by Maxene Novak
Dorian grabs the remote control and turns it to a music channel. We talk and goof off for a while. Before I know it, I have a definite buzz and cut myself off. I sit back on the couch and watch as Dorian and Adam dance together to some 90s hip hop song.
I laugh as they goof off and make “sexy” faces at me. They look at each other and then rush for me, pulling me off the couch and onto the floor with them. I wrap my arm around Adam's neck and dance with him.
I feel Dorian moving behind me, his hands moving gently down my waist and onto Adam's, pulling us closer to him. I look up between them and gasp when I see Dorian lean over and kiss Adam.
I don't move, I don't dare to. My heart crashes to the floor when Adam responds, returning Dorian's advances. I move to get away, but Adam stops me and his lips crash onto mine.
I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth. A warmth spreads throughout my entire body, the closer he pulls me the more aroused I become. I can feel Dorian pressing into my back, one hand on my hip and the other linked through our arms, stroking Adam's side. I find myself encompassed completely.
My lips move of their own accord and I kiss him back. I try to think about it for a moment, rationalize what was about to happen, but I know that Adam would never put me in a situation where I could be hurt. If I was uncomfortable he would know. No matter how inebriated and horny he is.
I don't think he quite expected me to follow through so fervently but I can’t help myself. There’s something about being wanted by both of them that fuels my desire, and my hands make their own path up Adam's body.
My hair is brushed aside and the next thing I know Dorian's lips graze slow, deliberate, and torturous kisses down my neck to my pulse before sucking gently. I moan once again.
A fire is ignited within me, I cannot keep my hands from Adam's body and I welcome Dorian's touch. It should bother me when he kisses Adam again, but it doesn't; their passion only seems to feed mine and it's not like they're leaving me lonely.
I'm not sure when it happened but I'm pretty sure Dorian is the reason why we end up shirtless not too long later.
Our kisses become frenzied and my arm reaches up, pressing Dorian's exploring mouth into Adam's as I grind my hips into his purposefully. I can feel the bulge in his trousers and it sends a rush through me.
There's a nice haze over us, the music is pounding but only loud enough that we wouldn't be disturbed. I note then that it's almost as if we are in a dance ourselves.
Before long we end up in the bedroom, a trail of clothing scattered across the floor, and I know already that I'm wet from anticipation. Adam lowers the garment in question to the floor, kissing tenderly down the tops of my thighs as he does and Dorian is behind me again, kissing along my neck, his arm around my waist as his fingertips trail along my abs, causing a pleasurable shiver to run the length of my body.
Adam teases his tongue back up my inner thigh and so close to my center, before I can control myself my hips rise of their own accord with a wanton moan.
Dorian has since started his own path and caresses my breasts, squeezing my nipples between smooth fingers.
Adam's tongue slips between my legs then, flicking briefly over my sensitive flesh and sending another pleasant wave through me; he delves lower, dipping his tongue into me and I gasp.
"Don't stop," I whisper, my hands tangling into his hair and encouraging him to stay while I bite my lip in intense pleasure.
Dorian's lips move on to the back of my neck, I feel the goosebumps rise at the touch of his mouth in such a sensitive spot and I moan deeply. As he kisses a trail down my spine, his fingers entangle with Adam's and I can feel my ecstasy building. It still feels like I'm encompassed completely, but I feel safe. I've never been so turned on in my life.
My body gives a small spasm of pleasure before I encourage them both back into a standing position. I immediately reach for Adam's belt and tug it loose, allowing his pants to drop to the floor in a pile.
He steps out with ease, while I purposefully press myself into the obvious erection through his black Calvin Klein boxers. This pulls a moan from my and his lips.
He presses harder into me, kissing me deeply and backing me towards the bed, I can feel his stomach quivering against mine and I reach down to tug his boxers down so I can feel him fully against me. This causes my senses to explode briefly at the contact.
The warmth of his shaft against the inside of my thigh, the feel of his skin from one end of my body to the other is exquisite.
