Hot Male

by Lillian Grant

  “So, boys. Do you want dessert or shall we go to bed now and have ice cream later?”

  She held her breath as neither man responded.

  *

  Michael glanced at Sam. When they’d spoken on the phone he’d told Michael he thought Maggie had missed him and he should come back. He’d also said any decision about Michael’s inclusion in their sex life was up to her. But, now the moment had arrived, was the man really prepared to go through with it? Even if Sam agreed, Michael wasn’t sure he could screw around with them and then walk away. His heart was battered already and one more blow might be too much to stand.

  Sam pushed his chair back and spoke to Michael. “Did you notice she chose us over ice cream? So, what’s it to be? It’s rude to keep the lady waiting.”

  Michael looked at Maggie. She was chewing on a nail and looked like she wished the ground would open up and swallow her. “I can’t do casual sex.” There was a revelation. He’d done nothing but casual sex his whole life.

  Maggie lifted her face and made eye contact with him. Her eyes glistened in the harsh fluorescent light as tears filled them up and threatened to spill down her cheeks. “What do you mean?”

  He blew out a breath. This was horrible. He should have stayed away. He could have been a happy memory for her, not a bastard who fucked her once for kicks. Unless he was brutally honest, she would relegate him back to his place as a womanizing man whore and think of herself as just another notch on his bedpost. Truth was a fearsome animal with sharp teeth and claws, but better he was the one left mauled by the whole sorry affair than his beautiful Maggie.

  “Cards on the table.” He glanced at Sam and then back at Maggie. “I love you, Maggie, and I can’t live with just being an occasional plaything to liven up your sex life with Sam.”

  Without waiting for a response, he got to his feet and tossed his napkin on the table. “Thanks for dinner.” He tried to squeeze past Sam but was stopped by a hand on his arm.

  Sam cleared his throat. “Meg?”

  She looked at Sam. “I love you, Sam.”

  Sam’s smile was kind of sad. “I know you do but I’m not sure that helps Michael. Is there anything you need to say to him before he walks away?”

  Maggie’s focus shifted to Michael. Her voice quavering with unshed tears, she whispered, “Are you saying you want me to leave Sam?”

  Michael shook his head. “I’m under no illusion about your feelings for Sam. I just wanted to let you know how I felt. I figured for once I should be honest with myself and with you. Have a good life, darlin’.”

  Sam dropped his hand, and Michael pushed past him and moved toward the door, only stopping long enough to scoop his coat off the back of the sofa.

  He turned his head as footsteps approached and barely kept himself upright as Maggie threw herself at him. “Don’t go.”

  She snuggled into him as he hugged her close. “I can’t stay, darlin’. It’s not fair on any of us.”

  Sam wandered through, hands in his pockets. “Don’t go on my account. If she wants you to stay I’ll live with it.”

  Maggie pulled back and glanced at Sam. “Can I keep him?”

  “Maggie, I’m not a bleedin’ puppy.”

  Sam chuckled. “I had you down as more of a pussy, myself. Your choice, Meg, but I think he needs to hear more than that if you want him to stay.”

  Michael looked down at her. Tears sparkled, caught on her long dark lashes. He didn’t want to upset her. If only he could give her a good time and then leave. She would get over whatever was upsetting her. Maybe she felt guilty that she didn’t feel the same way about him. Life was a bitch, and he’d been the one to walk away from a woman who claimed to be in love with him more than once. What goes around comes around. If he didn’t leave now he would start blubbering like a baby, and he didn’t want to give Sam the satisfaction. He had the girl. He wasn’t taking Michael’s dignity as well. “Let me go, Maggie. This isn’t doing any of us any good.”

  She shook her head and clung tighter. Her voice barely audible, she whispered, “I can’t. I love Sam, but I love you too, and I don’t want you to leave.”

