Knowing he’s getting off on this, too?
“Faster, Cate,” I grit out, my balls tightening up so hard and fast that it’s all I can do not to shoot. “Need you. Dylan… more. Please, fuck.”
Dylan makes another one of those gonna-make-me-come sounds, and then he gives me that second finger. I don’t want it for a hot second—fucking burns—then oh yeah. Hell yeah. I want it. So fucking good, my knees start shaking as he works my ass with the both of them.
“Oh, damn, boys,” Cate says breathlessly, her voice trembling with lust. She’s already off the stool, and now she rounds the corner of the island fast, loosening the straps of her dress as she stalks toward me like a lioness going in for the kill. When she stops right in front of me, the wicked smile on her plush lips widens, and she shrugs her shoulders, just a little… just enough to send her sundress fluttering to the floor.
She ain’t wearing a bra underneath, and the white lace panties she’s got on are so tiny they barely cover her.
I groan, and then her body presses against mine, hot soft skin like a brand as she wraps herself around me from the side, then goes up on her toes and kisses me.
My body tenses, and I’m not sure I can handle the intensity of both of them at once. That hot pressure is rising fast and fierce inside me, and I gasp against her parted lips, my hips jerking forward to thrust into Dylan’s mouth.
It would be so damn easy to come right now… but if I do, it’ll be just me. I need us.
I rip my mouth away from Cate’s, wrapping one arm around her soft waist to hold her tight, and try to breathe.
“Wait… a second,” I pant. “Dylan… hold up.”
He groans, as if he’s loath to let me go, too, but he rocks back on his heels, my cock sliding out of his mouth with a wet plop. He slides his fingers out of me, too, and then I’m the one groaning.
What, am I stupid?
I want them back. Now. But…
“I want you both so bad,” I manage to get out, my chest tight with the desire and the pleasure and, fuck, the love I feel for them. “I want us to all be together like we were before, you know, all of us at once.”
My cock is positively dripping, precum pooling from the tip and sliding down my wet shaft—wet from Dylan’s mouth. Dylan’s puffy, pink mouth that’s quirking up in a grin as he leans in to kiss Cate.
“I just wanna be close to both of you,” I say, ’cause as close as I am, that’s more important right now. I need them. “I can’t get enough of you, I need—”
I choke on it. I’m struggling, fighting with the feeling, words too difficult right now with all of this sensation, all this emotion, roaring through me. But my lovers, they’ve got me. Dylan tips my head back and kisses my throat—damn—and Cate reaches out, placing a finger to my lips.
“We know, Jack,” she says softly, all her wickedness replaced by care, compassion for me.
She takes my hand and leads me upstairs, Dylan following with his hand on the small of my back. When we get to the bedroom, she pulls me down on the bed, wrapping her plush thighs around me. I move to lower my face to her beautiful pussy, to take off her panties at least, but she stops me, shakes her head.
“Dylan,” she calls, and I feel his weight settle onto the bed behind me, his fingers running lightly down my back and across my ass.
“Oh, oh fuckin’ God,” I moan, looking between them desperately.
They’re both so perfect, this is perfect, and I’m still afraid, but now the fear is that they’ll stop.
“Where do you want me?” Dylan growls in my ear. “Fucking her ass, or yours?”
Cate moans, and shit, I can’t say I don’t do the same. There’s something about a guy as sweet as Dylan talking like that, so utterly filthy; something about the contrast makes my dick jump and my balls tighten.
I take a deep breath, crane my neck toward him, and kiss him, short and deep and biting.
“Don’t ask,” I remind him, and my voice is raw with sheer animal lust. “Just fuckin’ do the thing.”
Cate laughs, then groans prettily as Dylan puts a hand on my back and shoves me down on top of her. She barely gives me any time to get her amazing ass situated against me before she’s slipping her panties aside, pulling me forward and letting my cock slide into the blissful, liquid heat of her.
