Richard smiled at her and then looked past her at Hux. Hux was watching him in return, his breath nonexistent now. She shivered at the power of this connection. This unexpected drive to just drown in these two men and watch them drown in each other. It was thrilling and terrifying all at once.
Because she and Hux didn’t surrender themselves, not truly. And she feared what would happen if they took that risk with this man. Would they be lost? Or perhaps more frightening, was it possible they could be found?
* * *
Richard
Richard didn’t think he’d ever stop being shocked at how much he liked watching Hux and Zara fuck. There was something effortless to their connection. They knew how to give each other pleasure and they did so easily and without games. Zara’s skin flushed as she rode Hux, Hux’s fingers flexed against her breasts. They were a symphony, a ballet, a show Richard wanted to observe over and over again.
And participate in, of course. Watching only took him so far. He untied his robe and tossed it aside. Zara threw her head back, eyes shut in pleasure, but Hux continued to watch Richard. Watch as Richard caught his own cock and began to stroke in time to the thrusts of the couple before him.
Zara shattered within a few moments, her body bending and twisting against Hux, her cries and pants like music in the air around them. She continued to shudder over Hux, even as she collapsed against his chest and he reached up to smooth her hair.
Only then did Richard move to them. He stopped at the bedside and tucked a finger under her chin, turning her face up toward him. She smiled, her expression almost dreamy. He leaned in and kissed her, soft at first, but then with more force, with more demand. His fingers tangled into her hair and then he lightly tugged. She jolted against Hux, her faltering sigh proof that she liked his firmer hand.
He let his hands run down her body, pinching her nipples, scraping her back lightly with his nails. All the time, Hux watched, seemingly both concerned and mesmerized by what Richard was doing. Richard’s brow wrinkled. The man was always on the edge of fighting to protect Zara, even when she wasn’t in danger. He hadn’t heard the answer to why yet. Perhaps he never would. That didn’t mean he wasn’t curious about what made the other man’s dark eyes light up with just the edge of anger whenever Richard danced along the edge of what might be a boundary.
“Do you like watching this?” he asked softly, the question directed at Hux. “Like seeing me touch her?”
Hux sucked in a breath and then gave a jerky nod.
Richard smiled. “Do you want me to touch you, Huxley?”
Zara’s eyes flew open and she made a strangled sound of desire. Hux opened and shut his mouth a few times before he managed to choke out, “Yes.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Richard clarified, resting a hand on Hux’s thigh, teasing his fingers down the thick, corded length of muscle there.
“Yes,” Zara moaned.
Richard laughed. “We have her vote. But I don’t take what isn’t offered, Hux.” He held the other man’s stare evenly, daring him to believe it now like he hadn’t believed it yesterday. Knowing some part of him wouldn’t, even if he said yes. “Do you want me to take you?”
“Yes! I want you.”
That confession, gasped on shaky breath, weakened Richard’s knees. He hadn’t known Hux long, but everything about him said he was a man in control at all times. Perhaps not cautious, but always intensely aware of every move being made. And now he lay back on the pillows, Zara still arching around him, his gaze foggy and unfocused with desire. And he wanted Richard to fuck him.
Richard moved down on the bed, taking a place between Hux’s thighs. Zara slowed her strokes, watching over her shoulders and adjusting as Richard tilted Hux up, revealing the balls tight with pleasure against his flesh and the arse that was so entirely tempting.
“Delightful,” Richard said, tracing in the puckered hole with the edge of his nail and eliciting a shuddering, gulping cry from Hux. Oh yes, he was going to enjoy this. “Zara, love, get that oil from the bedside table there, will you?”
Zara nodded and reached over without breaking contact, grabbing the bottle of oil the men had used on her last night. She handed it back and continued to rock over Hux, teasing him even as Richard started doing the same.
He poured oil on his fingers, warming it between them, and then gently probed Hux’s arse. Circling the sensitive hole, then spreading it with a finger, two. Hux began to lift against Zara and she ground down harder, pressing her hands into his shoulders with sobbing moans and cries of her own.
He pulsed onward, opening Hux, readying him until Hux let out his breath in a desperate huff. “Just do it already!”
Richard laughed and withdrew his fingers, stroking his cock over the hole instead. Hux lifted against him, urging him to press forward. And God, he couldn’t wait anymore. His delightful torment of the other man had turned into self-torture. One he needed to end just to cool the burning in his blood that screamed at him to take, claim, own these two people who were too wild to be tamed. To keep them even though that wasn’t arrangement, could never be the arrangement.
He ignored the tangled emotions and instead focused on the heavenly feeling as he pressed forward and slowly breached Hux’s tight, hot body, claiming him at last and in the process losing just the tiniest part of himself. But it didn’t matter—all that mattered was this.
So he began to thrust.
* * *
Hux
Hux’s vision blurred with pleasure so intense he couldn’t think straight. His cock was being milked by a woman who meant more to him than anyone else in the world and a sensual man, almost a stranger, was fucking him in the arse with long, certain strokes that hit exactly the right places every time.
It was all too much. He twisted on the sheets, grunting and wailing, lost to everything but the never-ending pulse of pleasure they were creating in his body. They played him like a fiddle, matching their strokes, writhing with their own musical sounds of desire, and it was everything that mattered in the world. All that there was.
