Thirty-Two

Stone could tell his admission surprised Nico.

Enough that the guy choked on the last gulp of wine. Since he didn't need the Heimlich maneuver performed, Stone finished rinsing the dishes and loading them into the dishwasher, giving Nico a moment to compose himself.

"Did you ever wonder if what happened that night … did you wonder if it was a one-time thing?"

That was a fair question. It was also something Stone had considered for years after he left. That night in the barn with Stevie and Nico had been rife with serious lust. Stone might've been compelled to think the memory had been altered over the years, and a repeat wouldn't live up to the hype.

"Are we talkin' about the three of us? Or…" He waved a hand between them. "Or what we did?"

"The second part."

Was that insecurity he detected in Nico's tone?

Drying his hand with a towel, he turned to look at Nico. "I was your first."

Nico didn't respond, but Stone wasn't asking. He was acknowledging it since he'd never really given much thought to the fact that he was Nico's first. He knew he was because he'd pushed the issue at the time, but it had felt right that night. Stone hadn't thought too long or hard about how that might've affected Nico.

"Let's just say, with you, it's different," he admitted, watching as Nico's cheeks turned pink.

"How so?"

Stone had to admire the guy because he didn't back down.

"I think it'll be easier if I just show you," Stone told him.

He didn't ask Nico whether he was interested because Stone figured he wouldn't be here if he weren't. Stone tossed the hand towel on the counter before walking around the island to join Nico on the other side.

When he approached, Nico's gaze shot up to his face.

Stone stopped directly in front of him. "What's with the insecurity, Nico?"

Another shrug. "I don't know."

"Tell me," Stone insisted because he could tell something was on Nico's mind.

"I guess I never considered what a one-on-one thing would be like."

"You mean with me?"

Nico nodded.

"Are you opposed to it?"

"No."

"Good."

Unable to resist, Stone leaned in and pressed his lips to Nico's. Just a light brush of their mouths.

"I'm interested in what you're interested in," Stone whispered, reaching for his hand. "And right now, I'm interested in watchin' a movie."

"You were serious?" Nico chuckled, and it sounded strained.

"This is a date. That's what you do on dates. You have a nice meal, watch a movie, talk." He stopped before they reached the couch, turning so he was toe to toe with Nico. He leaned in and lowered his voice. "Unless you want me to strip you right now and torture you until you beg me to fuck you."

God, Nico's shocked gasp made Stone's dick hard. Well, he figured harder was a better description because the damn thing had been making his jeans uncomfortably tight ever since Nico walked in the door.

When Nico didn't say a word, Stone gripped his jaw, sliding his thumb along the smooth contour. He smelled good. Not like he had back then. Back then, Nico had smelled like sweat and man, and damn, that sensory memory still got Stone off at night. But now … now, Nico had a spicy, fresh scent that told Stone he wasn't a rambunctious teenager anymore. He was a grown man whose desires had transformed over the years.

"Have a seat," Stone told him, enjoying that he could feel Nico's pulse beating faster.

Nico nodded, responding like Stone had asked a question, but then he took a seat. Awkwardly at first, but then he seemed to snap out of it. Stone went through the house and turned off the lights, leaving only the mood lighting above the kitchen cabinets on.

Stone joined him on the couch, grabbing the remote and passing it to Nico.

"You pick."

The tension began to ease as they talked their way through the menu of movie options. A few they discussed at length while Nico continued to scroll through. By the time they landed on one, the tension had dissipated completely. That lasted until about twenty minutes into the movie when Stone grabbed the throw blanket off the back of the sofa and scooted closer to Nico so they could cover up. Reilly had warned him that the house was drafty due to the high, vaulted ceilings, and she wasn't wrong.

Stone lasted for another half hour before he couldn't resist the urge to touch Nico's leg, which was now pressing against his, their bare feet resting on the ottoman.

"Keep watchin' the movie," Stone instructed when Nico's gaze shifted to his lap.

"It's kinda hard when you're doin' … that." He gasped on the last word because Stone dipped his fingers into the waistband of Nico's sweatpants and brushed against the head of his dick.

"Are you tellin' me to stop?"

"God, no." Nico moaned, his hips lifting as Stone pushed his hand deeper, stroking the long, thick length of him.

Stone chuckled, unable to pretend he was even slightly interested in the movie. He appreciated the light that came from the television, though, because when he pulled the blanket down, he was greeted by the glistening tip of Nico's cock.

"You're fuckin' hard for me," he growled as he got to his feet, sliding the large ottoman so that it butted up against the couch. "Do you remember the rules?"

Nico's eyes were glassy as he peered up at him. "Yeah."

"What are they?"

"There are no rules," he groaned when Stone straddled his knees, shoving the blanket aside before tugging his sweatpants down his hips.