My eyes practically roll back in my head, she feels so good; I’ll never get used to how it feels to sink into her, not in a billion years. I dig my fingertips into the softness of her thighs, hooking her legs up around my hips so she can really take me deep, and for a second, I forget about anything other than the heaven I find inside her, every fucking time.
“Oh, God,” she moans, arching into me. “Oh, fuck, Jack. Watching you two together was so hot. I’m almost ready to come already.”
And that reminder… the heat of Dylan’s body is behind me, possessive and sure, and I drive myself deep into our Cate and then go still, holding my throbbing cock as far inside her as I can as I force myself to stay still and wait for him.
Cate’s eyes roll back, and I can tell by the pretty set to her lips that she’s about to beg me to move, but then she sucks in a quick little breath and looks over my shoulder at Dylan.
“Oh, God. Oh, yes,” she breathes out, her whole body trembling underneath me.
I hear the soft snick of the lube bottle, and then Dylan’s slick fingers slide up and down the crack of my ass, start to tease me again, pushing past that initial resistance and giving me back that taste of heaven he’d been showing me in the kitchen.
I groan, my cock jerking inside Cate’s tight heat, and push back against his fingers.
“So fucking sexy,” he mutters against the back of my neck, his fingers moving faster inside me. “So tight, Jack. Jesus.”
I’ve been inside Cate’s ass. I can imagine. And oh, fucking God, am I ever ready to be on the receiving end. Especially when he finds that spot again.
“Fuck,” I blurt, my balls almost bursting. “Hurry.”
Dylan laughs, and then my ass suddenly starts to burn, and I get that he’s pushed an extra finger into me. Stretching me the way we do Cate. And fuck if it doesn’t ride the line right between pleasure and pain. I can’t hold still. I’m fucking Cate before I can stop myself, pounding into her while he preps my ass, and if he doesn’t hurry up and fuck me, too, it’s going to be over for me before we get there.
“Dylan,” I gasp. “Dylan.”
His fingers are making me see fucking stars, and I grit my teeth, feeling ten kinds of desperate. This is torture.
Cate’s moaning underneath me. Already tightening around me. Her gorgeous body moving in all those ways that tell me how much she’s enjoying this, and she looks over my shoulder at Dylan and licks her lips.
“You’re being so mean, Dylan,” she pants. “I want you to drive him into me.”
“Not going… hard enough… for you… Wildcat?” I tease, every other word punctuated by a needy moan as Dylan’s relentless fingering pushes me to heights I’ve never experienced before.
She smiles into my face, then bears down hard, squeezing my cock like a vise.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan. “Oh fuck, fuck, you two are killing me. Dylan. Fuck me already. Jesus. H. Christ, man. My ass needs you.”
He lets out a low growl, and then his fingers are gone. I gasp, but before I can react, they’ve been replaced by something hot and thick, pressing into me. Oh… yeah.
This is what I need.
“Jack,” he growls, one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder.
Leverage.
I try to brace myself, but it’s impossible. There’s no preparing for it when his cock finally pushes into me, driving me forward into Cate and then rocking us back together as he pulls out. I cry out, swearing; it feels like he’s splitting me in two, like she’s doing her level best to turn me inside out from the sheer perfect tightness of her own body.
It’s too much.
Not enough.
It’s
fucking incredible.
They push and pull me between them, a duet of exquisite torture. I feel my eyes roll back as the three of us rock back and forth together, over and over again, faster and faster, until my entire body’s fucking shaking with the white-hot bliss of it.
I can’t think.
I can’t do anything.
I can only feel.
Feel, and hope like hell that I survive the feeling. They’re tearing me apart. Tearing every bit of who I thought I was down and giving me something new in its place.
“Jack,” Cate pants, her soft hands holding me tight as I pound into her.
“Jack.” Dylan’s voice, low and husky, rumbles through me as his thick cock slams into that magical spot he found in my ass, over and over, until I’m utterly wrecked.
It goes on for hours, or maybe for just minutes, I have no idea. I just know that my nerves are on fire, my skin is burning from their touch, and I’ve never been so perfectly, utterly ecstatic in my life.
“You feel so good.”
