grace exploded before Trev even had a chance to stroke into her.
Trev’s moan reverberated down Max’s spine. “That feels good. So fucking good.”
Max’s dick was full to exploding. He couldn’t hold back anymore, didn’t want to. Grabbing a condom, he sheathed himself as Trev began to piston into Grace. Max squeezed a healthy dollop of lube from the tube and spread it liberally over his cock, not once taking his gaze off the couple before him. They looked so fucking hot. He could come like this, in his own hand, with a little lube, just watching them.
But that was not where he wanted to be. Not even close. He wiped his palms clean on a paper towel, placed his hands on either side of Trev’s butt, and slapped. Not too hard, just enough to give him a message.
Trev grabbed on to Grace’s hips and shuffled them both down the table until Trev’s butt rested on the very edge. “Hang on, sweetheart,” Trev rasped at Grace. “Prepare for the ride of your life.”
Trev lifted his right leg, placing his foot on Max’s shoulder, opening himself up to Max.
Ah, Jesus, Max was about burst a nut. He wanted Trev bad. So fucking bad. Watching him make love to Grace was killing him. In a good way. In an if-I-die-now-I’ll-go-straight-to-heaven kind of a way.
He bent his legs, positioned his cock at Trev’s opening and pushed. Not too hard. Just enough to breach his lover’s hole.
Trev grunted once and flexed his ass cheeks.
Max pushed a little harder.
“God, yeah,” Trev groaned.
Trev had never been this tight. This hot. Grace’s weight must be pushing down in all the right places. Max drove in again, unable to shift his gaze, watching as his dick disappeared into Trev.
Trev swore hoarsely.
One more thrust and Max was seated all the way, fully embedded in his lover’s ass.
He closed his eyes as sensation threatened to overwhelm him, bit his cheek to stop himself from coming there and then.
“That feel good?” Grace whispered.
“Christ, yeah,” Trev gasped. “Good like I’ve never felt in my life. Good like my fantasies never prepared me for.”
Grace sat up so her back pressed against Max’s chest and his hips cradled her ass.
Trev groaned even louder.
Keeping one hand on Trev’s hips, Max wound his other arm around Grace’s waist and ran his hand over her belly and up to her breast. She turned her head toward him, and the two shared a deep kiss.
“You taste like sin,” she whispered when she released his mouth.
“Not sin. Just you.” He looked at Trev. “And Trev.”
Trev licked his lips. His gaze moved from Max to Grace and back to Max again. His eyes shone. Love seemed to seep from every inch of Trev’s face.
“Ah, fuck.” Max couldn’t hold back the tide of emotion that swamped him. Christ, he loved Trev. And damned if he wasn’t falling for Grace as well. Falling like a ton of bricks. He couldn’t keep still a second longer. Couldn’t contain the need to pull out and thrust back into Trev.
He pulled his hips away, drawing his cock almost out of his lover’s hole, then thrust back in, burying himself to the hilt.
Trev cried out and bucked upward, driving into Grace, who gasped.
“God, more,” she cried. “More, more, more.”
It was all the encouragement Max needed. He lost his reserve, lost his inhibitions. He made love to Trev as though he’d never made love to him before, driving into him with every iota of passion and desire and lust that burned deep inside him. Driving into him relentlessly, exquisitely, over and over again.
And every time he drove into Trev, Trev plunged deeper into Grace. Their combined moans and panting filled the room, echoed off the kitchen walls. The scent of their passion, the dark musky male scent and Grace’s sweeter, honey-like aroma, made him half crazy.
In a way, he had never made love to Trev before. Not like this. Not with a third person adding to the rapture. Increasing the sensuality, the heat.
Not with a woman making love to Trev at the same time he did. Grace’s presence added a whole new dimension to their lovemaking. The experience was electrifying. Thrilling. Wanton and wicked. It was the epitome of rapture. Bliss. Pure, perfect, absolute bliss.
Lord, what the woman did to him. Filled up his senses, made him drunk on her wine. If she leaned back down over Trev, Max would happily pull his dick from Trev and slide it inside her. Make love to her at the same time Trev did.
