“Oh shit. What—?”
“Think Matty’s in bed?” Catch asked.
Turner let it go. “Or still in the tub?”
Catch grinned. “Let’s go see.”
“Shower first.” Turner took hold of Catch’s outstretched hand.
For a moment, they didn’t move, the hand-holding gesture one neither of them had made before. Turner stared at their entwined fingers and something broke inside him. The awareness of how close they’d come to disaster had welled in his chest like an over-inflated balloon and popped.
“Oh God,” Turner whispered. “I could have lost—”
“It’s okay.” Catch lifted his hand and stroked his cheek. “It’s going to be okay.”
Not yet, Turner thought, but it would be. They’d make it okay.
Catch tugged him up the stairs. “We’ll either join Matty in the tub or we’ll take a shower and join her in bed. Either way, we’ll fuck until dawn and we won’t think about tomorrow.”
“But tomorrow we have to do something about Matty.”
Catch grinned. “We’re doing something about her tonight.”
Turner had a nagging worry about her. Unlikely her uncle would try anything at this time of night, and Gabriel was not only busy with the books but under the eye of SBI agents. Still, Turner didn’t like the idea of her lying there unprotected.
Catch pushed open the bedroom door. Matty lay on her back on the bed, stark naked, arms flung over her head, knees bent to the side. Her eyes were closed. Turner’s mouth watered.
“She—” Turner started.
Catch pressed his lips to Turner’s, put his hand on his crotch and edged him across the carpet to the bathroom. Turner groaned, and when his lips parted, Catch sucked at his tongue. Turner was barely aware of being maneuvered into the shower, all he could think about was Catch’s warm body pressed against him. Catch’s tongue slid along his as every ridge and texture in Turner’s mouth came under scrutiny.
Along with the blood on his body, Turner needed to wash away the memory of tonight. He had no regrets about Dava but wished it had been him or Catch who’d killed her and not Matty. He wasn’t sure she’d taken in what happened. He hoped she hadn’t taken in the snarling monsters he and Catch became when they fought.
The water poured down and Catch dropped to his knees, sucking and biting a path up Turner’s thighs to his cock. When he pulled it down to suckle the tip, Turner came up on his toes and sank his fingers into his palms. Inch by inch, Catch took him deeper into his hot, wet mouth. Fast, short tugs at the head, then long, slow drags while Catch’s hand pumped in the opposite direction to the pull of his mouth. At the deepest point of penetration, Catch tightened his throat muscles around him and Turner groaned. The feeling, the sight and the sucking sound of Catch’s mouth swallowing his cock wound Turner to the point of blissful pain.
There were so many ways to do this and Catch seemed expert at every one of them. He laved the tiny slit at the tip of Turner’s cock, lapping up pre-cum, teasing more and more out of Turner until a scream grew ready to leap from his throat. Catch fluttered his tongue around the sensitive rim below the head, moving faster and faster until Turner had to yank down on his balls to stop himself from coming.
When Catch opened his mouth wide, took him down to the root and swallowed, Turner’s legs shook. Catch pulled back to take a breath, eased Turner’s fingers away from the stranglehold on his balls and sucked each digit into his mouth, tugging at each of them before he went back to licking the length of Turner’s cock. Everything he did drew Turner closer to ecstasy.
Turner stroked Catch’s head, trying not to pull at his hair. Hard to concentrate on anything other than the boiling need to come that raged in his belly. The pleasure on Catch’s face was as hot as the action of his mouth. His green eyes twinkled with mischief as he pushed a finger inside Turner’s anus. Catch homed in on the prostate and like a flipped switch, current surged and Turner exploded.
“Oh God.” Turner legs shook, his cock jerked and he sprayed jet after jet of cum into Catch’s mouth and over his face while he clung onto his head as if it were the only thing keeping him upright.
It probably was.
As the last spasm faded and his balls smugly sighed, Turner pulled Catch to his feet and kissed him. He licked Catch’s lips and then plunged his tongue deep into his mouth. When all hell had broken out in the drawing room, Turner had felt as though he’d come face-to-face with his demise. Every instinct told him to protect Matty, and yet he knew Catch was the one who needed him. Matty couldn’t be killed in this form, though she could be hurt. When he’d moved to help Catch, he’d felt as if he were betraying Matty. Loving two was going to be hard. They still had to find a way to make it possible.
