by Jess Dee
“Do it,” Max urged, his voice low and sexy as sin. “Touch him.”
As if she could stop herself. Armed with Max’s encouragement and a newfound strength in her convictions, she curled her fingers around the rigid shaft.
Trev’s breath escaped in a hiss. He straightened and threw his head back with a soft groan.
Her eyes closed as she absorbed his silky texture, his steel heat. She ran her hands up and down his length, loving the feel, loving his response—the harsh breath that rasped from Trev’s throat.
“Push his jeans down so he can take them off,” Max whispered in her ear.
Grace was curiously reluctant. She’d have to release Trev to do so.
As if sensing her dilemma, Max spoke again. “More freedom without pants. Better access.”
Ah, good points. She edged the jeans and boxers over Trev’s hips, pushed them down his thighs and let him finish the job.
Max was right. Way better access this way. Before Trev had kicked his jeans off, her hands were wrapped around his erection, one below the other.
“Hold him tighter,” Max instructed, “and ease your hands up and down real slow.” He cleared his throat as she followed his instructions. “Yeah, just like that.” As he spoke, he rocked his hips lightly, caressing her butt with his erection, or caressing himself on her butt, she couldn’t tell.
She didn’t care. Either way, the movement inflamed her. Heat flared between her legs. Her panties were sodden. Her mind was carefree.
“Now, faster,” Max said
Grace adjusted her speed. Trev groaned again.
“See?” Max’s voice was husky and soft. “He likes that.”
Grace watched, fascinated. As she stroked Trev, drops of precome beaded on his tip. She swiped at the wetness, coating her fingertip, then brought her hand up to Max’s mouth, offering him her finger while still pumping Trev with her other hand, exactly the way Max had instructed.
“You first,” Max growled.
What a gentleman. She popped her finger between her lips and licked it clean.
“Now me.”
A demanding gentleman. Grace repeated the action, dipping into Trev’s liquid and again offering Max her finger.
Max’s lips closed around her offering, the heat of his mouth sucking her finger in deep. He swirled his tongue around and around the tip, then closed his eyes with a sigh.
“Don’t swallow,” Trev said, his voice nothing more than a low growl. “Feed it back to Gracie.”
Max’s eyes darkened as he leaned toward her and captured her mouth with his. His tongue stroked over hers, once, twice, and she lost herself to the kiss, to the passion that danced through her veins, to the heat that burned in her pussy, to the taste that was uniquely a combination of Max and Trev.
When Max pulled away, Grace couldn’t help it. She licked her lips.
“You want more?” Max asked.
Grace stared into his huge blue eyes, entranced, and nodded. She didn’t just want more. She wanted everything.
“It’s right in front of you. Just turn your head and you’ll find it.”
He was right. Grace turned her head and there it was. Trev’s erection. He’d shifted while she and Max kissed. Now all Grace needed to do was lean over slightly and she’d be able to help herself to as much of Trev as she liked.
Max’s hand, the one resting behind her back, urged her forward, and she moved with the pressure he exerted until her lips touched the tip of Trev’s shaft.
“Lick it,” Max said.
She did. Licked every last drop Trev spilled. His salty essence burst on her tongue.
“Now share,” Trev insisted, and Grace straightened up and offered her mouth to Max.
Several moments passed before Max once again broke the kiss and urged her back to her task.
This time Grace did not stop with a lick. She lost herself in the joy of tasting Trev, pulling him slowly into her mouth, stopping to run her tongue around each new inch she sucked in.
God, she’d ached to do this since the first night she’d spent in his house. Since they’d sat talking in his kitchen ’til the early hours of the morning. Since they’d shared their first mugs of coffee and laughed themselves to tears about anything and everything.
Since she’d looked into his beautiful brown eyes and suspected he was a man she could fall for—forever.
Trev leaned forward, as did Max, and Grace knew that above her head they shared a kiss. A kiss she wanted to be part of, but not quite enough to relinquish her current position.