I encourage his lips to my neck and he sucks pleasantly while grinding circles between my legs, pressing closely in all the right places.
I see Dorian out of the corner of my eye then, standing behind Adam, flushed, beautiful and naked. He's even more statuesque naked than he is clothed.
Then I notice what he's doing, his hand is around his own member tugging pleasantly at it and he smiles seductively, watching us closely.
It's almost as if Adam knew and felt the rush of excitement between Dorian and myself; he presses the tip of his penis to my clit, rubbing it sensually and we both moan.
I don't let him finish teasing me. I have passed the point of being more than ready. I reach down and pull him smoothly inside with a short gasp at the pleasurable entrance.
I kiss Adam again but I feel Dorian's movement. He is so close to us that I can feel his heat circle ours as he presses himself inside Adam.
I should be bothered by it but the fact that Adam seems to enjoy it and kisses me deeper only seems to thrill me more. I lift my legs and wrap them around his waist, one foot on Dorian's back keeping him pressed against Adam and the other pressing Adam deeper inside me.
There is nothing but the sounds of our pleasure filling the room now. Adam pushes into me faster just as Dorian's pace picks up and before I even realize what I'm doing, my hand reaches around to feel the former professor’s shaft and touch his balls gently in encouragement.
This definitely seems to spur them into a fervor because Dorian's thrusts become more intense, as well as Adam's, increasing my pleasure.
I feel my orgasm coming and I increase my own speed and moan loudly. The more my inner walls grip Adam inside me, the louder he moans before finally, as mine hits, he pulls out.
"Oh God!" he whispers, just as he finishes and a few moments later, Dorian follows. We collapse in a heap on the bed and I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one to have fallen asleep almost straight away.
I feel the light press of Adam kissing my collarbone and drawing me close before finally drifting off completely.
Chapter Eight
I wake to Adam's light snoring. Sun shines through the curtains, hurting my eyes as I try to get my bearings. My head is killing me. I look at the bedside table and see a glass of water with some aspirin. As I reach for them I see a note.
Drink the whole glass and join me for breakfast.
D.
Right, we went to Dorian's last night. I take the aspirin and drink the glass of water. When I look down at Adam, his eyes are barely opening.
“Hey,” I say softly. “Good morning.”
I lean down and give him a kiss. I remember everything. I can't say that I'm surprised at myself. Sure, I've never done it like that before. It's not exactly how I envisioned my first time with Adam, but I can't change it now. It's not like Adam seemed to—
“What the hell happened?” he asks, sending my heart to the pit of my stomach.
“You… don't remember?” I ask and he nods.
“I remember, but…” he quickly gets out of bed and races around the room grabbing his clothes.
“Adam, what's wrong?” I'm unsure of how to handle his reaction.
“We just had a threesome with Dorian,” he says as if to remind me. “Perfect way to start a new relationship.”
“Okay.” I understand where he's coming from. “But it happened.”
“Yeah and you let it happen!” he spits, getting red in the face. “You were okay with it.”
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nbsp; “So were you.”
“I know,” he whispers, putting his jeans on.
“Everything, alright?” Dorian asks, leaning against the door frame.
“No, it's not!” Adam responds angrily, pulling his shirt on.
“Adam, let's all be adults and discuss this at breakfast.” Dorian attempts to soothe him, tucking his hair behind his ears.
“At breakfast?! You really expect me to sit down and be calm?!”
“No.” Dorian shrugs. “I was hoping for that rare chance seeing how lucky I've been here lately.”
“Too lucky!” Adam retorts.
“Your turn,” Dorian retorts with a huff. He crosses his arms haughtily and leaves me and Adam alone.
“Adam, come on,” I pull on his arm. “He's right. We should be able to sit down and talk about this like adults.”
“I know,” he sighs. “I'm just so confused. Last night…”
“It was confusing. We can figure it out. Together.”
“I don't want to hurt anyone.” I can see the fear in his eyes.
