It seemed impossible he could be this lucky. How could anyone?
David picked up another towel to dry Mati when she stepped out of the shower. She looked enchanted with the pampering, the most delightful smile running over her face as David dried every inch of her body with an adorably serious expression. He even slipped her glasses back on and gently tapped them up her nose.
When he was done, he hung the towels over the heated rack and propelled them back into the bedroom.
Mati climbed onto the bed, and Reese followed, sucking one of Mati’s nipples into his mouth, his hands spread across her back as they knelt in the center of the mattress together. She groaned, her fingers carding into his hair.
David slid in behind Mati, his hands coasting over Reese’s shoulders, running down his arms, and linking their fingers over Mati’s hips.
She arched between them, her hold on Reese’s hair painful, which was a blessing. It kept him grounded when it would be easy to get lost in the taste of her skin, the noises she caught in the back of her throat, and the stroke of David’s thumb over his.
The tug on his hair became insistent. He released her nipple with a rude pop, straining to reach the other before he realized Mati wanted him to stop. His eyes fluttered open.
“Lie down,” Mati said.
She and David watched him as David dragged his palms over her belly until his fingertips brushed the strip of hair above the juncture of her thighs.
Reese licked his lips, imagining her sweet, salty taste on his tongue.
Mati tugged his hair again, one eyebrow arched high, even as David’s fingers slipped between her legs.
Reese fell back on the bed, his legs sprawled around them, and started to push himself toward the headboard. Mati curled a hand around his knee to still him, and he hovered, propped on his elbows, and waited to see what she wanted.
“Turn over.”
He did, allowing her hands to guide him to where she wanted him to be. He didn’t hesitate, even if it was impossible not to feel vulnerable in this position, with his elbows on the bed and his ass up and knees spread. His cock hung above the sheets, desperate for a touch. Reese glanced back to see Mati’s tongue swipe across her lower lip, her eyes fluttering as David’s fingers took up a steady rhythm.
David caught his eye over Mati’s shoulder. “You look good.”
Reese smiled, some of the tension easing from his shoulders. That was the thing about being with David and Mati—they made being vulnerable okay. Vulnerable could even be sexy. Because even putting himself on display for them like this, he still felt safe.
Mati ran her palms up the back of his legs, from his knees to his hips, her skin warming his. She dug her fingers into the meat of his ass, kneading the muscles. Reese rocked above the bed with the force of her touch, his cock brushing soft cotton. He ached with the hope that she would slip one hand down between his legs. Or roll him back over and pull him into her mouth.
She spread his knees until she could fold herself over his back, her lips brushing his shoulder. He turned his head to see her and she bit his earlobe, her tongue flicking it the same way he’d often done to her clit.
Mati released his lobe and pressed her nose to his cheek. “If there’s anything you don’t like, you just have to say stop.”
“I know.” And he did.
Mati grabbed two pillows from the head of the bed and disappeared.
He missed her warmth along his back.
She tapped his hip. “Up.”
Reese got his knees back under him. He tried to rise onto his elbows, but David spread a hand across his shoulder blades and kept his chest pressed to the bed, leaving Reese truly ass up—and based on how Mati was stuffing the pillows beneath him, he would be staying this way.
At least the nest of pillows was comfortable, except…
He was about to reach down to reposition himself when Mati did it for him. He groaned as she pulled his cock from under his belly and drew it down along the pillows, laid out for their view. Like the rest of him, it ached with anticipation.
Mati’s fingers dug into his ass again, working the muscles and holding him open to their gaze. Every tug on his sensitive rim sent a zing through him and he could feel their eyes on him, a kind of touch all on its own.
He spread his legs further, letting the pillows take his weight and tilting his ass up—as clear an invitation as he could manage. Mati let out a long, low moan, her hands trembling against Reese. He tried to look back, but he barely see David behind Mati and could only guess what he was doing to make her shake like that.
Then he didn’t care, because Mati’s fingers stroked over his hole a moment before something warmer andwetterlicked over it instead.
Reese gasped, his body going rigid as his brain tried—and mostly failed—to make sense of what was happening. Of what he’d felt.Mati stroked her tongue over him again and he screwed his eyes shut, his cheeks hot with roaring desire and excruciating embarrassment.
