No Limits

by Nicki Bennett

  Kit chuckled wryly. “Whole hell of a lot of good it did us,” he said. “We couldn’t even make ourselves open it without you. Apparently kinky sex is only really good with you involved.”

  The admission made Devon vaguely uneasy, as if that was all he brought to the relationship. He knew that wasn’t how Kit meant it, knew that wasn’t how either of them felt, but it strengthened his resolve about what he wanted to ask them for. “Well, I hope you won’t be disappointed, but I wasn’t planning to use anything from it tonight.”

  “God, Devon, you could never open it again and I’d be okay with that as long as you were here with us!” Kit froze in his tracks, spinning around to catch Devon in his arms. “Jon and I talked quite a bit about it, actually, and we realized it doesn’t matter whether we’re kinky or not as long as it feels natural. We just want to be together, however that looks, whatever that means. Yes, the games are fun, but only because they feel right with you, not because we need them to love you.”

  “Bed,” Jonathan reminded them with a nudge. Yes, they needed to share what they’d discussed with Devon and start talking about how they’d cope once Camelot ended, but they didn’t need to do it tonight. “Whatever we do, I need to feel Devon in my arms, and I need it now.”

  “No argument from me,” Devon agreed, pulling back the duvet and climbing into bed. He patted the sheets on either side of him in invitation. “I want to feel both of you next to me.”

  Kit hurried around to the far side of the bed and slid beneath the sheets to press against the length of Devon’s body. “Fuck, it feels good to have you between us again. We missed you, luv. Don’t ever doubt that.” He wrapped his arms around Devon’s torso, snuggling as close as he could possibly get, draping his thigh over Devon’s as well, as if to keep him in place.

  Jonathan slid against Devon’s other side, marveling as he always did how perfectly the three of them fit together, no matter which of them was in the middle. Reaching up to run a hand through Devon’s hair, he turned his head until their mouths met, the gentle kiss of welcome turning heated as soon as their tongues slipped together. He delved into Devon’s mouth, relishing the taste of mint and scotch and pure, undiluted Devon.

  A blissful groan erupted from Devon’s throat at the intensity of the kiss. Fuck, he’d missed this. His own hand could bring him off, and had while they were apart, but it was this connection he’d missed, this loving that didn’t hide the hunger beneath it but was so much more than just lust and need. He broke the kiss with a final nip to Jonathan’s lips and turned his head to capture Kit’s mouth with the same fierce tenderness.

  Kit gave in to the kiss completely, offering Devon his mouth as he did his best to climb inside Devon’s skin. He needed to eradicate all distance between them, as if he could somehow erase the last five weeks of separation. He tugged on Devon’s hips until he rolled onto his side so their cocks bumped. Kit bucked against him suggestively, realizing fleetingly that he could come right now if Devon let him. He sucked harder on Devon’s tongue, hoping Devon would order him to suck something else before long.

  Jonathan watched Devon and Kit kiss with a smile on his face before leaning up on an elbow and bending over them, his tongue darting out to lick at their joined lips. Three-way kisses were always messy, but he didn’t care; almost nothing else made him feel the unity between them as strongly.

  Devon opened his mouth to Jonathan’s, three tongues tangling in an intricate, unchoreographed dance. His cock bumped against Kit’s, Jonathan’s grinding into his thigh as they kissed. They could easily come just from this needy frottage, but Devon wanted more than that. There was no way he could decide which of his two lovers he wanted first, no way he would willingly cede the decadent connection to the two men who owned his heart.

  Easing back from the kiss, he ran a hand over each of his lovers’ heads, tawny and dark strands slipping through his fingers. “Want you to make love to me,” he said, the moment too fraught with emotion for him to use the crude word fuck. “Both of you. Together.”

  “Jon’s already behind you,” Kit said, slithering down the front of Devon’s body. “If you stay right like you are, he’ll have access to your arse while I suck you off from this side.”

  “That’s not what I meant, sunshine.” Devon grasped Kit’s shoulder and tugged him back upward, knowing he’d never last once Kit got his mouth on his cock.

  “Both of us?” Jonathan’s eyes darkened as the meaning of Devon’s words sank in. “Fuck, Devon, I’ll need to get my ring. I’d come as soon as I’m inside you, let alone with Kit rubbing against me.”

