The permission seemed to be all that Tristan needed because he let out a sigh of relief and then he kissed me hard. “Please,” was all he said, his voice uneven and tight. I knew he wouldn’t last long and I was going to make sure it would be something he never forgot.
“Let Brennan hold you, baby,” I murmured against his mouth. “He’s wanted this for so long. We both have,” I added, though I had no idea why I’d said that last part out loud even though it was the truth.
I leaned back and began gently stroking my hand up and down Tristan’s shaft. I didn’t need to use spit to lubricate my gliding motions because Tristan’s cock was dripping pre-cum. I played with the ridge beneath the flared head and then teased his slit before returning my attention to his shaft. I used my left hand to pull the back of Tristan’s pants and underwear down enough that I could reach his ass and I began massaging him. His stormy gray eyes stayed on me, but he reached up with his left arm to drape it around Brennan’s neck. Brennan continued to massage his chest and sides as he nipped and sucked at Tristan’s neck.
Tristan’s cock pulsed in my palm and as he began to shift and squirm between me and Brennan, I knew it wasn’t going to take much to send him over. I lifted my eyes from Tristan to Brennan and then pulled the hand I was holding Tristan’s ass with free and held my finger up to Brennan’s mouth. He didn’t hesitate to suck it deep into his mouth and as I pulled my finger free, I leaned in to kiss Brennan languidly. As soon as I finished with Brennan, I kissed Tristan and then he and Brennan were kissing. I used the momentary distraction to press my finger to Tristan’s hole and massaged him gently.
“Oh God,” he cried out as his whole body jerked. His wide eyes lit on me, but he did nothing to try and escape my grasp. I eased my tugs on his cock so I could play with his hole without the risk ofsetting him off. Every time I circled his opening, Tristan rolled his hips instinctively and he automatically pushed against me. When I began to push my saliva-slickened finger into him, he froze.
“Brennan?” he whispered, though his eyes stayed on me.
“Just feel,” Brennan reminded him and then he kissed him. The move relaxed Tristan and when I sank my finger in to the first knuckle, he let out a harsh breath against Brennan’s lips.
“It feels…” Tristan started to say as he squeezed his eyes shut.
“What?” Brennan asked between kisses. “It feels what?”
I pulled my finger out just a little before pushing it back in, never going past the first knuckle. Tristan gasped and said, “I don’t think it’s enough.”
“You want more?” Brennan asked as he nipped at Tristan’s lips. “Do you want to see how good Memphis can make you feel?”
Tristan was drawn tight between us and a fine sheen of sweat had broken out on his trembling body. He managed a nod and then his eyes shifted to me. “Please, Memphis.”
My heart rattled around in my chest at his plea and I carefully pushed my finger farther inside of him. At the same time, I resumed the tugs on his cock and Tristan let out a hoarse cry of relief at the dual contact. He began twisting against me, either to get more of my finger inside of him or for more pressure on his dick. I guessed it was likely both so I did just that. A keening cry emanated from Tristan’s throat at the twin torments and he was frantically clinging to Brennan as his body started to react beyond his control. I knew the fear he had to be feeling as his orgasm started to build on itself because there was just no comparison between what was about to happen to him and any orgasm he might have ever been able to achieve on his own.
I managed to lean in and kiss him and then I whispered, “Just let go, Tristan.”
At the same time that I spoke, I rubbed my finger over his prostate. Tristan let out a harsh cry and shook his head. He was close enough that it only took one more pass over the spongy spot inside of him to set him off and he screamed in relief as he came. I looked down in time to see his come splattering all over my handand Brennan’s, which was resting on his lower abdomen. I kept up the gentle caressing of Tristan’s dick as he rode out the orgasm and when he finally relaxed in our hold, I carefully pulled my finger from his body. Brennan’s bright eyes were on me and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning across Tristan to kiss him. And then we both searched out Tristan’s mouth and took turns kissing him until his sated body finally stopped shaking. Brennan carefully eased Tristan forward until he was straddling my lap and I gladly held on to him as I tried to process what the hell had just happened.
Brennan returned a moment later with a couple of wet washcloths. His own hand was clean so once I set Tristan down on the bench, he began cleaning Tristan off and I wiped Tristan’s cum from my own hand. Tristan was clearly exhausted because all he did was lean heavily against Brennan as Brennan spoke to him softly and petted his back gently.
The harsh reality that nothing had really been resolved seeped back in and I debated what to do next. The obvious answer was to take them both back to their apartment, put Phoenix on them for the night and crawl back to my hotel and lick my wounds over the loss of a relationship that had never really even been that. And that didn’t even begin to cover what had just happened between the three of us.
I felt Brennan’s gaze on me as I stood and searched out my phone. My fingers shook as I dialed Phoenix’s number. I was prepared to tell him the plan, but then my eyes connected with Tristan’s and I saw something I hadn’t seen since the day I’d met him, but something I instinctually knew was a part of who he was.
He looked at peace.
When Phoenix answered, I refused to consider the ramifications of what would happen next and simply said, “You can take the night off. I’m taking them both back to the hotel with me.”
Chapter 16
BRENNAN
I couldn’t stop touchinghim. Maybe because I still couldn’t believe he was really there lying next to me. Maybe because his skin just felt so warm and soft and fucking perfect. Maybe because I could tell he liked it, because the small smile that graced his full lips hadn’t gone away for even a moment from the second we’d crawled into Memphis’s bed, and I hadn’t been able to keep my hands to myself.
Tristan and I were lying face-to-face on the bed, the comforter only covering our lower bodies. We’d opted to leave most of our clothes on, though I suspected it had been more of an unconscious decision because we hadn’t actually discussed it. We hadn’t said much when Memphis had told us we were going back to the hotel…all of us. I’d worried that Tristan would argue, but he hadn’t. I didn’t care if he was still riding the post-orgasm high – I was just glad I’d finally get a chance to talk to him. And with the light on next to the bed, I could read all the things he wasn’t saying in his suddenly very expressive eyes.
“Is this okay?” I asked as I stroked my fingers over his cheek.
Tristan nodded.
“Are you okay with what happened at your dads’ apartment?”
Another nod and his smile grew wider.
“God, I’ve wanted this for so long,” I admitted and I leaned in to kiss him gently on the mouth. He kissed me back, but I didn’t deepen the caress. We just had too much we needed to talk about.
I’d heard everything Tristan had said to Memphis when he’d arrived at the hotel earlier in the evening. My heart had broken when I’d heard him begging Memphis not to leave him and I’d been ready to go to him myself until he’d told Memphis he was sorry for kissing him. I’d had no idea what the hell was going on, but I’d been reluctant to intervene at that point. So I’d leaned back against the wall next to the bedroom door and just listened and with every bit of truth Tristan had revealed about New York and thinking he’d lost me, I’d felt an incredible amount of guilt that I’d been so blind to his suffering.