  Chapter 53

  Sam ignored the gnawing in his gut as he noticed Meg’s tearful expression. The truth was out at last. He’d heard her say it to Michael once before. She’d whispered the words to the big Irish lug in the aftermath of their sexual marathon. She probably thought Sam was sleeping, and for weeks now he wished he had been. He’d even convinced himself she’d only said it because it helped her deal with letting Michael have sex with them. Her mother had taught her sex was a sin, but maybe Meg figured if it was with someone you loved you wouldn’t necessarily go to hell. Reality had come knocking when he witnessed her reaction to the news Michael had put his apartment up for lease and resigned from the bar.

  Meg slipped from Michael’s grasp and took a step toward him. She looked forlorn. His girl was lost and unsure. He thought tracing Michael in London and making the call asking him to come home had been hard, but it was nothing compared to now.

  Sam made eye contact with Michael, and the Irishman shrugged. No smart-arse comment to break the tension. He shifted his focus to Meg who stood between them, tears slowly trickling down her cheeks. He growled in disgust at himself. He’d wanted this for her. She was the only thing that mattered.

  He held out his arms, and she barreled into him, knocking the air from his lungs. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung like he was a life preserver.

  Sam ran a hand up and down her back, soothing her before looking at Michael. The Irishman still held his coat and seemed ill at ease as he swept his fingers through his hair. “Mr. Monaghan.”

  Michael lifted his chin. “Mr. Stephens.”

  Sam grinned and held out his free hand. Michael tossed his coat aside and stepped close enough to grasp hold. With a chuckle, Sam tugged him closer, making Meg a sandwich between the two men. She lifted her face from the front of his shirt and stared up at him.

  “Is it going to be okay?”

  Sam kissed the end of her nose as Michael snagged her around the waist and kissed the side of her neck.

  Sam nodded. “It’s going to take some getting used to but it’s going to be better than okay. Provided the Irish git sticks to the rules.”

  Michael chuckled. “What rules would that be?”

  “No touching my dick with anything, including your tongue.”

  “And there I was thinking you enjoyed it.”

  Meg wriggled to make room for herself and looked from man to man. “What? Did you two do something without me?”

  Sam shook his head. “Nope, your other lover was licking my dick when he was going down on you.”

  Meg’s cheeks pinked and Michael laughed. “I didn’t hear you complaining at the time, Mr. Stephens.”

  Sam bristled at the insinuation he had enjoyed the Irishman’s attention. As far as he was concerned the rules were not to be broken or the deal was off. “Listen, you cocksucker. Just stay away from my dick.”

  Michael laughed and Sam growled.

  Meg wiggled free of both of them and the argument ended as she stepped toward the hall door. She slipped her hands behind her back, and they watched as she tugged down the zipper on her dress. Sam’s dick was already at full attention. He knew exactly what was under her frock. Her back was bare, and he ached to run his hands over her soft skin. The zipper stopped just before her arse, and he cursed softly.

  She turned to face them, looking positively divine as she let first one strap and then the other slide off her shoulders. He took a step toward her, but Michael grasped his arm and held him back. “Let her finish.”

  Sam had to admit the show was worth watching. The woman he loved was stripping like her life depended on it. He didn’t mean to glance at Michael’s crotch, and he didn’t plan on his dick stiffening to the point of pain at the sight of Michael’s obvious erection straining the zipper of his pants. God, he was undone. He was kidding himself if h
e thought this was just for Meg. He meant every word about Michael not touching him, but he loved to watch him touch Meg.

  Meg’s dress slipped lower, revealing one dark nipple and then the other. Sam held his breath as the soft fabric whispered lower and puddled at her feet.

  Michael’s curse of, “Fuck,” made Sam chuckle. Apparently the git appreciated Meg continuing to keep herself smooth.

  Meg kicked her dress aside and stood in her best pair of fuck-me sandals, wiggling a finger at them as she stepped backward into the hallway. “How about you two come this way and leave the cock sucking to me?”

  *

  Michael raced for the door. He was a starving man and Meg was the feast he’d been waiting for. He arrived at the doorway at the same time as Sam, and they tussled for control of the space.

  Maggie’s giggle made Michael’s rod stiffen, and he let out a low growl.

  “Now, now, boys, play nicely.”