She made love to Trev’s cock, caressing it with her mouth, swallowing him down as far as she could get him. Compared to the way the men had swallowed each other in her bedroom, she was a novice. She compensated with her hand, caressing the bottom of his shaft.
Remembering how Max had wet his finger then slipped it between Trev’s butt cheeks, Grace grew bold. She licked the tip of a finger and ran it from Trev’s scrotum, back between the cleft of his ass and found what she sought. Not quite ready to do more than that, she simply stroked him.
The moan Trev released was guttural. It would have echoed through the room had Max not been kissing him. Instead Max caught it with his mouth and answered with a deft lick of his tongue.
Max and Grace. Together. Holding him. Touching him.
It was almost more than Trev could imagine.
Almost.
But four weeks of fantasizing had introduced several images in Trev’s mind, and the scene that played out around him now was just the beginning of those fantasies.
Grace slipped the tip of her finger just inside his hole.
Trev broke the kiss with a fierce growl and tore himself away from Grace’s salacious mouth and hand. He was close. Way too close.
It was Max’s hand that wrapped around his dick this time. Max who squeezed tight as Trev counted slowly to ten.
“Tighter,” Trev rasped, shaken by his lack of control.
Max’s fist squeezed around him. Trev took several large mouthfuls of air and prayed the urge would pass.
It did, finally, though not without pain.
“Okay?” Max asked.
One more deep gulp of air and Trev nodded. “Okay.”
“D-did I do something wrong?” Grace asked.
Trev rushed to reassure her, then stopped with a grin. Her brown eyes sparkled with devilry. She knew exactly what she’d done, and she knew she’d done nothing wrong.
Two could play at the same game. “Yeah,” he answered. “Just one thing. Here, lemme show you.” And with that, he plucked her off Max’s lap and sat her on the couch.
It took him all of a minute to divest Max of his clothes, then Trev knelt on the floor between the other man’s legs and winked at Grace. “Watch and learn.”
“Show me something I don’t already know,” Grace challenged, the devil still glinting in her eyes.
Trev opened his mouth, relaxed each muscle in his throat and showed Grace every trick he’d learned in his two years with Max. Max’s shaft was deep in his throat before Grace had even shifted closer to watch.
She gasped. “How do you do that?”
Max answered for him. “Practice.” A couple seconds passed before Max continued. “Lots of practice.” His voice was hoarse.
“Can you do that too?” Grace asked Max.
Trev pulled off him, then swallowed him whole.
“N-not…as e-effectively,” was Max’s shuddery reply.
Bullshit. Trev rolled his eyes. But the compliment was enough to make him increase his efforts about a hundredfold.
“How does it feel?” Grace asked Max. She squeezed her legs together and pushed her hand down on her groin.
“Incredible,” Max breathed. “Warm. Wet.” A tremor ran through his body. “Makes my cock tingle and my balls ache.” He panted a little and then a little more. “Makes my skin so tight, it’s like Trev’s mouth is reaching every inch of my body.”
Grace let out a soft whimper. “Watchi
ng you… Hearing you…” She hesitated. “It makes my skin tight too.” Her voice had dropped as though she were shy. “Makes me warm. A-and wet.”
Blood rushed to Trev’s head, making him dizzy. Lemme see!
“Warm and wet is good,” Max told her.
Trev sucked him a little harder.
“So fucking good,” Max gasped. His breath came in unsteady pants. “Show us, Grace. Show us how wet you are.”
The air dissipated around Trev. Vanished. Right about the same time Grace’s jeans came off. Her tiny red thong followed seconds later.
“Show us everything,” Max growled.
Christ, where did he find the lung capacity to talk?
Grace’s T-shirt hit the floor.
No bra. Her breasts stood round and firm, with tight, hard nipples beading on their tips.
Trev forgot what he was doing. He simply knelt where he was and watched Grace.
“I can’t see how wet you are,” Max rasped.
Grace spread her thighs, providing Trev with a picture-perfect portrait. Her pink, puffy pussy nestled between her legs, its lips glistening with her feminine cream.