Stone grinned, memories from that night flooding back. He'd never been able to pinpoint exactly what it was about Nico that set him off that day, but the only time he'd ever experienced an adrenaline rush that compared was when he'd been atop a bucking bull coming out of the gate. He'd chased that rush over the years, trying to duplicate it in whatever way he could. He'd achieved his goal, but never with sex. Nothing had ever come close to being as intense as that one night when he had the man and the woman he'd spent the last fifteen years dreaming about.

"You're gonna beg before the night's over," he warned as he rocked his hips, grinding the hard ridge of his dick against Nico's legs.

"I fuckin' hope so."

Stone laughed. "That's the same thing you said back then."

***

Nico hadn't expected this was where theywould end up.

Not because he didn't anticipate the temptation. Of course he did. This was Stone Jameson.

However, when Nico had been driving over, he'd promised himself he would leave before they ever had a chance to get this far. He'd expected J?ger to provide enough distraction for Nico to keep his distance. He'd tried to convince himself they needed to slow things down. As it was, his feelings for this man had intensified tenfold since the first night Stone stayed at his house. And every day since, he caught himself wondering what the future looked like for the three of them. Worse, he found himself daydreaming of making that a reality now. After all, they weren't getting any younger.

He was wrong about taking things slow, and he'd known it the second he walked through the door. Even before Reilly came to pick up the puppy.

Nico was unable to resist this man. And when Stone was looking at him like he wanted to have him for dessert, he knew it was futile to pretend otherwise.

"Rough and dirty," Stone said, his eyes zeroing in on Nico's cock as his hands slid up Nico's thighs.

Those two words had changed Nico's life all those years ago. He'd had no idea what Stone had in mind then, but he knew now. More than that, he knew how much he wanted him to live up to the promise.

Stone's hands slid to his hips, and the next thing he knew, the man was shifting back and jerking Nico so that his spine was curved and his ass was on the ottoman and not the couch.

Nico could feel the blood rushing in his cock, the head engorged to the point of pain. He wanted Stone's mouth on him, but he knew better than to ask. He'd done that before and endured the torment that came with thinking he was in control. That had been the first of many lessons he'd learned during the hours he'd spent with Stone in this very barn. Only back then, it hadn't been converted into a comfortable living space. They'd been up in the old hayloft with a lumpy mattress, the only padding between them and the splintered boards laid across the beams.

But that wasn't the only thing different now.

Although Stone looked like a man with a single-minded focus, Nico noticed the way he was watching him. Gauging his reactions. That hadn't been the case back then. Or maybe it had, and he'd been too far gone to notice. He couldn't deny he'd been lost in a haze of pleasure so intense, it was a wonder he'd remembered to breathe.

Stone sat astride his thighs and rubbed his cock, stroking with one hand, then both, back to one hand. His grip alternated between intensely gentle to fiercely firm. He was playing with him the same way he had then.

"You came in my mouth that day," Stone said, slowing the pace of his stroking. "Do you remember?"

Nico huffed air in and out of his lungs, nodding because he couldn't find his voice. The humiliation had consumed him that day because he'd come within minutes of Stone putting his mouth on him. He'd been overwhelmed, confused, and so turned on he couldn't control it. But Stone hadn't degraded him for it.

"You've got more self-control now," Stone said, rubbing his thumb along the sensitive spot beneath the head of his dick.

It wasn't a question, but Nico nodded. He prayed he wasn't lying.

"Don't worry if you don't. I've got plenty of ways to get you hard again. I've even learned a few more over the years."

Nico gasped, pressing his head back against the pillow as Stone stroked his cock faster. He was playing with him, seeing how much he could take.

Stone reached forward with his free hand, pushing two fingers into Nico's mouth. He closed his lips around them, meeting his gaze as he sucked.

"How many times did you suck my cock that day?"

Stone pulled his fingers out so he could answer.

"Not nearly enough."

A smirk tugged at Stone's wicked mouth. "Good answer. Mine was the first cock you ever took in your greedy throat."

It was. And that first time, Nico had been hesitant. But Stone had pushed him way past his boundaries with his rough tactics. Once Stone had confirmed Nico was willing, he'd robbed Nico of his control completely, introducing him to a side of himself he hadn't realized existed. By the second time, Nico had been begging for it. Literally.

"How many cocks have you had since then?"

"Four," he admitted.

"Did you give or receive?"

"I was the top three of the four times."

"Preference? Or circumstance?"

Nico could tell he was getting at something. "It was just how it ended up."

Stone's eyes blazed with heat. "Do you wanna top me, Nico?"

He swallowed hard. "No."

"Really?"

Nico nodded, grunting when Stone's hand tightened around his cock.

"You want me to dominate you."

It wasn't a question, but Nico nodded.

Stone smirked again. "Good."

"How many have you had?" Nico dared to ask.

"More than four." Stone's gaze shifted down again. "But none as good as this one."

