Chapter 9

Chapter

Nine

SILAS

Warm skin surrounds me from every side. Don’t get me wrong; the carnal pleasure of being with two lovers at once is amazing, but this feels like more. My cock’s slippery with precum that has me sliding against Huck’s fantastically toned, hairy stomach with every inhale and exhale I make. The firm press of Ava’s hard little nipples grazes the sensitive skin of my mid-back, along either side of my spine.

“I never knew,” I stammer. “I mean, who would have guessed you guys?”

There’s a train of thought I’m trying to form into a question, but my entire body goes off the rails when fingers tangle around my shaft. Ava’s nails rake down one side while Huck’s callused hand wraps around me at the base and squeezes in a way that tells me he knows how close I am to embarrassing myself.

“It’s not exactly something we’d advertise to our son’s friends, now is it?” Ava whispers against my skin, her lips dancing each word until it feels like a spoken caress.

“But everyone will know if we do this. Right?” I know they’re convinced Jameson and the others will adjust, but lust and worry still ricochet around inside me.

“The whole world can know. Should know. Will know. No more groupies,” Huck growls, the words possessive and hard.

“Hasn’t been a single one since before,” I pledge. I’m unashamed of my past. Well, maybe, that’s a stretch. I wish I’d never fallen apart as hard as I did, nearly dragging the band over the edge with me a time or two. And I’d rather the world, much less Ava and Huck, didn’t have front row seats to my drug-fueled shitshow. But I’m proud of the man I’ve become. Proud and thankful.

“Do you believe me?” I won’t blame them if they don’t, but I’ll find a way to prove myself worthy of their trust.

“I believe you enough that there’s no condoms in the room. Unless you want me to go get some.” Man to man, Huck knows how much trust he’s giving me. I twist my neck to the side and turn as much as I can in their arms to see Ava’s face.

“You want me without a condom, Ava?” I need her consent the way I need oxygen.

“I do,” she rasps. Her nails rake softly from the place where her husband’s fingers grip me, up to the swollen tip of my shaft. I feel the pinch of sensual pain when she flicks the point of her index finger into my slit, gathering the slippery precum that’s steadily streaming out. Her hand disappears behind my back, followed by the wet pop of her sucking it clean and pulling it back from between cupid bow lips.

“I want to taste you. I want to be filled up by you. I want to watch Huck taste us together when he cleans me up after he takes you and you take me.” She’s painting a picture I’ve never allowed myself to explore. Sure, I’ve known the both of them were eminently fuck-worthy since the day I met them.

But allowing myself to fantasize about them, either of them much less both of them? That had seemed like a recipe for disaster, a willful wound created by lusting after people, who are so obviously in love, when there was no chance of having that love for myself. A fantasy I did my best to stop myself from indulging in except during the loneliest of nights.

Cool air replaces the heat of Ava’s body as she withdraws to lie on her back on the bed. Huck takes my shoulders and turns me, so we can both watch her as she pulls off every article of clothing until she’s naked and sprawled for our viewing. Delicate fingers, the same ones that were just toying with my dick, slide up toned inner thighs until they can splay into a V between plush lower lips. Her clit stands proud between them, shining with wet arousal, and my mouth floods with hungry saliva.

“What are you waiting for?” Huck asks. He guides me forward onto the bed until I’ve crawled up to Ava’s middle, my face even with her groin. I fall forward onto my elbows, bracing them next to her hips, and bury my face into the wetness peeking from the tiny entrance of her body. I vow I’ll show finesse next time. I’ll be patient and tease her with every skill in my arsenal. Next time. I hope.

Because right now? Right now, it’s taking everything I’ve got not to devour her whole and bust a nut on the comforter of this hotel bed like an untried teenager. My mouth moves without conscious coordination from my brain, just licking and nipping, lapping and suckling everywhere I can get my lips. Ava takes control, carding strong hands through my hair to cradle my skull and angle my mouth where she needs me most.

When my frantic lust abates enough to begin focusing on memorizing each touch and kiss that makes her moan and sigh, I feel the bed dip behind me as Huck climbs on. A click that can only be the cap on a bottle of lube snags my attention, but Ava’s fingers tangled in my hair keep me from looking to see what Huck’s going to do. Not that I need the visual to know what’s coming.

“I’m going to prep you to take me bare, Si. If that’s not what you want, you need to tell me. If you need more time, or want something else, that’s totally okay. I don’t want to push your boundaries.”

It’s been more years than I’ve been celibate since I’ve been with a guy. Longer than that since I’ve let one have my ass. Now, my hole clenches on itself, chasing the ghost sensation of being filled by this man who means so much to me. My mouth full of Ava’s sweet pussy, I give the only consent I can. I tilt my hips and present my ass for his use.