The sensation was odd, different, but not in a bad way. Invasive. Intimate. Concentrating on Damon’s finger caused his impending orgasm to slow down for several seconds, but when Damon squeezed Spencer’s neck harder, stared into his eyes deeper, and added another finger, bumping up against his prostate, Spencer lost himself. The dual sensations of Olivia’s mouth and Damon’s fingers pushed him to the edge.
He was going to explode in a way he’d never done before. It scared him. His legs started shaking. He couldn’t catch his breath. He yanked his hands from the wall at his sides and grabbed Damon’s hips, gripping them so hard he would leave bruises where his fingers touched.
Damon drew his lips closer to Spencer’s and whispered against his mouth. “That’s it, baby. Give it to me.”
Spencer lost all control as his vision blurred. He didn’t even have the opportunity to warn Olivia, and she didn’t seem to care. She held his thighs and sucked him deeper as he came down her throat.
Olivia’s suction slowly eased up when he was spent, just as Damon’s fingers slowed their thrusting.
Spencer found himself breathing heavily, blinking, trying to focus. But it was nearly impossible.
Olivia rose between them and cupped his face, kissing him all over his cheeks and neck and shoulders. “That was gorgeous,” she murmured.
The water had chilled, and Damon reached to turn it off, his erection bobbing thick and hard and long as it brushed both Olivia’s hip and then Spencer’s.
Why had the man always felt the need to orchestrate everyone else’s pleasure before his own?
Damon stepped from the enclosure and grabbed a stack of towels. He handed them to Spencer and Olivia before drying himself off.
Spencer worked fast, tossed his on the counter, and reached for Damon’s hips. “You got left out.”
Olivia was right beside him, nodding her agreement. “I think he likes the control.”
Damon smirked. “I’m not done with either of you.”
Olivia smiled. “Good. Let’s move to the bedroom.” She grabbed both men’s hands and tugged.
Spencer eagerly followed her, anxious to spend hours on that king-sized bed exploring every inch of his lovers.
Damon was right beside him, his hand wrapped around his cock, grazing up and down the shaft lazily with a confidence Spencer both admired and found incredibly sexy.
“I hope you’re planning to put this inside me now,” Olivia crooned as she covered Damon’s hand with her own, stroking with him.
Damon gave her a half grin. “You ready for that?”
She smiled, releasing him to climb onto the bed. She scooted back and settled in the center on her back, elbows supporting her, legs spread.
Most beautiful sight in the world.
Damon climbed up and crawled toward her center like a panther, stalking her slowly.
Spencer wasn’t sure what his role was going to be in this next scene, but he joined them on the bed, settling on his side next to Olivia, his hand on Damon’s hip.
Damon looked Olivia in the eyes as he spoke. “I like control.”
“We can see that,” Olivia said with a smile in her voice. “It’s hot.”
Damon wasn’t touching any part of her, and he continued to hold himself aloft with his hands at her sides as he bent his face and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.
Spencer couldn’t even blink. Everything Damon did was like a piece of art. Precise. Planned. Perfect. Spencer didn’t dare interrupt. He would take his cues from Damon. He knew the man would turn his attention toward him when he was ready.
Olivia moaned as Damon drew her nipple in hard, pulling it away from her breast. He released it finally with a pop and immediately did the same to the other tit.
Spencer licked his lips, wondering if there might be times in the future when two of them might fuck without the third.
Wondering what that dynamic might look like…
With Damon in the room, the air had a demanding quality. He conducted an orchestrated dance of limbs and bodies. He was in charge.
What if he weren’t there? What would Olivia and Spencer’s sex look like without him?
Or weirder—Spencer shuddered—what would sex be like with Damon without Olivia? He wasn’t sure he would ever know. Hell, he couldn’t be sure they would ever even have a night like this again. Perhaps it was a one-time event.
That thought brought a knot to his throat, and he shook it away. This night was all about pleasure. There was no room for melancholy.
