“Is that—” Kit jerked, balls tightening, as slick fingers pressed against his hole—
“Is that really a good idea?”
Holden tenderly brushed the hair from Kit’s forehead. The touch was nothing like the fingers prying Kit open from behind, yet just the same. “They’ll like you. Or else.”
“So wholesome,” James muttered as he fucked two fingers deep into Kit.
“What if they ask how we met?” Kit asked, voice going high. Oh, fuck, James knew exactly how to take him apart. “Or what I’m majoring in? Or what I do for a living?”
“We met at the library.” Holden smiled fondly. “You can just lie about everything else.”
Right. Kit had somehow forgotten about lying.
“This is charming,” James said, withdrawing his fingers. The hot, blunt head of his cock nudged in their place. “But you’re way too coherent right now, babe. Let’s fix that.”
And he shoved inside.
Kit rocked forward with the thrust. His lips parted on a moan—until Holden’s hand covered his mouth.
“Shh, darling,” Holden purred. “People will hear you.”
Kit’s answering whimper was muffled. In his heated delirium, he wouldn’t mind being overheard. But this was better, his every noise and breath under loving control.
Hopefully Kit would never get used to this. The raw, primal feeling of a cock stretching him open. Every time was a new revelation of how a body could feel. How much a body could take. Like Kit was a new, different person every time one of his men shoved inside him.
No, not a different person. Like Kit was more completely himself, with James or Darius inside him.
Someday this would be Holden, Kit thought, gasping against Holden’s palm. Sooner rather than later, if the teasing continued. Kit was the one who originally decided they should restart their relationship, but now Holden was enjoying drawing this out.
“Your eyes are wet.” Holden peered closer, like Kit was the most fascinating treasure. “You’re gorgeous when you cry.”
“I’m not crying,” Kit said, garbled beneath Holden’s palm.
James’s thighs slapped against Kit’s ass. His breath was rough already. “Do you want to come on my cock, babe? Or do you want us to decide when you come?”
Holden thoughtfully uncovered Kit’s mouth.
Kit gasped. His shirt and sweatshirt rode up his torso, exposing most of his back. The table edge bit his thighs, until James lifted him higher by the hips. The next thrust punched even deeper.
“Yes,” Kit managed.
“That wasn’t a yes or no question, pretty thing.” James slowed, dragging against Kit’s sensitive nerves. “You need to pick if I blow your mind now or make you wait.”
Kit really wanted to come. He was embarrassingly close already, both men’s attention fucking his mind as James stretched open his ass. Tension tightened his balls, and his cock bobbed against his stomach with every thrust.
But if he let James and Holden decide… Kit liked the way they toyed with him. Kit knew all the darkest corners of himself. He didn’t know how to treat himself right, the way they did.
Holden touched Kit’s lip, gently, pressing his thumb inside. “Let us decide, angel.”
“Okay,” Kit breathed. “Okay, make me wait.”
“Even if it isn’t for hours?” James asked, grinding in until Kit saw stars.
Panic tightened Kit around James, which only intensified each feeling. The good, sexy kind of panic. His imagination stretched James’s threat to days. Weeks. Tied to a bed and writhing around a plug, as James and Holden and Darius took care of him…
“Maybe we’ll swing by Darius’s place after coffee,” James continued. His voice wasn’t quite steady. “Deliver you all desperate to his door, and you don’t get to come until Darius fucks your tender little ass to pieces.”
“Fuck,” Kit and Holden breathed in unison.
