by Nicki Rowe
Alex looks at me. “You're awfully quiet, Luck. Anything you want to add?”
My mouth is dry, but there is one thing I want more than anything in that moment. “Kiss me.”
Alex looks at Delcan, losing a little bit of his bravado, and asking permission if it's okay to kiss his man. Declan nods, kneading Alex's shoulder. “Kiss him, Alex,” he commands.
Alex steps forward, licking his lips. His eyes zero in on my mouth. I fist my hands in his mesh shirt, unable to wait any longer. My mouth comes crashing down on his, taking him in one fell swoop.
His lips are soft, perfect. He tastes like tequila with a hint of some fruity drink mixture. His kiss is hesitant like he can't believe this is actually happening. My hands are still fisted in his shirt, but I grind my hips into his, feeling his cock against me.
God.
Fuck.
Yes.
My tongue clashes with his, licking along the length and the inside of his mouth. His hands come up, cupping my cheeks, holding me to him. He takes control of the kiss, no longer hesitant. He devours my mouth, my moans, my spirit. His tongue is battling mine for dominance, but I let him win. I let him plunge his tongue into my mouth and explore and taste. He nips my lip, but licks away the sting. I'm breathless, but I don't want to come up for air. I just want him to keep kissing me, keep devouring me, keep taking whatever he wants from me.
The music of the club fades. Everything is gone except for Alex, this bruising, bring-me-to-my-knees kiss, and the presence of Declan at our side.
And then he pulls back, breaking the kiss. I open my eyes and look at him. His lips are swollen. He's looking at me a little dazed. We're both panting, it takes me a moment to realize where I am. The music and sounds of the club come flooding back. I want to kiss him again, but it's only fair that Declan gets his turn. Alex seems to read my mind and turns to Declan.
Declan is gentler in his movements, a contradiction to how he is in bed. It's why I love the way Declan kisses. His hand goes to the back of Alex's head, pulling him into his big body, never breaking eye contact. Alex's hands are on Declan's chest, balling the fabric. Alex is shivering. From lust? From being in Declan's arms? From the earth shattering kiss we just shared? I hope it's all three.
Their lips connect and Declan savors him slowly, like he has all the time in the world and all he wants to do is kiss Alex. They are fucking gorgeous together with the height difference, the contrast of Declan's golden-brown skin and Alex's light skin. The lights of the club are dancing off of their bodies. Alex completely melts into Declan, and I just watch them. Their kiss in unhurried, tender, opposite of the devouring I had given Alex only moments ago.
When they pull apart, Declan pecks his lips once more before he completely lets go. Alex looks dazed. He licks his lips again.
“You guys taste good,” he says, and I am not entirely sure he meant to say that out loud.
Declan chuckles. “As do you.”
I want to kiss him again, to hold him, but I refrain. “Agreed. Now how about that dance?”
Alex smiles. He reaches out both his hands, one to me and one to Declan. We take them without hesitation and he leads us to the middle of the dance floor.
Declan
God, kissing Alex was like a dream. He's so responsive, so sweet. I nearly died when his tongue stroked against my own. Exploring the depths of his mouth was one of the best things that have ever happened to me. So far. I am sure sticking my dick in his sweet heat will top that kiss.
Watching him kiss Callum had been something as well. I waited for the normal jealousy I get whenever I see Callum kissing someone we picked up for the night, but it never came. I only felt contentment and lust watching them.
I don't want to dwell on the reason why I don't feel jealous that Callum and Alex kissed. I just want to enjoy this night while it lasts. I want to have a perfect night before we all go back to our lives in the morning.
Alex is sandwiched between Callum and I, his perfect ass grinding against my front, his front grinding against Callum's. My hands are on his waist, my fingers flexing because I just want to touch him everywhere and all at once, strip him of his too tight pants and that mesh top that leaves nothing to the imagination, but somehow also leaves you guessing what is underneath. I want to see Callum pushing into Alex's tight hole while I watch from the chair by the window in our room. Voyeurism is another thing that made me jealous, watching Callum fuck another dude really made the green monster come out, but with Alex there was no green monster, just the anticipation of seeing him and Callum fuck each other. I don't even know if Alex is verse, but I like the idea of him getting fucked by and fucking Callum.
