Peter laughed, but the sound was just as strained. “Indeed.”
Merritt continued like that for a while, sucking one of them, then the other, moaning as she did it, humping at the bed to find some echo of pleasure. At last Peter stepped away from her. She focused entirely on Elliot now, watching him as she slowed her mouth, tormenting him just as he liked it. He heard Peter getting things from the drawer and then he was at Elliot’s back.
“Merritt,” he said, his tone sharp.
She withdrew her mouth with a pout. “Yes?”
“Lie on your back and open your legs for him,” Peter said softly. “Bend over her, Elliot. No touching, not yet. I want you to feel every stretch of me.”
Elliot grunted but did as he was told, leaning over Merritt and lifting his arse for Peter. When he did so, he heard the other man’s gasp and smiled. He had discovered the toy, embedded deep so he was already stretched.
“My two wicked angels,” Peter said as he fingered the flat end of the plug. “Giving me such lovely gifts. I suppose I should return the favor.”
As he said it, he began to remove the plug. The release of the tension made Elliot tremble and he pressed a fist into the mattress on either side of Merry’s head. She lifted, drawing her lips across his jawline.
“Isn’t it such gorgeous torture?” she whispered. “God, doesn’t it make you want to come even before he’s taken you?”
Elliot looked down at her and nodded. He held her gaze, finding purchase there as Peter set the toy aside and began to finger him with a digit wet with oil. The pleasure was deep and wicked, pulsing through him and making him push back to get more.
“So greedy,” Peter murmured, and pushed his hips against Elliot. He rubbed the head of his cock against Elliot’s balls and he hissed out even more pleasure. “Now tell me to put it in you.”
“Please!” Elliot gasped. “Do it.”
Peter didn’t ask again, he didn’t tease anymore. He positioned himself and slowly eased forward, stretching Elliot further than he’d ever been stretched, sending that edge of pleasure and pain through every part of him. Making his own cock twitch with desire to bury it inside Merry. Inside Peter. He just wanted to come.
Peter leaned over him as he entered the final few inches. He held still, letting Elliot get used to the feel of being stretched and filled, and then he thrust. Once, twice. Elliot gripped the sheets, nearly rending them in two at the sensation. God, it was better than he’d ever secretly dreamed. A full surrender and yet he felt he’d lost nothing.
Only gained it all.
“Take her,” Peter said softly. “Touch him.”
They both followed their orders. Merritt grasped Elliot’s cock, stroking him as he aligned himself to her. He slid inside with no resistance, she was so wet, and nearly spent right then and there.
She nodded. “It’s all for you, love. Just take it. Take it all.”
That permission given, Elliot began to fuck her, hard and fast. She stroked herself in time, watching him with wide eyes as he was thrust between them. Back and forth from one pleasure to another. The two sensations so delicious that he could barely stand it. He felt the edge of release there. He couldn’t deny it, not this time, not the first time. He grunted in helpless pleasure as he came, pouring into Merritt as her fingers increased against her clitoris. He felt her begin to come as he faded and reveled in the flex of her.
Behind him, Peter had begun to pant, his hands pressing hard into Elliot’s shoulders. He said Elliot’s name, possessive and hot, loving and owning, and then the heat of him rippled inside Elliot.
He collapsed on the bed over Merry and she captured his mouth, kissing him as Peter lay down beside them and did the same.
He relaxed against them both, feeling them care for him with gentle hands and lips. Loving how they reached for each other alongside him.
And knowing this would be the way it was for the rest of their lives. A future where none of them had to lose, where all of them could love each other.
And it was so beautiful that as he gathered them both close, he felt the sting of tears behind his eyes. And he surrendered to that swell of emotion, just as he had found himself able to finally surrender to the two people he loved most.
And would love until the day he drew his last breath.
EPILOGUE
Six months later
Merritt
The thunderous applause of the audience was music to Merritt’s ears as she stood in the wings of the theatre next to Elliot, waiting for Peter to return from his third bow. The play he had been producing when they’d first returned to London from the cottage had been a roaring success, making him an even bigger toast of the town. This final night of its production had been standing room only, with the audience waiting on every beautiful word Peter had written.
She saw the joy of that fact on his face as he came down the stairs from the stage toward Merritt and Elliot. After the actors had all passed by, congratulating Peter as they went to their dressing rooms, she embraced him first, feeling the firm warmth of him against her body and wanting so much to celebrate privately with him.