  “Get mine while you’re at it,” Kit said hoarsely, trembling at the thought of what Devon had proposed. He pressed against the length of Devon’s body, remembering a comment Devon had made soon after the three of them had gotten together about making love this way. The thought had turned his insides to mush then, and it had the same effect now. He would never have suggested it, but now that Devon had, he ached with the wanting of it, but he had to ask. “You sure about this?”

  “As sure as I am about how much I love you both,” Devon answered. “No rings, though,” he told Jonathan, who raised an eyebrow but didn’t protest further. “If you come, you come, but I want to feel both of you without anything between us, even the rings. No toys, no kink. Just the three of us.”

  “You are at least planning to let us use lube, I hope?” Jonathan remembered how slowly and thoroughly Devon had prepped him the night he’d asked to be fisted. Having two cocks inside him would stretch Devon nearly as widely, and Jonathan was going to be sure Devon was as well prepared as both he and Kit could make him before either of them breached him. He also fully intended to ask for the same kind of loving at some time in the very near future.

  “I’m not a masochist.” Devon grinned and reached toward the bedside table to extract a full tube from the drawer. “But this is all I want between you and Kit and me.”

  “So how do we do this?” Kit asked seriously, taking the tube from Devon’s hand and squirting a generous dollop in his palm to warm. He wasn’t about to have Devon accuse him of rushing. “I’m having trouble imagining everything in the right places.”

  “Before we do anything, Devon’s lying back and letting us prep him,” Jonathan interjected in a voice that would brook no argument. Nudging Devon to the mattress, he raised one of his knees and moved between his legs, leaning forward until he could lick the skin behind Devon’s cock.

  “Ah Christ, Jon,” Devon groaned, bending his other knee and spreading his legs wider to open himself more completely to Jonathan’s attentions. He wrapped his hand around his cock, squeezing the base to keep himself from coming in Jonathan’s face. He wasn’t going to come until he had both Jonathan and Kit inside him.

  “I knew that,” Kit muttered, pushing Devon’s leg toward his chest so he could slide beneath it to get his mouth on any part of Devon he could reach. He bumped heads with Jonathan, chuckling a little and nuzzling him as Jonathan lifted Devon’s other leg to make room for them. “You get his hole; I’ll play with his balls,” Kit proposed, “or vice versa. Whichever you prefer.”

  “Leave m’bollocks alone or I won’t last long enough for this to happen,” Devon complained.

  “Didn’t you tell me once I’d be more relaxed if I came first?” Jonathan replied before sliding his tongue along the smooth skin of Devon’s perineum.

  “You did say that,” Kit agreed, pushing Devon’s leg out of the way so he could take Devon’s cock into his mouth and down his throat in one smooth motion.

  “Bloody—” Devon’s response was cut off as his muscles seized and he came hard down Kit’s throat, pulse after seemingly endless pulse. He could feel Kit swallowing around him, feel Jonathan licking at his balls as they emptied, his body shuddering with pent-up release. When he finally stopped trembling enough to move, he cuffed Kit’s head, Kit grinning up at him unrepentantly. “Bastard,” he groused, though it was hard to complain when his body felt so del
iciously sated. “I didn’t mean to come like that.”

  “You can punish me for it later,” Kit promised. “For now, though, we have some prep work to do.” He looked down at the dollop of gel he had smeared all over his hand. “Although I think maybe I’d better start over with the lube.” He grabbed the tube, squeezing some more into his palm before offering it to Jonathan. “He wants both our cocks, so maybe we’d better start with both our fingers?”

  “I had something else in mind before our fingers.” Jonathan glanced up at Devon, his eyes sparkling. “Didn’t you tell us that being multiorgasmic was a state of mind? Well, prepare to have your mind blown, babe.” Lifting Devon’s knee, he bent between his legs again, his tongue sliding wetly over Devon’s hole.

  Devon’s legs fell open without prompting, his heels digging into the sheets as Jonathan’s tongue traced over the tight ring of muscle. It clenched in anticipation of the probing tongue breaching him, but Jonathan seemed determined to restoke his arousal lick by teasing lick. He buried a hand in Jonathan’s hair, holding him in place, willing the wet tongue to work its way inside him.

