His laugh was silent but I felt it, warmth rippling through the room.
“We need more energy,” Eli said, wrapping his hand around his cock, giving it a slow stroke that made my mouth water. “The more aroused we get, the more solid Kris becomes.”
“Such a hardship,” I said, reaching for Eli's cock, wrapping my hand around it. God, he was thick. My fingers barely met around his girth. “Really suffering for the cause.”
Eli groaned, hips pushing into my grip. “Bed. Now.”
My bedroom still showed signs of Kris's earlier tantrum, but the sheets were turned down invitingly, fairy lights casting everything in gold.
WANTED IT READY WANTED IT PERFECT FOR YOU
“Romantic ghost,” I said, pulling Eli down onto the bed with me.
Eli's mouth found mine again, all tongue and heat while Kris hovered beside us. I could feel his desperate arousal like a physical weight pressing against my consciousness.
“Can you feel him?” I asked between kisses.
“Fuck yes. He's practically vibrating with want.”
Eli moved down my body with purpose, stopping to bite and suck marks into my skin—my neck, my chest, my hip bones. Each mark made Kris solidify a bit more, like he was feeding on our passion.
“I want to see you work him open,” Kris said suddenly, his voice clearer. “Want to watch you get him ready. I've imagined it so many times.”
“Filthy ghost,” Eli grinned, reaching for the lube. “You've been fantasizing about this?”
“Every night for three years,” Kris admitted. “Watching Hunter finger himself, wishing I could help. Wishing I could be inside him.”
“You will be,” I promised, spreading my legs for Eli. “Tonight, you will be.”
Eli warmed the lube between his fingers, then circled my hole teasingly. “Tell us what you've imagined, Kris. What you've wanted to do.”
“Everything,” Kris said immediately. “Want to taste him. Want to fuck him. Want him to fuck me. Want to feel what it's like to cum with someone else, not just alone in the dark.”
Eli pushed one finger inside me and I gasped, hole clenching around the intrusion. His fingers were longer than mine, thicker, reaching deeper.
And then it hit me.
Someone else was touching me. Actually touching me. After a year of nothing but my own hand, my own fingers, my desperate imagination—someone real was inside me.
My eyes burned. My chest got tight. And before I could stop it, I was shaking.
“Hunter?” Eli froze immediately, his finger still inside me. “Are you okay? Do you want to stop?”
“No,” I choked out. “No, don't stop. I just—fuck, it's been a while. Months of nothing and now there's two of you and you both want me and I can't—”
Kris materialized more fully, sitting beside me on the bed, his cool hand on my face. “We've got you,” he said softly. “We've got you, Hunter.”
“I thought something was wrong with me,” I admitted, the words spilling out. “All those failed dates, ruined hookups. I thought maybe I was too boring, too vanilla, too… something. And all this time it was just you, protecting me, and now you're here and Eli's here and I feel like I'm going to fly apart.”
“You're not flying apart,” Eli said gently, starting to move his finger again, slow and careful. “You're coming back together. Let us put you back together, Hunter.”
I nodded, trying to breathe through the overwhelming rush of emotions. Relief. Desire. Joy. Fear that this was somehow a dream and I'd wake up alone again.
“I've got you,” Eli repeated, adding a second finger. The stretch was perfect, just this side of too much, filling me in ways my own fingers never could. “We've got you. And we're not going anywhere.”
Kris's hand moved from my face to my chest, and I watched his expression change, wonder replacing concern.
“I can feel your heartbeat,” he whispered, his palm pressed over my heart. “I can feel it. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. God, Hunter, you're so alive.”
