by Kaye Draper
Mat drew Steff’s dick into his mouth and suddenly all the thinking stopped. There was no more time to be nervous or to wonder if he was as attractive as a siren, or any of the other million stupid things in his head. All thought fled, his attention narrowing to the feel of Mat’s hot mouth wrapped around his cock, Mat’s hands on his hips, gripping him and urging him to thrust into that hot wetness. Mat. His Mat. Finally.
He thrust into Mat’s mouth, felt it when his cock bumped the back of the other guy’s throat, then groaned when he felt Mat relax his throat, swallowing down Steff’s length without a single hesitation. No gag reflex. Yep. None of this could be real. He braced his hands on the headboard and tipped his head back. Mat groaned around him, the sound vibrating across overly sensitive skin. Grey gasped, letting out a sound that was half shriek, half growl. Her small hands landed on Steff’s shoulders and she clung to him as she came apart. Mat’s hands gripped Steffen’s thighs, digging in as he moaned again, and Steff was done for, his vision whiting out as he came. “Mat!”
Mat didn’t pull back or push him away, just clung to him and swallowed down every last drop. They’d both gotten tested last week. And holy fuck was Steff every glad they’d had the foresight.
Grey’s hands slipped from his shoulders and the bed dipped as she moved. Steff’s still sensitive, softening cock slid from between Mat’s swollen lips and he fell over, stretching out beside Matt and leaning in to kiss his cheek. Grey was propped on her elbow on Mat’s other side, flushed and sweaty, but looking more energized than she had before. She leaned in to kiss Mat, and the fact that she didn’t seem to mind that he probably still tasted like Steff was oddly hot.
Steff’s spent cock tried to twitch to life, and he arched a brow at them, watching the kiss deepen, watching Mat’s hand slide over Grey’s curves, the touch becoming more purposeful. “Already?” he muttered, huffing a laugh.
Grey pulled back to glance at him, giving him a shrug. “I mean...hey, I’m still good to go. Benefits of a vagina and all.”
Steff gave her a mock-horrified look. “Girl bodies are terrifying.”
Mat laughed and pushed himself up to sit against the headboard. “What? Are you an old man now? I’m just getting started.”
Steff rolled his eyes and sat up beside Mat, pulling the bedsheet up over them all when Grey sat on Mat’s other side. “Give a guy a minute to catch up.”
But really, it wouldn’t be hard to convince himself that round two was a good idea. His nerves about sharing a bed with a woman had vanished, and he felt like he could stay here all day with the two of them. Besides, he had a sneaking suspicion Grey’s magic would get them there easily, regardless. For some reason, that was less terrifying than it should be.
Mat reached out and tucked a stray strand of Steff’s hair behind his ear. It was still mostly in its bun, but a little worse for wear. “I love you,” he whispered, and Steff was shocked by the look in his eyes—that adoring look that was usually reserved for Grey.
Steff felt his whole body flush as he trapped Mat’s hand with his own and gave it a squeeze. Yep, another go would be no problem at all. “Love you too.”
“You guys are so sweet,” Grey said softly.
Steff had almost forgotten she was there. He dropped his hand guiltily and bit his lip. “You’re okay too, I suppose.”
Grey chuckled, her voice still husky. “I wasn’t fishing for anything. I just think it’s cool to see you both so happy.”
Mat turned to her and ruffled her hair. “And that is why I love you too.”
Grey blushed and looked down at her hands. “Oh, is that why? I thought you were just in it for my dick.”
Steffen choked on a laugh. But Mat tilted his head, taking one of Grey’s hands. “That too. I meant what I said before. I love both versions of you, Grey. All of you.” He swallowed and licked his lips. “And speaking of that....” The flirty, experienced, unfazed Matheus blushed. “I was kind of hoping...and absolutely no pressure. And this does not mean I didn’t enjoy what we just did. But...would you...change for me? Please?”
Steffen felt his eyebrows climb into his hairline. Grey licked her lips and glanced at him. “This going to weird you out?”
Steff shook his head, unable to speak. Oh, Gods, he was in so much trouble.
Grey closed her eyes and sort of...rippled. And suddenly the voluptuous redhead was replaced by the stunningly pretty boy he had been trying so hard not to think about this whole time.