When Turner walked into the bedroom, he’d wanted to throw himself next to Matty, but Catch had been right. They needed this shower, they needed the rough release before they held her. Turner slid to his knees and licked Catch’s cock, thrilling at the sensuous slide of hard flesh and bulging veins under his tongue. Catch tasted divine, the salty tang of pre-cum teasing Turner’s taste buds. When food was off the menu, the taste of another’s body was something to be treasured.
He lapped at the pre-cum balling at the crest of Catch’s cock before the water washed it away while he pumped faster and faster with his fist. Catch’s turn to tug at his hair, and Turner looked up over Catch’s heaving abs to meet green eyes heavy with lust.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Catch grunted.
Turner played the same games as Catch—licking, sucking, laving the velvet skin as it slid over the steel shaft. Catch’s hips bucked, he shoved his cock deeper, and Turner widened his mouth until his jaw ached and let Catch take control.
Catch’s need drove his.
Catch’s lust met his.
Turner’s cock thickened to match the one fucking his mouth. Veins throbbed against his tongue and the smooth, hard glide between his lips grew faster and hotter and wetter. Turner made no two movements the same while Catch panted and groaned above him. He swirled his tongue around the head, fast sucked then slow sipped while he squeezed and pumped and rubbed Catch toward oblivion.
Catch’s control snapped in a sudden jerk, and he sank his cock deep into Turner’s mouth as he came. Hot splashes of cum hit the back of Turner’s throat and he swallowed every drop while Catch shook and trembled.
It enraged Turner that Catch had been mistreated as a young boy. Turner’s life hadn’t been perfect, his family had disowned him once he’d become a vamp, but he hadn’t been sexually abused. Turner was surprised Catch had kept his name because it seemed likely Feynman had given it him. There was more to that story, but Turner could wait.
He let Catch loose and pushed himself up so they stood face-to-face then reached back to turn off the water.
“That was so hot,” Matty said.
Catch stared at Turner. “You said that without moving your lips.”
Turner laughed, looked toward the bathroom door and his heart swelled. “Hello, Matty.”
She smiled and then pouted. “I was lying there all seductively and you came without me. Both of you.”
Matty sucked a finger, trailed it over her nipple and down between her legs. Their jaws dropped and she grinned.
“You two have a lot of work to do,” she said. “I don’t want to think about what went on downstairs, nor the hospital. I’ll deal with that tomorrow, but for what’s left of tonight, I just want you to hold me and make love to me as if there is no tomorrow.”
She held out her hands and they came to her like magnets. Matty needed them to soothe away all her worries, to show her how perfect three could be. They weren’t the easiest of guys to figure out, but Matty had a feeling anything involving sex was a winner. She could turn them on like a light but there was something she’d already done that would shock them more rigid than they already were. She’d surprised herself with her daring.
Matty pulled them into Turner’s half-lit bed
room and down onto the bed. She lay on her back with Turner on one side and Catch the other. Catch propped his head up with his hand and let the other slide over her hip and ribs to her breast.
“You’re drooling,” she whispered.
Catch’s hand shot to his mouth. Turner laughed and her pussy flooded with cream.
“I might well have been.” Catch scowled. “You’re the most mouthwatering morsel I’ve seen since…a couple of minutes ago.”
As Catch lowered his head to her breast, Turner gently stroked from her thigh to her waist and back again. He took her ear in his mouth, trailing his tongue around it and then inside to trace the curves. Matty moaned. The decadent delight of having two mouths to pleasure her sent warm waves rippling through her body. Turner’s fingers teased her nipple as he licked down her throat to her shoulder and heat built inside her.
Impossible for either to know what the other intended, but their teeth nipped her at the same time and orgasm ripped through her from head to toe. Matty jerked and bucked her hips off the bed as lightning sizzled in her veins and all the time they kept licking and soothing the places they’d bitten. The mist cleared in her head as she came down and Matty gave a long sigh. She had no idea why she liked them biting her, but she did. Not enough to really hurt, though close to the edge of pain.