  Since he loved rimming his lovers nearly as much as he enjoyed being on the receiving end of their attentions, it was no hardship for Jonathan to take his time. It was harder to ignore his own growing arousal at the grunts and growls and flat-out whimpers as he teased Devon. He could only think of one thing that would make it better, and he glanced to the side as the tip of his tongue pushed against Devon’s entrance, not yet pressing inside. He met Kit’s gaze and tilted his head, silently inviting Kit to join him.

  Kit hitched Devon’s hips higher, bending him nearly double to make room for his head as well, his tongue darting out to join Jonathan’s against the puckered hole. He could taste the sweat from Devon’s travel as he helped Jonathan rim their prodigal lover. He didn’t know how long they could maintain the position they had Devon in, but he’d enjoy the musky flavor for as long as he could.

  Devon grasped his knees to hold them out of the way, opening himself as wide as his legs would spread. His thigh muscles would probably ache tomorrow, but since he already anticipated aching in a much more pleasurable way, it was the least of his concerns. Raising his head, he watched Jonathan and Kit turn toward each other, their tongues meeting in a kiss over his dampened flesh, the sight almost as arousing as when those tongues were sliding against him.

  After plundering Devon’s smoky flavor from Kit’s mouth, Jonathan’s tongue finally delved into the furled entrance for a taste of his own. Kit’s tongue followed his, the slick muscles sliding together in a foretaste of the contact to come that made Jonathan groan from deep in his chest. Together they probed as deeply into Devon as they could reach, stretching and wetting him, though Jonathan knew that wouldn’t be enough. After lingering as long as he could, he reached for Kit’s hand, gathering some of the warmed lube he still held in his palm.

  Giving Devon’s arse one last lick, Kit pulled back, his fingers rubbing against Jonathan’s as they smeared the lube over their hands. Keeping their hands entwined, he extended one slick finger and circled Devon’s dampened hole. “Ready for more?”

  Taking Devon’s groan for an affirmative, Kit pushed his finger in as far as the first knuckle, waiting for Jonathan to join him before going deeper. Their fingers rubbed together as they opened Devon, the sensation markedly different than when Kit had two of his own fingers in either Jonathan’s or Devon’s arse. He could only imagine the same slip and slide when they got their cocks inside Devon. The thought made him so hard it hurt.

  Given the number of times Devon’s lovers had put two fingers—or more than two fingers—inside him, the sensation shouldn’t have been this arousing, especially when he’d already come once. But knowing that one of the fingers was Kit’s and one was Jonathan’s, and that they’d be replacing those fingers soon with their cocks, had Devon hardening again with each slide back and forth past his slackening ring. When one of the fingertips—he couldn’t tell whose—brushed his prostate, he cried out, his resurgent cock slapping his stomach as he bucked into the touch.

  They could probably make Devon come again like this, Jonathan thought, holding back a smirk as he rubbed against his lover’s gland a second time. He wasn’t sure his own control could hold out that long, though, each time Devon pushed against their fingers making his cock swell with need. Deciding Devon needed to be stretched wider, he worked a second finger inside, holding still while Kit followed suit and Devon released the gasp of breath he’d been holding.

  Kit was tempted to lower his head and lick at Devon’s bollocks again, but he restrained himself, focusing instead on stretching Devon as thoroughly as possible. When their four fingers slid in and out easily, Kit looked questioningly at Jonathan, who nodded his agreement. Folding his ring finger beneath the other two, Kit pressed the tips against Devon’s entrance, studying his lover’s face to make sure they were not hurting him. A moment later, he felt Jonathan do the same. Slowly, they pushed in together, feeling the slackened muscle give even more, surprising Kit with its flexibility. “You’re amazing,” he whispered, kissing Devon’s knee tenderly. “Letting us love you this way.”

  “Going to be… even more amazing,” Devon answered hoarsely. His chest was already tight, his breath rough and uneven, as he willed himself to relax into the alternating glide and retreat of his lovers’ fingers. When the next deep push pressed against his prostate again, his heels slid to the sheets. “Enough. Want you inside me now.”