The song ends, but I don't want to let go of him. I look over his shoulder to see Callum looking at me, gauging my reactions probably, but I just smile. Right now, in this moment, everything is perfect.
“Let's go,” I say, hauling Alex's body closer to mine, nuzzling the side of his neck with my nose. Damn his sandalwood scent is intoxicating. I can feel Callum's hands moving on Alex's body, both of their breathing is labored. I look up to see Callum's hands under Alex's shirt, tweaking his nipples. Alex's head is thrown back on my shoulder, he's nearly moaning.
Yeah, it's definitely time to go.
“Callum.” I wait until he looks at me. I smile at my partner of twenty years. “Baby, let's take him home. Don't want to have him blow in public.”
“It wouldn't be the first time someone came in the middle of the dance floor in this club,” Callum says.
True. Even now I can see people around us getting off. But I don't want to share the look on Alex's face when he comes with anyone but Callum.
“Callum.” I warn, the authority and dominance in my voice has him pulling his hands from Alex's shirt. He smiles at me sheepishly. I reach out and run the backs of my fingers down his cheek.
“I have to tell Anthony and Gideon I’m leaving,” Alex reminds us, his head is still thrown back, his voice deep and so fucking erotic.
Callum and I follow Alex through the club until he finds Gideon and Anthony sitting on one of the couches along the back wall. Gideon is perched on some guy's lap, his hand is firmly down the back of Gideon's pants. Anthony is chatting up the muscle head that Alex had been dancing with earlier. The muscle head smiles at Alex and winks. Jealousy, hot and quick, boils up in me. I pull Alex flush to my body, splaying my hand around his middle. The muscle head gets the message loud and clear and goes back to entertaining Anthony.
I want to warn Anthony that the muscle head is a twat, but I'm pretty sure he knows. Besides it's not my place to say who Anthony should and should not give his time to.
“So....um....we're leaving,” Alex says.
Gideon looks away from the guy he's with long enough to say, “have fun.”
Anthony turns his full attention to us. The muscle head is running a hand over Anthony's hair. I'm pretty sure it's the first time I have seen the lawyer without a tie and without his hair perfectly gelled into place.
“Do you need me to leave the door unlocked?”
“He won't be returning tonight.”
I can feel Alex's body shaking with his laughter. “Apparently not. I'll see you guys tomorrow.”
And with that we finally leave the club with Alex walking between us.
~ ~ ~
Our house doesn't really look like us, that's what I have been told, but I love it. Our house is decorated in a fall color scheme—thanks to Callum's mother who had done all the planning and decorating of our space. The couch in the living room is brown with orange throw pillows and a red blanket. A bookshelf in the corner holds my hundreds of DVDs and blu-rays, trophies from my MMA days and pictures of Callum, me and our families.
“You guys have quite the movie collection,” Alex says, inspecting my collection of movies, mostly sci-fi, but a few of Lucky's classics are thrown in.
“Most of those are Dec's.”
Alex turns his smile on me, and I nearly lose breath. What
is that? How is he able to render my completely breathless with just one look? I haven't felt that since Callum—No. We're definitely not going there.
There's a nervous energy in the air. The three of us, trying to figure out how to navigate and get this show started. Callum is watching Alex browse through our living room. I'm watching both of them. There's an energy zapping in the air between the three of us, but again that's not something I am dwelling on.
“Do you want a drink?” Callum offers.
Alex shakes his head. “No. I think—I think I want to just get this going.” He looks over at us. All of his bravado from earlier is gone, and in front of us stands a nervous, but eager man. “If that's okay.”
I smile. “That's more than okay.”