I don’t even know who says it, but suddenly Dylan’s mouth is on me, his hand around my throat tipping my head back, and he’s growling into my mouth like he owns me.
“I can’t last,” he mutters. “Too good. Wanted it too long.”
He pulls his mouth away and grabs both my hips, driving into my ass so hard that I fall forward onto Cate. Cate, whose plush body catches me. Cradles me. Starts to tighten around me as I take her mouth and own it. Claim it. Revel in it as she suddenly bucks beneath me, crying out.
“Oh, fuckin’ yes,” I groan, held tight between the two people who mean everything to me. “I’m gonna come.”
Cate’s tight sheath clamps down on my cock, hard, and it’s all I need to finally, finally let go.
Finally get the sweet release everything in my body is screaming for.
“Oh, fuck, oh yeah,” Dylan cries behind me, the hard-driving rhythm of his hips, slamming into my ass, suddenly stuttering as he starts to come undone. As the hot rush of his release fills me from behind, I drive helplessly into Cate, my own body taking over as it starts to unload inside her. I push back against Dylan’s wild thrusts, milking the bliss.
I give and take everything they have to offer, and I am utterly, entirely theirs.
And they’re mine.
They’re mine.
They’re mine!
This is the only thing that’s real. This is where I belong. And oh, fucking Christ, I am never giving this up.
24
Dylan
“Dylan Tater Smith!” comes my name from the speakers, followed by applause. I’ve been standing in this line, in the new suit that Jack helped me pick out, for what feels like forever. I almost don’t react to my own name, dumbstruck.
How the hell did anyone find out about “Tater”?
“That’s you, pal,” the guy in line behind me says. “You okay?”
I shake it off and smile. “I’m amazing,” I say, and walk across the stage to receive my handshake and my diploma.
It’s been a hell of a year so far. On top of everything else going on with my newfound triad, I’ve been killing myself trying to get this degree, and now it’s in my hand. It’s finally mine.
“Yeah! Tater!” I hear from the crowd. It’s Jack’s voice, shouting over the applause. He must be so damn pleased with himself, and I can’t help but grin from ear to ear.
“You deserve it, Dylan!” Cate shouts beside him.
I can’t get any luckier than I already am. Not by a single bit.
About a half hour goes by as the ceremony wraps up, and I finally push through the crowd and find Cate and Jack waiting for me.
“Look at you, hot stuff,” Cate teases, grabbing me gently by the lapels and giving me a quick kiss.
“You crushed it, bud,” Jack says, standing next to Cate. “Proud of you.”
“Yeah,” I say, reaching out for his hand.
He hesitates for a second, but pushes it away quickly and grabs hold, pulling me in for a tight hug, and my smile gets impossibly bigger. I’m so proud of him for getting past his insecurities. It’s been a couple of weeks now since we decided to keep the house, and it has been my pleasure to watch all of us grow together.
“So,” I continue. “Tater, eh? How’d they figure that one out?”
Jack lets go of my hand and raises his own hands up, palms out and open. “Hey, don’t look at me, pal, I didn’t tell them anything.”
“Much as I hate to agree with him,” Cate says, playfully poking Jack in the stomach, “I didn’t see him talk to anyone.”
“My beautiful, beautiful baby boy!” another voice joins in the chorus.
I turn around, still smiling like I might never stop.
“Mom!” I shout, opening my arms. She’s still up and about, still gorgeous, and she leans into my arms to return the hug. “I missed you so much. I’m so sorry I didn’t call. It’s been…” I look back at Jack and Cate, shrugging.
“Don’t you worry about it, baby,” she says, brushing my hair back and patting me on the cheek. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”
“But I forgot to call!” I say. “And I thought you went out to Florida after Sully’s funeral. How’d you even know about this?”
My mother grins, holding up an invite card. “Hendricks was a clever, clever boy, you know.”
“No way,” Jack says, laughing.