  “How do you want us?” Jonathan asked, spreading his fingers before sliding them out, trying to judge if they’d stretched Devon enough to accept them both. He had personal experience in how much a sphincter could accommodate, but he didn’t want this experience to be tinged with pain, for any of them. “What will work best for you, babe?”

  “One of you underneath me and one on top.” Devon had to fight not to clench against the fingers sliding out of him. For the first time he understood Jonathan’s comment about how empty he felt in the moments between fingers sliding out and his lover’s cock sliding in. “I’ll straddle the one on the bed, and then the other one can slide in from behind me.”

  “Best if it’s me on the bottom, then,” Jonathan volunteered. “It might be too much of a strain on Kit’s back to have both of us on top of him.” Not to mention that the thought of both Devon and Kit’s weight pressing him into the mattress would be the next best thing to both of them fucking him.

  “It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve both been on top of me,” Kit reminded them, “but I’m game to drive.” He offered Devon a hand. “Up with you, then, so Jon can lie down and get ready for you.”

  The moment Jonathan stretched out on the bed, Kit ran a hand up his cock, slicking it and then holding it upright for Devon to mount. Jonathan placed his hand over Kit’s at the base of his cock, his control too tenuous to let Kit keep stroking him.

  Devon braced a knee on either side of Jonathan’s waist and lowered himself onto the erect shaft, opened enough from his lovers’ ministrations that Jonathan slid in easily, the silken flesh rubbing him in all the right places. “Fuck, Jon, feels so good,” he groaned, leaning forward to capture Jonathan’s mouth, pushing his tongue inside the way Jonathan was pressed into him.

  Jonathan’s moan was swallowed by Devon’s mouth as he struggled against coming as soon as he was sheathed in the clenching heat. Devon had ridden him before, and he’d always found it wildly arousing to watch as Devon took his pleasure from Jonathan’s willing body, but knowing that Kit would be pushing in beside him, the friction of his skin against Jonathan’s adding to the constricting pressure, was almost enough to make him come from the image alone. He wrapped his arms around Devon’s back, keeping him from moving until he could gather together the tatters of his self-control.

  Kit took their stillness as an invitation and pushed at Jonathan’s legs until they parted to make room for him between them. Applying more lube to his fingers, he probed the place where
his lovers were joined, adding a finger on either side of Jonathan’s cock to make sure Devon was stretched well enough to take him too. The muscle gave easily, reassuring him that this could work without hurting any of them. “Ready?” he asked Devon. “Or do you need me to stretch you a little more?”

  Jonathan let his head drop back to the mattress, freeing Devon’s mouth to reply. Devon flexed his thighs, pushing upward on Jonathan’s cock and then sinking again, the stretch and play of muscles and nerves exquisitely sensitive but not painful. His eyes met Jonathan’s loving gaze before he twisted his head to meet Kit’s eyes. “Ready,” he answered, leaning forward against Jonathan’s chest to offer himself to Kit’s cock.

  Taking a deep breath, Kit moved closer, slipping his fingers from Devon’s body. He smeared the remaining lube over his cock. “Pull out to the tip,” he told Jonathan, “so we can push in together. I think it’ll be easier that way.”

  Jonathan did as Kit suggested, and Kit lined up their shafts, pushing hard to get inside. Devon’s guardian muscle gave suddenly, and both of them popped in. “Oh fuck,” Kit groaned, the always exquisite tightness doubled by the increase in bulk inside Devon. “I’m going to come before we ever start.” He pinched the base of his cock tightly, trying to stave off his climax.

  “Just hold still for a minute,” Jonathan ground out, biting his lip. Kit’s cock against his was provocative enough before they’d pressed inside; Devon’s hot channel squeezing them both together was exquisite torment. “Let Devon adjust to us.”

  Devon’s eyes had drifted closed against the brief instant of pain, but it was fading quickly, replaced by the incomparable fullness of taking both his lovers inside him. He could feel the pulse pounding through his stretched tissue, taking on the rhythm of Jonathan’s heartbeat below him, of Kit’s breathing where his chest rose and fell against Devon’s back. “This… just like this,” he whispered, reaching for Jonathan’s arms as Kit’s hands closed around his hips, joining them in one pulsing, loving entity.