“What are we watching?” Jaxon sounds amused, and when I take a look at the screen, I find theTiger Kingon it in full cinematic glory. I groan, but Oliver waves his hand in excitement.
“This is reality tv at its finest! Declan only wishes he produced something like this; it’s fucking riveting.” He sounds excited, but I just roll my eyes. “This guy breeds tigers and rescues them from people who think that having a tiger would be a good pet. He has an arch nemesis who also does the same thing, but she killed her husband or something, and they're fighting over who has the best zoo.”
“Really?” Kai somehow sounds genuinely interested, so Oliver keeps going.
“Yes, and he’s in a poly relationship with two other men,andone of his employees got their arm ripped off by a tiger.”
“Stop, just stop,” I beg Oliver. “This guy is an idiot. He wasn't trying to save tigers; he was trying to make a quick buck. It could have been a good idea if he actually kept them in good conditions, but most of them were half starved in horrid little cages, and as for the babies, he just bred them so he could go around to shopping centers and make money. There was no real conservation involved. He wasn't educating people on the stupidity of having an animal like a tiger for a pet. Or how so many breeds of tigers have become extinct due to poachers and the illegal animal trade. Not to mention, he was putting bullets in them when they had outgrown their cuteness, thus their usefulness. As for the woman, she wasn't much better! She could have ignored his idiotic claims, but no, she had to be as much of an idiot as he was.”
When I finish my rant, I realize everyone is looking at me with varying degrees of shock.
“Sorry,” I mutter, “it’s a sore spot. He lived out this perverted version of what I want to do, and it pisses me off.” Three of them laugh, but there’s a more somber emotion in Jaxon’s eyes. It doesn’t slip by me that he’s probably thinking about those emails, but I just don’t want to get into that with the others right now.
“I’m sure you’ll be saving all the animals before you know it,” Holden assures me before throwing an arm over his face. “Can you wake me when it’s lunch time?” he asks as Oliver tucks me into his side. Unfortunately for me, we continue to watch the ridiculous program until Declan arrives.
“Jax, Dad’s lawyers and the lawyers for the trust have all arrived. Plus, the helicopter just landed with Nana, Poppy, and Hope. Dad asked for you to come meet with them.” Right as Declan’s delivering that message, Kai’s phone pings.
Jaxon reluctantly stands up, and we can all see the hesitation. “Come on, I’ll come with you for moral support if you want,” Declan offers, giving me an apologetic look, but I just shake my head. I think it’s awesome he’s offering his brother support.
“Shit, I have to go too. One of my athletes has been injured. I need to make some phone calls, see what kind of help he needs.” Kai hurries off without a backward look, and Jaxon moves to stand in front of me, leaning in to give me a kiss, but Oliver shoves him away.
“No, my lips, not yours,” he growls, bringing a smile to Jaxon.
“Don’t be so greedy, Oliver.” Jaxon smacks him on the shoulder. “Share your toys.” Declan and Jaxon leave, closing the door behind them, while Oliver nuzzles into my shoulder.
“Finally just the two of us. How are you doing with that wicked bitch outing us?” His words quiet into a whisper as the sound of Holden's heavy breathing reaches us. I guess he really is hungover if he’s asleep.
“Did you keep Holden up all night?” I ask Oliver teasingly, avoiding the question he just asked. What am I supposed to say? I’m not going to lie, but I really don't want to talk about it at the moment.
Oliver shakes his head. “No, unfortunately, he passed out not long after we went to bed. We were making out, and things were getting heated, but then he was snoring.” I snort, completely amused by him being so disgruntled. It’s almost enough to rival Jaxon’s pout, which is both impressive and effective in reinforcing how deep I’m in with these men.
“Well, I’m sure the combination of alcohol and healing from a gunshot wound was the reason for that, nothing to do with you,” I assure him, running my hand over his nicely defined pecs. The tight shirt he’s wearing is a gift and a tease, working away at my self-control. Granted, Jaxon just topped up my love tank, but what can I say? I guess they just make me insatiable.
He’s still pouting, but I can see the insecurity in his eyes, so I let my hand drift lower, sneaking under the blanket until it’s stroking the rapidly hardening length in his pants.
“It just feels like we can’t get back to where we were. I don’t want to force him to have sex with me, but I really don’t know how to talk about it with him yet. I’m pretty sure he wants it too, but there’s so much baggage between us that it feels like an insurmountable barrier.”
I turn to look at him, my hand drifting off his cock, but he quickly shoves it back. Despite his less-than-serious action, when I look up into his eyes, the fear shining there is obvious. He always seems so confident and sexually aware, but this situation with Holden has him shaken.