Damon released Olivia’s second nipple after pulling it tight, making her gasp and squirm. “I want to be inside you. It’s going to be hard and fast, because I’m out of self-control.”
She nodded eagerly.
“Later, we’ll do it again. Gentler. Slower.”
She swallowed hard. “Okay.” Her legs shifted on the sheets.
Damon turned his attention to Spencer. “There are condoms and lube in my jeans.”
Spencer lifted a brow. “You carry condoms in your jeans?” He flinched. “And lube?”
Damon grinned. “Of course. Don’t you?”
Spencer felt the heat rise on his face. “No. Actually, no.”
Damon chuckled. “Will you get them?”
“Of course.” Spencer slid from the bed and padded to the bathroom. Sure enough, Damon had two condoms in his jeans and several small single-use lube packets. Spencer grabbed the entire pile.
When he returned, he found that neither of his lovers had moved an inch. Damon was staring down at Olivia, who was looking up at him longingly, her full lips parted.
“Put one on me,” Damon instructed, shifting his gaze toward Spencer.
Oh God. Spencer’s fingers shook as he tore open the foil with his teeth and then pulled out the rubber. He reached between Olivia and Damon’s bodies and rolled the condom down Damon’s erection, lingering, wishing there might be a day when Damon used that erection on him. In fact, he glanced at the spare condom and said a silent prayer that Damon might have the energy to fuck Spencer after Olivia.
Or maybe Spencer would be recuperated enough to fuck Olivia in a few minutes. Judging by the fullness he already felt, there was a good chance he would be able to orgasm again any time. Perhaps because he’d been deprived by a long dry spell. Or perhaps because he was so fucking attracted to both of these people that he couldn’t keep from getting hard again.
“Spencer.” Damon’s voice was deep, gravelly, commanding.
Spencer jerked his attention back to Damon. “Yes?”
“Baby, put the other one on you.”
“On me?” Spencer was confused. What did Damon have in mind? Were they going to switch back and forth, each taking Olivia?
That made sense. Of course.
Spencer scrambled to roll the second condom on himself. When he finished, he lifted his gaze to find Damon on his knees now. The man reached for Spencer’s neck and pulled him closer. He kissed his lips, thoroughly—the only way Damon ever kissed.
When he finally pulled back a few inches, he met Spencer’s gaze. “Baby, I want you to take me from behind while I’m inside Olivia. Can you do that?”
Spencer gasped. That wasn’t a scenario he had pictured or expected. He also hadn’t ever experienced that kind of penetration with a man. “I… I don’t know.” He glanced at Olivia, who was smiling at him. Uncertainty filled him. He’d visualized Damon inside him dozens of times, but the opposite?
Damon reached for Spencer’s cock and ran his fingers up and down his shaft. His voice was gentle but demanding when he spoke. “I want you inside me. Trust me. You’re going to love the feeling. There’s nothing like the rush of entering a male lover.”
Spencer felt heat crawl up his cheeks. It wasn’t as though he was opposed. He’d simply been taken off guard, and he’d never anticipated this move. It was amazing how dominant Damon could remain while asking another man to fuck him.
Spencer reached for the packet of lube with trembling finge
rs. God, he wanted this.
Damon gave him that sexy half grin. “Good. Climb behind me.”
Spencer swallowed, not moving yet. “Have you…uh…have you done this before?”
“Which part?” Damon asked, grinning wider.
Spencer felt the blood that rushed to his face, and then he glanced at Damon’s ass. “Had a man inside you. I mean, do I need to do something first?”
Damon kissed Spencer again, briefly this time. He grabbed Spencer’s neck and held him tight. “I’ve had men inside me. It’s been a long time. I’ll be fine. Use that lube and go slow.”
“Oh. Okay.” Spencer rubbed his own neck as Damon released him. Spencer was shocked, wrapping his mind around this development. He hadn’t imagined ever being the one to enter Damon. In every one of his daydreams, Damon had entered him. After all, the guy was clearly a top. Controlling. Demanding.
Damon stroked a hand down Spencer’s chest and then trailed a finger along the underside of his erection. “You thought I would want it the other way,” he correctly guessed.
