“Missed you,” he says, kissing her hard.
“I missed you, too,” she says, kissing him back. She pouts when I intercept her hand on its route to wrap around Elliot’s cock.
“Uh uh,” I tell her. “Tell us first—how did the meeting go?”
Her eyes are shining, full of joy. If that means what I think it means…
“They loved it. They ordered two full seasons.”
Elliot whoops loudly and I can’t help but laugh.
“Of course they did,” says Elliot. “Never expected anything less.”
“Maybe you didn’t,” says Joelle, laughing too as he sweeps her into a crushing bear hug. “I wasn’t so sure.”
“That’s what we’re here for, sunshine,” I tell her, kissing her fingertips.
“I couldn’t have done it without you both, you know,” she says, her voice going tight as she looks me in the eye. “I mean it. If it weren’t for the two of you, I’d never have had the nerve to even try.”
I’m going to marry this incredible woman.
I’m going to marry them both, if they’ll have me.
But that’s a question for another day.
Epilogue
Joelle
Alex glances back and forth between me and Elliot, like he’s got something to say but hasn’t got the words right yet. Before he works it out, Elliot tangles a hand in my hair and tips my head back. I can feel his cock pressing into my hip, hard as ever.
“I am so damn proud of you,” says Elliot before kissing me softly, belying the urgency I heard in his voice when Alex had him in his mouth only a moment ago. His tongue tangles with mine, drawing me into him, making me sigh. Endless minutes later, Alex is grinding into my backside, sliding a hand over my hip to hold me in place. He bites gently at my neck, raining kisses all the way down to my shoulder.
When he gets to my shirt, Alex tugs the straps of my tank top down to my elbows, effectively trapping my arms, murmuring sweet words in my ear all the while.
“You’re a wonder,” says Alex, kissing his way across my body. Elliot drags his mouth from mine, drawing a whimper from me.
I can’t complain for long. He moves his talented mouth to the other side of my neck, following Alex’s lead.
It makes me crazy when they do this—teaming up on me, each mirroring the moves of the other.
If this is how we celebrate everything going forward, well… I guess I’ll just have to suffer through it.
As if reacting to my thoughts, Alex captures my wrists, tugging them behind my back before securing them in one of his wide hands. I pull a little, testing his grip, but he doesn’t let go, thank God. That’s something new we’re trying out—turns out Alex has a thing about seeing us tied up.
Okay, so maybe I’ve got a thing for being tied up. Either way.
I send out more silent thanks to the universe as Alex and I watch Elliot take advantage of my bound state. Kissing his way down my chest, he tugs aside the lace of my bra to free one breast, then the other.
“God,” he mutters. “I can’t get enough of your tits.”
I can’t suppress a giggle, feeling Alex’s grin on my shoulder.
“He’s got a point,” says Alex. Keeping my hands bound behind my back, Alex shifts around to mirror Elliot’s movements. The combined sensation has me writhing in no time.
“Please,” I whisper.
“Please, what?” says Alex, biting at my nipple just hard enough to make me shake.
“Touch me. Anywhere. Please.” My thighs are trembling already but knowing these two, we’ve barely gotten started.
“Anywhere, hm?” says Elliot. “I like the sound of that.” His hand loosens its grip at my hip, sliding back to stroke my ass over the thin skirt I wore for the meeting with the network. Elliot traces a finger down the seam between my cheeks and I press back into his hand, seeking a firmer touch.
Alex catches on quick, holding my wrists tight with one hand, inching my skirt up with the other. Elliot takes immediate advantage, that lone teasing finger tracing the crevice of my backside.
“You wore a thong for your meeting?” says Elliot, his voice going rough. Tracing his way back up, he tugs at the tiny strip of fabric, wrapping it around his finger, making me lose my breath. Alex tugs the rest of my skirt up over my hips so he can see it too, baring me to them both.
“For good luck,” I say, finally figuring out what Elliot was asking me. “And just in case we had something to celebrate afterward.”
“Beautiful,” murmurs Alex, stroking the fabric across my mound.
“We’re buying stock in whatever company makes these,” says Elliot, making me laugh even while I’m starting to sweat.
“Can we stop talking now? Because I could really use an orgasm or three right about now.”
Alex lays his mouth across mine, kissing me deeply, swallowing the gasp Elliot draws out of me as he tugs at the fabric still wrapped around his finger. The rough, damp lace drags across the swollen flesh between my legs and my pussy tightens around nothing, desperate for something to hold on to.
Alex slides his hand between my legs, seeking my clit with an expert touch, but he doesn’t touch me where I want it most. Instead, he hovers there, making me painfully aware of precisely how close he is without actually giving me what I want.
Elliot’s taken to alternating his tugging with sliding another finger low beneath the fabric of my thong, drawing on the moisture there and sliding back up to tease my ass.
