Page 35 of Triple Tidings
August seems to be thinking along similar lines. “Iknowhe’ll like it,” he tells Lacey, his voice a rich, amused purr from behind me.
As we enter the lobby, she turns, her fingers still twined with my own. Her foot finds the bottom stair. It doesn’t take a genius to piece together what this gift is, or that August is correct in hisassumptions. By the time we’ve ascended halfway to the second floor, my dick is throbbing against the tight denim of my jeans, ready and eager for whatever they want to give me.
These two are going to be a tough fucking act to follow.Jesus Christ.
Nearly the moment the door to my room has closed behind us, I find myself pressed into the nearest wall by August’s warm, hard body. “Excited, huh?” His hand finds my stiff cock, squeezing through the material of my pants as his lips brush mine.
I raise one hand to grip the back of his neck, dragging him in for a searing kiss. I hear myself hiss as his teeth graze my bottom lip, the sensation erotic enough to muddle my thoughts, distracting me from his shifting to the side. I experience another sharp stab of desire as another, softer, smaller form presses into my side.
Her hands are working my belt open.
He’s kissing me, hard and all-consuming.
My head is spinning. Any apprehension I might have had is carried off as the overload of sensations and desire grows heavier by the second. I’m losing myself in him, in her, in all of us.
I have no idea how long it takes for Lacey to free my cock, but I groan into August’s mouth when she does, the cooler air of the room hitting my overheated skin.
My entire body convulses when a warm, wet tongue drags along the underside of my shaft. “Fuck,” I snarl as my free hand flies to Lacey’s hair, fingers twisting through the silky curls. “Again.”
She obeys at once, gazing up at me with dazed, heavily lidded eyes, as if this is as erotic for me as it is for her.
“How’s she doing?” August is still pressed against me, his lips on my throat, and I feel the deep, throaty rumble of each word.
A tremor runs through my body when Lacey lifts a hand to cup my balls, playing with them as she leaves hot, open-mouthed kisses up and down my cock. “Good,” I mutter, gritting my teeth as she finally goes in for the kill, sucking me down until my tip hits the back of her throat. “Yes. Fuck?—”
Through the material of his pants, I feel August’s dick twitch against my hip. Then, he is gone too, and I’m far too distracted by the woman kneeling at my feet to focus on anything else. My free hand finds the wall behind Lacey, bracing myself as I begin to pulse in and out, fucking her mouth.
It’s not until large, male hands find my ass that I realize what August had in mind.
“Holy shit,” I snarl, my knees close to buckling as he leans in, dragging his tongue over my asshole.
There’s a quiet laugh, then he does it again, obliterating any rational thought processes I have left. There’s no way to think beyond this, or of anything at all except what they’re doing to me.
The overwhelming onslaught of sensations has me gasping and bucking, fucking Lacey’s mouth harder than I should in my mindless desperation. She doesn’t seem to mind, though, stroking what can’t fit in her mouth, and moaning even as tears stream down the sides of her cheeks.
Behind me, August’s hands are digging into my ass, holding me open for the filthy fucking things he’s doing with his tongue.
If I had even a shadow of shame or even general awareness left to me, I would be embarrassed by how long this lasts. They can’t have both been on their knees for longer than a minute, but it’s taking all of my remaining concentration not to drop to the floor, and I can’t hold back—I fucking can’t.
Tightening my fistful of Lacey’s hair, I drag her forward until my cock is lodged in her throat. The animalistic noises I’m making are unrecognizable to me as white-hot pleasure coursesup my spine, prolonged by the first, circular motions of August’s tongue.
I can’t remember ever coming this hard, or this much.
When the pleasure finally recedes and my vision returns, I look down at the woman kneeling before me. Lacey is gasping, her eyes shining as she wipes away the cum that’s escaped from the corner of her mouth.
“Fuck,” I croak, mustering up whatever energy I have left to help her to her feet. “Was that too rough?”
Lacey sighs, wrapping her arms around my middle, hugging me likeIwas just the one who gavehera gift. Ha. “No,” she assures me, her gaze turning to August, who has appeared at my side. “You were right. He definitely did seem to like it.” She giggles, her eyes sparkling.
“It was a safe bet,” August tells her dryly, moving past us toward the bed. Pausing beside it, he looks back, smirking. “Come on, now that we’ve got Wells’ gift out of the way, I think it’s time to give you yours, Lace.”
Lacey squeals as I throw her over my shoulder, meeting August’s eyes as I stride toward him.
My heart lurches as that damned smirk turns to a crooked smile.
Tomorrow, we’re heading back to our regular lives. Even if I like them, even if this—whatever this is—makes me feel better than any actual relationship I’ve been in, nothing is going to come from it. It is what it is. There’s nothing to do but enjoy it while it lasts.
I grunt, holding August’s stare as I lean forward, dumping a giggling Lacey onto the mattress. “Let’s take care of our girl. Then, you’re up, Doc.”