“Yes. I mean…”
Damon drew his finger back up to Spencer’s chin. “Just because I like to direct the scene, doesn’t mean I don’t crave having you inside me. It feels amazing. I’ll turn the tables on you next time. Right now, I want to feel the unbelievable intensity of being inside Olivia while you’re inside me.”
Spencer nodded. It was beyond okay. With growing confidence, he crawled behind Damon and then between his legs.
Olivia’s legs were pressed very wide to accommodate both sets of knees between hers. She groaned as she reached for Damon. “We done talking?” she asked.
Damon took both her hands in his, threaded their fingers, and pressed them into the mattress above her head. He kissed her lips sweetly next. “Yeah, we’re done talking. Until you scream both our names.” At that last word, he thrust into her.
Olivia cried out.
Spencer clasped Damon’s hips, his cock rock hard at the prospect of how tight this was going to be. Even though he’d come minutes ago, there was a good chance he wouldn’t last two thrusts. Maybe Damon had known that and factored it into his plan. The previous orgasm would at least buy him some time. Lord knew how much.
When Damon slowly pulled out and then eased back into Olivia, she whimpered. “Damon…”
Damon held steady. “Join us, Spencer.”
Spencer’s hand was shaking as he took his dick, squeezed the lube on the tip, and lined it up with Damon’s tight hole.
“Slow and easy at first,” Damon instructed.
Spencer breached Damon’s entrance, teeth gritted. God, he was tight. So much more than he could have imagined. And so damn good.
He eased in an inch and then back out. Again. Farther. By the fourth time, he let himself slide all the way to the hilt. If he wasn’t mistaken, Damon’s arms were shaking. The man was definitely breathing heavily.
Damon cleared his throat. “Spencer, baby…”
“Yeah?” Spencer stiffened, concerned. Was he hurting him?
“That feels so fucking amazing. You can’t imagine. So full. Now move with me. Do what feels natural.” Damon pulled out of Olivia, his body pushing Spencer back several inches. When he thrust back into her, Spencer automatically eased out.
With just the tip of his head still imbedded in Damon, he stared at the gorgeous sight of his two lovers beneath him. He was by no means the one in charge. Nor did he want to be. Damon wasn’t kidding. Even when Damon lay on the bottom under them or sandwiched between them, he was still in charge.
It was sexy as hell.
Damon picked up the pace. Spencer was awkward at first, but then he got the rhythm. Thank God, he had both of them to look at. The beauty of their connection was the only thing distracting him enough to keep his orgasm at bay.
He never wanted this to end. But Damon was picking up the pace, and Spencer was losing the battle. And Olivia was bucking her hips upward, moaning in that tone that drove Spencer to the edge. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying so hard to hold back.
“Come, Spencer,” Damon demanded.
That was it. Spencer gave it up, his dick emptying into the condom as if he hadn’t just come a while ago in the shower.
“Olivia… Baby… You too. Come for me. I want to watch the way that gorgeous mouth of yours falls open and your eyes roll back.”
Through his post-orgasm haze, without withdrawing from Damon, Spencer wondered how in the hell the man was able to continue to make sentences and direct this scene. He was bionic.
Olivia’s heels dug into the mattress, and she held her hips high off the bed as she groaned loudly. Music. So beautiful.
Seconds after she succumbed, Damon finally lowered his forehead to Olivia’s shoulder and thrust into her as deep as he could. His entire body convulsed around his orgasm.
And Spencer felt every inch of it from inside his tight ass.
Chapter 18
The sun was high in the sky when Olivia blinked herself awake. She was tucked deep under the covers. She was also aware she was alone in the bed even before she opened her eyes.
Coffee…
The scent reached her nose before anything else.
When she moved, rolling onto her back, she realized her entire body ached deliciously, and she smiled. She’d never been so sated. So relaxed.
From a young age, she’d known she preferred the excitement of something most people would find unconventional. She had never been particular about whether she dated girls or guys. Nor had she felt the societal stigma against having two partners. It was who she was.