I lead Callum and Alex past the kitchen, through the hall to our bedroom. Our room is decorated in navy and gray—more handy work of Callum's mother. The good thing about having an interior designer for a sort of mother-in-law is we really didn't have to lift a finger to decorate the house, and everything looks amazing.
I go to the bed and sit on the edge, looking up at Callum and Alex who stand before me. There is barely an inch between them. Every time one of them breathes their chests rub together. I sit back on my palms, spreading my legs further apart, my bulge—still hidden behind my zipper—displayed proudly. Alex licks his lips.
“Take off his shirt, Callum,” I command.
Callum steps closer to Alex, pressing him up against the dresser. His hands go to the hem of Alex's mesh top, pulling the material up and over Alex's head. His round nipples are hard. Even from where I sit I can see the goosebumps breaking out on his flesh. There's an intricate moon tattooed on his left pec. Callum's hands are visibly shaking, the way they do when he is turned on, as he trails them up and down Alex's chest and the flat plane of his stomach. Alex has that perfect V that narrows down from his hips into his pants. His pants are so low, a small patch of trimmed pubes are visible above the waist band.
God damn. He's beautiful.
“Come here,” I say, my voice rasping past the dryness in my throat.
Callum removes his hands from Alex so he can come to me. Alex stands between my legs, his hands fisting at his sides, like he's trying to keep himself from touching me, from letting go. I reach up with my left hand, holding his hip, sliding my thumb back and forth along the edge of his pants. He trembles.
“I think I made you a promise earlier,” I say. I sit forward, grasping his other hip with my right hand; I bring my hands closer and closer to his zipper. “Do you remember what I promised you?”
He nods, almost vigorously. “You said I was going to choke on yours and Lucky's cocks by the end of the night.”
My hands are at his zipper, I brush the back of one hand over his bulge. He moans, his hips arching forward, seeking more contact. His eyes close and his head falls back. I can hear Callum stripping down in the background and I am almost sad I missed watching Callum taking his clothes off; it's always a sight to behold.
“Do you want me to keep my promise, Alex? Do you you want to choke on our dicks? Do you want to make us cum with your gorgeous mouth?”
“Yes, please.” He's begging for it.
Over his shoulder I see that Callum is fully naked, his blondish-red curls on his chest glistening with sweat, his left hand is pinching and pulling on his nipples, his other hand is wrapped around his cock which is already dripping with pre-cum. His eyes are lidded, looking at Alex and me in a daze.
“Turn around, Alex. Look at Callum.”
Alex's turns, my hands never leaving his hips. I break eye contact with Callum only for a moment to study the ridges of Alex's spine, the way his back moves as he breathes in and out watching Callum.
“Look at what you do to me, Alex,” Callum's voice is breathy, rough, needy. I love him like this.
Alex's hands are twitching like he needs to touch him. My hands go to his zipper, slowly working it down. I pull his pants down to his ankles in slow movements, kissing and licking the area where his spine meets his pelvis, the back of his thighs. He's writhing in my hands. When his pants hit the floor, Alex steps out of them.
He's not wearing underwear so I have a perfect eye level view of his firm ass. My hands come up, massaging the muscles. My thumbs slide along the crack. He's making some sort of noise that is both sexy and adorable, like a desperate mewling. He's pushing his ass back towards me, seeking more of my touch, wanting to feel more than just my thumbs playing with him.
I'm still looking at Callum even as I play with Alex's ass. Callum has always been glorious when in the throes of passion. He breaks out in this red flush all over his body that makes the freckles on his shoulders, chest and abs stand out even more. His head is thrown back, he's panting to the ceiling. His feet braced apart. His large, slightly curved cock is standing long and proud from his body, his hand working the shaft.
“Don't make yourself cum, Cal,” I warn. “That's Alex's job.”
“Can I touch him?” Alex asks.
Part of me likes that he asks that question, not only does it play into my dominance, but it shows he has respect for mine and Callum's relationship. But then there's this other part of me that wants to growl at him for even asking. I want him to be able to touch me or Callum whenever he wants. I want him to know that when he touches me it just feels so electric, so right. But I don't say any of that.