“You won't,” I reassure him. “I'm not stupid, Adam. I know you still feel something for Dorian by the way you look at him, but I know I'm in there too.”
His eyes widen in surprise, but he nods his head.
“Let's go sit and have breakfast,” I tell him, lacing our fingers together. “We talk with Dorian and get this figured out, okay?”
He sighs and I pull us to our feet.
“I'm going to get dressed.” I kiss his cheek. “You go and see about food.”
He leaves the room and I hurriedly get dressed. When I walk into the dining area, Adam has a plate of food waiting for me.
“Thank you.” He simply nods.
“Okay!” Dorian says, folding his newspaper with a flourish and rising from the day bed. “Can we now discuss things properly, Adam?”
“Let's get this over with,” he replies lowly.
“Who first then?” Dorian asks, but continues, “Why am I even asking? I'll go first—last night was sexy and exhilarating!”
“Of course you'd think so! You don't give a damn about anything!”
A flash of hurt shines in Dorian's face but it's quickly erased with annoyance.
“Excuse me!” he responds, moving to face Adam. “I'm only trying to get your band signed. It wasn't just about talent, Adam!”
“Oh shit,” I mutter, and I can tell Dorian immediately regrets what he said.
“This is all just a ploy to get in my pants?!” He slams his chair back and looks irately at Dorian. “You left me, remember?!”
“Yes,” Dorian voice is soft as he lifts his chin. “It was a mistake.”
“I believe that,” Adam replies sarcastically. “I thought you were meant for bigger and better than me?”
Dorian bites his lip and hangs his head.
“That's not what I said. I said I was meant for bigger and better things than teaching and I wouldn't be around like you needed. I knew you were in love with Nova. I knew you could be happy and move on without me.”
“I do love Nova,” Adam says, his voice cracking. “I thought I could have a real shot with her and you ruined that.”
“No, he didn't,” I remark, defending Dorian. “What happened last night doesn't change how I feel for you.”
“How doesn't it?! I enjoyed sex with Dorian.”
“Did you enjoy sex with me?”
“Yes,” he says immediately.
“Okay,” I reply, shaking my head. “So, I liked sex with Dorian too.”
Adam walks over to the couch, shaking his head and takes a seat. I quickly follow him while Dorian plops down on a chair opposite us.
“Well, we can all agree on something,” he comments with a sexy smirk. “We all enjoyed me.”
Adam rolls his eyes and I give him an incredulous look.
“Not helping,” I tell him and he shrugs.
“I don't see a problem with this,” Dorian continues innocently. “A beautiful woman, a sinfully enticing man and Adam…”
He lets his sentence drift off and peers at the two of us, resting his hands behind his head.
“I'll admit,” he crosses his legs, “I wouldn't mind being in the middle next ti—”
“There isn't going to be a next time,” Adam responds, cutting him off. He gets up, running his fingers through his hair.
“Adam, really?” Dorian's hands come to rest on his bare stomach. “If sex has taught me anything at all it's that you intimately come to understand your partner or in our case… partners.”
“What are you getting at?” Adam asks.
Dorian gets up and walks into Adam's personal space, giving him a seductive smile.
“You felt something,” Dorian says softly and his eyes connect with mine. “We all did, for each other. It's going to happen again. Whether individually or together, but this…”
He grabs Adam's waist and pulls him close, pressing himself hard into Adam. He barely suppresses a low groan when Dorian's hands begin to wander. My lack of being disturbed by this surprises me. If anything, I'm becoming more aware that it has the opposite effect.
Dorian reaches down and pulls me up behind Adam, placing my hands around his waist. I watch the goosebumps form on Adam's neck as my hands slide under his shirt.
“This is what you really want,” he whispers against Adam's lips.
Adam quickly leans forward and kisses Dorian while my hands slip beneath the waistband of his pants, but he quickly squirms from between us.
“Stop!” He holds his hands up in protest. “We're not doing this.”