Chapter 27
Mat smiled at Grey , ignoring for a moment the stricken look on Steff’s face. Grey’s green eyes were just a shade different in this form, his lean, heart-shaped face and compact, masculine little body the exact opposite of the woman Mat had just made love to, but he was every bit as beautiful, every bit as Grey. Mat threaded his fingers through those ridiculous corkscrew curls—tighter and darker than when Grey was a woman—and pulled the smaller guy into a soft kiss, delighting in the feel of those pillowy lips against his. “Hi.”
Grey smiled against his lips and lifted a hand to curve along Mat’s jaw, the touch a bit hesitant, his eyes searching, filled with something—wonder, maybe, or surprise that Mat really did love both of his forms equally. “Hey.”
Mat’s cold, disenchanted heart soared, and he reached for Grey again, gripping slender hips and pulling Grey over to sit astride Mat’s legs, all tangled in the sheet and blushing like he was about to catch fire. He ran his hands up and down Grey’s sides, over defined abs and chest, to his broad shoulders. The male version of Grey had spent a lot of time doing martial arts, and it showed. He might be small, but he was perfectly made. Mat slid one hand down Grey’s arm to catch his hand, pulling it up to press kisses along the soft underside of his wrist, down to his palm, nibbling along one finger before drawing it into his mouth. His eyes met Grey’s and it was like looking into green flames.
Steff shifted restlessly beside them and Mat took pity on the poor guy, turning his head to wink at him as he slid Grey’s finger out of his mouth, letting it trail over his lower lip. Steff blinked at him, looking a bit panicked and lost, his golden-brown eyes wide, pupils blown. Mat chuckled and reached for him, fingers curling around the nape of his neck as he plundered that delicious, willing mouth. Fuck, he was the luckiest man alive. And really, he shouldn’t tease Steff this way, but he just couldn’t help it. And if what he suspected was correct, the idiot would thank him later. They both would.
Steff pulled back, bit his lower lip, and flicked a quick glance at Grey and away. The other guy was just watching them, drinking it all in with this dreamy look on his face. The fact that Steff could hardly even look at Grey spoke louder than words. Mat smirked.
Grey shifted on Mat’s lap, leaning forward to run a hand through Mat’s messed up hair and down his neck, trailing a finger along his collar bones and downward, over his chest. His eyes flicked up to meet Mat’s and he gave him a lopsided smile as he continued to map out what he could of Mat’s body above the sheet. “Everything feels different in this body. Even touch. Not in a bad way, just...different. I just...want to feel you this way too.”
Mat caught his hand and kissed the palm, then guided it downward, putting on his best leer. “I bet that’s not all that feels different.”
Grey huffed a laugh and obligingly stroked Mat’s growing erection through the thin sheet. “You think?” He shook his head and gave Mat a wry look he didn’t quite understand. “You have no idea.”
Steff leaned in to kiss Mat’s shoulder, his eyes on that hand working Mat up to round two. “What do you mean?” he murmured, risking a glance up at Grey. Mat almost laughed at how obvious Steff was being, when he clearly thought he was hiding the lust in that gaze.
Grey left off touching Mat and pressed his lips together, gripping the sheet bunched around his hips. He gave Steff a red-faced look. “No laughing at me naked, remember?”
Mat arched a brow at that, wondering just what the hell they’d talked about before they came up here to am
bush him. He’d love to have been a fly on the wall during that conversation.
Steff lifted his head from Mat’s shoulder and flicked a glance over Grey’s perfect, taught little body. “I’m not laughing,” he managed.
Mat was laughing, internally. Poor Steff. He forced himself to focus, lifting a hand to touch Grey’s face. All he really wanted to do was beg the beautiful guy to fuck him into the mattress, but he wanted Grey to feel comfortable. To feel loved. And he still wasn’t quite used to that sappy urge. “What are you worried about, sweetheart? You’re perfect, either way.” He couldn’t help adding, “Right, Steff?” and sliding a glance toward the flustered blond.
Steff swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, then gave Mat a murderous glare. “He’s your boyfriend, why do you need my input?”
Grey glanced between them, brow furrowed in confusion. “Did I do something wrong? Is this too weird?” He gestured at himself. “It’s too weird, right? I’m sorry.” He shifted to move off Mat’s lap, but Mat grabbed his slim hips, holding him in place. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I was just teasing, and I shouldn’t have.” He glanced between Grey and Steff. “I’m sorry.”
