Reese couldn’t look away. He’d never watched two people kiss like this. Not that it hadn’t happened in his presence—he’d gone to boarding school after all—but he’d always turned away. Maybe even snarked about the offenders getting a room.
No part of him wanted to turn away now. The itch that had been humming under his skin all night burst into a steady burn, his heart pumping harder, his cock trying to find room to grow inside the confines of his clothing.
David ended their kiss, leaving Mati blinking hazily.
He pinned Reese with his gaze. “Can I kiss you?”
Reese’s stomach bottomed out, his chest tight with need, with desire, and the added thrill of it all shot through with a touch of fear.
He nodded, probably too quickly since David didn’t look convinced. Reese gripped the back of the couch and lifted onto one knee. He came perilously close to overbalancing and smashing their mouths together, nerves and the awkward position making him graceless.
David’s big hand cupped his jaw, steadying him.
Reese pressed the same sweet, lingering kiss David had given Mati onto David’s lips.
Of all the sensations bombarding Reese in that single moment, none struck him as profoundly as the prickle of stubble against his lower lip. He was achingly aware of David’s taste, the maddening hint of musk from his skin, and the size and strength of the hand holding him, but it was the rough drag of coarse hair against the thin, sensitive skin just inside his mouth that sent a bolt of pleasure straight down Reese’s spine.
David pulled back and studied Reese’s face.
“Fuck, do that again,” Mati whispered from between them.
David stared at him, his brown eyes even darker with the pupils blown wide. Reese hung in his grasp and waited.
He was beginning to worry his cock would snap in two if he didn’t find a way to reposition it soon, but that, and every other thought in his head, blew away when David dragged him forward and captured his mouth. David’s thumb rubbed the hinge of Reese’s jaw and he let it fall open. He let David in.
The noise he made when their tongues touched was embarrassing, but it made David’s fingers dig into his scalp and his neck, so he made it again when David’s tongue curled around his and he took absolute possession of Reese’s mouth.
Reese had never been kissed like this in his life. He’d had his fair share of experiences with women, but not one of them had come close to kissing him like this.
Mati nudged his chest and Reese freed his mouth with a gasp, his heart galloping as she clenched a fist in his shirt and dragged him to her. She kissed him just as David had, unlike every woman before, taking absolute control of his mouth and his brain and his dick.
God,his dick. It was folded like a fucking origami crane in his pants. He wanted to rearrange himself, but one of his hands was threaded into Mati’s hair, the other was clamped on David’s shoulder, and releasing either of these holds was unthinkable, if for no other reason than he would promptly faceplant on top of them both.
When he couldn’t take it anymore, he tore his mouth away and fell back, almost taking out the lamp behind him when he ended up propped against the arm of the couch, his chest heaving as he lay there panting.
“Are you okay?” Mati asked.
Rather than answer, Reese shoved his hand in his pants and let out a long, relieved groan as he unfolded his cock and gave it a soothing stroke.
David chuckled sympathetically and ran a hand up Reese’s thigh.
Reese’s face burned beneath the stares of two of the sexiest people he’d ever dreamed of meeting. He started to pull his arm out of his pants, but Mati stopped him with her hand over his.
“Keep it there.”
Mati didn’t know what, exactly, she was doing, but when a pleased, pained noise leaked from Reese, she knew it was working. David shifted against her, and there was no mistaking the firm ridge of his erection against her back.
She’d told Reese they’d take it slow, but his feverish gaze and the hand in his pants told her they hadn’t gone too far yet.
She pulled her hand away and Reese didn’t move, his eyes glued to her face. David’s lips skimmed along her neck, his fingers tugging her shirt aside to nip at her shoulder. She squirmed and he nudged closer, his hips rocking against her ass.
“You should touch yourself, too,” she said.
David’s lips stopped their slow drag up her neck. “Oh, yeah?” he asked, his voice pressed into her skin beneath her ear.
Reese’s wide eyes darted between them. The hand on Mati’s thigh disappeared and the sound of a zipper rent the silence around them.
“Unfair,” Reese muttered, twisting his wrist still pinned beneath his belt.