  He glanced up at her as he stepped aside to let Sam lead the way. Her full breasts jiggled as she moved backward, further into the house and hopefully closer to a bed. There was plenty to go around, and he had no intention of wasting energy fighting for dominance with Sam. Michael was in no doubt he could beat the maggot. The fight might not be fair but when you grew up on the streets of Dublin you did what had to be done to survive. However, the man was graciously giving up something to Michael, and for that he would let him think he’d won this time. He wasn’t sure he would be doing the same if the situation were reversed. Maggie lifted her face and smiled at him. His heart pounded and a lump formed in his throat. Bollocks, she was turning him into a blubbering mess. Sam was right, he was a pussy.

  Maggie disappeared through a doorway, and all thought of gentlemanly behavior flew out the window. He shoved Sam aside and bolted to follow her. Sam grabbed the back of his shirt, and together they stumbled into a room and landed on the bed.

  Hands on hips, Maggie looked down at them as they continued to tug at each other’s clothing. Michael wanted to be the first to get his hands on Maggie, and if that meant holding Sam down and sitting on him while he did, so be it.

  “Boys, do you want to be left alone? Am I interrupting something?”

  Sam struggled to get out from under Michael who was sitting on him and pinning him to the bed. He growled and gave Michael a shove, but the Irishman wouldn’t concede. “Get off me, you stinking Irish shithead.”

  Michael shoved him back. “No way. Not until you agree to let me have her first.”

  “Have her first?”

  Michael grinned. “Thank you, Mr. Stephens. I thought you’d never ask.”

  Sam growled and landed a sucker punch on Michael’s jaw. The Irishman laughed. It hurt like hell, but he liked a man who would fight for his lady. This was going to be fun on so many levels.

  A loud whistle snapped his head around. Maggie had her fingers between her lips and a frown on her face. Shit, he should let Sam go and play nicely before she changed her mind about him.

  He climbed off the bed and offered Sam a hand. The man accepted and let Michael tug him to his feet. The smile looked genuine enough.

  “If you two are quite finished.” Her glare was positively fierce.

  She must have learned that tone from his Aunt Rosalie. Michael felt like a little boy caught peeking into the ladies dressing room at the swimming pool. Not that he had ever done that more than once or twice. He’d wanted to be a doctor and had a healthy interest in anatomy. Who was he kidding? Rosalie never bought that excuse either. Although, he did have an interest in anatomy—Maggie’s beautiful naked anatomy was only a few feet away.

  She moved closer and smiled. “That’s better. Now behave.”

  Michael tried to grab hold of her but she sidestepped him. Sam grinned when she got to work on his buttons first. Michael would have to wait his turn. She slipped each one free and then pushed Sam’s shirt off his shoulders. Eyes firmly fixed on Michael, she leaned into Sam and swirled her tongue over Sam’s left nipple. Michael’s cock jumped, and he held back a moan. She pulled away and turned her attention to Michael. He fisted his hands to keep from touching her. Apparently this was her show.

  Slowly, she undid each of his buttons and shoved his shirt off until it slipped to the floor. He bit his bottom lip, waiting for her to lick his nipple. His disappointment that she did no such thing was short-lived when she flicked the button on his leather pants open and teased his zipper down. Released from its prison, his dick sprang free to stand erect and proud. Maggie ran a finger over his stomach and then dropped to her knees. She looked up at him from under hooded eyelids, and he held his breath. Gently, she slipped her hands inside his pants and cupped his balls. Leaning forward, she swirled her tongue over the head of his cock. A growl rippled in his chest.

  She giggled, apparently delighted with her newfound power. When she started to get to her feet he held out a hand, and she accepted, rewarding his gallantry with a soft kiss on the lips.

  He let her fingers slip through his as she turned to Sam. His dick throbbed as he watched her free Sam from his pants and kiss the man’s cock. He glanced at Sam and a moment of understanding passed between them. Any other day they might take control and handcuff her to the bed, but this was Maggie’s moment to do with as she would.

  Maggie sashayed between them and took a seat on the edge of the bed. Lifting her face, she looked from Sam to Michael and back again. Michael ached to kiss her, suck her nipples and taste her sweet juices, but he waited.