“Would it help if I was there?” He shrugs, so I decide to take the matter into my own hands. Getting up, I lock the door to the theater and then turn the blastedTiger Kingto something else. When I get back to Oli, I pull the blanket off and climb onto his lap, straddling him. I kiss him without a second thought, rubbing myself against his thick length, savoring the fact that there’s barely more than a layer of sweatpants in my way. For a little while, the two of us make out, removing our tops so that our hands can wander up and down each other’s bodies until we’re both panting.
Oliver unclips my bra and cups my heavy breasts in his hands, his calluses rubbing deliciously across my nipples. Moving closer, he drags his soft lips across the skin before taking one of my nipples into his mouth and sucking. A bolt of pleasure hits me from that simple action, stoking the flame that’s always lit around these men. I arch my back, the two of us pausing when we hear what sounds like a groan. We find our previously sleeping partner watching us, eyes blazing with need. Reaching out a hand, I gesture for him to close the distance between us, so he shuffles toward us until he’s side by side with Oliver. Impatient, I grab his shirt, pulling him the last few inches toward me. I want him too, and I won’t hesitate to show it. I lick across his lips until he opens them so I can plunge my tongue into his mouth while still grinding on Oliver. He groans and throws his head back as I reach my hand toward the bulge in Holden's pants, stroking my hand along the hard length. The moan he lets loose is music to my ears, only hastening my decision of what to do next. Breaking away from them, I point to each of the men in turn.
“Your turn. I want to watch the two of you,” I order them, and Holden's eyes become hooded. Sitting back on my heels, I hungrily watch as they reach for one another. Oliver tentatively brushes his lips across Holden’s like he’s testing the waters before he nibbles on his plump bottom lip. The groan that escapes Holden’s mouth sounds tortured, and he reaches in and palms Oliver’s head, fusing their mouths together. I can’t bear to look away while their tongues penetrate one another's mouths, stroking and swirling and tormenting each other and me. Holy shit. I grind down harder on Oliver’s cock, and he thrusts back, moaning into Holden’s mouth.
Now breathing heavily, Holden pulls away and looks at me. “What do you want, Mistress?” he asks breathily, his hand still tight in Oliver’s blue hair. I look to Oliver and see the need in his eyes. Like the weight on Jaxon’s shoulders, I can’t fix all of this for them, but maybe I can nudge them along to lighten the pressure a little bit.
“I want to watch Oliver fuck your ass while you fuck me,” I tell him boldly, reveling in my role of mistress. I just hope I haven't overstepped. It would be a disaster if he backed off now, but from the way that Holden licks his lips before biting down, I think I’m fine.
“Naughty Mistress, but I’d hate to disappoint you and leave you wanting. I guess we better do as she asks. Roll off, Oli.” I scramble to the side, allowing Oliver to move before lying back in his spot. He strips off his sweats, and I ogle his tight, lean tattoo-clad form before it’s his turn to crawl up my body. His hands caress my legs then peel my pants and panties down my thighs before spreading them wide. Without any prompting, he licks a long line up my sopping wet folds, eliciting a deep groan from my mouth.
“Fuck, Oli,” I grunt, and he grins up at me.
“Harlow, you taste so good.” The words are barely out of his mouth before Holden leans in and turns his head, kissing him hard then pulling away. Lost in the moment, Oli’s body tries to follow, wanting every moment of contact with our boyfriend.
“You’re right; she tastes delicious.” Holden grins at me too, and I start to squirm impatiently. He dribbles something cold and wet onto my pussy before pushing Oli back on his heels and dribbling a little something on his cock too. “I know how much sex you’re having, and I don’t want you to end up with a rash or chafing,” he says before gripping Oli’s cock and massaging the lube in. Oli’s eyes roll back into his head, but he soon recovers and uses a finger to spread the lube around my lips before plunging it deep inside me.
“Oh.” I sigh at the feeling of being filled, and when he pulls back and adds another finger, the second gasp is undeniably louder. My eyes lock on to where Holden is caressing Oliver’s thick length, the laddered piercings glistening with the light. Holden’s hand disappears underneath Oliver, causing him to groan and do a sort of wiggle before Holden’s hand reappears. This time, he shuffles forward on the couch so that his dick is in line with my mouth. “Will my mistress please assist with lubrication?” he asks politely, staying in character, but I don't think he’s taking no for an answer. As soon as I open my mouth, he surges in, and I gag the slightest bit. He winks at me when he pulls back, his cock glistening, before dribbling a little more of the little packet onto his palm and coating his cock even more. He shuffles Oliver out of the way and positions himself between my thighs, hovering over me. Leaning in, he kisses me, then his mouth drifts lower, taking one of my pebbled nippples. He nibbles lightly before laving it with his tongue, then suctioning. I groan again, all of my focus narrowed down to that single point of contact, but I’m soon distracted by the fact that he’s lining himself up with me.