I take the invite, and open it up, reading it aloud. “You are cordially invited to the future graduation of our wonderful little Tater. You raised a hell of a son, and he’s become a hell of a man, and it’s my privilege to ensure that his skills as a chef are enjoyed the world over. Sincerely…” I can feel the heat hit my eyes, and I blink a few times, but there’s no holding out on the hoarseness that has taken over my throat. “Sincerely, Hendricks Sullivan, Esquire.”
“He loved you so dearly, you know,” my mom says. She looks over my shoulder and smiles. “The two of you, too. Don’t think I forgot your faces now.”
“Hey, Mrs. S,” Jack says.
“I hope you’re doing well, Mrs. Smith,” Cate says.
“Mom,” I start, “Jack, Cate and I have all decided to live together in the townhouse. I don’t think any of us could bear to sell it off anymore.”
“That’s good,” my mom says. “I would have kicked all three of you in the pants if you’d done otherwise.”
We all laugh at this, and I beam at how wonderful everything feels right now. It’s all just so perfect, and I feel so full that I could burst.
“Listen, dear,” my mom starts, “I’m in town a while, and I’ve been thinking about coming back up this way. I’ve got to go meet your Aunt Sylvia for drinks. You know how she gets.”
I roll my eyes. “Yep. The classiest pickle in the North End.”
She flicks my chest. “Watch it, young man. And don’t be a stranger. Call me, we’ll get together. I’ve been waiting for this day, you know.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, if you think I hadn’t been slowly building up my references list while I worked for Sullivan, you’re crazy. I’ve cooked for people who have become very important these days. People that I think might really like to meet my professional chef of a son.”
I laugh, and can hardly believe my good fortune. “Mom, you don’t have to do that.”
“Hey, let the lady do you a favor, eh?” Jack says.
“We’ve got your back, Mrs. Smith,” Cate follows.
“You better!” my mom says. She looks back at me and smiles. “I’d do anything for you, you know that. But this is the one gift that I’ve wanted to give you for years now. Ever since you picked up your first spatula in my kitchen. You call me, and we’ll get those calls made, hear me?”
“I hear you, Mom,” I say, and kiss her on the cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby boy,” she says, hugging me. “I gotta run. Call me.”
“I promise!”
She scurrie
s off, and I turn back to Jack and Cate, who are both grinning from ear to ear.
“I love that woman,” Cate says. “She’s always been the sweetest person in the world to me.”
“She might be the only person whose cooking I enjoy more than yours,” Jack says.
“Guess I got my answer on how they found out about Tater,” I say.
“Hey,” Jack says. “Sully always had our number. Right from the beginning.”
“How about a little graduation afterparty?” Cate says, narrowing her eyes playfully as she slips her hand inside her purse, taking out a room keycard. “I took the liberty of booking us a room.”
Wow. I didn’t think this day could get any better. I’ve never been happier to be so wrong.
25
Cate
“Of course, Dr. Salisbury,” I say excitedly. “I can absolutely make those dates work out. I can send over my rate sheet so we can determine the best fit for you and your wife, and then we can move on to colors and themes and ensure that your office space integrates seamlessly with the rest of your home, while maintaining two distinct spaces.”
I’ve been a busy little bee. We all have. Dylan’s mother made good on her promise a couple of weeks ago, and Dylan was set up with a shot at one of the biggest hotels in Boston. If he succeeds there, and I know he will, he can write his ticket anywhere he wants. Maybe a year of good solid work, and who knows where he’ll be? For now, he seems positively giddy about his new day job, and comes home in a great mood every day.
Jack has been good as well, as far as I can tell. We don’t hear a lot about his cases, but he’s been home earlier than usual these days. He apparently made a very good impression on the partners at his firm right around the time his condo caught fire, and seems to be really gunning for a partner spot of his own. It couldn’t happen to a better guy; I really hope it comes through for him.
As for me, I’m just focused on my work. I still run kickboxing classes at the gym, and I decided to start reaching out to a few connections through there. I think I’ve just landed my first client, in fact. The thought of becoming an independent designer away from the tyranny of the MacMillan empire—out from under the thumb of my mother—fills me up with bubbles inside.
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