Christ, her scent. It slipped through his nostrils, mingling with the muskier aroma of Max. Trev breathed as deep as he could, filling his oxygen-deprived lungs with their combined fragrance.
“Still can’t see,” Max muttered. Trev knew he was lying. His dick had just grown in his mouth. “Come closer.”
Grace shuffled nearer to him, spreading her legs wider in the process.
“Still too far,” Max grumbled. “Closer.”
“Max…?” The question was obvious in her voice.
“I can’t move, Grace. Trev has me…immobilized.” He took a deep breath. “Wonderfully immobilized. So you need to come closer. I need to see you. Every single inch of you.”
Max’s hand tangled in Trev’s hair, massaging his scalp.
Christ, it felt good.
“Max.” Grace’s reluctance was obvious. So was her arousal. Cream spilled from her pussy.
Trev sighed around Max’s cock, making him jerk into his mouth.
Deep-throating was no longer possible. Trev couldn’t see Grace clearly when he was so focused on his lover. But neglecting Max altogether was not an option. So Trev slid his mouth slowly around the top half of Max’s dick, up and down, around and around, watching Gracie the entire time.
“Closer, Grace,” Max directed.
Another whimper and Grace pushed herself to her knees on the couch.
“Still can’t see,” he complained.
Grace flushed crimson. The color seeped down her chest and along the tops of her breasts, but she stood up on the couch, and with a soft moan placed one foot on either side of Max’s lap, so her pussy was eye-level with Max’s face. Then she leaned down, resting her hands on Max’s shoulders for balance.
Which gave Trev a bird’s eye view of everything.
Fuck with a capital F! His dick grew a good inch.
“Better,” Max said with approval, although his voice was so husky Trev could hardly hear him. “Much, much better.”
The lights flickered, dimmed and vanished, plunging the room into darkness. Fucking power failure.
“What the…?” Max’s voice.
“Trev, the lights…” Grace’s voice. Silence ensued.
Then a soft feminine gasp echoed through the darkness, followed by a low, rumbling moan.
Trev swallowed Max’s dick. Grace cried out. Max might have sworn, but his voice was muffled.
Grace let out a long, soft cry that vibrated across the room and down Trev’s spine.
The lights shimmered, and the room was once again bathed in light. Trev looked up to see Max’s red tongue slip over Grace’s pussy, lap at the cream and dip between her folds.
Stars shuttered Trev’s vision. He blinked them away and took another look.
Oh, yeah. Max’s tongue was buried in Grace’s pussy, his mouth making love to her. Holy fuck. Grace looked delicious. Scrumptious. Not that Trev complained about the dick in his mouth. Or the drops of precome that Max fed him as he devoured Grace. Trev was pretty sure Max had never tasted this delectable, but Christ, Grace looked edible. And Trev was a very hungry man.
When Max dug his fingers in Grace’s butt cheeks and pulled, deliberately exposing every part of her to Trev, Trev gave up the battle. He wanted to taste her too badly to let the opportunity pass.
Releasing Max with a wet slurp, he stood. His dick was so fucking hard the movement hurt. Not important. He grasped Grace’s hips, dipped his head in and ran his tongue from the tiny dimple above her butt down her cleft until he found her sweet, hidden hole and feasted.
“Dear God,” was all Grace seemed capable of saying, her voice unrecognizable.
Trev would have feasted on Max’s tongue as well, would have loved to taste Grace’s juices in Max’s mouth, but at this angle he couldn’t quite reach. Never mind. He could more than satisfy his hunger on Grace.
Max’s fingers wrapped around Trev’s shaft, and as the two men enjoyed Grace’s tormented sighs and subtle flavor, Max pumped Trev, using the fluid that flowed from his dick to lubricate his actions.
How could he not return the favor? He slid his arm between Grace’s legs, found Max’s cock, still wet from his blowjob, and stroked.
Grace widened her stance and began to rock her hips in time with Trev’s licks. Or maybe in time with Max’s. Then it was Trev who had had to adjust his pace, lapping at her faster as she rocked more quickly.
