Except Kit was greedy. He wanted James and Holden to watch him—but he wanted more from them, too.
“I only said I wouldn’t kiss you for a month.” Kit squirmed as Darius unbuttoned his fly. “I never said anything about sex. Ugh, shut up,” Kit added at Darius’s quiet laughter.
“Really?” Holden slunk deeper into the living room. Closer, closer.
Close enough that Darius tensed beneath Kit’s thighs. The three of them had settled so easily together, James and Darius’s sniping aside. Adding Holden to the mix was dangerous, and Kit both craved and dreaded the impending collision. The sweet, sharp conflagration.
Holden swerved and dropped into the nearby armchair. “I think I’ll just watch.” His grin gleamed. “You wanted to start ourrelationship over again, so let’s do it properly. I won’t fuck you until you kiss me.”
Kit’s mouth dropped open. “Are you serious?”
Darius chuckled, all tension melted away. “You’re shameless, boy.”
A warm shadow fell over Kit. Fuck, he hadn’t noticed James getting so close behind him. “Such a greedy cockslut,” James murmured, winding a hand in Kit’s hair. He tugged, pulling Kit back in a deeper arch—and better exposing him in front of Holden. “You good with the audience, Darius?”
Darius rolled Kit’s nipple between thumb and finger. “I’m surprised you’re good with it.”
“Doesn’t bother me.” Still holding Kit’s hair, James reached to toy with Kit’s other nipple. “I hate you too, but that doesn’t stop me from fucking my pretty little cumslut with you.”
Each word twisted together with the maddening, uneven stimulation, driving every unnecessary thought from Kit’s head. “Doesn’t bother you,” Kit repeated breathlessly. “Hell of an understatement. You get off on hating people.”
“Except you, babe.” James yanked Kit’s head back enough that he could kiss Kit’s forehead upside down. His breath was electric. “Never you.”
Kit squirmed again—which was apparently enough for Darius. “Get up, boy. I’m grabbing the lube.” Darius pushed two blunt fingers between Kit’s lips, teasing his tongue. “I want your mouth today, but James can prep you while you blow me.”
“You’re not in charge,” James protested as Kit suckled on Darius’s fingers. “You don’t just get to decide how we’re fucking him.”
Darius raised an eyebrow. “What was your idea?”
With a sigh, James dropped his forehead on Kit’s shoulder. “Yeah, fine, I wanted his ass today. And I haven’t seen him blow you, so…”
They were talking about Kit, around him. Not to him, as they decided how to wreck him today. Yet with every word and gesture, their focus was clear. Just as intense as Holden’s gaze from the nearby armchair.
Kit scrambled from Darius’s lap and sat on the other end of the couch, limbs clumsy with the heavy chains of Holden’s gaze. As Darius left and James knelt to work on his shoes, Kit told Holden, “You don’t have to stay.”
Holden leaned forward, elbows braced on his knees. “Do you want me to leave?”
“No. I just thought you might be…”
“Jealous?” Holden smirked. “I’m definitely jealous. But in a kinda hot way. Besides.” When he leaned back, the bulge in his jeans was obvious. He made no move to touch himself. “I don’t have to touch you to know you’re mine.”
James set Kit’s socks and shoes aside. “Keep deluding yourself, asshole.”
Before Kit could interject, James seized him in a ravenous kiss, marking him from the inside out with the heat of his breath. Somehow, it was all true. Kit belonged to James. He belonged to Holden. He belonged to Darius, who returned to crowd behind Kit.
“Great progress undressing him,” Darius commented. He took care of the rest himself, sliding Kit’s briefs and jeans down.
Kit didn’t feel exposed, strangely. He felt covered. Surrounded. Safe. Because he might belong to these three men, but each one of them belonged to him too. No matter what he knew about them. No matter what they knew about him. AsDarius pulled him down to the couch, the past and future didn’t matter. This moment was the most gloriously important in the world.
Sinking into the cushy gray couch, Kit knelt beside Darius. The couch sank deeper behind him as James sat down, and halfway across the room, Holden’s grip on the armchair tightened.
Directly in front of him, Darius unbuttoned his fly and drew out his cock.
Jesus fuck. Kit had seen it before, and he knew exactly how it felt in his ass. Darius’s glorious, velvety cock was still a lot to be confronted with. Precum beaded like a pearl crowning the dark head.
“Don’t get your hopes up,” Kit warned, wrapping a hand around the thick base. The masculine scent was dizzying. “I’m not fucking deepthroating you.”
“Sure.” Darius carded through Kit’s hair, then settled into a gentle grip at the back of his skull. “We’ll work on that another time.”