“I’d love to bury myself in your ass right now,” he murmurs. “Just slide right in and fuck you blind.”
“So do it already,” I gasp. Alex is breathing harder now and he doesn’t say anything at all, which makes me wonder…
What if Elliot’s not talking to me this time?
“Fuck yes,” I tell Elliot, though it’s Alex I’m looking at. “Now?”
Alex brings his gaze up from between my legs to look me in the eye. He nods.
“Oh my God.” Elliot hasn’t stopped his torture and Alex picks that moment to slide two fingers under my thong, tracing quick circles over and over my clit. Less than a minute later, I’m crying out, the orgasm taking me over as I collapse between them, Alex’s hold the only thing keeping me upright.
Elliot’s nuzzling my neck as I recover, both their cocks pressing against me, reminding me of the scene I’d walked in on earlier.
“Upstairs,” I say, still panting. “Now.”
Elliot chuckles. I still can’t see his face, but this time I hear the nerves in his voice.
“Impatient, are we?”
“If anybody’s impatient, I’d think it was you,” I shoot back over my shoulder. “Considering where you were sitting when I walked in.”
He kisses my neck as Alex sets me back on my feet, releasing my wrists.
“Good point,” says Elliot. I tip my head back, turning into him for a kiss. He’s trembling.
Sweet, sweet man. As far as I know, he and Alex have never done this, never touched each other this way, though it comes up in their dirty talk all the time. Especially lately. Just the thought of getting to watch them together has me on the edge again.
The bedroom is dim, somebody having already drawn the curtains earlier. Alex is the last one through the door, closing it firmly behind him. Elliot busies himself, shedding the rest of his clothes but taking his damn time about it.
“Elliot,” says Alex, watching him. “You don’t have to do this.”
Elliot kicks away his jeans and looks at us both.
“Yes, I do,” he says. “I want to.”
“Yeah?” asks Alex. Elliot swallows and nods. “Good. Get on your knees and show me.”
My mouth drops open.
Elliot drops to his knees before Alex, pulling Alex’s pants off, pushing them away when he steps out of them. He runs his hands up Alex’s thighs, coming together to wrap them around his stiff cock.
Not about to let that view go to waste, I drop to my knees next to Elliot,
stroking his thick thighs with my fingertips.
“Suck him, Elliot,” I whisper, just to spur him on. I want to see him lose it, to completely lose himself in Alex. “Get him nice and hard for us. Are you going to fuck him?” Elliot groans in affirmation. Alex is watching us, panting as Elliot bobs up and down on his dick. He comes up gasping, so I take a turn, wetting my lips to slide them down Alex’s fat cock, taking as much as I can. Alex pulls me back with a hand in my hair, his other hand pressing Elliot’s mouth back to the head of his cock. Alex lets Elliot take a suck, then pulls him off to switch us again. By the third time he switches between our mouths, Alex’s thighs are shaking with need.
“He’s got such a great ass,” I say, pitching my voice so Alex can hear me, too. “Don’t you think?”
Elliot pulls off Alex’s cock, swiping the tip with his tongue before he answers me.
“You trying to get me off already, sunshine?” Elliot says. Alex slides a hand into his hair, forcing Elliot to look up.
“Get up here,” says Alex. “Both of you. Joelle, on the bed.” I scramble up to do as he says.
I’m about to turn around to face them when Elliot stops me.
“Nope,” he says, pointing toward the far wall. “Hands and knees, facing this way.”
I’m not terribly sure what he’s after until I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror to my right. It’s not a full-length mirror. It sits atop Alex’s antique dresser, almost as wide as the room itself. In it, I can see Alex standing behind me, Elliot’s excellent ass where he stands looking at me, and my own body, posted up on all fours.
In short, it’s the perfect position to watch.
Alex pulls a bottle of lube from a nightstand drawer and tosses it on the bed next to me. I watch in the mirror as Elliot moves closer, coming to stand next to Alex behind me. Alex cups his cheek and Elliot leans in, kissing him hard, a hand already sliding down to fist around Alex’s still hard dick. The sight stirs me. Propping myself on one elbow, I can’t resist sliding a hand between my legs as I watch them touch each other. Elliot snags the lube from beside me, pouring a surfeit over his cock. Alex reaches out to help and Elliot thrusts up into his grip.
At the sound of my moan, they turn to look at me—ass in the air, hand between my legs. I should be embarrassed but like Alex always reminds me, there’s no shame in what we do together. Given the heat in the eyes of these men when they look at me, I can’t find it in myself to argue with that.
“Hands and knees,” Alex says to me. I reluctantly obey, watching in the mirror as he kneels on the bed behind me, wiping lube over his own cock. We all decided to get tested a few months ago, and since everything came back clear and I’m still on the pill, we decided to skip the condoms.