A soft wailing pierced the air, increasing in intensity as Grace rocked faster. Juice from her pussy slid into the crease of her ass, and Trev sipped it as he licked her. When he stiffened his tongue and pressed it between her tight ring of muscle, Grace lost it.
She came screaming, her body convulsing, her ass clenching repeatedly. Neither Trev nor Max relented. They continued to feed on her, lapping up her nectar, licking at her pussy and ass. Grace came and came and came until her entire body went limp. Her legs shook, but she stayed where she was, sandwiched between Max and Trev.
Jesus, he was too horny, too aroused. He tore his face away from Grace, looked around her butt, and met Max’s mouth with his right beside Grace’s hip.
As he kissed the man he loved, kissed him as though he’d never kissed him before and would never kiss him again, Grace twisted around to watch them. Her hand, still shaking, crept down over her belly, and she touched herself.
It was all Trev could take. His balls tightened at the base of his dick, Max’s hand moved a mile a minute and Trev erupted. Stream after stream of come shot from his cock, landing fuck knew where.
Grace’s hand shook violently as she rubbed her clit, faster, faster, until her legs went rigid and she cried out. Fierce tremors shook through her.
Max moaned into his mouth and Trev tightened his grip and pumped harder, faster. He knew the exact moment Max lost control. Knew by the way his mouth slackened and his scrotum tightened.
He relished every pulse of energy throbbing through Max’s cock, every jet of come that hit his fingers. And he adored the scent that permeated the air. The honeyed sweetness of Grace’s release, and the salty muskiness of his and Max’s.
Grace’s knees gave in and she stumbled backward. Again, Trev caught her, although this time his reflexes weren’t quite so fast. Her weight tipped his balance and he went over, carrying Grace with him. They landed in a breathless pile on the floor, Grace in Trev’s arms.
Neither one had the energy to move, so they stayed right where they were, in a tangle of naked limbs.
Max’s low chuckle filled the room. “Don’t move. Either of you. If I can ever get my energy back, I’m taking both of you. On the floor. Just like that.”
Chapter Seven
Max gave in to the urge to join Trev and Grace long before his energy returned. He simply slid to the floor and inserted himself between the two of them, and for the next few hours all they did was talk. And talk and talk and talk
.
Grace told them about her family, and with every sentence she uttered Max came to understand just how shocking her discovery of him and Trev together must have been.
Grace and her parents were close. She’d never questioned them or their way of life before. Never had the need. Same-sex relationships—she’d learned the term from Hunter—were something other people were involved in. Not her and not her family.
And, as she’d explained, she’d never socialized with anyone other than her straight group of friends. She laughed, wondering what her girlfriends would think of her actions tonight, and with the next breath she cringed, wondering what her parents would say.
Trev suggested she not tell her parents just yet, and if she ever did tell them, she might want to consider leaving out some of the finer details. Grace was only too willing to agree, although the idea of keeping secrets from her family upset her.
Mostly Trev kept quiet, allowing Grace and Max to chat. Max was no fool. He knew Trev’s silence was deliberate. He wanted Max and Grace to get to know each other—quickly and intimately.
Trev needn’t have worried. Max was already infatuated with the blonde-haired, brown-eyed angel. Already imagining her naked on Trev’s bed, wearing nothing but a platinum chain and diamond solitaire around her neck, while Trev made love to her.
He’d insist Trev make love to her tonight. While he made love to Trev.
He’d ask Rachel to design the necklace on Monday.
The one thing Max didn’t mention was his jealousy, and fuck knew he was jealous. Jealous of Trev for having discovered Grace and spent all of this quality time with her without him. And jealous of Grace because Trev was obviously mad about her. Most of all, though, he was jealous of their living arrangements. He’d hoped, prayed, that the spare room in Trev’s house would be occupied by him. Instead, Grace had it. The current living arrangements meant Trev and Grace would have access to each other whenever they wanted, while Max would be stuck in his flat, a good fifteen minutes’ drive from here.
Yeah, the situation had changed. Yeah, Trev loved him now. But Trev was living with Grace, Grace was living with Trev, and Max was living alone.