“Oh.”
It’s like there’s a clock ticking inside me. I’m starting to wonder if my sobriety honeymoon is coming to an end. I don’t mind being a third wheel, but I’d like to think I serve some purpose. I liked Isaac before I knew Evan was interested in meorhim. That hasn’t just stopped. I’m not sure he feels the same way about me now that he’s got Evan willing to explore their relationship, but I’m gonna need a verdict, or I’ll be reactivating my profile on some of my hook-up apps.
Evan starts to move. “I mean if you guys wanna…I can go…”
“No one’s asking you to go,” Isaac says.
“But you want me out of the way, so…”
“Please don’t,” I snap. “I don’t need you out of the way, but if we’re just gonna sit here looking at each other for the next hour, I have other things I could be doing.”
“Whoa.” Isaac reaches past Evan to grab the front of my shirt. He pulls us together until we’re kissing across Evan’s lap—right in front of his face.
And it’s not a peck, either. It’s a good one. The kind that has me grabbing the back of his neck and giving him as much of me as I can.
“Shit,” I hear Evan whisper, but I can’t decipher the tone of it. I don’t really care. I need this. Isaac’s kiss is possessive and demanding. Exactly what I’m craving.
“Fuck. You look good together.”
Isaac finishes with a luscious stroke of his tongue and closes his lips over mine. I’m breathing heavy, still staring into his eyes. “You’re staying here,” he says. “Got it?”
I nod, stupidly dazed from one perfect kiss.
Evan’s hand touches my face, and I turn to him. I can’t read his expression. Maybe worry? He’s not happy, but he’s not angry either. “I’m sorry I keep fucking this up. I want you. You have no idea how much.”
“Show me,” I challenge him.
His mouth meets mine, quickly replacing Isaac’s taste with his own. Evan doesn’t kiss as deeply or powerfully as our CEO does, but there’s something teasing, wet, and sexy about it that gets me desperate to undress him. While he’s got my mouth occupied, I feel Isaac at my neck, sucking and licking, his low words in my ear.
“Don’t accept anything less than what you want. You deserve to have it all.”
26
EVAN
Maybe putting a pause on sex with two of the most sexual men I’ve ever met was wishful thinking on my part. I’ll either be able to handle it, or I won’t.
What’s got me in it for now is the fear of someone walking away before I know how the hell this can work. They’re both so different—offering totally different comforts and pleasures and challenges. And…skills. Where I fit in, I have no idea, but it feels pretty good.
Deacon moans softly into my mouth, his hand pulling at my sweater. Isaac is touching me, too. One of his hands is palming my ass, but I keep my eyes closed as Deacon kisses me. I need to let myself enjoy this. They’re both amazing men, and they might want each other, but they want me, too. I can enjoy this.
Of course, that’s easy to say when I’ve got a growing erection desperate to be touched. Whatever they’re doing, it’s working.
I reach down to stroke Deacon’s cock through his pants and find Isaac’s hand already there. My first instinct is to pull away—it’s being handled, but I still want to touch him. When I dip lower to massage his balls, and Isaac keeps rubbing the shaft,Deacon has to break away to catch his breath. Isaac’s mouth is on his neck, marking him.
Deacon’s eyes are closed, and his wet lips are parted. His head drops back as we feel him up. I run a hand through his hair and reposition, stretching my legs out, which allows the two of them to get closer. They both scoot in, Deacon’s groin seeking friction from our hands and Isaac finding a better angle to offer it. They kiss. Taking my cue from what I’ve seen, I slide a hand along Deacon’s chest and open my mouth on the other side of his neck.
I’m rewarded with a tight clutch around my waist and a low moan. Isaac’s erection touches my thigh amidst our constantly shifting bodies. The couch sucks for this, but no one else is saying anything. Do I?
Someone grabs me and kisses me. It’s brief as people keep tugging people away. I’m quickly losing my bearings, occasionally wondering wildly where the camera is—flashing back to the first time I did this for online content and the angles were all that mattered. Hands touch and grab me. Mouths come and go. Moans and soft whimpers fill the increasingly warm air. I remind myself it doesn’t matter what I look like. All that matters is what feels good.
I still have my hand between Deacon’s legs. Isaac is grinding on my thigh. I’m pouring precum, and I have no idea what to do with my dick. “Guys,” I manage. “Bed.”
Deacon grunts, face lunging for my neck, and I melt backwards. His hand moves from my pec to my abs, and then his body is between my thighs. He’s kneeling on the ground, pulling at my pants.
Without thinking, I lift my hips, and he yanks them halfway down my legs. My dick springs out so hard it slaps my abs, precum flying everywhere. Isaac’s fist is immediately around my cock. I search him out, finding him with my mouth. He licks mytongue in long, slick slides while I hold him to me, my hand in his hair. God, I love kissing him. I was really missing out.
Meanwhile, he’s feeding Deacon my cock. I hear my roommate’s low rumble and feel it vibrate my sensitive crown as he slurps at my overly aroused mess. I whimper. It feels so fucking good. Isaac runs his hand up my chest while he keeps making out with me, tweaking my nipple between his fingertips and just generally feeling me up.