And now she’d experienced perfection with two men who doted on her like she was a princess.
Speaking of which, a knee hit the mattress at her side, and she opened her eyes to find Damon leaning over her, a mug of coffee in his hand, a smile on his face. “Sleep well?”
She pushed herself to sitting, scooting back so she could lean against a pile of pillows at the headboard. “I don’t know if I’ve ever slept that hard.”
“Good.” He sat on one hip after handing her the coffee.
Spencer wandered over to the end of the bed and leaned on his palms. “Damn, but you are sexy in the morning. I’ve thought so every single day, but I wasn’t sure it was appropriate to say it out loud.”
She smiled at him, at his rumpled hair, at the way only one eye was showing because the other was lost under the locks. “It will never be inappropriate for you to tell me I’m sexy.”
He returned her smile with a broad one of his own.
“So,” she began, taking a sip of the coffee, “what’s on our exciting agenda for the day? It would seem we are indefinitely trapped here with instructions not to leave the house.” She hoped both men saw the twinkle in her eye. She would gladly spend the day naked, trying out a dozen sexual positions.
Apparently Damon had a similar idea, though his next words shocked her. “First, we’re going to feed you. Then we’re going to shower. Then we’ll ignore the rest of the world for a while and use our imaginations.” His grin was almost a chuckle.
Heat suffused her cheeks immediately, and apparently Damon hadn’t given Spencer a heads-up on that plan either because Spencer righted himself, standing fully, licking his lips.
She cleared her throat. “Shouldn’t we get ahold of Dade at some point?”
Spencer nodded. “Already did.”
How was she ever going to walk away from this relationship? She looked away, fighting those thoughts. She needed to relax and enjoy this time with them.
They might have days together before they left this house, but she had little doubt the clock was ticking. When this fiasco with Blue Cell was over, so was this ménage undoubtedly. There wasn’t a chance in hell all three of them could take this public.
There was also no way could she possibly choose between them, leaving one of them out, nor could she imagine they would both agree to some sort of permanent ménage.
“Olivia?” Da
mon asked. He was too damn observant. Obviously he’d picked up on her stressful thoughts.
She turned her gaze back to his and smiled, tipping her head to one side. After she had Damon’s attention, she shifted to look at Spencer. “Who needs breakfast?”
Ten hours later, Olivia was limp and sated and exhausted. Damon had proven he was a man who not only liked control, but he did so in a way that everyone in the room craved it.
That was just the beginning.
They stopped to eat about four times, crazy assortments of foods they could grab fast to restore their energy. And then the show continued.
Olivia discovered that after ten years in hibernation, she was insatiable. Damon apparently hadn’t had even one partner in a few years, let alone two.
Spencer was the only one of them who’d had sex in recent history, but his had been at a club for the sole purpose of blowing off steam. He made it clear he’d never been this emotionally involved with another person, and that apparently it was much easier to get hard over and over again when that connection existed.
Damon teased him that his age was a definite factor.
Now, Damon was leaning over Olivia’s body, feeding her apple wedges. Spencer was sitting against the headboard on her other side, feet crossed, tossing popcorn in his mouth.
“How long do you think it might be before someone comes to get us?” Spencer asked.
Damon shrugged. “I have no idea, but I’m so fucking glad none of us pondered it the entire day and we all were able to relax and enjoy ourselves.”
“Me too,” Olivia added. “I’m going to miss this easy camaraderie when we’re rescued.”
Both Damon and Spencer stiffened next to her. Interesting.
Damon reached across her, set a hand between her hip and Spencer’s, and met her gaze. “I’m not sure rescued is the right word, but what makes you think we won’t still enjoy each other after we reenter society?”
Olivia watched him closely as he spoke, trying to decide if he meant those words. Damon probably did, actually. He was thirty. An established adult who’d been around the block and knew what he wanted. He was controlling enough that she could just believe he might tell the world around him to fuck themselves if they thought they could tell him how to live.
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