Nico's chest filled with a foreign sensation. A mixture of warmth and anticipation that made his body quake.

Stone leaned down, and Nico's eyes rounded as he watched the man. The way his lips parted, his tongue snaking out to wet them before he licked the head of Nico's dick. He gasped, the sensation more powerful than he anticipated.

He watched as Stone sucked his cock. Slowly at first, teasing, tormenting. His pace increased and decreased in equal measure for long minutes while Nico's circulatory system cranked harder with every second.

Suddenly, Stone stopped, lifting his head. Nico didn't register the light that beamed across Stone's face immediately. It wasn't until Stone whispered, "Someone's here," that his breath halted in his throat.

Self-preservation had him reaching to pull up his sweatpants, although it was impossible to do with Stone straddling his thighs.

He earned a slap on his hand.

Whoever it was would see them as soon as they entered the house. The living room and kitchen ran the length of the front wall of the barn.

Stone smiled, peering down at him. "Looks like our girl couldn't hold out."

A knock sounded.

"Come in," Stone called out.

In his position, Nico couldn't see her. His neck was craned in an odd position, so he had to trust that Stone wasn't fucking with him. The surprising thing was he did trust Stone. He had no reason not to.

"Hey, baby," Stone crooned.

"Hey."

Yeah, that was definitely Stevie's sexy rasp.

"You're just in time to join us."

Nico stared into space, waiting for her to appear. When she finally did, his heart thumped hard in his chest. "You okay?"

She nodded, her gaze shifting to his exposed cock. "Better now. Don't let me interrupt."

Stone patted the cushion beside Nico. "Have a seat. Watch or join. Up to you."

Then Stone's mouth was on his cock again, bringing the damn thing back to life instantly. He thought he would drown in the pleasure, but then Stevie stripped off her sweatshirt, tossing it to the floor, and he knew without a doubt that they were just getting started.

***

Stevie's new favorite pastime was watching thesetwo men together.

She'd debated whether she should go home after she left her dad's. She had intended to give them the night alone because she felt guilty since she'd had them both to herself already. Try as she might, she couldn't get her car to go in that direction, and she'd ended up here.

However, she didn't intend to intrude. Mostly. She was just stripping so that they wouldn't feel awkward, that was all. She was simply going to sit back and watch.

She could feel Nico's eyes on her as she stripped off the rest of her clothes.

"Don't mind me," she teased as she sat on the cushion beside them. "I'm just gonna sit here and enjoy the show."

Stone released Nico's cock from his lips, his fist continuing to move up and down slowly over the iron-hard length.

"Did you tell him what we did when you stayed over?"

She was surprised by Stone's question, though she wasn't sure why. The man was as vocal now as he had been back then.

"He didn't ask."

Stone looked at Nico. "You should ask. I think you might like the story."

Stevie was watching him, curious what his response would be. She knew Nico had been turned on by the fact she'd stayed with Stone because she'd felt it in his touch when he'd fucked her last night. However, he hadn't asked for details, so she'd kept them to herself.

"Tell me," Nico finally said.

Stevie opened her mouth, prepared to start the story, but Nico held up a hand.

"Wait." He inhaled sharply, his eyes rolling back as Stone continued to work his dick with his mouth. "I think a reenactment would be better." Nico gasped again, his fingers sliding into Stone's hair. "Don't you?"

Stone lifted his head, using his free hand to point at her, then toward his bedroom. "Remember what we did after the shower?"

Her eyes widened as the memory slammed into her. Stevie had thought about little else since that morning when Stone had fucked her pussy with his cock and her ass with his thumbs. She was all but counting down the seconds until a repeat.

Stone snapped his fingers. "On the bed. All fours. Ass toward the door."

She stared at him for a moment, her brain a few seconds behind. Fortunately, her body had no problem reacting to the gruff command. She could feel their eyes on her as she padded through the room and down the hallway that separated the bedrooms from the bathroom.

"Oh and get the lube from the nightstand."

A wave of heat washed over her, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

The lamp on Stone's bedside table was on. She noticed his bed was made and wondered whether he'd done that for Nico. She didn't remember it being made the other night when she was here. Then again, she didn't remember much about that night, aside from the intense orgasms Stone had delivered or the way he'd held her through the night, his big, warm body providing warmth and security as she slept.

The pump bottle was sitting on the nightstand, so she grabbed it and put it on the bed as she crawled up on it. She felt ridiculously exposed as she got into position the way he'd instructed. As the minutes ticked by, she nearly lost her nerve, but then she heard the heavy thud of footsteps approaching.

"Fuck."

More heat swept over her at the gravel-rough sound of Nico's voice.

"I think she should greet us like that more often," Stone noted. "I had some errands to run yesterday, so I picked up somethin' I thought she might like."

They were both behind her, so she couldn't see what they were doing, but she heard the sound of plastic.