“Fuck, fuck,” Catch muttered into her breast. “You’re driving me crazy.”
Maybe that was it, Matty thought. She liked that she pushed them to the limit of their control. As exquisite bliss fluttered into sweet pleasure, Catch caught her nipple again, and with one draw of his teeth, dragged her back into an aftershock that rattled her to the bone.
Before they blew her mind completely, Matty shuffled down the bed on her back to lie between their hips. She tugged them closer together and licked from the head of one cock to the other. Catch groaned as she enveloped Turner in her mouth. Turner hissed when she sucked at Catch. While she gently pumped Turner’s cock, she stroked her cheek with the head of Catch’s. As she tickled the rim of Turner’s crest with the tip of her tongue, she squeezed her way up Catch’s cock, bit by bit milking him of pre-cum.
Matty could tell their cocks apart with her eyes closed. Little difference in length or girth, but the veins in Catch’s cock were thicker while Turner’s shaft seemed slightly cooler. She swirled her tongue around Turner’s glistening tip while she massaged Catch’s balls with her thumb then swapped over. She brought them close together and sucked at both slits.
When she tipped her head back, she saw them kissing and smiled. Matty loved watching them together, something about hard guys being tender that touched her heart. She loved doing this too, using her hands and mouth on their cocks, letting soft skin slip under her lips, lapping the silky tips, sucking as much as she could into her mouth.
She protested when they moved her, but Matty loved being played with. Twisted and turned, she was positioned with her mouth over Catch’s cock while Turner pressed up against her backside. She knew the moment Turner realized what she’d done. He leaned over her back and chuckled into her neck.
“Matty’s opened her present,” Turner said.
“What present?” Catch muttered.
She raised her eyebrows and understanding dawned. A broad grin split his face before he frowned. “I wanted to give it to you personally. Where’s the—”
“I’ve hidden the remote,” Matty said.
“There’s a remote?” Turner asked.
“Well hidden,” Matty repeated.
“Spoilsport,” Catch said.
Matty licked the tip of his cock and then teased the crinkled foreskin with her lips. “Am I?”
“No,” he groaned.
She whimpered as Turner swept his tongue around the butt plug to her pussy. He clamped his hands on her thighs, keeping her legs apart as he pressed his face between them and licked her. GodGodGod. While she could still function, Matty dropped her mouth to Catch’s cock and suckled the velvety head, her mouth watering around him.
Naughty but nice. The words echoed in Matty’s head. More nice than naughty so far, but she knew what was to come. Nervous but excited. More excited than nervous. Maybe. Turner caught her clit between his lips, nibbled at it and Matty cried out around Catch’s shaft as she swallowed against him.
“Oh God,” Catch gasped. “Turner, whatever you did, do it again so she makes that sound around my cock.”
Turner’s fingers joined his mouth between her legs and Matty wailed.
“Yeah, that works too.” Catch laughed.
The joy in his voice brought a gush of cream to her pussy. Turner dipped his fingers in and out of her and then lifted his hand to Catch’s mouth. Matty fluttered her tongue over the eye of his cock and moaned as Catch licked each finger clean.
“I want to fuck you,” Catch whispered.
Turner pulled back and twisted Matty round so she knelt straddling Catch but facing Turner.
“Oh God,” Turner muttered. His eyes darkened and he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock.
Matty arched back and dropped her head to Catch’s shoulder. His hands slid over her breasts and he panted in her ear as Turner positioned Catch’s cock against her folds. She slid onto him slowly, gasping at the tighter fit because of pressure from the butt plug.
“That feels so good.” Catch let out a long sigh.
Matty lifted her head to watch his cock slide in and out of her, and saw Turner doing the same thing, raw hunger in his black eyes. Catch stretched inside her, his body going rigid beneath hers. Matty slid a hand to her clit, rubbed once and Turner surged forward to push her hand aside, his tongue licking at the exposed nub as Catch’s cock slid in and out.
“Oh wow,” Matty muttered. “Wow, wow, wow.”