  She raised a finger and wiggled it for them to step closer. Once they were standing shoulder to shoulder in front of her, she tugged first Sam and then Michael’s pants down to their knees. When Michael attempted to shove them further, she gave a tut-tut and he stopped.

  “Now, boys, do you want to play?”

  Michael growled. His dick was stiffer than a tent pole and she needed a clue? Sam chuckled, and Michael resisted the urge to shove him.

  Chapter 54

  Meg dropped her gaze and swallowed as she anticipated tasting both her men. A smile crept onto her face and she held back a squeal. Behaving like a teenage girl would ruin the air of sexual sophistication she was trying to portray. She had no illusion about who the dominant members of the ménage were, but for now they were letting her have her head. Her smile widened. And have her head she would. In fact, two heads. Time for the boys to get up close and personal. If this was to work they all needed to be comfortable with each other. She had no plans to be the referee every time they all got naked.

  Not wanting to play favorites, she wrapped a fist around each throbbing cock. She closed her eyes and let her hands explore. The one in her left hand was thicker and the base was bald. Michael was still into manscaping, and she had no complaints. The one in her right hand was longer, and her fingers stroked the fluff that adorned its root. Her own body responded to the musky scent of her men’s arousal. She took a deep breath, willing the growing pressure in her abdomen to subside. Her nipples ached, and her thighs were already slick in anticipation of what was to come.

  Eyes open, she leaned forward and licked each dick like a lollipop. Both pulsed beneath her hands. She took a look upward. Sam had his head tipped back, his chest rising and falling quickly as he obviously fought for control. Michael stared at her, running his tongue along his bottom lip. She moaned, and his low chuckle made her shiver. She gently tugged each man closer so they stood face-to-face. Her mouth closed over Sam’s dick and she worked him, running her tongue along the bottom of his shaft and swirling her tongue just below the sensitive head. Her other hand stroked the length of Michael, and he pumped his hips in time with her sexual ministrations. She pulled her mouth free and flicked the head of Sam’s dick with her tongue, taking the opportunity to see how her men were reacting. Michael had a hand resting on Sam’s shoulder. His focus was on what he was doing as he pistoned his hips, shoving his dick through her fist. Sam’s hand rested on Michael’s hip. Eyes closed, he chewed his bottom lip, apparently
oblivious to the fact he was touching Michael. A vision of the men working each other’s shafts filled her mind. She shivered with lust. Maybe one day, but for now their pleasure was hers alone. She slipped Sam’s cock into her mouth and sucked him deep as Michael continued to fuck her hand. Both men throbbed and she fought the desire to flop back on the bed, sprawl her legs wide and beg them to fuck her six ways to Sunday.

  Sam’s musky pre-cum pebbled on her tongue, and she lapped him clean before pulling her mouth free. She swapped and slid her mouth over Michael’s throbbing shaft while pumping Sam. Michael tasted saltier, and she marveled in the difference. Even in the dark she could tell them apart if she wrapped her lips around their dicks.

  Michael pumped his hips, and she placed a hand on his stomach to hold him still. When the force of the blood pounding into his dick pulsed against her tongue, she pulled away. Eyes focused on her two men, who were now panting and delirious with lust, she moved them even closer so their chests almost touched. Dipping her head, she slipped the heads of both dicks just inside her mouth. She tongued them and explored as the men’s cockheads rubbed against each other. Despite Sam’s protests earlier, he had no problem touching dicks with Michael. She held back a chuckle. He would be so pissed off when he realized what she was doing.

  The taste of them was exquisite but she couldn’t deep throat both of them at the same time. Reluctantly, she pulled free. Grasping Michael’s shaft, she took Sam deeper. She let Michael fuck her fist as she sucked Sam into a frenzy. He jerked his hips, and she swallowed as cum hit the back of her throat. When Sam stilled, she let him flop from her mouth and turned to Michael who was still hard and straining for release. As soon as she closed her lips over him and sucked him down her throat, he exploded. The air filled with curse words she had never heard before as she swallowed until he stopped thrusting.