"Figured it might prepare her for the future."

"This'll work," Nico said.

Stevie tried to turn her head to see what they had, but Stone spanked her ass.

"No peeking."

She squealed when he smacked her again, smiling as she pressed her face to the mattress. God, she loved when he did that. She wasn't sure what it said about her that she liked to be spanked, but the man knew how to deliver it in a way that rocketed her lust into the stratosphere.

A hand brushed her thigh as one of them reached for the lubricant. Warm hands began gliding over her ass, her back, down her thighs. She spread her legs wider, silently encouraging them to touch her where she needed it.

"Move toward the headboard," Stone instructed.

Stevie crawled forward.

"More."

She kept going until she couldn't go any further.

The mattress dipped. Someone moved up behind her.

"Fuck, you've got a pretty ass," Nico said, his voice dripping with awe.

Stevie shivered.

"Stone told me you begged him to fuck you here."

So that was what they'd been doing while they made her wait. Gossiping about her.

"I wouldn't say I—" She whimpered when she felt something slick and cool on her asshole. A second later, there was pressure. Two breaths later, something was being pushed inside her ass.

"It's a plug," Stone explained. "Not too big. Not too small. We've got to work up to you takin' a cock there."

Fingers teased between her legs as the toy was pushed in deeper.

"Bear down on it," Nico instructed.

She did, moaning as the thing stretched her to the point of pain.

"Nico…"

"Almost there, Stevie. Relax just a little. Let me get it all the way in."

She gritted her teeth, welcoming the discomfort because she trusted they knew what they were doing.

Suddenly, the stretch and burn disappeared, and the result was a feeling of fullness she'd never experienced before.

"Fuck, that's pretty," Stone said, his hand moving over her ass.

She grunted when he tugged on the plug. Thankfully, he didn't pull it out.

"Turn over," Nico commanded.

As gently as she could, she settled onto her back, doing her best not to push that thing any deeper. But no sooner than her back hit the mattress, Nico was on her. He settled between her legs, dragging his cock along the seam of her pussy. She was wet, his dick sliding effortlessly through her slickness.

"Can you take me, too?"

"I don't know," she said honestly.

"We don't have to do this."

His eyes held a wealth of concern, and she knew he was seconds away from changing his mind. So she grabbed him behind the neck and pulled him down. She wiggled her hips, urging him to fuck her while she sealed her lips to his.

Nico pushed in slow and deep. She exhaled in a rush, pulling her mouth from his as he filled her to the point of pain.

"Too much?"

"No," she said, but she nodded her head.

He started to pull out, but she stopped him, slamming her heel into his ass to keep him in place.

"Now it's your turn," Stone said.

Stevie watched as he crawled on the bed behind Nico. She met his stare as she realized what he was doing. Stone was going to fuck Nico while Nico fucked her.

Her pussy clenched around Nico's cock, and her ass spasmed around the toy. Her clit pulsed as the eroticism of the act registered.

"He thought this was about you," Stone said, peering down at her over Nico's shoulder.

She smiled. "Fuck him, Stone. Fuck us both."

His eyes heated, and she watched as his attention shifted.

"You ready for this?" Stevie whispered to Nico.

His mouth opened but slammed shut before any words came out. His eyes widened and his lips parted. Stevie watched every expression register as Stone buried himself to the hilt. He was giving a play-by-play as he did, which only added to the salaciousness of the encounter.

"Goddamn, Nico … fuck, you're tight," Stone said through gritted teeth. "You feel good."

Nico grunted.

Stevie sighed when Stone began to move, which caused Nico's cock to push in deeper before retreating.

"Grab the headboard," Stone said, and a smack reverberated in the air.

Nico gasped, then reached for the headboard behind Stevie's head. She stared up at him as he hovered over her.

A second later, she had her hands planted on the headboard to keep from slamming into it as Stone fucked Nico harder, faster. Every time he drove forward, the momentum pushed Nico inside her.

They rode the wave of ecstasy for the longest time, grunts and groans echoing in the room. She stared up at Nico, watching his face as he accepted every hard thrust.

"Does it feel good?"

"Too good," he groaned. "Fuck. It's too much."

"Not yet," Stone barked.

Stevie cried out when Stone began fucking him harder, driving Nico into her again and again.

She hissed and moaned, trying to hold on until the explosion came, drowning her in sensation as she orgasmed with their names tumbling from her lips.

"Oh, fuck, Stevie! Yes. Come all over me," Nico hissed. "Stone! I'm comin'. Fuck."

Stone roared a moment later as their bodies stilled, all three of them joined.

Stevie was still attempting to catch her breath when Nico pulled out, falling beside her. Stone landed in a heap on her other side, the three of them panting heavily.

"Next time, it's your turn," Stone whispered, kissing her shoulder.

"I'm gonna hold you to it."

And she meant it.