She dropped her head back to rest on Catch’s shoulder and he kept stealing kisses between gulping air. Matty shuddered as orgasm claimed her again, stars bursting behind her eyes, and Catch’s fingers dug into her ribs as her pussy muscles clamped around him.
“Oh God, if it feels this good with that plug in, what the hell is it going to feel like with Turner’s cock in your ass?” Catch released a long groan.
“Or yours?” Turner said.
“Let’s find out,” Matty said. “Who’s going first?”
Both guys froze.
Catch was a kiss, suck, sigh away from coming. He lifted Matty by the hips and when his cock slid all the way out, it twitched to get back in. She crouched at his side while Turner knelt at the foot of the bed. Catch couldn’t look at him because he didn’t want to see in Turner’s eyes that he wanted her there first. Catch’s perverted logic was that Turner was first to fuck her pussy so Catch wanted to be first in her ass.
“Well, neither of you are first really,” Matty said and Catch bristled. Who else has touched her? “Mr. Pink Thing had that honor.”
Turner snorted before Catch had calmed enough to understand what she meant. The fucking butt plug.
“If Catch doesn’t mind…” Turner began.
I fucking do.
“I’d like your pussy while he takes your ass,” Turner said.
I fucking don’t.
“Okay, Catch?” Matty asked.
Oh Christ, she expects me to speak? Catch opened his mouth and squeaked. Damn it. He coughed and tried again. “I…you…please.” Great.
Turner laughed. The rat. “On your knees, Matty.”
Catch slid off the bed and joined Turner as Matty positioned herself facing away from them with her gorgeous butt in the air. The lump in Catch’s throat was probably there forever. Swallowing made no difference. He’d given up trying. They had a perfect view of her little asshole and the pink plug wedged inside, and below that swollen lips dark pink and shining with her cream. They each grabbed their balls and tugged down at the same time. Then shot each other a grin.
Turner reached for the lube from the bedside table, but when he tried to hand it over, Catch pushed it back.
“Together,” he mouthed.
Turner’s jaw twitched. He took hold of the plug and twisted. Matty whimpered.
“Anything that doesn’t feel good, tell us,” Catch said.
He slid his finger into Matty’s pussy as Turner pushed and pulled the plug in and out of her asshole. Catch could feel the movement through the thin membrane and shuddered, thinking he’d be feeling Turner’s cock with his own in a moment. Her muscles clamped around his finger and a gush of cream wet his hand as she came with a long cry.
Catch kissed her butt, fluttering his tongue over her silky skin, and smiled as Turner pulled out the plug and set it aside. Catch supported Matty at the hips until Turner had positioned himself beneath her. She braced her hands on Turner’s shoulders and slid down on his cock until all Catch could see were Turner’s heavy balls drawn up tight to Matty’s backside.
Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come. Catch begged his cock to listen.
“Sweet Jesus,” Turner muttered. “You feel so good.”
“Can I move?” she whispered.
“Only while I count up to ten,” Turner grunted.
Matty raised herself up.
“One,” Turner gasped.
And pressed hard down.
“Ten,” he snapped.
She and Catch laughed and Turner groaned. “No, no. You’re not allowed to laugh. It makes you clench around me.”
“Lean forward, princess,” Catch said, and pressed on her back until she lay on Turner’s chest.
Catch reached for the lube and Turner wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. Catch kissed her too, starting at the back of her neck and working his way down her spine to the crease of her butt. He slid his thumb across her anus and she trembled. One lick around the puckered hole and she rocketed into Turner and moaned. When Catch pressed his tongue inside her, she moaned louder and tried to shift away. Turner kept her right where they wanted her, hands firm on her hips, legs locking hers down. As a reward, Catch licked Turner’s balls as well as Matty’s asshole.
Turner and Matty both moaned.
Catch licked harder, teasing the puckered ring, pushing his tongue inside. He forced Turner’s legs farther apart so he could reach his anus and pressed with his finger until the muscle barrier allowed him in. Catch used every weapon he had, fingers, tongue, nose, lips to drive them both crazy. Turner shook with the effort of not moving and fought to keep Matty still on top of him.
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