“Yes,” I reply, running one hand over Alex's stomach, relishing in the way goosebumps pop up over the feel of my fingers stroking his skin. The other hand is still working over his ass. I can't seem to get enough of the taut muscles or the way his ass seeks more of my touch. “Suck him off, Alex.”
Alex steps away from me and goes to Callum. I want to be as naked as the both of them, but I can't look away. They look stunning together. Callum smiles lazily as Alex comes closer to him, the hand that was playing with his nipple reaches out, embracing Alex to his body. He kisses Alex lightly on the neck.
“I'm so happy you're here with us tonight, Alex. We've wanted you with us for so long.”
Alex reaches out, smoothing a finger over Callum's lips. The move is tender, intimate, and part of me feels like I should be worried or jealous that Alex is touching my man in such a romantic way, but I don't. For some reason this entire night, the way things are playing out, the move between Alex and Callum just feels like it was meant to be.
And there is another thing I am not going to dwell on in the moment. I can't think about why seeing Alex and Callum together brings me such happiness. I can't think about why my heart seems too full like it's going to literally burst out of my chest at the thought of Alex being here with us. All I can think about is how much I want to bury my cock into his ass. That's all I need to be thinking about because anything else just doesn't make sense to me.
And then Alex sinks to his knees, kneeling on the carpet in front of Callum. Callum removes his hand from his cock. Alex takes Callum in his hand, licks the swollen purple head which has Callum moaning and purring like a goddamned cat, and then Alex swallows him down in one move. The way his mouth stretches over the length and girth of Callum should not be as magnificent as I find it to be.
Chapter Five
Alex
Lucky is bigger than I imagined. His cock is stretching my mouth wide to the point of pain. His hands are in my hair, resting on my head as I take his dick in to the back of my throat. Tears spring to my eyes as his cock cuts off my breathing. My face is buried in the curly red-blond hairs at the base of his dick. I can barely breathe. And I fucking love it. He's trying so hard to keep still but I want him to fuck my face. I want him to abuse my throat.
My hands go to his ass, kneading the muscles, pushing his hips forward, urging him to keep the promise that Declan had made to me in the club. His hands tighten in my hair, holding my head still. His hips rocket forward, pushing his cock into my mouth as far as it can go, it's hitting the back of my throat with such force I actually do choke on it. Tears are s
treaming down my face, my chin is covered in spit and pre-cum. God, I love it. I want more. I need more.
“Remove your hand from your cock,” comes Declan's rough voice from behind me.
My hand stills mid tug. I hadn't even realized I had been jacking off while Lucky fucked my throat. I whimper. I need contact. I need someone—anyone to touch me. My cock is so hard, so painful, I just want someone to touch me.
Lucky pulls back on my hair, removing his cock enough that only the head remains in my mouth. “Suck it,” he commands.
I have never been one to get off on being dominated in the bedroom, and after all the manipulative shit that Oliver did, you would think I would not be down for someone telling me what to do. But with Lucky and Declan? I would do anything they said. I was that needy for them.
I suck on the head of Lucky's cock, swirling my tongue around the underside, dipping slightly into the slit. I gather all his pre-cum, relishing the salty, sweet taste of him.
“Stop,” Declan demands. His voice sends shivers down my spine. Lucky pulls out of my mouth and we wait, both of us on the edge. I'm still on my knees, hands fisted on my thighs, eyes closed, waiting for Declan to tell me what to do next. “I don't want you to cum yet, Callum.”
Callum steps away from me. I don't move. I am so tightly strung, literally vibrating with lust, needing one of them to touch me in the one place that will send me over the edge and release all of the tension I have built up within me.
“Come here, Alexander.”
Fuck, when he uses my full name....I actually moan hearing him say it. I stand, my legs are shaking. My cock is hard as steel, leaking all over their floor. My eyes are trained on my feet as I slowly move towards Declan.