Sweet, clueless Grey still looked confused, but Steff let out a breath and lost the bitchy look. “Almost forgiven.” He narrowed his eyes at Mat. “Almost.”
Mat shrugged and ran a hand over Grey’s sheet-covered thigh. “Now, what is the problem with this amazing body of yours, and when are you going to use it to fuck me senseless?”
Grey choked. “That’s...I can’t...oh, my Gods.”
Mat took pity on the poor, adorable guy. “Okay, okay. How about we don’t talk about it and you just come here and let me adore you.” He wrapped his arms around Grey’s waist, pulling him forward at an angle so he could press his cock along Grey’s through the tangle of sheets while he nibbled along the other guy’s throat.
Grey let out a breathless little sound and the tension melted out of his body. He tilted his head back to kiss Mat as Mat cupped his tight, round ass and pressed them closer together. Then Mat turned his head and kissed Steff, Grey still pressed all along his body. Steff’s hand lifted, hesitated, then landed on Grey’s back as he pressed closer to Mat’s side. Grey tensed for a second, then moved his hips, thrusting slowly, grinding the hard length of his cock along Mat’s, dipping his head to plant a kiss on Mat’s chest.
Heaven. Bliss. But he’d dreamed about this too long to keep up the slow, sweet thing. He broke off his kiss with Steff and gave Grey a searing look. “I need you to fuck me. Now.”
Grey pushed himself upright and slid off Mat’s legs, looking all flustered again. “I...okay so you can laugh. But I’ve never uh, been on the giving end?” He fisted his hands in the sheet that still barely concealed the best parts of that amazing body. “I, uh...I was afraid I’d hurt Luca. And I have no clue what the fuck I’m doing, if we’re being honest. But...I like...the other way just fine.”
Oh, Gods. If Grey got any more adorable, Mat was going to lose his mind. He couldn’t even look at Steff right now. “You’re not going to hurt me sweetheart. He shifted to sit over the edge of the bed and take Grey’s hand. And I’d love to fuck you sometime—I enjoy both. But please, for the love of all that’s holy, Grey, don’t make me beg.”
Grey chuckled, his voice musical and alluring even in this body. Then he sighed. “Fine. But you’re going to change your mind. You don’t want me swinging this monstrosity around when I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Grey leaned back with his hands on the bed, and Mat’s eyes drifted to where the sheet outlined his cock. Mat laughed, sliding to his knees on the floor as he trailed a hand over Grey’s dick through the sheet. Surely half of that was just the way the sheet was folded...ah... nope. Mat chuckled and glanced up at Grey in surprise. “You think that’s a deterrent? Oh, Grey, sweetheart. I could come just thinking about having you inside me.”
Grey’s face went fire engine red. It was so adorable it hurt. Mat inched the sheet down and gripped the massive erection that greeted him. Uncut too, of course. He slowly slid the foreskin back so he could kiss the tip, running his tongue along the hard, damp ridge of Grey’s cock head. Grey groaned and dropped his head backward, falling to rest on his elbows. “You’re crazy,” he breathed.
Steff moved to sit next to Grey, so he could watch Mat try his best to deep throat a baseball bat. Mat chuckled to himself. He’d been with a fair number of guys, but Grey was right. His dick was impressive. Especially for such a small guy. Mat tried not to drool. Grey was going to fucking destroy him. And he was going to enjoy every damned minute of it.
Steff stroked a hand through Mat’s hair, encouraging him to take Grey deeper, trailing his fingers along Mat’s straining jaw, lust shimmering in his brown eyes. “I can help,” he whispered. Then he seemed to realize what he’d said and glanced at Grey’s face, biting his bottom lip. It was so weird to see Steff looking so unsure. “If you want. I...can walk you through how to get him ready. Make sure it feels good for both of you.” He swallowed hard.
Grey lifted his head, gasping as Mat twisted his wrist and sucked hard. “Fuck! I...Steff....” Mat watched it finally happen. Grey and Steff’s eyes met, and Steff leaned toward Grey like he was being pulled toward a magnet. Then Grey lifted his hand and touched Steff’s head, sliding a hand through his tangled mess of a bun, his eyes locked on Steff’s lips.