Jesus, the thought made him even harder. It wasn’t possible, but it did.
No, he wouldn’t pull away from Trev. At this moment in time, nothing on God’s earth could make him pull away from Trev. He was exactly where he wanted to be. Buried inside the man he loved. And Trev was where he wanted to be. Buried inside the woman he loved, the woman they both loved. With the man Trev loved buried inside his ass.
The dynamics made him dizzy. Crazy, happy dizzy.
He released Grace’s breast and slid his hand down over her belly again, this time stopping only when he found her clit. The hard, swollen nub was warm and wet, and Max rubbed little circles around it, even as he slammed into Trev.
Grace’s whimpers filled his ears.
Trev looked at Max’s hand, then looked into his eyes. His ass clenched around Max’s dick. “I love you,” he mouthed. “I fucking love you,” he said out loud.
Max grinned then. A huge happy grin. “Love you too, baby.”
“And me,” Grace gasped. “Love me. Please. Both of you.”
“Ah, sweetheart,” Trev said, the heat of his gaze now directed at the woman on his lap. “I’ve loved you from the first minute you walked into my house.”
Max kissed her neck. “And I’m falling a little harder with every second that passes.”
“G-good.” Grace nodded. “’Cause I’ve already fallen. Hard.”
Blood roared in Max’s ears. He couldn’t see anymore. Could hardly hear. “Get ready to fall again,” he told Grace and stroked her clit a little faster.
Grace’s moan was long and steady. Her tension built beneath his hand. Her thighs stiffened and her muscles went rigid. She no longer moved, although her body rocked up and down, the effect of Trev pumping into her as he pumped into Trev.
“Oh, God, boys, I’m coming.” She panted. “Coming. Coming, coming…”
Her butt bucked against his hips, and her body was hit by a wave of convulsions. “Coming,” she cried one more time and then seemed to lose the ability to speak.
“Oh, fuck.” It was Trev who cried out now. “Too tight, too hot. Too…fucking good. Max, deeper. Fuck me, hard. Deep…deeper!”
Trev’s muscles clenched down around him, engulfed him. Trapped him. They held him firm, wouldn’t
let him move. Max’s nuts tightened, hard as marbles at the base of his cock. His vision blurred again. Red lights flashed before his eyes. Another power failure?
“Fuck, yeah. Max. Oh, Christ, Grace, Yes!” Shudders engulfed Trev’s body. Grace cried out again.
The light flashes turned to white. Pure, snow white. No. Not a power failure. A power surge. An electrical surge. Max exploded. Come pumped through his shaft, spurting from his dick into Trev’s ass. Over and over again. He came and he came and he came, harder than he ever had in his entire life. The orgasm seemed endless. Every clench of Trev’s ass around him seemed to tear another wad of come from his cock, every gasp from Grace’s lips made him pump it into Trev.
And he wasn’t alone. Grace’s clit still trembled beneath his finger. How he kept his hand there he had no idea. Wait, yes, he did. Grace’s hand held his in place. Held him firm as she rubbed against him, coming all over Trev.
And Trev. Oh, Jesus, watching Trev made him belt another wad of come from his dick. Trev’s eyes had rolled to the back of his head, his mouth had fallen open in a silent cry of ecstasy. He’d arched his back and every muscle in his chest strained against his golden, sweaty skin. The man was obviously lost in a nirvana as exquisite as Max’s own. As was Grace.
Dear God, had sex ever been like this before? A heart-pounding explosion of senses? A sensation that went on and on forever. Blinding flashes of light. And perhaps, most importantly, a knowledge, deep inside Max, that life would never be the same after this. Could never be. This experience, here in Trev’s kitchen with Grace and Trev, had changed him.
Whoever he was minutes ago, he was no longer that person. No longer a man alone. From now on, his life, wherever it took him, was inextricably woven with Trev’s and Grace’s. Whether they knew it or not.
Chapter Eight
Grace, Max and Trev lay in a tangle of sheets on Trev’s bed. Night had long since passed, and morning was but a memory. The late afternoon sun shone through the window, warming Trev all the way through to his toes.
Not that he needed more warming.