Still on the pill for now, anyway. The way things have been going, I may not be on it much longer.
My heart skips a beat at the thought, even as Alex lines up the head of his cock and starts teasing me with it, pressing in ever so slightly then pulling back just enough so he’s not touching me. In no time, I’m rocking back into him, begging him with my body to hurry up and fuck me already.
“You going to tease her all day, Alex?”
In the mirror, I watch Elliot pumping his cock, his color high. Alex meets my gaze in the mirror and smiles as he slides his cock in and drives it into me, fucking me deep.
He brings me right up to my orgasm, stopping just shy of tipping me over the edge. I drop my forehead to the bed and groan in frustration.
“Don’t worry, sunshine,” says Elliot. He’s somewhere behind me now. “We won’t make you wait much longer.”
I take a deep breath and push up, forcing my own frustration aside. There’s no way I’m missing what happens next.
Alex holds himself still inside me as Elliot climbs up behind him on the bed. Over my shoulder, I can see Elliot rest his hand at Alex’s throat, pulling him in for a scorching hot kiss before Alex leans back down over me, his hands braced on the bed next to mine. In the mirror I can see him arching his back, opening himself up for Elliot. Sweat beads across Elliot’s forehead as he wraps a hand around his long cock, pressing forward and back against Alex much like Alex had done to me just moments ago.
“Jesus, Elliot,” pants Alex, his mouth at my shoulder. Between kisses, I hear him start to swear. “Fucking do it already.” They’ve been fooling around like this for weeks, and the new plug we’ve been using isn’t all that small, but I still worry Alex is going to get himself hurt if they rush.
Elliot obviously has the same concern because he’s backed off Alex’s ass, his hands working there instead. Whatever he’s doing must feel good—I can feel Alex’s cock start to pulse inside me. I squeeze every muscle I can around it, doing my part to make this as good for him as I can on my end.
“You like this, sunshine?” Alex all but grunts in my ear. I nod, unable to speak, bearing down on him, trying for the friction I need to get myself off. Alex begins to move his hips—just a beat, a pulse. Just enough to make me feel him moving. “Just a little longer, Joelle.”
I’m moaning into the bedspread again when Alex stops moving and I hear his gasp at my ear. I turn to the mirror to see Elliot, his hands spreading the muscles of Alex’s ass, his big cock pressing closer. He goes still, trying to catch his breath as he moves his hands to Alex’s hips.
“Okay?” he asks. I’ve never heard his voice so rough. “Alex? Talk to me.”
Alex is nodding nonstop, his eyes closed. “Do it,” he says. “Do it. For God’s sake, fuck me, Elliot.”
Elliot sucks in a breath and that’s all she wrote. He fucks his hips forward, sliding into Alex, not stopping until he’s pressed all the way up against the other man’s ass. I don’t dare blink.
The only sound in the room is our breathing. A moment passes, then two. Then Alex groans and it all goes haywire. Elliot’s thrusting against him and I can’t see him clearly anymore because Alex is pumping into me, finally, finally making me come. It crashes into me so hard I almost pass out, but the guys aren’t done yet.
Alex is still working me over, shoving me past the first peak and into the second before I even know what’s happened, one dexterous hand sneaking around my hips to finger my clit. When my vision clears enough to see the mirror again, Elliot’s fucking him fast, gripping his hips fiercely enough to bruise. Elliot comes with a shout, his orgasm shaking out of him until he collapses over Alex’s back.
How Alex managed to hold off his own orgasm I’ll never know, but he’s watching us in the mirror and seeing Elliot come sends him over the edge. He bucks into me once, twice, and growls into my shoulder, clutching me tight as he comes and comes and comes.
What feels like a thousand years later, I realize we’re all still curled up in bed and in desperate need of a shower. I peek at the guys, stifling my giggles in case they’ve fallen asleep, but Alex meets my gaze as soon as I turn my head to look his way.
“Move in with us, sunshine,” he says quietly.
My heart stutters to a stop.
“Yeah,” says Elliot, shifting up onto one elbow on my other side to look down where I lay between them. “Let’s make it official.”
My heart kicks back on again, so full of joy I’m afraid I might burst.
“You mean it?” I ask.
“With every fiber of my being,” says Alex. “I love you.”
“More than anything,” says Elliot. “More than life.” He leans down to kiss my cheek.
“Stay with us,” says Alex, his heart in his eyes, no longer afraid to show it. “Be with us.”
As if I’d rather be anywhere else.
“Yes.”
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Whitley Gree
n writes hot menage romance because she can’t help herself. She likes coffee, scotch, and Sherlock Holmes in any incarnation.
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