It seemed like they were frozen there, just hovering, staring at each other in shock and realization. Mat couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled off Grey’s cock and smirked up at them. “Just kiss him already!”
Steff broke eye contact with Grey to glare at Mat, his cheeks burning with color. “You’re such an—”
But Mat didn’t get to hear what he was, because Grey curled his fingers into Steff’s hair and yanked him down, pressing those full lips to Steff’s, pulling the taller guy off balance so he had to brace himself on his hands over Grey as they fell backward onto the bed.
Mat chuckled and sucked Grey’s cock back into his mouth, making the guy twitch and moan under him. And holy fuck the sight of the two people he loved all wrapped up in each other was the hottest damned thing he’d ever seen. He reached a hand up and awkwardly got hold of Steff’s cock, stroking him roughly while he worked Grey, not stopping until they were all trembling and breathless.
Releasing his lovers, he stood and stared down at them. “I knew it! Fucking beautiful.”
Grey had pulled the hair tie out Steff’s hair, and the golden strands cascaded over Steff’s broad shoulders and muscular back, trailing over his arm to drape across Grey’s perfect chest and abs. Grey’s full lips were pink and swollen from the ferocity of their kisses, and his golden skin was flushed.
Steff pressed one last kiss to the corner of Grey’s mouth, like he just couldn’t get enough, then sat up, tossing his hair over his shoulder and smoldering up at Mat in a way that said Mat was in so much trouble. “You planned for this to happen!” he accused.
Grey sat up beside him, smirking at the two of them. “So manipulative.”
Mat shrugged. “I may have had an inkling about what was going on in your twisted little heads. I’m a genius that way.”
He went to the nightstand, snagged the lube and a new condom, and crawled onto the bed, sprawling out, arranging his gangly limbs just so. “Well? Is someone going to fuck me, or do I have to do it myself?”
Steff laughed evilly. “You say that like it’s a threat. I’m happy to just sit here and watch.” He glanced at Grey and it suddenly dawned on Mat that he might not have really thought this through...because they looked like two troublemakers about to set the town on fire. “What about you, Grey?”
Grey shrugged as if he could care less, even though his fat cock twitched against his thigh. “Oh, sure. Go ahead, Mat, do your thing.”
Mat dropped his head back on the pillow. “Damn it. I’ve created a monster. An idiot monster.”
A hand smoothed up along his thigh, s
ure and strong, and Steff’s silky hair tickled his sensitive skin as the blond dipped his head to lick a long stripe up the underside of Mat’s neglected dick, pausing to play with the bar bells along the way. “Poor baby. Maybe we should take pity on him.”
Grey’s musical laughter spilled into the room, his voice wry when he spoke. “You just know he’ll bitch about it until we give him what he wants. Might as well get it over with.”
Mat grinned.
They kept up the teasing the entire time, Steff putting Grey at ease as they guided him through how to get Mat ready. It wasn’t like Grey didn’t know the mechanics of how it all worked—clearly Luca had fucked him more than a few times when they were both men. But Mat understood. It was different being the one doing the fucking, and the tenderness Grey showed, the concern for his wellbeing, really was touching. Even if it drove Mat mad having to be patient while they both took turns fingering him and stroking his cock, pausing to kiss each other, Steffen whispering about all the filthy things they could do to Mat together one day. He almost came half a dozen times.
Then Grey was hovering over him, flushed and perfect. “Uh...not to sound like a complete creep or anything,” Grey said, licking those full lips nervously. “But I have it on good authority that I can’t give you any diseases or anything, thanks to my siren blood and all.” He swallowed convulsively, glancing down as he leaned on an elbow and stroked one hand lightly over Mat’s hip. “So,” he looked up at Mat, bright green eyes glittering through his thick lashes. “We don’t have to use a condom...unless you prefer?”
Oh, Gods, Mat might die right then and there. He reached out and gripped the back of Grey’s head, pulling the shorter guy up higher so he could kiss him senseless. “I think I can die happy after this,” he muttered against Grey’s lips. Grey just blushed harder and pulled back. Then Grey was finally pushing into him, his green eyes intent, motions slow and careful. Mat pulled his knees up to his chest, reaching a hand up to touch Grey’s face. “That’s it, sweetheart. I’m fine. I’m good. So good.”