“What?” Kit froze, trying to rally his thoughts beyond James’s very distracting touch.
Threesomes? He’d definitely fantasized about that before. He’d definitely watched threesome porn before. Definitely read threesome—and moresome—erotica before. Didn’t everyone?
But Kit hadn’t really thought of that as something he’d do in real life. Just getting this close to one man was so new and overwhelming, and he hadn’t even done anal with James yet.
He hadn’t expected James to bring up something like that. The guy was so aggro alpha, with all the manhandling and ordering him out on an “accessory to murder” lunch date. That kind of guy didn’t usually like to share. But if James was into it… Kit couldn’t deny the idea had some appeal.
Caution almost had him backing off. But an image flashed through his mind. James behind him, holding him down. Holding back his arms, while Darius’s thick fingers tilted his chin up.
The thought of being surrounded. Helpless. Between two terrifying murderers, instead of just one–
Kit licked his lips, and James’s smirk deepened.
“That’s not a hard limit,” Kit said, carefully. “Depending on the situation. And the people.”
He didn’t want to rush into it. Not a definite yes. He barely knew Darius—okay, he barely knew James either—but definitely not a no.
“Christ, you’re so perfect.” James seized Kit in another bruising deep kiss, his tongue nearly touching the back of Kit’s throat. Then he pulled away, tapped his phone, and set it down. It rang audibly on speaker, dialing Rope Guy.
Kit barely had time to process when James’s touch returned to his thighs. “Hands on the counter,” James growled. “Don’t move them until I say so.”
The command rushed hot through Kit’s nerves. Cock painfully hard beneath his shirt, Kit braced his hands behind him on the counter.
“James, what are you—”
The call connected, and Kit’s mouth snapped shut.
“What’s up?” Darius asked, his voice barely distorted across the line.
“Hey, Big D, just wanted to chat.” James shoved Kit’s shirt up his stomach. Kit’s cock throbbed, pink and dripping between his pale thighs.
There was a pause before Darius asked. “Am I on speaker?”
“Yep,” James said shamelessly. “Say hi to Kit,” he added—
As his thumb stroked the underside of Kit’s cock.
Kit whimpered. Each teasing touch was feather-light and furnace-hot. James tugged back his foreskin as Darius’s breath hitched on the line.
“James,” Darius said. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Leaning in so each word vibrated into Kit’s bare neck, James answered: “I’m getting dessert ready.”
Kit’s hands tensed against the granite counter. Holy shit, was this really happening? Were they having phone sex with the man who held him at gunpoint earlier today?
James fingered the base of his cock, right above his balls. “Babe, say hi to Darius.”
Kit couldn’t hide the tension in his voice. “Um, hi?”
Any reply was drowned out by Kit’s pounding heart as James let go of his cock and traced the crease of his inner thighs instead. The tips of his thumbs barely brushed Kit’s balls, making him moan slightly.
Darius swore. “I’d ask if I’m interrupting something, but you were the one who called me.”
James kissed Kit’s thrumming pulse, drawing out another whimper. “You texted me, and I got to thinking, we should play together.”
Darius didn’t respond for a while, and the anticipation of his reply was as teasing and excruciating as James’s too-gentle touches. A door slammed distantly, and footsteps crunched. Then Darius said, “Kit, are you still there?”
“Yeah,” Kit said breathlessly. Like he was going anywhere right now.