“But you want to,” Dorian coerces, giving him a quick look over. “That much is obvious. What about you?”
Dorian's eyes settle on me and he moves in quickly, capturing my lips in a hard but deeply stirring kiss. His tongue brushes against my lips, but Adam pulls us away from each other before I comprehend my body's reaction.
“Enough!” I can see tears in Adam's eyes. “This isn't right. Why do you get to walk back in my life and make things harder!”
“You invited me,” Dorian quickly corrects him. “I simply opened communication and professionally want to get you where you deserve to be.”
“And sleeping with me had nothing to do with it?” Adam asks, shaking his head.
“Well, no,” Dorian replies, running his fingers through his hair. “Not at first.”
Adam throws his hands up in exasperation.
“So much for figuring this out,” he says quietly and makes his way for the door.
“Adam, don't leave,” I call after him but he opens the door and walks out anyway.
I move to follow him, but Dorian catches my arm.
“Let him go,” he says, staring at the closed door. “He needs time to think.”
“He shouldn't be alone right now,” I argue but Dorian cocks his head.
“How exactly do you think you can help him?” he asks, reaching into a cabinet and pulling out a flask.
He pours a drink and hands it to me, opting to take a drink out of the flask itself. Normally, I don't drink the morning after, but I think this is a good reason.
“I don't know,” I quickly drink the warm alcohol. “Talk to him, I guess.”
“Don't you deserve to talk also?” He gives me an inquisitive look. “Just because you understand what happened, doesn't mean you aren't questioning yourself, and then there's me. We all have something to lose here. I may not always be forthcoming with emotions, but I, too, can be fragile.”
He sits down by the corner of the couch and looks at me with a small smile.
“You?” I ask and he nods. “You seemed to be all for this.”
“Well, I am,” he pursing his lips. “Doesn't make it any less confusing for me.”
“Because you love Adam too,” I say and he nods.
“Don't leave yourself out of the equation,” he comments as I sit down beside him. “You are—among the confusion. I'm interested to see where these feeli
ngs for you go. I desire you both and while I can—I'd like to have you both.”
“Really?” I ask and he gives me a wink. “Okay, since we're being honest. You're not so bad yourself.”
“Ball of Confusion!” Dorian sings playfully. “Maybe you could… help me clear some things up.”
He bites his lip and caresses my thigh, sending pleasant shocks through my body. He pushes his way on top of me, pressing his lips to mine as we lie back on the couch. He's bulky and so warm. He kisses me with the same passion Adam does, with the same passion I saw when he kissed Adam.
His hand moves up my thigh and he presses his thumb hard between my legs making my breath hitch. Should this be happening? Adam…
“He'll be okay,” Dorian whispers as his lips move to my neck. “We wanted more, but he left. I don't think he'll care if we finish what we started with him together.”
Adam did seem to want this. He kissed Dorian himself. A gentle nip at my collarbone brings me back to the present. My hips rise to meet his as he pulls himself up to undo his belt. He stops when my fingers trail down his rippled stomach.
I quickly unfasten his belt and he gets off the couch to undress. I undo his pants and I'm quite pleasantly surprised at his lack of undergarments. He steps out of his clothes and moves to climb on top of me, but I stop him and take his hard shaft in my hands.
He groans as my fingers slowly massage him and his hips move against me, increasing the friction. My tongue caresses the tip and I take him into my mouth. His fingers bury themselves in my hair. I can tell he wants to push me onto him and is trying not to so I push him deeper into my mouth.
He gasps for air as I work my mouth and tongue around him. I pull his hips hard, forcing him deeper inside my mouth. He starts pressing his hips slowly in and out as I feel his tension rise. He pulls himself out of my mouth and pushes me down onto the couch.
He straddles my hips, pulling my shirt off as I push us further onto the couch. I'm naked before I can even think properly and his tongue is grazing my hip bone, making me bite my lip. When his mouth settles over my most sensitive area, his tongue flits fast over and over; I can barely comprehend how good it feels.